Title: White Christmas
Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: This photo
Words: 494
Beta: Not Betaed.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Originally written for Week #160 on sortinghatdrabs. I can't believe I forgot to post this!

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AND 08. White on 100_colours


White Christmas

"It's snowing," Pansy said with her arms perched on the windowsill.

Harry watched her, studying her backside, trying to figure out what she was really trying to say. They had just had a quite nasty fight. He wanted to spend Christmas with the Weasleys but she refused to spend a holiday with some "strangers" because it was already a gigantic effort of her part to be "forced to eat at that hole once a month".

She didn't understand how much the Weasleys meant to Harry; that they were his family even if they weren't related by blood. Her snide remarks and condescending insults infuriated him to no end. No matter how much she had proved her change of heart, the Slytherin in her kept crawling back out. Especially when Harry's friends and family were concerned.

When it was just the two of them, they could ignore who the other was, and just focus on the people they were now. No longer the enemies they were at Hogwarts, but the lovers who discovered were more alike than anyone would have thought. However, the relations from their pasts were an unpleasant reminder of the complete opposites they once were.

Pansy sighed softly. If the room hadn't been that quiet, Harry could have never heard it; but the heavy silence that invade the room once the screaming ended could be cut with a knife. The white, tight-fitted sweater she was wearing couldn't disguise the tension on her shoulders.

Was her casual comment another one of her usual tactics of acting as if nothing had happened? Or was she just casually trying to start conversation so they could talk calmly about the subject at hand?

"Is it?" Harry said sternly.

"Yes. I think this will be a white Christmas. Last year it hadn't snowed enough before the holidays, remember?"

"Aham."

Pansy heaved a long sigh and turned around, resting her elbows on the windowsill. The bright light from outside hit her back and made her black hair shine. She looked beautiful. Harry found himself speechless for a second. He couldn't be mad at her for too long. It took her little to nothing to remind him why he loved her so much.

"I'm sorry, all right? Don't act so cold. I'm the bitch in this relationship after all."

Harry frowned instantly. "Don't call yourself that."

A soft smile appeared on her face and Harry felt a sudden urge to kiss her. To his fortune, Pansy started walking towards him.

"I was just hoping we could spend Christmas together." She reached the edge of the couch he was sitting on. "Just the two of us." Her knees supported her weight as she straddled him. His hands instantly went to her waist as his eyes focused on hers. "Celebrating." She pecked him on the lips. "Naked," Pansy whispered sensually against his lips.

"I'll let Mrs. Weasley know we're not going then," Harry said, bringing her closer and kissing her deeply.


A/N: Please, review! :)