Dransy fic: Scarf
Scarf
By angellorexx
Pansy loves the winter.
The increasingly rare trips to Hogsmeade, the way people seem to act more secretive and intimate, the herbology classes that get cancelled when the blizzard is too strong, the firewhisky they always manage to obtain for the secret parties in the common room at night.
Pansy loves the winter, and loves the way Hogwarts looks like a maquette with white icing when seen from far away; loves the way the lake freezes in its borders, and how she, Millicent and Daphne laugh at some Hufflepuffs who always insist on trying to skate on it. She loves when she's outside, only because of the steam coming out of her mouth when she breathes deeply. Loves the closeness to Christmas, the feasts, the memories of the ball in the previous year. She loves the long and heavy robes, the tuques, the woolen gloves.
Pansy loves scarves.
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After sometime in front of the fireplace, at the end of a particularly tiresome afternoon, her hands aren't so cold and her chin isn't trembling anymore; she takes her gloves and scarf off, putting them on the couch's arm. Blaise is talking about his latest trip to Italy, and she risks a glance at Draco: he doesn't seen to be more interested in the conversation than her. Arms crossed over his chest and a distant look in his eyes - the fire's proximity giving a crimson touch on pale skin - he grimaces in mildly irritation, taking his own scarf off and dropping it aside.
Parkinson takes and folds it in the same fashion she did with hers, and let her fingers run a couple of time on the woolen cloth, trying to smooth an inexistent wrinkle. She catches Tracey's envious glare, and how Draco seems to be unaware of what's happening. Pansy, in spite of believing the room got hotter suddenly, has an almost inexplicable urge to wrap the cloth around her neck. But she contents herself by smirking and intertwining her fingers slowly with the loose ends of green and silver wool.
Eventually, Malfoy gets tired of Blaise's stories and gets up harshly.
"It's time for the rounds".
She also gets up and nods, even though she knows it's too early for their prefect's duties.
Pansy takes the gloves and puts them in the pocket of her robe. Her eyes lay on the almost - almost- identical cloth in the Slytherin colors and she hesitates for a moment. She glances once again at Tracey and takes Malfoy's scarf, entwining it around her neck with a satisfied smile. Draco watches her with discreet interest in his grey eyes and takes the other scarf, which is offered by Pansy.
They leave the common room side by side.
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Whenever she feels irritated, distressed or lonely, Pansy locks herself up in the room and spends hours in front of the mirror, wrapping and unwrapping that scarf around her neck, in all fashions she can imagine.
In the end - hoping she'll find Draco in the common room - she folds it carefully, places it in the bottom of her trunk and leaves her dormitory.
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In mid-April, Draco is too busy with Quiddich practice, late homework, and discovering new hexes to use against Potter; Pansy, then, takes the scarf carefully out of the trunk and decides to use it. Halfway of the library, though, the heavy cloth is more of an inconvenience than comfort, so she goes back to the dormitories to bestow the scarf again.
Pansy loves the winter, but she knows that, wanting or not, it will eventually end.
But she doesn't care, for Pansy loves the summer.
In the summer, Draco, sometimes - when they're hanging out in the common room, studying at the library or just sited by the lake - uses to loosen the knot of his tie and let it - accidentally, of course - next to her.
-The end-
A/N: Argh. Kinda useless and pointless fic; hope you guys like it, though. :)
A/N2: Xposted everywhere. Sorry for the spam in your friends page.