Title: Pushing Limits
Pairing: Blaise/Pansy
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word Count: 1164
Summary: Pansy is carefully pushing Blaise's limits. There's only so much he can take.
Author's Note: Written for the Pansy Snapshot challenge.

“What do you think of these jewels, love?” Pansy casually asked Blaise; she had shown him so many already, but he was required to be there as the jeweller only came to their manor once a week and she valued her husband's opinion.

“I'm sorry, Pans,” he sighed as she looked up from a pink necklace. “They all look the same to me.”

Pansy tutted. “Men.”

“I said i'd meet Draco today, do you mind?” he asked sheepishly.

“Ugh, Draco,” Pansy spat. “But don't you want to spend your only day off with your wife?” she stood up and put her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“Not if it means staring at jewellery all day,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” Pansy asked.

“Oh, nothing. Fine, i'll send him an owl to say I can't make it.”

Pansy smiled up at him. “Thanks, love,” she squeezed him tightly and went back to looking at the selection.

Blaise sighed, but went to write his owl. He did love his wife, but Draco had been right, she was quite controlling and clingy and it took a lot for Blaise to get out of her clutches.

 

Pansy, of course, didn't work. She was a kept woman, as most pureblood wives were, and had plenty of house elves to take care of the manor. She had high society meetings every few days, with wives coming to her place or she going to theirs.

Pansy adored her life and was thankful that even though she hadn't married Draco, she was still considered the 'top dog', as it were, in her society circles. She and the other wives snubbed Draco's wife, not allowing her at their meetings and shaming her.

Draco and Pansy had been inseparable as children and teenagers, but the day before their wedding he backed out, stating he loved someone else. Someone else named Astoria Greengrass.

Furious was the only thing Pansy could describe how she felt, and it took her quite a while to rebuild her life again and get together with Blaise, a friend of hers from school. He had always loved Pansy and was more than happy to help her in her time of need, even though he still remained friends with Draco to this day.

Blaise worked for the Ministry, in the Magical Law Enforcement department, and he was rapidly working his way up. He only had one day off a week, which Pansy cherished to spend time with him, and the rest of the time he was at the Ministry.

Appearance wise, Pansy hadn't changed too much. She had grown her hair down to her shoulders and lost the puppy fat of her youth; she was a lovely, young lady and was often featured in Witch Weekly and other magazines. Rita Skeeter loved the latest scoop and Pansy was only too happy to give it to her if it meant getting her picture in the paper.

As for her husband, yes, Pansy did love him. Quite a lot, actually, but she had trouble showing it and could be quite harsh and cold sometimes, maybe even cruel. Draco had always told her she was possessive, clingy and controlling, but Pansy just thought it made good sense to keep an eye on your husband.

 

“Pans,” Blaise came back from owling Draco. “I completely forgot, we're having dinner with the Malfoys tonight.”

Pansy groaned. “What, tonight? It's tonight? I thought it was weeks away.”

Blaise shook his head. “Nope.”

She waved him away. “Fine, fine.”

Pansy wasn't looking forward to this, she knew Draco wasn't happy that she was snubbing his wife, especially at the moment when she was pregnant.

That had annoyed Pansy no end; she had been trying for years but had so far been unable to conceive a baby, yet Astoria had already given Draco an heir and had another on the way. It was as though this woman was designed to belittle Pansy in her every movement, despite Pansy's best efforts to keep her well away from her life by snubbing her.

It took Pansy over an hour to decide what to wear to see the Malfoys, and she finally decided on a lovely, Slytherin-green dress, showing quite a lot of cleavage and only just covering her bum.

“You look gorgeous,” Blaise said, kissing his wife on the cheek. “But don't you think it's a little revealing?”

Pansy scoffed.

“I'm just not sure I want everything of yours on display.”

“It's mine to display, though, isn't it?” she took his arm to the fireplace where they flooed to the Malfoys.

Draco was in his usual black tuxedo, and Astoria was wearing a black floor length dress. She looked astonishingly at Pansy's outfit and Draco himself raised his eyebrows at Blaise as if to say 'what on earth are you doing letting your wife out like that?'

Blaise just gave the couple a curt nod and they were shown to the dining table in the drawing room.

“I have cooked the meal tonight,” Astoria said politely to Blaise and Pansy, to which Pansy looked down at the floor, smirking.

“Have you learnt to cook yet, Parkinson?” Draco asked sharply.

Feeling angry at being shot down, Pansy took a large swig of the wine on offer and Blaise diverted the conversation into business talk as Astoria brought in the food.

“Mm, chewy,” Pansy said slyly as she ate a piece of the beef, and Astoria looked at her, glaring.

Draco and Blaise ignored this passing comment, any any further for quite some time, until it just got too much for Draco.

“Can't you keep your wife in check?” he screamed at Blaise, dropping his cutlery onto the floor as he banged on the table.

Blaise just shrugged.

“Look, Parkinson, you can't treat people like this! I'd have thought you would've grown up since Hogwarts, but apparently not.”

Pansy huffed and threw her napkin onto the table. “Come, Blaise. We're leaving.”

There was silence around the room, all eyes were on Blaise. Draco and Astoria were looking at him as they he would be mad for even considering going with her and Pansy seemed furious that he hadn't gotten up yet.

“Blaise!” she urged, hitting him on the back.

He coughed and looked sheepishly around the table. “I'm sorry, Pansy. I'm not leaving.”

“What do you mean you're not leaving? I said we're leaving now!” she stamped her foot like a spoilt child.

“Well, I say i'm not leaving, but I am leaving you. I can't take this anymore, you're so demanding and controlling, it's ridiculous. You just can't speak to people like that, Pansy.”

Bright red and huffing, Pansy turned to the fireplace and flooed home, heartbroken that she had ruined another relationship due to her ability to not be able to hold her temper or her tongue. How she wished her parents had been around for her more as she sat on the bedroom floor, crying her eyes out.