#pansy

Pansy Parkinson had never felt normal— whatever normal even meant.

The family she came from was coveted, the Parkinsons, purebloods of the Sacred 28. Pricks also.

Her childhood was isolating; she only had a few friends whom she rarely saw. Days consisted of etiquette lessons and tutoring sessions, being molded into the perfect little heir. But she could never be that; she wasn't a boy. No matter how loving her father was she felt that she was a disappointment to him; because her mother said it often.

That woman was a word that Pansy didn't like to use, a bitch. Cruel, insensitive, nit-picking, violent, and unstable. Genevieve spent her days brewing potions, that was her career, developing new cures and such. One day when Pansy was ten, a new concoction went horribly wrong and the fumes from it killed her mother. Pansy never felt sadness over it. In fact, she felt vindicated, like this was the universe's payback, retribution for every bruise and tear that woman had got out of her over the years.

All of this to say that she was an inherently unusual girl, and she felt that every moment of every day. Especially now, as you all learned and grew, being sixth years with desires now long uncaged.

Pansy saw how the girls looked at the boys. The mouth-watered stares that her friends earned, and the hungry gazes that they returned. It was something she understood, but not something that she related to. Boys all looked the same to her, not handsome, not ugly, just plain. They didn't excite her, she didn't dream of being held in their arms or being fucked in their beds.

Girls excited her, she had always known. It was at the age of twelve when she realised that there was a word for that; lesbian. Swiftly, the boys heard, none of them really questioning it because she's never looked at a male with anything more than boredom.

So now she was here, feckless and stuck fantasising about something she had wanted since she was eleven, but couldn't have— you.

Pansy loved you, there was no question about it. The first day you met, you just clicked, like a reunited two-piece puzzle that had missed its pair for its entire life. You understood her, empathised with, and comforted her. Every spare moment was spent together, even sharing a dorm.

Before she had you she was dull and closed, covered by her gloomy upbringing and starving for affection. You were the sun, shining on her, forcing her petals to brighten and open..

She knew that you were never going to love her the way she loved you— you had messed about with boys, you weren't like her — but she could treat you better… It was hell for her to be so close to you and be unable to express what she felt, to know that you would never reciprocate her love, to just choke on her longing and shut the fuck up.

That's what she had spent all day doing after seeing you curled up in bed, debilitated by nausea and cramps.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get you a snack, or something?" She had murmured quietly, stroking along your hairline, not wanting to leave you alone in this state. Emotions were heightened in her too, your cycles synced up after so many years of proximity, only ever a couple of days of difference in them.

"No… I just wanna sleep." You replied, shutting your eyes and relaxing under her touch.

After that you drifted back off.

The day was shit, class after class of material going in one ear and out of the other. Supper was equally as boring, Pansy being ailed by a headache. After eating she went outside with the boys and they smoked. She chose not to tonight, just sitting with her knees to her chest, pouting.

"You've been dragging your feet like a child all day." Theodore said as he took a seat beside her, blowing out smoke, careful not to drift it over to her. He knew what was wrong with her, all of the boys did. You weren't here, and Pansy was in her feelings.

A sigh left her, not feeling like talking. Nott got the message, sitting with her for a while before retreating to bed.

It was just Pansy and Draco then. They lay flat on the meadow's grass, staring up into the sky. The latter began with an unusually careful tone.

"You're a bit of a downer tonight."

Pansy just hummed, face blank as the sun's fleeting orange blood covered her. Malfoy knew better than anyone what she felt for you. He was her oldest friend, they've known one another since they were merely babies. Suffice it to say that he knew what suffering looked like on Parkinson's face, and that your absence brought out sorrow more than even the death of her mother.

"I don't know what to do anymore." She sniffled, suddenly overcome as she sat up, face twisted with emotion.

Draco knew the source of her lack of rationality, tilting his head to meet her eye. "Pansy, take a breath-"

That didn't help in the least, any memory of sense leaving her as she near hyperventilated. She knew you were straight, and it killed her. She knew that some day you'd be a man's wife, and she'd be a distant memory. Or maybe she'd be at your side still, torturing herself by watching you grow a family with a man who could never appreciate or understand you as she did.

Deep in the castle, you lay in bed, unbeknownst to your best friend's anguish. The softness of Pansy's jumper gave you comfort amongst the headache and cramps, reading with little focus as your thoughts drifted off.

