RP: Am I really going to start this?
Date: 9 March 2006 Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter Location: 212 Cicero Lane, Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: Hexing if Pansy calls him Baby Bear Summary: Harry's feeling better and goes to talk with Pansy.
Harry was nervous, and that boggled his mind. He was finally feeling better though still weak. His spots were gone, and the itchyness. Thank Merlin the itchyness was gone. Thursday his headache had finally begun to lighten and by Saturday it was gone. He still ached a little but figured that was also partially from just being in bed all week. Last night he had managed to move himself back into his bedroom, though Pansy hadn't seemed too fond of that idea. She also hadn't liked it when he insisted she sleep in his own bed after their talk Wednesday. Luckily telling her his head hurt and the arguing made it worse eventually made it so he got his way.
After talking with her though and then thinking about it he knew it was worthless to try and say he didn't care about her, he did. He had just been in denial about it, hell part of him was still trying to be. He was secretive as hell and he felt like that might push Pansy away, or who knew what else could. He was terrified if something happened she would push him out of Polly's life.
Although he was Polly's godfather and one of her guardians if something happened to Pansy so he doubted that would happen. Though the thought of something happening to Pansy made his chest tighten. That alone clued him in that he felt something for her.
Deciding that the only thing to do was to go talk to her again, he knew how he felt now afterall. Harry got up and slipped on the jumper she had gotten him for Christmas over his jeans. He thought her seeing him in that would help his case a bit.
Merlin only knew what he'd tell Ron and Hermione about this though. It was a bit strange though to realize he didn't realy care if they objected. She cared about him, cared enough to play bedside nurse for a week when he was too ill to take care of himself, cared enough to stay with him even though she had had to send her daughter away incase he got her ill, and he knew how much that had hurt both of them.
Calling Hilly he asked where Pansy was and she informed him that Mistress Pansy was in the sitting room outside his room. Chuckling softly Harry couldn't help but smile though, apparently Pansy wasn't completely believing he was feeling better, if a bit weak. He knew that mostly came from the enforced bed rest though at this point. Opening his door Harry walked over to the sitting room and joined Pansy on the sofa.
"Heard from Pomfrey yet?" He asked her. She had owled Pomfrey last night saying that Harry's spots were gone and he seemed much better and asking if it was safe to bring Polly back.