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notworthyTitle: Five Women Pansy Will Never Love
Pairings: Pansy/Cho, Pansy/Hermione, Pansy/Luna, Pansy/Daphne Greengrass, Pansy/Ginny
Rating: Um. PG-13, light R? I'm not good with stuff like this
A/N: Written for the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (With Each Other) Challenge. All mistakes are my own, feedback is good.
i.- Cho Chang
“Did you really cry that much around Potter?”
Cho shot the other girl an annoyed glance before she went back to writing her essay. Pansy shook her head, and laid back on the blue pillow. Now that she was actually in the Ravenclaw dormitory, it wasn’t that bad… Probably better than whatever the Gryffindor girls had…
“Why?” Cho finally replied, after a good ten minutes of silence.
“Why what?” Pansy grinned, turning around to lie on her stomach.
“Why, my dear, did you want to know?” Cho asked, sarcasm creeping into her tone.
“You’ve never cried over me,” Pansy pouted, but the jealousy in her voice was real. Cho visibly softened, and Pansy inwardly crowned herself the victor of this little round.
“You’ve never given me any reason to,” Cho admitted softly. Pansy’s frown was replaced with a bright smile, and Cho couldn’t help but return it.
ii. Hermione Granger
Granger is not a beautiful girl.
She’s pretty enough, if one was fishing for ways to compliment her. Nothing that would make any male Pansy’s ever known to do a double take at her, muggle born status notwithstanding. When Pansy thought about it, Weasley might be very much in love with her, and not just lusting after her. Lavender Brown had seemed to get that out of his system anyway.
Briefly, Pansy wondered if Granger was in love in with Weasley as well.
Whatever she felt for him, it wasn’t enough. Not enough to tell Pansy no when Pansy pushed her into the girl’s bathroom and begins to kiss her.
Pansy snickered when Granger made a soft noise of protest when Pansy pulled away to breathe. She wrapped her arms around Granger’s waist loosely, pressing her lips against her jaw.
Granger’s head hit the wall with a soft thud as Pansy’s hands barely touched her thigh. It was then Pansy realized how much Granger wanted this- and how much Pansy could possibly gain from it.
Pansy smirked against Granger’s neck, her fingers slipping by cotton knickers. Granger bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud, as if she was bent on not giving Pansy that satisfaction. Pansy only shook her head.
Sometimes, the things she did surprised her too.
iii.- Luna Lovegood
Loony Lovegood. Pansy had been fond of the taunt- if she remembered correctly-she wasn’t sure these days anymore- she was the one who started it. Not only that, she had firmly believed. Luna- Albus Dumbledore notwithstanding- was the most insane person Pansy had ever met, and too out of reality for anyone to really enjoy her company.
Pansy was beginning to think she was following that descent into madness.
“Pansy. Flower. Roses are better,” Luna mumbled, but Pansy heard her.
Suddenly, the nickname was nearly as funny as what it had been when they were back in school. The war had left Luna really insane, and in a way that was completely different from what the Longbottoms were rumored to be like. Pansy had no idea what she was supposed to do with her.
“Most people do,” Pansy replied, guiding Luna gently to her bed. Luna went under the covers willing, but held out her hand for Pansy to join her. Pansy shrugged, but slid in next to her anyway.
“They all die. They always die, no matter how beautiful! The plants. The moon. We’ll all die!” Luna said, hysteria beginning to creep into her voice. Pansy began to pet her hair in what she hoped was comforting for Luna.
“Shh baby. Of course we die. Everything has its time, and everything dies.”
“Pansy!”
“We’ll die, Luna. But I’m going to be with you, okay? I take care of my own,” Pansy interrupted. Luna nodded, and buried her face in Pansy’s chest.
Luna was going madder each day, and god help her, Pansy was going to follow her willingly.
iv.-Daphne Greengrass
Queenie. Theodore had given her the nickname as an insult when they were younger. It was the only time anyone had ever seen Theodore loose his control, but they never did bother to explain what it was they had been arguing over.
Even so, the name had stuck, and Daphne lived up to it. She was a queen when Pansy was just playing princess in her court. Somehow, she was the ideal Slytherin- beautiful, cunning, ambitious, and with the means to get herself exactly what she wanted and Daphne knew it.
Daphne and Pansy never got along.
Didn’t stop Daphne from fucking her though, but nothing stopped Daphne from doing whatever she wanted. Pansy hated her.
She glared at Daphne as the other girl sat up, her body a shadow in the already dark room. Daphne chuckled to herself, and Pansy felt, rather than saw Daphne’s brown hair move. She sounded bitter, and for the first time, Pansy could relate to her.
“This has to end,” Daphne whispered.
Privately, Pansy agreed.
v.- Ginny Weasley
“Meeting your family can not be as bad as you meeting the entire Weasley clan, all on the same day,” Ginny said firmly, leaving no room for argument in her tone.
Pansy promptly rolled her eyes at the reminder of that visit. That was a gathering she was never going to repeat. “Your family is nutters.”
“Yeah, I know. Green or red?” Ginny asked, dismissing the statement, refusing to be insulted.
“Green,” Pansy said flatly, giving her an ‘are you stupid?’ expression, “Red makes you Weasleys look bad, trust me. Besides, it makes you look dumb.”
“I am dumb. I’m living with you, aren’t I?” Ginny teased, but pulled the green robe on anyway. Pansy gave her an appreciative leer, and Ginny laughed.
“Please. I only hang around you because the sex is great,” Pansy replied easily.
“Do I get any of this great sex?” Ginny asked, visibly perking up at the mention of the word.
“Only if you want to fuck your brother, but hey…”
Pansy barely missed the pillow Ginny chucked at her head.
