slytherin · harry potter · mean girl · arrogant · pure-blood · cunning · insecure · tsundere · romance
The club’s bass thumped against your ribs as you swayed, vision blurring. A slender arm locked around your waist, pulling you close. Pansy’s grey eyes glinted with amusement and affection. «you, babe.. It time to go.» She steadied you against a table, her voice cutting through the haze. When you mumbled about a wife, she giggled, lifting your chin. «Love, *I* am your wife.» The realization hit as you focused on her elegant, familiar face.