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Midst of Chaos

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Zacharias Smith Words: 1,339 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the anon that requested this pairing with the prompt “I’m not jealous.” Sorry it took me so long to get to! I hope you enjoy it.

After the war, Pansy figured she was fresh out of luck when it came to receiving any career opportunities in the Wizarding world. Her obvious hatred for Harry Potter and his cause put her on a permanent blacklist, because her decisions back then clearly determined who she was as a person. It was like people did not even believe fear could have been the cause of it all. Not everyone is naturally brave in the midst of chaos. But she was lucky one day when Garrick Ollivander found her in Diagon Alley covered in food that was thrown at her just for walking down the street.

"Are you alright, Miss Parkinson?" He asked her gently. He walked up toward her and pulled her up and off of the ground. Pansy wasn't the type to show any kind of weakness, so she just nodded. She was afraid if she spoke she would cry.

"Why don't you come back to my shop to clean up," he said, "You certainly can't go home covered in food."

Pansy followed him back to his shop silently with her head down, and as they slipped thru his doors, she heard the familiar bell chime above the front door. She remembered coming here as a kid and receiving her first wand. It was an experience she would never forget; it was the experience that started her fascination with Wandlore. But hardly anyone knew about that. She kept a lot of her intellectual pursuits and obsessions a secret.

Mr. Ollivander left her in the front of the shop to get his cleaning supplies. She was intrigued by the fact that he wanted her to clean herself off the Muggle way, but she didn't question it. He was the only one lately to show her any kindness. As he wiped food off of her upper arm she asked him, "Why are you being nice to me?"

"Because I have been expecting you," he told her nonchalantly, "You have always been destined to work beside me, but I will say, it has been interesting watching your journey."

Pansy raised her brow, "What are you saying?"

"I want you to intern for me, Pansy. We don't share a wand wood for nothing. Hornbeam, dragon heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches, hard. That's your wand, correct? I never forget one. Those of Hornbeam show an interest that is to the point of obsession. We share the same obsession with our love of Wandlore."

"But-but what about your business? Being associated with me will cause-"

"I don't worry about the opinions of small-minded folk. Besides, I sell the best wands in the country. People are not going to stop coming to me because of my intern."

And for the first time in months, Pansy smiled.

Interning for Garrick Ollivander was all fun and games until he hired another intern to work alongside them. He was quite possibly the most annoying person she had ever met, and that was saying something. Pansy had met a lot of annoying people. But his sparkling eyes, his arrogant personality, and his flowing dirty blonde hair was enough to drive her mad.

She hated Zacharias Smith with a passion. So much so, she couldn't believe he was a Hufflepuff of all things.

"Parkinson," he called as he walked into the shop, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"Do you even take this seriously?" She asked him, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you just-"

"I'd stop if I were you," he teased, "You're sounding an awful lot like Hermione Granger. I know how much you love her."

Pansy glared at him, but didn't say anything. She went back to stacking wands on the shelves.

She knew the silence wouldn't last for long, because Zacharias loved the sound of his own voice too much.

"You know," he started, "I don't think you actually hate me. I think you're into me."

Pansy snorted, "Yeah right. You quite possibly are one of the daftest people I have ever met who displays a ridiculous amount of arrogance that is quite frankly, undeserved."

"And you're not arrogant?"

Pansy smirked, "I deserve to be arrogant."

Zacharias rolled his eyes and was about to respond to her comment, but the front door of the shop chimed. Pansy looked up and caught sight of Hannah Abbott, one of Zacharias' former house mates. As he walked around the counter to give her a big dramatic hug, Pansy couldn't help but roll her eyes and make a dramatic gagging noise.

He turned around to the sound, and he smirked back at Pansy as he kissed Hannah on the cheek. She watched as Hannah blushed, and Pansy huffed as she turned around to continue stacking wands.

"I had a lot of fun the other night, Zach," Hannah told him, "It was just like old times."

"Me too," he replied, "It reminded me of sixth year in the Room of Requirement.."

Hannah giggled and Pansy felt herself glare at the shelf in front of her. She also felt Zacharias eyes on her while displaying a devilish grin.

"I'll see you after my shift," he told Hannah, "Pansy and I have a lot of work to do."

He kissed her on the cheek again, and she gave him a small wave as she left the shop. As soon as the bell stopped chiming, she heard Zacharias chuckle.

"What is it?" Pansy asked him, "Are you laughing at how stupid and predictable you are?"

"How funny, Parkinson, I was actually laughing about how predictable you are."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You just showed me how jealous you are that I am paying attention to another girl."

Pansy scoffed, "I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous of Hannah Abbott of all people?"

"Because she has me."

"So you admit to being a woman's property?"

He glared at her, but he walked up to her as he did so and leaned against the shelf she was stacking wands on. His face was so close to hers that Pansy had to catch her breath, "I'm no ones property," he said, "Just like you."

And before she could even reply, he strode to the back of the shop to get to work.

Pansy felt bitter all morning, and she wasn't sure why, until Zacharias walked thru the door.

"How was your date last night with Abbott?" Pansy asked dryly.

