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pixydustworld · 1 year

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At Ginny Weasley's 25th birthday party, Hermione found out 2 things:

1. Ron was dating Theo, which was an uneventful reveal ("No gasps?" Theo complained, "I almost got the mark! I'm dangerous!").

2. Pansy had invited Draco Malfoy.

And he had shown up.

“Thank you so much for coming.” Ginny sighed, sounding like she was about to cry, an empty glass clutched in her tiny fingers, “I love you.”

Pansy nodded enthusiastically, arms wrapped around Ginny’s middle, lipstick smeared beyond repair. “We waited to cut the cake for you!”

Behind the two of them, the cake sat pristine — untouched, 25 lit candles balancing precariously around the edge. A definite fire hazard, Hermione decided.

“Sorry I’m late,” Hermione said, digging Ginny’s present out of her bag (new wand holster!) “Collins kept me in his office after a meeting.”

“Did he try to kiss you again?” Ginny said loudly, “Do you want Pansy and I to ruin his life?”

“We can fuck his dad.” Pansy agreed. “Become his stepmother. Ground him.”

“He’s 45.” Hermione said flatly, “And I’m fairly confident his father is dead.”

“Well,” Ginny pouted, attention quickly drifting to her fiancée, trailing tiny little kitten licks up Pansy’s neck, “If you don’t let us do something, someone else will do much worse.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.” Hermione argued, ignoring that last bit, “I can actually be quite scary.”

Pansy smiled, but it seemed a bit forced. “You’re very small.”

“Like a chihuahua.” Theo said, snuggled up to Ron’s side, voice slightly muffled.

“But a feral one.” Ron said helpfully, like that made everything better. “One that bites ankles.”

“Let’s cut the cake, shall we?” Hermione said. Out of the corner of her eye she could see several candles oozing off the top, a definite flaw in the structural integrity of the cake. “You all have waited long enough!”

The evening went on, in glorious delight. Hermione was almost able to ignore the way Malfoy was watching her, until he cornered her in the kitchen.

Alone, with only a stack of dirty dishes to witness their conversation.

“Hello!” She said, voice a bit too cheery for the dark look on his face, “Can you believe Luna is dating George Weasley? Quite the plot twist, if you ask me — ”

“You didn’t tell me Collins tried to kiss you.”

“I didn’t.” Hermione agreed. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Hm.” Malfoy said, “Capable in all avenues of your life? Don’t need me to fuck you anymore?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “That is not what I said.”

“Am I allowed to kill him?”

Before, she would’ve laughed, watched as his eyes glittered until they melted, until he laughed, too. But now, after fucking him for six and half months, Hermione knew the unfortunate truth: Malfoy was not joking. He never had been.

He was overly dramatic (the buckbeak incident from third year still was occasionally mentioned) but also quite sincere about his threats. A terrible combination, Hermione found.

Hermione shook her head solemnly. “No.” She said, “You are not.”

“Figured I should ask permission. You can punish me later.”

She caught his wrist. “Draco.” Hermione said softly, “Don’t be dramatic.”

He feigned a gasp. “I’m not doing anything.” Which was currently true. All he was doing was looking down at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I’m just annoyed that my girlf—” he hesitated, and Hermione glanced away. So casually cruel, dangling that word out in front of her when he didn’t actually mean it.

“My person,” he continued “didn’t tell me that Collins from work, who is quite possibly the worst individual I’ve ever met, has tried, on what seems to be multiple occasions, to kiss her.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can do that myself.” Hermione hissed. “Once, I punched Harry. He got a bloody nose!”

(She did not mention that said punch had been an accident, and she had cried about giving Harry a bloody nose for roughly 15 minutes after it happened. Harry had to console her, it had been, for a lack of better words: a mess.)

“I know you can,” Malfoy nodded, his smile, as always, a little mean, “But taking care of you is one of my favorite things to do. Those duties extend to light amounts of assault.”

“No need,” Hermione said primly, “I jinxed his balls to his left kneecap.”

Malfoy winced. “Effective,” he said, “my murderous little chihuahua.”

The air seemed to grow thicker, the muted silence stretching between them. Like clockwork, Hermione felt her eyes darting to his mouth, felt her skin prickling with a familiar heat. It felt, almost, as if she was someone else whenever he was around — a different version of herself, desperate for only his attention, longing for his approval.

Malfoy’s eyes were soft as he looked down at her, hands on either side of her, skin warm to the touch. Hermione wondered how he managed to keep all his softness sacred to only her.

