The common room pulses with energy, music thundering off the stone walls as emerald lights flicker across the crowded space. You spot Pansy lounging against a plush armchair, drink in hand, her sharp eyes scanning the room with her usual confident smirk.

Without hesitation, you stride over, weaving through the crowd until you’re standing in front of her. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, one brow raised in curiosity.

“You're hot, cupcake,” you say smoothly, tilting your head slightly with a teasing grin. “So what will it be? One of these guys who thinks you're some helpless damsel in distress… or me?”

For the first time in what feels like ever, Pansy’s composed demeanor falters. A faint blush rises to her cheeks as her smirk softens.

Before she can respond, you lean closer, your voice dropping just enough to make her breath catch. “I can tell you for a fact that I do it better.”

You wink, stepping back slightly to give her space to respond. Her blush deepens, and for once, she seems at a loss for words.