The topic of sexuality had been plaguing you recently. What were you? What constitutes attraction? Did you even like men, or did you just think you did? Were you attracted to women in a way that was more than platonic? You felt like your world had been turned upside down two months ago, when a boy you had played with asked if you ever had sex with Pansy, she being a lesbian and you both being so close.

That awakened something in you; more so made you realise what had been right in front of your all the time. You didn't just like men, you liked girls too, maybe even more. Also that you loved one — that didn't do justice to your feelings — you were in love with your best friend.

All of a sudden the door creaked; you shut your eyes and feigned sleep. Pansy — who had taken a few minutes outside the door to recover from her breakdown — eyed your curled form beneath the duvet with a fond yet tired smile, sniffling away her sorrows and heading to the en-suite. The door was open just a crack as she showered, coming out after a while and dropping her towel as she looked for something to wear.

The opening of your eyes was accidental, but the way you kept watching wasn't. When your vision cleared, her side was facing you and she was looking for a top, wearing nothing but a pair of knickers.

Dear god, her tits were perfect. Yes, you had seen them many times before, but you'd always averted your eyes out of respect. It seemed you had decided to forgo your morals tonight, staring shamelessly at her breeze-hardened nipples, the same shade as her lips. A pulse began between your legs, just Pansy turned suddenly, you shutting your eyes quicker than you had ever done anything before.

Thankfully, she didn't notice, only slipped on her top and some loose pyjama pants. Then she smoothed out her mussed black hair and turned to look at your — apparently — sleeping figure once again.

In her eyes, you were one of those pygmypuffs that the Weasleys invented, so adorable and constantly fatigued. There was a cute scrunch between your eyebrows making it seem like you were thinking even in sleep. A quiet huff of amusement left her, kneeling at the edge of the bed, hot breath that smelled of strawberries warming your face as she leaned in, unable to stop herself from kissing your forehead. It's not like it was weird of her. You two were very physically affectionate…

 At the peck, you became unable to pretend, eyes fluttering open with false exhaustion to meet her green ones.

"Pans?"

"Hey." She smiled tenderly, reaching out a hand to tuck loose hair behind your ear. "You get much sleep today?"

A shake of the head was your response, propping yourself up on your elbow. "No. I read mostly. Couldn't sleep with my cramps."

Pansy nodded empathetically, noting how you wore her jumper, eyes flicking to it briefly. Your eyes followed hers, then went back to make contact once again. "Sorry, I was cold." Words soft and almost embarrassed; it was a lie, you just wanted a piece of her with you.

It made your best friend want to laugh when you apologised for wearing her clothes, like it was some sort of inconvenience— like she wouldn't be wearing that hoodie to bed until your scent wore off.

"Don't apologise." She murmured back, going silent after that, gliding a thumb over one of your eyebrows just for the contact. Then she asked the million galleon question that she was always so careful about, despite the fact that you had never refused before.

"Can we cuddle?"

When you nodded, she crawled happily onto the bed and slipped under the duvet, carefully laying an arm over your waist and guiding your head onto her shoulder. The touch was wanted, you nuzzling against her bare joint and allowing your arms to fold defencelessly, a wash of safety coming over you. In moments like this, she felt incredibly protective over you, when you were vulnerable and pained and had only her to be consoled by.

Just as you were glad to be held, you knew that the embrace gave unimaginable comfort to your best friend. Pansy had spent her first decade in a hall more akin to a battle ground than her home, her little body riddled with hidden bruises and her pretty eyes tear-swollen. It hurt you to think about her like that — so young and exposed, so desperate for love — so you wrapped an arm around her tightly to relax the tension that had gathered in your body.

Manicured nails began to scratch at your scalp, Parkinson pressing a kiss to your head briefly, inhaling your scent. It had been a long day and — no matter the sadness she harboured from holding in her true feelings — she got to hold you and adore you as you deserved. The tone of her voice was gentle and concerned, the words slightly lilting. "Did you take another pain potion?"

"Yeah." You replied, lips tickling her shoulder as they moved, laying a leg over hers to get even closer. Merlin, she smelled so good… you had been nauseous and lethargic all day, but her scent still managed to make you hungry. "How was your day?"

A soft sigh left her, it would be a lie to say that her day wasn't terrible. She had spent the entirety thinking of you. "Long. Almost blew up my cauldron in potions. I missed you."

"I missed you more."

She huffed, voice a mix of amusement and quiet knowing, you could not have missed her more than she had you. "Impossible."

