Round Two, Challenge One Voting
Here you will find the drabbles and the voting for the first challenge of dmpp_ldws.
Unfortunately, dustthouart did not submit their drabble this week and has been disqualified. As such, this means that nobody will be leaving this week :)
Notes
- Contestants are required to vote, but must not vote for themselves (if you do, your vote will not count).
- Please take into account this weeks prompt, which was this lovely piece of art.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
kitty_mrowr
Title: Some Like It Hot
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Innuendos, ftw!
Summary: Pansy has a secret. Draco enjoys the investigation.
I have a secret.
It was the latest line on the animated swan being passed between Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy in the ever-dull History of Magic class with Professor Binns. This was how they'd taken to amusing themselves: passing various origami notes that the professor never noticed.
Draco smirked, looking down at the curled writing that he could have recognized even had he not known the note was from Pansy. Between her handwriting and the lingering scent of blueberries--her flavour of choice--he'd always be able to tell her notes apart from others.
He picked up his quill and wrote back.
What's that? You secretly have a thing for Goyle and you want to have his babies? I am wounded, for certain, but I am sure I will find a way to survive the heartache.
He sent the swan back to her and watched as her lips pouted slightly and her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
The swan returned.
The purpose of a secret, Malfoy, is that it's a secret. Meet me after class if you want to do a little detective work. You know where.
Draco kept his face cool and collected, unreadable as he sent back another note.
You're a tease, Pans. I might be there, I might not. I was really hoping to categorize my potions books this evening.
*****
Draco arrived in the abandoned classroom fashionably late. He made a point never to seem too eager to see Pansy. After all, she was chasing him. It was his job to look irresistibly handsome and unattainable. He covered that job description to a tee, if he did say himself.
Pansy was sitting atop an abandoned desk, beaconing him to her with the crook of her forefinger.
He leaned back against the doorjamb, observing his fingernails disinterestedly. After all, he'd come to the classroom, she had to do the rest. He was not disappointed when she hopped off the desk and closed the space between them with a few short strides. Her arms went around his neck as she tilted her head upward to kiss him. His hand, currently resting on the small of her back, slid downward over the curve of her arse and under her skirt, where it stopped, surprised. He pulled back from the kiss.
"You're not wearing any knickers?"
Pansy's wicked grin rivaled Draco's best. "I told you I had a secret."
terrayn
Title: Wiles
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language
Summary: Pansy is watching him and he wants to know why.
When Granger stomps about brazen and obvious, it’s just another Monday.
When Pansy Parkinson does it, it can only mean she’s hiding something. There’s nothing unusual about his housemates tucking secrets behind condescending, casual expressions, but when one of their own is carrying on with melodramatic furtiveness, halting in the middle of sentences, lowering her voice with a sly look, then you know the real secret is the opposite of whatever she wants you to believe she isn’t saying.
Draco’s interest is piqued when she begins hinting to the Slytherin girls (and inexplicably Zabini) that she’s mad for him. He catches her casting sultry, lovelorn looks his way when she knows he’s staring. A normal teenage girl confronted by her secret crush will blush, lower her eyes demurely or do some daft girly thing. Pansy doesn’t. That’s how he knows she’s playing him for the fool.
In Potions, her gaze flits over him like a warm breeze. In their common room, she sprawls in a rumpled sweater and short shorts that make his fingers twitch.
“See something you like?” he drawls over dinner when he has been heated, chilled, beckoned and shunned, her plaything for damned long enough.
Pansy startles, as though he’s caught her unawares (the deceitful minx!), and bites her lip. “What do you mean?”
Suddenly she’s fluttering nervousness and coy teenage girl and ever so slightly, she tilts her head towards Zabini, who watches her watch him. That’s when Draco realizes what this game is really about, or rather whom, and irrationally, it angers him because even though he knows it isn’t about him-dammit, she’s using him so it should be about him. His chair nearly falls over when he rises. Her eyes widen when he yanks her upright and drags her out of the Great Hall.
“What-” she sputters.
He grips her arms. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
She splays her fingers over his shoulders, a gentle touch that burns and makes his throat tight. “What have I been doing?”
“You’ve been using me to get at Zabini.”
Pansy hums. “What makes you say that?”
“You’ve been staring at me for days, driving me up a wall. What else could you want?”
“Maybe I knew that was the only way you'd notice me,” she says softly. Tilting up, she brushes her lips against his mouth, and he feels the smile in her kiss.
persianita
Title: So Slytherin
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Very subtle innuendo or allusion to sex
Summary: Draco and Pansy converse in a Hogwarts broom closet.
Draco almost yelped in surprise when a delicate arm yanked him into a broom closet as he was walking through the halls.
