Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Pansy one (smut or not your choice!) where everyone thinks reader is the hottest, smartest and best witch in their year and all of the slytherin gang wants her but she rejects all of them and says “sorry you just aren’t my type” because she’s really into pansy and not the boys! If it’s confusing or anything or just weird don’t worry about it!!!!
Gorgeous (Pansy Parkinson x reader)
Warnings: smut
You weren’t oblivious to the attention that was constantly placed on you. People stared at you everywhere you walked, however as you got older the attention became unwanted especially from boys. You were used to rejecting them now as it was almost a competition to see who would have you. Except the competition was pointless.
You weren’t interested in a single boy, you had your eye on a girl for a while. One of the prettiest but most intimidating girls at Hogwarts. You wanted to make a move just so everyone would leave you alone but you could barely talk around her. Whenever you were around Pansy Parkinson your knees would go weak, all your confidence would be lost and become tongue tied.
You had embarrassed yourself around her too many times so you tend to stay away from her which is not very possible as you have some of the same friends.
“Hey, what a nice surprise” Draco and his friends approach you at a Slytherin party. “Hi Draco” you say flatly “You look absolutely beautiful tonight as you always do” you don’t say anything just look at him blankly.
“How about you give me a chance, just one night. That’s all I need.” “I don’t want you or any of you, I’m going now” you try to leave but Draco follows you pleading with you. “Draco, she isn’t going to change her mind” you turn to see Pansy standing between you and Draco.
Draco gives up and turns around finding someone else to annoy. “Thanks” you manage “Anytime, they’re a bunch of animals.” Pansy sits on the couch inviting you to join her. You had to finish your drink in order to talk to her. The longer you talked to her the less intimidating she became.
“You’re quite nice” you say “what did you expect me to do?” “You’re intimidating” “I’m intimidated by you. You’re a goddess, your beauty is daunting and your clever and quite exceptional. You’re perfect in every way.” Your cheeks burn bright red “it wasn’t my intention to make you embarrassed” “it’s not your fault I have never heard someone speak about me like that.”
“Why do I not believe that? You have guys chasing after you everyday, I’ve seen it multiple times in a day” “yes but their compliments are shallow, you talk about me like I’m a person not a body.” “I don’t mean to be forward because I know you always get this from the boys here but have you ever been with a girl?” You felt overwhelmed by her inquiry. “No, I haven’t” “you know girls are gentle and loving and know how to please you” you nod “are you interested?” You sit up and look at the people around you.
“Come on gorgeous. Let’s talk in my room” Pansy reaches her hand out to you and you take it as she leads you to her dorm. She shuts the door “now you can say whatever you want without anyone having to hear.” A wave of courage washes over you “Pansy” you say carefully “yes, love?” “I want you terribly it hurts how much I want you.”
Pansy seemed caught off guard but proceeded to kiss you. Her hand grasps at your bum pulling you onto her lap as the two of you start to sensually dry hump each other. Pansy’s tongue slips into your mouth, the kiss becomes wet as the two of you slip your tongues into each other’s mouths.
As you both start to feel lust for each other, Pansy lays you down on the bed and you start to grind on each other your hips begging for more friction. You grab Pansy’s hips pushing her clothed core onto yours as you thrust your hips up with need. You let out a small moan which enables Pansy to take things further she kisses down your neck sucking on some spots. She pulls your top off and grabs your breasts while kissing your lips again.
She slides the bra strap off your shoulder and unclasps the bra from behind you. She takes it off and sucks on your nipple and flicks it with her tongue. You moan as you watch her suck desperately. Your nipples become incredibly sensitive as they’re exposed to the air.
You start to undress Pansy taking off her top revealing her braless breasts. Pansy takes off your pants leaving you in your underwear then takes off her own. You grab her breasts as she sucks on your neck. She lowers her hand to rub your clit through your underwear, you let out small moans.
“So pretty” she compliments pressing a kiss on your forehead. Pansy relaxes your body letting you lie in a comfortable position, she kisses down your stomach and stops before the elastic of your underwear. “Already so wet” she mutters and pulls them off, she spreads your legs wide and devours your pussy, sucking on your clit and using her tongue to stimulate your cunt.
You arch your back letting out loud and needy moans. “Doing so good for me darling” she slips her fingers inside you curling them to find your gspot. You grasp the sheets on the bed as you feel completely content. You reach your orgasm letting out a intense moan. Pansy comes up beside you “Do you want to take these off?” She asks grabbing the waistband of her underwear, you nod.
Your legs feel like jelly and your mind is foggy but you manage to take off her underwear and feel that same feeling as you want her again. “Lay down, I remember w first orgasm with a girl, it doesn’t compare to the guys, does it?” “I wouldn’t know” you answer, the words just slip out of your mouth. “Oh love. This is your first time?” She didn’t seem upset, you nod. “No wonder you’re already so fucked out, it’s okay though” she reassures you “you just have to lay there and I’ll take care of you.”
Pansy moves your legs so that your heat is almost touching hers, the pain and anticipation is unbearable. She finally lets herself down onto your pussy and rocks her hips back and forth slowly gaining speed.
You throw your head back moaning, Pansy brings your face back to look at her as you watch her emotions as she feels so much pleasure and she watches you. You start to gain more confidence in your movements and become in sync with Pansy’s movements. Soon enough you’re both making out and moaning against each other’s lips as you approach your second orgasm.
“You close?” Pansy mumbles against your lips “Yes” “wait for me” Pansy gains momentum and you close your eyes as you feel it coming again. “Fuck” Pansy yells as she finishes still rocking her hips and you are right behind her finishing your second orgasm. Pansy lays beside you as the two of you still in complete bliss catch your breaths.
Pansy cuddles up to you kissing your cheek “how was your first time?” “Perfect, I couldn’t have asked for anything better, I always imagined it with you.” Pansy let’s you stay the night in her dorm, everything you hoped would happen did that night.
Hiii, I have a request but it's totally fine if you don't want to do it. I know you mostly write for Draco but would you do a Pansy and fem reader where they are roommates and friends but the reader has a crush on her and one day they have a sleepover or something and they end up in the same bed and they confess their feelings. You really don't have to do it, if you don't just ignore it. Love your writing BTW ^^
Thank you so much for your request! This is my first time writing for Pansy so let me know what you think of it. Also, I honestly didn´t like Pansy in the books but I absolutely adore the way she is portrayed in most fanfics, so writing this was quite a challenge but so much fun.
Sleepover
“(Y/n). (Y/n), wake up!”
You groaned and cuddled yourself deeper into the warmth of your bed, trying to ignore the undesirable noise, disturbing your sleep. But if you had hoped that this would save you from further interruptions, you were wrong. Because just as you were ready to drift off into sleep again, your blanket was pulled away from you, exposing your heated skin to the cool air of your dorm.
Fluttery, you opened your eyes and squinted at the shadow hovering over you, your blanket still in their hand.
“For Salazar´s sake, Pansy. Why can´t you just leave me alone? I want to sleep.”, you groused, as you slowly sat up, burying your face in your hands as you tried to adapt yourself to the situation.
The girl in front of you let out a small chuckle before she threw your blanket on the opposite side of your bed and started pacing around the room.
“You don’t really want me to tell Snape that you rather slept in than join his class, do you?”, she asked, while gathering all of her belongings together.
