Sup! I'm here with more PTC! NarcissaPansy is my agenda, and if my short drabble doesn't convince you of their love, read Cheeky Slytherin Lass's fic "Habits of my Heart" cause it hella convinced me. FF.N doesn't allow linking, so I can't link it... but please. Read it
Word count: 386
I Love You (and I'll say it out loud)
Pansy wrung her hands, her eyes dancing from side to side. She was meeting her… lover? Girlfriend? She patted the lump in the pocket of her cloak… Fiancé?
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
She looked down the street again, nerves pooling at the bottom of her stomach. This was the first time they would be meeting out in the open. Out where anyone could see them. Out where they had no social obligation pulling them apart.
What if she didn't like Pansy without the element of secrecy? What if—
"You are always early," Narcissa said from behind Pansy, surprising the younger woman so much that when she stood up, she knocked her chair over.
Pansy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she mentally chided herself for making a fool of herself. She was nervous, but didn't know why. She and Narcissa had been together for years at this point, why should today be any different?
Her eyes traveled to Narcissa's ringless finger. Right. Today was different because Narcissa was no longer married.
When Pansy caught Narcissa's gaze again, the older woman smiled and waved her hand, righting Pansy's chair. "Shall we sit?" she asked. However, before Pansy could even nod, Narcissa took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and pulled Pansy into a soft kiss.
Narcissa pulled back only when Pansy's nerves had melted away. She smiled, then gestured towards the chair. "Now shall we sit?"
Pansy laughed softly and sat down. "I love that we can do that," she said as Narcissa sat across from her, leaning forward on the table and taking Narcissa's hands in her own. "That I can do this," she added, looking down at their hands with a wistful smile.
"And I love you," Narcissa replied, squeezing Pansy's hands, prompting the younger woman to look up. "I meant what I said. I've always meant it."
A brief memory of the two, hidden away and wrapped in each other, popped into Pansy's mind. It wasn't a specific memory, but more of an idea or a situation that they commonly found themselves in—promising that once everything was over, they would live life together out in the open.
"I have a ring," Pansy said quietly. She would be nervous if Narcissa's touch wasn't keeping her grounded.
Narcissa smiled. "I have a bare finger."