Who: Pansy and George When: BACKDATE IN REAL TIME: Sometime in 2001 Where: Pansy's Flat in Diagon What: Affairs are not for the weak Rating: R for nudity Status: Complete!
Her breathing began to slow and Pansy sat up in her small bed, carefully holding the sheet over her chest. She couldn't keep doing this. She kept allowing George to walk her home and before she knew it they were tangled together as the sun began to rise. What was worse is that she counted the days between their encounters. The span of time between them was always on her mind.
Still, once it was over she was hit by the cold truth. George was married. He had a son. He was her boss. And he was a Weasley. So why did she need him so badly?
"I think I'll shower."
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George had started working weird hours in attempt to forget his own reality. It wasn't that he didn't like Angelina, he loved her like anyone loved their best friend, but he owed it to her to take care of her after he knocked her up. And it certainly didn't mean he didn't love his newborn son, he did and he would do anything for the small baby. It just... wasn't exactly something he had planned for. So, he'd often pop into the shop in the dead of night to work on new products, there were always experiments to run and new products to concoct. That was how he'd come to get to know Pansy, in the shop late at night when it was only the two of them. He wasn't even sure where the lines got blurred. He wasn't supposed to get along with Pansy Parkinson, he wasn't supposed to shag her brains out and he definitely wasn't supposed to fall for her. Especially when he was married with a son. Yet, here he was in her bed.
"In a hurry to leave me this morning, are you?" George smirked a little, his arms wrapping tightly around her, pulling her close.
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Damn him. Pansy felt her body settling back against his. It felt better in his arms. There was no denying how much she craved his touch. Sighing to herself, Pansy brushed a kiss against his lips. "More so than other days, but I'm certain you can convince me to linger awhile longer." He was so handsome and always made her smile. Something no one else could do.
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George couldn't help but smile as her body relaxed against his. Something about her just seemed to fit with him. He pressed a kiss to he lips, then her check, then her temple.
"What's on your mind?" he asked her softly, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
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"Nothing," she said quickly. Certainly nothing she was going to discuss with George. Pansy's mouth softened into a smile as he kissed her. It wasn't something she was awar of doing. "I'm completely satisfied and thoughtless."
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George knew that she was lying, but he also knew better than to ruin the moment when they had so few of them. Instead, he held her against him, enjoying the contact of their skin. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop touching her, kissing her neck, she was intoxicating.
"That's good, if you weren't I would have to fix that." He smiled.
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Pansy had never walked away from an encounter with George feeling sexually unsatisfied. But more than a month into their affair it was becoming obvious to her than she needed more. Her heart was asking for more.
Rolling over to face him and wincing at the squeaks her cheap bed made, Pansy traced her fingers over his bare chest. "I won't see you for a few days," she said. "The Manor has sold and I have to clean it before the new owners move in." That broke Pansy's heart. Her childhood home was being sold to halfbloods with three messy children. And the money from the sale would barely pay off her father's debt.
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George smiled at her as she turned around to face him, moving just a little closer to her to place a kiss on her forehead as she spoke. He frowned a little at her words, he knew how much it upset her and it should, he couldn't even imagine having to sell the Burrow, it just seemed natural that one of them would take it over after his parents passed, he couldn't imagine it not belonging to his family.
"Do you want me to help you?" He asked, pulling away just enough to look at her. "I could tell Angelina that I'm going off with Lee or that I need to take care of some shop business elsewhere." He didn't particularly like lying to Angelina, but he couldn't exactly just go up to her and tell her he was helping Pansy clear out her mansion and he found that he didn't mind it as much when he was lying to be with Pansy.
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"I don't need help." Pansy could not imagine asking for help. It was bad enough she had to ask for a job and occasionally ask for extra hours, but she would never ask for a favour. "And could you please not bring up your wife when I'm still undressed?" Pansy pulled away from him quickly, pulling the sheet with her as she stood from the bed. "I understand you're anxious to get back to her, but please have some decency." Ironic. Here she was sleeping with a married man and asking him to be decent. Pansy shook her head as though it would erase her hypocrisy.
