#lesbian Pansy Parkinson

[kind-hufflepuff]

RE-DONE HARRY POTTER AI ART

Harry Potter

Theo Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Young Tom Riddle

James Potter

[iamnoctisx]

With Your Head In Your Hands (you're nothing more than his wife)

Pansy turned, ready to manoeuvre her way towards the petite blonde she had seen earlier, but one of the mirrored columns momentarily captivated her attention. She paused. Pureblood families were renowned for particular familial traits. For the Parkinsons, it was obsidian hair, the Malfoys platinum blond. In the Blacks it was their silver hued eyes, and for the Weasley’s it was a particular shade of red.

Not quite copper and definitely not orange by any standard, but resembling the fiery hues of a blazing sky - as if a smouldering ember from the sun gently caressed the crown of their family’s head.

Pansy would recognise her anywhere.

-or-

This was the quintessence of falling in love.

But everyone always said that honest feelings and bad timing made the most painful combination.

And for Pansy Parkinson, falling for Ginny Potter was like staring at a puzzle without its last piece — she would never feel complete.

[mlaurenwrites]

Title: To Settle on the Breeze

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson / Penelope Clearwater

Summary: She was Pansy Fucking Parkinson. She'd done exactly as she set out to do— take Muggle London beneath the heel of her expensive stiletto. She had everything she wanted, and yet suddenly found herself with even more.

Winner: Best Lead Character

A/N: I participated in my first SMAR! It was an honor to be featured alongside incredibly talented writers. This was an experience I won’t soon forget, and I’ll be counting down the days until the next round.

Collection

[riddikuluspuff]

one shot: paper hearts (easy to tear)

♢ paper hearts (easy to tear)

written for HP Pride Fest

relationship: Hermione Granger x Pansy Parkinson

rating: teenage and up

synopsis: Hermione Granger wasn’t out to anyone at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a long while. It was her secret. No one, even Hermione’s family, didn’t know that Hermione had been questioning her sexuality all throughout her schooling and it wasn’t until halfway through Hermione’s fifth year at Hogwarts that she properly realised that she identified as a lesbian. And even then, it took Hermione a while to properly come out to her friends and her family. But, then there was one person that had figured things out and had been sending Hermione loads and loads of secret love notes. And that person was Slytherin’s Pureblood Princess, Pansy Parkinson, who had been confidently out as a lesbian since the end of their third year at Hogwarts. Now, it was their eighth year at Hogwarts after the Wizarding War, and Hermione still wasn’t aware of who was sending all of these love notes but Hermione had fallen for this mystery girl. Hermione wanted to know who her secret crush was on, she was desperate to find out.

word count: 2k

! ON AO3 !

[slytherweasley]

Mine now (Pansy Parkinson x reader)

Warnings: smut, public teasing & dirty talk, oral female giving/receiving, rimming

Summary: y/n is obsessed with Pansy which intrigues Pansy so she invites y/n to a party in hopes to get to know each other.

You’d zoned out and completely shifted your attention to Pansy who was sitting across the room. Every chance you’d see Pansy you’d always be mesmerised by her. Her radiant confidence and beauty is what attracts you and everyone else to her.

You’d never spoken a word to her and you’re not sure she knows your name.

Pansy turns her head to look over at you and catches you before you could look away but she gives you a quick glance before looking away. You’re sure she knows something is up by the way you’re always looking at her.

After class you meet up with some of your friends you see Pansy walking past with her Slytherin friends. A few of your friends groan when they notice her “She thinks she’s better than everyone” you stay out of the conversation.

Everywhere she walks, people move out of the way for her, most people including you are intimidated.

At lunch you sit at the Ravenclaw table waiting for your friends to arrive when someone sits beside you. You look over to see Daphne Greengrass, Pansy’s friend. You can’t lie you started to panic, did Pansy send her here to tell you to back off?

“There’s going to be a Slytherin party tomorrow night, it’s invite only and you have to have the password to get in so no friends are allowed just you.” Daphne continues to tell you the password and not to mention it to anyone. She gets up and walks away.

You were quite confused, you weren’t friends with any Slytherins which is why it doesn’t make sense you would be invited unless she mistakenly confused you for someone else.

You got ready for the party and lied to your dorm mates and said you were going on a date and not to wait up for you. You assumed Pansy would be there so you dressed up a bit and put on some makeup.

You made your way to the Slytherin common rooms and gave the password. The common room was filled with people everywhere. You walk over to grab a drink and spot Pansy in a circle of friends. You make eye contact and she looks away again.

