pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson
setting: modern, non-magical au; loosely based on this post
notes: prologue + ch. 1 / 15 (?)
Pansy was thirteen when her parents finally pulled the trigger on their divorce.
She was mostly indifferent to the whole thing—her dad was an asshole, and her mom was a cheating asshole with slightly better hair, and they’d been fighting and fighting and passive aggressively attempting to destroy each other’s lives for basically as long as Pansy could remember.
She was over it.
Love was clearly a lie. And a scam. And she said as much, at their very first session of court-ordered family counseling, rolled her eyes when her mom started to fake-cry and her dad started to loudly mock her mom for fake-crying and the therapist just sat there, slack-jawed and silent, as the argument escalated from sharp little jabs about bad parenting to much sharper, much bigger jabs about emotional neglect and blatantly manipulative selfishness and creating a veritable harem out of all the hot single PTA dads—
Pansy stopped listening at that point, partially out of habit, and partially because the therapist had begun to frantically scribble on her generic yellow legal pad; but later that week, when there was an official-sounding phone call from the judge that her parents’ mediator insisted on Pansy being present for—well, she definitely listened then.