Title: Delectability
Author: Riverchic1998
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Distribution: This stays in my LJ,ff-dot-netTtH, and Obscurus.
Summary: Blaise reflects on Pansy and their friendship. Drabble.
A/N: Just a funny little piece. I don't know why I wrote it.
Blaise looked around the Grand Hall of Malfoy Manor with faint amusement. It was finally the end of Voldemort's reign, and the party to end all parties was held at, ironically, Malfoy Manor.
Almost everyone was there, including every Order member and other evil fighters. Most of the adults were piss-poor drunk, and those that weren't were well on their way to being piss-poor drunk. The teenagers, including Potter, Weasley, and Granger, were drinking ice-cold butterbeers provided by the Three Broomsticks.
Blaise tilted his head and grinned when he saw Weasley's little sister sneak yet another drink of firewhiskey. If he wasn't taken with his own little Luna…
"What are you doing grinning like that? Don't you have some evil-arse reputation to keep?"
Blaise took another sip from his chilled firewhiskey and raised an eyebrow at the voice.
"Pansy, you look…rather delectable, actually." Blaise's grin became wider when he saw the brown haired girl roll her eyes. It was true. …Pansy was wearing a jade colored dress that clung to her figure and accented her fair complexion. The dress trailed behind her and by her height, he knew she was wearing some wicked heels. Her shoulders were bare and a simple diamond necklace hung loosely around her neck to lightly touch her collarbone. Blaise didn't miss the matching bracelet around her glove -covered arms.
"And you wonder why we never dated." She took a sip from the wineglass in her hand and glanced at him again before letting her eyes wander over the guests. "With assurances like that, it's no wonder Luna resisted you for so long."
Blaise feigned a hurt look and held a hand up to his chest.
"Pansy, darling, love of my life, my precious pet…you wound me."
Pansy lifted the glass to her lips again.
"Terribly sorry."