A smile graced your lips for the first time today, looking up and kissing her cheek without thinking. Pansy stilled at that, her gaze softening as she cupped your face, getting lost in you.

In moments like these it was easy for you to indulge yourself and think that she too was in love with you, that she imagined a future together— and sometimes had sex dreams about you, like you did her... But no, surely not. Obvious had been your middle name since your realisation; little kisses on the cheek and the temple that you hadn't given before, climbing into her bed at night to hold and be held, telling her you loved her with eye contact that lingered far too long for it to be friendly. Clearly, the answer was no. She just didn't want to hurt you.

The innocent grin you wore both filled Pansy with joy and punched her in the gut. The happiness you had finally been granted after a day of suffering was being ruined in your best friend's mind, as she thought of how selfish she was for wanting more from you. You were straight, for Merlin's sake, you did not want her! Physical affection was just how you showed platonic love, you did it with everyone. Why was she torturing herself by reading into it?

It was funny how fucking oblivious you both were.

Pansy subsequently snapped out of her trance, giving you a similar upturn of the lips' corners to satisfy while she died inside, guiding your head back to her shoulder, right above where her struggling heart pounded.

"You took a while to come back." The words quiet but having an ulterior motive as you turned onto your stomach, resting your chin on the edge of her chest. Jealousy had definitely been your hamartia as of late, asking her where she had been, with who and for how long, all under the guise of concern.

Parkinson nodded, playing with your hair lazily, another hand adjusting her ridden up hoodie on your body. "The boys wanted to smoke. Enzo got really high and freaked out. We all had to stay until he sobered up a bit." The lie leaving a sour taste on her tongue as it left it — she felt guilty for it — but she could hardly tell you that she had spent an extra half an hour whining to Malfoy about you.

A nod was your response, moving to kiss her jaw briefly, not thinking of the consequences. Pansy let out a quiet and brief giggle at that, hand slipping to your cheek to caress it. "What was that for?" She asked with a curious smile.

"Nothing." You murmured with cheek, sitting up and bracing your hands at either side of her shoulders, hovering over her slightly with a matching expression. "Just love you." Leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Pansy sighed softly, utterly defenceless when faced with your charms. There was a smile on her face— it had won in competition with melancholy. "I love you too." She murmured, tucking loose hair behind your ear, hand stilling there on the edge of your face, offering a tired smile. It was true, of course, what she said. Far more true than you knew. Embarrassing as it would be to admit it out loud, Pansy would allow you to ruin her life. No matter what you did to her, she'd stay at your side. She couldn't bear to ever leave you.

Whatever it was about this evening, you were blind to her inner struggle and overconfident in relation to your own feelings. Maybe it was your period — the need to be clingy and the increased inability to control your emotions — or simply a build up of pressure that had to be released some time. Foreheads pressed together as you grinned — straddling her body without realising it — staring into the patterned green of her irises.

The words were genuine, you were unsure how you could've made them more romantic. What screamed friendship about your mouths being three inches away while you said this? "I really love you, Pansy."

"I know, babe." She murmured in a low reply, ignoring the urges that came with the closeness you were forcing on her— not to say she wasn't delighted by it, just that it rubbed salt in the wound.

Those three words so significant always left you both, each time Parkinson heard them from you, it broke something inside of her. The saying is 'death by a thousand cuts'— she wondered how close she was to that demise, dripping metaphorical blood from her sensitive heart all over you, yet you still appeared pure and white, unobstructed by her struggles that you had no clue of.

"Do you think you'll go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" She asked as she reached for her wand momentarily, lowering the lights.

When your head shook and you relaxed fully, the room had no hint of luminosity. The stupid metal frame of the bed creaked as you shifted, arms wrapping around her middle and tucking your head into her neck. Pansy rubbed your back slowly, shutting her eyes as she spoke quietly into the emptiness of the night, pitch dark in these deep dungeons. "Good. I didn't feel like going anyway."

A quiet huff of amusement left you, but you didn't argue. She had always been incredibly stubborn, and if she decided that she was going to stay with you, then she would not be persuaded otherwise. With that, sleep took you under, your best friend similarly drifting off just moments after.

The rest was kind to her, no disturbances, just a break from the hellish reality that she had fallen victim to the day previous. Despite the peace that you were both hanging in, a sharp buzzing noise woke her, having forgot to turn off her quidditch alarm. The clock hovered over her face, nearly touching yours. An unforgiving hand smacked it away, not looking after the crash as it hit the floor.

