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Draco was so happy eating his pie in the least attractive way possible when all of a sudden there was cream on his nose. He looked down at it, slightly cross-eyed as he did so, and wiped it off with a finger. "I do, how odd." He gave her a look and ate that bit of cream, not letting any go to waste. He eyed her out the corner of his eye and waited, biding his time to get her back. And debating whether it was worth it right now, because the pie really was too good to waste.

Pansy moved a bit farther, just in case. His calm reaction made her wary of what he was plotting in his head, and she'd almost bet money she wouldn't get out of this unscathed. "You're just such a messy eater, thank goodness we aren't eating with mum and dad. I mean, daddy can't see you with mess on your nose, you'll never be allowed back here again, and that would be a true tragedy." Pansy nodded solemnly, taking another couple bites of her pie once she was done happily rambling.

She wouldn't get out of it unscathed except Draco is worried that if he did tackle her to the ground and smear chocolate on her it would be the exact moment Leo would walk back in. Because that's Draco's luck. So she's safe for now. He shot her a look when she said what a messy eater he was, "Oh yes, I'm most definitely not presentable at all. You should really just keep me locked away."

It is Draco's luck. So lucky Pansy is safe. For now. Hooray. "Good idea." She sat her plate down, going over to take his from his hands. "Here, here, just for a second." She laughed and took it from him, sitting it down as she pulled her wand out and flicked it at him. "You said I should keep you locked away, right?" With a grin, she sent a rope charm around his hands, and then went back over to where her plate was sitting, enjoying the rest of her pie.

Draco tugged at the plate as she tried to take it away but let her when she said it was just for a moment. When she cast the spell and put his plate down next to him he stared at her with wide eyes. "Pansy!" He looked back at the ropes and wriggled his wrists. "Seriously Pans?" He looked back at her then smirked, walking over on his knees to where she was sitting and batting her hands away, dropping his head into her lap, "Fine, if I don't have hands then you'll just have to feed me, Mistress Pansy."

Pansy smirked at him. "Seriously, Draco." Her smirk fell when she noticed his own, watching him come over to her on his knees. She sat her pie down, afraid it might get knocked out of her hands on accident. She reached out to grab his hands and push him back, but he knocked them out of the way and opted instead to put his hand in her lap and look up at her. "I am not feeding you, Draco." She smiled, running her fingers through his hair, sweeping it across his forehead and dragging her nails along his scalp.

Draco pouted up at her, trying not to groan as she raked her fingernails over his scalp. "Please Pans, it's the least you can do, after all it's your fault I can't enjoy the delicious chocolate." Of course Draco has a preferred way for Pansy to feed him but that doesn't seem likely any time soon. Sad really because the combination of Pansy and chocolate is one of his all time favourites, the others are Pansy and then Pansy and anything else. Oh and bacon of course, though not with Pansy. That would be odd.

Pansy smirked down at him, though his pout was nearly too cute to ignore. She kept dragging her fingers through his hair for a moment, but then she stopped. "I suppose I could be nice, since you can't eat properly and you're so messy and I've got your hands tied anyway." She laughed and reached over, picking up a bit of her pie that had fallen away from the rest. She held it up to his mouth and dropped it into his mouth when he opened it, her fingertips lingering on his lips afterward, a bit of chocolate still smudged on them.

Draco smiled victoriously when she said she would do it and opened his mouth as she brought the pie closer. When her fingers trailed over his lips he slipped his tongue out to like the chocolate off, careful to get every bit of her fingers clean. As she pulled them away he smirked at her, his tongue darting out to get that last bit of chocolate off his lips. "Can't have you being all messy too now can we?"

"Of course not," she laughed, moving her hand away from his mouth. "Still hungry? Silly question..." She reached for the pie again, this time just getting some of the chocolate and the cream on her finger. Holding it just out of reach of his lips, she smiled at him, waiting for him to either lean up for it or figure out some other way to get her to give it to him. "You know, I don't know why I'm giving you my pie, when your destroyed pie is still sitting over there, perfectly edible as well." The hand that wasn't currently coated in chocolate and cream was back in his hair, playing with the still-short but growing out again white-blonde strands.

Draco raised an eyebrow when she asked if he was still hungry and smirked when she corrected herself and reached for more pie. As her finger hovered over his mouth he licked his lips, watching the cream and chocolate and debating the best way to get it. When she spoke he looked at her and smirked, "Because you tied me up and that pie is just out of reach while yours is sitting here just begging to be eaten." He lifted his body just a little, thinking that if he got chocolate cream every time he did a sit up life would be better, and carefully licked the cream from her finger, his nose nudging her palm a little when he was done. "And it's much more fun to eat pie this way."