You skull your drink and pour another one, you didn’t know anyone here well enough to hang out with so you just tried to enjoy yourself. You’d kept your eye on Pansy and finally she was alone. You felt enough confidence partly because the alcohol helped numb your anxiety.

“Hey” you say “Hi” she replies “I’ve wanted to talk to you for months but I can never seem to find you alone” “what do you want?” She asks bluntly.

You take a deep breath in “do you want to dance?” “With you?” “Yes” “then yes.” You take her hand and drag her to where everyone is dancing. You hold onto her hips as she grinds on you.

Her bum moves against your pussy and you feel yourself getting wetter as she grinds on you. Your hands don’t leave her hips until she turns to face you pressing a kiss to your jaw. She slips her hand under your skirt and rubs you over your underwear. You had to keep quiet because it was still crowded and anyone could look over.

“Fuck I can feel how wet you are” she whispers in your ear breathing heavily. Her hand quickly slips into your underwear as she rubs up and down making your legs quiver. You hold onto her tightly as you start whimpering and moaning trying to keep quiet “that’s it, tell me how bad you want me” “so much, I want your mouth and your fingers and your pussy, I want all of you.”

Pansy stops rubbing your pussy and you sneak away from the party to her dorm. She starts stripping as she gets inside and helps you out until you’re both completely naked. She lays you on the bed and starts to kiss you, if felt like a dream, her naked body pressed against yours as you kiss.

“I’ve always dreamt about this” you mumble between kisses “I’m about to make all your dreams come true.”

She pulls away and makes her way between your thighs, she presses soft kisses that turn into more passionate and hungry kisses. Her lips kiss up to your pussy and she begins to eat you out. Her tongue laps up your cunt as she tastes you. “Fuck so good.” you moan.

Pansy positions her pussy on your face as you eat her out she can give the same pleasure. Each lick of her clit, she lets out a small moan against your clit.

Her tongue moves from your pussy to your ass where she places a small kiss and her tongue teases your entrance. Her tongue swirls around rimming your hole. “So pretty” she mutters.

Both of your mouths consistently work at each other until you’re both so close. “Make me cum” Pansy demands.

You both moan against each other’s pussys as you finish. Pansy lays beside you pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“You’re mine now, I don’t do casual I do exclusive relationships” she says looking lovingly into your eyes “perfect because I don’t want anything less than that” you reciprocate the kiss to her lips.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Give me angsty Harry Potter

But not angsty in a I’m-being-chased-by-my-parents-murderer-and-no-one-believes-a-shit-I-say-and-my-friends-are-dying-and-I-need-to-kill-said-murderer-and-I’m-FUCKING-14-WTF-GIMME-A-BREAK kind of way…

Nvm gimme that kind of angsty Harry Potter because tbh it’s fucking valid of him to be a bit pissed during said circumstances- cough cough, I’m looking at people who hate on Caps Lock Harry right now-

OKAY BACK TO THE ORIGINAL POST

Give me angsty Harry Potter. Angsty teenage Harry Potter, with an actual family and no problems in life whatsoever, except that he’s busy questioning his sexuality 24/7 because SHIT Cedric Diggory in Hufflepuff is so cute and Draco Malfoy is too, and GIVE ME ANGSTY TEENAGE HARRY who’s head is overflowing with teenage hormones making him grumpy all the time, and FOR MERLIN’S SAKE DAAAD CAN YOU TELL POPS TO LEAVE MY FUCKING ROOM?!! Give me Harry who’s just a completely normal teenage wizard and student at Hogwarts… “Ron for the love of Merlin just KISS MIONE NOW DON’T MAKE IT MORE COMPLICATED THAT IT HAS TO BE” “Are you guys seeing this? I think Dean and Seamus are kissing!” “Hey, Ginny!” “Guys, hurry, the teachers can’t see us out this late at night! Quick get out on the Quidditch pitch! Ouch, Cho, cast a Lumos or something, that was my foot!” “Shut up, Malfoy!” “Shut UP, Draco!” “Shut up, asshole.” “Shut… Draco, why are you looking at me like that?” “Draco…” “Haha, look, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey are at it again, are you SURE there’s nothing going on there? You know?”

“Lee, stop, you’re scaring Ron with that spi- LEE NO”

“Fred, Percy is on his way, HIDE IT, HIDE IT!”

“Ew, this is what we’ve been dying to taste? Fire Whisky tastes absolute garbage.”

“Fuck, I didn’t make it.” “Don’t worry Ron, it wasn’t an important test anyway.”

“HEDWIG STOP, IT’S A LETTER FROM LUNA’S DAD!”

“I think I… HERMIONE STOP LAUGHING STOP STARING AT PANSY AND LOOK AT ME!”

“Owww, you moron!”