Thankfully, you hadn't woken, your face still nuzzled against hers as winter light began to lazily shine into the room. It must have been after ten, only then do the rays penetrate the lake and windows. A quiet sigh of relief left her, leaning her forehead against yours and cupping you cheek. Beauty was always a virtue of yours, but when unbothered by mortal matters, unfettered by propriety and unmade, you were most gorgeous. Hair shone under the strength of the light, your lips flushed and puckered with blood flow — you bit them in sleep — arms so tight around her that it would hurt, were they not so strategically placed on her waist.

Still disorientated in the early stages of consciousness, she began speaking nonsense that she wished were true.

"My beautiful girl." Murmured as she shut her eyes, kissing the tip of your nose, a free hand fisting her hoodie that you wore as she attempted to crawl into your skin, ending up half way on top of you, breathing deeply as she buried her face in your neck. No matter how much they called to her, those lips of yours would never be kissed. Pansy wouldn't do that to you, betray your trust by touching you in a way that you wouldn't want. She tolerated only being able to love you like this, despite how needy she felt.

It didn't take long for her to snap out of her lapse in judgement, pulling back from you and rubbing a hand over her face. What was she doing?

The loss of warmth and pressure around your middle had woken you unbeknownst to your best friend, eyes fluttering open petulantly as you turned your head to watch her groan to herself. "Pansy." You muttered quietly.

The soft lilt of your voice had all of her attention on you, eyes meeting your sleepy ones as she shifted onto her side. "Hi." Essentially whispered.

A quiet sound of displeasure left you — like an affronted kitten would make — and you crawled into her arms once again, resting your cheek against hers and nuzzling there. She took to it gladly, forcing her unresolved feelings down to make space for you, wrapping her arms around you once again.

"Mm… gimme a kiss."

Lips pressed the edge of your temple without a second of hesitation, a hand lifting to cup the back of your head.

The day was spent lazing about the grounds, Pansy tending to her plant babies in the greenhouses, you snacking and chatting as she did so. Currently, she was occupied by the stubborn Mallowsweet, trying to wrangle its shaky blue roots into a pot without the vibrations shattering the terracotta.

Four failed attempts had not boosted her ego. A break was taken to regroup and eat, she took a blue raspberry sour-sucker into her mouth and coughed as it whizzed around and clattered against her teeth. That made you giggle, sitting cross-legged on the metal side worktop, your own mouth stained a blush from the strawberry ones.

"Fuck…" Parkinson muttered as she wiped the turquoise foam beginning to drip down her chin, trailing from her nostrils. She swallowed the sweet with agonised effort. She had forgotten why she hated those things.

"How do you enjoy them?" Pansy asked as she hoisted herself onto the counter next to you, folding her legs the same way, face to face with you, her cold-blushed cheeks perked as she still had a twisted face.

A shrug was your response, putting the bag off to the side and swallowing your sweet. There was a smile on your face as you took out your wand, swirling it around to cast a warming charm on your best friend. "You're freezing." Leaving you tinged with amusement, pressing the back of your hand to her cold cheek.

"Sprout insists on the windows being open. Ventilation, and what have you." Pansy replied, giving you an equal grin in thanks, reaching forward to tuck loose hair behind your ear lovingly, letting her hand linger there.

There was something plaguing her, you could see. Green eyes were near invisible with the cover of a dark pupil, dilated beyond belief. She looked high. You decided to ignore it, taking her icicles of hands into your coat, rubbing them slowly to bring back some life to the paleness of their skin.

Parkinson had to make conversation to resist the urge to lunge into your arms, flexing her ankles unnoticeably and speaking. "We should all have a movie night, tonight. It's been ages."

"Aren't all of Enzo's contraband tapes fucked?"

"He got a few new ones last he went home."

That made you smile, taking another hot pink sweet into your mouth, indisposed as you listened to the equally saccharine voice of hers.

Her hands squeezed yours, stroking the skin at the back of them. "We can take Mattheo's bed, he'll be dead asleep in the common room by seven." Spoken with knowing bemusement.

"Mattheo's bed? Do you went to catch something?" You asked indignantly.

A quiet huff left her, not mocking, just amused. "It's Saturday, the elves change the sheets tonight."

"Oh, right. My body clock is so fucked." Leaning forward to rest your forehead on her shoulder. "Either that or I'm just stupid."

"Don't say that." Your best friend said indignantly as she wrapped her arms around you. "You're literally the smartest person I know." The words were affronted. She was always bothered when you said self loathing things like these, because she thought that you were perfection itself.