Pansy laughed at him, her hand resting on his chest once he'd gotten the pie off her finger. "Yeah, well. You're not getting any more of mine. It is precious stuff, and I'm not so keen on sharing more of it." She continued playing with his hair, pushing it all one way and then the other, running her nails back along his head, down the sides above his ears. "You and Max both have a thing for being petted. Though I suppose you tend to smell better. Maybe."

Draco pouted when she said he wasn't getting any more of her pie and then pulled a face at her, "Of course I smell better than Max. And if you aren't going to feed me your pie then can you at least feed me mine? Or untie me so I can get to it." He wanted his pie really badly but he didn't want her to stop petting his hair. His only hope was to get free, get the pie then somehow persuade her to continue the hair petting, after all she hadn't done this in far too long.

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, picking up her wand and slicing the ropes. "You obviously haven't smelled yourself after a good Quidditch practice, then." She stopped playing with his hair so that he could go get his pie, shifting a little so his head fell out of her lap and she could pick up her pie again to eat the rest of it.

Draco flexed his wrists and shot her a sour look, grabbing his own pie and sitting next to her again, leaning against her and on one arm, propping it behind her. "Sorry if my manly scent irks you." He grinned and it didn't take him all that long to finish up the last bites of his own pie. Putting the plate to one side he kept hold of the fork and slowly moved it in the direction of her plate.

"Oh yes, you being a man is so annoying. I should just go date Daphne instead. Maybe I won't notice too much of a difference. She has soft hair too." Pansy turned around so that her back was to him, protecting her pie from his advancing fork. Ignoring him, she quickly finished her pie - her piece had been smaller than Draco's of course - and she put her plate aside.

Draco brushed her hair to one side and put his head on her shoulder, peering over and looking at her pie, "You and Dee together would be terrifying." When she put the empty plate to one side he put his fork down and wrapped his arms around her, smelling her hair, "You smell lovely, much better than Max."

Pansy grinned as he moved her hair. "We would be too hot to handle, I think you mean." She laughed when he buried his face in her hair, turning around a little. "I should hope I smell better than Max. One of us needs to. Though you probably smell alright now." She playfully rolled her eyes at him, as if he maybe smelled not so good, though she could smell him from here. Not any scent he wore or anything, just his soap and whatever it was that was the essence of Draco, that familiar scent of his skin or his hair or just... him.

Draco laughed with her, "So you can be the pretty smelling one and I'll be the good looking one, one of us needs to be after all." He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his arms tightening around her in a backwards hug. It was nice just sitting around cuddling her again, not pushing things after this weekend but just glad that they were hugging and cuddling again. He had to admit that when they had been apart he had missed just lying with her on the couch more than he had missed the snogging.

"Oh good!" Pansy said, as if she was truly excited and pleased. "I'm glad that your handsomeness can make up for how dreadfully ugly I am. And here I was worried you would notice that I was less than appealing." Her voice was light, but said as if she truly believed what she was saying. "What would I do without you? Ugly girls can't have friends you know. Or get married, or do well in school, or much of anything. You're my only hope."

Draco pressed his face into her shoulder and laughed, "Well then maybe you should be ugly, if it would stop you marrying. Unfortunately you're gorgeous and smart and funny and perfectly marriable. It's really such a shame. Why do you have to be so perfect?" He realized that Leo walking in while he was all snuggled up to Pansy with his face in her neck was probably a bad thing but right now he was too comfy to care.

"You're a rotten liar." Pansy turned around to face him, lifting an eyebrow as she gave him a somewhat judging look. She poked him in the chest so he'd sit up instead of still leaning over on her. "And even if I were unmarryable, that would give us even less of a chance. So no thank you. I will not be stuck lonely forever, curse my luscious locks and nice face and kissable lips." She laughed and rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head.

Draco sat up and ran a hand down the side of her face, "But if you were unmarriable I would never have to see you with anyone else." His fingers traced along her jaw and his thumb brushed over her lips, he wanted to speak again, tell her just how stunning she really was, but he didn't want to sound sappy or stupid, or say too much. Instead he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, right below her eye.

Pansy pouted at him as he ran his hand down her cheek, closing her eyes when he kissed her cheek. She looked back up at him when he leaned back again. "But then I'd be miserable forever. Watching you with somebody else while I'm all alone." Her gaze fell to the floor between them. Part of her wondered if that was how it would be anyway. If she couldn't have him, then there was really no one she wanted to be with. She was running away anyway, skipping out on whoever her parents picked for her, essentially leaving to be alone. It would be like that, at least for a while, Draco with someone else, and herself left alone, just Pansy.

Draco gave her a smile and twirled her hair into one giant curl, "But Kitten I thought we figured this out? I was going to lock the wife in the basement and you and I would be perfectly happy with the rest of the house." He winked and then moved back when he heard the door opening, putting a little space between them as Leo opened the door.