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My second entry for the Slytherin Cabal's "Death by Quill" eliminating challenge.
Round 2 of 4 Theme: Temptation
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Trigger Warnings: Cheating, Language, Smut
Disclaimer: I do not profit in any way from this work. All recognisable characters and plot are the property of JK Rowling.
Thank you to my Beta, Dramione84, for all her time and hard work put into this story of mine.
Work Text:
Pansy's Sin
Harry stood watching the dancing couples, Ginny tapping her foot next to him. She wanted to dance and could not understand why he was in no mood to do so. In truth, Harry struggled to do anything remotely normal. His life felt monotonous now, as though each day wove seamlessly into the next. No diversion...No excitement.
Hermione had told him the week prior that it was because they were used to operating in a constant state of survival. And now that Voldemort was gone there was nothing that stimulated the adrenaline anymore which meant that they were at a loss as they didn't know how to live without it. He guessed that was why Hermione had left Ron to pursue a relationship with George Weasley. She said that George and his endless antics kept her on her toes.
Harry studied Ginny next to him silently as she conversed with Lavender. She and Ron had been happily engaged for a month now. Despite the fact that Lavender was a werewolf Ron supported her. Harry loved his fiancée, he really did. She was an amazing witch and woman: strong and independent with a fiery personality, yet it didn't cater for the loss of the adrenaline.
A commotion caught his attention on the dancefloor.
He watched with fascination as Pansy Parkinson slapped Theo Nott and fluidly walked away to start dancing with another wizard. He couldn't help but notice the grace of her movements or how her silver gown caressed her curves, showing them to be voluptuous in all the right places. His eyes saw her red lips and smokey made up eyes, the glint of temptation and hidden secrets within them.
His breathing hitched as their eyes met over her partner's shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed momentarily in suspicion then a slow, secretive smile spread over her lips as the sparkle in her eyes intensified. She held his gaze firmly, and he felt he could not look away. The music faded into the background as he followed her dance, her eyes locked on his until the last possible moment before her partner twirled her again. Harry swallowed heavily as he pulled at his collar, heat flushing through him. He was still watching her, her hips rolling seductively with the dance that she executed perfectly and gracefully.