“I FUCKING HATE POTIONS HOMEWORK ARGHHHH!!!”

“Dad… Pops… I have someone for you to meet. This is Draco…”

“GUYS I DID IT!” “Really, Ginny?! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Tell us EVERYTHING!”

“… dare.” “OOOH I FUCKING CALLED IT, YOU’RE ASKING FOR IT! C’MON LAVENDER KISS HER! YEAH YOU KNOW WHO!”

“I did Padma’s test for her!” “Parvati, that is a new LOW you’ve reached… both of you…” “Oh shut up, Hermione.” “RON!”

Give me the Hogwarts students living their teenage lives, no one dying young… give me this. Someone (preferably not Joanne but someone). Please. Give the poor kids a break from this thing about them having to grow up far too soon. Let them be kids 😭😭😭

[bvbygrl-writes]

Good Luck, Babe!

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary:

A/N: My new laptop is here! Happy Pride (from one queer to another)! I've had this idea since I heard this song and I love Pansy BADD. Based off the song Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan.

Warnings: Angst, Smut if you squint realllly hard, comphet, doesn't follow the canon story line bc I didn't include the war

(y/n)= your name

(l/n)= last name

(e/c)= eye color

(h/c)= hair color

(y/h/h)= your hogwarts house

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

Pansy nodded along absentmindedly to whatever the bloke she was currently sitting next to was saying. She was thankful of how loud the music was as it almost tuned out the ear piercing sounds of him drunkenly blabbing on about something she personally didn’t give two fucks about. No, she was far more focused on finding the girl she held dear and close to her heart. Even in a crowded room like this one, she was always able to spot her (h/c) hair, styled to perfection. She watched as her lover took another large swig from a bottle on the table of drinks. And as if she could feel the slytherin’s eyes on her, she turned to look at her. Her usually shimmering (e/c) eyes were dull and tired. Pansy offered her a half smile and there was an unbearable gripe in her chest as the girl turned away, disguising herself in the sea of people on the dance floor.

Her drink sloshed out of the red cup in her hands as the boy wrapped his arm around her from the back of the couch, pulling her into his side. She grimaced at the smell of him, a mix of sweat and tobacco. She couldn’t help but wish it was that familiar scent of warm vanilla sugar cookie that she had grown quite fond of over the years. It hurt Pansy far more than her girlfriend could ever imagine to pretend they were strangers. But, she had a reputation to uphold. Her family expected her to marry a pureblooded man from a lineage much like her own and with how much Draco and his minions hung around, any sign that she planned to do otherwise would be reported back to her parents in no time. 

Plus, this was all so new for her. Pansy had never had feelings for anyone, let alone a girl. She had never allowed herself to show emotion so freely, to let her walls down for anyone let alone someone like (Y/n). She was a breath of fresh air compared to all the people she was forced to be around. (Y/n) was gentle, kind, and always true to herself. She didn’t care who was around or watching her because she knew who she was and was proud of it.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call baby

Pansy let out a fake chuckle as the guy spewed lines that he most likely thought were erotic. He leaned in close, his hand caressing up and down her side. Even all the alcohol she had downed wasn’t enough to stop her from feeling disgusted from even his mere presence but there was far too much on the line. She closed her eyes, zoning out as he began to kiss down her neck, pulling her shirt to the side to suck at the bones of her collar. However, her eyes shot up as a breeze passed the left side of her body along with that scent she knew all too well. Her head jerked to the side as a familiar frame began to briskly walk further and further away from the party. Pushing the guy off, she ran down the corridor grabbing (Y/n)’s wrist. 

“Where are you off to? I’ve never known you to leave a party so early.” she teased. She looked around the empty corridor, carefully searching to make sure no one was around before pulling the girl close to her but as she went to place a kiss on the top of her head, the (y/h/h) girl pushed her back giving the slytherin a good view of her face. Her heart just about shattered at the tears and runny mascara messing up her pretty face. “(L/n)?”

(Y/n) let out a breathless laugh, sniffling as she whipped at her teary eyes. “You’d think after years of this I’d be used to this but…it never gets easier. I love you, Pansy. I really do, baby, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” she admitted. Her (e/c) eyes looked into her lover’s, full of sadness but the love she held for her still remained.

“What’re you saying? Do you wanna…” She couldn’t even bring herself to utter the words. The thought of it alone was enough to bring her world crumbling. “Break up?” she finished, her voice crackling. 