Right now, getting in trouble with Snape was in your eyes an acceptable price for a few more hours of sleep, but you knew that the moment your mind would clear up again, you would regret this decision like no other in your entire life. Still, you needed to take a moment to get yourself together and prepare mentally for the upcoming day. So you pulled your knees to your chest and watched Pansy scurrying around. As your gaze followed her lightweight steps, you couldn’t help but wonder how she got that much energy that early in a day already. While you needed half an hour to even form a single clear thought, she was ready for the day the moment she opened her eyes. You envied her for that ability of hers, but you were also thankful for it. Because Pansy had already saved you countless times from sleeping in and getting late to class. Luckily, the girl refused to let her friend rush headlong into disaster with her eyes wide open, so she refused to leave without you, even if that meant that she had missed breakfast more than once herself.
Lost in your thoughts you watched her walking up to your closet, examining your clothes with narrowed eyes, even though she was aware of the fact that the dress code didn’t leave much room for modish freedom. Distracted by the way Pansy furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips, you didn’t even realize how she made her decision, picking out some clothes and throwing them at you.
When your robe hit your face, you flinched.
“Pansy!”, you griped, even though her actions had at least caused you to finally wake up properly.
You could see the mischievous grin playing around her lips as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at you.
“We don’t have all day, princess. Now get dressed so we can leave. I´m starving already.”
Slowly, you got out of your bed and gathered your things together. When you walked towards the bathroom sluggishly, something hit the back of your head.
“You forgot your tie.”, Pansy stated, and even though you couldn’t see her, you could hear the grin in her voice.
You rolled your eyes.
“One day I´m going to kill you.”, you mumbled, more to yourself than your friend.
“You won´t. You would be lost without me.”, Pansy contradicted.
“I wouldn’t be.”, you responded, by now with a small smile on your face as well.
Because Pansy was right. You would be lost without her indeed.
When you left the bathroom only minutes later, looking somewhat presentable, Pansy was sitting on her bed, her leg bouncing up and down impatiently. She lifted her head when she heard the door open and you noticed the hint of a smile as she stood up, handing you your bag.
“Ready?”, she asked.
You smiled at her sweetly.
“Ready.”
Pansy mirrored your smile, but then she frowned again and let out a sigh. Her bag dropped on the floor and she stepped in your way, just as you were about to leave.
“Pansy… what?”, you asked in confusion, as the girl stood in front of you, her face only centimetres away from yours, her eyes interlocked with yours.
But the girl didn’t answer. Instead, she brought her hands to your neck, making your breath hitch. Pansy´s hand slightly ghosted over your exposed skin, before grabbing the collar of your blouse. Gently, she tugged your tie under it, before turning down the collar again. You held your breath as you watched her fingers tracing down the soft fabric of your blouse, before grabbing the tie once more, fixing the knot, you had tied only loosely. You watched her fingers working wonders, fixing the mess you had made as if you were in a trance. Only when she pulled the knot so tight, you nearly choked, you came back to reality, blinking at Pansy irritated.
“I´m fixing your tie. What did you think?”, she smirked, before readjusting it one last time.
Yes, what had you been thinking? What had you been thinking, when Pansy walked up to you, stopping only centimetres away from you? When you had felt the heat she radiated and smelled her perfume? When you had felt her fingers on your skin? You didn’t know the answer to this question yourself. All you knew was that your thoughts weren’t what they were supposed to be if she would have actually been nothing but a friend to you. Pansy was a great friend for sure. She had always been, ever since you met on your first day at Hogwarts. You had been literally inseparable ever since. At first, you had been slightly scared that Pansy was simply friends with you since you were the most obvious choice. You didn’t deal much with students who weren’t in Slytherin as well, the boy´s from your year were great, but they were boys after all, Millicent was quite nice, but not exactly best friend material, and even though you got along great with Daphne, since her younger sister attended the school as well, you barely ever saw her. But as time went by, the bond between Pansy and you grew much stronger and soon you had no doubts that the two of you had so much more than just a friendship of convenience. But unfortunately, the closer the two of you grew, the more you realized that the relationship the two of you had wasn’t exactly the one you were yarning for. Because slowly, you had fallen for your so-called best friend, not even noticing it, until one day the realization had hit you like a train, catching you by surprise and never letting you go again afterwards. And the worst part about the entire situation was that you had no idea if Pansy was feeling the same way as you did. Sometimes you thought you had caught her, looking at you in a way she didn’t look at anyone else, touching you in a way she didn’t touch anyone else, laughing at your jokes as she did at nobody else´s, but then again, wasn’t that exactly what a best friend was there for? From time to time, it was quite obvious that she was flirting with you, but you were aware of the fact that this didn’t make you special. It was just one of Pansy´s traits, looking at people with doe eyes, making some casual remarks that could easily be mistaken for something else, while she just watched with amusement how people got flustered due to her actions. You had always been one of her easiest victims, letting her irritate you effortlessly, but ever since you had developed your not-so-small crush on your friend, it had gotten even worse. Pansy was fully aware of the effect she had on you, but neither you knew if she was aware of the fact that whenever you blushed deeply at her seemingly innocent comments or touches, it wasn’t only due to the fact that her flirtiness embarrassed you, but much more because it was her doing these things to you. Nor you knew if, whenever she got you into a situation like now, looking at you with innocent eyes after she had fixed your tie and nearly gave you a heart attack while doing so, she was doing it because of her playful nature and didn’t give it a second thought, or if she had some deeper intentions when it came to you. And even though you hoped for the latter, you never brought the theme up, scared that if your speculation was wrong, you might ruin everything you had built up over the last years. But then again, you knew that this was most likely only half of the truth. Because even if you would unbosom yourself to your friend and she wouldn’t return your feelings, you knew for sure that Pansy would never turn her back on you. If anything, you felt as if you would be the one who wouldn’t be able to continue the friendship, knowing that you had exposed yourself and that your feelings would always be only one-sided. You rather kept on playing pretend, living for moments like these, where Pansy stood right in front of you, tilting her head slightly, an amused grin playing around her lips as she raised an eyebrow.
“So?”
“So what?”, you asked, irritated, now that she had snatched you out of your thoughts.
“What were you thinking I was doing?”, Pansy asked in a honeyed voice, her grin only growing wider as she noticed the faint blush creeping on your cheeks, even though you tried your best to hide it.
You returned her gaze for a few seconds, before you cleared your throat, trying to give your face an unimpressed-looking expression.
“I was thinking that you were complaining about the possibility of you starving if you won´t get some food any time soon only minutes ago and now you´re the one wasting time.” Your voice was slightly shaky, but you withstood Pansy´s glare without blinking once.
The girl narrowed her eyes, looking deep into yours, making you feel like she could stare all the way down to the bottom of your soul. It made your heart beat faster as her look gave you goosebumps while carving into your heart at the same time.
But the moment passed, and Pansy tore her gaze apart again and took a step back.
“What are we waiting for then?”, she asked, in a more normal voice now, picking up her bag, before turning on her heel and strutting through the door of your dorm.
You quickly picked up your things as well, before you followed shortly after her. As you watched her lightweight walk and heard her chirping voice as she rambled about the upcoming classes, you shook your head slightly in resignation. That girl would be the death of you.
Later that day, you were sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall with Pansy and some of your friends. Suddenly Pansy nudged you and you looked at her in confusion.
“What is it?”
“I was thinking.”
You sighed.
“That doesn’t mean anything good.”
“Oh, this one is really good, trust me.”
Obviously, you trusted her, but you were also aware of the fact that this wasn’t always the best idea.
“Well, you care to tell me then?”
You could see Pansy puffing her chest proudly as she smiled at you.
“We will have a sleepover.”
She looked at you excitedly, expecting you to share her enthusiasm, but you were rather irritated.
“We?”
“Yes, we. Just the two of us. Millicent is away over the weekend, visiting her family. And Daphne will probably hang out with Astoria. It´s the perfect chance.”
“Pansy don’t get me wrong, but we share a dorm anyway. So, isn’t every night a sleepover somehow?”
