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Title: Say It
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dexstarr
Word Count: 185
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hp_humpdrabbles 2010 Humpathon. Prompt posted by [livejournal.com profile] elle_blessing, and was "Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, 'Love is just another word I never learned to pronounce.'"
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
Warnings: Sex, Angst
Author's Note: I'm so angsty lately.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.
Summary: Draco desperately wants Pansy to say something.

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Say it, Pansy! )
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Title: Assumptions
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dexstarr
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: [livejournal.com profile] slytherin100 #140: Assumption
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I've had this idea in my head for about a while, and I'm not perfectly happy with it, but I can't put my finger on what's off. Oh well, more practice on writing Pansy.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.

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“No?”

Pansy smirked at the disbelief in his voice. Draco still wasn’t used to being refused anything, even though the Malfoy name had lost considerable respect since the war.

“No,” she repeated, relishing the wounded look on his face.

“But Pansy – it’s what you’ve always wanted. To be a Malfoy –”

She laughed bitterly, interrupting him. “It’s what I wanted, before. But I happen to know Daddy told you to marry, and you assumed I’d be happy to go along with the idea. But your family isn’t exactly on top, anymore, Draco.”

“Neither is yours,” he shot sullenly.

“No, it’s not.”

***
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Title: Midnight Grief
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dexstarr
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: PG
Challenge: [livejournal.com profile] slytherin100: Prompt #132: Midnight, by the lake
Characters: Draco/Pansy
Author's Note: First attempt at a mini-series. Not entirely pleased, but I wanted to post before the deadline.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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The note was crumpled in Pansy’s cold hand, but she’d memorized the words.

“Midnight. Lake.”

The parchment had been delivered to her by Draco’s eagle owl that morning. He usually just pulled her aside in the common room when he wanted to talk to her; she wondered about the change in routine.

So here she was, at midnight, waiting by the lake for Draco. She’d been here at five minutes to midnight, but it was now twelve thirty, and he had yet to show.

But finally she heard his footsteps cracking over fresh snow, and she turned to greet him.

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