It took everything for (Y/n) to not reach out and hold her face, to nuzzle her nose into the side of her neck how she knew she loved. “I don’t wanna call it off but you have to realize how unfair this is to me, Pans. We’ve been together for what, two years? And during that whole time, you’ve never once even called me anything but my name out of fear of your friends hearing. Not one honey, baby, dear. D-do you know what kind of effect that’s had on me mentally?” she said, her voice breaking as she began to cry once more. She had told herself she’d remain strong but it was no use. She was a sensitive girl and when she felt things, she needed to let them out. Her body jumped a bit as she was brought out of her stormy mind at the feeling of a calloused finger swiping her tears away. She leaned into the girl’s touch as she wrapped her free hand around her waist, pulling her closer. The hand on her cheek trailed down to her chin before tilting it upwards.

“What do I need to do to prove to you how much I care? How much I need you in my life?” Pansy pleaded desperately.

“Tell me you love me.” (Y/n) whispered. Pansy drew her gaze down to the floor, her heart thumping wildly. She knew it was a simple request and she knew saying it wouldn’t be a lie. She did love the girl with every inch of her heart. She’d take a curse for her if she had to. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was too risky. It was already a lot for her to be holding her like this outside of (Y/n)’s dorm, even if there was no one around to witness it. 

(Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head. In all Pansy’s years of knowing the girl, never once had she seen her grow angry. It made her blood grow cold. All she could do, even as the girl backed away from her, was stand there frozen. She stood there until the girl’s figure was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. Her fist clenched, nails digging crescent moon shapes into the palms of her hands. The searing pain didn’t even hold a candle to the emotional pain she felt. Hot tears sprung in the corners of her eyes, the only thing that seemed to move as she was still frozen in time.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Good luck, babe (Well, good luck)

Well, good luck, babe (Well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Good luck, babe (Well, good luck)

Well, good luck, babe (Well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

The music blended into the background as she took another shot. The burning that usually came after had stopped long ago. She was convinced if she drank enough, the conversation that had taken place a few hours ago would begin to feel like a distant memory. But instead, it was as if she had become trapped in her own mind. The conversation played like a movie on a big screen and she was the only one in the theater with front row tickets to watch. 

Her lips moved drunkenly against guy number three of the night. She had managed to find something wrong with the other two. One smelled bad and the other one smiled far too much for her liking. But this one was quiet. He didn’t question when she grabbed him by his collar, crashing her mouth against his roughly. It was nothing like the passionate kisses her and dearest had held. It lacked love, depth, and any real emotion and her on end, it lacked lust as well. But no matter how intense the kiss grew, how hard his grip was on her waist, all she could think of was her. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

A soft whimper fell from (Y/n)’s lips, her fingers tightening their grip in Pansy’s hair. Her thighs began to shake around her head, back arching from the soft mattress. She couldn’t help it. 

When Pansy came knocking on her dorm door at five in the morning, she looked like a wreck. Her hair was messy, bags under her eyes, lips swollen and bruised. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what she had been doing. She was conflicted. She knew how important it was for her to keep up appearances, but at what cost? She was torturing herself and by proxy, torturing her as well. Pansy had drunkenly apologized to her, howling loudly for her to forgive her and just to get her to quiet down, she did. They had fallen asleep after (Y/n) got her cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable. It was nice, falling asleep in Pansy’s strong and womanly embrace. And in the afternoon when they awoke it was even better. The slytherin girl had worshiped her, placing delicate kisses down her body. And from there, things had escalated quickly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let it all out for me.” Pansy muttered against her clit, sending an exhilarating feeling through her spine. Hot tears fell down the girl’s face, her chest falling and rising quickly. A large gasp fell from her lips, eyes rolling back as Pansy’s fingers prodded deep within her against her spot. Her pussy began to gush, spraying the girl’s face with her release. Her body convulsed and jolted as she rode out her high before collapsing against the mattress, trying to catch her breath. (E/c), half lidded eyes watched as Pansy crawled up, pulling the girl on top of her.

“I love you.” (Y/n) whispered but of course, Pansy said nothing. She just shushed her, gently combing her fingers through the girl’s hair. She placed soft kisses on her eyelids, lulling her to sleep.

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me baby

Pansy flipped through the pages of her book, relaxing on the sill of the window. Most of the students in her year had left the castle, deciding to celebrate their last and final day at Hogwarts before it was time to head home for the very last time. Her eyes flickered up to the clock on the wall, half past five. She had agreed that she and (Y/n) could spend some time together in the library since there was a low chance anyone would see them together. Two sneaker clad feet stopped in front of her causing her to look up. A smile graced her face before departing once more at the sullen expression on the girl’s face.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, love. But this, us, has no future. I waited, three years now I waited. I thought to myself ‘hey maybe she’ll come around, maybe she’ll fight for us harder’ but you never did.” (Y/n) sighed, looking down at the ground as she rocked back and forth on her feet. “I thought if I loved you hard enough it’d give you the courage to be proud of us. But we’re still at square one. Sneaking around to one another’s dorms, letting your stupid friends tease me. We’ve never even been on a real date.”