At her words, you straightened up — face inches from hers — and wore a pout, laying your arms over her shoulders indolently.

Parkinson gave you a soft smile, raising a hand to smooth your mussed hair.

There was a paradigm of rare flora that draped all across the glass house that neither of you were aware of. An amority, they called it. When it lie dormant — as it did the majority of the time — it was invisible; couldn't be seen or even touched. But when it blossomed, it was an explosion of red and pink shaped like little hearts. It also held amortencia's quality of expression of the loved one's scent, it being a cousin to that potion. Unsurprisingly, it had bloomed around you both.

As Pansy leaned in to peck your cheek, the plant's imposing brambles formed a hand-like structure, attaching itself to the girl's head and urging it forward before she could react. Parkinson kissed your lips.

Green eyes snapped open after she did that, pulling back with horror on her face, waiting to be slapped or cursed or ran from. If only she knew how elated you were.

"Shit," The word coming out shaky and urgent, trying to get you to understand the guilt she felt. "I didn't mean to!" Hands clung to your body— but then she decided that only made her case worse, so she retracted them.

Pansy really was so dense sometimes, not noticing the hearts in your eyes as you stared at her. Was it an accident? Who knows, you were barely hearing in this moment. All you knew was that you needed more of her lips on yours no matter the risk.

"Shut up." Murmured as you dove in, grabbing the back of her neck and giving her a breathy, ardent kiss. Merlin, were her lips soft. They tasted of cherries, her favourite gloss..

Your best friend's anxiety ended the moment you took her into your suffocating embrace. Thoughts no longer penetrated Pansy's mind, too busy brushing her tongue against yours, and flailing her arms for any and every place of purchase on your beautiful body.

Everything around you both had stopped, the imposing plant retracting itself, the other flora silent and peaceful, the only sound being your heaving breath and the quiet click of amalgamated saliva, the blue and pink turning purple.

Pansy's eyes were shut — too scared to open them and ruin what was surely a fantasy — but yours were wide open, hands cupping her silky cheeks reverently.

After six years of torture — watching you take pleasure with boys while she wailed silently over it — your best friend was sick of holding in her true feelings, and now that you had giving her a sliver of hope with your addictive kiss, she could no longer hold back.

"I don't love you like a best friend." Those words had left her so many times before, but never with such a poignant angst. She was petrified to open her eyes, but something possessed her suddenly, forcing her wants to spill out as she leaned her forehead against yours and braved making eye contact. "I wanna be your girlfriend." Murmured as her fingers dug into your waist.

Your lips were parted slightly, flickering between hers and her blown eyes. The far-fetched dream of yours had come true, smiling widely and shutting your eyes once again, leaning in to peck her lips for a moment, mumbling against them. "I've never wanted anything more."

"Really?" Asked shyly — unlike her — but hopefully as she raised a hand to cup the back of your neck, leaning her head into your gentle hands and allowing a matching grin to take her. After so many years of holding in her feelings and imagining the worst case scenario of admitting them, she could scarcely believe that you felt the same.

A nod was your immediate response, your smile almost uncanny now from how large and glad it was. The hands that cupped her face moved to wrap her waist, squeezing her tightly in unbridled joy. "My girlfriend.." Said dreamily.

Swiftly after, you abandoned the greenhouses and the setting sun, running down to the dungeons hand in hand — stopping in alcoves to kiss — until you reached your room.

The door was opened and shut just as quickly, You pushing your girlfriend onto your bed and crawling atop her, giggling as you kissed at her neck, then made a sound of total happiness and got off, nuzzling your face against her shoulder. Pansy smiled in total contentment.

The evening was spent in her bed — neither of you needing dinner with the amount of snacks you had eaten — just holding one another and reminiscing. Your outfits were risqué, the fire roaring in its hearth as you sat in a thong and one of your girlfriend's old quidditch jerseys — hers near identical, wearing a t-shirt of yours — playing with her hair as her head lay in your lap. She just admired you. Happiness had never filled her so wholly like it did now. Still, after hours of reassurance, she couldn't believe that you loved her back.

"I dunno… when he said that, everything just clicked. And I was like, fuck, this isn't platonic at all." You chuckled dryly, scratching at her scalp.

Pansy just smiled up at you, slowly rubbing a hand along your waist. "If only you had the realisation when I did the moment I met you."

"I'm that charming?" You teased, getting pushed onto your back for your troubles, giggling as your girlfriend crawled atop you, allowing the lust that had been building to take over, kissing along your jaw while her hands wandered.

