chapter one || le sang

pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, prep school au

link: ao3

“Did you volunteer?” she finally demands.

“Did I what?”

“Volunteer. To come and fetch me.”

Potter stuffs his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t look at her. “No.”

She smirks. “Lockhart picked you special, then?”

Potter’s expression turns stony and vaguely defensive. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s always like that,” Pansy says. “I’m surprised you don’t have carpal tunnel from all the autographs you had to give out during orientation.”

Potter offers her a small, sharp smile, and it’s meaner than she thinks the situation technically warrants. “You know, Pansy, if you wanted me to sign something for you—all you had to do was ask.”

“No, thanks,” she retorts, dropping what’s left of her cigarette and grinding it under the heel of her boot. The concrete is still damp from the morning fog. “My dad actually has one of your parents’ old movie posters—the last one they did, about the safe house? Signed and everything. It’s in our game room.”

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah.” Pansy hums, deceptively friendly. “He got it on eBay.”

Potter doesn’t quite manage to suppress his flinch.