A Dangerous Operation - Harry/Pansy
Title: A Dangerous Operation
Author: little_dollface
Word Count: 499
Rating: T
Notes: This was my entry for the first challenge of pphp_ldws's Round Two. And YAY! I made it through to the next challenge. But we'll see how long that lasts, gots me some stiff competition!
Pansy chewed her lip and looked around nervously. She felt like everyone knew and could see right through her disguise. A ridiculous notion, considering Polyjuice was as fool proof as disguises got.
She gave a quick glance at her watch and headed towards the counter, nearly toppling over Lucius Malfoy in the process. For a moment her stomach dropped. He was going to recognize her, she just knew it.
“Pardon me, miss,” he said in a gentlemanly manner as he slyly tried to cop a feel. Incorrigible old coot!
She brushed him off as politely as possible, dismissing the urge to hex his bits, and headed directly to the counter. Gringotts was thankfully slow at this time of day, saving her the hassle of waiting in line. She was nervous enough as it was.
A goblin with a grumpy expression and hairy ears waved her forward. He grunted in response to the slip of parchment she passed him, then hastily handed her a small satchel from under the marble counter top.
In a rush to leave before the potion wore off, she headed straight out the door, controlling the near overwhelming desire to look behind her. She feared such actions would be a dead giveaway. Once outside, she felt a gloved hand forcefully pull her into the alley.
A man, taller and larger than her, held her tightly to his front.
“Shhh, the potion is wearing off,” he whispered, grabbing a lock of her hair to show her how the tips were returning to their original shade.
“Dammit, Potter! Let me go.” She struggled against his embrace.
“Quiet. I need to be sure you weren’t followed.”
“Well, if I was, it certainly wasn’t any of my doing. I’m not stupid enough to let that happen. It’d be you and those idiot Aurors you work with.”
Brushing off her accusation, he asked in a concerned tone, “You have it, right?”
“Yes. Of course I do,” she replied to his irritating question. “And this is the last time, Potter. I’ve paid my debt to the Ministry and you.
He shushed her again. “I fancy you as a blonde,” he whispered in her ear.
“Brilliant. I’ll run out right now and get a dyeing potion,” she snapped back.
Echoes of shouting floated into the alley causing her heart rate to speed up. Holding her breath she waited for the voices to approach but they passed and then faded into the distance. It was just a husband and wife having a lively spat about his gambling habits. Her heart slowed but not as much as she’d like. Damn Potter. She wished his hands pressed protectively to her hips didn’t feel as good as it did.
She turned in his arms. Pushing her hands against his chest to widen the distance between them, she whispered, “I think we’re safe.”
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back slightly. “Nothing’s ever safe with you, Parkinson.” His lips ghosting over hers before he apparated away.
Author: little_dollface
Word Count: 499
Rating: T
Notes: This was my entry for the first challenge of pphp_ldws's Round Two. And YAY! I made it through to the next challenge. But we'll see how long that lasts, gots me some stiff competition!
Pansy chewed her lip and looked around nervously. She felt like everyone knew and could see right through her disguise. A ridiculous notion, considering Polyjuice was as fool proof as disguises got.
She gave a quick glance at her watch and headed towards the counter, nearly toppling over Lucius Malfoy in the process. For a moment her stomach dropped. He was going to recognize her, she just knew it.
“Pardon me, miss,” he said in a gentlemanly manner as he slyly tried to cop a feel. Incorrigible old coot!
She brushed him off as politely as possible, dismissing the urge to hex his bits, and headed directly to the counter. Gringotts was thankfully slow at this time of day, saving her the hassle of waiting in line. She was nervous enough as it was.
A goblin with a grumpy expression and hairy ears waved her forward. He grunted in response to the slip of parchment she passed him, then hastily handed her a small satchel from under the marble counter top.
In a rush to leave before the potion wore off, she headed straight out the door, controlling the near overwhelming desire to look behind her. She feared such actions would be a dead giveaway. Once outside, she felt a gloved hand forcefully pull her into the alley.
A man, taller and larger than her, held her tightly to his front.
“Shhh, the potion is wearing off,” he whispered, grabbing a lock of her hair to show her how the tips were returning to their original shade.
“Dammit, Potter! Let me go.” She struggled against his embrace.
“Quiet. I need to be sure you weren’t followed.”
“Well, if I was, it certainly wasn’t any of my doing. I’m not stupid enough to let that happen. It’d be you and those idiot Aurors you work with.”
Brushing off her accusation, he asked in a concerned tone, “You have it, right?”
“Yes. Of course I do,” she replied to his irritating question. “And this is the last time, Potter. I’ve paid my debt to the Ministry and you.
He shushed her again. “I fancy you as a blonde,” he whispered in her ear.
“Brilliant. I’ll run out right now and get a dyeing potion,” she snapped back.
Echoes of shouting floated into the alley causing her heart rate to speed up. Holding her breath she waited for the voices to approach but they passed and then faded into the distance. It was just a husband and wife having a lively spat about his gambling habits. Her heart slowed but not as much as she’d like. Damn Potter. She wished his hands pressed protectively to her hips didn’t feel as good as it did.
She turned in his arms. Pushing her hands against his chest to widen the distance between them, she whispered, “I think we’re safe.”
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back slightly. “Nothing’s ever safe with you, Parkinson.” His lips ghosting over hers before he apparated away.