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Fic: If You Have to Ask... (Pansy/Ginny, NC-17) for altusargentum
Author: bribitribbit
Recipient: altusargentum
Title: If You Have to Ask...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Ron/Pansy, Pansy/Ginny, Pansy/Ginny/Oblivious!Ron
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: There's a question Ginny has been meaning to ask Pansy for quite some time now.
Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, lots of accidental walking-in-on people having sex.
Word Count: 3050
Author's Notes: Thanks to my fantastic betas, M & J, who did their jobs the quickest I have ever seen. I hope you like this, altusargentum!




Ginny had lived in the Burrow for the majority of her life and yet the chaotic clang that sounded whenever someone pushed the doorbell still scared the hell out of her. It was this sound that so rudely awoke her the morning after she had left Harry for the third time in five years.

"Ginny," her mother called up the staircase. "Could you get that, love? I've got three cooking spells going."

Sighing and feeling rather world-weary, Ginny rolled out of bed and put her slippers on. She was still tying her robe when she got to the door, at which point the clang sounded out again. She opened the door with a scowl on her face.

"Hello?" she croaked in her morning voice.

"Good morning, sunshine," said Pansy Parkinson, whose hair was dripping. Ron, standing next to her, looked very cross indeed.

Ginny's scowl grew deeper. "What are you doing here, Ron?" she asked, pointedly ignoring Pansy's greeting.

"Pansy flooded the flat," he grunted, pushing past her. Pansy rolled her eyes as she followed him.

"I didn't," she protested. Ginny met her eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I did, but it was by accident." Ginny didn't change her expression. "Sort of," added Pansy.

"Who is it, Ginny?" called Ginny's mother from the kitchen. "Tell them to come in, I just finished breakfast!"

"It's Ron and his girlfriend," Ginny replied, closing the door and following Ron and Pansy, who were arguing quietly. They stopped walking right in front of her, Pansy making some comment about flat elves. Ginny's stomach rumbled. She waited behind them while it rumbled some more, but they were too busy discussing the likelihood of the signature on Ron's prized Cannons Quaffle having been washed away to pay attention to Ginny. She sighed loudly and stepped around the couple.

Molly had already set the table for four. She looked up and smiled as Ginny shuffled into the kitchen. "Morning," Ginny mumbled.

"Feeling all right, Ginny?" her mother replied, maternal sincerity coloring her voice.

Ginny shrugged. "Has Harry tried to Owl or anything?"

Her mother shook her head. "I haven't heard anything from him," she said carefully. Ginny sat down at the table, nodding. "Oh, hello, Ron and… Pansy," said her mother, looking over Ginny's head as the two guests took seats at the table, Pansy next to Ginny and Ron across. Ginny smirked: her mother always paused before saying Pansy's name. Whether it was out of distaste or just an attempt to stop herself from saying "Hermione," Ginny didn't know. "What brings you both here today?"

"Apparently, Pansy flooded the flat," said Ginny before either of the couple could answer for themselves.

Ginny saw her mother stifle a chuckle as she came over to the table with plates of potatoes and bacon, and managed not to snort.

"Oh, did you?" Molly asked Pansy.

"I was doing laundry," said Pansy. She glared at Ron before taking a bite of her breakfast.

Ginny looked at Ron. He shoveled in a huge mouthful of potato (typical) and swallowed it all in about two seconds before speaking to someone other than Pansy for the first time since he'd gotten to the Burrow. "You know the Muggle washing mashing Dad got us? Well, she--" he nodded at Pansy, "put a spell on it to make it go faster so she could wear some dress the cat pissed on to our anniversary dinner tonight. Well, the washing mashing didn't like that, and it basically leaked all over everything. It took forever for us to figure out how to stop it."

"I hate that cat," was all Pansy said in defense of herself.

"Anyway," Ron continued, "the water soaked through our downstairs neighbor's ceiling, and he called the landlord and got us kicked out. So we were wondering if we could stay here until we sorted everything."

