a title for the summary thing: "shut up kiss me"
title: shut up, kiss me
pairing: percy weasley x pansy parkinson
Percy never intends to start sleeping with an undergrad.
A freshman.
He’s twenty-three years old. He scored a 174 on his LSAT, and he interned for the same firm that the Legally Blonde producers used for script consults, and he’s roughly four and a half semesters away from fulfilling a childhood dream that had seemed so impenetrably, infuriatingly impossible for so, so long. He doesn’t have room in his life for mistakes.
For accidents.
Pansy Parkinson is most certainly an accident–and not even a particularly good one, as far as Percy’s concerned. She’s vapid and clingy and manipulative and all he remembers about the night they first met is her passing him two double shots of off-brand cherry vodka and then explicitly outlining her ten-year plan to be the first contestant to ever win two consecutive seasons of The Bachelor. But she kisses like she doesn’t do everything else, softly, tentatively–almost sweetly, honestly, and Percy suspects that duality is why he continues inviting her over. He’s always had a weakness for the unexpected, for the jump-scares, even if he’d rather gouge his own eyes out with the nib of his fountain pen than admit to it.
He doesn’t like her, though.
Not really.
And then she disappears.
Not literally, of course. She’s still on campus, still around, still taking up too much table space in the lower library and giggling too loudly with her friends in the cavernous lobby of Percy’s building, but–she’s screening his calls and ignoring his texts and quite obviously avoiding his gaze when he catches himself staring at her on his way in and out of the elevator. Any elevator. He doesn’t realize he’s angry about it until four weeks have gone by, and she’s knocking on his door again.
“What?” he snaps, a little too viciously.
Pansy winces, and then swallows, and then licks her lips, and then–she looks young, suddenly. “Um.”
“What?” he repeats, in a drastically different tone of voice.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out, and Percy kind of can’t believe he doesn’t faint.
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