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Generally, Aradir didn't like humans. They meddled in things they didn't understand and were usually not very clever.

There were exceptions, of course, which was why Aradir was here, hiding from the Queen of Yovain who wanted to kill him. He didn't really blame her, but he also didn't want to be in her dungeons again. His thigh was still a little sore and no amount of healing magic made the brand go away.

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Every morning, Pansy took her tea while standing on the balcony of her flat above Pensèe, her Diagon Alley robes shoppe. Witnessing the streets come to life not only brought her calm, watching the passing witches also helped her keep updated on everyday trends and fashion.

Pansy had performed this morning ritual since re-entering the Wizarding world eight months prior and she’d done it so consistently that she now recognized schedules and people who passed. Each seemed so busy with their lives below that none glanced upwards to discover her. 

Except, one day, today, someone stopped and looked up.

Pansy startled and began to lift a hand in greeting but her movement halted midway. She let out a soft gasp, realizing she knew the wizard with the disastrously mussed hair and the round spectacles that caught the morning light. Her heart skipped a beat. They hadn’t spoken since she’d offered him up to Voldemort on that last day that irrefutably changed her world.  

And when she’d returned, it seemed as if he was everywhere, on every magazine, in ever paper- but yet no where. Pansy had often wondered when she’d see him in person again. 

And now, he stood just below her balcony and he’d paused long enough to notice her.

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Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Pansy was due home at any moment, and he had transformed his Surrey home into a sea of pink and red. He had already locked Fuzzyface in the laundry with a pair of shoes that he had bought specifically for keeping him entertained. It was their first Valentine's day, and although he wasn't sure exactly where the two of them stood, he was intent on making the occasion as perfect as possible. He heard her keys in the door...

She was balancing a bag of groceries and carrying a bottle of bubbly, humming to herself as she managed opening the door one-handed. Living her best muggle life in a.... um... whatever they were now... on Valentine’s Day was a completely new experience for Pansy. She was approaching it warily, but whole-heartedly, if that made any bit of sense at all. 

Come to think of it, she’d pretty much thrown good sense to the wind since spotting Potter on the sidewalk in front of her shop all those weeks ago.

Usually on this day of pink hearts and roses she was shooting dark curses at a wall covered with old beau’s faces, drinking herself silly with some Ogden’s. She didn’t know of Potter would be home, but she was excited to try her hand at making a dessert. She looked into the flat, expecting to see what she’d left the place looking like earlier that morning only to find a smile forming at the sight of a plethora of pink and red. She craned her head this way and that, trying unsuccessfully to hide her utter delight.

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Pansy floo’d home to find Potter and Fuzzyface completely absorbed in the building of yet another cat tree. She often wondered if Potter did much anything else during the day while she was gone.

Shaking her head, she bent down and gathered up the pile of owls on the breakfast table and kicked off her heels. Wandering into the living room, she rifled through the envelopes, flopping onto the overstuffed sofa. 

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“Is that my shirt?"

Pansy, clad only in her warm socks, knickers, and a too big Gryffindor Quidditch jersey turned wide eyed at the man posing the question. She looked down at herself and then back up at him.

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Harry didn’t have enough time to regain the air that had been pushed out of him when Pansy had pushed him back against the wall of her shoppe before she had pushed her lips against his.

She tasted of tea, and lavender, and magic.

The wizard put his hands on her shoulders with the intention of pushing her back, away. What is she doing? But instead of pushing, his fingers curled around her shoulders and his own lips responded…

“Wait,” he said, breathless. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”

“If you don’t know, then obviously, Potter, you need this more than I do.”

Her lips tingled with the spark of unexpected magic her breath-stealing kiss had conjured at his response. Pleased by his reaction, but still unsatisfied, Pansy smirked up at him, her leg running up alongside his as she rubbed her petite but curvaceous body against the hard planes of his. 

She’d been thinking about him all day. After all, her till was filled with the galleons his little unexpected morning visit had garnered. She had to thank him for her knew wealth, shouldn’t she? Isn’t that what was expected of her? 

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The fae king was running a shop of plants for his niece, he didn’t have much to do most of the time so it was a way to keep himself busy. Currently he was tending to some of the plants generally used for healing. He sighed cracking his neck, his long black hair covering the right half of his face as the rest draped over his back.