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Dear Diary

@sapphicmicrofics​​​​​​

Pairing: Parvati Patil/Pansy Parkinson Rating: T WC: 50

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Dear Diary,

Harry wouldn’t dance with me. It wasn’t my fault I fell into Pansy’s arms. If the boys were going to brood and ogle one another across the ballroom, why shouldn’t I enjoy Draco’s gorgeous cotton candy confection left unmoored on the dance floor? Turns out, she tastes divine.

[hp-lawofattraction-fest]

The DOUBT of yesterday's pair!

Closet Space

Creator: nocturn Sub-theme: Doubt Rating: T Word count: 3910 Warnings/tags: Romance, Cottagecore, Weddings, split POV, Femslash, Lesbian Pansy Parkinson, Bisexual Ginny Weasley, Mutual Pining, There Was Only One Bed, and they were ROOMMATES, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Prior Substance Abuse, RIP Molly Weasley, Side note: apparently pigs eat anything?

Summary:

Ginny shifts onto one foot and realizes she should probably say something semi-coherent. "So our exes are getting married," she offers. At least it feels like she's offering—it’s not quite a peace offering, but an offering nonetheless. "And I'm getting drunk," Pansy finishes. She flings her handbag over her shoulder, strides across the room, and pulls open the door. Then she glances over her shoulder and says, "Coming, Weasley?"

Read it on AO3!

And then find out how @digthewriter interpreted its opposite and go check out FAITH (you gotta have faith!)

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The Art of Revealing Secrets

A fic, submitted as part of the @hp-soulmates fest of 2022.

I'm not gonna lie. It was a struggle to get this thing finished. I was actually close to giving up numerous times, but the mods' endless patience, the prolonged extensions and their kind encouragement helped me manage it in the end. I owe you more thanks than I could ever give for that.

Flightinflame was a goldmine when it came for asking for reassurances over specific parts I'd written, which was very important because apart from being King of Drama, I'm also MAster of Self Doubt. Thank you <3

And Emma. Beautiful, lovely, warm-hearted Emma. What would I do without you in my life? Your beating and your excited comments are valuable beyond any comparison. Thank you soooo much @ladderofyears for helping me out with this fic, and for letting me borrow your city for it.

Furthermore, I would like to thank @crazybutgood for sorting through my thoughts and ideas in the early stages of this fic. Without you, I never would have written anything more than an incomprehensible plan. It feels like it's been ages since you and I chatted about the starting points of this fic, and maybe it has been, but nonetheless, you're one of the key ingredients of this fic as well.

And lastly, thank you to @ununquadius who always cheers me on, no matter the weather, the time of day, or how crazy her own life is. I hope you stay safe and take care of yourself. Don't forget to take a deep breath and relax your jaw every once in a while. And drink water.

Without further ado; here's the thumbnail for the fic :)

Title: The Art of Revealing Secrets

Author: Dexiha (me)

Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Background Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 25,555

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings/tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, POV Pansy Parkinson, POV Third Person, BAMF Neville Longbottom, Head Auror Neville Longbottom, Pining, Falling In Love, Prejudicial Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Undercover, Undercover Mission, Pureblood Cult, Case Fic, Fake Dating, Duelling, Spells & Enchantments, Interior Design Planner Pansy, Background Relationships: Harry x Draco, Kidnapping, Dark Magic, Ron Weasley is a Good Friend, Loss of Magic

Summary: Pansy has known since their days at Hogwarts that she and Neville were fated. She never told him, never told a soul. Now, years later, faced with an unbearable choice, she finds herself reaching out to her unwitting soulmate out of pure desperation. She can only hope that he's the sentimental man she always envisioned him to be and not the cynical auror he seems to have become...

Or, the story of how Pansy learns there is no evading fate.

Link: The Art of Revealing Secrets on AO3

Excerpt:

She starts from what she thinks is the beginning of Draco becoming who he is today, which means she starts from just after the war. She tells him about the trials and the periods of self loathing that followed. At some point she strays from talking about Draco’s experiences. She adds her own values and opinions instead. Neville doesn’t interrupt her a single time. Instead, he just listens, and jots down a few sentences every once in a while. Even Ron seems interested, which inspires her further to keep talking.

When she gets to the point of Draco’s disappearance, Neville puts the quill down. He listens to what she tells him, whilst he stares intently at her.

“Why didn’t you start by telling me these last parts?” he asks, a few beats after she has gone quiet.

“Because I wanted you to know who Draco is today, instead of expecting him to be the same – or worse – as he was when you last knew him.”

“I never knew him. Not really. And I was hoping that you’d think more highly of me. That you wouldn't think I’d fall for something as commonplace prejudice.”

“I was hoping you weren’t an arsehole,” Pansy retorts, “but I can’t expect you to be without faults, can I?”