Pansy shook her head before she looked at you slightly disappointed and pouted.
“But we could steal some snacks from the kitchen and play some wizarding chess or Pygmy Puff Pelmanism.” She hesitated for a moment before she added: “We could even watch one of those muggle movies you love so much.”
A small smile crept on your face as you saw Pansy glancing at you hopefully.
“No need to convince me, Pansy. I´m in.”
Your friend let out a sigh and mirrored your smile. But before the two of you could get more into detail about your planning, you were interrupted by no other than Draco, who had listened to your conversation as well.
“Care to invite us too?”, he asked with a sly grin on his face.
“Girls only, Draco.”, Pansy snapped.
“Unless you want to show up in a dress and let us braid your hair.”, you teased, making Draco grumble something incomprehensible.
“Leave them Draco. Our girls want some privacy.”, Blaise joined the conversation with a small grin on his face as his eyes shifted from you to Pansy, making you flush for no reason.
And when Pansy leant her head against your shoulder, glaring at Draco, saying “Exactly.” in a contented voice, the blush on your cheeks only darkened and you quickly looked down at your food again, shoving another fork into your mouth, so you wouldn’t have to say anything about it. But when Blaise winked at you, you had the strong suspicion that your silence spoke volumes.
The weekend came and Millicent indeed visited her parents and Daphne indeed stayed in her sister´s room, seemingly preferring her company, which at this point neither Pansy nor you minded. Over the day, you had sneaked into the castle´s kitchen, sweet-talking the house elves into handing you some snacks. While in the beginning, the elves hesitated, not sure whether they were allowed to or not, once they finally decided to help you out, they eagerly gathered some things together. When you finally left the kitchen again, you were loaded with tons of pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs and sherbet lemons, as well as popcorn and crisps and -your personal favourite- many fruits, some of them dipped in chocolate. You highly doubted that you would be able to eat only half of the things the house elves had given you, but that was a problem for another day and you had no doubt that Blaise and Draco -who still held a grudge against you for not letting him join- would mind helping you out with the leftovers.
When you entered your dorm, Pansy had already prepared everything for the upcoming evening. She had dimmed the light, gathering all the pillows and blankets and had thrown them onto her bed, making it look even cosier than usual. When Pansy saw you struggle to open the door, since both of your hands were clenching onto the food, she was quick to join you and give you a helping hand, you accepted thankfully.
The evening launched easily, with the two of you playing some batches of wizarding chess, but after you had beaten Pansy for the third time in a row, the girl let herself fall back onto her bed and pulled a face.
“Rematch?”, you asked, with a smug grin on your face.
You knew very well how much Pansy hated to lose, even if this game was just for fun and even if it was against you.
“Nope.”, she plainly said, as she stared at the ceiling, ignoring you completely, while the grin on your face only widened.
“C´mon, I might even let you win.”, you teased as you nudged your friend playfully.
“As if I would be in need of you taking pity on me.”, Pansy snapped. “This game is just boring. I want to do something else.” Her voice sounded demanding.
You sighed.
“Alright, what you got in mind?"
When Pansy realized you had given in and didn’t insist on yet another batch, she sat up again and looked at you, with a now much more pleased look on her face.
“Watching a movie?”, she suggested.
You raised an eyebrow.
“You know muggle stuff doesn’t work in this school, don’t you?”, you asked.
This time it was on Pansy to grin superiorly.
“Only if you don’t know how to use it.”, she responded, pointing at the projector next to her bed, which you hadn’t noticed yet. “It´s enchanted.”, she added, as she noticed your sceptical glare.
“Where did you get this from?”, you asked, still slightly suspicious.
“That Gryffindor mudblood. Creevey. He gave it to me.”
You eyed Pansy from the side, now even more suspicious.
“He gave it to you?”
“I just said so, didn’t I?”
“Voluntarily?”
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“Yes (Y/n). Voluntarily. Believe it or not. But I had to pay a high price for this, so we better use it, so all of this wasn’t for nothing.”
Your suspiciousness turned into curiousness, now that Pansy had assured you that she -at least you hoped so- hadn’t tortured some students, even though they were just mudbloods, to get what she wanted. You brought your knees to your chest and rested your head on them as looked at the girl with narrowed eyes.
“Why did you even get this?”
“To watch a movie, obviously.”
“But you hate muggle movies.”
“And you love them. Salazar, (Y/n). I want to do you a favour just once and all you do is question it.”, Pansy responded, sounding slightly annoyed.
You chuckled and raised your hands in defence, as you tried to ignore the pleasant warmth that spread across your body when you thought of the fact that Pansy had done all of this for you.
“Okay, sorry. I won´t complain any longer.”
“You better won´t.”, she grumbled, but you could see the familiar playful sparkle shimmering in her eyes as she did so.
“So, what movie do you want to watch?”
Pansy shrugged her shoulders.
“I don’t know. You choose.”
She pulled out a stack of videos and handed them to you. You raised an eyebrow.
“You don´t have them from Creevy as well, do you?”
Pansy shook her head.
“How do you know?”
“Wouldn’t take him for someone who watches romantic comedies mainly.”
Your friend frowned.
“Romantic what?”
You sighed.
“Nevermind. Where did you get them from then?”
When Pansy didn’t answer, you looked up and you could see a slight rosy shimmer on her cheeks as she avoided your gaze. You sighed once more.
“Do I even want to know?”
Pansy shook her head firmly.
“I thought so.”, you grinned.
“Can you finally choose something? If you keep on just sitting there and staring at me, we will still sit here tomorrow.”
“Hey, don’t pressure me!”, you laughed. “I know that the audience has a very particular taste today.”
And Pansy couldn’t argue with that.
Your eyes were glued on the improvised screen you had built up on the other side of the room. After almost three hours, all hope of an actual happy end was gone as the girl finally let go of the boy to save herself. You had cuddled up in a blanket, the sweets by your side long forgotten, totally consumed by the events on the screen. But while the silence of the movie was almost unbearable, suddenly another sound caught your attention.
When you glanced to the side, you saw Pansy huddled together, the eyes were fixed on the screen as well, looking dangerously watery. She didn’t notice your glare, as she sniffed quietly and wiped away a tear that managed to escape her eye. You weren’t quite sure what to do. Pansy wasn’t one to show her emotions easily. It concerned you to see her like that but at the same time, you were amused by the fact that a “stupid muggle movie” made her that emotional. You had no doubt that Pansy would deny that she even cared about the events on the screen at all and would probably turn down any effort of yours trying to comfort her.
But when another sniff broke the silence, you decided that you didn’t care about the pride of your friend and shuffled a bit closer to her. Pansy didn’t even notice what you were doing until your arm slightly brushed against hers. The girl flinched as she turned around, looking at you with widened eyes.
“You´re okay?”, you asked in a low voice.
Pansy blinked a few times, before she took a deep breath and made a haughty face, even though her eyes were still glossy.
“Of course I am.”, she stated. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
She glared at you defiantly.
You shrugged your shoulders.
“Just wanted to make sure.”
Then you turned your attention back to the screen, where the girl was just pulled out of the water, finally getting saved. But you got distracted again soon enough when you suddenly felt something brushing against the back of your hand. You looked down and saw Pansy carefully placing her hand right next to yours. But when you looked up at the girl, her gaze was fixed on the screen again, paying no attention to you. So you did the same, turning your head again. Still, the feeling of Pansy´s hand so close to yours already made your heart beat faster.
