Wisely Too Fair
"Hey, Pansy," Neville said, joining her in the corner she'd tucked herself into.
She frowned. "How did you know it was me?"
"I recognized your eyes. Besides, you hardly bothered to glamor yourself. Bold choice, considering you snuck into an Order party."
"I'm too fair to alter," she explained. "As long as you are identifying people, did you happen to spot your girlfriend over there flirting with my boyfriend?"
Neville's eyes followed Pansy's line of sight. Hermione was giggling, her hand on the shoulder of a man who was clearly Draco, just with darker blond hair and a scruffy beard. "So she is."
"You don't seem bothered," she noted.
Neville raised a brow. "I'm more interested in talking to you."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Sure you are."
He turned, bringing his body close. His eyes slid down her body. Her tight white gown was covered in sparkling gems, the bodice hugging her, pressing up her breasts, and showing off her tiny waist and full hips. "You doubt my interest?"
She huffed, but her cheeks were flushed. "Everyone wants Granger and her golden snatch."
He leaned against the wall, crossing his feet, the toe of one Dragonhide boot resting on the stone floor. "I'll just have to convince you some other way."
"Leave me be. Go yell at Draco for his impertinence. Or better yet, hit him. I'd love to see that." She smiled gleefully, the first smile of hers he'd seen in a very long time.
He chuckled. "That would be fun, but I can think of other more… entertaining activities we could do."
She barreled on, ignoring Neville's words. "Do you know he tried to pass this off as a mission? As if this flimsy plan would be something the Dark Lord would devise? I knew right away what his real aims were." Her eyes bore Draco and Hermione as if she could Avada them by force of will.
Neville placed one finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at him. He finally had her focus. Her pupils were blown wide, her breathing fast. "Defect. Leave that prat and your worship of the 'Dark Lord' behind. And if you still like being on your knees for someone, well, that can be arranged.