Pairing: Pansy/Draco (hint of Harry/Draco and Draco/Blaise)
Disclaimer: JKR owns. I only play. You do not sue.
Length: 500 words
Summary: Pansy looks at Draco's narrowed eyes and wonders if there's any truth to the rumour that Draco fancies boys.
Note: Written for the Amazing Weekly Drabble Thing. The prompt this week is Are you gonna be my girl?
Concrit: Always welcome and appreciated.
Pansy's step falters just a little when she sees Granger on the arm of Viktor Krum.
Her dress robes are periwinkle blue to Pansy's pink, as though she'd known what Pansy would wear and bought those robes just to mock her. Granger's self-satisfied smirk seems to say, "See? I'm different. I'm the one with the famous Quidditch star, and look at you. You've got Malfoy." Her sidelong look at Draco proves it. She thinks she's got the better of Pansy -- with her fancy hairdo, her periwinkle blue robes, her famous dance partner.
Pansy smirks. At the end of the day, Granger's still the Mudblood.
"Close your mouth," snaps Pansy at Draco, who's gaping at Granger. "She's a Mudblood, remember?"
Draco draws himself up to his full height and nods.
"Let's find a table," he says in an important sort of tone.
Pansy giggles. Draco looks so ridiculous when he tries to act like his father. She tells him so. He flushes slightly and shoots her a warning look. Pansy rolls her eyes. She thinks Draco is much more interesting than his father. She tells him that, too, and he seems very pleased, at least until Potter and Parvati dance past them. Pansy looks at Draco's narrowed eyes and wonders if there's any truth to the rumour that Draco fancies boys. Vincent swore he'd heard Draco moan Blaise's name in his sleep a few nights ago.
That won't do. Pansy tugs on Draco's sleeve and lets her fingers linger on the velvet: it's warm and a little ticklish. Draco looks at her and Pansy can see that he's really looking at her, not through her. Maybe there isn't anything to those rumours, after all. Pansy loves Draco, though, and she recognises that perhaps she may be seeing things that aren't there.
After the Yule Ball is over, Pansy's a bit dejected -- Draco never once offered to take her for a walk around the fairy-lit garden. Everyone knows that's where all the real couples went. Pansy lets go of Draco's arm as they file down the steps.
"Pansy?" says Draco in a hesitant tone. Pansy turns around and gives him her best coy look. It doesn't seem to work as Draco looks even more nervous. "I have to talk to you. Gregory, Vincent, leave us."
They lumber through the entrance to the common room, leaving Pansy and Draco alone.
"So, Pansy," says Draco, blinking rapidly. "You've probably heard the rumours by now."
Pansy looks away and nods. "Are they true, then?" She didn't really want to ask, she realises, because she knows Draco loves her and he'll be honest with her.
"I think so," he says seriously. "My parents can't find out," he adds, looking away.
"What are you going to do?" asks Pansy. The tears can wait.
"Well, I was going to ask you to be my girl. You know, pretend. Are you gonna be my girl, Pansy?"
Pansy loves Draco. Of course she will be his girl.