Pansy just want's to make one thing very clear, she didn't kiss him first.

It all started at Draco's weird back to school frat boy rager, or at least that's when she meets Harry Potter.

Daphne: bitch

Daphne: are you still coming to Draco's tonight

Daphne:?

Pansy: idk

Pansy: the last party Draco threw was fucking awful

Pansy: like the worst night of my life

Pansy: like worse than the time I had to do community service

Daphne: it wasn't that bad

Pansy: daph

Pansy: I got alcohol poisoning

Pansy: I was in the hospital for like three days

Pansy: do you even know how nasty hospital food is?

Pansy: and the whole place smelt like rubber gloves and old people

Daphne: stop being so dramatic

Daphne: but please

Daphne: Blaise is gonna bring his new ginger girlfriend and we need to make sure she's not a serial killer

Daphne: or if she wears like crocs or something

Daphne: and apparently she's bringing her friend who looks like a fucking librarian and her ex boyfriend

Daphne: EX BOYFRIEND

Pansy: omg what

Pansy: okay i'll come but only if you pick me up a handle of Malibu

Daphne: ew

Daphne: i don't understand how you drink that shit

Daphne: it tastes like self tanner and gasoline

Pansy: I know

Pansy I love it

Pansy always forgets just how disgusting frat guys are. So halfway through the night Pansy's hiding in the kitchen from some nasty drunken frat boy whose name she didn't care about because honestly she really doesn't want to lose her virginity to some fuckboy who obviously peaked in highschool, and too be quite frank she's so out of his league. She's all alone sipping on her Malibu (shoutout to Daphne) with shitty rap shaking the walls of the house, and Pansy loves her friends she really does but she's bored out of her fucking mind. Then Daphne walks, well stumbles, into the kitchen and grabs her by the arm and drags her into the living room.

"You've got to see this, Pans. Blaise! Blaise! There's someone here to see you!" Daphne yells at the top of her fucking lungs.

Pansy's a little drunk herself so it takes her a while to focus on the group of people awkwardly standing in the doorway. There's this little redhead chick who's pretty cute but kinda looks like a bitch, so obviously she'll fit right in with them. The next chick has brown frizzy hair, like the girl needs some fucking conditioner god damn, and oh my god Daph was totally right she does look like a librarian like it's ridiculous. Pansy laughs a little too herself, and then she see's the last person. He's tan, like really tan and he has dark hair and these bright green eyes and fuck she can already tell he'd look amazing without a shirt on. But he's wearing those weird ass hipster glasses which most likely aren't prescription and ill fitting jeans and a faded flannel, and is totally not her type. The complete opposite of her type actually. Then Blaise comes out from the backyard shirtless and dripping wet because fucking Draco couldn't just have a regular frat house he had Lucius install a bigass pool because drunk teenagers and bodies of water are such a safe combination.

" Gin, babe! You made it!" Blaise shouted while picking up and hugging the redhead chick. Pansy wasn't quite sure whether or not it was cute or gross how excited he sounded. Nope totally gross, jesus christ. And her names Gin? Like the drink? Like what.

"Babe I wanna introduce you to my friends. The blonde one is Daphne," Daphne waved and giggled like a complete fucking idiot, " and the black haired one is Pansy, guys this is my girlfriend Ginny."

Pansy rolled her eyes but still waved with a smirk on her face. It's not like she needs to make a good impression. She could see the guy with glasses warily eyeing her, what the fuck is his deal. I mean yeah Pansy was hot and she knew it especially tonight, her eyeliner was on point and her contour was perfect and the heels she was wearing made her legs look extra long and the push up bra she borrowed from Daphne made her tits look amazing, so it made sense if he was checking her out.

Then she realized the girl Ginny was dragged away by Blaise and she was left with the librarian, glasses, and a wasted Daphne. Yeah, she was way too sober for this bullshit.

