"Hey Harry"

"Neville"

"Did you two really have to sit here. There's one too many Gryffindors at this table already," Pansy says dryly as she digs into her toast. She was feeling adventurous today so she had slathered on some jam that she kept handy with her. She had mixed some of the flavor-altering potion Harry had given her into this jar.

"Theo asked me to sit here today," Neville says defensively as he squirms in his seat.

Harry, who was sitting beside her, kisses her on the forehead. It would have been so sweet if it wasn't so patronizing. Pansy's temper grew 10 degrees hotter, "You said you weren't going to be angry about losing last night"

"I'm not angry. Who says I'm angry. Why would you think that I was angry" Pansy fires off and Harry just looks at her smugly, "And just for the record, Harry Potter, I wouldn't have lost if you weren't such a bloody cheater," Pansy was simmering.

Harry snorts, "And how exactly did I cheat?"

"You kept distracting me by trying to snog me!" She says a little too loudly causing nearby students to look at them.

"Ooh, what game was this," Daphne chimes in, intrigued by the excitement. She wiggles her eyebrows at Pansy wondering what depraved sexual games the new couple played.

"Wizards chess," Harry blinks at her, confused at her sudden interest. Pansy may have unknowingly started dating the biggest dork in the castle.

"Oh," the disappointment was thick in the Slytherin's voice. Really?, she sends a look at Pansy, the latter only giving her a smug smirk in return.

"Oh, great, you're all here," Theo appears behind Neville, the biggest grin on his face and giant roll of parchment tucked under his arm, "I have something to say, so if you could all just gather everyone. Gather, gather, gather."

"We're gathered" Pansy says dryly

"Pansy could you just please indulge me in my theatrics for once," Theo says exasperatedly before nestling himself in between Neville and Daphne, forcing the two to scoot apart. Daphne scowls at him.

The Slytherin boy then clears the entire space in front of him, shoving the plates and cutleries to the side, sending a mess to the spaces on either side of their group.

"We were eating, but okay" Harry shoots Theo a look as he tries to salvage his breakfast. The Slytherin ignores him and instead unrolls the parchment he carried on the table.

"Ta-da!" Theo says proudly, "I've done it"

"What is this?" Pansy studies the drawing on the parchment.

"It's a blueprint," Theo says

"Yes I know it's a blueprint asshole," Pansy says dryly, "but of what exactly"

Theo grins, "You're looking at the future Longbottom Conservatory!"

"What," Neville says in awe as he stares at the building scribbled out on the parchment in front of him.

"You said you wanted to be a herbologist," Theo says softly as he squeezes Neville's hand, "So I designed a space just for you. See on the first floor, this can be your shop front, the back has the greenhouse for all your plants. Then the second floor," Theo swallows, "The second floor can be for us...if you'd like"

Neville swallows, he looks like he was about to cry, "This is perfect, Theo. Thank you. Really," The Slytherin beams and places as chaste kiss on the Gryffindor's lips.

"I feel like this could've been a private thing between the two of you," Pansy says pointedly.

"I'm so uncomfortable right now," Harry gives Neville a smug smile.

"Oh fuck off you two" Theo rolls his eyes at them.

"Sorry," Neville looks at his friend sheepishly before smiling again at the parchment in front of him. His future, their future. This was the first time anyone truly believed in his passion in this way. He didn't have to be an auror like his grandmother had wanted. That was never the life for him.

"And Pansy, the reason I decided to involve you," Theo says dryly, "Is that maybe you and Longbottom can team up with the store front. The lot is too big for just one store. You can put up your potions space, and Nev can sell raw ingredients, it's win-win."

Pansy raises an eyebrow at him, "And why would you do that for me?"

"Because I love you Pansy," Theo says, his eyes flickering to Harry's face before adding, "As a friend"

"Wow Theo, you're so," Pansy starts to say, "Full of shit"

Theo snorts, "Fine, the rent is kind of expensive so it would be nice to get someone onboard to split with Neville and I"

Typical Slytherin bullshit. Pansy rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "I'll think about". Theo grins at her, pleased at how his plans are coming to life.