Their first time had been a blur of sharp teeth and bruised flesh. He’d fucked her on the floor of her office, skirts rucked around her waist, whispered filthy words in her ear. In return, she had bit his neck until blood trickled down his flesh, smeared across her lips, the taste of copper mixing with the salt of their sweat.

After, when he’d tucked himself around her frame, holding her whole body, Hermione realized she liked this, too.

To sink into his embrace, to allow him to hold the weight of her bones. It had been bliss unlike anything she’d ever experienced, a freedom of thought; the world had been soft and quiet, his body a barrier between her and the noise.

The second and third time had happened in the same way: a challenge, someone to meet it — a broom closet, her groans blocked by his thumb heavy on her tongue, his face twisted in pleasure as he sunk inside her, inch by inch; a stolen moment in the bathroom of a crowded pub, his fingers tight in her hair, her hands pressed against the cool tile as he had pounded her from the back, grinning at her friends moments later, his cum dripping down her thighs.

But after that, they slipped into something more. His softness grew beyond the moments after they’d fucked, uncontained; she saw it in his eyes when she spoke, felt it when he guided her along the street, hand warm on her lower back.

And here they were, six and a half months later, the same feelings fresh, evergreen. It always felt a bit like the first time with him, limbs trembling, skin flushed; mind blissfully empty.

Malfoy touched her face, bringing her back to the kitchen, to the present, to the soft sounds of the party in the room next door. Back to him, and his inescapable warmth. He tilted his head to the side. Waiting.

Hermione nodded.

“Stick out your tongue.” He said, voice soft.

Heart hammering, Hermione did just that. Watched, in frozen anticipation, as Malfoy leaned over her frame, his front pressed tightly to her own, and spit into her mouth.

Wet and sloppy, dribbling off the edge of her tongue.

His fingers slipped under her skirt, flipping it over her stomach, tugging her knickers down her thighs, eyes hard on her trembling tongue. “Good,” he whispered when he found her wet, dripping down her thighs. “Spit.”

Hermione's eyes fluttered as she lowered her tongue. His saliva — her own, now — dripping down to land on her exposed cunt, joining the mess he created.

At the same time as he slipped his fingers between her legs, he pressed his other fingers into her mouth, muffling her whimpers.

“Keep you stuffed on both ends,” he whispered, thumb pressing down on her tongue, three fingers sunk into her cunt, “Nice and full.”

A muffled sound came from behind the cracked door. “I’ll get more fire whiskey!” Theo’s drunken voice cut through the murkiness of Hermione’s mind. slicing through the kitchen with the effectiveness of only the best cooking knives, “There’s got to me more inside the cabinet!”

Malfoy was hunched over her, his entire body curved around her back, fingers stilling inside her cunt. She felt his muscles tense, preparing to pull his fingers out, but her own tightened around his wrist, keeping him trapped. Within her, above her, inside her.

The door knob twitched, but then, Ron’s voice — “No, baby, I found another one. Under Harry’s head, he’s using it as a pillow, but I think we can take it —”

She hurried to release him, to set him free, to appear unaffected and pretend like she hadn’t clutched his arm tighter at the thought of someone catching them but it was already too late.

“Shy, all the sudden?” He whispered, teeth grazing her flesh, thumb finding her clit, pressing through the wetness.

“Do you want me to fuck you in front of all of our friends? Would that make you happy?” Hermione had a terrible feeling he would do it, too. Split her open for all to see — and that she’d let him.

“At least,” She gasped around his fingers, tongue thick, spit dripping down her neck, “then they’d know about us.”

He froze above her.

“What?” He took his fingers out of her mouth, and her traitorous tongue followed the line of spit.

“I said,” Hermione repeated in a voice that could be interpreted as petulant, “at least, everyone would know about us.”

“You don’t want anyone to know about us.”

Hermione scoffed. “No,” she said, “You are the one who doesn't want any of our friends to know — ”

“Come on, angel.” Malfoy said, eyes serious. “Think for me. Use that beautiful brain. When have I ever said that I didn’t want people to know about us? If you allowed me, I would tell the entire world that you let me fuck you. That you let me worship at your altar, take care of your every need. It would be the only thing I spoke about.”

“No,” Hermione whined, thoughts thick and heavy in her brain, she could still feel his unmoving fingers inside of her, “That. That’s not true, you said let’s just keep it between us.”

“As in, let's keep sex between us.” He squinted down at her in the yellow light of the kitchen. “Are you fucking other people? I’d like a list.”

