It's a Saturday night, and maybe Draco is drunk.
How would he know, it has been hours since he arrived at Theodore's drawing room, they have been trashing the place for two months now every Saturday night for a Slytherin meet up.
It started with just a few of them, until everyone started bringing another Slytherin friend, and now, Theodore's manor has become the unofficial club for Slytherins.
Theo always wanted to open his own bar, and he has been making steps to turn that into a reality, for now, it's the manor. The center of the room is free of any furniture, and half of the attendees are gathered there, dancing and drinking.
“You've done it Theo! You completely ruined the manor. Your father is probably rolling over his grave seeing this,” Blaise aid raising a glass for Theo.
They clicked their glasses and drinked some more, settling into more business related conversations, afterall, their estate affairs fall in their hands now.
Pansy, who was emerging from the dancefloor, reached their corner and immediately slumped at Draco's side, she was definitely wasted, “Merlin and Morgana, You are wasted witch,” Draco said, grabbing Pansy's waist.
“This is very unbecoming for the future Lady Parkinson,” he teased, forcing Pansy to stand up.
“Oh shut it Draco, everyone in our house knows I have a huge crush on you, I'm not ruining my image by throwing myself all over you.”
Blaise and Theo grinned, clinked their glasses but did not comment, Draco was stunned to speak, “Wait,— what did you say Pansy? You had a crush on me?”
“Oh I still have.” The witch says reaching out for her glass that Theo just filled up for more, but Draco snached her wrist, “No, I need you to sober up for this conversation and you're coming with me.”
“About time you talk about it, the sexual tension is killing me,” Theo said, waving a hand at Draco, “Third room upstairs, you can apparate.”
And Draco did, taking the drunk Pansy with him.
Alone at the guest bedroom yet still the thumping and echoes of the party downstairs is felt though the room, “I wasn't done partying, why did you take me home?” Pansy said laying in the bed, clearly too drunk to realize this is not her own room.
Draco then realized, maybe what she said was just out of being drunk, maybe she didn't mean it after all, but its been years and he is tired of dancing around their relationship or the lack of it.
“Alright, Pans, drink this for me please,” Draco said, lifting a vial of sobering potion to her lips, he usually carried it around during Slytherin night, along with other potions for hangover and headache.
“Ohhh, another shot, I like that," she then took it all in one go, emptying the vial and dropping it to the floor to crash, Draco easily cleaned it off with a wave of his wand.
He waited for a few minutes, pacing around the room, facing the huge window pane sipping a glass of whiskey he conjured to appear.
“Draco? What are we doing here? Did I get too drunk again? Sorry~” Pansy says sweetly, afterall it did happen before, she was too wasted to even stand up, they had to force her to take the potions, to sober up.
“No, but we need to talk, Pans,” He said, lightly seated at the edge of the window pane, so he could face her, who is now comfortably sitting at the bed. She's even pulling the sheets and pillows to her side. Seeing her too comfortable in someone else's bed is not helping Dracos patience.
"Do you remember what you said to me downstairs?” He asked, Knowing the witch would remember, Pansy was always good at remembering what she did while drunk and he watched as realization dawned on her face.
“Uhm, ah sorry Draco, I didn't mean to shamelessly throw myself at you, did you uhm bring a date tonight? I can talk to her, tell her we're just friends and all,” She said now playing with her wand, not even looking at him.
“Try again, Pansy." He said sipping on his drink.
“I— well,” she sighed, “Yes, sorry, that's true, what I said i mean, everyone knows but you, I swear the whole Slytherin house probably guessed it at some point but you, I don't know why you can't see it,” She rambles, finally looking at him, “How can you not know? I was practically raised to be your bride but after the war, they told me that arranged marriage, particularly within our ranks, is prohibited, and I had to watch you date literally everyone but me!”
She was breathing hard, her hands now raking her hair off her face, closing her eyes, she continued, “Its infuriating Draco, being seen as your friend, as someone who could be so close to you but not too close to kiss or I don't know even thinking about that feels inappropriate! And don't get me started with—”
Pansy gasped, but welcomed Draco's lips in hers, she felt every bit of their magic combine and bubble from her stomach throughout her body, it was amazing, to finally confess, out with the feelings she was holding back.
This was not their first kiss, of course not. But this was slow, feels like longing, her hands slip through his soft hair, her body moved closer to him, and he did reach out for her waist, pulling her to him as their kiss transition to hot and heavy, making up for every bit of time they have wasted.
“Pansy…” Draco leaned his forehead to hers, lips inches apart as they catch their breaths, “Sorry it took me so long, but I did like you too back in Hogwarts too, I was just stupid, maybe I still am, but will you accept me?”
“You are stupid, yes, but mine,” Pansy sealed that moment with a kiss.