You were at a Slytherin party, hanging out at the bar, alone. You were sipping your drink, until you were interrupted by a man 1 year above you, clearly showing interest in you. You gave him dry, one word answers as he attempted to charm you. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, pulling you against their chest. Your eyes widened as you immediately recognized her perfume. Pansy Parkinson. A shade of pink crossed your cheeks as you felt her lips kiss and suck on your neck until the man got the hint and walked away.