Slick couldn't even begin to describe it, she was so unbelievably horny. Your words were like honey, that combined with the flimsy g-string and her own top that your hard nipples could be seen through was a recipe for unbridled desire.

Unaware of her ulterior motives, you cupped the back of her head, legs joining around her waist for even more closeness.

The words that left your girlfriend were desperate, she'd been fantasising about eating you out for far too long. "Can I go down on you?" Murmured quietly but clearly, sucking just below your ear breathily.

That made you freeze, feeling the air thicken as a sound of surprise left you, speechless for a moment as her words replayed in your mind. Pansy didn't miss a beat, lifting her head and kissing your cheek.

"I know you're on your period," The words were silky and had you questioning yourself, your legs unwrapping from her waist and opening without you realising. "and I don't care…" She said lowly, trailing her lips to yours for one brief kiss, then pulling back enough to look into your eyes.

"I want to make you feel good, if you're comfortable." She really meant it. Pansy loved you, and she'd be happy either way. Whether you let her give you pleasure, or you just wanted to lie together, there would be a grin playing across her soft lips.

It took a moment or two for you to respond…fuck it. "Uh, yeah, you can."

A smile grew, pecking your lips briefly before beginning to kiss down your body. The choice to remove your top was left to you, and you did just that, tugging it off to leave your breasts exposed to the warm air, breathing quickly in anticipation. Pansy stopped kissing your stomach, gaze rising to fall on your boobs.

"Baby.." Her mouth was open just slightly, tongue peeking between her blushed lips as she fought the urge to just dive in and suck on your nipples. "You're so perfect." The words dripped with reverence as she reached a careful hand up to cup one— knowing how tender they get when you're on your period.

Pansy had to snap out of it, forcing herself to after pressing a sloppy kiss to the valley between your boobs, and lowering herself between your legs, index fingers fiddling with the straps of your g-string as she murmured a spell to remove the barrier to your blood. One last kiss was pressed below your navel, eyes meeting yours for consent. "Still okay?"

Pansy had never moved so quickly as she did after your nod, pulling off your knickers and throwing them elsewhere, taking a hold of your spread thighs and looking at your perfect, glistening pussy. Hunger filled her like never before, lowering her face to meet your cunt, her tongue parting your folds and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you gasp.

The taste of you was tangy, irony, and intoxicating. She would drink it by the litre if she could, but settled for lapping it up now. This was so intimate, smelling and ingesting your blood, it made her knickers wet. All she could think was more, more, more, fingers curling tighter on your thighs.

Where she stopped, the tip of her eager tongue circled it for just a moment before latching her lips onto your pearl, sucking obscenely. The sheets were instantly gathered in your fists, a moan you didn't expect and couldn't hold in escaping you eagerly as you gave yourself to the pleasure.

By that, your girlfriend was only encouraged, dropping saliva onto your clit as she sucked it, letting her own sounds of gladness escape as she made you feel good. A hand released one of your thighs, sure fingers beginning to tease at your entrance as your girlfriend began to roll her hips against nothing, dampening her knickers with arousal.

Quick breaths left you, eyes wanting to roll back, but forcing them forward to watch the girl you loved devour your pussy, keening against its saccharine folds as her fingers threatened to plunge in. A desperate whine left you, rocking your hips against her mouth. "Pansy.."

"Shh," She mumbled, showing mercy and slowly giving you a finger, stroking along that sensitive spot with intention, eyelashes batting as she inserted a second, slowly and steadily plunging them in and out, feeling your heat clench around them. "I know what my baby needs."

The hinges of your jaw forgot their job at her words, lips parted in arousal as the coil in your belly gathered, and she spoke in that low, controlled tone.

"Keep making those pretty sounds." She murmured, lips once again finding solace around your clit, sucking more rapidly, feeling it pulse in their embrace. With the tip of her thirsty tongue, she soothed it, your scent and growing pornographic moans making her all the more eager. "There's my good girl." She praised as she open-mouth kissed your pearl with zeal, beginning to move her fingers more rapidly, stiffening them to prod at that perfect spot inside of your velvety warmth.

Another helpless whine left you, the scandalously wet sounds, and piercing contact that her green eyes held with your making you teeter on the edge, near ripping the sheets' delicate fabric as you shamelessly arched.