Molly smiled, sitting down next to Ron. "Of course, dear. Mind you don't bother Ginny too much, though."

"I won't be bothered, Mum," said Ginny. "I told you I'd be out in a couple days." Her mother's knowing expression frustrated Ginny. "Mum."

"What are you doing here, anyway, Gin?" asked Ron, through another mouthful of potatoes. "Don't suppose you flooded your own flat as well?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, as a matter of fact. It's none of your business, anyway."

"She's just here until she gets things sorted out with Harry," said Molly.

Pansy looked up from her plate, suddenly interested.

"Mum," repeated Ginny.

"Did you break up again?" asked Ron.

"Maybe," said Ginny. "Like I said, it's none of your business." She stood. "I'm going to go take a shower now. I'll leave it to Mum to give you all the details of my personal life, since she's so good at things like that."

"Now, Ginny," admonished her mother as Ginny climbed the staircase toward her room.

It had been a while since she'd seen either Ron or his only, notorious post-Hermione girlfriend. She had definitely missed her brother, but she wasn't too fond of Pansy: the last time they had seen each other, the Christmas party had ended in a passive-aggressive and admittedly pointless argument over whether or not white chocolate counted as real chocolate. At one point, Ginny was so close to actually slapping Pansy that Harry had to take her hand and lead her out of the room. Ginny was willing to let all of that pass now, and Pansy had so far been pleasantly lacking in spite, but Ginny was sure it was only time that separated the women from another, perhaps physical catfight.

They should have grown out of it by now. Ginny was twenty-six years old, a successful Quidditch player, and at the top of her game. Pansy was a year older than she was, and she was supposed to be a sophisticated socialite. But when the two of them got stuck together, it was like it was Ginny's sixth year again and they were fighting over some petty thing that would always inevitably get Ginny into trouble. Finally Neville had pointed out that Pansy did it on purpose.

At that point, Ginny had actually confronted Pansy, wanting to know why she did it.

Pansy had replied, "If you have to ask…," and then had flounced away, her skirt hitting against her thighs. Ginny remembered wishing there had been a professor around so that she could have pointed out the inappropriate length of Pansy's skirt--ten points from Slytherin, every time.

If only Ginny had acknowledged then what she knew about herself now, she wouldn't have had to ask.

Her shower was quick. Her thoughts were so full of worries that she and Pansy Parkinson were not going to be able to share a house for an extended amount of time that she hardly thought about Harry.

Or about how guilty she felt about cheating on him with Padma Patil.

Again.

She turned the water off and reached blindly for her towel. It wasn't in its usual spot. Frowning, she looked around the loo. It wasn't in any spot. She had forgotten to bring one in with her.

This had happened to her before, but not since she was about eleven and relatively unapologetic in regards to nudity. Not to mention, it had only ever been her brothers before; now, she had a guest to worry about.

She stood in the shower helplessly for a few minutes, waiting to air dry just enough so that she wouldn't drip all over the carpet in the hall, before she carefully walked over to the door and pressed her ear against it. She couldn't hear a sound.

Trying to be as discreet as possible, she poked her head out the door. When she felt that all was clear, she took off down the hallway as quickly as possible.

Or she would have, if she hadn't literally run into the very horrifying sight of her own brother against the door to what had once been Percy's bedroom. A sight made even more horrifying by fact that Pansy's hand was down the front of Ron's trousers.

"Aghhhh," he said.

Pansy, who had had her leg wrapped around Ron's calf, was already off-balance, but the added impact made all three topple over. Feeling even more naked than before, Ginny ended up on top.

"Hello," said Pansy from the bottom of the pile, who sounded like she was trying not to laugh. "Bit clumsy?"

"Shut up," said Ginny, who was literally red all over.

"Get off me," said Ron, who was probably uncomfortable with the idea of being pinned underneath his nude younger sister.

