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A/N: I'd just like to point out that with the exception of the pav in the ear, in real life, Dan slaughtered me. And the bucket trick didn't work. Instead I drenched myself.
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine.
Not.
Pansy was suspicious. And she had good reason- Blaise hadn't yet retaliated.
Although he'd been there for their breakfast shift in the kitchen, he hadn't taken the opportunity to do any more than comment on how disgusting it was to have pavlova get into your ear passages and how long it had taken him to get it out in the shower. Pansy had had to concentrate fiercely on the pumpkin juice she was pouring in order not to picture him in the shower.
So now, she knew that he had something in store- Blaise had said he was good at revenge- but she just didn't know what. It was making her quite jumpy and she had been too nervous to hug him as she usually did when they parted for classes. She was sure she had imagined the look she had seen in his eyes as she shied away from him- surely it wasn't disappointment?
She was currently on her way down to her room to drop off her books before going to the kitchen. Muttering the password, she moved into the common-room and paused to glance over at her prize-possession- her Nimbus 2002. It had been a gift for her sixteenth birthday and she kept it proudly displayed on the wall racks the Slytherins had mounted in their common-room.
What are those markings! She strode over to examine it. Carefully preserved with a spell, were the words QUALITY AND QUANTITY written delicately in chocolate sauce.
ARGH!
Despite her initial horrified reaction, Pansy swiftly saw the humour in it. It was a brilliant idea- everyone knew how much she cherished her broom and with its prominent position, it wouldn't be long before most of the Slytherins would see what had been done to it. Deciding to let Blaise have his victory- it would be mean-spirited no to- she left the broom as it was and continued up to her dorm… already plotting her revenge.
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Pansy made no mention of what had happened to her broom- she didn't want Blaise on his guard. Instead she spent the evening shift talking and laughing and lightly flirting with him as she usually did. Whenever she could, she would smear cream or pav or chocolate sauce on him.
Usually she failed though, and several times, she found her ammunition turned back upon herself. Once, after Blaise had smeared cream down the side of her throat, he slid his thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean and then licked the cream off his fingers. Pansy felt herself go red and glanced away.
After that, Blaise did the same thing every time and his eyes challenged her to hold his gaze.
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Pansy was both glad and disappointed the evening was over. Although she was very tired and her nerves were stretched thin, she couldn't help but wish that she could continue in Blaise's company. She didn't know what he was playing at- she assumed it was somehow part of their game- but as much as it disconcerted her, it was providing excellent fodder for her day dreams. No! I mustn't think like that!
Still, she had one more thing to look forward to before she retired.
Pansy stepped back behind Blaise as he stopped to say the password. As the door swung open, she stooped down beside the statue against the opposite wall and closed her fingers on the rim of a bucket.
A bucket she had earlier charmed to invisibility.
A bucked that was full of water.
Swiftly she swung it up and threw the contents across Blaise's head, neck and shoulders.
He let out a yell of surprise and spun round. Pansy, who was holding the bucket- which had become visible at the first touch of her fingers- grinned widely at him, taking a moment to admire the effect of his wet shirt- he had taken his robe off earlier to work in the kitchen- sticking to his tanned and toned torso.
"Why!" Well I'd have thought that was obvious! We are in the middle of a game!
"Because I wanted to see you with a wet shirt on."
"Really." Disbelief was paramount in the drawled syllables.
"No. Hadn't occurred to me. However, you can refill that bucket and use it to clean my broom…Everyone should have had a chance to see it by now."
And before he had a chance to protest she stepped around him and into the common room.
Turning and walking backward toward her dorm, she called out, "Oh and babe! Do a quality job!".