Keeley!fic- Duplicity (1/1) - Harry/Pansy
Title: Duplicity (1/1)
Author: Moi, baby_k21
Words: 473
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: He wasn't surprised by the verdict.
Author's Note: Runner up for the week 53 challenge at sortinghatdrabs . The pairing was Harry/Pansy and the prompt was "for what it's worth...". It was my first time writing Harry/Pansy together. Actually, my first time writing either of them.
"I wanted you the first time I saw you," her lips brushed his earlobe as she spoke, her voice no more than a husky whisper.
He watched as Pansy's scarlet lips pursed in annoyance when the questioning took a turn she didn't like. The trial had been wearing on for hours, and Harry wasn't needed there, but he couldn't make himself stop watching her.
He feels a surge of hunger, of need, a craving that goes bone-deep. He doesn't understand it, but he acts on it without thinking. She grabs at his shirt, twisting the fabric in her fingers. His mouth grows more urgent as she responds to him, as his hands start to grip.
She was the last to testify, but he didn't hear a word. His attention had been on her lips. He remembered the way they'd curved as she moaned in pleasure, remembered the way they had looked wrapped around his cock. They were the lips of a liar. The lips of a whore.
He fumbles until he's pulled off her shirt, and he fights to push down her knickers, fingers made unsteady by the way she wriggled against him. Nothing about their embrace is practiced or skillful. They are clumsy as teenagers, and he has to try three times to unhook her bra.
They were on opposite sides, and always would be. She was fighting to free her husband, a man that Harry had worked nearly his entire career to bring down. Not because she loved him - she was incapable of loving anyone more than she loved herself -because she was accustomed to him, and more importantly, his wealth and status.
He's never fucked like this, never experienced anything so hungry, unpracticed, and blazing hot. He has no idea why he's doing this; all he knows is that she feels incredible beneath him.
Their affair, though brief, had been feverish and intense. It was only after she broke it off that realized what her plan had been. She had taken their affair to the world, made the entire case look like nothing more than a vendetta against his married lover's husband.
The jury took it's time deliberating, and when they came back with an innocent verdict, Harry was not surprised. His eyes met hers across the court room, the look of triumph in her dark gaze made him sick.
Her tongue darts out to wet lush red lips, her gaze locked on his. Reality crashes in on him then, with the realization that she's been using him all those months; toying with him like a cat with a mouse. "And for what it's worth, I will take no pleasure in your ruin."
She kisses him then. It is a lover's kiss, a whore's kiss. A kiss from the mouth that has been seducing him for weeks. A Judas kiss.
Author: Moi, baby_k21
Words: 473
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: He wasn't surprised by the verdict.
Author's Note: Runner up for the week 53 challenge at sortinghatdrabs . The pairing was Harry/Pansy and the prompt was "for what it's worth...". It was my first time writing Harry/Pansy together. Actually, my first time writing either of them.
"I wanted you the first time I saw you," her lips brushed his earlobe as she spoke, her voice no more than a husky whisper.
He watched as Pansy's scarlet lips pursed in annoyance when the questioning took a turn she didn't like. The trial had been wearing on for hours, and Harry wasn't needed there, but he couldn't make himself stop watching her.
He feels a surge of hunger, of need, a craving that goes bone-deep. He doesn't understand it, but he acts on it without thinking. She grabs at his shirt, twisting the fabric in her fingers. His mouth grows more urgent as she responds to him, as his hands start to grip.
She was the last to testify, but he didn't hear a word. His attention had been on her lips. He remembered the way they'd curved as she moaned in pleasure, remembered the way they had looked wrapped around his cock. They were the lips of a liar. The lips of a whore.
He fumbles until he's pulled off her shirt, and he fights to push down her knickers, fingers made unsteady by the way she wriggled against him. Nothing about their embrace is practiced or skillful. They are clumsy as teenagers, and he has to try three times to unhook her bra.
They were on opposite sides, and always would be. She was fighting to free her husband, a man that Harry had worked nearly his entire career to bring down. Not because she loved him - she was incapable of loving anyone more than she loved herself -because she was accustomed to him, and more importantly, his wealth and status.
He's never fucked like this, never experienced anything so hungry, unpracticed, and blazing hot. He has no idea why he's doing this; all he knows is that she feels incredible beneath him.
Their affair, though brief, had been feverish and intense. It was only after she broke it off that realized what her plan had been. She had taken their affair to the world, made the entire case look like nothing more than a vendetta against his married lover's husband.
The jury took it's time deliberating, and when they came back with an innocent verdict, Harry was not surprised. His eyes met hers across the court room, the look of triumph in her dark gaze made him sick.
Her tongue darts out to wet lush red lips, her gaze locked on his. Reality crashes in on him then, with the realization that she's been using him all those months; toying with him like a cat with a mouse. "And for what it's worth, I will take no pleasure in your ruin."
She kisses him then. It is a lover's kiss, a whore's kiss. A kiss from the mouth that has been seducing him for weeks. A Judas kiss.