"My pleasure," replied Ginny as she scrambled to get off the pile. Once she was standing, she took off running down the rest of the hallway. As she did, she almost thought she heard Pansy say something along the lines of "nice tits, Weasley."

This incident, while incredibly and excruciatingly embarrassing, would have been all right if so many similar things hadn't kept happening over the next three days.

On Monday afternoon, she took her basket of dirty clothes down to the laundry room, where she found Pansy giving Ron a blowjob.

"Um," said Ginny. "So we meet again."

"Ginny," growled Ron angrily.

"Hello, Weasley." Pansy pulled her mouth away from Ron's cock. Her bra strap was falling down her shoulder. Ginny couldn't look away from the way its bright turquoise color looked against Pansy's skin. "One would think you were doing this on purpose."

"No," Ginny told her. "Definitely not."

She backed out the door and walked as quickly as possible toward the Burrow.

On Tuesday morning, she went into Percy's room to look for parchment and a quill (she had already drafted sixteen apology letters to Harry and had run out of things to write on/with) and was greeted with the sight of Ron going down on Pansy on Percy's old bed.

Ginny flushed.

"Really, Weasley?" said Pansy, pushing herself up on her elbows, glancing at Ginny before tilting her head back and exposing her neck.

Even Ron, looking over his shoulder, seemed like he was beginning to think that Ginny wanted this. Except that she totally didn't, she thought as she retreated back to her room. These were only isolated incidents; accidents that kept happening to her because of some cruel, perverted fate.

Later that afternoon, she went hunting for a snack in the pantry and found Ron enthusiastically sucking Pansy's nipple through her school blouse, which Pansy wore in addition to a Slytherin tie, knee-high socks, and the shortest version of their school skirt that Ginny had ever seen.

"Fucking hell!" Ginny shouted before slamming the door closed.

The only possible conclusions Ginny could find were that either 1) they were attempting to consummate every room in the house and luck just wasn't on Ginny's side, or 2) they were doing this on purpose.

It was this last image from the pantry that crept into Ginny's dream on Tuesday night. She woke up in the middle of the night so wet and already so sensitized to touch that when she hurriedly lifted her hips up, pulled her underwear off, and pushed two fingers into her cunt--it only took about five minutes to get off.

Oh, she definitely didn't need to ask why Pansy got under her skin like this.

On Wednesday morning, she went up to the attic in search of a scrapbook she had made in her fifth year, and instead found Ron and Pansy sprawled on the floor, eagerly fucking like they hadn't been having sex daily since they'd arrived at the Burrow.

Ginny was tired of this. She would have let out a long line of expletives and left if not for the way Pansy was riding Ron, facing away from his face and towards the door, her tits hanging free and bouncing with every movement. She was covered in a sheen of sweat that told how warm the attic was. Ron's cock was lost in a mess of wiry curls as dark as the hair on Pansy's head.

The attic smelled like sex. Ginny wondered how long Pansy and her brother had been here, probably fucking in every possible position. Her imagination ran away with her and she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the picture in her head. She heard Pansy click her tongue, and Ginny opened her eyes again.

Pansy looked right at Ginny and raised one eyebrow as she rolled her body slowly up and back down. She raised her fingers to her lip and made a sign to be quiet.

It was the sexiest thing Ginny had ever seen.

She almost tripped over a box as she made her way over to a chest that was the perfect size for sitting on, only about six feet away from where Ron and Pansy were. She didn't break eye contact with Pansy.

Pansy took her own breasts into her hands and kneaded them. Ginny unbuttoned her jeans, and Pansy encouraged her, nodding. Ginny obeyed, not entirely sure why she was following along. According to Pansy's orders, Ginny's shirt followed her jeans. There was a sinking feeling in Ginny's stomach--that of guilt. Old guilt that always bubbled back up when Ginny was about to do something sexual with another woman. But underneath the guilt, there was a new feeling: anticipation, excitement.

She had been waiting since Hogwarts to do this with Pansy.