“That’s not true! What about the summer we spent in Brighton?” Pansy argued, grabbing the girl’s hand. (Y/n) removed her hand from hers gently, scoffing.

“Right, the summer we spent in muggle Brighton because you were too scared of anyone seeing us? We’ve never had a real date in the wizarding world, Pansy because you’re too scared of disappointing your parents. I thought you were different from the rest of the snobby prats you hang around and, in some ways, you are. But…I want to get married one day, Pansy. I want to bring my girlfriend to my family farm, to link hands when we walk down the streets.” Tears fell from Pansy’s eyes like raindrops onto the page. Her stomach tossed and turned and it took everything for her to not jump up and run, just to avoid hearing where this was going. “You won’t even call me names of affection.”

“B-but (Y/n), I care for you! I adore you. I lo-”

“Don’t even finish, it’ll only make things harder for the both of us!” she exclaimed, causing the slytherin’s eyes to widen. “It’s too late for that now. I just hope you realize, you’re never going to be able to push that side of you away. It’s who you are. You need to realize that before it’s too late. Good luck, babe.” (Y/n) choked out before running out the library. 

Pansy ruminated on her words. She couldn’t help the broken sobs that wracked her body. She let out a long string of swears, slapping herself on the forehead. Why couldn’t she be born a man? At least then her parents would let her marry a woman.

She sniffled trying to compose herself as she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw the librarian with a cloth tissue in her hand. She snatched it from her, dabbing her eyes before standing up to storm off, ignoring the loud ‘shh’ from the woman as she did so.

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

You know I hate to say it, I told you so

You know I hate to say, but I told you so

Rolling onto her back, she sighed, glaring angrily at the man next to her. For a man of such high social status and background, he had a disgustingly loud snore. Sometimes Pansy regretted telling her parents to just choose one for her. It’s not like it mattered much anyways. She knew no matter how handsome, how talented, or how wealthy of a man she had married, it never would feel right because they’d never be…her. She rubbed her hands over her face tiredly, staring at the intricate paintings on the gaudy ceiling.They were the only interesting thing in their bedroom. 

Throwing back the thick duvet, she rose from bed, shuffling to the bedroom door. Shutting it behind her, she made her way down the hall to her potion’s room. It was the one room in the house her husband had no interest in. Opening the door, she searched the shelves before grabbing a basic sleeping potion. She carelessly took a few gulps from it. She tossed it back on the shelf before opening one of the drawers, pulling out a wooden box with a lock on it. 

“Alohomora.” she whispered, pointing her wand at it. The lock clicked open, the wooden box slowly popping open. She dumped the contents onto the table next to her, a bittersweet smile on her face. 

There were dozens of photographs of her and (Y/n) from their trip to Brighton. She watched as one of the images moved. In it Pansy leaned over to kiss the girl on the lips and (Y/n) smiled, kissing her back. In another, (Y/n) was licking whipped cream off the top of her lip and smiling. Her smile warmed her heart, as it always did when Pansy would reminisce. Even though these images were taken nearly six years ago, it still felt like just yesterday. And as soon as Pansy would get wrapped up in her memories, she was just as quickly pulled back. This was her life now. She had everything anyone could ever want, but not the one and only thing she wanted.

“I hate to say, but you told me so.”

[rosesneverwither]

Harry Potter ships

Day 22

Pansmione

Pansy Parkinson x Hermione Granger

[kawaiibarty]

am i the only one in the whole world who ships pansy parkinson and astoria greengrass?????

[babooshkart]

arcade lesbians

[drarrargh]

just a rarepair of mine. i think they’re kinda great

[libraryofhogwarts]

A Deal Made on Impulse

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson

Pansy has something she needs to talk to Ginny about, and so it begins.

Chapter 3: Oh the Dread of It All

Series masterlist

Monday morning was a dread. The moment Ginny opened her eyes she was met with a flood of anxiety. She lay in stillness for a few moments until the lingering nausea from the night before had passed.

Hermione was already up and dressed, getting ready to walk out the door when she noticed that Ginny was awake. She paused at the door, hand on the doorknob, “Everything will be fine today Gins,” she slipped out of the door a second later.

Ginny covered her eyes and groaned.

She got up, quickly dressing in her uniform and sliding her Mary Jane heels on. She fumbled with her tie three times before finally getting the knot correct. It was loose but it would have to do for today because there was no way she would get it any tighter with her shaky fingers.