Despite the darkness of the closet, the lips that immediately met his were very familiar-- and extremely skilled.
“Pansy,” he whispered.
They passed a few more moments in this manner before she finally lit her wand, her dark features still obscure in the dim light.
“Guess what I have in my room?” she whispered excitedly.
“A perfectly inviting bed with Egyptian cotton sheets? That was easy. You know how well acquainted I am with… your bed.”
He merely grinned at the light smack he received in response.
“No, you impertinent prat.” Pansy glared at him before continuing; “We successfully ambushed the youngest Creevey and forced the passwords out of him. I have them written up in my room, and we’re all meeting tonight at the Quidditch Pitch to decide when and how to lure out the Gryffindors.”
“But won’t he run and alert Potty and the Mudblood?”
Pansy shook her head and could hardly contain her excitement, “No! That’s the best part! We fed him a potion to make him forget! It was Theo’s concoction; like a bit of Obliviate with a dash of the Confundus. He still has the memory but is too confused to know what it means or how to recall it.”
Draco was undeniably impressed.
“And have we decided just what kind of mayhem we will be causing?”
Pansy waved her hand dismissively, “The others are divided. They can’t decide between the usual upturning of belongings and casual chaos, or dumping Transylvanian Itch-For-Days Powder in their beds and on their robes. Zabini suggested a charm he read about to fill up their trunks with jam, but Crabbe and Goyle were scandalized at the waste of perfectly good food on ‘worthless Gryffindors’.”
Draco raised an eyebrow but merely shrugged, “I’m sure whatever we vote on will be suitable, as long as we don’t get caught.”
Pansy smirked as she fingered his collar, “are you doubting my ability to get into places I’m not supposed to go without getting caught?”
“No.” Draco lightly tapped her button nose and matched her smirk, “You, my devious minx, have my full confidence. You know it’s why I love you.”
“Shh. Someone might hear you.” Pansy smiled playfully and stood on tiptoe to meet him in a kiss.
alley_skywalker
Title: Secrets and Kittens
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Some very mild sexual interaction
Summary: Pansy has a secret. How fascinating Draco finds it is questionable.
“Pansy, where are we going?” Draco drawled in a tone that betrayed at least some of his amusement despite an intense desire to seem annoyed by the petite brunette’s antics.
“Be patient,” Pansy hissed back, tugging on Draco’s hand so he would walk faster. The blond rolled his eyes and followed her obediently. She led his down a dark corridor deep in the dungeons until they came to what looked like a storage room door. Pansy tapped the lock with her wand and muttered something. The lock clicked open and she slid into the room pulling Draco along with her.
“Lumos,” Draco muttered, squinting against the darkness and almost jumped when something in the corner gave a loud “MEOW.”
“You scared her,” came Pansy’s accusation somewhere from the right. Then her own Lumos came on and Draco was able to make out her pretty, sharply-outlined features, bathed in shaky blue light as she knelt on the floor, cuddling something white and furry close to her chest. “I found her in Hogsmeade all along and starved. I’ve named her Snowflake.”
Draco looked bewildered. “This was your big secret? A kitten?”
Pansy frowned up at him. “Well? Everyone would laugh if I just showed up with a snow-white kitten, you know they would.”
Draco sat down next to her and reached out to pet the small furball that Pansy seemed so attached too. “Yea, I suppose they would.” He looked over at her and smirked a bit. She smirked back. “Ok, furball can be our little secret.”
“Her name’s Snowflake.”
Draco shook his head. “Whatever.” He leaned forward and captured Pansy’s lips with his. She let her wand drop and her Lumos went out. She wrapped one arm around Draco’s shoulders and pulled him toward her greedily. Draco let go of his own wand and they were submerged in darkness. He slid one hand under Pansy’s shirt and teased the nipple of one of her breasts with his thumb. She half-gasped, half-laughed into their kiss, one hand sifting through Draco’s soft hair.
In the dark, Snowflake purred approvingly.
elle_blessing
Title: Night of the Hunters
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Going undercover never tasted so good.
A heavy step pulled their attention towards the alley’s mouth. “Security,” Draco hissed, their eyes meeting moments later.
There were no other words, no hesitation. They moved in tandem; he pushed her back against the brick wall and her fingers hooked into his belt to tug him flush against her. Their mouths met, and when Pansy heard the step hesitate - they had been spotted - she slid her hands up Draco’s chest and around his neck as he smoothed one down to bare skin. With practiced ease, Draco hooked her leg around his hip even as he shifted into the crook of hers.
Their observer yet lingered, and Pansy wound her fingers into Draco’s hair and bit his lip - hard. If this weren’t so very serious, she would have smirked against his mouth as he growled, gripped her thigh and rolled his hips into hers. She knew his buttons.
