Touch The Snow!
Written for The Death Eater Of The Month Challenge.
Character: Pansy Parkinson
A/N: Hey, look at that. Another story inspired by real life. Let's just say I had a rather interesting conversation during a trip out one morning, and somehow it turned into this. And yes, I know Pansy didn't play Quidditch. But this is crack, so just roll with it.
"What... what is that?" Pansy asked, narrowing her eyes in concentration. She was staring at the boy on the broomstick in front of her, the bristles on his broom, and much of the handle, covered in a layer of white.
Draco, who had been busy hunting the Snitch, came to an immediate stop when he saw Pansy Parkinson parked in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. "What are you doing?" he called out, sounding rather irate. "You're supposed to be minding the Bludgers!"
"Oh, sod off, would you, Draco!" Pansy snapped, glaring down at him. "You're supposed to be minding the Snitch, so don't give me any lip."
The pampered blond rolled his eyes. He darted upwards, hovering beside her to see what she was looking at. And, much to his surprise, it appeared as though the Weasley's broom was thoroughly coated in thick white clumps.
"What's this mess?" Draco said, a smirk curling his lips. He seemed rather amused by the sight.
"Is that snow on his broom?" Pansy asked, mirroring Draco's amusement and curiosity. "How did he get it covered in snow?"
"It looks like he's got a white tarp tied down or something," Draco drawled lazily, folding his arms across his chest. "He's such a baby he probably had to piss proof the bloody thing."
"No, I think it's snow," Pansy insisted. "If I could get close enough to touch it, then I'd know for sure if that's snow."
"Seriously?"
"Yes!" And with that she rocketed across the pitch, flying alongside a very confused Ron Weasley. "Pull over, I want to touch the snow!" she shouted, Draco hurrying to catch up with her.
The rush of wind in his ears prevented the befuddled Keeper from understanding what she was saying. In a panic, Ron attempted some evasive maneuvers, the audience muttering questions, some people standing up to get a better look at the action. And all the while Pansy kept yelling, "Pull over, I want to touch the snow!"
"Have you lost your mind?" Draco spat, gritting his teeth in frustration. The wind whipped through his hair, flying faster as he fought to keep up with them. "You're acting like such an insufferable - oh dear Merlin, that is snow!"
The dumbfounded Wealsey was now boxed in on both sides, looking very much like his head was on a swivel as he struggled to follow their conversation.
"I told you so!" Pansy roared, swinging her bat and striking the tail of Ron's broom. Snowflakes and twigs went a flyin'.
Laughing triumphantly, Pansy took a sudden nosedive, allowing the falling snow to land in her hair. Draco shook his head.
"I swear, this is the last time I'm letting you attend one of those parties in the Hufflepuff common room," he told her. "Good Lord, you smell like nine miles of skunk anus exploded all over the walls."
"But did you see it?" Pansy thrilled, flying in circles through the falling snow. "I touched the snow! And later," she continued, leaning forward and gripping her broom with both hands, the bat tucked under her arm, "after the match, I'm going to the mountains this weekend to touch more snow. Imagine our Head of House being like, 'Why did you have to go to the hills to touch snow? We have ice at Hogwarts you could have touched.' And I'm like, 'BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME! I HAVE TO TOUCH THE SNOW!'"
A muscle over Draco's left eye twitched. His lips quivered, fighting the urge to laugh, when suddenly he couldn't take it anymore and let loose in a very undignified fit of chuckles.
"Is this what happens when you have snow withdrawal?" he queried, snorting and falling across his broom. The Snitch whizzed past his ear and he didn't even notice.
"Yes." Pansy nodded, her dark hair falling forward to frame her face. "You saw all the frost on the pitch this morning. That isn't snow, Draco. It's a joke. It's a tease, and I won't stand for it!"
Draco lifted a hand, wiping tears of mirth from his cold grey eyes. "This is why I'm glad we got some new players on our team. I swear I'm so tired of waiting two hours for someone on the Gryffindor team to score a goal - I mean Slytherin!"
Now it was Pansy's turn to burst out laughing. "You see?" she cried out, pointing at the blond Seeker. "You didn't touch the snow!"