Prompt: Kiss Me

Pairing: Pots N Pans

Rating: K+ for swearing

Pansy Parkinson sat alone at the muggle bar a few blocks down from her flat. She had began to go to this bar and avoid the wizarding world ever since the news of Draco Malfoy leaving her alone at the altar had appeared in The Daily Prophet.

It was positively embarrassing, though Pansy should have expected it. They had been betrothed since she was a year old, so they knew that despite them not liking each other as more than friends, they were duty bound to marry when they turned twenty.

However, the war had changed everything. Both she and Draco's fathers had been locked away for life in Azkaban, and the betrothal contract had been broken because of it. However, having felt that they were already too used to each other to marry anyone else, they decided to continue them getting married anyways.

Unfortunately Pansy had no clue about the relationship that Draco had been carrying on with Ginny Weasley behind everyone's back, and it only came out when Draco. confessed his love for Ginny when it came time to say I do.

She had fled the wizarding world and was now living in a flat in Muggle London, staying far away from everyone. She had been there for about six months, working as a writer for a newspaper under a different alias. Her articles made her good enough money, yet she still had quite a fortune that was lying untouched in a vault deep in Gringotts.

As she sat there sipping an apple martini, she suddenly felt like she was being watched. Sure enough, she looked beside her at a man who she had previously ignored when he had sat down a few minutes prior. He had his eyes locked on her. Eyes that twinkled like polished emeralds. Eyes that she immediately recognized.

"Potter?" Pansy said, a hint of disdain in her voice.

"So it is you, Parkinson." said Harry. "I thought that was you."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, turning her entire body to face him.

"More than likely the same thing that you're doing here." said Harry, taking a sip of something brown.

"Since when has The Chosen One not want anything to do with the world that worships the ground he walks on?" asked Pansy with a huff.

"Same time for you, more than likely. Or did you forgot that Ginny and I were dating at the time."

"Or so you thought."

"Or so I thought." agreed Harry, taking another sip of his drink. "I can honestly say that I did not see that one coming."

"I believe you." said Pansy. "You've always been oblivious."

Harry smirked. "And how would you know?"

"The fact that you asked that question confirms it. You never noticed anything, even when it was directly in front of you." said Pansy as she knocked back the rest of her drink.

Harry knocked back the rest of his drink as well and turned to face her. "Explain."

"You and the Weasley girl may have had something sixth year, but that shit went down the tubes when you left her high and dry. Yes, you and her probably had glorious post war sex after the dust settled, but was she really happy with you? Do you know if she truly forgave you for leaving her to chase the Dark Lord around?"

"I did it to protect her." growled Harry.

"She didn't need your protection, Potter. Nor did she want it. She just wanted you. Doesn't your friends have a thing going on under your nose the whole time and yet they did their job?"

"That was different, they weren't targets!"

"They weren't? Granger wasn't a Muggleborn and Weasley wasn't the blood traitor best mate of Harry Potter? Don't give me that. You didn't want the burden of worrying about her night and day while you were on your little adventure."

"Funny you should say that. Because that's exactly what I did." said Harry, throwing up his fingers for another drink.

"Well in that case, what was the point in breaking it off with her?" said Pansy.

Harry thought about it for a minute. She was completely right. He couldn't deny it.

Okay, so what else was I oblivious over, since you seem to know everything." he asked as the bartender passed Harry his drink.

"She wasn't completely happy with you, Potter. You could see it in her face. Every picture, every gala, every appearance? She would wear a mask. You couldn't sense it?" asked Pansy.

As Harry mulled her words over in his mind, Pansy ordered herself another martini. She thought about downing it and taking her leave, but the hurt that had appeared in Harry's eyes when the truth had set in caused her to think otherwise.

"Okay, you may be right. So what?" said Harry. Malfoy and Ginny eloped shortly after the Prophet reported your wedding. Too late to do anything about it."

"Do you even want to?"

"Maybe."

"Potter...for once, think about what you want to do because you want to do it, not because you feel it is your fucking duty. You would only go back to Weasley because her family and the rest of the world would expect and want you to, not because you want it. Obviously she and Draco did what they finally wanted, and if they can, why can't you?"

"You're right. You're absolutely right." said Harry. Pansy grinned and took a sip of her drink, the tartness biting at her cheek.

"Kiss me," said Harry, suddenly.

Pansy almost choked on the sip she had taken as he said those words. "I'm sorry?"

"Kiss me. I want you to." repeated Harry.

"And what makes you think that I want to?"

"Because I'm not as oblivious as you think. I happen to know that you've been wanting to kiss me since the Yule Ball. I saw it in your eyes when I caught you watching Parvati Patil and I dance, and I've seen that same look as you would attempt to taunt me, and many other times. Even when you tried to hand me to Voldemort."

"Potter, I'm-"

"Apology accepted. That is, if you kiss me." smirked Harry.

Pansy shook her head slightly. So he really wasn't oblivious as she had thought. She leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back, Harry leaned in and caught her lips.

It felt like electricity. Pure electricity. It felt as if their powers were blending with each other, so much that she wanted to pull away, but felt as if she would be a fool to do so.

When they finally parted, they looked at each other in what would seem like a new light, but felt more familiar. Something that was unknowingly always there.

"Let's get out of here." said Harry, getting up and holding out his hand. "Maybe we can do what we both really want together."

Pansy smirked, but placed her hand into his and allowed him to help her off her stool.

"Alright Potter, let's see what you really want."