The booted step did move on then, and Draco took a breath to speak, but Pansy held a finger to her lips - quiet. She had better hearing. Only when she was absolutely sure there were no listening ears did she relax, dark eyes finding his.
“I love you, darling, but leather trou?” she said dryly, raising a brow at her partner as they drew apart.
“Nice tattoo, Pans.” Draco countered, smirking as her eyes narrowed. “Very classy.”
“Yes, well, we do what we must,” she said airily before moving past him and out of the alleyway. The club - and their target - was across the street, and by the look of it, their research into the hotspot had been accurate. It was obviously the place to be in Amsterdam - if your tastes swerved very sharply to the left. The line wrapping around the building was populated with more leather, mesh and spikes than Pansy cared to see again.
“Did you get the passes?” Draco’s gaze flicked to the bouncers at the doors.
“No. It’s too calculated.” At Draco’s quick look, she added, “They’re going to let us in because we’re fabulous, darling. It’s not nearly so suspicious.”
Her lips twitched then and she reached up to wipe his mouth clean. “This lipstick, however, makes me doubtful.”
“It tastes good,” he volunteered with a smirk.
“Or course it does.” As if it wouldn’t. “Now, do try to be properly lascivious and get us in there. We’ve a very bad man to punish.”
leigh_adams
Title: A Prefect's Abuse of Power
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Pansy and Draco find out what everyone thinks of them.
At half past one in the morning, the Slytherin common room was deserted save for one person. Pansy was seated by the fire in one of the many green leather sofas, her black dressing gown cinched tightly around her waist. Several loose sheets of parchment sat around her, all plucked from a dragon hide portfolio that sat open on her lap.
As she shifted to the next drawing, one elegant brow quirked upwards in amusement. "Well," she murmured to herself, "what have we here?"
The door to the common room creaked open, and she smiled when Draco slipped through. "Oh good, it's you.. Come over here, darling."
Draco gave a mental groan as he walked across the common room. He'd been working on the bloody Vanishing Cabinet all night, and the last thing he wanted to do was listen to Pansy natter on about something he could honestly care less about.
"Pans, whatever nefarious plots you're concocting, save it till morning," he said as he sprawled over an armchair across from her.
"Sorry, but no. This should give you a laugh before bedtime," she said with a smirk as she handed him one of the pieces of parchment.
Draco's eyebrows shot way up, and he was unable to keep a matching smirk off his face as he studied the drawing. "Where did you get this?"
"Confiscated it from one of the fifth year Ravenclaws," she replied smugly, leaning back against the sofa. "What do you think?"
"I think the artist has done justice to my Adonis-like physique," he quipped dryly. "You, on the other hand... when did you start wearing green lipstick?"
Pansy gave an irritated sniff. "I believe the term for what I'm supposedly wearing in that is 'gothic,'" she said. "And whatever little snot drew this has obviously never seen you without a shirt on."
Draco ignored the quip and merely said, "And is that a tattoo?" before she reached out and snatched the drawing away from him. "Oh, and apparently the dialogue bubble with the heart means we're in love."
At that, she gave a dramatic eye roll. "I'm sorry, I just can't be with someone who uses more hair products than I do," she snipped. "Merlin, is this what the rest of the school thinks we do in our spare time?"
"You mean besides terrorize small children and kittens?" Draco drawled. "Yes, I suppose it is."
akashathekitty
Title: Lost
Word Count: 395
Rating: R/M for context
Warning: Power imbalances; arguably implied dub-con.
Summary: Pansy can never say no to Draco.
‘I have something to show you,’ Draco murmured in Pansy’s ear before he abruptly grabbed her wrist and dragged off with her.
The bugger had snuck up on her again while she hadn’t been looking. Damn him for being almost everywhere she went. ‘No... wait... stop!’ she protested, trying in vain to dig in her heels, but he ignored her. He always ignored her.
Why must he make her heart beat so fast and her tongue tie in knots whenever he was near?
‘We can’t do this,’ she tried when he finally stopped dragging her, only to gasp when he grabbed her around the waist and Apparated them away. She didn’t even have to look to know that they were at his home. Probably in his bedroom.
‘Do what?’ he murmured, slowly sliding his lips over her neck, making her shiver as his hot breath teased her skin.
‘I’m-I’m not...’ It was difficult to think like this.
‘Not what?’ he asked, sneaking his hands up under her blouse to caress her sides.
‘Available,’ she forced out. ‘I’m not available. It’s too late, so don’t-’
He merely tutted at her. ‘When will you learn not to spin tales, Pansy? You know you’re always available to me.’
She was. She really was. It was her bloody curse.
