A/N this story was meant to be a one-shot but a second chapter started itching in my brain. Enjoy!

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Pansy was fidgety. She was at her childhood mansion, dressed to the nines, co-hosting a cotillion that her mother threw with the excuse of some charity fundraiser, but the truth was, the old lady was desperate to find out who was courting her daughter. She had put two and two together, so she knew Pansy was seeing someone, but the man was not part of their circle, so besides unconfirmed rumors, she had been unable to find out who he was. In a desperate attempt, she had invited the young Draco Malfoy for tea, but the blonde had been hermetic and not betrayed his friends. So the Parkinson matriarch pull out the big guns and threw a very public soiree, so her daughter would have to bring a date. She was nothing if not cunning.

So, obviously, Pansy had asked Harry to be her date and explained to him as much as she could. Her mother may not be a pureblood supremacist anymore, but she was still a snob woman. Old habits die hard. Pansy was really hoping that the fact that she was being courted by a wizard was a bigger deal to her than the fact that the wizard was not a pureblood or even a Slytherin. For the last two years she had an earful about not being married, and now she had reached the ripe age of twenty-five, still a spinster. Hopefully, her mother would cut her some slack because there was a man in her life and not try to pick said man apart.

Every other mother in wizarding Britain would give their left arm to have their daughters being pursued by Harry Potter. But the Parkinson matriarch was way too used to look people down her nose, so Pansy was nervous. What could she criticize about her new boyfriend? That he was a half-blood? That he had a job instead of spending his time playing cards and scratching his balls like a pureblood prat? That he worked as an auror? Would she had the nerve to dismiss the fact that he was the head of the Ministry's Magical Law Enforcement Division?

She tried to convince herself that she was overreacting, but the fact was that Mrs. Parkinson was so snobbish that she had a house elf that was an expert in an old type of magic that could read a person's lineage in their aura or something, so guests would be properly introduced when they walked into a room. It was fucking ridiculous.

But in the end, this was her reality. If Harry really wanted to be with her, he would have to survive this party and whatever shenanigans her mother would come up with. And if her mother wanted a daughter that would visit her, she better showed some respect to her boyfriend. Who was the nicest guy in the world. And he was gorgeous. And sexy. And for Merlin's sake, he even was rich, he was just not a peacock. And Pansy loved that about him.

She found out that in an incredibly magnanimous act Harry turned the title of Lord Black that he got from Sirius Black back to Draco Malfoy, who was now practically his brother-in-law because of his engagement to Hermione Granger. But today she was wishing he had not returned the title, a Lordship would have gone a long way with her mother.

Oh, Merlin, she needed to calm down. She was dating the biggest catch in Britain. Handsome, powerful, influential, wealthy, Harry did have all the pros of a pureblood prat without any of the cons. And Pansy was head over heels in love with him. That should have been the most important thing. And yet she was shaking because she had been so busy with the cotillion that she couldn't supervise the fitting of Harry's robes for the party, so she had to leave her head seamstress in charge of that. The witch was excellent but she had no idea how Harry would look tonight.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger popped up at the designated apparition point, and the old house elf chanted their introduction

"Mr. Draco Malfoy, Lord Black, and Miss Hermione Granger, the intended Lady Black".

The couple rolled their eyes and immediately walked to greet the hostesses. Draco introduced his fiancée, and the Parkinson matriarch was all praise for the beautiful couple, including some remarks on the rumors that Hermione would become Minister of Magic in the next ten years. Pansy breathed a bit with that. If her mother was able to praise a muggleborn Gryffindor, then she had to be able to appreciate her boyfriend. Yet again, her mother had always been harsher with her. Hopefully, she would save any remarks about how a muggleborn got her paws on Draco while she "failed" at it. She rolled her eyes to herself. She had been infatuated with the idea of Draco as a husband when she was thirteen or fourteen, but they fought like wolves. Too much of the same 'Slytheriness'. They both needed a touch of Gryffindor in their lives.

