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lightofdaye) wrote2024-01-07 04:57 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2024-01-07 04:57 pm
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Fic: Breakfast (Harry/Pansy)
Title: Breakfast
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 330
Content: Implied sex, morning after, humour, PoV Switch.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: It's the morning after and he's trying to entice her to stay...
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts Winter Prompt Extravaganza-January Prompt 7: Toast. Pretty sure I've written this before but what the heck.
- - -
Pansy Parkinson sat up in bed, bolt upright. The morning light was flooding through the curtains, and the bedroom she was in was not hers.
Pansy looked around the bedroom; it was small, well appointed and suspiciously clean and clear of clutter, as if it had been tidied in a great hurry, very recently.
She slipped out of bed, she picked up some lacy undergarments and a little black dress, she had no hope of squeezing back into it now. She wrapped herself in an oversized dressing gown, catching a glimpse of ruined make up and disarrayed hair in a mirror.
She padded out of the bedroom and into a joint living room, dining room and kitchen. There was a man flitting around the kitchenette from which an amazing smell was emanating. He had black hair as messy as hers, though his always was.
Oh No Pansy thought. Not Him
There was bang from a silver device next to her and Pansy squeaked in alarm.
-
Harry Potter had to suppress a smile when Pansy jumped a foot in the air when his toaster went off.
"Toast?" He said lightly, whipping it out of the toaster onto a plate and started spreading liberal amounts of butter on it.
Pansy looked at him like she was trying to figure out what his angle was. Harry sighed, it was very Slytherin of her. They'd had a very fun night last night and he hoped she'd stick around.
"You could stay for breakfast if you wanted." He continued, waving his hand at all the food he'd put out.
Pansy's eyes narrowed suspiciously, a variety of emotions crossed over her face and then she disapparated with a loud crack.
Harry sighed, disappointed.
He went back to his cooking. A few moments later there were a couple of soft popping sounds. Harry whirled around, there was no-one there but one of his heavily-laden breakfast plates had vanished.
Harry laughed. Maybe there was hope for them yet.
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 330
Content: Implied sex, morning after, humour, PoV Switch.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: It's the morning after and he's trying to entice her to stay...
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
rarepair_shorts Winter Prompt Extravaganza-January Prompt 7: Toast. Pretty sure I've written this before but what the heck.- - -
Pansy Parkinson sat up in bed, bolt upright. The morning light was flooding through the curtains, and the bedroom she was in was not hers.
Pansy looked around the bedroom; it was small, well appointed and suspiciously clean and clear of clutter, as if it had been tidied in a great hurry, very recently.
She slipped out of bed, she picked up some lacy undergarments and a little black dress, she had no hope of squeezing back into it now. She wrapped herself in an oversized dressing gown, catching a glimpse of ruined make up and disarrayed hair in a mirror.
She padded out of the bedroom and into a joint living room, dining room and kitchen. There was a man flitting around the kitchenette from which an amazing smell was emanating. He had black hair as messy as hers, though his always was.
Oh No Pansy thought. Not Him
There was bang from a silver device next to her and Pansy squeaked in alarm.
-
Harry Potter had to suppress a smile when Pansy jumped a foot in the air when his toaster went off.
"Toast?" He said lightly, whipping it out of the toaster onto a plate and started spreading liberal amounts of butter on it.
Pansy looked at him like she was trying to figure out what his angle was. Harry sighed, it was very Slytherin of her. They'd had a very fun night last night and he hoped she'd stick around.
"You could stay for breakfast if you wanted." He continued, waving his hand at all the food he'd put out.
Pansy's eyes narrowed suspiciously, a variety of emotions crossed over her face and then she disapparated with a loud crack.
Harry sighed, disappointed.
He went back to his cooking. A few moments later there were a couple of soft popping sounds. Harry whirled around, there was no-one there but one of his heavily-laden breakfast plates had vanished.
Harry laughed. Maybe there was hope for them yet.
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