AN: I moved this from a stand alone to this one-shot collection because it's Hansy. One of my earlier works on Tumblr. Also, I don't always grammar check my fics very well so if you find anything then feel free to tell me.

Prompt: Harry and Pansy share a dance at the Yule Ball.

The Yule Ball: Hansy Edition

Potter couldn't ask her.

She was off limits. Off limits to anyone but Malfoy, that is.

She was always caught hanging on his arm or fawning over how "Magnificent his hair is in the moonlight..." was what she'd said as a measly first year.

Sometimes Harry would bring it up just to annoy her.

Once when strolling by the lake he'd spotted Parkinson studying under an oak tree. Her short black hair hung to just above her collarbones, messy and tucked behind her ears. A stranger would think her to have a heart of gold, but a peer would know her heart was made of nothing less than vulgarity and a rebellious streak that no one could beat.

Harry loved it.

Pansy hated it.

Just because she wasn't afraid to cuss out a seventh year when they were busy being an asshole didn't make her the mature one.

On the contrary, being portrayed as some sappy fourteen-year-old girl who's in love with someone she'll never have isn't fun either.

She had one tiny crush on Draco as a first year and no on could let it go.

Besides, Malfoy was too busy fussing over his hair and worrying about his daddy issues to be a possible sweetheart. Well, that and the fact he's obviously gay.

She and Draco were just friends, and they liked it that way.

Pansy snapped out of her thoughts and locked her eyes onto the potions textbook in her lap. She'd been trying to finish an essay on the many types of poison antidotes, but had gotten lost in her own mind because of a certain distracting green-eyed boy.

Parkinson had noticed a few minutes ago but wanted to see how long he could hide his flushed cheeks every time she turned a page of her book. It seemed that Potter could stare for quite a long time.

It wasn't like she had feelings for him, she just...

Okay, but it was only for his appearance, despite that horrid haircut.

"He's him, and I'm me. I have standards." Pansy whispered to herself. Unbeknownst to her, Harry had started to walk over.

"Parkinson." He nodded to her as he took a seat on the grass next to the tree she sat at.

She jumped as her head shot up to see the same green eyes she was thinking about earlier and said. "You need something, Potter?"

His cheeks turned pink and he took a deep breath.

"Listen, um, I know we don't really talk because you're you and I'm me, but... Merlin this is so hard-"

Pansy rolled her eyes and huffed, "Get on with it."

"Okay, um, most of the other girls here already have dates and IwaswonderingifyouwantedtogototheballwithmebecauseIactuallykindoflikeyouand-" Harry didn't breath throughout his proposal.

She knew she couldn't say yes.

But for some reason, she did.

Over the course of the week, they'd practiced together the two had gotten closer. Well, more comfortable around one another.

They teased with witty banter and playful insults, but neither took it seriously.

It was now the night of the ball; Pansy was terrified. She stood in front of her mirror inspecting her hair, makeup, and dress like her life depended on it.

She finally decided she looked presentable and headed out for what she suspected to be one of the greatest and most horrifying nights of her existence.

She met Potter a few corridors away from the dungeons, to keep her escort a secret, although her whole world would end when she walked through those doors on the arm of Harry Potter.

The boy who lived nervously fiddled with the sleeve of his robes, and that oddly loose dark red bow tie around his neck. He felt as if he were going to puke.

He barely knew how to dance, and now he was going to waltz in front of almost fifty percent of Hogwarts, not including students from the other schools. He hated his stupid dress shoes and would have rather worn sneakers instead, but apparently it wasn't "appropriate," as Hermione had told him.

His muggle-born friend was the only one who knew he was bringing Pansy. She was quite shocked at first, thinking he had feelings for Cho Chang, but quickly accepted the bizarre idea of them together.

Soon, Harry heard footsteps coming from behind him.

It was Pansy, and he felt his face go red.

She wore a floor-length burgundy satin dress with jewels that covered the short sleeves and collar. Her hair was curled and had a matching diamond clip with her family crest engraved in the metal that held half her back. To finish off her look she adorned her brows with light makeup and her eyes liner and mascara, letting her lips wear a bold red lip that paired well with her gown.

"Um, hi." He murmured as his jaw dropped.

Pansy smirked, "Close your mouth, Potter. You never know what might fly in." She shuffled closer to his side and entwined their arms together.

Harry shut his mouth and smiled as they approached the doorway, ignoring the other Tri-Wizard Champions teasing comments.

Their entrance was nothing but perfect, yet petrifying all the same.

Everyone was staring at them, a lion and a serpent, standing far too close comfort, being each others'... date?

The Great Hall was silent until after what felt like years, the music began to play.

Pansy put one hand in his and one on his shoulder, whilst Harry placed his hand on her waist. And they began to dance.

They moved as one, eyes never leaving one another, a conversation spoken without words.

As the song continued, couples began to trickle onto the dancefloor, eventually filling up the hall.

Slowly, a smile crept onto Harry's face as he'd made eye contact with a furious Draco Malfoy and his famous scowl. His raven-haired partner furrowed her brows and, in a soft voice so unlike her inquired, "What are you smiling at?"

He grinned wider, showing white teeth and smiles lines, all while looking down to hide his amusement and simply stated, "Malfoy."

As he gently twirled her, Parkinson caught a glimpse of her blond haired friend. She snorted.

This took Harry by surprise and he stumbled over her feet, causing Pansy to trip and fall.

As she flung her arms around his neck, he tried to grab her waist and pull them up but failed.

They collapsed on the floor. With Pansy beneath him and her head a mere inch away from his.

One would have thought they were going to share a kiss.

But no.

His green eyes wrinkled around the edges as he began to laugh uncontrollably, she eventually joined after staring at him with a look that said, "Are you joking?"

Pansy kicked him off of her as they cackled away, still on the floor, but trying to stand up.

Harry got a hold of himself and offered her a hand, she gratefully took it and once again joined him for another dance.

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