‘I’m seeing Zabini now,’ she forced out. ‘He and that conniving bitch finally broke it off and-’
‘And he’s using you to make her jealous,’ Draco casually finished her sentence, always without a care about her feelings. ‘You’re better off with me.’ He drew back to remove his shirt. Damn! She had to look away not to touch him.
She bitterly laughed. ‘You say that, but you don’t actually want to be with me!’
‘When will you learn that you’re mine and nothing will ever change that? Nothing. Marry your precious Zabini if you like, but you’re still mine.’ He pulled her close again.
He was right, unfortunately. He might have the Dark Mark on his arm, but she had an even darker mark on her soul. Draco’s mark. She’d never be able to resist him.
‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ she whispered, giving in to temptation. ‘As long as nobody knows, it’ll be all right.’
Draco smiled wickedly. ‘That’s what I’ve been saying all along.’
Then he kissed her and she was once again lost to the world.
eonone
Title: When the Vow Breaks
Word Count: 355
Rating: R
Warning: Adultery and some sexual content, but not explicit.
Summary: Pansy and Draco meet to “talk.”
Pansy crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “You’re married, Draco,” she said, indignant.
“So? You met me here, didn’t you?”
“You said you wanted to talk.”
Draco smirked. “People don’t generally talk in places like this.”
She glanced around warily. They were in a small, dank room that had a bed, nightstand, and a lopsided dresser. It looked like it had never been cleaned, the bedcovers were moth-eaten, and she didn’t plan on entering the tiny bathroom if she could help it.
Pansy really had wanted to talk, but she wasn’t so naive as to not know where this was headed.
Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, propped up on his arms, looking smug.
She turned and reached for the doorknob. He was behind her in an instant, arms wrapped around her waist. Familiarly.
“Pans, don’t,” he said, resting his head into the crook of her shoulder. “Stay.”
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said weakly, but let her fingers slip away from the dirty brass of the handle. Draco ignored her moral dilemma and tugged her back toward the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Pans.” His lips were on her neck, then teeth along her jaw. He climbed onto the dusty duvet and pulled her with him. Her head was protesting, screaming that this was wrong, stupid. She knew better. But her body wanted him. Her heart did, too.
Draco pulled off his shirt and tossed it carelessly aside, then started working on the buttons of Pansy’s blouse.
“You’re married...” she tried again, distracted as his fingers shoved away the lacy fabric of her bra and his mouth replaced them.
“You don’t care,” Draco murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I know how much you love me.”
“Do you know how much I hate you, too?”
Draco smirked and pulled back to meet her hard stare. Pulled back to watch her body follow after him.
He pressed a finger to her lips. “It’ll always be our little secret.”
lokifan
Title: Shiny Things
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG
Warning: none
Summary: Slytherins are good at capturing shiny, pretty things for themselves.
“Pansy!” Draco grabbed her arm, drawing her away from the crowd of eighth-year Slytherins. She put down her Firewhiskey and pumpkin juice before he could make her drop it and let her pull him, giggling.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to be out there, celebrating your crushing victory over the Ravenclaws?” Pansy grinned. They’d both been doing just that for hours, and the party was in full swing. After the misery of last year and the seething resentment of this one, this victory was fairy dust in their veins.
Being a pariah left a bitter taste in her mouth, but victory was sweet. Especially since Pansy had made sure her Slytherins went all-out supporting the team: green lipstick and hairclips and paint on their arms and faces.
“I’ve got you a present.” Draco had one hand hidden behind his back.
“Oh!” Pansy felt her eyes light with avarice. “Keep it quiet or they’ll all want one.” She pressed a finger to her lips, enjoying his irritated look.
It faded into a smile easily; he was drunk and shirtless, and glowing smugly with victory in the firelight. “There’s only one,” he said, and brought his hand forward with a flourish. Balanced between his outstretched fingers, silver wings still flapping, was the Golden Snitch.
“You’re giving me the Snitch?” Pansy melted a little at the idea of Draco yielding his victory to her, but hid it with a wry smile. “Classic Seeker move to get into someone’s knickers.”
“Yes it is. I require a kiss as payment.”
She laughed and put her hand on his. The Snitch’s wings fluttered against her palm as she walked forward into Draco’s arms.
His wiry arms were tight around her, his bare chest pressed to hers, his lips skilled and soft. Pansy slid a hand into his hair and opened her mouth for his tongue.
His hand relaxed, and the Snitch sprang upwards into her grip.
She pulled back, smirking, and waved the Snitch at him. “I may not be a Seeker, but I have my ways to get shiny, pretty things.”
