Protect

Author: Roanne
Pairings: Pansy/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Word count: 373
Challenge: The Coming of Darkness
Authors Notes: Draco and Pansy are children, rated PG for implied child abuse.

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"Come on, Draco. You're never going to get this right!"

Pansy let go of one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and threw her scarf over her front. This was not going to be easy.

"Listen - I don't exactly do things that muggles do - and I've never done this before!" Draco nearly stumbled again, but Pansy managed to find his balance.

"Then why did you even come along with me?" she questioned, her eyebrows raising.

"I didn't think it was too hard, and since I had nothing else to do, why not? Iceskating isn't my everyday choice," he stared down at his feet and watched several of the muggles around him. Even the little children were beating him in areas of excellence.

"Is that so? You think you're so good at everything, aren't you?" Pansy continued.

"Shut up, you know you like that fact that I'm here with you," he threw at her.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak in oppose to his remark, bit her lip, tried again, and gave up. She couldn't argue with that.

She slid across the ice, being careful not to go too fast. Draco managed to keep up, but kept a firm and steady grip on her hands, following after her quite cautiously.

"It's not too hard, why don't you try it without my support?" Pansy giggled, looking at his eyes that instantly widened to her statement.

"What? Why?" Draco asked.

Pansy held back her laughter.

"Draco," she slipped her hands away from his. "You're going to have to try skating by yourself some time. This won't be the last time!"

"So you're saying you don't want to help me anymore?" he locked glances with her, hoping somehow he'd trick her into a different conclusion. It had worked before.

Pansy looked away to avoid his tempting gaze.

"Of course not, no," she took his hand again. "Friends help each other. Don't be ashamed."

"Now you're beginning to sound like Potter and the rest," he smirked, brushing some hair out of her face. "Let's try this again. What do you say, my dear?"

"Gladly," Pansy responded as she progressed foward, Draco's hand still wrapped around hers. "We're not all professionals, now, are we?"

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