wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-23 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, ginny, harry, pansy |
Special Delivery For: wizard_love
Title: Vindication
Author/Artist: tristesses
Recipient's LJ name: wizard_love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Pansy, Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 2686
Warnings (if any): Slight dub-con/seduction, adultery
Summary: After a confrontation with Harry at the Ministry, Pansy plans to ruin him.
Pansy has changed in the past five years. This is a strange thing for the daughter of a pureblood family rooted in tradition, but as of late her family's star has fallen, and even Pansy understands the necessity to blend in, to pander to the desires of Mudbloods and blood traitors so as to seem really, truly apologetic for siding with the wrong side in that pathetic excuse of a war. Now she works like a commoner – all the better to fit in nicely with proper society, my dear – and she works damn hard, too, despite her tendency to slack off at Hogwarts (a nice way of saying, despite her tendency to cheat on papers and seduce her fellow classmates into doing her homework). After all, it's up to her to raise her family's status, and she's willing to do anything for that. Even if it means sitting here staring across a desk at snobby Percy Weasley in a badly-lit office in the bowels of the Ministry, practically begging on her knees for a promotion.
He peruses her file for much longer than necessary; Pansy impatiently drums her long nails against her leg as she waits. Were he any other man, Pansy would smile seductively and uncross her legs while his eyes are on her, allow her fashionable Muggle skirt to ride up and expose one smooth white thigh – but this is Percy Weasley. The likelihood he'd even notice is slim.
He sets her file on the desk and peers at her over his spectacles.
"Well?" she asks, folding her arms across her chest. "Can I have the job or not?"
He sighs.
"I have my doubts about you, Miss Parkinson," he says, "not in the least because of your familial proclivities, but you've got a perfect track record here at the Ministry, and while the position you're applying for may involve some…security issues which you do not have clearance to concern yourself with, your skills speak for themselves, and I believe you will be exceedingly useful in this department – "
"So I have the job," Pansy summarizes, cutting him off mid-speech. Percy gives a tight-lipped nod and hands her the file.
"Congratulations, Miss Parkinson," he says. "I hope you do well in your endeavors."
She says nothing as she walks out of his office, but as she glances back to wave farewell, she can tell from the way his eyes follow the sway of her hips that he's not so oblivious to her feminine charms after all.