Title: Celebrating
Author: scarletladyy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Pansy Parkinson
Rating: 12
Warnings: Drunk people, small catfight
Word count: 553
Summary: Pansy is out with her friends, celebrating the downfall of Voldemort.
Author's notes: Characters are not mine.

They had gone out to celebrate the release from Voldemort's clutches, and had ended up bar crawling most of the muggle bars in London, just out of spite.

Pansy had downed drinks she didn't even know the name of, but the girl, now woman, had a high tolerance after the years she had spent drinking with her friends and was, alas, only just tipsy after several drinks.

Draco was on the dance floor, dancing with what looked like Harry Potter, but she knew it must be her eyes failing her. Maybe she had had too much to drink. Pansy blinked and opened her eyes again; there was nobody next to Draco, he was dancing solo like a drunk man does. When they had entered, the floor was packed, but after five minutes of Draco attempting to dance with everyone, they had all scattered around the edges to watch him.

Pansy giggled, she loved watch Draco make a fool of himself; it was one of her favourite pastimes.

“Pans,” someone gently touched her arm and she turned around to see who it was. “Are you alright?”

It was Blaise, another of her best friends, and he had silly shoes on, or at least, that's what Pansy thought. She spent a while staring at them and ended up in a hysterical giggling fit. Of course, laughter was infectious and Blaise was no stranger to alcohol either, so they were both stood at the bar laughing like nutters.

“Join me, Pans!” yelled Draco over the music, and after tossing her drink behind her (hearing only a clash and an 'ow'), she mused over, trying a little shimmy on the way there. “Gosh, your a poor dancer!”

“Says the one who cleared the dance floor,” giggled Pansy, grinding her groin into Draco's.

“I think we'd better be getting back,” sighed Daphne; she had joined them, but she hated drinking so had spent most of the evening in the corner of each of the bars, sulking.

“Not yet!” Pansy yelled in Daphne's ear, and she screamed and clutched at it.

Daphne hated being around Pansy when she was drunk, and slapped her around the face. “Watch what you're doing!” she said in her most uptight voice.

“I won't let anyone treat me like that!” spat Pansy, lunging towards Daphne and grabbing a handful of her hair.

Throughout the years, Pansy had had her fair share of drunken catfights and knew all the tricks. She elbowed Daphne in the ribs, giving her chance to throw her into the bar.

Pansy gained her breath back and looked around to see where her target had gone, but Daphne was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” screamed Pansy, red in the face and digging her finger's in Draco's arm.

“Hey!” he slurred, trying to get her nails to stop digging in so sharply.

At hearing Draco speak, Pansy turned around, forgetting what she was doing before and planted a big kiss on his lips, but he wasn't steady and the two fell over, giggling, sprawled across the empty dance floor.

“Hut, hum,” coughed a large man in a suit who they recognised as the clubs bouncer. “Out!” he glared at them, but they could do nothing but laugh even louder, as though nothing else mattered, and to them, it didn't anymore.