Neville looks intently at her, and she returns his stare cooly. She doesn't break his gaze. 

[pineau-noir]

(G, 1.1k) For @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

Happy birthday my dear friend. Have some fluffy fluff about our favorite niffler.

Thank to so much to @mosrael for the beta, I got all gushy on ao3 and probably exposed my not-so-secret fandom crush.

Here it is on ao3 for anyone who doesn't want to read below the cut.

Marcellus Horatius Cornelius Flavius the Magnificent, First of his Name— or as he was better known to his humans: Peanut Butter Tater Tot; or even more colloquially: PB— was having a weird day.

He had hitched a ride with the emerald boy to the big area with all the people. He saw the elder emerald human packing things up and chattering about 'school', something that PB knew would necessitate a trip out, so he hid in the younger emerald human’s bag. He had a lovely nap on the way.

When he awoke, he was at the shining place with all of the beautiful serving spoons. Sneaking out was simple; no one was paying him any attention. PB thought he could easily grab a couple of spoons for his hidden collection. But as soon as he emerged out of the pocket, he saw something even better than spoons. He saw a boy who was made of silver.

With a brief pang of guilt, PB snuck under the table, away from the younger emerald human, and crawled into the silver boy’s bag.

The bag was lovely. Warm and cosy, smelling far better than the emerald boy's bag. There was a scarf, PB realised it was identical to the one the younger emerald had, so he curled up in it and went back to sleep.

Afterall, sneaking was a tiring business.

——

When PB awoke, it was because the silver human had pulled him out of the bag. He seemed excited to find PB hidden away. PB preened, because he knew he was an exemplary example of his species. There was some chatter, but PB ignored it because it didn’t involve any of his favourite words: outside, spoons, Gringotts, or treat.

Then a platinum person appeared. He seemed a little cross. The silver boy smiled and talked about how lovely PB was, but the platinum man only frowned and said things like ‘pest’ and ‘Potter’. PB actually knew what Potter meant, he lived at Potter house. Why the emerald one had named their house Potter, PB didn’t know.

PB had named their house Hermann House, because the older copper woman always said the house was ‘full of too many men’ and the emerald man always said ‘hermmm’ after she said it.

Before PB could figure out what the platinum man called his house, an aquamarine person stepped out of the bad, scary, loud, bright place that PB’s humans loved to use. PB had tried, unsuccessfully, for years to get them to only use the fast, dizzy way, or even better, the high in the sky, windy way to travel.

He had never understood why humans were so odd.

But after the platinum man moved a bunch of things that PB hadn’t even noticed, the silver one and aquamarine one were giving PB pets and, even better—food. It was just a green, branchy mini-tree, but PB was starting to get hungry, so he allowed his new humans to feed him.

Then, even better, the silver boy and aquamarine woman moved to the soft lump of blue in the middle of the room and sat down to cuddle PB. The platinum human said something to the people on the blue lump and the silver one got up to move some other things that PB liked, but not as much as he liked spoons. The aquamarine human pulled a round ball of fresh, bright, light orange out of her pocket and picked the gross covering off, then started to feed PB again.

He thought it only appropriate to purr at her. She was an excellent human and this house was much quieter than Hermann House. PB thought he could be very happy at this new house, even if he would miss the copper girl and emerald boy. The smokey quartz boy was fine, but he didn’t sneak PB treats or spoons.

The silver human came back in and the aquamarine woman handed PB over. They were both very gentle and PB let out a little yawn. The snacks they had given him had filled up his belly and the silver boy was warm. With one last look at his new home, PB drifted off to sleep.

——

PB woke up after his new people had done the loud, fast travelling and he was back at his old home. The platinum man and the emerald man started talking and PB heard his name. He briefly perked up, but he was still warm in the silver boy’s arm so he snuggled back in.

The silver boy followed the smokey quartz boy, the copper girl, and the emerald boy into PB’s room. He immediately jumped out of the silver boy’s arms to make sure no one had gotten into his cache of spoons while he was on his adventure.

Seeing everything where it was supposed to be, PB sneaked out to try and grab a new spoon for his collection. The young humans were talking and didn't notice him. He made his way through the halls, into his secret tunnel, and then he was in the big, bright room with all the spoons.

The older emerald human was talking to the platinum human. They seemed stiff and awkward, so PB grabbed a spoon— gold with leaves at the end— and made his way back to his hidey hole.

He started to rearrange his collection and was almost done when he heard shouting. Tired of being left behind, PB decided to follow the noise. When he got to the room, he saw the emerald man sitting on the big brown lump in the middle of the room. The platinum man was smiling and his face was as red as a ruby.

All of the humans were laughing and no one was paying any attention to PB, which was just not on, so he jumped into the platinum man’s lap. He was the only one who had paid no attention to PB the entire day, which was something that needed to be fixed. As soon as possible.