You weren’t quite sure how you gathered the courage to do so, but instead of just ignoring the feeling, you slightly moved your hand yourself, bringing it even closer to Pansy´s. And when the both of you continued the game, pretending you didn’t even notice, in a matter of minutes, your hand lay in hers, fingers intertwined. By now, you couldn’t care less about the movie, and even if you would have wanted to, you didn’t catch a single thing that was happening. Your heart was beating in your chest so loud, you wondered if Pansy heard it. And if she didn’t, you had no doubt that she could feel the pulse in your fingertips, unnaturally fast. All you could focus on, all you could feel, was Pansy´s hand in yours, her arm against yours and suddenly also her head resting on your shoulder. You felt your breath flatten, as you breathed in the intoxicating smell of her shampoo and felt her hair tickling the soft skin under your chin. You had to fight the shiver, threatening to shake your body at the feeling of her closeness, but nevertheless, you felt the goosebumps creeping over your skin.
But just as you had found the most comfortable position and your pulse slowly started to normalise again, the movie was over and the screen went black. Still, you didn’t dare to move, remaining in your position as if you were frozen in your place.
It was Pansy who sat up straight again first, stretching her stiff limbs, as you just watched her in awe, as she squinted her eyes and let out a small sigh. Then she fell back onto the bed and returned your gaze.
“Staring is unpolite (Y/n).”, she giggled, as you just couldn’t tear your gaze apart from her.
You felt your face heating up as you quickly turned your head and cleared your throat.
“So how did you like it?”, you asked.
“The movie or…”
“The movie.”, you responded quickly before Pansy could even finish her sentence.
Pansy shrugged her shoulders.
“It was alright I guess.”
You looked at your friend with widened eyes.
“Alright? You want to tell me it was alright? This is a cinematic masterpiece!”
“Well, I´m sure it is. For muggles. But we should have some higher standards. It needs more than this to impress me.”
“That´s probably also the reason you teared up, isn’t it? Because you were absolutely unimpressed.”, you teased her.
“I didn’t tear up. I just had something in my eye.”
Her voice would have probably convinced anybody else, but you knew Pansy for way too long to let her fool you. And the way she avoided your gaze confirmed your suspicion. But you didn’t want to ruin the night by starting a discussion because you knew very well that even though you were right, you wouldn’t be able to win an argument against Pansy once she was determined to not let you do so.
So instead, you just let out a small sigh and sank back into the pillows, turning your head to look at her.
“Whatever you say.”
Only then Pansy looked at you, a sweet smile on her face that rewarded you for your decision to bite your tongue. You frowned. The girl had you wrapped around her finger and the worst thing was that she knew it herself.
Pansy let out a small yawn and you looked at your watch. It was already far after midnight.
“We should probably get to bed.”, you said, yawning yourself.
Pansy raised an eyebrow.
“We´re already in bed (Y/n).” You rolled your eyes and your friend let out a small chuckle before she added: “But if you want to, we can also go to sleep.”
“You´re so kind, Pansy. Thanks for giving me permission.”, you smiled sweetly, your voice oozing with sarcasm.
“That´s just the way I am.”, the girl responded, in a tone that sounded dead seriously.
You let out a small laugh.
“You think many people would agree on that?”
It wasn’t a secret that Pansy was anything but a kind person in general. She knew it herself and you knew that she couldn’t care less about what others thought about her. Either they liked her for the way she was or they didn’t. That wasn’t on her. And this was one of the things you loved her even more for.
Pansy grinned at you slyly.
“Why would I care about what others think about me?” She shuffled a bit closer to you and locked her eyes with yours. “As long as you think so, I really don’t care about anyone else.”
You felt your heartbeat quicken once more. And once more you wondered about the fact that Pansy almost playfully managed to shift your mind from joking around with a simple good friend, to not being able to focus on anything else, but on how close said friend was to you and how beautiful she looked as she glanced up to you through her long lashes.
“What are you thinking (Y/n)?”, she whispered, as she shifted closer to you once more.
I think about how much I love you. And how all I want to do right now is kiss you.
“I… I think that I still need to brush my teeth.”, you mumbled, making Pansy laugh.
“Not exactly what I hoped for, but go ahead.”
And when you stood in the bathroom minutes later, you couldn’t help but wonder, what would have been the answer Pansy had been hoping for.
You had finally cuddled up in the blankets, letting out a comfortable sigh. Pansy was lying only centimetres away from you. When you had been younger, you had shared your bed much more often, mostly when one of you had been scared because of a storm raging outside, or when one of you had been sad and the other one had tried to comfort her. However, this had happened rather rarely in the last few months, not only because neither of you was scared of thunders anymore, but also because you avoided being close to Pansy like that, not willing to confuse your mind even more than it already was.
But tonight, you couldn’t think of a single reason why you shouldn’t cuddle up right next to Pansy after she had begged you to do so. And who were you to deny her?
So now, you were laying beside her, as Pansy turned off the lights with a swish of her wand. It was pitch dark, but after a few moments, your eyes slowly got used to the dim light of the moon, shining through the windows of your dorm.
When you heard some rustling beside you, you turned to your side, now facing Pansy. The girl had done just the same, her face only centimetres away from yours. Her eyes were closed and her breath was slow and steady. You couldn’t help your eyes dart from every single detail of her face to the next. Her lips were slightly parted and her hair reflected the moonlight, making her look angelic. Pansy´s face looked relaxed, almost peaceful. Whenever she was awake, she was frowning oh so slightly or wrinkling her nose, even when she was smiling. You thought even then she was the most beautiful human being, but right now that her facial features had softened and she looked like there was nothing to worry about in that world, she looked just breathtaking. A single strand of hair was falling into her face. Carefully, you raised your hand, tucking it behind her ear. You let your fingertips caress the soft skin of her cheeks tenderly before you pulled back again.
“You´re so beautiful, you know that?”, you whispered into the silence.
When Pansy´s eyes fluttered open, you flinched, just thankful that in the dim light, she wouldn’t be able to see you blush. The girl blinked at you sleepily.
“Did you say something?”, she asked, her voice already slightly raspy from tiredness.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
But Pansy just smiled at you lazily.
“No need to apologize.”
For the next couple of minutes, the two of you just lay there, eyes locked with one another. You had no doubt you could spend the rest of your life like that. It would never get boring to watch her. To observe the way her eyes sparkled, not only because of the moonlight shimmering in them but also because of that certain expression in her eyes that she always held, even now when there was no one there except for the two of you.
You didn’t know how much time had passed. Most likely it had been only a few minutes, but it had felt like an eternity. But then again, it still hadn’t been enough for you. You could have gone on like this forever. But suddenly, Pansy bit her lips, holding back a small smile. You wanted to ask her what was going on, but you were scared to break the silence between the two of you, which almost felt magical. So instead of speaking up, you only raised an eyebrow silently. It was Pansy who broke the spell.
“So, you´re gonna kiss me?”, she asked, as if it was the most casual thing to do.
But it wasn’t. Not to you. And that’s why you almost choked on the air, as you heard her saying this.
“I´m sorry, what?”, you wheezed out, trying to give your voice a normal sound but you knew that the attempt was doomed to failure.
Pansy just let out a small chuckle of amusement as she observed your reaction closely.
“You look at me like you want to kiss me. So will you?”
Your heart dropped. Had you really been that obvious?
“I…no! I didn’t look at you like I… I mean I didn’t mean to look at you like I… I would never… Not because I wouldn’t… well theoretically and objectively speaking. But you are you and I am me and we are friends and...”
“Calm down. I was just joking.”, Pansy finally took pity on your stuttering.
“You were… Merlin, Pansy. You can´t do that to me.”, you stated and let yourself fall back into the pillows with a heavy sigh.
Pansy rested her head on her arm and looked at you with narrowed eyes and a pleased grin on her face.
“Why not?”
“Why not? Because it´s weird and I don’t know how to react and I…I don’t know, it´s just weird.”
