Snow Queen (H/P), lions_serpent challenge
Title: Snow Queen
Genre: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Harry/Pansy
Beta'd: No
Rating: PG13
Length: 317 words
Posted at: lions_serpents, ss_unimaginable, and frillypinkrobes for the challenge prompt table [2/50].
Author's Note: Inspired by The Snow Queen, Pansy contemplates the cold. Somewhat a continuation of the first story Lies- features the same version of Harry and Pansy. I’m with holding a lot of information because it wasn’t flowing very well when I tried to add it in. The reader should be aware that the war is currently ongoing, Pansy is forced by law to live magic-less given her history with Death Eaters and suspected of collaboration with the enemy, and Harry is the leader and driving force for the ministry. They are also bonking each other like mad for reasons that remain unclear to all involved.
Pansy ignored the tickling of white fur against her cheek and continued staring silently from her window. Her breath came out as fog and clouded the glass pane until the figures on the street below blurred before her. She tilted her head to the right to be able to see them clearly, her cheek brushing against the ermine lining of her hood again.
The blue satin cloak trimmed in white fur had been her mother’s and was completely impractical against the cold. It would have been more useful if she sold it for muggle money. Potter had laughed as soon as he walked in and saw her in it, but like the fur she ignored him.
“It’s real ermine.” She told him shortly, lifting her head and pulling the hood back to reveal her shiny dark hair and smooth neck.
He watched her, still smiling but without mirth. “Why is it so cold in here, Parkinson?”
She looked away, cheeks tinting pink. “The stupid little man downstairs broke something in the furnace.”
“Right.” He replied, not believing her for an instant. He kept his coat on and walked the remaining few steps to stand before her.
He kissed her and his long fingers gripped her upper arms tightly.
“Your lips are like ice.” He whispered against her mouth, hands clenching tighter.
She kept her gaze lowered, black eyelashes shadowing her pale skin. “I just came in from outside.”
“Right.” He muttered, kissing her again.
When he left, her lips were warm and she pulled the hood back up. Standing by the window to watch him walk through the snow, Pansy thought about her mother, the cold, and where she was going to get money for the rent- anything but Potter.
A few minutes later the heat came on suddenly and without warning. Pansy kept the cloak on and pressed her lips against the window until they chilled.
Genre: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Harry/Pansy
Beta'd: No
Rating: PG13
Length: 317 words
Posted at: lions_serpents, ss_unimaginable, and frillypinkrobes for the challenge prompt table [2/50].
Author's Note: Inspired by The Snow Queen, Pansy contemplates the cold. Somewhat a continuation of the first story Lies- features the same version of Harry and Pansy. I’m with holding a lot of information because it wasn’t flowing very well when I tried to add it in. The reader should be aware that the war is currently ongoing, Pansy is forced by law to live magic-less given her history with Death Eaters and suspected of collaboration with the enemy, and Harry is the leader and driving force for the ministry. They are also bonking each other like mad for reasons that remain unclear to all involved.
Pansy ignored the tickling of white fur against her cheek and continued staring silently from her window. Her breath came out as fog and clouded the glass pane until the figures on the street below blurred before her. She tilted her head to the right to be able to see them clearly, her cheek brushing against the ermine lining of her hood again.
The blue satin cloak trimmed in white fur had been her mother’s and was completely impractical against the cold. It would have been more useful if she sold it for muggle money. Potter had laughed as soon as he walked in and saw her in it, but like the fur she ignored him.
“It’s real ermine.” She told him shortly, lifting her head and pulling the hood back to reveal her shiny dark hair and smooth neck.
He watched her, still smiling but without mirth. “Why is it so cold in here, Parkinson?”
She looked away, cheeks tinting pink. “The stupid little man downstairs broke something in the furnace.”
“Right.” He replied, not believing her for an instant. He kept his coat on and walked the remaining few steps to stand before her.
He kissed her and his long fingers gripped her upper arms tightly.
“Your lips are like ice.” He whispered against her mouth, hands clenching tighter.
She kept her gaze lowered, black eyelashes shadowing her pale skin. “I just came in from outside.”
“Right.” He muttered, kissing her again.
When he left, her lips were warm and she pulled the hood back up. Standing by the window to watch him walk through the snow, Pansy thought about her mother, the cold, and where she was going to get money for the rent- anything but Potter.
A few minutes later the heat came on suddenly and without warning. Pansy kept the cloak on and pressed her lips against the window until they chilled.