"Why does your building look like a penis?" Daphne says as she cocks her head to the side, still staring at the blueprint.

The rest of the group looks at Daphne, then the blueprint then back at Daphne.

"Um...," Neville starts, not knowing how to go about this

"That's not a penis, Greengrass" Harry says more amused than he intended to be.

"What the fuck does a penis look like to you?" Pansy fires off while giving her friend a confused look.

Theo grins, "I think someone's having holiday Blaise withdrawals"

Daphne looks at the group in defiance then sighs in defeat, "Merlin, I really need it bad you guys,"

"Now i'm uncomfortable," Neville says. Harry pats Neville's arm to reassure him that he will get used to the Slytherin's sexual candidness in no time.

"Swear, you'd think you were just talking about the weather," Harry muses.

"Why won't you tell me when your birthday is?" Harry presses her as she makes her rounds after the 7 pm dinner. The boy-who-lived follows her around like a serpent's tail.

"Because it's not important," Pansy says dismissively, "and I could dock you points for being out of bed past curfew you know."

Harry shrugs unconcerned as she never really does, "You know mine,"

"Potter, everyone knows yours," Pansy says dryly as they turned the corner at the end of the hallway. They passed by another prefect and Pansy nods to the Ravenclaw.

"It's not fair how much the public knows about me," Harry grumbles stuffing his hands in his pockets as he dutifully followed his Slytherin through the corridors.

"Look, why is this so important to you?" Pansy says irritably, "It's just a birthday. It's like any other day. If anything it's a horrid reminder that you were forced to participate in this earth,"

"It's important because you're my girlfriend and I know nothing about you," Harry sulks, "Aside from having a foul mouth and an even fouler temper"

"I resent that," Pansy says in a clipped tone, "I rather think I was calmer this year,"

Harry gives her a funny look. Just last week during the Hogsmeade trip she called a third year "shit stain" and told him to "fuck off" when he insisted to be allowed to join even without a signed permission slip.

"You made a thirteen year old boy cry" Harry says dryly

"He deserved that for being such a little brat," Pansy says unapologetically

"Half the school is afraid of you, you know," Harry muses

"As they should," Pansy shoots Harry a pointed look.

"So,"

"So."

"Are you ready to tell me when your birthday is?" Harry grins at her.

"I wish you'd fear me a little," Pansy groans as she ducks her head into another classroom. Nothing but dust particles floating in suspended moonlight. She closes the door behind her.

"Fine. I'll find out eventually," Harry glares at his girlfriend.

"Yes I know," the Slytherin was on the move again and Harry quickens his pace to keep up falling a few paces behind her, "But it's much more entertaining to make you work for it, isn't it?"

"You wound me, Parkinson" Harry says glumly

"You'll live" Pansy drawls at him.

They part ways by ten. Harry does his usual jog up the Gryffindor tower. This time Pansy stays and watches him. You could tell he was athletic by the gait in his step as he took on the grand staircase.

After the holidays, they fell into a comfortable academic pace once again except now Harry was even bolder now and constantly stayed beside her if he could. He sits beside her in class, walks her to her other classes when they didn't have the same ones--there wasn't a day he didn't appear outside her classroom just to greet her or say hello.

Pansy always thought she wasn't the kind of girl who'd like this much attentiveness from her men. She thought she would find it suffocating to have someone around all the time but now that it was happening, she quite enjoyed it. It sent butterflies in her stomach every time she sees him there. It was irrational and unexplainable but it was happening. She thinks it's because she hadn't had a boy want to stay with her for this long.

In any case, she loved seeing him there. A constant presence around her. With all the changes happening in her life, losing her parents, her house, her fortune, it was nice to have something stable happening.

That's why Pansy should have known that he was going to be there when she steps out of the Slytherin dungeon at 7 in the morning. He stood across the entrance, his arms crossed, looking pointedly at her.