She grabbed her stack of books, corresponding with the three classes she had today, and headed out of her dorm.

Her first class of the day was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Usually, she would dread this class, the professor bore her to tears, but today she was dreading the end of class.

Why? Because, luckily, this was one of the classes she did not have with Pansy Parkinson. Unfortunately, the next class, Charms, was where her luck ran out.

The DADA professor, much to Ginny’s dismay, released the class for the day, meaning Ginny was now sluggishly making her way down the hall to Charms. She wished Merlin would bless her with the stomach flu or something to that degree at this moment. Anything to get out of having to go to class.

She reached the massive carved door of her class. Heaving a sigh, she pulled the handle and made her way inside, hesitant to meet her fate.

She immediately found Pansy, in her usual seat three rows back from Ginny’s. The woman was distracted, talking with friends. Ginny took the opportunity to hurriedly make her way to her seat and slouch into her chair.

The professor entered the room beginning the lecture. He droned on about making a teacup dance around the desk for over an hour. Ginny tried to listen, she really did, but she could feel laser eyes drilling into the back of her head.

She was too scared to turn around and see what was causing her these feelings for fear of finding Pansy Parkinson staring back at her.

The professor wrapped up class shortly after 1:00 pm. It was lunch and then Ginny had her last class later in the day. She rose from her seat intending to skip lunch and make a mad dash for her dorm.

She was so stressed out, maybe sketching or painting could help. Yes; that is what she’d do. She’d go to her dorm and take her stress out on a canvas. Maybe she would even skip her last class and just have Hermione bring her dinner. The prospect of spending the rest of the night tucked away in the corner of her room with the easel sounded all too enticing.

She quickly gathered her things from her desk, not bothering to tuck away her notes or pens, just piling them on top of her books and fast walking to the door.

As soon as she crossed the threshold into the hall she heard it. Her name was being called from the room she’d just left. She paused, recognizing the voice right away. She’d been playing that voice on repeat all night long What can I do for you Weasley and Okay. It was Pansy’s husky voice.

Ginny was tempted to run but she remembered that Pansy had done her a favor yesterday, so instead she paused, slowly turning on her heel to face the woman.

Now, so close behind her, Pansy stood. Just slightly taller than the redhead she looked down into Ginny’s eyes, a glint of humor in her own.

Ginny’s palms began to sweat.

“What can I do for you Parkinson?” Ginny threw her words from yesterday back at her.

“Can we talk?” Her eyes gleaned around the corridor noting the other students shuffling around, some of them noting the unusual fact that the pair was talking, “Somewhere private?”

Ginny’s heart stopped in her chest. What could Pansy want to talk about? Was she not also stewing on what happened yesterday? Shouldn’t they both just pretend the kiss never happened and go back to how things were before yesterday afternoon?

“Sure,” Ginny reluctantly squeaked out, “Where?”

“Your dorm?” Pansy surprised Ginny by suggesting.

Ginny just nodded, turning around and heading down the hall, hoping the girl was following. Or maybe she hoped she’d lose Pansy in the chaos of the lunch rush; students flying through the hallways heading towards the dining hall.

Unfortunately, much to Ginny’s dismay, the woman kept stride with her.

They made it to the portrait door in record time for Ginny. Usually, she was legerly with her walk back to the dorm, stopping to talk to her peers or getting distracted by one of the castle’s ghosts and their antics.

She muttered the password to the stubborn old librarian in the painting. The door swung open revealing a dark tunnel leading into the cozy octagonal-shaped common room lined with red rugs and tapestries depicting scenes of knights in shining armor and spindling forests.

The fire from this morning was still roaring, warming the room to an almost uncomfortable temperature. The heat only added to Ginny’s nerves. She still didn’t look back to see if Pansy was behind her, she could hear the click of her shoes in the empty common room.

They made their way to the stone staircase. Ginny paused her foot on the first step. Once she went up these stairs there was no turning back. She would truly be isolated with Pansy Parkinson, the woman she’d kissed yesterday; the only woman she’d kissed.

Despite her nerves she continued on, something in her gut telling her to go onward, to hear Pansy out.

They were met with yet another door, this one Ginny unlocked using wandless magic. The pair stepped inside her and Hermione’s shared room.

The redhead stood uncomfortably in the middle of the room, watching as the brunette wandered about looking over Ginny’s shelves of paints, music, and nicknacks. Then she moved to Hermione’s selves, pulling off a book to read the back cover.

Ginny cleared her throat after a minute, “So… what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Pansy put the book down, spinning around to look at Ginny. She walked over to Ginny’s bed plopping down on her back to look at the ceiling.