Draco pouted. His lips were stained a little with her green lipstick, and his hands smeared with green paint from the Ss on her arms. His hair gleamed as he tossed his head, imitating her. “I can get it back.”
“Quite possibly,” she agreed, and tasted victory on his tongue.
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Notes
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- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
kitty_mrowr
Title: Some Like It Hot
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Innuendos, ftw!
Summary: Pansy has a secret. Draco enjoys the investigation.
I have a secret.
It was the latest line on the animated swan being passed between Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy in the ever-dull History of Magic class with Professor Binns. This was how they'd taken to amusing themselves: passing various origami notes that the professor never noticed.
Draco smirked, looking down at the curled writing that he could have recognized even had he not known the note was from Pansy. Between her handwriting and the lingering scent of blueberries--her flavour of choice--he'd always be able to tell her notes apart from others.
He picked up his quill and wrote back.
What's that? You secretly have a thing for Goyle and you want to have his babies? I am wounded, for certain, but I am sure I will find a way to survive the heartache.
He sent the swan back to her and watched as her lips pouted slightly and her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
The swan returned.
The purpose of a secret, Malfoy, is that it's a secret. Meet me after class if you want to do a little detective work. You know where.
Draco kept his face cool and collected, unreadable as he sent back another note.
You're a tease, Pans. I might be there, I might not. I was really hoping to categorize my potions books this evening.
*****
Draco arrived in the abandoned classroom fashionably late. He made a point never to seem too eager to see Pansy. After all, she was chasing him. It was his job to look irresistibly handsome and unattainable. He covered that job description to a tee, if he did say himself.
Pansy was sitting atop an abandoned desk, beaconing him to her with the crook of her forefinger.
He leaned back against the doorjamb, observing his fingernails disinterestedly. After all, he'd come to the classroom, she had to do the rest. He was not disappointed when she hopped off the desk and closed the space between them with a few short strides. Her arms went around his neck as she tilted her head upward to kiss him. His hand, currently resting on the small of her back, slid downward over the curve of her arse and under her skirt, where it stopped, surprised. He pulled back from the kiss.
"You're not wearing any knickers?"
Pansy's wicked grin rivaled Draco's best. "I told you I had a secret."
terrayn
Title: Wiles
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language
Summary: Pansy is watching him and he wants to know why.
When Granger stomps about brazen and obvious, it’s just another Monday.
When Pansy Parkinson does it, it can only mean she’s hiding something. There’s nothing unusual about his housemates tucking secrets behind condescending, casual expressions, but when one of their own is carrying on with melodramatic furtiveness, halting in the middle of sentences, lowering her voice with a sly look, then you know the real secret is the opposite of whatever she wants you to believe she isn’t saying.
Draco’s interest is piqued when she begins hinting to the Slytherin girls (and inexplicably Zabini) that she’s mad for him. He catches her casting sultry, lovelorn looks his way when she knows he’s staring. A normal teenage girl confronted by her secret crush will blush, lower her eyes demurely or do some daft girly thing. Pansy doesn’t. That’s how he knows she’s playing him for the fool.
In Potions, her gaze flits over him like a warm breeze. In their common room, she sprawls in a rumpled sweater and short shorts that make his fingers twitch.
“See something you like?” he drawls over dinner when he has been heated, chilled, beckoned and shunned, her plaything for damned long enough.
Pansy startles, as though he’s caught her unawares (the deceitful minx!), and bites her lip. “What do you mean?”
Suddenly she’s fluttering nervousness and coy teenage girl and ever so slightly, she tilts her head towards Zabini, who watches her watch him. That’s when Draco realizes what this game is really about, or rather whom, and irrationally, it angers him because even though he knows it isn’t about him-dammit, she’s using him so it should be about him. His chair nearly falls over when he rises. Her eyes widen when he yanks her upright and drags her out of the Great Hall.
“What-” she sputters.
He grips her arms. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
She splays her fingers over his shoulders, a gentle touch that burns and makes his throat tight. “What have I been doing?”
“You’ve been using me to get at Zabini.”
Pansy hums. “What makes you say that?”
“You’ve been staring at me for days, driving me up a wall. What else could you want?”
“Maybe I knew that was the only way you'd notice me,” she says softly. Tilting up, she brushes her lips against his mouth, and he feels the smile in her kiss.
persianita
Title: So Slytherin
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Very subtle innuendo or allusion to sex
Summary: Draco and Pansy converse in a Hogwarts broom closet.
Draco almost yelped in surprise when a delicate arm yanked him into a broom closet as he was walking through the halls.
Despite the darkness of the closet, the lips that immediately met his were very familiar-- and extremely skilled.
“Pansy,” he whispered.
They passed a few more moments in this manner before she finally lit her wand, her dark features still obscure in the dim light.