"You seriously weren't going to ask me?" He glares at her

Pansy groans wrapping her scarf around her as she walks past him and heads up the stairs. He follows her and falls in place beside her, "How did you even find out"

"I can't believe you think so little of me," he scoffs

"Look it's nothing personal, it's just that this is my business," Pansy says impatiently, "I didn't think I had to involve you,"

Harry's mouth formed a thin line of displeasure, "Pansy"

"Look Harry," she stops to turn to him exasperatedly, "It's not a big deal okay? It's just another thing I have to fix from my shit of a life, I didn't think you'd want to be involved in this."

"Of course I do," He says quietly, his eyes downcast, "I said I loved you. That includes this. That includes everything"

Pansy looks at the forlorn bespectacled boy. Goddamnit why am I such a bitch, she internally groans. Nevermind that she still hasn't said I love you back, "Fuck, now I feel like an asshole" she says under her breath. She fights her inner monologue before gritting out an apology, "Harry, I would very much appreciate it if you could accompany me today" She tries to sound genuine.

"Now was that so hard?" Harry huffs at her before taking the lead towards the Hogwarts entrance.

"Wow, it's so," Harry says as he looks around the room he was currently standing in, "Pink." They were at the Parkinson estate, in Pansy's childhood room, retrieving the last of Pansy's things into one trunk. The sale of the estate was happening today so she needed to get some small trinkets she may have left behind. "This explains the yule ball dress"

"Hey, since you insisted on coming, why don't you make yourself useful and help," she drawls at him as she dumps more things in her trunk

"No way!" Harry all but ignores her, "Was this you?" He holds up a picture of a little girl in a high bun and pink tutu, "Pansy the tiny ballerina" he coos then shoots her a smirk, "Now look at you"

"Finish that sentence I dare you," She chucks a pillow at his head which he catches with ease. He laughs as he places the picture in the trunk, "We are keeping this" Pansy glares at him as he shuffles away to the next picture frame.

Pansy's room was not how Harry had envisioned it. For one it was too bright, too frilly, too...not Pansy. Pansy was an unapologetic kind of woman who took little shit from anyone. Her strong personality often intimidated those around her. She cared little for what other people thought of her which makes her all the more terrifying. There was something about a person who had the courage to be disliked that made people uncomfortable. When Harry sees this room, he doesn't think it's Pansy's. It's too docile and Pansy was anything but that.

"This was my father's idea," Pansy says as she crosses the room to open the window. She sits at the sill and lights her cigarette. She looked out of place in her own room, "He wanted a docile, obedient daughter. Someone he could control"

Harry sits at the empty space beside her and listens intently. He knows how rare it was for her to speak about her life, and he craves to learn more about her.

"Ballet, etiquette classes, ballroom dancing," Pansy muses, "I thought I loved it all, once upon a time. Until I didn't. I hated it all. I hated this room. It was a prison if anything"

"What changed?"

"I was 9 the first time I saw my father hit my mother," Pansy says, "When that happened I couldn't help but notice everything else. Her bruises, the dark circles under her eyes, how red they were from crying. I started to see it all then. She killed herself when I was 10," it was scary how emotionless she spoke of her mother's death, "Then my father turns on me. I hated her for leaving me. With him. I hated what she had allowed him to do to me by leaving,"

Harry stares at her intensely, he doesn't even think that he's breathing anymore.

"Thats when I decided that I wasn't going to be another victim of my father. I wasn't going to be his docile little girl, his property. I was going to be my own woman without the likes of men like him. I pretty much rebelled after that, became the total opposite of what a pretty, obedient girl in pink was supposed to be. If I couldn't get away from him then I would be his hell on this earth," she says extinguishing her cigarette on the windowsill then throwing it out of the window, "The estate agent is here" She stoically gets up from the window and shrinks her trunk to fit her pocket. Harry follows her out of the room, he slips her hand in his and squeezes it. She squeezes it back as they walked out of the manor.

When they reach the entry way, the estate agent was already barking orders at the re-locators. As Pansy and Harry approached, the man turns around to look at them, "Ah, Ms. Parkinson, right on schedule." He says jovially. This bastard was too eager for his commission, Pansy thinks but otherwise refrains from saying.

