(239): My scrabble letters just formed failure. Thanks God.
"Scrabble Words"
Draco let out a distressed groan and fell back to sprawl untidily in his chair while Pansy watched, amusement etched across her face. He kicked half-heartedly at several small tiles haphazardly spread on the board before him.
"You're too good at this damn muggle game, Pans," he complained.
"Comes from enjoying English lessons before we went to Hogwarts," she told him in her clipped tones. "You'd be better if you'd payed attention to Master Guilford all those years ago."
"You only listened because he was Professor Snape's mind inside Lockhart's doppelganger."
"Maybe so, but it's been beneficial on occasion. Now, keep playing. You know I hate to leave a game unfinished," she encouraged, taking a sip of her gin and tonic.
Compliantly, Draco picked up two tiles and, after fiddling with them for several seconds – silent but for the lazy tapping of Pansy's heel on the floorboards – snorted indelicately.
"What?" Pansy asked curiously.
The blond sighed audibly. "My Scrabble letters just formed failure." He looked skywards, slumping in his chair again. "Thanks God. I always knew you were watching me too close for comfort."
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen," Pansy laughed. "You can get twelve points for it if you put it here."
"You'll still beat me."
"I know. But I always beat you, so it doesn't signify," she reminded him, prodding him pleasantly with her heel and smiling so her dimple came out to play.
End.
I liked the dynamics of this one. Pansy is one of my favourites in fan fiction, less so in canon for obvious reasons, but I like her to have a chance with redemption.
Please, Lisez et, um, erm,*fails to know French for review* Review Responsibly. Ta.