“There isn’t a list.”

“I wasn’t clear before,” Malfoy was saying with great effort, “That is my fault, but please, allow me to be clear now. I’d like to be the only person you have sex with. If you’d have me.”

“When would I even have time to have sex with other people?”

He frowned. “I just said something very romantic.”

Hermione waved her hand, “Yes, very romantic, but — you sleep in my bed. With me. Every night. When do you think I’m hypothetically finding the time to fuck other people?”

A horrible thought occurred, “Have you been sleeping with other people?”

Malfoy recoiled as if she’d slapped him. “I think about fucking you all the time. Always you.” He said, looking a bit mad. “If you’re not beside me, I wait, like a dog at the door for your return. I am at your disposal. I am yours to use, to keep, to toss away — there is nothing, nothing I’d refuse, if only you asked.”

Heart in her throat, Hermione asked: “You want more?”

“I want everything.”

Hermione nodded. “You can have it.” She said, the grin on her face too bright for the dim kitchen, “I want all that you are, too.”

Malfoy let out a shaky exhale. “Later, we’ll tell everyone. I’ll become a nuisance to casual conversation, with the amount I’ll mention you. But, I’m going to fuck you now, alright? Will that be a problem?”

Hermione shook her head, stomach squirming. With more than just arousal, she realized.

Excitement was brewing — he wanted her, just as much as she did. Wanted the sleepy evenings and lazy mornings. Wanted to sit beside her at the pub, hand on her thigh for all to see; wanted to be her date to exhausting ministry galas, wanted to be seen. Wanted everyone to know.

“No,” she gasped as he pressed in to her, “That won’t be a problem.”

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nina-scribbles · 1 year

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Happy holidays to @cupofsquirrelfan - i was your Secret Santa!!! 💝 This was my first time drawing Ginny AND Pansy, (and my GOD are they so CUTE together) which was honestly SO fun - so i really hope you love it as much as i loved making it! 💝

#ginsy #Ginny Weasley #ginny x pansy #pansy parkinson #harry potter #harry potter fanart #wlw #nina-scribbles #post war harry potter #harry potter fan art #fanart #ginny weasley fanart #pansy parkinson fanart #happy holidays y'all!!#im so happy with this background tbh #hp fandom

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her-midas-touch · 2 months

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(Ginny/Pansy, 387 words @sapphicmicrofics)

prompt- selfish

“You better not blab a word about this to those awful cronies of yours.’

Ginny says crossly, as she adjusts her tie, and hastily buttons up her shirt. How very typical of her to be concerned about her own pretty little reputation. And Pansy’s supposedly the selfish one. She lets her gaze languidly linger a bit on the other girl. Certainly not bad looking, Pansy will give her that. She just never expected she’d be in this situation. With a Weasley of all people.

Pansy waves a hand dismissively.

‘Wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. Seeing as how you’ve practically snogged every available idiot in your house at this point, I don’t think anyone will even believe me if I told them about this sudden elevation in your standards.’

‘Elevation?’ Ginny snorts. ‘Hardly. You’ve been a total bitch to me since I can remember. I spent most of last year trying not to hex you in the halls.’

‘And yet here you are.’

Ginny rolls her eyes. ‘It’s a one-time thing, Parkinson. Don’t get your hopes up.’

‘You flatter yourself in thinking I’ve had hopes of this going anywhere in the first place.’

‘Then there isn’t really any point of this conversation is there?’ Ginny snaps. Pansy can’t hide that spark of giddy excitement inside her. Oh, yes, it’s thoroughly entertaining, getting under the other girl’s skin, eliciting a reaction. Ginny Weasley is both bark and bite, she’s got fire and flushed cheeks and a healthy amount of audacity. If Pansy didn’t resent her a little she might’ve been grudgingly impressed.

‘There, there love.’ Pansy smiles, mockingly cheerful. ‘No need to be too upset. I have a feeling I’ll keep you around for a bit. Off you go now.’

'You—I—what—,’

‘Use your words, Weasley.’

‘This is a one-time thing.’

‘Said that last time too didn’t you? If I recall correctly.’

The tips of Ginny’s lovely ears turn bright red. She storms out muttering under her breath.

Pansy can’t help but wonder if she’s enjoying herself a tad too much. Still she brushes it away with the knowledge that Ginny would be running back after quidditch practice, despite her complaints of not extending their “one-time thing” that had already happened a few times too many.

Not that she was complaining. For purely selfish reasons of course.