Follow me, Pansy mouthed, lifting herself up slowly again. She pressed two of her fingers against her clit, which Ginny could see from her vantage point. She combed her other fingers through her hair, making it messy and, somehow, sexy.

Ginny thought about Harry. She thought about Padma. She thought about how she didn't care about either of them, and about how right here, right now, nothing mattered except that Pansy didn't look away.

Ginny made a motion to pull off her underwear but Pansy shook her head quickly, so Ginny slipped her hand under the elastic and did as Pansy did. She pressed her thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circles and pressing as hard as she could. She cheated a little and let her fingers travel down the length of her labia, stroking all along the way, but still not moving her thumb away from her clit. She was so wet, so incredibly wet. She hoped Pansy could see just how much was soaking through her underwear. She couldn't look away from the amazing scene in front of her, and hoped Pansy was just as enticed by the sight of Ginny masturbating only six feet away to the picture of her own brother fucking a girl she had hated for as long as she could remember.

Pansy took her hand away from her hair and pinched her right nipple so hard that she cried out. Ginny, pushing down the cups of her bra so that her breasts hung out just enough that her nipple showed, mirrored Pansy's actions. She bit her lip in order to make as little sound as possible. As far as she knew, Ron, whose face Ginny couldn't see, was still oblivious to what was going on in the room with him.

Unsatisfied with the reaction her body got from this, Ginny took her bra off entirely and it landed in the pile with her other clothing. She took one breast in her hand and squeezed it, pinching her nipple at the same time.

She watched Pansy and licked her lips. She wished she could taste Pansy, could know what kind of sounds Pansy would make if Ginny pressed her mouth against her cunt, wrapped her lips around the red clit emerging from its hood.

Pansy began riding Ron harder and faster. Ginny pushed down her underwear, this time ignoring Pansy's silent protests. She pushed her two middle fingers into her cunt and fucked herself in time with Ron's thrusts. She didn't let Pansy look away the entire time.

By then, Pansy was bouncing on Ron's lap so swiftly that Ginny couldn't tell how she could keep rhythm. Ginny pressed her thumb down on her clit and accidentally let a cry out just as Pansy came, letting out a moan that she muffled with her own hand. Ron was not that far along after.

Ginny wanted to be the one underneath Pansy. She wanted Pansy to fuck her with her fingers, her tongue, anything that she could possibly fuck her with. She wanted Ron to go away, wanted Pansy all to herself.

Ginny fucked herself as hard as she could, pinching her nipple to the point of pain, and bit her lip as she came. She almost didn't make any noise.

"What was that sound?" Ron asked.

"Didn't you say you had a ghoul?" replied Pansy, looking at Ginny again.

Ginny's knees were shaking as she rose and gathered her clothes. Refusing to meet Pansy's eyes again, she bolted out of the attic and somehow made it back to her attic without dying. She landed on her bed, breathing heavily, staring ahead.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on her door.

"Not now, Mum," Ginny said.

The door opened and Pansy stepped in. "I'm not your mum."

Ginny looked away from the wall she'd been staring at since she'd gotten back to her room. "I'd say. Come in." Thinking of her mother, she added, "Close the door."

Pansy closed the door and sat on Ginny's bed. "Weasley," she began.

"I don't know," Ginny interrupted her. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I didn't come here for some long, feminine bonding conversation about our feelings, Weasley," Pansy replied coolly. "Look at me."

Ginny did. "Pansy?"

Pansy leaned forward and kissed her. It was the kind of kiss Ginny would have never shared with Harry. It was too filthy, too sloppy, and far too hot. They slipped their tongues into each other's mouths without care, they grazed teeth across each other's lips. Ginny took Pansy's bottom lip in her mouth and sucked. Pansy licked a path across Ginny's jaw.

It was the best kiss she had ever had.

She pulled away. "Does that answer your question?"

"What about Ron?"

"That wasn't the question I meant," Pansy said, and kissed Ginny again.



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