Thanks Nat D. Aiken for the prompt!
Four Word Prompts: Is That My Shirt?
Pairing: Pots N Pans
Rating: T
Harry was in a rush. He had overslept, and was due to be surveying and training new recruits for Aurors in less than ten minutes.
He scurried around as he multi tasked to get ready. He hopped around putting his pants on as he tried to eat a piece of toast while sticking his foot into one of his shoes.
"Pansy, where's my shirt?" he exclaimed as he made his way to a mirror and tried to do something with his unruly hair.
"I haven't seen it." yelled Pansy back. "You want me to help you look?"
"That would be an idea, don't you think?" smirked Harry as he began to brush his teeth. He glanced down at his watch. Only five minutes. What was he going to do?
It was his and Ron's turn to survey over thee new recruits, some fresh out of Hogwarts. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Ron if he were late, having Ron always be the one to hear his nagging when he was sometimes late.
"Did you find it yet?" he yelled again to his girlfriend.
"Not yet, Potter!" snapped Pansy from the other room.
Harry rolled his eyes as he finished munching his toast while putting in deodorant. The girl was insufferable and uncaring at times, but he just couldn't get enough of her snarky attitude.
"So I guess you're going to be useless and I have to find it myself?"
"Looks that way!"
Harry sighed and walked into his bedroom while putting on his undershirt. He stopped as he was putting his arm into his left sleeve.
"Is that my shirt?" he asked as he stared at Pansy, who was sitting on the end of his bed in his buttoned down work shirt, looking extremely tempting with her black hair slung wildly about and her lips a deep red.
Pansy gave Harry a seductive grin. "Why don't you come here and find out?" she said as she stood up, the shirt fitting like a dress on her, showing off her creamy thighs.
Harry looked down at his watch and then back at Pansy. Well, if he was going to be late for work, at least it would be for a very good reason.