Pansy blew out a breath, almost a sigh, “I think we should date.”

Ginny choked on the air. What did she mean date? She said that so casually as if it was normal for Pansy fucking Parkinson of all people to suggest that she date Ginny Weasley.

“I��� I’m sorry, what?” Ginny gasped out.

“Sorry,” the woman sat up from her position on the bed, facing Ginny once more. “I think we should fake date.”

Pansy said it in a tone that suggested that the insertion of the word ‘fake’ cleared up all confusion. It did not. At least not for Ginny. She was at a complete loss for words.

Pansy looked at her shocked state for a few moments before standing to lightly grab the redhead’s hand. She gently pulled her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Ginny complied, too lost in confusion to do anything else.

Pansy pulled out the desk chair flipping it backwards to straddle it facing Ginny. Her necktie was loose as if she’d pulled at it in frustration. Her button-down shirt was untucked from her skirt and her knee-high stockings were beginning to slip down her calves.

Ginny couldn’t look at the woman for too long or her thoughts would get her into trouble. Trouble like agreeing to Pansy’s plan before even hearing it.

“What do you mean fake date?” Ginny emphasized the last words as if to remind herself what they were talking about.

“I mean exactly what it sounds like. We pretend to date.”

“But… why? Why would we pretend to date?” Ginny’s confusion is palpable, like a breathing being dancing around in the air.

“Because you have an ex-boyfriend who won’t leave you alone. If we pretend like we’re in a relationship he’ll back off, I’ll make sure of it.” She supplies.

Pansy had noticed Dean’s actions over the last couple of months? Had anyone else noticed? Her brothers certainly hadn’t. Dean was probably lucky that they hadn’t; too caught up in their own romantic drama to notice their little sister’s leach of an ex.

“You noticed Dean?”

“Of course I noticed. He was outside most of your classes harassing you for the last two months. He almost makes it impossible not to notice.” Pansy surprised Ginny by saying.

She didn’t think anyone had been paying that much attention to her, let alone her issues with Dean. Hermione and Draco were the only ones who knew, and that was only because Hermione was her best friend and Draco was her best friend’s boyfriend.

Merlin, it was embarrassing that she had noticed. Dean was embarrassing. Ginny could not believe she dated him.

“What about you? What would you get out of us fake dating?” Ginny asked still confused about the woman’s motivations and trying to change the subject.

“Well I get to tell Dean to shove off whenever I want,” she laughed, “and I get to prove to my parents that I am actually gay, despite their doubts.” Gone was the laughter. Now grave seriousness replaced it.

“What do you mean?” Ginny whispered.

Pansy seemed to be hesitant to explain but continued nonetheless, “My parents think me being gay is a phase. It’s obviously not but no amount of words seems to be convincing enough for them.” She sighs and Ginny doesn’t think she’s heard a sadder sigh in her life.

“Maybe dating a girl will prove it to them.” Pansy finishes.

Suddenly Ginny wants nothing more than to leap from the bed and wrap the girl in the tightness of a hug. She doesn’t think Pansy gets enough of those.

Ginny stays where she is, however; she doesn’t even know the brunette that well, she doesn’t need to scare her off by pulling her into a bear hug only a Weasley can truly give. Especially not when this plan is starting to sound enticing.

No, no definitely not. Those thoughts will lead nowhere good. Ginny could not start down that road.

“How would we even convince them that we are dating? They’d never see us.” It didn’t make sense to Ginny. How were they supposed to convince her parents that they were together if they were away at Hogwarts the entire time?

“They are having a New Year’s Eve gala.” she rolls her eyes at the word gala, “You come to it and they can see that this whole gay thing is one hundred percent not going away. Then, we date for a couple more months and the good old-fashioned rumor mill will get the information on us back to them. Hopefully, with any luck, they will be convinced.” She sucks in a breath.

Ginny gnaws on her bottom lip, weighing the pros and cons of this crazy plan. It might help get Dean off her back and it would help get Pansy’s parents off of hers. It’s crazy, that’s for sure, no doubt about it, but… it just might work.

“How long would we fake date?” she needs to know every detail before she agrees to this. Matter of fact they should probably come up with some rules as well, so as to not blur any lines. Not that Ginny thinks she’ll have a hard time not blurring lines, definitely not.

“How about we revisit that question in a couple of months? See where we are sitting with our individual problems and adjust the timeline from there.” Pansy has this whole thing figured out Ginny thinks.

Ginny stares hard and Pansy. Debating back and forth. Should she, should she not? After a few moments of intense staring from both girls, Pansy never breaking eye contact with her. Ginny answers the original suggestion, “Okay. I’ll do it. But I have some rules.”