“Guess what I have in my room?” she whispered excitedly.
“A perfectly inviting bed with Egyptian cotton sheets? That was easy. You know how well acquainted I am with… your bed.”
He merely grinned at the light smack he received in response.
“No, you impertinent prat.” Pansy glared at him before continuing; “We successfully ambushed the youngest Creevey and forced the passwords out of him. I have them written up in my room, and we’re all meeting tonight at the Quidditch Pitch to decide when and how to lure out the Gryffindors.”
“But won’t he run and alert Potty and the Mudblood?”
Pansy shook her head and could hardly contain her excitement, “No! That’s the best part! We fed him a potion to make him forget! It was Theo’s concoction; like a bit of Obliviate with a dash of the Confundus. He still has the memory but is too confused to know what it means or how to recall it.”
Draco was undeniably impressed.
“And have we decided just what kind of mayhem we will be causing?”
Pansy waved her hand dismissively, “The others are divided. They can’t decide between the usual upturning of belongings and casual chaos, or dumping Transylvanian Itch-For-Days Powder in their beds and on their robes. Zabini suggested a charm he read about to fill up their trunks with jam, but Crabbe and Goyle were scandalized at the waste of perfectly good food on ‘worthless Gryffindors’.”
Draco raised an eyebrow but merely shrugged, “I’m sure whatever we vote on will be suitable, as long as we don’t get caught.”
Pansy smirked as she fingered his collar, “are you doubting my ability to get into places I’m not supposed to go without getting caught?”
“No.” Draco lightly tapped her button nose and matched her smirk, “You, my devious minx, have my full confidence. You know it’s why I love you.”
“Shh. Someone might hear you.” Pansy smiled playfully and stood on tiptoe to meet him in a kiss.
alley_skywalker
Title: Secrets and Kittens
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Some very mild sexual interaction
Summary: Pansy has a secret. How fascinating Draco finds it is questionable.
“Pansy, where are we going?” Draco drawled in a tone that betrayed at least some of his amusement despite an intense desire to seem annoyed by the petite brunette’s antics.
“Be patient,” Pansy hissed back, tugging on Draco’s hand so he would walk faster. The blond rolled his eyes and followed her obediently. She led his down a dark corridor deep in the dungeons until they came to what looked like a storage room door. Pansy tapped the lock with her wand and muttered something. The lock clicked open and she slid into the room pulling Draco along with her.
“Lumos,” Draco muttered, squinting against the darkness and almost jumped when something in the corner gave a loud “MEOW.”
“You scared her,” came Pansy’s accusation somewhere from the right. Then her own Lumos came on and Draco was able to make out her pretty, sharply-outlined features, bathed in shaky blue light as she knelt on the floor, cuddling something white and furry close to her chest. “I found her in Hogsmeade all along and starved. I’ve named her Snowflake.”
Draco looked bewildered. “This was your big secret? A kitten?”
Pansy frowned up at him. “Well? Everyone would laugh if I just showed up with a snow-white kitten, you know they would.”
Draco sat down next to her and reached out to pet the small furball that Pansy seemed so attached too. “Yea, I suppose they would.” He looked over at her and smirked a bit. She smirked back. “Ok, furball can be our little secret.”
“Her name’s Snowflake.”
Draco shook his head. “Whatever.” He leaned forward and captured Pansy’s lips with his. She let her wand drop and her Lumos went out. She wrapped one arm around Draco’s shoulders and pulled him toward her greedily. Draco let go of his own wand and they were submerged in darkness. He slid one hand under Pansy’s shirt and teased the nipple of one of her breasts with his thumb. She half-gasped, half-laughed into their kiss, one hand sifting through Draco’s soft hair.
In the dark, Snowflake purred approvingly.
elle_blessing
Title: Night of the Hunters
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Going undercover never tasted so good.
A heavy step pulled their attention towards the alley’s mouth. “Security,” Draco hissed, their eyes meeting moments later.
There were no other words, no hesitation. They moved in tandem; he pushed her back against the brick wall and her fingers hooked into his belt to tug him flush against her. Their mouths met, and when Pansy heard the step hesitate - they had been spotted - she slid her hands up Draco’s chest and around his neck as he smoothed one down to bare skin. With practiced ease, Draco hooked her leg around his hip even as he shifted into the crook of hers.
Their observer yet lingered, and Pansy wound her fingers into Draco’s hair and bit his lip - hard. If this weren’t so very serious, she would have smirked against his mouth as he growled, gripped her thigh and rolled his hips into hers. She knew his buttons.
The booted step did move on then, and Draco took a breath to speak, but Pansy held a finger to her lips - quiet. She had better hearing. Only when she was absolutely sure there were no listening ears did she relax, dark eyes finding his.