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George was quick to climb out of bed after her, showing far less modesty as her crossed the room to get to her. He was quick to wrap her in his arms, sheet and all. "I'm sorry," He said softly, "I didn't mean it like that at all." He promised, pressing a kiss into her hairline. "And I didn't say that you needed any help, just that I would help you if you wanted. I'm not dumb, I know that you are perfectly capable, I just... know its not exactly something you want to have to do and you shouldn't have to do it alone."
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She didn't want to melt into his arms. Pansy wanted nothing more than to stay tight and strong and not need him the way she did. But it never worked. Whenever he held her like that Pansy sighed and laid her chest on his shoulder as though he could take away all her problems. And there were so many problems she wished he could just make vanish. But not even George could manage that.
"It's fine, George. It's just a house. I don't need any help, thank you."
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"Houses are important things, Love, they hold memories and moments. I couldn't go into my old room at the Burrow for almost a year after Fred died, and its the reason I turned the flat above the shop into extra storage space." He told her softly. He knew Pansy was too independent to accept his help, but it never stopped him from offering it.
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"Maybe for some people, but not me." Carefully, Pansy pulled herself from his arms. They were dangerous things. She didn't want to be caught in them for too long and fall victim to his kindness. "I'm not like you. I don't.. I didn't have a nice childhood full of fond memories. Not everyone has a family. Some people are meant to be alone." She was one of those people. She was destined to live out her years alone and getting by until the end of her time. Pansy accepted that some time ago.
Allowing George into her life had been a mistake. One she couldn't stop making.
"You should go home." Please stay. "Your wife will be wondering where you are." Stay with me, please.
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George frowned as she pulled away from him, but he didn't try to catch her again as she spoke. With a sigh, he took a step closer, catching her chin with his hand and making her look up at him. "I'm sorry that your childhood was bad, Pansy, but that doesn't mean there wasn't some good moments. I mean, it shapped you into this stubbornly independent, deadly sexy woman you are now." He said, and he flashed her a grin before pressing a long, gentle kiss to her lips.
"She wont be up for a little while yet, and if she does, she'll just assume I'm at the shop. But, if you don't want me here, I'll leave." He told her, but he made no move to leave.
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A rare, but sincere and loving smile found its way to Pansy's lips. Men didn't call her sexy, but George made her believe it.
"No. I don't want you to leave. Please." She could feel honest words rushing to her lips and could do nothing to stop them. "I hate when you. I hate when I can't see you and I hate knowing you go home to someone else. I don't like missing you every damn day." She had said too much. This was just a shag and she was admitting her feelings to a married man. Pansy shook her head at herself. "I hate that I can't get you out of my head."
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"You have a gorgeous smile, Pansy." George said just slightly above a whisper. He grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it lightly. It hurt his chest to hear her say that, to know that this mess all of it, was his fault.
"I'll do my best to be around more." He said slowly, though he knew that it still wouldn't be nearly enough.
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"Don't say that," she snapped at him. "We both know what's going to happen. You have a family. I'm just a... distraction." The logical, realistic part of her knew that. No matter how much she wanted to admit otherwise.
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George just frowned a little. He couldn't argue that what she was saying wasnt true at its base at least, but she had become so much more than a distraction. A distraction was something you didn't care about, something you used until you couldn't anymore and then you throw it away, and he could never do that to Pansy. "You're more than that, Pansy, you and I both know it."
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"I don't know anything of the sort. I know that you come and go. I know that we're a secret. Please tell me how I supposed to know this means anything at all to you."
She wanted him to admit he cared. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her. But he wouldn't. And even if he did it wouldn't change anything.
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"Yes you do." He said slowly, and for what would probably the last time that morning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek. "If you didn't mean anything, I wouldn't keep coming back."
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She didn't believe him. Pansy couldn't believe him. So rather than argue with him, she gave him a long kiss. Who knew how many days would pass before she could kiss him again?
"Go on home," she said softly. "I'll see you in a few days."
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George kissed her back with all of his emotion, laying a hand gently on her cheek as he did so.