Aug 7, 2026 · 32 min · 8 segments
What if Charlie and Pansy weren't interrupted that night at Charlie's cabin? OR An alternate "What If" scene from The Dragon's In The Details, Chapter 10: The Socks & The Snoop. This short…
Pansy stretched her legs out over the large suede sofa with a contented sigh.
The nutmeg-colored fabric was incredibly soft, and she felt like she could sink into the cushions until they swallowed her whole.
It was perhaps the most comfortable sofa she'd ever sat on, but it may have had more to do with the hard chest she was currently leaning against.
It had truly been a wonderful evening.
Before leaving her flat a week ago, he'd invited her to his cabin for a quiet dinner, just the two of them, to enjoy each other's company with no complications or strings, like he'd said when stating his case to her.
He'd even promised another home-cooked meal if she would bring the drinks, and, well, he had delivered.
If she ever saw Molly Weasley again, she would need to thank the woman profusely, because she had certainly taught her children well.
There was something incredibly attractive about watching a man cook.
She practically moaned while eating it, and she wasn't too proud to admit it.
It had been the perfect hearty meal for a chilly September night.
Now they were spread out on his plush sofa with the warm heat of the crackling fireplace wafting over them in waves, appreciating the comfortable silence together.
Pansy had never been more relaxed, and it wasn't just the wine talking.
Between the excellent food, the delicious mulled wine, and the charismatic wizard she was cuddled up with, it made her never want to leave this moment.
She would happily stay here forever, ignoring all her responsibilities outside of this cozy cabin.
She hummed in lazy satisfaction, taking a sip of her wine.
Not too sweet or overpowering, but perfectly matched with the flavors she'd chosen.
The spices danced over her tongue pleasantly.
Cinnamon, cloves, star anise, and oranges for added sweetness and acidity.
Simple, yet delicious.
"How do you like the mulled wine?" She asked Charlie, turning her head to look up at him without moving from the comfort of his embrace.
He took a sip before replying.
"Mm.
Pansy stretched her legs out over the large suede sofa with a contented sigh.
The nutmeg-colored fabric was incredibly soft, and she felt like she could sink into the cushions until they swallowed her whole.
It was perhaps the most comfortable sofa she'd ever sat on, but it may have had more to do with the hard chest she was currently leaning against.
It had truly been a wonderful evening.
Before leaving her flat a week ago, he'd invited her to his cabin for a quiet dinner, just the two of them, to enjoy each other's company with no complications or strings, like he'd said when stating his case to her.
He'd even promised another home-cooked meal if she would bring the drinks, and, well, he had delivered.
If she ever saw Molly Weasley again, she would need to thank the woman profusely, because she had certainly taught her children well.
There was something incredibly attractive about watching a man cook.
She practically moaned while eating it, and she wasn't too proud to admit it.
It had been the perfect hearty meal for a chilly September night.
Now they were spread out on his plush sofa with the warm heat of the crackling fireplace wafting over them in waves, appreciating the comfortable silence together.
Pansy had never been more relaxed, and it wasn't just the wine talking.
Between the excellent food, the delicious mulled wine, and the charismatic wizard she was cuddled up with, it made her never want to leave this moment.
She would happily stay here forever, ignoring all her responsibilities outside of this cozy cabin.
She hummed in lazy satisfaction, taking a sip of her wine.
Not too sweet or overpowering, but perfectly matched with the flavors she'd chosen.
The spices danced over her tongue pleasantly.
Cinnamon, cloves, star anise, and oranges for added sweetness and acidity.
Simple, yet delicious.
"How do you like the mulled wine?" She asked Charlie, turning her head to look up at him without moving from the comfort of his embrace.
He took a sip before replying.
"Mm.
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