When Pansy's mother got distracted for a moment, Draco and Hermione rounded on her to help her calm down.

"He will be here soon, Pans, I gave him a very specific time of arrival so he won't be late but he will make an entrance," Draco said in her ear.

Pansy looked surprised and Hermione gave her a huge grin.

"He came to see us a week ago, to ask for Draco's advice, to make sure he would look his best in front of your mother. We even taught him how to dance, and that on its own is a huge achievement. He's crazy about you, Pansy."

At that moment the old elf chanted another pompous introduction

"Mr. Harry James Potter, Lord Peverell."

All eyes turned to the apparition point. Pansy's jaw dropped. Harry looked amazing. His perfectly fitted robes were mostly black, but the vest underneath had a brocade of Slytherin green that matched his tie and his emerald eyes. And did the elf say, Lord? What the f…

Harry walked straight to his girlfriend and bowed to her, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. Then he smiled at their friends and asked

"Would you make the introductions my love?"

Pansy blushed and took his arm, directing him to the matriarch.

"Mother, may I introduce Mr. Harry Potter"

Harry bowed to the older lady and kissed her hand

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Parkinson."

The woman grinned like it was Christmas and she just got a huge pile of gifts.

"Mr. Potter, it is an honor to meet you, and pardon my ignorance, I did not know that you were the Lord Peverell."

Harry gave a small bow with his head

"Ignotus Peverell was an ancestor of the Potters. The family name got changed sometime in the last few centuries. Luckily the lines are traceable by Goblin magic, so Gringotts keeps ancient records and can trace lineage to assure the correct keeping of family vaults."

Pansy's mouth was still hanging open when Hermione made her a hand sign to close it up. Harry kept the conversation going with the older lady but Pansy was not keeping up. She saw Draco and Hermione signal that they were going towards the dance floor and to follow as soon as they could disentangle themselves from the giddy matriarch. When the lady had enough she decided it was time to go brag to her friends about her daughter's good fortune, so Harry offered his arm to his girlfriend and the young couple went to the dance floor. Their friends were waltzing delightfully, so they gave them some space and Harry lead her in a slower dance so they could talk.

"Hi beautiful"

"Hello handsome. Or should I call you Lord Handsome? When did that happen?"

Harry laughed

"It happened like, seven centuries ago? Is a recent development" he said with a grin.

"I would ask if you were talking shite but Hedgy, the old house elf, is infallible with this kind of thing, so I know is all true."

"Yeah, that elf is creepy as fuck, and I live with Kreacher," Harry said humorously.

Pansy laughed

"I would ask why you didn't tell me, but I know why. Because you are Harry. You don't really give a damn about those titles, do you?"

Harry smiled at her

"Well, the titles have their advantages, like the fact that I got a seat in the Wizengamot and can help keep justice a bit more balanced. But I think tonight proved to be the most useful occasion so far. I got to impress your mother without having to do anything myself except telling tales of people that have been dead for centuries. Easiest 'Harry Potter task' ever, yet probably one of the most important I've performed," he said with a wink.

She felt warmth all over her body. This man was so amazing she had her arms full of metaphorical bruises from pinching herself to make sure she was not dreaming.

"Well, you did learn to dance. A little birdie told me about that."

"You mean a bouncy little ferret ratted me out? I wanted you to think that I was all suave and shite."

She laughed out loud

"I think the suave part goes down the drain when you say 'and shite'. But I don't need you to be suave, which you are by the way, especially in the bedroom. I need you to be you. The nice, sweet, gorgeous man that keeps my heart skipping beats."

Harry kept a hand on her waist and with the other one cupped her face to kiss her softly. It was so romantic that Pansy felt like she would float away if he was not holding her.

From the corner of his eye, Harry noticed the Parkinson matriarch looking at them from a side of the room where she was cackling with other hens, looking ecstatic. He grinned maliciously and spoke on Pansy's ear

"Does your mommy know that Lord Peverell is planning to take her lovely daughter and fuck her into the mattress tonight?"