For A Candy Cane A Day on the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Forum.
George and Pansy
"Are you seriously laughing right now?" Pansy spun around, hands on her hips, and glared at George. "Seriously?"
George, seemingly unaware of his girlfriend's anger, only continued to chuckle. He wiped his hands, still covered in the remnants of mashed potatoes, on his cloak. After a few moments, he yelped. A well-aimed Stinging Hex had hit his leg. His eyes snapped up to Pansy, who was putting her wand away.
"What was that for?"
"What was that for?!" Pansy repeated, incredulous. She stormed up to him and, punctuating each word with a prod to his shoulder, she said, "That was awful. Your first time meeting my parents, and you decided to prank them?!"
Much to her dismay, he didn't seem at all bothered. She could feel her eyes begin to burn with angry tears.
"Oh, come on." He couldn't possibly be rolling his eyes, could he? "They weren't exactly sunshine and roses, banging on about how the Weasley name has managed to rise from the ashes. I thought I might ease the tension."
Pansy might have been sympathetic. In any other circumstances, she might have apologised for her parents' behaviour. She would have reassured him that they'd done their due diligence—that they wouldn't have to go back until the holidays. But no. George just had to go and blow damned potatoes up in her parents' faces. And so, Pansy was not feeling particularly charitable.
"I didn't expect you to like them," she snapped. "But I thought you'd at least be civil!"
"Well, they were hardly—"
"Just stop it. This was important to me and you turned it into a joke."
"Important to you?" George scoffed. "You never even see your parents."
"Of course I see my parents," Pansy retorted. Her mouth was in a thin line. "I just never invited you because I knew you wouldn't want to come with me."
George didn't respond. Pansy assumed it was because she was right. It didn't matter how much she'd changed since school, she was always going to be a Parkinson. And there were some parts of her that, no matter how much he tried to deny it, George just couldn't grapple with.
Pansy gritted her teeth. "I think I should go."
"Pansy..."
"I'll see you later."
There was a crack of Apparition. Pansy, now standing in her childhood bedroom, looked up at the Slytherin decor on her walls with a sad smile. She was alone again. Some things, she supposed, never really changed.