Pairings: Pansy/Cho, Pansy/Hermione, Pansy/Luna, Pansy/Daphne Greengrass, Pansy/Ginny
Rating: Um. PG-13, light R? I'm not good with stuff like this
A/N: Written for the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (With Each Other) Challenge. All mistakes are my own, feedback is good.
i.- Cho Chang
“Did you really cry that much around Potter?”
Cho shot the other girl an annoyed glance before she went back to writing her essay. Pansy shook her head, and laid back on the blue pillow. Now that she was actually in the Ravenclaw dormitory, it wasn’t that bad… Probably better than whatever the Gryffindor girls had…
“Why?” Cho finally replied, after a good ten minutes of silence.
“Why what?” Pansy grinned, turning around to lie on her stomach.
“Why, my dear, did you want to know?” Cho asked, sarcasm creeping into her tone.
“You’ve never cried over me,” Pansy pouted, but the jealousy in her voice was real. Cho visibly softened, and Pansy inwardly crowned herself the victor of this little round.
“You’ve never given me any reason to,” Cho admitted softly. Pansy’s frown was replaced with a bright smile, and Cho couldn’t help but return it.
ii. Hermione Granger
Granger is not a beautiful girl.
She’s pretty enough, if one was fishing for ways to compliment her. Nothing that would make any male Pansy’s ever known to do a double take at her, muggle born status notwithstanding. When Pansy thought about it, Weasley might be very much in love with her, and not just lusting after her. Lavender Brown had seemed to get that out of his system anyway.
Briefly, Pansy wondered if Granger was in love in with Weasley as well.
Whatever she felt for him, it wasn’t enough. Not enough to tell Pansy no when Pansy pushed her into the girl’s bathroom and begins to kiss her.
Pansy snickered when Granger made a soft noise of protest when Pansy pulled away to breathe. She wrapped her arms around Granger’s waist loosely, pressing her lips against her jaw.
Granger’s head hit the wall with a soft thud as Pansy’s hands barely touched her thigh. It was then Pansy realized how much Granger wanted this- and how much Pansy could possibly gain from it.
Pansy smirked against Granger’s neck, her fingers slipping by cotton knickers. Granger bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud, as if she was bent on not giving Pansy that satisfaction. Pansy only shook her head.
Sometimes, the things she did surprised her too.
iii.- Luna Lovegood
Loony Lovegood. Pansy had been fond of the taunt- if she remembered correctly-she wasn’t sure these days anymore- she was the one who started it. Not only that, she had firmly believed. Luna- Albus Dumbledore notwithstanding- was the most insane person Pansy had ever met, and too out of reality for anyone to really enjoy her company.
Pansy was beginning to think she was following that descent into madness.
“Pansy. Flower. Roses are better,” Luna mumbled, but Pansy heard her.
Suddenly, the nickname was nearly as funny as what it had been when they were back in school. The war had left Luna really insane, and in a way that was completely different from what the Longbottoms were rumored to be like. Pansy had no idea what she was supposed to do with her.
“Most people do,” Pansy replied, guiding Luna gently to her bed. Luna went under the covers willing, but held out her hand for Pansy to join her. Pansy shrugged, but slid in next to her anyway.
“They all die. They always die, no matter how beautiful! The plants. The moon. We’ll all die!” Luna said, hysteria beginning to creep into her voice. Pansy began to pet her hair in what she hoped was comforting for Luna.
“Shh baby. Of course we die. Everything has its time, and everything dies.”
“Pansy!”
“We’ll die, Luna. But I’m going to be with you, okay? I take care of my own,” Pansy interrupted. Luna nodded, and buried her face in Pansy’s chest.
Luna was going madder each day, and god help her, Pansy was going to follow her willingly.
iv.-Daphne Greengrass
Queenie. Theodore had given her the nickname as an insult when they were younger. It was the only time anyone had ever seen Theodore loose his control, but they never did bother to explain what it was they had been arguing over.
Even so, the name had stuck, and Daphne lived up to it. She was a queen when Pansy was just playing princess in her court. Somehow, she was the ideal Slytherin- beautiful, cunning, ambitious, and with the means to get herself exactly what she wanted and Daphne knew it.
Daphne and Pansy never got along.
Didn’t stop Daphne from fucking her though, but nothing stopped Daphne from doing whatever she wanted. Pansy hated her.
She glared at Daphne as the other girl sat up, her body a shadow in the already dark room. Daphne chuckled to herself, and Pansy felt, rather than saw Daphne’s brown hair move. She sounded bitter, and for the first time, Pansy could relate to her.
“This has to end,” Daphne whispered.
Privately, Pansy agreed.
v.- Ginny Weasley
“Meeting your family can not be as bad as you meeting the entire Weasley clan, all on the same day,” Ginny said firmly, leaving no room for argument in her tone.
Pansy promptly rolled her eyes at the reminder of that visit. That was a gathering she was never going to repeat. “Your family is nutters.”
“Yeah, I know. Green or red?” Ginny asked, dismissing the statement, refusing to be insulted.
“Green,” Pansy said flatly, giving her an ‘are you stupid?’ expression, “Red makes you Weasleys look bad, trust me. Besides, it makes you look dumb.”
“I am dumb. I’m living with you, aren’t I?” Ginny teased, but pulled the green robe on anyway. Pansy gave her an appreciative leer, and Ginny laughed.
“Please. I only hang around you because the sex is great,” Pansy replied easily.
“Do I get any of this great sex?” Ginny asked, visibly perking up at the mention of the word.
“Only if you want to fuck your brother, but hey…”
Pansy barely missed the pillow Ginny chucked at her head.
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