She swore she could hear Zacharias grin as he slipped off his cloak and hung it up to dry.

"It was pretty lame, actually. If I am going to be quite honest."

This made Pansy turn around and perk up her brow, "Oh?"

She tried hard not to act interested, but she was. She was listening to every word he said intently as he replied.

"Yeah, all she could do the whole time was cry about her recent breakup with Neville and how she wanted him back, so I spent the time giving her advice on how to win him over."

"You told your date how to pick up another guy? You really are a Hufflepuff," Pansy said sarcastically.

"I'm really not as bad as you think-"

Pansy grunted.

Zacharias then walked in front of her so she was forced to look him in the eyes, "Look, I am going to take my own advice I gave Hannah here. I fancy you, Parkinson. You're a bitch, but I'm kind of a dick. So it works out, and you clearly fancy me with how jealous you were getting about Hannah."

"I do not-" But before Pansy could continue, Zacharias' lips were on her own. He pulled away as quickly as he had done it and his cheeks were bright red.

"I'm-I'm sorry," he sputtered, losing his composure, "I don't know where that came from."

It was Pansy's turn to give him a devilish grin, and after she did so, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in once again.

The wildest things always seemed to happen in the midst of chaos.

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gr-ogu · 6 years

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if you're still writing fics, can you write something with "You have to let me see him". I love your writing!

Of course I can, lovely anon!!!! :’) Thank you so much forthe prompt and I hope you enjoy this!!!!!

a hogwarts au, because I am a basic bitch, and we all knewthis was coming, didn’t we?

…

Aaron’s been standing outside the Slytherin common room forhalf an hour, and quite frankly, he’s cold, he’s tired, and he’s fucking sickof arguing with this portrait.

“You are not the house of Slytherin, and thus you may notenter,” Salazar Slytherin says for the umpteenth time, and if Aaron could jumpin there and strangle him, he would, “Now, be off with you, foul boy!”

“Oh shut up, will ya? I’ve been in there loads of times, noneed to pretend like it’s some big secret.”

“I beg your pardon young man!” The portrait shouts,scandalised. “You most certainly have not! No outsider has entered the dungeonfor more than eight centuries—″

“Well that’s a load of bollocks,” Aaron says, mouthdown turned in a mocking smile, “Our Saviour and our King did just that, back intheir day. It’s in Hogwarts: A History, so you can pipe down mate.”

Not that Aaron’s ever bothered to open his History of Magictextbook, but everyone knows about the Golden Trio and their adventures. He’s aGryffindor, how can he not? It’s practically his legacy.

“That is simply not true, I renounce the notion!” The portraithuffs, and Aaron just doesn’t have time for this

“Just let me in will ya? There’s someone I need to see andyou’re makin’ this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Certainly not,” Salazar says again, and doesn’t deign tospeak to Aaron any longer.

Aaron huffs, annoyed. It’s true, he’s seen the inside ofthat common room thousands of times. He’s Disillusioned himself and followedother Slytherins in, followed Robert in, but Robert never would tell him thepassword.

It’s stupid, Aaron thinks. Why did it matter if he knew thepassword or not? They were meant to be secret boyfriends, so it’s not likeAaron was going to mention it to anyone.

He can see the green-tinged walls in his mind’s eye; seethe black and dark green sofas, the dark wood cupboards. The total opposite ofthe warm and inviting Gryffindor common room, in Aaron’s opinion.

That’s what Robert could be sometimes—cold and uninviting.But only when he was mad at Aaron, like now.

“Merlin’s right testicle,” Aaron curses and pinches thebridge of his nose with his left hand. “If you’re not gonna let me in, I’m justgonna have to force ya.”

“I say! Young man—”

He’s got his wand in his right hand when the portrait dooropens, and Priya steps out. She’s a Slytherin too, one of Robert’s best mates,their year. Brilliant.

“Can you stop making a racket and threatening ourportrait?” She asks sternly, both hand on her hips. She’s one of those girlswho pins her robes back with magic so they suit her frame better, and eventhough Aaron doesn’t go for girls, he can still admit she’s attractive. She’sclever too. Aaron likes her. “Robert says he doesn’t want to see you. So goaway.”

“No!” Aaron answers defiantly, still brandishing his wand.He might like her, but he likes Robert more. “I want to see him now, and you’regonna let me in.”

“In your dreams,” she scoffs, “What have you two fallen outabout this time?”

“Qudditch,” he replies automatically, and Priya rolls hereyes as if she’s expecting it.

It’s their go-to lie, whenever they’ve fallen out. They’refriends, everyone knows they are, even if some people don’t like it. That makesit easy to hang around together, to joke, to laugh, to argue. Easier to hidethe truth.

They’re both on their house Quidditch teams, Robertslightly more reluctant than Aaron, but he’s got the build for it, and Aaronadmires that build everyday. Aaron’s a beater, revelling in the thrill of theaggression; Robert’s a chaser, all agility and quick thinking.

Aaron keeps Robert chasing him, too.

Most of the timeanyway.

It’s easy to say they’ve fallen out over it, they’recompetitive at the best of times, both wanting to get one over on the other,especially when secret sexual favours are riding on it.