"If you can just sign here and release the estate to my client, I can turn over the payment to you and we can be on our way," He says to her smoothly as he produces a piece of parchment that floats in front of her. She wraps her hand on the quill offered to her.

This was it. This was the last thing she had to her name and she was signing it away. Just 3 short words in perfect cursive and she'd had have nothing left in this world. Pansy Persephone Parkinson. Then it was over. The estate agent vanishes the parchment, hands her the galleons in payment, then claps his hands to let the re-locators know it was show time.

Harry and Pansy stood back as they watched the re-locators work. They had set up evenly spaced pillars around the manor while she was signing off the deed. Each re-locator stood by a pillar, the when all of then were in positioned, they cast their spell. The pillars acted like conduits that magnified their spell casting. The magic arched from them to the manor, covering it in its faint red glow.

First nothing happened and then the first window retracts itself in, then a roof, a door--pretty soon the whole house was folding itself in, like paper origami until nothing was left but a tiny figurine of what her manor used to be. It sat alone on the empty foundation before the estate agent picks it up and puts it in a velvet pouch. With a tip of his hat to Pansy, he apparates away along with the rest of the re-locators.

Pansy lets out a breath she was holding then shakily breaks away from Harry so she can walk up to the empty foundation of her manor. She sits herself down on the ledge and Harry joins her.

"That's it," Pansy said, "That's the last thing I own. I officially have nothing to my name"

"You still technically have the estate," Harry reminds her, "They only took your manor" Somehow in the wizarding world, the house cost more than the land. Anyone can own land in their world, but manors as big and complex as Pansy's take years of money and family magic to design and calibrate. Hardly anyone of the pureblood families ever sold their ancestral homes for this reason--too much magic bound to it that would take years to replicate. Pansy may have been the first in the sacred 28 circle.

"Right," Pansy says defeatedly as she lies down on the foundation letting the sun scorch her face as it sets, "My lovely empty estate. What do I do now, Harry?"

"The way I see it," He lies down beside her, "You can pretty much do anything you want now,"

Pansy snorts, "Sure"

"I'm serious, Pansy," Harry says firmly, "You know what this is? Possibilities"

"Merlin you sound like a right Hufflepuff right now"

"Work with me here, Parkinson. Take this estate, yeah you lost your manor but one day another home can stand here. A home you can make for yourself, that you'll love,"

"Well I've always loved those stone houses in the south of France, with flowers crawling all over them," Pansy muses, "And like four walk-in closets, one for every season of the year," she grins at him.

Harry laughs at this then turns to face her. His expression turning serious, "You don't have to be alone in this, I hope you know that. You've got Theo, Daphne, and Neville--"

"And Draco"

"And Malfoy," Harry makes a face at her, "But most importantly, me"

"Most importantly you," she repeats to appease him. Harry nods satisfied. Pansy laughs as she curls over to nestle against him in his arms, "Thank you Harry," They lie contentedly in silence for the next fifteen minutes.

"Today's my birthday," Pansy says as a matter of factly, breaking the stillness

"What," Harry blanches.

"Yeah, February 12th," Pansy grins at him, "That's why my mother named me Pansy. Pansies are February's flowers."

"This is an unacceptable way to celebrate one's birthday,"

"It's just another saturday"

"There should be fireworks and cake and party hats"

"Just let it go, Potter," Pansy sighs

"I will not."

Pansy and Harry part ways at Diagon Alley where Pansy had asked him to leave her. She still had one last thing to do on her list today and she wanted to do it alone, for her satisfaction more than anything else. Harry kisses her goodbye in front of Gringots and tells her that he'll wait for her at the Leaky Cauldron's floo.

First things first, she needed to make a hefty deposit. There was something so satisfying about having her own account in Gringots, with her actual name printed on the parchment. She deposits all the galleons she earned from the sale, leaving only what she owes the ministry.

She watches the goblin eye her as he counts her gold in meticulous goblin fashion. He was probably wondering where the large sum had come from but true to goblin nature, he didn't ask questions.

