Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Who: Pansy Parkinson and Narcissa Malfoy
What: Pansy is going to be a guest at the Malfoy Manor to start summer break.
When: June 1, 1997. Evening
Where: Malfoy Manor
Rating: Pg, to start anyways.

Pansy twirled a lock of her hair around her finger as the Hogwarts Express had pulled into King's Cross Station. The day had been a chore beyond words. The funeral had been oppressive and numbing. The ride home had not been any better. Everyone was walking around in a daze.

Her fellow Slytherins were so taken aback by the immense sorrow and anger of the rest of the students that none dared voice the joy that most felt about the death of that dithering old fool. Maybe Hogwarts might finally become a real school with him gone.

Having changed on the train, Pansy wore a green velvet robe with half sleeves and a slight v-cut hem at the bottom and neckline at the top. Her pair was piled atop her head in a carefully crafted bun held in place by a silver comb.

Draco hadn't been able to ride with her. She knew that he'd been involved with Dumbledore's fall. He had hinted but never confided in her. Like her, he had been scared and excited at the same time.

He had made it clear, weeks before, that Pansy was expected to come see him when summer break began. She had no idea it was going to be like when she arrived but she was excited.

In truth, she had been tiring of Draco, especially as his affections cooled but she was desperate to know what had gone on.

It didn't take her long to get to Diagon Alley. Knowing where she was going, Pansy took some Floo Powder when no one was around. Throwing it down, she announced "Malfoy Manor."

The flames swirled around her and carried her in a cone. Pansy saw a web of black energy… She was caught in the web leaving her bound in an actual web in the fireplace. Clearly, Draco had not seen to making sure she could get past the ward.

Held in place, she wore an annoyed expression as she looked about…
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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

Who: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
What: Draco needs to figure something out and Pansy is the perfect person to help.
When: January 16th, Noon 5th year
Where: Potions classroom
Rating: NC-17

Millicent’s words had really cut him and he found it impossible to think of much else in the days that had followed. It was the girl that was supposed to worry about the boy’s pleasure. Wasn’t it enough that they got to please him? Why was Millicent so displeased when Pansy seemed fine with it.

He had been tense the entire time. Draco snapped at nearly everyone and went out of his way to bully everyone he could. The tension between him and Millicent was so thick you could cut it with a knife but it wasn’t the good kind of tension like before.

He worried about her threat. Draco had been sure that Pansy would take it out on Millicent if she ever found out and not him. Sure he would get the cold shoulder for a few days or whatever but Millicent had seemed so sure that he would pay that it worried him.

Plus, she had said he was a bad lover. That stung. But what to do?

Sitting in potions, Draco had given the matter so much thought over the last few days that he had come up with a plan. Pansy shared a table with him and they were brewing a potion; well, he was sitting and watching while she brewed it.

Under the table, his hand came to rest on her knee. Studiously, he observed the potion as his fingers teasingly caressed the bare skin just above her knee high socks. After a few moments, his fingers wandered to the inside of her thigh.
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Friday, October 23rd, 2009

Who: Millicent Bulstrode and Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
What: The ride back to Hogwarts.
When: January 8th, noon. 5th year
Where: Hogwarts Express
Rating: NC-17

Draco sighed in feigned annoyance as he and his gang strolled through the cars looking for an empty cabin for them to ride in on the long trek back to Scotland. Seeing one that had a couple of firsties, Draco motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to clear them out.

Standing back, aloof and confident, Draco acted like he owned the place. He looked the part too. Dressed in a black on black, pinstriped suit, it looked like it could have been created by Italian designers and people might have guessed it had if Draco would have ever been caught dead in something a Muggle had made. No, this suit was from Madame Zorbay’s Clothiers in Knockturn Alley.

His hair was slick and perfectly style and his thin and lanky frame was a stark comparison to that of his two goons. Dutifully, Pansy stood a few steps behind him and grinned evilly as the little kids were bodily expelled from the car.

With a bored wave of his hand, Draco motioned everyone inside car. He left his trunk in the hall knowing that Crabbe or Goyle would get it and moved inside. Not waiting, he took his seat first and sighed.

“I can’t believe we have to go back to this sorry excuse for a school,” he complained to no one in particular.
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Thursday, September 25th, 2008

Who: Ginny and Pansy
What: Detention (sort of)
Where: Abandoned Classroom near the Slytherin Dungeon.
When: One week after their first tryst. Friday night, 11pm
Warnings: Domination and submission, spanking
Rating: NC17

Pansy had been plotting the best way to get her hands on Ginny again. The submissive Gryffindor was going to be in for quite a pleasant surprise when they finally met up, Pansy had been planning lots and lots of things to do to the younger redhead.

She'd been paying close attention to the talk around Slytherin Dungeon. The loss to Gryffidnor the previous day in the Quidditch match, something she didn't care at all about, meant that there was no chance for celebration that night.spilling over into the favorite snogging spot.

Pansy drafted a note that was a near perfect forgery of McGonagall's, at least to a casual glance, and had left it on Ginny's desk. Miss Weasley, you were caught in the halls after curfew. You will be serving detention with me, cleaning the abandoned classroom on the first floor. Eleven pm tonight. Do not be late, it will only make your punishment more severe.

Having stashed a small bag there earlier in the day, she had switched with Draco to get his rounds as well as hers right in a row. He would supposedly cover one of hers later, but she really didn't care.

Dressed in her uniform, Pansy made a few changes. Instead of wearing mary janes, she had on tall, black leather boots with heels. Millicent had called them fuck me boots, hopefully Ginny would get the idea.

She wore much more make up than usual, her eyes very dark and mysterious. Her uniform was crisp, but she had worn one from the year before so it was a little tight. Waiting, Pansy's heart pounded as she waited for Ginny to arrive.

To occupy herself, she began to put up wards to assure that they would not be disturbed.
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Monday, September 22nd, 2008

Who: Ginny and Pansy
What: Ginny’s feeling reckless and takes out her angst and anger on someone else
Where: Hogwarts Corridor
When: After lights out, end of Ginny’s 4th year
Warnings: TBD
Rating: NC17 I am sure

Ginny was sick of the common room. She twirled a long piece of her thick red hair around her finger, supposedly finishing her end of the semester essay for potions but really not doing anything but fuming.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together, talking about something. She bit her bottom lip and looked away from Harry’s profile, she couldn’t believe that they had blown it the way they had. Something had just felt, off… it wasn’t something she could really understand but she knew that he felt it too… he had just dumped her the night before. He was nice enough about it but it felt like her heart was breaking every time she looked at him.

The trio laughed about something and Ginny had had enough, slamming her book shut, she stood up and began shoving stuff back in her bag, her parchment getting wrinkled in the process. She was sure that Snape would take point off for that but hardly cared.

Leaving her bag with Demelza Robbins to take up to their dorm, she climbed through the portrait hole, ignoring the fact that it was mere minutes from curfew. She wore blue jeans that hugged her athletic hips and sat low, and a black baby doll tee with the weird sisters logo on the front in red. She didn’t know where she was going and didn’t care if she got detention. Sod the rest of her house right now, she was sick of all of them.
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