Blame: Draco and Pansy have a night on the town, preferably at the opera.
"Pansy?" Pansy Parkinson, a young witch at age 20, raised her somewhat bleary eyes to the person who was calling her name.
"What?" she snapped to her housemate Draco Malfoy, who was standing over her.
"Pansy, you have to get up and go to work. It's almost nine." He gestured to the sunlight streaming through the window of the living room. Pansy, in reply, merely rolled over and shoved her tear-stained face into the couch cushions.
"Pansy, please. If you go to work, I'll have something special waiting for you when you get home. Promise." Something in Draco's voice caused Pansy to momentarily forget her misery. It was enough motivation to get her off the couch and stumbling into the bathroom.
By the time she exited the bathroom, Draco was waiting for her with a large, steaming cup of coffee. She took it gratefully and moved to her bedroom in the apartment, emerging minutes later dressed for work. Draco wished her well on the way out the door, and Pansy proceeded to the Ministry of Magic on her own.
All day as she sat crunching numbers for an obscure branch of the Ministry, Pansy couldn't help but be curious as to what her roommate had planned. Finally, her shift was up and as soon as she could, Pansy Apparated home.
Draco wasn't home, much to Pansy's disappointment. However, there was a note in his handwriting giving her instructions. Pansy looked at them, raised an eyebrow, and figure what the hell.
As per the instructions, she showered and on her bed was a dress of shimmering green and silver. She dressed, put her hair up in curls (with a little magical help, of course), and applied jewelry and make-up. Just as she was finishing, someone knocked on her door.
"Pansy, are you almost ready?" Draco's voice sounded from the other side of the wood. In response she opened the door and felt a twinge of her old vanity at his gasp of surprise. "You look wonderful," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. A warm evening breeze drifted in the window and ruffled her hair slightly. Draco grabbed his wand and Apparated the two of them to an alleyway.
They made quite the pair as they walked through the doors of the opera. Pansy's dress complimented her dark hair and Draco's tux looked just wonderful on him.
As they took their seats, Pansy whispered to Draco. "Thank you. How did you know I liked the opera?"
"Well, that blasted music you keep playing was my first hint." Pansy giggled, and slowly began to relax as the show started. Maybe Draco would take her out for drinks afterwards. She grinned.
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