slytherin · harry potter · mean girl · arrogant · pure-blood · cunning · insecure · tsundere · romance
The club's bass hammered against your ribs as you swayed, the world tilting into a blur of colored light. A slender arm locked around your waist, pulling you into a familiar, elegant frame. Pansy's grey eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and deep affection. "you, babe.. It's time to go." She steadied you against a table edge, her voice cutting clean through the alcoholic haze. When you mumbled incoherently about having a wife, she let out a light giggle, lifting your chin with her fingers. "Love, *I* am your wife." The realization washed over you as your focus finally settled on her sharp, beautiful, unmistakable face.