The ‘secret’ aspect of their relationship is down toRobert. He’s still coming to terms with his bisexuality, and Aaron can respectthat. God knows how long it took him to accept that he was gay. Robert is alsofrom a Pure blood family, who expect heirs from their children, putting acertain amount of pressure on Robert as the eldest son.

“Andy can live his life to make babies for all I care,”Robert had said, “There’s more to life than blood purity.”

Sexuality isn’t that big of a deal in the Wizarding World,and Aaron’s grateful. Coming out had been the easy part, his half-blood Mumaccepting him completely. It was him accepting himself, that had been the hardbit.

Pure bloods though, they still try to pretend onlyheterosexuality exists in their family lines. Aaron rolls his eyes at thethought. So stupid.

“Look,” Priya says. Her resolve is softening and she’strying to be kind, Aaron can tell. “Why don’t you speak tomorrow, when thingsare less heated? I don’t know what you’ve said to him, but he’s pretty riledup.”

Aaron bites his lip in guilt.

Their argument had really focused on the fact that Aaronhad wanted to tell Adam about his relationship. Adam keeps trying to set him upwith blokes, and Aaron’s finding it hard to keep rebuffing Adam’s attempts tohelp his best mate pull. Aaron aches to just tell his friend the truth, butRobert had been dead set against it.

“You can’t tell him!” Robert had sighed, pacing up and downnext to Aaron’s bed in Gryffindor tower. Everyone else was at dinner, notexpected to come back for a while, so they were safe. People probably wouldn’tthink much if they caught them up there anyway, not knowing about Robert’ssexuality. “He’s the biggest blabbermouth in our year! Half the school will knowby tomorrow!”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Aaron had rolled hiseyes, playing with his quilt, “He’s never told anyone about you Bat-Bogeyhexing ChrissieWhite, and you would have got in loads of trouble for that.”

Robert’s silent for a beat. It’s true—Adam hadn’t let himdown there. “He’ll tell Vic, I’m not ready for her to know yet.”

Adam’s dating Robert’s younger sister. She’s a fifthyear, one year below them, and there’d been some hostility when that had comeout, but they all got on well enough now.

Aaron thought Robert secretly liked having an inter-housefriendship group. It made him feel cool. Adam and him were Gryffindor,Robert and Priya in Slytherin. Adam’s siblings Matty and Pete, they were inHufflepuff with Vic. Adam’s other brother Finn was their Ravenclaw, butsometimes he could barely even look at them, never wanting to be involved intheir ridiculous antics. Or so he always said, before joining them in figuring out hownot to get caught.

“I just—I’m not ready yet Aaron, alright?” Robert hadsighed, “Even one person knowing, that terrifies me.”

It hadn’t been alright with Aaron though, not at the time.Their chat had delved into a screaming row, where Aaron couldn’t understand howtelling one person would change anything. Robert had stormed out, not breakingup with him, but it was a close thing.

When Aaron had calmed down, he’d felt extremely guilty. Itwasn’t fair to push Robert, even if Adam was his best mate. He’d rather keep ita secret than lose his boyfriend completely.

“I need to see him now,” Aaron says in the present, “I need to tell him I’m sorry.”

“I’ll pass on the message,” she smiles tightly and moves toshut the common room door, but Aaron’s desperate.

“You have to let me see him!“ He cries, and thensuddenly Robert’s there, shouldering past Priya, all eye rolls and soft greyjumper. Aaron’s favourite.

“Thanks for trying Priya,” Robert says to her and shesmiles, “I’ll take it from here.”

She nods and disappears back into the common room, givingthem one last curious look before she goes.

“C’mon,” Robert says tightly, “Not here.”

He grabs Aaron’s wrist, but he doesn’t have to. Aaronfollows him away from the listening ears and eyes of Salazar and down into an alcovetucked a few corridors away. Aaron knows it well—they’ve snogged in here many atime.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” Robert hissesimmediately, but Aaron’s expecting it. “Talk about makin’ it obvious!”

“I didn’t know how else to see you,” there’s a sadness inhis voice and he can see the fight deflate out of Robert in one big exhale.

“Couldn’t you have just owled like a normal person?”

“No,” Aaron says anxiously, “I needed to see ya. Tell yaI’m sorry in person. I’m so sorry Robert—telling Adam isn’t worth losin’ you.”

Aaron’s not usually so open with his emotions, he evenrecognises that in himself. The admission causes Robert’s eyes to widen slightly.

“I’m sorry too,” Robert sighs, taking both of Aaron’s handsin his. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that. It’s not weird to want to tellyour friends about your relationship. And I do, believe me I do… It’s just—“

“I get it, Robert,” Aaron cuts him off, not wanting tocause Robert anymore sadness, “There’s a lot at stake. I get it. It’s just youand me, we don’t need anyone else, got it?”

“Yeah,” Robert’s smile is brilliant and Aaron knows it’sone of relief. He can leave the situation alone if it means Robert smiles athim like that. “So, kiss and make up?”

“Shut up, you,” Aaron says affectionately, and they doexactly that.

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