“I think it´s cute.”, Pansy stated, her gaze still fixed on you. “You´re always so adorable when it comes to this.”
“To this?”
“To this.”, Pansy confirmed, as she shuffled closer.
You gulped heavily even though your throat was dry.
“So, do you?”, Pansy spoke up again, after a few moments of silence.
“Do I what?”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Yes. Of course, you wanted to. But how were you supposed to tell her? At least, without making a complete fool out of yourself?
“You know the answer.”, you mumbled.
“Do I?”
“You do.”
Silence.
“I wouldn’t mind, you know?”, Pansy spoke up again.
You sighed.
“You wouldn’t mind what?”
“If you would kiss me. I really wouldn’t mind (Y/n).”
Your gaze shot up and you glanced at Pansy, who was grinning at you with the playful sparkle in her eyes you adored so much. But right now, you just wished she would close her eyes and go back to sleep. You wished you had never woken her up. Wished, you had never agreed to that sleepover in the first place. Because little did Pansy know how much you wanted these words to be actually true. You wanted to kiss her, wanted her to not only not mind that you did so but wanted her to want it too. But you also knew that these were just empty words after all and Pansy most likely didn’t have any intention to actually kiss you. At least not for the same reason you wanted to kiss her.
When Pansy looked at you questioningly, you sighed.
“You need to stop doing this.”, you said in a low voice.
Pansy frowned.
“Doing what?”
“This… flirting thing.”
“Flirting thing?”, Pansy echoed, and you could hear the amusement in her voice.
“Yes, Pansy. All those glances and these comments. That needs to stop.”
When she heard how serious your voice sounded, the girl´s smile dropped.
But why? I thought…”
“No. I don’t think you thought about that at all. Do you have any idea how confusing this is?”, you contradicted vehemently. “I mean, we´re friends, but then you´re doing these things and it makes me think that you might want more. But just when I think I´ve finally figured it out, you´re doing this with everyone else as well. All of this is just so… irritating. I have absolutely no idea what you want. What you want from me. And what you want us to be. You have no idea how frustrating this is. I just… I need you to be clear for once or else all of this is driving me mad.”
The moment you finished your speech, you felt a wave of guilt flushing over you. You hadn’t meant to raise your voice like that, hadn’t meant to be so harsh. But maybe it was for the better like this. Maybe Pansy would finally be clear once and for all. Even though you feared her answer just as much as you wanted it.
Pansy looked at you with widened eyes, her mouth slightly agape. Outbursts like these were quite unusual for you, especially in situations like this. Normally you just swallowed it down, but at this point, you finally had snapped. But as you saw the look on Pansy´s face, you remembered why you normally didn’t. It just felt horrible seeing her like that, especially if you knew that you were the reason for it.
“I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
But your apology was ended abruptly as some soft lips crushed on yours without a warning. You froze; completely flabbergasted. After a few seconds, Pansy pulled away again. She smiled at you, but it looked different than any smile you had ever seen on her face. It looked restrainedly, almost shy.
“I love you (Y/n).”, Pansy said, the small smile still playing around her lips. “Is that clear enough?”
But instead of answering her, you leant forwards and pulled Pansy in yet another kiss. Unlike you, it took Pansy no time to return the kiss; her lips moving against yours so effortlessly as if you had done so a thousand times before. You cupped her cheeks in your hands, pulling her only closer as you deepened the kiss.
When you pulled back, the both of you were panting heavily. Pansy looked at you in awe and you returned her look just the same. Your thumb brushed over her swollen lips tenderly, as she rested her forehead against yours.
“So, I take that as a yes?”, she whispered against your lips, making you grin.
“It is. I don’t feel like you could have been any clearer.”
“You know I can be very convincing.”, Pansy chuckled.
“There´s no need to convince me anymore. You already have.”, you responded.
“Are you sure of that? It might take another kiss. You know, just to make sure.”
And this time, the kiss was much more tender, as you took your time, knowing you would have all the time in the world to discover every single facet of this newfound side of your relationship.
When you pulled back again, you smiled at Pansy sheepishly, who returned your gaze just the same.
“I love you too.”, you said, your hands by now tangled in her hair, while hers rested on your neck.
Pansy raised an eyebrow teasingly.
“Don’t you say.”
When you were lying in bed later that night, cuddled together and almost drifting off into sleep, Pansy spoke up once more.
“You know you´re the only one I ever laid my eyes on, don’t you? I never flirted with anyone else. Not the way I did with you.”
You hummed in response.
“I just never have been sure if you were like that because that´s just what you are like or because you wanted me too.”
Pansy chuckled.
“And I always thought I was too obvious. Especially after Blaise told me he knew what was going on. But you just seemed to be oblivious to anything I did. And I wasn’t quite sure if you actually didn’t notice or just decided to ignore me because you didn’t want us to be more than this. Well, not this, but what we used to be. Before tonight.”
You smiled as well.
“I always thought the same, you know? I always thought I would be so obvious. I mean, any time you made a comment I made a complete fool out of myself. Not to mention my face always gave it away anyways. I felt like I looked like a tomato whenever you were near.”
Pansy laughed quietly before she pecked your lips.
“But you´re the cutest tomato I´ve ever seen.”
“Oh, just shut up.”, you grumbled, feeling your face heating up again already.
“You better got some powerful arguments if you want me to.”, the girl responded.
And when you sat up slightly before bending down again, your lips on Pansy´s, the two of you knew that it wouldn’t need any further persuasion than this.
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“pansy, that’s disgusting.” you said, revolted, watching your girlfriend pull one of the nerves of the cut-up frog on the tray between you two.
with a pinch of that specific nerve, the frog would flinch up, despite being dead already.
“why?” she said, pinching the nerve to match the syllable. “it’s just nature.” she said, picking up the frog with her gloved hands and going to put it towards you.
but you were too fast, and sped to the other side of the table, your feet faced away from each other, trying to predict her next move.
then, with a calm expression taking over the smirk on her lips (and somehow in her pupils), she put the frog back on the tray, facing up.
“truce?” she said, holding out her blue-gloved pinky.
suspiciously, you stepped closer, sliding the tray with the amphibian corpse to the other side, so she couldn’t make any sudden movements again.
then, sighing, you took her pinky in yours, squeezing it. “okay.” you said, giving her a quick peck on the lips, missing the slight blush that tinged her cheeks when you did.
“okay.” she smiled at you as you came around the table to take her side. “so, what’s next, love? we’ve already taken out the lungs,” pansy explained, wiggling the pair of lungs in the air between her forceps. “so last before the spell is…”
“the heart.” you frowned, looking to your right, where the frog laid, lifeless.
“don’t worry, my sweet.” pansy said, kissing your ear before going over to bring the frog back. “if we do this right, we’ll be able to bring him back.” she smiled at you, before looking back down at the frog.
“okay, let’s get started!” you beamed, gathering the materials needed for the last procedure.
after about ten minutes, you were able to extract the heart, leaving the frog empty of organs in its body, hollow.
“okay, now all the spell calls for is a pinch of living blood.” pansy said, immediately volunteering herself over you as she poked a thumbtack into her forearm. “ouch.” she muttered between her breath, making a face that made your heart twist.
“i hope this works.” you said, looking over at the frog one last time before dripping the blood inside the hollowed out carcass as you stepped back.
lacing your fingers with hers, you turned to the frog before saying the spell.