"It's all accounted for Ms. Parkinson," The goblin folds his hand in front of her, "All seven hundred eighty-three thousand one hundred thirty two galleons, fifty sickles and three knuts and not a knut more."

"Perfect" Pansy smiles at the goblin

"If there is nothing else," The goblin was bowing to her

"Actually there is one last thing. I'd like to have this exchanged," Pansy drops the pouch that held the 50,000 galleons she owed the ministry, "I want to carry this out in knuts"

"All of them?" The Goblin blinks at her.

"Please," she smiles sweetly at the goblin

The ministry asked her to pay and of course she'd oblige. She was always going to pay. But they didn't have to be a dick about it, now she had no choice but to be petty. Pansy had never felt so giddy before as she did stepped out from the floo in the ministry. She almost skipped all the way up to the office of the collector.

"Ms. Parkinson, what do I owe this pleasure?" The collector who had visited her in Hogsmeade quirked his eyebrow at her appearance in his office. She was sitting so candidly in the seat in front of his desk.

"I'm paying my fine, like you oh so graciously threatened me to last year,"

He did not look amused so instead he asks her where the fifty galleons were. She tells him to wait and as if on cue his floo network roars to life. "Transfer from Gringots from Pansy Parkinson, do you accept?" a voice of a goblin could be heard through the flames.

"I accept," the ministry shoots an annoyed look at Pansy whose glee was too much for his liking.

"Thank you. Please hold as we secure the line." The goblin's face disappears from the flames and soon the green flames turned into golden ones--a special connection only the goblins seem to have access to. Then suddenly, all at once, a flood of coins started pouring in quickly filling up the room they were standing in"

"Ms. Parkinson, explain yourself!" the ministry worker says angrily as he stands on his desk to avoid being buried, "You owed 50 thousand galleons,"

Pansy Parkinson stands up and straightens her robes as she gets ready to leave, "Oh this is fifty thousand galleons. In knuts. All twenty-four million, six hundred fifty thousand of them."

"Ms. Parkinson!" The ministry collector growled from his desk as she made her way to the door.

"Oh and here's the receipt," Pansy leaves a roll of parchment on the cabinet near the door, "If anything goes missing, you can contest that with the Goblins"

"Bitch" the man grits at her. Pansy snorts at that. The lack of originality at this one.

"Go fuck yourself" she smiles at him before shutting the door to his face. The sound of coins still shooting out of the floo was music to Pansy's ears. Now, to find her stubborn boyfriend. If there's one thing she knows about Harry, that bastard was probably trying to do something for her birthday

"Surprise!" He grins at her, as he presents his handiwork. Just him, her friends, and cake all squished inside the Slytherin common room.

"You really couldn't help yourself, could you, Potter?"

"Obviously not," he says as he eases her down on a seat, "It's not much because you decided to do the Pansy thing and not let me know when your birthday was, but Happy Birthday," He kisses her on the cheek as Theo puts the cake up to her, candles all lit, "Now make a wish"

Pansy's face warms up from the candles. She looks at all of them around her. Theo, Daphne then Harry and Neville, all smiling down at her as they drowned her with a birthday song. She sincerely wished them all the happiness in the world.

Then she blew out her candles.

A/N: Hello! I probably only have 2-3 more chapter left for this! This is turning out to be a pansy slice of life fic (which is perfect as my first fic) it would be nice to have this blueprint for her character if I ever do come up with anything new in the future

Just a few disclaimers:

1. Not really sure when Pansy's real birthday is but I liked the idea that its somewhere in February because thats the month Pansies are associated with.

2. The value of the house I just based off a listing of what a mansion would cost in modern day london. Then I used the harry wiki conversion to wizard currency to come up with a believable value.

3. I really liked the idea of buying a house and you transported in miniature form. So no one really gives up their land, and they just change houses that way. And just imagine at the real estate office you can go house hunting and they have an entire catalogue of mini houses on display.

4. The scene where she pays off her debt was heavily inpired by confessions of a shopaholic lol