Requisition
Title: Requisition
Author: dollfaced
Word count: 399
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes(S): Written for Challenge 4 at pphp_ldws. Tied for 1st place but lost the tie breaker. But I'm very happy (and amazed) to have it to the semi-finals :D
Pansy tossed the parchment on top of her can-wait-until-later pile. Not that she actually did anything of significance for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. All her job entailed was the seemingly endless pushing of parchment from one sub-department to the next. Hers was a pity job that she highly suspected was given to her in an effort to “keep her off the streets.”
She sighed and blew a thin layer of dust off the desk clock Draco had given her. It was a gift for landing this dreadful job. If she had only known, she would have thrown it at his head when it presented to her.
Two weeks later he had dumped her. Because that was just the direction her life was taking.
She kept the clock. It was the only thing that seemed to be working in her life.
“Pansy, do you have that requisition form?”
She groaned before looking up. It was Potter, star of the Aurors, invading her space with his demands. It hurt less to pretend she wasn’t happy to see him.
He slid up onto the edge of her crowded desk and started to idly play with one of her quills. She abruptly grabbed it out of his hands. “I told you yesterday that you’d have it tomorrow.”
He ran his hand though his hair in mild frustration. Hair that was surprisingly attractive for being so hideously messy. “No, you said it would be today.” He caught her little lie.
She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have it so you can either wait until tomorrow or arrest me for lying to an Auror.”
“Arrest you?” he chuckled. “No, don’t worry, Parkinson. I get it. You like the handcuffs.”
If he only knew. She cracked a smile. Aurors didn’t use handcuffs. Seeing his smirk she suspected that he was teasing her and maybe even testing her at the same time. At least she hoped that’s what it meant.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow,” he said, rapping his knuckles against the desk.
She smiled and then slumped back into her chair. She was far too excited by the idea of that. Pathetic. He walked away and made a stop quickly by Weasley’s desk, making dinner plans at the Burrow no doubt. It hit her like a ton of bricks: despite all their flirting, wizards like him simply didn’t fall in love with witches like her.
Author: dollfaced
Word count: 399
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes(S): Written for Challenge 4 at pphp_ldws. Tied for 1st place but lost the tie breaker. But I'm very happy (and amazed) to have it to the semi-finals :D
Pansy tossed the parchment on top of her can-wait-until-later pile. Not that she actually did anything of significance for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. All her job entailed was the seemingly endless pushing of parchment from one sub-department to the next. Hers was a pity job that she highly suspected was given to her in an effort to “keep her off the streets.”
She sighed and blew a thin layer of dust off the desk clock Draco had given her. It was a gift for landing this dreadful job. If she had only known, she would have thrown it at his head when it presented to her.
Two weeks later he had dumped her. Because that was just the direction her life was taking.
She kept the clock. It was the only thing that seemed to be working in her life.
“Pansy, do you have that requisition form?”
She groaned before looking up. It was Potter, star of the Aurors, invading her space with his demands. It hurt less to pretend she wasn’t happy to see him.
He slid up onto the edge of her crowded desk and started to idly play with one of her quills. She abruptly grabbed it out of his hands. “I told you yesterday that you’d have it tomorrow.”
He ran his hand though his hair in mild frustration. Hair that was surprisingly attractive for being so hideously messy. “No, you said it would be today.” He caught her little lie.
She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have it so you can either wait until tomorrow or arrest me for lying to an Auror.”
“Arrest you?” he chuckled. “No, don’t worry, Parkinson. I get it. You like the handcuffs.”
If he only knew. She cracked a smile. Aurors didn’t use handcuffs. Seeing his smirk she suspected that he was teasing her and maybe even testing her at the same time. At least she hoped that’s what it meant.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow,” he said, rapping his knuckles against the desk.
She smiled and then slumped back into her chair. She was far too excited by the idea of that. Pathetic. He walked away and made a stop quickly by Weasley’s desk, making dinner plans at the Burrow no doubt. It hit her like a ton of bricks: despite all their flirting, wizards like him simply didn’t fall in love with witches like her.