Seeing the signs, and being so drunk on you, Pansy needed you to come. Needed you to feel that ecstasy, needed to watch you convulse, needed to hear and taste you as it happened. Nails dug into your thigh as she gripped it, tugging it over her shoulder, and creating a seal with her lips around your clit so tight that your eyes would see the back of your skull.

Instantly, you broke, a chorus of moans and whines ripped your throat red, naked body shaking as the unbelievable pleasure took you over. Pansy didn't stop, just slowed her movements, determined to keep you in the euphoric state for as long as possible.

"Pans- I can't-" A tortured whimper left you, tears of overstimulation suddenly dripping down your face.

That very second, your girlfriend stopped, sitting up with a face slicked with red, and crawling up your body, straddling you in concern. "Shit," She murmured frantically, raising her dry hand to your face, cupping it tenderly. "was that too much, love?"

It took a moment for you to gather yourself, leaning your head into your hand, eyes blown wide from your orgasm, the lust not losing passion as you eyed her bloody mouth. Forcing yourself to snap out of it, you murmured softly. "No, Merlin, no." A grin took you, wrapping your arms around her waist, needy for closeness. "You are very good at that."

A smirk of relief graced her lips at your praise, bringing her sticky fingers to her lips to clean them off — licking the corners of her mouth to savour the last of you — then tucking your hair behind your ears. "You liked it, beautiful?"

You nodded, resting your head on her shoulder, still holding her close as you murmured quietly. "Can I do something for you?"

Pansy huffed softly in amusement, not surprised that you wanted to reciprocate. As tempted as she was to take you up on the offer, she replied with a low "No." Scratching at your scalp and muttering accio, taking a damp cloth and wiping any lingering red from her face, then moving back between your legs as she continued.

"I don't need anything from you tonight, honey. I just want you to rest." Her eyes met yours as the cloth touched your inner thigh, gently wiping away the slick. It was difficult not to admire you in this moment — so gentle, so exposed, so gorgeous — she didn't fight it, being happily enamoured as she finished cleaning you up and threw the cloth elsewhere.

The smile on your face was lazy, sitting up fully and pulling her into a hug, unsure if you should be wearing a pout. "But I want to please you."

Your girlfriend let out a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around your shoulders in response. "Trust me when I say that I could not be more pleased right now."

A sigh of relent left you, hands slyly slipping beneath her top, rubbing along her bare back. "You wanna take a shower?"

Pansy nodded immediately. The pair of you probably spent half an hour in there, kissing, and washing each other's hair. After, your girlfriend charmed her hair dry, shaking the remained water out of it into the shower, then turning and seeing you rubbing in your moisturiser, wearing a fluffy dressing gown. Parkinson sighed happily — careless to her nakedness — and wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder and charming your hair dry also. Then she pressed a kiss to the juncture of your neck.

The both of you retreated to bed, and because of her manipulative tactics, you stayed naked, giggling as she pulled the covers over both of your heads and kissed you until you were breathless. Pansy was on cloud nine, cupping the back of your head and your lower back, intertwining her legs with yours to get as close as possible.

You rested your forehead against hers, humming in contentment before a mischievous smile grew on your face. "So… can I at least finger you tomorrow?"

Pansy laughed tiredly, nails scratching your back slowly. Once you got an idea in your head, that was it. It was one of the things she loved most about you. Plus, she was dying to feel you inside of her. "Yeah, baby, you can." Spoken indolently as she wiggled even closer.

"I don't think I'd be good at giving head," You contemplated, tucking loose hair behind her ear like you were talking about the weather, resting your hand on her cheek. "I'd like to try, though."

Parkinson chuckled, shutting her eyes and dipping her head to bury it in your neck, imagination running filthily as she thought of your words. "Anything you want, sweetheart." The satisfied hum that left you pleased her, feeling impossibly loved as you rubbed her back, knowing not to linger on the ticklish areas. The words left her for the thousandth time today, she just couldn't resist. "I love you." Murmured softly, absorbing your light through this skin to skin.

"I love you too, baby." You kissed her head over and over again, making her giggle.

The pair of you drifted off soon after, having the sweetest of dreams. Parkinson slept like a baby, only to be woken by the jarring sound of her alarm. Quidditch training, six sharp. Fuck everything, she thought as her eyes opened, rapidly whacking the clock off as to not wake you from your slumber. When her vision focused, she got a look at you and your adorable face. Hands were tucked up against your chest, legs intertwined with her as you breathed slowly and evenly.

