"So you'll do it, Pan?" Draco Malfoy had asked, in that devilishly winsome way he had. And Pansy, blast her soul (or heart or whatever had made her...), had said yes.

So, here she was, approaching the Golden Boy and his Quiddich-playing girlfriend, with a plastic smile on her face and a prayer to whomever was listening, that just for once, they'd actually not blast her to smithereens for having the temerity to approach the Chosen One. "Excuse me," Pansy said with as much elan as she could possibly muster when talking to a boy (now man, lands he was tall!) she had threatened to throw to the Dark Lord.

They both turned toward her, and they both got these identical, slightly hostile but couldn't be bothered to be more than that looks on their faces. She would be strong, she would get this done. She had promised.

"Would you like to buy a ticket for the annual raffle?" Pansy Parkinson asked, quite naturally avoiding the subject that this was the first annual raffle.

"Oh, well, we don't generally..." Harry Potter stumbled out, probably too used to people asking for a moment of his time. It was one galleon, for Merlin's Sake! (Though, Pansy thought, I ought to mention that before judging him).

"What's it for?" Gin Weasley asked, with a sharp look in her eye. Gryffindors shouldn't be allowed to copy Snape's look-of-certain-demise. It shouldn't be allowed.

"Orphan children from the war." Pansy said smartly, "And if you win, you'll get a seat at the ex-clu-sive" (Pansy had practiced that drawling in front of the mirror) "restaurant The Mystic's Touch."

"Odd name for a restaurant," Potter managed to say, before Gin glared at him, cutting him off as if he was a dog.

"We'll take two." Gin said, her smile making her look far more magnanimous than Pansy ever remembered looking herself - and she had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to look genuine and graceful.

So far so good, Pansy thought, stalking off to try and find some losers for the raffle.

[a/n: I like pansy. Pansy tries hard, it doesn't always work. I think Millie's better at looking like a nice person. Do you have time to write a review?]