“I love you, darling, but leather trou?” she said dryly, raising a brow at her partner as they drew apart.
“Nice tattoo, Pans.” Draco countered, smirking as her eyes narrowed. “Very classy.”
“Yes, well, we do what we must,” she said airily before moving past him and out of the alleyway. The club - and their target - was across the street, and by the look of it, their research into the hotspot had been accurate. It was obviously the place to be in Amsterdam - if your tastes swerved very sharply to the left. The line wrapping around the building was populated with more leather, mesh and spikes than Pansy cared to see again.
“Did you get the passes?” Draco’s gaze flicked to the bouncers at the doors.
“No. It’s too calculated.” At Draco’s quick look, she added, “They’re going to let us in because we’re fabulous, darling. It’s not nearly so suspicious.”
Her lips twitched then and she reached up to wipe his mouth clean. “This lipstick, however, makes me doubtful.”
“It tastes good,” he volunteered with a smirk.
“Or course it does.” As if it wouldn’t. “Now, do try to be properly lascivious and get us in there. We’ve a very bad man to punish.”
leigh_adams
Title: A Prefect's Abuse of Power
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Pansy and Draco find out what everyone thinks of them.
At half past one in the morning, the Slytherin common room was deserted save for one person. Pansy was seated by the fire in one of the many green leather sofas, her black dressing gown cinched tightly around her waist. Several loose sheets of parchment sat around her, all plucked from a dragon hide portfolio that sat open on her lap.
As she shifted to the next drawing, one elegant brow quirked upwards in amusement. "Well," she murmured to herself, "what have we here?"
The door to the common room creaked open, and she smiled when Draco slipped through. "Oh good, it's you.. Come over here, darling."
Draco gave a mental groan as he walked across the common room. He'd been working on the bloody Vanishing Cabinet all night, and the last thing he wanted to do was listen to Pansy natter on about something he could honestly care less about.
"Pans, whatever nefarious plots you're concocting, save it till morning," he said as he sprawled over an armchair across from her.
"Sorry, but no. This should give you a laugh before bedtime," she said with a smirk as she handed him one of the pieces of parchment.
Draco's eyebrows shot way up, and he was unable to keep a matching smirk off his face as he studied the drawing. "Where did you get this?"
"Confiscated it from one of the fifth year Ravenclaws," she replied smugly, leaning back against the sofa. "What do you think?"
"I think the artist has done justice to my Adonis-like physique," he quipped dryly. "You, on the other hand... when did you start wearing green lipstick?"
Pansy gave an irritated sniff. "I believe the term for what I'm supposedly wearing in that is 'gothic,'" she said. "And whatever little snot drew this has obviously never seen you without a shirt on."
Draco ignored the quip and merely said, "And is that a tattoo?" before she reached out and snatched the drawing away from him. "Oh, and apparently the dialogue bubble with the heart means we're in love."
At that, she gave a dramatic eye roll. "I'm sorry, I just can't be with someone who uses more hair products than I do," she snipped. "Merlin, is this what the rest of the school thinks we do in our spare time?"
"You mean besides terrorize small children and kittens?" Draco drawled. "Yes, I suppose it is."
akashathekitty
Title: Lost
Word Count: 395
Rating: R/M for context
Warning: Power imbalances; arguably implied dub-con.
Summary: Pansy can never say no to Draco.
‘I have something to show you,’ Draco murmured in Pansy’s ear before he abruptly grabbed her wrist and dragged off with her.
The bugger had snuck up on her again while she hadn’t been looking. Damn him for being almost everywhere she went. ‘No... wait... stop!’ she protested, trying in vain to dig in her heels, but he ignored her. He always ignored her.
Why must he make her heart beat so fast and her tongue tie in knots whenever he was near?
‘We can’t do this,’ she tried when he finally stopped dragging her, only to gasp when he grabbed her around the waist and Apparated them away. She didn’t even have to look to know that they were at his home. Probably in his bedroom.
‘Do what?’ he murmured, slowly sliding his lips over her neck, making her shiver as his hot breath teased her skin.
‘I’m-I’m not...’ It was difficult to think like this.
‘Not what?’ he asked, sneaking his hands up under her blouse to caress her sides.
‘Available,’ she forced out. ‘I’m not available. It’s too late, so don’t-’
He merely tutted at her. ‘When will you learn not to spin tales, Pansy? You know you’re always available to me.’
She was. She really was. It was her bloody curse.
‘I’m seeing Zabini now,’ she forced out. ‘He and that conniving bitch finally broke it off and-’
‘And he’s using you to make her jealous,’ Draco casually finished her sentence, always without a care about her feelings. ‘You’re better off with me.’ He drew back to remove his shirt. Damn! She had to look away not to touch him.
