yule_balls_mod (yule_balls_mod) wrote in hp_yule_balls, @ 2008-12-17 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, character: ginny weasley, character: pansy parkinson, fic, pairing: pansy/ginny |
Fic: Fair Play (Pansy/Ginny, NC-17) for the community
Author: tristesses
Recipient: The Community
Title: Fair Play
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley
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: In which Pansy’s job as the press secretary for the Holyhead Harpies has an unintended consequence.
Warnings: None as such.
Word Count: 1957
Author's Notes: N/A
Pansy smoothed her skirt and sat primly with a fake smile plastered to her face. Across from her, Gwenog Jones was skimming her résumé, her brow slightly furrowed. Pansy knew she wasn’t the captain’s first choice – her past political stance was not precisely a good reason for the famously liberal team to hire her – but, if truth be told, she was the most qualified candidate for the job, and Jones was nothing if not practical.
The captain set Pansy’s application on the table and sighed, leaning back in her chair.
"I’m going to be blunt with you, Parkinson," she said. "If it were up to me, I’d never hire the daughter of a Death Eater. Especially a Slytherin. Call me prejudiced if you like, but my experience tells me you lot are rotten eggs."
Pansy thought she should have earned a ribbon for keeping her smile firmly on her face.
"Perhaps so, ma’am," she said, voice very polite, "but I for one have seen the error of my ways. I believe I can work with Muggleborn witches very well, without any prejudice or anger toward them."
"Pretty words, but they don’t mean anything" said Gwenog dismissively. "Actions do, though, and you…" She trailed off, tapping her quill against her chin. "Personal assistant to the Malfoys, personal assistant to Percy Weasley, press secretary to the Weird Sisters, and now this. You’re a bit of a social climber, aren’t you?"
"I wouldn’t put it that way. I’m just a hard worker."
Gwenog laughed.
"I’m sure," she said, then shrugged. "At least you’re qualified. And tough, you’d have to be, working with the Weird Sisters. I’d say you’re hired for now, Parkinson."
Pansy smiled, and accepted Gwenog’s strong, calloused hand.
"Thank you, ma’am," she said. "When do I start?"