“ready?” pansy turned her head to you momentarily before you nodded, each of you holding your wand in opposite hands.
waving your wands, you directed the spell towards the corpse before saying the spell. “vivacorpus!”
then, as magical as you were, there you stood, stunned. the frog’s body had been healed, now looking meaty and whole again as it turned off its back to hop over the table and towards you.
hopping over to your girlfriend, you let go of her hand as she bent down to pick it up. “aww!” pansy said, holding the frog sweetly to her chest. “i’m gonna name you “heart.””
curious, you quirked a brow, exchanging a quick glance with the frog’s full-of-life eyes.
“why heart?” you asked, now stepping a little closer, seeing that the frog was calm.
“because you have mine. and now that he has my blood, technically, so does he!” she smiled, contently, rubbing the frog’s back.
with a flat look, you stared at heart, then back up at your girlfriend. “you’re saying i have to compete with a frog now?”
“aw, sweetheart,” pansy said, pulling you closer, against your wishes. then, with a gentle kiss on the lips that made your stomach tingle, you smiled. “you will never have to compete for me.”
“hm,” you hummed, a sweetness to your tone. “i love y-“
“he literally has my blood. there’s no point in competing to lose!” she said, laughing as you shoved her to the side.
“mommy, please” pansy begged for the tenth time that day, she’d been itchy for hours and needed a release, but you of course had to tease your princess a little more. “no.” you let out bluntly, turning towards your assignment again and completely ignoring the squirmy girl behind you on the bed.
“ugh! i hate you, you’re so annoying.” pansy whined into her pillow, starting to feel desperate. you dropped your pen, turning around in your chair, “wanna say that again, pretty baby?” you asked, eyebrows raised as you waited for her to reply. “i said i hate you, and you’re annoying.” she repeated.
“you know that it’s not just because i love you that you’ll get away with this stuff, bend over my lap.” you stated firmly, patting your lap. “no, mommy m’sorry-“ you put your finger over her lips, shushing her. “should’ve thought about that before you said that about mommy.”
she positions herself over your thighs, “what colour baby?” you ask, to make sure that what you were doing was okay. “green.” at that, you pulled her skirt up and let her underwear hang on her ankles, pinching her but cheek making her squirm in your hold. “stay still.”
you spanked her once, watching her ass jiggle slightly and the redness start to appear. then doing it again and again, until she’s on her last count and you watch arousal drip down between her legs. “what a filthy slut,” you smirked, stroking her ass cheeks to soothe her.
you let her cling to you like a koala as you bring her over to your bed, pansy now a stuttering mess. “use your voice baby, what does my pretty girl want?” you cooed, your words making her even more flustered. she refused to speak, hiding her face in your chest and whining, “aww,” you faked a frown. “my little slut isn’t going to speak? what a shame, guess we won’t continue then.”
“no! p-please mommy.”
“hm?” you hum, having way to much fun at teasing her. you laughed at her puppy dog eyes, caressing her face as she leaned into your palm. “please what, little one?” she looked away, biting her lip and clenching her hands on your shirt, turning them into fists. “i-i wanna- can i ride your face?” she asks hopeful.
“yes you can, angel.”
she slowly climbs on top of you, still hesitant to put her whole weight down on you fully since she had never ridden your face before. you grab her thighs, pulling her down, pansy gasping at the sudden waves of pleasure that she was receiving, putting her hands on your chest to brace herself, finally starting to grind down more confidently.
guiding her down against your mouth, you’re please as you start to hear your girlfriend’s soft moans. “s’good, mommy.” she whined as your tongue lapped up against her folds, “all mine, pretty baby.” you whispered, pushing two of your fingers inside her and hitting her spongy spot.
pansy enjoyed every second of it, feeling like she’d drown in pleasure as you picked up your pace, pounding your fingers inside her as your tongue rubbed at her clit. “mommy, i’m c-close.” it all became too much for pansy, the way you were stretching your fingers to spread out her tight walls making her want to scream, luckily the walls of hogwarts were thick.
pansy’s orgasm washed over her, you cleaned her up with your tongue as you hummed. “taste s’good, dollface.” you smiled, letting her get up from your face and lay down next to you. you helped her get into the shower, pansy sitting between your legs as you bathed her, and getting into the comfiest matching pijamas you had.
she snuggled up against you, while you peppered kisses all over her face. “you did so good my love. my best girl, you mean everything to me, i love you so much. i’m so proud of you.” pansy happily took in the praises as she hugged you. “now let me take care of you okay?” you grinned, stroking her hair.
“m’kay. love you too.”
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♥︎ pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!houseneutral!reader, implied cedric diggory x reader
♥︎ summary: your boyfriend doesn’t please you, so pansy does.
♥︎ requested: yes | no
♥︎ warnings: talking about shitty sex, hickies, fingering, f. oral
♥︎ a/n: i listened to “not fair” while writing the beginning <3and obviously, i don’t condone cheating outside of fanfiction, no hate to cedric :) also... i’m pretty happy about the fact that i used my own gif. isn't that nice? ok i’m sorry, i’m done with my a/n now skdjsjsksp
“he sketches me in class, y’know? it’s not just romantic either, he’s really good,”
you picked petals off of a flower from the bouquet cedric had given you. across from your bed was pansy’s, and she was listening to every detail of your ramble about cedric. you’d been with him for months, but something, call it intuition, told her there was a reason you were so apparently head over heels today. “oh! and he writes me poetry, have i mentioned that? ced’ has such a way with words, pansy, i swear.”
“anything he can’t do?” pansy laughed. “you haven’t shut up about him, did he finally fuck you or something?” you blinked at pansy’s sneering and looked away, a bit too quickly. her playfulness grew mischievous and she all but ran to the foot of your bed, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “oh my stars, he did. as your best friend, i demand you tell me everything.”
the heat in your cheeks wasn’t because pansy was wrong but because of another reason. two reasons, to be honest, but you’d only be sharing one of them. “‘course but... you’ve got to swear you won't tell anyone,” you announced. pansy grinned, holding her pinky out to seal the promise. gulping, you nodded. “well... you know how you asked if there's anything cedric can’t do?”
pansy’s eyes widened immediately, understanding. “no way,” she scanned you for a sign that you were joking. “y/n, diggory can’t make you cum?”
“keep your voice down!” you whisper yelled, embarrassed. “we’ve done it a couple of times and... i don’t know. i just didn’t like it. earlier, i was sorta reminding myself how great he is outside of bed when i was going on about him, so i wouldn’t feel bad. but never mind that, sex is overrated.”
eyebrow raised, pansy moved closer to you. not just closer, but close enough to see the different specks of colour in her eyes and each of her freckles clearly. “is it?” her tone changed and her fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. bringing her lips to the now exposed skin, she whispered, sending chills down your neck. “or is cedric eye-candy diggory what’s overrated?”
“i─ i don’t,” you stammered, flustered by what she was implying, and even more flustered by the fact that she was right. she was close enough to kiss you now, but for some reason held back. “pansy.”
pansy smirked, making a familiar wetness meet your clothed pussy. familiar not because of cedric, but because of the thoughts about your best friend that you’d pushed aside since you’d started dating him. “pansy what? use your words, love,” her voice was like sticky sweet honey the dirtier they got. “or would you rather i use mine? diggory isn’t the only one who has a way with words, judging by how you’re clenching your thighs.”
“pansy...” you repeated. then you gave in. and as soon as you did, pansy looked like christmas had come early. “please fuck me right, you’re right about him.”
“i know that, baby.” the nicknames weren’t new, but she’d never used them like this with you, and you couldn’t say you were complaining. with a rough push and reposition, you were on your back and pansy was pinning you down. your body was now at her disposal.
“i wanted him to make me feel good,” you admitted, talking about more than just your sexual relationship. pansy hummed in acknowledgment and you kept going while her fingers trailed your skirt-covered legs. “but he never does. i always want more than he can give me.”
