Harry Potter x Reader OneShots

Pansy Parkinson imagine

●So uh, imagine that it's fourth year. Christmas break has just started and it's... oddly peaceful?
●Why?
●The resident bitch isn't there to make people miserable and unhappy to make herself seem better.
●Perhaps she didn't have a taste for the games?
●Then, at the night of the Yule ball, she just appears. You didn't even know that it was allowed to randomly come back for the ball only.
●Pansy Parkinson enters the hall and it's like everyone's eyes are on her.
●It seemed like she'd been blessed, she looked like a different person.
●She was no longer pug-face parkinson, the wanna-be queen of Slytherin who used to get students who she disliked into trouble by telling teachers lies.
●Or the girl who would get Millicent Bulstrode to beat up first years that got in her way.
●or who would avoid getting in trouble for not doing homework by crying her way out of it. No, she had a whole different aura.

●she seemes confident, powerful and dangerous.
● her cheekbones had become more prominent, which gave her a sharp look along with her gleaming eyes that now had a greenish tint to them.
●The nose that made her seem like a mutt now suited her, it made her look unique, but attractive, elegant.
●God, those lips could be the end of you. They're plump and red.
●R E D
●when did she start wearing lipstick and why did it suit her so much?
●she was wearing a long, velvety green gown with a Silver belt that accentuated her small waist. It was rather low cut, much too low cut for a 15year old but cut in a way to make her seem daring, not to show off what she did not have in a nasty way.
●But the only thing you could concentrate on near her chest was her collarbones. They almost popped, shaped clearly and God you wished you could just love and worship her all day.
●What?
● Nah that's not right. They'd never accept that in the Wizarding community.
●A thin, tinted but otherwise transparent material covered her top half, coming off her sleeves like bat wings.
●Almost hiding her beautiful upper arms. Whenever she moved them, you could still see a bit of muscle flexing underneath, though.
●gulp
●the dress is long, long enough to hide her shoes when she stands still. But there's a slit up one Leg to her Mid thigh, showing smooth, pale legs.
●and her hair, God her hair. She had always been so precise about it, keeping it the exact same shape, length, style at ALL times.
●but but now her hair was a tiny bit longer than usual
●it was a bit wavy too. W a v y and b o u n c y. It looked healthy and shiny and clean.
●she had one side braided a bit, going to the back, giving an uneven but cultured do. It also had clips
●butterfly clips
●but but those were enchanted butterflies that flapped their wings and let out little sparkles every now and again.
●you could barely breathe. Just imagining washing and brushing her hair. Styling it in cute, new styles every now and again. Placing a silver crown in the shape of a snake that made slythering noises and stuck it's tongue out every Now and again on her head.
●All these thoughts of her made you so soft. She was so beautiful, so graceful, so magnificent.
●you wanted to dance with her and comfort her and hold her in your arms forever. But you couldn't.
●she was here with Draco Malfoy and word was, their parents were trying to arrange a more permanent situation.

Bonus:
○After this, every morning Pansy comes down to breakfast and you watch her. Eating anything she wished without even getting close to smudging her lipstick.
○ how wearing a shorter skirt with those darned fishnets make her legs look so much longer and oh so attractive.
○sometines she wears knee socks OvEr the fishnets.
○how she slowly made her claim to the title as queen of Slytherin by manipulating and using.
○how her bullying techniques became smarter as she went from push over to push over-er.
○she became so much worde, conniving, so secretive and yet so enchanting.

○you thought it was magnificent seeing her when you were both 14/15, but seeing her ten year later, she still topped over everyone with her beauty.
○the war and pressure from her parents had changed her forever, you could tell that she had a dark past as you looked into her distant eyes.
○but she still held herself with grace and pride, lifted her head and swayed her hips as she walked like she owned the place.
○she owned your heart, so close enough.
○and God, when you finally gathered your courage and approached her one day, the smile that graced her lips knocked the breath out of you.
○like, straight up, you thought you'd gone into cardiac arrest.
○her lips were painted perfectly, with no sumdges in the same red to that day.
○R e d
○for a Slytherin, red really fucking was her color.