The platinum man smiled down at PB. The older emerald human leaned over and did something weird to the pointy thing on the front of the platinum man’s face. The younger humans all laughed and clapped so PB reckoned it was probably something good.

Then the best thing happened. The platinum one, who still apparently thought PB’s name was ‘pest’, picked PB up and rubbed their faces together.

PB had no choice but to purr at him.

When he was lowered back to the platinum human’s lap, he decided it was time for another nap.

So he slept. And dreamt of new spoons, new, shiny humans, and best of all, his own shiny family.

[lqtraintracks]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley Words: ~7,000 Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Legilimency Kink, POV First Person, POV Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, remembered trauma, Brief discussion of sexual boundaries, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Reporter Pansy Parkinson, Background Relationships, Minor Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Harry and Ginny Share a Crup Named Leland, but really this is just a lot of sex Summary: A story of living with the trauma, fucking who you want, and maybe finding a little solace. A/N: So I can’t tag anyone and then add any more text after that (wtf tumblr), so forgive me, Bella, I can’t tag you, bb, but thank you so much for the beta on this! This fic was a joy to write for my incredibly talented and wonderful friend @the-starryknight

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Prompt: 1. Love Letter

Fanfic - SFW

Pansy x Hermione - Harry Potter

Background Luna x Ginny + Draco x Harry

TW: N\A

A03

A\N: Happy Valentine's day everyone! ❤️ This isn't exactly baised on the universe of my upcoming Pansmione fanfiction but some aspects are sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy :)

(I didn't go through and edit it, so sorry for anything)

"Happy Valentine's day, Pansy."

Pansy jolts suddenly, turning to her side to see Luna has popped up by her, smiling brightly. The young platinum blonde woman is covered in glitter, lip stick marks across her cheeks, and holds a large pile of red and pink papers. She radiates more color than the entire hallway they stand in, or even the entirety of Hogwarts.

Pansy raises a brow. "Thanks Luna, happy Valentine's day. You got something..." She vaguely gestures at Luna, "all over you."

Luna chuckles softly. "Ginny loves Valentine's day."

Pansy lets out an airy laugh. "I can see that."

Luna fumbles through the stack of papers in her hands, pulling out a bright pink card, in the shape of a heart, and hands it to Pansy.

Pansy blinks at it, stopping in her tracks. "What is it?"

"It's a Valentine's card. I made it just for you." Luna pushes it forward a bit more. "It isn't cursed or anything."

The corner of Pansy's lips tilt upward. "I didn't think it was." She gentle takes the heart shaped paper. It's covered in glitter and stickers, little drawings and it seems to have a charm making it smell of sugar cookies and chocolate.

Pansy looks back up. "Thank you, Luna. I... I don't have anything for you, I'm sorry."

Luna only smiles. "Don't be. I don't aspect anything in return."

Pansy watches her leave, probably off to find the others she made Valentine's for. Pansy looks back down at the card in her hands and she can't help the small smile on her face.

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Pans." Ginny smiles as Pansy takes a seat next to her at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.

"Happy Valentine's day, Ginny." The words feel strange coming out of her mouth, but she means every word. "Luna's really into this Valentine's day stuff, huh?"

Ginny laughs with a soft blush, she also has glitter all over herself. Pansy reaches over and pulls of a sticker of a Niffler off of Ginny's shoulder, holding it up towards the woman. Pansy chuckles at Ginny's flush.

Ginny sticks the sticker on the back of her hand. "Did you get shy Valentine's? Any secret love letters?" Ginny wiggles her brow and Pansy rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"As if."

"Aw. Not even from those gross fourth years?"

Pansy glances over to the group of fourth years who had seemed to get a rather huge crush on her within the last few weeks. Pansy laughs. "No, they know they don't stand a chance." A Fourth year thinking they could get an eighth year? Haliorius.

Ginny raises a brow, leaning over. "And who does stand a chance, Parkinson?"

Pansy narrows her eyes at the mischievous look Ginny holds. "Absolutely no one, Weaslette."

"Not even Hermione?"

Pansy jumps again, Luna stands right behind her with a knowing smiling. Pansy blushes and narrows her eyes.

Ginny wiggles her eyebrows. "You should send her a letter."

Pansy rolls her eyes, grabbing her fork and turning to her food. "Absolutely not."

Luna slides in next to Ginny, resting her chin her her shoulder as they both look at Pansy.

"What?" Ginny smirks. "Too scared to send your crush an love letter?"

Pansy shoots her another glare. "I'm not scared."

"Then do it." Ginny pokes at Pansy's arm.

Luna frowns as she can sense her friend growing uncomfortable and overwhelmed. "Gin, don't push her."

Ginny frowns, taking in Pansy's stance. Her eyes fixated on her plate and she toys with her fork, breath a bit uneven.

She goes to apologise but Owls fly into the Great Hall, each if them dropping letters or gifts at people.