She bitterly laughed. ‘You say that, but you don’t actually want to be with me!’
‘When will you learn that you’re mine and nothing will ever change that? Nothing. Marry your precious Zabini if you like, but you’re still mine.’ He pulled her close again.
He was right, unfortunately. He might have the Dark Mark on his arm, but she had an even darker mark on her soul. Draco’s mark. She’d never be able to resist him.
‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ she whispered, giving in to temptation. ‘As long as nobody knows, it’ll be all right.’
Draco smiled wickedly. ‘That’s what I’ve been saying all along.’
Then he kissed her and she was once again lost to the world.
eonone
Title: When the Vow Breaks
Word Count: 355
Rating: R
Warning: Adultery and some sexual content, but not explicit.
Summary: Pansy and Draco meet to “talk.”
Pansy crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “You’re married, Draco,” she said, indignant.
“So? You met me here, didn’t you?”
“You said you wanted to talk.”
Draco smirked. “People don’t generally talk in places like this.”
She glanced around warily. They were in a small, dank room that had a bed, nightstand, and a lopsided dresser. It looked like it had never been cleaned, the bedcovers were moth-eaten, and she didn’t plan on entering the tiny bathroom if she could help it.
Pansy really had wanted to talk, but she wasn’t so naive as to not know where this was headed.
Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, propped up on his arms, looking smug.
She turned and reached for the doorknob. He was behind her in an instant, arms wrapped around her waist. Familiarly.
“Pans, don’t,” he said, resting his head into the crook of her shoulder. “Stay.”
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said weakly, but let her fingers slip away from the dirty brass of the handle. Draco ignored her moral dilemma and tugged her back toward the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Pans.” His lips were on her neck, then teeth along her jaw. He climbed onto the dusty duvet and pulled her with him. Her head was protesting, screaming that this was wrong, stupid. She knew better. But her body wanted him. Her heart did, too.
Draco pulled off his shirt and tossed it carelessly aside, then started working on the buttons of Pansy’s blouse.
“You’re married...” she tried again, distracted as his fingers shoved away the lacy fabric of her bra and his mouth replaced them.
“You don’t care,” Draco murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I know how much you love me.”
“Do you know how much I hate you, too?”
Draco smirked and pulled back to meet her hard stare. Pulled back to watch her body follow after him.
He pressed a finger to her lips. “It’ll always be our little secret.”
lokifan
Title: Shiny Things
Word Count: 398
Rating: PG
Warning: none
Summary: Slytherins are good at capturing shiny, pretty things for themselves.
“Pansy!” Draco grabbed her arm, drawing her away from the crowd of eighth-year Slytherins. She put down her Firewhiskey and pumpkin juice before he could make her drop it and let her pull him, giggling.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to be out there, celebrating your crushing victory over the Ravenclaws?” Pansy grinned. They’d both been doing just that for hours, and the party was in full swing. After the misery of last year and the seething resentment of this one, this victory was fairy dust in their veins.
Being a pariah left a bitter taste in her mouth, but victory was sweet. Especially since Pansy had made sure her Slytherins went all-out supporting the team: green lipstick and hairclips and paint on their arms and faces.
“I’ve got you a present.” Draco had one hand hidden behind his back.
“Oh!” Pansy felt her eyes light with avarice. “Keep it quiet or they’ll all want one.” She pressed a finger to her lips, enjoying his irritated look.
It faded into a smile easily; he was drunk and shirtless, and glowing smugly with victory in the firelight. “There’s only one,” he said, and brought his hand forward with a flourish. Balanced between his outstretched fingers, silver wings still flapping, was the Golden Snitch.
“You’re giving me the Snitch?” Pansy melted a little at the idea of Draco yielding his victory to her, but hid it with a wry smile. “Classic Seeker move to get into someone’s knickers.”
“Yes it is. I require a kiss as payment.”
She laughed and put her hand on his. The Snitch’s wings fluttered against her palm as she walked forward into Draco’s arms.
His wiry arms were tight around her, his bare chest pressed to hers, his lips skilled and soft. Pansy slid a hand into his hair and opened her mouth for his tongue.
His hand relaxed, and the Snitch sprang upwards into her grip.
She pulled back, smirking, and waved the Snitch at him. “I may not be a Seeker, but I have my ways to get shiny, pretty things.”
Draco pouted. His lips were stained a little with her green lipstick, and his hands smeared with green paint from the Ss on her arms. His hair gleamed as he tossed his head, imitating her. “I can get it back.”
“Quite possibly,” she agreed, and tasted victory on his tongue.
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