#she's That girl. harry of course-- being edgy boy he is-- loathes country music

[deifiliaa]

parkour.

pairing: harry potter + pansy parkinson notes: yee (and i cannot stress this enough) haw.

He pulls up to her house just as the sun peers over top the massive hedges along her equally massive front yard. It’s a little after 6 AM, a little after he’s had his first coffee of the day, a little after he’s packed his second and third cup in a stainless travel mug, and a little after Draco Malfoy’s sent him the text that proves the asshole is absolutely The Worst. 

5:38 AM - so...

5:38 AM - man of honor.

5:38 AM - Hermione tells me that I’m allowed to have you do some last minute errands before you leave

5:47 AM - just one thing, really

Pansy Parkinson is not a light packer.

Knowing her, he wouldn’t be surprised if he opened up her luggage to find the entire shopping mall complex.

Or a body.

“We’re up there for--” Harry grunts, bringing his knee up to help hoist the weight of her pink Samsonite into the back of his Corolla “--a weekend.” The front wheels of her suitcase ding his back bumper, and Harry winces at the not-good sound of something sharp. Of something scraping.

From the front seat, Pansy glances at him through the sun visor’s mirror before returning her finger to the second layer of cocoa butter gel on her bottom lip. She puckers, tilts her head from side to side to examine, and flashes his hardened glare a smile much too sweet. “Plenty of time, then, to work on that upper arm strength,” Pansy offers, snapping shut the lid to her travel-sized Vaseline. “There’s a gym at the hotel.”

Harry grimaces before slamming down his trunk door, staring regretfully at the scraggly streaks defacing the Barcelona red.

He reminds himself, gingerly, that the Malfoy-Granger union itself is unconventional enough and that the couple certainly doesn’t need (certainly wouldn’t appreciate) the added wildcard of the Best Woman and the Man of Honor showing up at each other’s throats.

“I’ll take aux,” she volunteers brightly-- as if she’s doing him a service-- when he slides himself into the driver’s seat, and a moment later, the start of a redneck twang that just cannot be real and the blare of an exaggerated electric guitar and overly compensating drum line make Harry simultaneously wince and inhale sharply.

Agreeing to give Pansy a ride is his worst life decision yet.

#harry potter #pansy parkinson #harry x pansy #pansy x harry #deifiliaa fics #hp #and pansy definitely listens to country music. goes to every Luke Bryan and Dan + Shay concert in the area #she's That girl. harry of course-- being edgy boy he is-- loathes country music #so of course it's going to be the Best car ride of his life #idk where i was really going with this but it was fun. i had a lot of fun. #all i know is that these two have a history here and it's... a very tumultuous history l o l