Merlin was Ginny easy to convince, how embarrassing. She just hoped this didn’t go wrong.

“Yes ma’am. Hit me,” Pansy gives her a salute, some of the playfulness returning to her eyes.

Ginny rolls her eyes, “No kissing. At least not all the time.” Ginny starts.

Pansy doesn’t say anything quite yet, just has a questioning look in her eye.

“I want to save those things for real moments in my life. I know it sounds stupid it’s just-” Ginny is cut off by Pansy’s reply,

“It’s not stupid. I get it, no kissing unless necessary. What about touching? No one is going to believe we’re dating if we don’t kiss let alone touch.”

Pansy makes a good point. Ginny ponders the question, deciding what she’s okay with and what she’s not.

“How about this, we can touch, and give chaste kisses, on the cheek and such. Sound reasonable?” Ginny questions if these parameters are good.

“Okay, I can work with that.” Pansy nods, “Any other rules?”

Ginny pauses. She hadn’t thought that far, only that she didn’t want to blur the lines with too much kissing.

“Uhm, I don’t think so,” Ginny tells her.

“Great,” she slaps her hands on the back of the chair, standing up, going to make her way for the door.

“Wait!” Ginny rushed to stand.

Pansy turns back raising her eyebrows waiting for an explanation.

Ginny walks up to her, coming next to the door, “Who should we tell about this… arrangement?”

“Probably no one, if we want it to be convincing,” Pansy says.

“But Hermione,” Ginny trails off.

“Aah, the golden girl,”

“She’s my best friend. She’s going to know if I’m lying.” Ginny tells her.

“Tell whoever you want Weasley, just try to keep it under wraps, alright? It would be terribly humiliating if someone found out about this.” Pansy looks down at Ginny, a teasing glint in her eye.

“Okay,” Ginny whispers, feeling like the air has suddenly been sucked out of the room.

The girls look at each other, momentary heat sizzling between them.

“I’ll see you later… girlfriend,” Pansy whispers, breaking whatever moment they had between them a second ago.

She’s gone before Ginny can muster any sort of response, the door already closed.

“Bye,” Ginny whispers to the emptiness of her room.

[iamnoctisx]

Having Pansy and Ginny one night stand thoughts

[mlaurenwrites]

Merciful Dark

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If words could kill, than whispers could cut.

Pansy Parkinson grapples with the pain of being human.

[thefloatingwriter]

pansy parkinson being a lesbian is something that can be very important. to me.

[cr0ftisprocrastinating]

Post-war Pansy reflects on her friends.

'Theo was first, which was a bore, because he was always the least fun. He brought us a bottle of champagne which we drank even though it tasted off, and we smoked french cigarettes off our tiny terrace, and said wouldn’t it all be better if we were in Paris. I had no idea why he wasn’t, why he was lingering about in our festering corner of the world. His father had also died in the war, another relief, and there was no one else. Poor, orphan Theo. He carried it very well, you would never have known he had no family left and not many friends either. He had the look about him which made you think his solitary-ness was a choice - no one that beautiful could have been so lonely, after all. 

'After that came Blaise, they always followed one another. Theo would do things first, but Blaise would do them so decisively you would forget that Theo had even been there at all. Blaise bought us champagne too, several bottles that tasted nicer, and flowers. He entertained us with stories of him venturing out into the muggle world. Blaise was an enormous snob, but he never let that stop him from being the centre of attention, and never let something like blood get in the way of the things that really mattered to him, which were shopping, and sex. The three of us ended that night sticky and entangled, and we woke the next morning and pretended that nothing had happened at all. 

'Draco took a year to come around, but we excused him because of prison. I had written once, mainly out of duty than of anything to say. I think I told him that Daphne and I had jobs, because I thought it would make him laugh. I made all of it seem jolly, a word that I hated and never used. All our sharp angles and quiet lunches and long days at the office where people hated us were smoothed over in a sort of cosy gloss. He never wrote back - perhaps it was too much for him, to think we were all having such a lovely time. I should have been honest, but I never had been. 

'When he was out it became clear that we had all been waiting, or at least that’s how I felt. As though I had been waiting to be summoned, to be relevant again. I cried myself to sleep afterwards though it was more for me than for him, that realisation that none of it mattered any more. I tried not to stare at the ink on his neck but wasn’t good at looking away. Blaise was always better at that - he knew what to say to make it seem daring and funny. He suggested more tattoos, make him look dangerous, he talked about sex appeal. I drank up Draco’s thin smiles like gruel, and then the conversation moved on, but my eyes remained stuck.'

On bombs, broken glass, and love