(too many feels, I can’t hold them all)
Pansy laughed breathlessly, rolling her eyes. “Nice try, but didn’t work. Walked past a gaggle of Gryffindors and that’s what one of them whispered about me. Because I’m such a horrible person who deserves punishment for the rest of existence. I’m not, am I?” she whined, looking at him with sad eyes. If anyone could give it to her straight, she knew it would be Theo. “I’m sure you’ve heard all about why the Gryffindors despise me. It got around quite quickly, I see.”
His lips twitched at her laugh, relaxing before tilting his head to the side. “Gryffindors are true to being in a pride, love. You attack one and the other attack back.” He rolled up his essay carefully, refusing to let the ink smudge before stuffing it into his bag. “You’re not too bad, Parkinson. You like sex and you’ve made that very clear.” He wasn’t known for sugarcoating things. “It takes two to fuck, doesn’t it?” He paused, considering that statement. “Well, fuck normally.”
She looked over at him, her frown lessening. ”You should see the numbers I can get in a good fuck, you’d be surprised,” she said with a bit of pride. “You didn’t answer my question. Not too bad still leaves room for me to burn in the fiery pits of hell.” She sat back in her chair, pulling her knees up into her chest and leaning her head against them.
“No, Pansy. I don’t see you going to hell and burning for eternity for liking sex.” He replied before shaking his head again. “Out of the two of us, I’m the more likely one to go to hell, you’ll they pass over for, for some other poor shit.” He looked at her steadily, gaze even.
She actually laughed this time, a full sounding laugh. “Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll have conjoining rooms in hell. You, me, maybe Draco, we’ll just book a suite for us all.” She felt much better, knowing a conversation with one of her friends could cheer her up. “Thanks, Theo, I owe you one.”