“i’ll give it to you, y/n,” her voice became tender for just a moment and then sultry once more. “pinky promise, love.” using both hands, she pulled your skirt down to your ankles slowly. next was your cotton panties, allowing cold air to hit your wet pussy sharply. the garments were thrown to the ground by pansy’s manicured fingers and her plump lips pressed a kiss onto your thigh.
“mm,” you bit down a gasp, pansy’s thumb had pressed harshly on your clit. two other fingers worked simultaneously between your lips, feeling the arousal that had made its way there. remembering how cedric had done the bare minimum, leading you to faking your orgasm, her focus made it all the better.
there was nothing pansy wanted more than to see your lips paint her body and to feel her clit on yours, raw friction mixing with cum. but this was about you and giving you what pansy thought you so deserved. she licked up your slit, through your folds, getting a taste of you. to her ecstasy, you moaned and didn’t even try to silence yourself. “my, my, darling,” pansy swirled her tongue around your clit, enjoying every second of it. “such a pretty pussy and pretty moans, how come he didn’t treat you like he should’ve? my poor thing...”
thrusting not one, but three fingers into your entrance, pansy filled you up and you moaned louder than before. “so warm and tight, what a shame you haven’t been fucked right yet.” her fingers pumped, in and away from the deeper parts of you she could reach. your moans grew rapid and you started to cry her name when she started to scissor her fingers and curl them in your good spot. feeling more than any other time you’d done this, you clenched around her and felt bliss, an incredible feeling that elicited moaned screams right from your throat.
“i love how you sound when you say my name, darling.” pansy pulled her fingers out of, sucking them clean one by one. it was messy, your cum splashed on her now red lips, dripping off of her bottom one. “you taste so wonderful, i’m sure you won’t mind if i devour you now?”
nodding frantically, you spread your legs even more than they already were. “yes please, pans,” you begged. now that you knew what it felt like to have someone know how to touch you, you couldn’t get enough. like she'd expected nothing else, pansy licked her lips at your pussy and smiled. “hold tight, y/n,”
her mouth attached to your swollen clit, giving you soft suction. you screamed at the oversensitivity, but didn’t want her to stop for even a moment. she tugged your folds with her teeth, the tease daring you to ask for more. “i want your mouth so bad, pansy, please stop teasing,” you whimpered.
your hands flew to her hair, grabbing hold when she really went to work on you. you’d never heard yourself moan so much or felt such a euphoric physical pleasure and pansy knew it, her prideful grin meeting your cunt. slipping her tongue into your entrance, it became clear you wouldn't last much longer. with her infamous confidence, pansy gripped the outside of your thighs and buried herself in between you, letting you cum on her lips and tongue.
laying beside your panting state, pansy swallowed the release visibly as she looked into your eyes. the silence that followed surprisingly wasn’t awkward, it was somehow beautiful. “did you feel good, y/n?” of course, she knew. but eyes sparkling, she wanted to hear you say it.
“so good, pansy,” you pulled her close, smiling at the feeling of her skin ghosting yours. “i love you.” you shocked even yourself by saying those words after ignoring them for so long. please answer, you thought to yourself.
“i love you too, y/n.”
the second thing cedric couldn’t do was obvious, but you still didn't say it... you thought the way you held her in your arms was enough. cedric diggory couldn’t and never could be pansy parkinson.
“just because he was rubbish, doesn’t mean i am. ready for me to repay the favour?”
Green had always been Pansy’s favorite colour. It reminded her of loyalty, family, somewhere she belonged. Strange, how years later, she felt the same way when she found herself looking into his eyes.
Green. They were green.
Green had always been Neville’s favorite colour. It reminded him of new life, creating something from nothing, a place he belonged. Strange how, all these years later, he found himself drawn to a girl who was the epitome of the colour itself.
➤ Warnings: alcohol consumption, light cursing, hints of homophobic parents.. i think that’s all
➤ Word count: 2.4k
➤ a/n: the ending is rushed oops. unedited. if this doesn’t get at least 30 likes, i’m quitting.
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You weren’t sure how it happened. Or maybe you know exactly how it happened, every movement leading up to it, but you just didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to remember.
It was all very simple, how it started.
You and your best friend, pansy parkinson, shared a dorm. Have shared a dorm for years. And you guys made it a habit to stay up late every saturday, later than anyone else in the castle.
It was just another one of those nights.
In the confinement’s of pansy’s bed curtains, you had a bottle of fire whiskey being passed around between you two.
The air around was filled with your quiet giggles and hushed whispers.
The alcohol no longer stung going down and maybe that should have been your first sign to go to sleep.
Or maybe the fact that pansy tended to get more affectionate the tipsier she got.
Her hand was on your thigh. It was an innocent touch, but the whiskey seemed to heightened your senses.
It wasn’t on purpose, you were sure, but she was absentmindedly caressing you. The warmth of her hand sending shock waves through you.
And then, someone leaned in.
All you remembered were the softness of her lips and the taste of cherry’s. The taste of her.
It was a short, sweet kiss. It was hesitant tugging of lips and dubious brushes of tongues.
Pulling back from the kiss, you both seemed to sober up. Your heart pounding so hard, you were scared she’d be able to hear it in the now silent room. But then she laughed, a giggle escaping through her swollen lips.
She had to cover her mouth with her hand, the sounds of her laugh escaping through the cracks. Her eyes flickering with incredulity.
Your cheeks felt heavy when you lifted your lips in a smile, forcing a low laugh out. You didn’t find the situation funny, you didn’t know why then.
She sighed, her voice shaky from heavy breaths. “Y/n,” She slurred, maybe the taste of you hadn’t subdued the intoxication of whiskey, like hers had you. “you’re the bestest best friend,”
She threw her arms around you, her head burrowing into the crook of your neck. You patted her arm softly.
“Pans, maybe we should-“ Your hesitated word’s were cut off with soft snoring.
Looking down, she fell asleep on your shoulder, mouth slightly agape.
The soft chuckle that came out of your mouth, had been real this time. Eyes softening at her sleeping face.
You hadn’t brought up the night. Nor had she. You weren’t even sure if she remembered, so you kept the precious moment to yourself.
One taste of pansy, had ruined your life. You were sure of it.
Because here you were; seeing things you had never seen before.
Like how her hair flowed, falling above her collarbones, begging for your fingers to run through. Or the curve of her nose, small and constellated with freckles, you were sure you counted each one by now. Or the shape of her eyes, a temple to irises that looked like a bowl of honey.
Even her voice, her laugh. People would call it more like shrieking. Well, you’d call them stupid. Her laugh was melodic, better than music. And her voice was soft, comforting and calm when around people she cared for.
You didn’t want to notice these things.
You didn’t want to notice the curve of her shoulders. The feel of her plump lips when stained with whiskey. The dips of her waist. The feel of her hand against your thigh.
You didn’t want to memorize every feature of hers, to the point you could sketch her with your eyes closed.
You didn’t want to see her as a nothing more than your best friend.
But that all changed when you tasted the cherry’s on her lips.
It polluted your mouth. Her taste hidden under your tongue, in between every crack between your teeth and every taste bud. The taste so strong, it became your fix, the only thing you craved.
It wasn’t just an addiction. It was so much more. Something that felt forbidden. Something that you felt should have stayed behind her curtains, stayed frozen in the moment your lips met.
Because pansy would never feel the same way.
Not when she was letting draco malfoy taste her cherry stained lips.
You hated the way the sight made you feel.
It was a tightness in your chest as he pushed her harder into the stone wall. A stinging of your nose when she ran her hands through his hair. Your throat closing up as their lips moved with fervor, so different from the kiss you shared. And a blurry vision as they pulled away and she smiled, smiled and pulled him back in.