#pansy x ginny #ginny x pansy #ginsy #ginny weasley #pansy parkinson #sapphic microfics #sapphic #wlw

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hp-bodiceripper · 9 months

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[fic] collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart

Rating: Explicit Word count: 4058 Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley Prompt nr: 003 Warnings and tags: PWP; nonbinary/genderfluid Gin; photographer Gin; model Pansy; reference to a previous threesome (nb/f/f); giving/obeying orders; masturbation; minor name-calling (during sex); Daddy kink; lingerie; cunnilingus; rimming; strap-on sex; vaginal sex; anal sex; double penetration A gift for @crazybutgood

Gin’s adjusting the lighting for their next shoot when in walks the new model Luna was so enthusiastic about, and that’s when they know they’re in deep shit.

READ ON AO3

#hpbodiceripper2023 #ginsy #ginny x pansy #pansy x ginny #hp femslash #hp wlw #pansy parkinson #ginny weasley

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cheekytorah · 9 months

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I’m fine with Hermione paired with Severus (post war) being Fanon, as long as Ron is with Blaise, neville with Theo, Harry with draco, (or Harry, draco and neville) and Ginny with Luna, or Ginny with Pansy and Fred lives and the twins share Luna.

I would also accept Ron with Pansy at this time

#hp #snamione #ron x blaise #Neville x Theo #ginny x luna #Drarry #Harry x draco #hermione x severus #Ginny x Pansy #george x luna #Fred x luna #ron x pansy #harry potter fandom #hp pairs #hp fanon

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knot-your-mothers-mods · 4 months

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HP No Nut November 2023 Roundup

Something Fun

by Likelightinglass. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 2,049.

Lily and Severus skip class and have fun in the Forest. Lily wants to try out a new charm. Severus lets her.

Touch Me, Tease Me

by RottenPleasures. Cho/Ginny. Rated: E. Words: 1,170.

Cho has been more quick to anger recently, snapping at Pansy for simply chewing too loudly near her. It was nothing like the reserved, almost timid nature, at least to those who didn’t know her, that the girl usually exuded. But Pansy did know her. She knows how whenever Cho gets in these moods; she desires nothing more than Pansy pinning her down and using her until she has nothing left to give. Cho craved the release that only Pansy could give her.

Denial By Mail

by Likelightinglass. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 1,014.

Severus recieves some instructions to spice up his alone time.

there's no 'o' in team

by nocturn. Ginny/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 570.

“Focus, Weasley,” Pansy said, snapping the hem of one of Ginny's socks.

Serpentine Suffering

by Likelightinglass. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 718.

Severus is tormented from afar by his lover.

Regrets

by Likelightinglass. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 247.

Severus might have been a little overconfident in his request. Harry holds him to it.

Double or Nothing

by jtimu. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 2,522.

“Make you a bet,” Draco said, eyes flashing under the first burst of lightning. His hair hung limp around his shoulders, and Harry could smell the ozone in the air, hear the faint murmur of the announcers in the distance. The edge of his broom dug into the meat of his thigh, and he leaned in to hear over the crash of thunder and the pelting drum of rain against his skin. “Name your terms, Malfoy,” he said, his grin vicious. “First to the snitch gets to come tonight.”

Isn't that better?

by jtimu. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 3,572.

“Angry, Harry?” Draco leans in, pressing against Harry’s hand on his chest. “Yes,” he hisses. He shoves him again. “Yes I’m angry.” “Good,” Draco says, and he leans back against the wall, his eyes closing as though he hasn’t a care in the world, as though Harry isn’t standing in front of him, simmering with rage. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Isn’t that better?” or Harry can ignore the crowds, the events, the quiet desperation of a life that's so far from what he once had, but he's never been able to ignore Draco Malfoy.

An Eye for an Eye

by CharlotteRhea. Ron/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,307.

Ron is straight and he will not share, especially not Hermione, especially not with Severus sodding Snape! Whatever twisted arrangement they are planning, they will have to do it without him. Right?

Afterglow

by Likelightinglass. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 712.

A snippet of post coital cuddles.

War and Heartbreak

by danpuff. Neville/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 880.

When Harry asked Neville to look after Snape, he probably didn’t mean this.

#hp no nut november 2023 #no nut november 2023 #snarry #snily #sneville #drarry #ginsy #lily x severus #cho x ginny #ginny x pansy #harry x severus #draco x harry #neville x severus #ron x severus #hp rare pairs #hp wlw

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