It's around 12 when Pansy walks out to the backyard with a Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand because they're at a frat house and it's not like they have any good beer. At that point the entire men's Lacrosse team is in the pool along with some topless chicks she's never met, Draco's super weird dealer Luna has showed up and Daphne and Tracey were doing body shots off each other. Pansy thought it was crowded inside but it was even louder and much more crazy outside, like it's a Monday night wtf calm down. Pansy spots the guy with glasses standing next to a keg and their water cooler filled to the brim with jungle juice. So she saunters up to him, no not walks, saunters. Because Pansy has never in her life been subtle or shy and honestly she's too drunk to really care and she just wants all the information she can possibly get about this Ginny girl because Blaise can sometimes (very rarely) be a nice guy and he seems like he actually likes this girl. And she's Pansy fucking Parkinson and she needs to know everything about everyone at all times.

" You're uh- Pansy? Right?" He says when she walks over and she can't help but notice how tall he is and she can't stop staring at the flush creeping up his neck and what the fuck is she nervous? Around a guy? Is that a thing?

" Yeah hi, and you are?" she asks in the most polite stable voice she can manage.

" Oh, I'm Harry. Harry Potter." he says taking sip of whatever is in his red solo cup and for some strange reason she recognizes that name but Pansy isn't really sure why.

" What's your major?" She asks, because that's proper college party etiquette and she's a classy bitch.

"Political Science, you?" He answers.

"Fashion Design." Pansy says taking a sip of her lukewarm beer, ew.

" Oh wow fashion design, how um- interesting." He says turning away, and oh my fucking god he did not just say that. It was then that Pansy finally realized the exact type of asshole that this Harry guy is. He's one of those assholes who think she's superficial and stupid and vapid because she would rather watch America's Next Top Model than pretend to like the fucking news. The kind of guy who thinks that beauty and brains cannot coexist, the guy who automatically hates her because she doesn't wear like mom jeans and shop at whole foods and run a blog about like social justice and like knitting or whatever. Yeah fuck this guy. It was also at this exact moment that Pansy made it her mission to make this guy as uncomfortable as she possibly can because fuck him.

"So I heard you're Ginny's ex." Pansy stated bluntly because as I said before Pansy has never been subtle or shy. And he fucking chokes on his drink and it shouldn't be cute and her chest shouldn't feel this tight and he's an asshole and once again what the fuck.

"Uh- um- yeah I am, what about it?" he stutters like a complete fucking idiot and she doesn't get how this guy makes her feel uneasy.

" Look I don't know anything about you or this Ginny girl but there better be nothing going on between you anymore, got it?" Pansy said crossing her arms over her chest, and when he looked at her his eyes were hard and angry and she really should not be turned on right now but she totally is and she's pretty sure she's soaked right through her underwear and jesus christ.

"There isn't" he growled from between his teeth, and she shouldn't be happy when she manages to piss him off but she is. So Pansy just glared back because why the hell is he getting so defensive?

" Oh? Did I strike a nerve?" Pansy simpered.

"You wish sweetheart" Potter snarled taking a step forward and god she's never wanted to fuck someone this bad in her entire life and she can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw and his pupils dilate and holy shit.

They were standing like that for a couple of seconds when Draco comes up wearing a bro tank and douchebag sunglasses, like seriously dude it's nighttime you don't need those, wraps his arm around her (as friends often do) and things get even more awkward.

"Hey Pans- Potter."

"Malfoy."

And holy shit how could Pansy forget who Harry fucking Potter was. Draco literally would not shut up about how much he hates him their entire freshman year of college and still to this day brings him up. Oh my fucking god. From what Pansy had gathered Harry and Draco were in the same political science class, got paired up for some project together, and things got really weird and competitive and the hospital bills and property damage cost so much. No one's exactly sure what happened leading up to the fight but the videos that ended up on WorldStar were hilarious. And this went on for months. It was like Mean Girls for crying out loud, it was ridiculous.

"That arm ever heal properly?" said Draco

"Ever get that tooth fixed?" Potter bit back

And Pansy just stood there trying to make this all make sense in her drunken state and this is so weird.

" Makes sense you're with someone like her Malfoy." Harry said gesturing toward Draco's arm over her shoulder and excuse me?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean." Draco slurred.

"Okay um ew no, that's not a thing douchebag." Pansy butt in before these idiots start trying to scratch each other's eyes out. Potter looked confused then opened his mouth to say something, but instead all they heard were sirens and all they saw were flashing red and blue lights.

And as expected things only get worse from here .