The sound of their heavy breathing followed your forlorn steps.
As tears fell down your cheeks, dripping down your chin, the thought of pansy kissing someone else was crushing something inside you.
The realization that you would never see her as just a friend now.
Not when the scene of her lips on another broke your heart entirely.
You chose to avoid her. Because you can’t hurt if you can’t see the cause of said hurt happening.
But even then, avoiding pansy was hard.
She was everywhere.
In every class, sitting right beside you because she always insisted on being partners. The smell of her perfume would make the lines of your textbook blur. And you would have to sit there, watching as she flirted with malfoy, giggling at every fucking word he uttered.
She was in the halls. Her steps light but confident. Her arm brushing yours as she held her school books close. The simple touch brought goosebumps rising above your skin. And on the side, malfoy with his arm wrapped around her waist tightly. Pulling her to his side, like he owned her.
She was in the common room, the hearth enhancing her features as she sat on the black leather couch. Her voice standing out among the noises in the room. A siren call. All while she was seated on malfoy’s fucking lap.
And the worst of all, she was in the bed right next to yours. A pair of black silk pajamas, whispering softly to you. All words about malfoy— draco said, draco told me, guess what draco did— her words hitting your back as you faced away from her, silent tears running down your cheeks.
The days would go on like that.
Everywhere pansy was, malfoy seemed closer.
But today, you had her to yourself.
She was sitting on a window seat in a empty corridor, a big window behind her, a halo of light above her.
You were seated next to her, the heat from outside warming you.
“They’re together,” Pansy voice startled you slightly, you were busy watching her hands pick at her jumper.
“Who is?” You ask.
She lets out light chuckle, “Did you not hear anything i just said?”
You smiled sheepishly, shaking your head.
“Theodore and daphne.” She said. “They finally got together.”
“Oh,” You drawl out. “finally.”
She hums. “Draco said it was the most pathetic thing he’s ever seen.” She smiles at the mention of his name and a annoyance flickers in your stomach. “Apparently theo went all red and started stuttering.”
You only nod, turning your attention back to the window. Did she have to bring him up every time you were together. Even if he wasn’t hovering over her, it was like he was still there.
“He’s so funny,” She said, a faraway look in her eyes. “you should hear some of the things he says.”
You hum, nodding again.
“Like the other day, he said-“
“Do you ever shut up about him?”
You didn’t mean to say it. But the words were sticking to the roof of your tongue and you felt that if you didn’t let it out, you’d choke.
“What?” Her mouth agape and her face countered with confusion and hurt with your tone.
“He’s all you ever talk about.” You continued, no longer able to hold everything that you held for weeks. “It’s always— draco this, draco that, did you see what draco did— i don’t care.”
Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes held a glassy sheen. “Where is this coming from?” She shakes her head slightly. “I knew something was bothering you. You’ve been acting different for weeks.”
You stand, your jaw clenching with the force to not say what you really wanted to say. “It’s exhausting listening to you talk about him. It’s always him, isn’t it?”
She sits up slowly. “Y/n, are you okay?” You didn’t notice you were crying until then. You wanted to curse yourself for it.
You don’t answer. “You’re crying.” she says as she tries to wipe your tears away.
You halfheartedly bat her hand away, mumbling, “Don’t touch me.”
“Did i do something wrong?” She seemed distressed about the situation, she was never good at comforting.
Your shoulders hung heavy and you wanted to be anywhere but here. Far away from pansy. “Why did you kiss me?”
Her face paled, blinking at you. “What?”
“That night. You kissed me. We kissed.”
She laughed faintly, her hand running through her hair. “Y/n, we were drunk. It was just a joke. It hadn’t actually meant any-“
“It meant something to me.” You cut her off.
“What do you mea-“
“I like you pansy. A lot.” You breathed out, the tightness in your chest, suffocating you.
She steps back instinctively and you almost flinched from just that. She shook her, face full of pity. You wanted to scream.
“I’m sorry y/n. But i— i don’t like girls.”
Her words were worse then seeing her with another. And so was her look of regret and retreating steps.
You didn’t need to avoid pansy. Because she was the one avoiding you.
She clung to malfoy even more and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought she was trying to prove something. To who? You weren’t sure.
She didn’t look your way, but sometimes you would feel the burning heat of a gaze on the back of your neck. You never turned your head to check though.
She moved seats from you. Choosing to sit with malfoy. It hurt at first, but you needed to move on so you forced yourself to focus on your study’s.
Her curtains around her bed stayed closed. And she was never in the dorm on saturday’s. You didn’t want to think of where she could be, those thoughts had your eyes pricking with tears.
Weeks had passed of this. And the longer time went on, the more you started accepting it. It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t control who she liked. And you couldn’t be mad if who she liked wasn’t you.
So you chose to tell her that.
She had an off period in the middle of the day, when you had charms. It was the easiest way to get her alone without her clearing the room.
She was in your shared dorm, sitting on the floor with homework surrounding her, leaning against her bed.
She startled at the sight of you entering, her eyes fitting around the room, seeming to look for an escape.
You sighed heavily, “Pansy we need to talk.”
Her eyes finally met yours, and you wanted to kiss her. But you stayed standing next to the door, feet planted on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” You said.
“You’re sorry?” She looked confused and taken aback.
“Yes,” You said. “i shouldn’t have sprung that on you. It was messed up.”
You continued when she didn’t say anything. “That’s really all.” You looked down at your shoes. “I’ll leave you alone now. You know, move on and all that shit.”
She didn’t say anything and you wanted to sink through the carpet at the awkwardness lingering. You all of a sudden couldn’t figure out why you came here, what you made you think this was a good idea.
“So yeah. I’ll leave and i won’t bother you anymore. You don’t have to feel guilty about not having the same feelings, it’s not your fault.” The words fell out unevenly, too many pauses and shifts of tones.
When she didn’t say anything and just stared blankly, you turned to leave.
The door was already open and a foot was outside the room when her voice broke the silence.
“Wait,” You could feel her walking closer. “wait. Please don’t leave.”
“Pansy, i can’t be your friend. Not anymore.” You said, flinching at the feel of her hand on your arm, tugging you slightly.
“Okay, then don’t be.”
That had you turning. “What?” You breathed out. “You don’t make any sense.”
“I don’t want to be your friend.”
You scoff, dragging your arm out of her hold. “Okay, that’s exactly what i was saying.”
You turn to leave once more.
“I want to be more than that.” She said firmly, grabbing your arm once again and forcing you to look at her. You wanted to kiss her. “That night we kissed, it did mean something. I thought you didn’t remember it so i panicked when you brought it up.”
You shook your head. “And what, you never panicked after kissing malfoy?”
She grimaced, “Draco means nothing to me.”
“Yeah, sure looks like it.”
“He was a distraction. I swear. He knows that i— that i like you.” Your heart stutters at the sentiment, you really wanted to kiss her. “I thought that if i kissed him, that i would forget you. I never thought you would like me back.”
“And when you find out i do, your first instinct is to reject me?”
She cringes, a shaky sigh escaping. “I was scared. I didn’t expect it, you feeling the same, so i never thought of the consequences. You know how my parents are.”
You did know.
“But, i like you y/n. Even before that damned kiss.”
“Really?” You smile sheepishly, feeling stupid that you never noticed.
“Yes, i’ve always loved you.”
Devotion was clear on your face. Heart pounding and you wanted to kiss her.
“And i don’t want to be friends anymore. I want you to be mine and i want to be yours.”
You wanted to kiss her. So you did.
Her lips tasted like cherrys and the thought of getting to taste that for the rest of your life had you smiling onto her lips.
Because now she was yours. Not malfoy’s. Not anyone’s. Just yours.