Pansy's owl, Oliver, drops off a small letter before landing on Pansy's shoulder. Pansy blinks at the white envelope before her, heart racing. Oliver hoots softly, and Pansy gives him a loving pet before he flies off.

"Ooh. Looks like someone's got you a letter." Ginny leans over, looking at the envelope with curiosity.

"Open it, Pansy." Luna says softly, a smile on her face that tells Pansy that she knows exactly who gave her this.

Pansy shakes her head. "It's probably just another prank card or one of the fourth years got the courage to send me something."

"Perhaps." Ginny says, smirking. "But what if it isn't?"

Pansy stares at Ginny, uncertain. It very much could be from someone other than a Fourth year or a prankster, but it very much couldn't be from Hermione... Could it?

Sighing, she turns back to the letter, opening it swiftly and pulls out the parchment inside.

'Dear Pansy,

Happy Valentine's day.

I am not sure how to say this or how to go on about this, but I think it's been long enough. I realized that I have always had a crush on you, although I didn't quite know it then. Despite you being an absolute arse throughout the past seven years, I still found you beautiful. And this year, after discovering how sweet you can accutally be - seeing your true self - the crush I had for you flourished into acutal love. It feels so sudden, but then again, everything in my life has always been sudden. I understand you may not return my feelings, and that's alright. I just couldn't go forward without admiting this, and luckily enough Valentine's day is the perfect opportunity.

I am truly falling in love with you, Pansy. And I hope you may be to.

With Love,

Hermione Granger'

Pansy blinked, utterly surprised but not at all disappointed.

"Who's it from?" Pansy turns to see Draco had taken the seat beside her, leaning against the table while looking at her curiously.

Pansy instead turns around, looking for that curly maine at the Gryffindor Table, instead she sees Harry Potter pointing towards the Great Hall doors. She follows and sees what looks like brown curly hair sneaking away.

Without another thought, Pansy stands and follows Hermione with quick steps, not hearing Draco's voice of confusion and Ginny shutting him up.

She catches up to her a hallway away. "Hermione!"

The Gryffindor stops in her tracks, then turns around slowly. "Pansy. I- I'm sorry if that letter was too much. I didn't want to cross any lines or ruin this friendship we- why are you smiling like that?"

Pansy is, indeed, smiling. Probably brighter than she has ever before. "You think too much, 'mione."

Pansy steps forward, letter still in her hand as she takes Hermione's face into her hands. Hermione blushes deeply, eyes wide. "I have to admit... I always had a crush on you, I always knew it, and I definitely am falling into love with you." Hermione smiles brightly making Pansy blush, "and I would like to kiss you right now, if you want me to, that is-."

Hermione closes the distance, lips meeting with a firm but gentle press. It's simple and chaste, but still holds so much emotion, more than words ever could.

Pulling away, Hermione laughs and Pansy joins. For once in her life, Valentine's day hasn't been boring.

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[zaharya]

Remus was woken by soft touches. He let out a grumble, blinking against the morning light.

“Good morning,” Severus chuckled. “Enjoyed your lie-in?”

“’S still early,” muttered Remus, nuzzling against Severus’ hand.

“Actually, it’s really not,” said Severus. “In fact, our menace of a son and his fiancé will be here in an hour. And they just went cake-tasting with Narcissa, so they’ll be as hyper as their worst days.”

Remus groaned. Young people.

“Come on, love, you know you adore them,” Severus coaxed, then leaned closer as he continued, “If you get up now we have enough time for me to join you in the shower.”

Remus opened his eyes. Severus smirked down at him, dark eyes glittering with mirth.

“A long shower.”

“Of course, my love,” Severus laughed as he pulled Remus up. “Happy birthday.”

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For @potion-daddy because it’s Remus’ birthday.

[neitimatch]

Fleur, shocked: Mon Dieu, it's the ferret!

Narcissa: No, darling! That's our son!

Draco: What do you mean her son, what about dad?!

Narcissa: You know that he is serving life sentance. He is not going to get free again.

Draco: Yeah, but that doesn't make her my other mother!

Fleur: Is that anyway to talk to your mom?!

Draco: No... I'm sorry...

Fleur: It's fine, mon fils. What your mother is saying is that you are legally my son. You would have been thrown next to your papa and I just couldn't let that happen to either you or my love.

Fleur makes heart eyes at Narcissa

Draco: So... I'm not a Malfoy anymore?

Fleur: No, dear. You are a Delacour, just like my lovely Cissa will be, come summer.

Narcissa: So... are you okay with this?

Draco: To be honest its weird but if she has saved me from prison and if she makes you happy then that is more than enough for me.

Narcissa, with happy tears in her eyes: Oh, my dear...

Delacour family hugging each other

Fleur, cheekily: So, you ready to tell us why I smell 'arry on you?