HP Sapphic Microfics 2023

"Hello, stranger. I feel you've been avoiding me since we came back." - Daphne Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson

HP Sapphic Microfics 2023

"I still can't believe she ditched you like that. I love Astoria, but she was so wrong. You're much better than Draco, in every way." - Pansy Parkinson/Daphne Greengrass

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Day 16: Where You At [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]

Daphne's head is spinning a little when she takes the bottle from Pansy's hand. She takes a sip, deciding tequila is disgusting but in a good way, and says, "Have you ever made yourself come?"

"What? Jesus." Pansy's already pink cheeks redden furiously. "Daph. That's… I don't do that."

"God, I do it all the time." The first time was so weird. Her hand cramped doing it and for the entire next day she made excuses about why she couldn't write properly. "I feel like everything gets me going, you know? Mr. Lupin. Draco. Tracey's pink sports bra." That's a secret; it slips out. Pansy says nothing. "I've just got all this energy or something. There's something in me that's constantly on fire. I just want to burn out."

For Sapphic September 2019 Day 7: “Cold.”  from @rockmarina​‘s prompt list.

Teen | 2,066 words | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Release from Azkaban and associated trauma, Mistreatment of teenagers by justice system, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Because this one breaks 2k I’ll only post an excerpt and then link to AO3.

(AO3 | My other Sapphic September 2019 works: AO3 | Tumblr)

Healing What’s Left

Daphne was ready to storm Azkaban by the time they finally let Pansy go. When she heard, woken by the owl tapping at the window, passed out at her desk again after working late researching legal precedents, she rushed to the Ministry in yesterday’s clothes.

It was thoroughly undignified. Her hair was a rat’s nest. Her breath was probably sour. Her clothes were rumpled and she probably smelled like she hadn’t showered in a couple of days. If she stopped and thought too hard about it, she’d probably find she hadn’t showered in a couple of days.

But none of that mattered.

The Aurors had rounded Pansy up with the Death Eaters at Hogwarts solely because some little twit had told them she tried to give Harry over. There was no evidence she was involved with the Death Eaters, Daphne knew that better than anyone, and yet, they hadn’t let her go. They’d kept responding to her enquiries with ‘an investigation is pending’ and ignored her requests to visit Pansy.

It was beyond disgraceful.

The justice system may have been overworked and run down trying to get the Death Eater trials over with as soon as possible so everyone could move on, but that was no excuse to leave a seventeen year old girl in Azkaban. They still had a handful of Dementors there. It was utterly unacceptable, and Daphne would make sure they suffered for it one day.

But not right now.

All that mattered now was collecting Pansy when they released her from a trial Daphne hadn’t even been informed was happening until it was over.

Merlin knows her parents wouldn’t have been there. Once she tracked them down she’d give them a piece of her mind too.

When she walked into the Ministry Atrium, the guards moved towards her like they thought she was going to cause trouble again. Before she could even begin to vent her frustration on them, a harassed looking wizard came scurrying out of nowhere.

“Miss Greengrass?” he asked, ducking around the guards.

She didn’t know how he recognised her when she’d never seen him before, but she wouldn’t put it past the guards to have passed around a picture of her. She had certainly been harassing the Department of Law Enforcement enough to warrant it.

“Where is she?” she asked without preamble.

“If you’ll just submit your wand for registering, I’ll take you to her,” he said, gesturing over to the security desk near the doors leading to the rest of the Ministry.

Daphne grit her teeth. The last time they’d welcomed her in they’d put her in a room and ignored her for several hours instead of listening to her valid complaints about not only Pansy’s treatment but many other innocent Slytherin students who had been rounded up as well.

Pansy was her main focus, but she was still fighting for the rest of them too. Most of them had been let out already, none of them had publicly acted out against Harry Potter the way she had, after all. She’d work on getting the rest of them out after she had Pansy somewhere safe.

“I’d rather you brought her out to me, if it’s all the same,” she said in a tight voice.

Even with all the anger bubbling below the surface, she was so close to getting Pansy out that she wasn’t about to start something by being aggressive. They could easily draw out the process for hours if they wanted to, maybe even days.

The wizard’s expression became more harried. “We have a private Floo connection available for your use, to avoid the crowds.”

Daphne pointedly looked around the deserted Atrium. “Yes, how uncomfortable this crowd will be for us.”

“I’m not authorised to bring her out here,” he said, gesturing towards the security desk again. “It’s for the best if these things are handled privately.”

So there’s less photographic evidence of their mistreatment of teenagers, Daphne thought waspishly. She still had bruises on her arms from when a security guard had tried to manhandle her out of the Atrium the last time she was there. The moment someone had pulled out a camera he had let her go and stepped back.

The Ministry’s declarations of tolerance, transparency, and change were such a joke.

But she couldn’t forget what was most important for the moment. Pansy had been in Azkaban for over two months, the sooner she could get her somewhere comfortable the better.

Daphne lifted her chin and walked over to the security desk, all but thrusting her wand at the guard there. He didn’t meet her eye as he registered it and gave her a name tag. He looked reluctant as he handed her back her wand at the harried wizard’s instruction.

With that over with, the doors to the rest of the Ministry opened, and she was ushered down a long corridor to the elevator at the end.

Read the rest on AO3

Daphne Greengrass x Pansy Parkinson: Battle of Hogwarts

For FemslashFeb 2019, Day 17: ‘Damned’ 

“Damned on our own terms then?” she said with a wobbly voice.

Pansy took her other hand and turned to the door. “If we can’t live life on our own terms then what’s the point in living?”

With more determination than she thought she had, she blasted the door open.