Prompt: I Still Hate You

Pairing: Pots N Pans

Rating: K+

It was just after the Quidditch Cup game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. And of course, Gryffindor won with Harry catching the snitch.

There was to be a grand party in the common room to celebrate their flawless victory, but Harry was not to be in attendance.

There was only one place he wanted to be tonight. And it wasn't in the common room, taking shots of firewhiskey.

After he took a quick shower, he dressed and dug his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. He looked around to see if the coast was clear. Ron and the other seventh year boys he shared a dorm with were already downstairs, partying. He flung the cloak over him and snuck down the stairs. He weaved through the crowd of dancing and shouting people, careful not to let anybody feel him.

As soon as he got out of the portrait hole, he walked as quickly as his cloak would allow him to without slipping and made his way to his and her secret spot behind the wall or the quidditch pitch.

He stopped and looked at the long legged brunette leaning against the wall, facing the lake. She looked as if she was bored, like she really didn't want to be there. She had one foot propped against the wall, while her other leg was holding her up, outstretched and showing the skin that was under her pushing regulations Slytherin skirt.

He smirked as he walked right in front of her, cloak still over him. He wanted to scare the knickers off of her.

Unfortunately, he had done this trick way too many times for the girl to be alarmed by it anymore.

"I can feel your breath on my face." said Pansy, rolling her eyes.

Harry dropped the cloak and wrapped his arms quickly around the sarcastic female. "You're no fun anymore," he laughed. "That used to scare you."

"After the first dozen times, you get pretty bored with it."

"Just like I'm getting bored with you?" smirked Harry.

"You'll never bore of me. I'm the most exciting person in your life right now."

"My world does not revolve around you, Pansy."

"Now who told you that lie?" said Pansy in a coy voice.

"Did you go to the game? Did you see me?" asked Harry, lips against Pansy's neck.

Pansy's eyes fluttered at the sensation of Harry's words against her sensitive skin.

"I did, and it looked just like any other catch you've made, Potter " she said in a smug voice.

Harry groaned. "You're the true definition of uplifting." he said in a sarcastic tone.

"Gee, thanks. With sarcasm like that, one would wonder why you put up with me for so long."

"Because you're pretty." smiled Harry against her cheek.

"And you're pretty pathetic." laughed Pansy, moving her face away from Harry's lips so she could look at him.

"Careful, Pans. One could get the impression that you actually fancy me."

"And we can't have anyone thinking that now, can we? I still hate you." said Pansy, trying to hold back her grin.

"Are you always going to deny your feelings for me?" said Harry, sounding a bit disappointed.

The sound of his voice confused Pansy. Wasn't this their little thing? Their playful banter as if they irritated each other, followed by a heated and much deserved snogging?

"You're serious about this." said Pansy, playing with the fringe on the back of Harry's neck. His emerald eyes had a glint of irritation in them.

"I am serious." said Harry. "I thought we were beyond playing games with each other. I thought that you knew how I felt and I knew how you felt and that-"

"Do you honestly know anything about my feelings, Potter?" asked Pansy sincerely. "How do you know I simply snog you for the sake of some wild crazy adventure? Maybe I do it to eventually brag one day that I have made out with The Chosen One."

Pansy saw the hurt in Harry's eyes and knew that she had gone a bit too far. "That's not true by the way." she said quickly, as she grabbed Harry's retreating hand.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, how do I know that you're just not trying to see if you can shag the apparent Slytherin princess as I have been so dubbed by your housemates?" asked Pansy, trying to get the heat off of her, but at the same time, really wondering if that was indeed the case.

"You think I would do that to you?"said Harry, snatching his hand from her grip.

Pansy sighed and leaned against the wall, lowering her head slightly. "I dunno, Potter. It's not like I haven't been used by blokes before."

"I'm not every bloke, Parkinson." said Harry, lifting Pansy's chin so that her eyes met his.

"You're not. That's true." she admitted.

"Does that mean you're willing to give us a chance then?" Harry boldly asked.

Pansy, who couldn't keep her icy wall up any longer, blushed as she found herself nodding. Harry looked thrilled as he pulled her into him, taking her lips with his. A couple seconds later, they broke it, each looking at the other as of they both felt that brand new spark of something different. Something exciting. Then, their lips collided again, sensually moving against each other as they each tried to fight for dominance, but instead got lost in each other's growing passion.

When they finally parted for air, Harry gave Pansy a very smug look of superiority. And who could blame him? He was the first wizard to be given willingly something that he had earned and not tried to take. Pansy's heart.

"I still hate you, Potter." said Pansy, trying to smirk, but was too elated to.

"Whatever you say, Parkinson."