It killed her to leave you, but if she were to skip one more training she was sure that Pucey would kick her off of the team. Carefully and with an obsequious demeanour, she untangled your limbs without waking you. Dressing was quick, and she stood at the edge of the bed, heart wrenched at leaving as you slept so peacefully in her bed. She sighed to herself, leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly, leaving right after.

Despite her attempts at punctuality, she was still late to training. After a lecture about responsibility from the captain, she finally took to her broom, after which the boys dragged her to the stands and hid in the rafters, tugging down the Slytherin flags before grilling her mercilessly.

"Why'd you miss dinner?" Draco raised his eyebrows expectantly. He really must've had something to tell her. Before she could reply, Enzo, Blaise, Matt, and Theo were around her in semi-circle. The last of which cut in too. "Since when are you shagging someone new?"

Pansy's brows furrowed indignantly at that, immediately huffing. "What are you talking about?"

Theodore gave her an equally dry look of displeasure and retorted. "I was at your door last night and heard some girl moaning her head off."

Parkinson went quiet, gearing up to tell them what had happened between you two, but Blaise predicted it, speaking your name and watching how Pansy's face changed.

"I fucking called it." Zabini scoffed, the other boys either breathing out in amusement, smirking, or looking around in confusion.

Pansy just nodded, growing a small but truly happy smile as she began to be teased mercilessly.

After training, she returned as quietly as she possible could, eyes set on you as you lay cocooned in her sheets, balled up adorably. The smile she wore remained as she slowly crawled onto the bed, laying an arm over your waist above the duvet, and a hand on your hair, stroking slowly. A quiet hum left you in sleep, and she melted, eyes shut to avoid squealing in elation.

It was half past seven now, and despite the early hour, you were stirring. It had barely been eight when the pair of you went to sleep last night, so tired out from emotion and the other glad activities. Another soft sound left you, the first sense of waking being smelling your girlfriend's scent. Then your eyes opened as if weights were tied to them. You put in so much effort to keep them wide though, grinning as you saw Pansy looking down at you.

"Morning, sweetie." Left her in a gentle whisper, admiring you even as sleep was gathered in your eyelashes.

With a groggy sound, you nuzzled your face against her chest, your own arms winding around her waist. "…Hey." Mumbled against her jumper quietly.

"Sleep well?" Pansy asked softly, a hand beginning to rub your back.

"Mhm." A lazy yawn left you, opening your eyes and meeting hers, chin resting in the valley of her breasts. "Good training?"

A soft huff left her, raising a hand to rub your head. "Pucey lectured me, and the boys know about us." A smirk grew on her face, a very prideful one. "Theo said he heard a girl "moaning her head off", and Blaise figured that it was you."

"Oh, Merlin." You attempted to suppress a smile of mortification, failing miserably and further burying your face into her boobs, earning a giggle from your girlfriend.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. He heard just how happy you are with me." The words were smug, her hand cupping your cheek and urging you to meet her green eyes. You obeyed, only to be assailed by kisses all over your face. Pansy grinned, finishing off with a firm peck to your temple. "Beautiful." She murmured as she pulled back, smoothing a hand over your bedhead.

Words couldn't describe the elation you both felt in the following days. No longer did you have to repress yourself; you were finally able to wake in your best friend's arms each and kiss her breathless whenever you so desired.

Parkinson shared your glad mood, parading you around with her arm around your waist wherever you went. The pride she took in being yours swelled your heart, two weeks after the fateful night that you got together, your house won their match against ravenclaw. It was expected that Pansy would descend to celebrate with the team, but no, she flew into the stands and kissed you ardently, calling you her good luck charm.

That day ended after a typical rager in the dungeons, your girlfriend drunk and holding you like someone would barge in and try to kidnap you. "Feeling okay, baby? You want some water?"

"'M okay.." Was mumbled into your neck as she lay a leg over yours. "I'm so lucky. I'd die without you..."

A soft huff of amusement left you, kissing her crown and rubbing her back, unaware of her sincerity.

Pansy meant it wholeheartedly. She had you now — so close and amorous - she knew what it was to love deeply and wholly, and to have it reciprocated. Were she ever to lose it, she didn't think she could cope.

You were the light, the only reason she ever blossomed.

Pansy Parkinson m.list 🂱

hi. ik it's been a while, i've been busy asf and writing faster than i can format. it's bad and half proofread bc i got lazy lol.

this is my first time writing for pansy so be gentle. i have a soft spot for her (and multiple other works ready to post)..

I hope you enjoyed ml! <3 requests open