Round Two, Challenge Four Voting
Underneath the cut you will find the drabbles and the voting for the fourth challenge of dmpp_ldws.
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 artwork by nami86.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
akashathekitty
Title: Falling
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff -_-
Summary: Pansy is displeased with Draco's adventurous streak.
“Would you get your butt away from there!” Pansy hissed and surreptitiously looked around. She was never one for getting in trouble. Draco loved trouble.
“Relax,” Draco drawled and swung one leg over the side of the parapet to dangle freely in the air, many feet above the ground. Even he got dizzy if he spent too long looking directly down. That was the fun of both flying and the Astronomy Tower-the thrill.
“We’re not supposed to be here,” she objected. “There’s no magic to keep us from falling because we’re not supposed to be here!”
“Did I ever tell you that you make a lousy Slytherin, Pansy?” Draco asked, making as if to swing his other leg around as well.
She quickly stopped him by lunging forward and grabbing onto his waist. Never mind that she almost toppled him over and pushed both of them to their deaths. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice quavering lightly. “I’m trying to use any means to get what I want. That means nagging you, because how can I get you if you’re dead?”
Draco reached out to touch Pansy’s cheek. Her pout really was adorable. “Say you love me,” he quietly demanded.
She sighed. “Must we do this every time?”
He nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Fine. I love you. Now get off the bloody railing!”
He shook his head. No. This time would be different. Before she could object, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap.
She shrieked and clawed at him, attempting to get away and back to safety. “What are you doing, you psycho! Let. Me. GO!”
He ignored her and pulled her closer for a kiss.
“Mmpf!” She almost immediately pushing him away. “Don’t think you can just-”
He cut her off with another kiss, which she didn’t appreciate either. “Relax, love,” he murmured once she had to stop ranting to breathe. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He tightened his grip on her hips just to demonstrate that she was indeed secure.
She rolled her eyes at him, but her eyes softened and she didn’t fight him quite that hard anymore. “You know I don’t like heights,” she finally said. “I’m not a complete wuss about it, mind you, but I don’t like tempting fate.”
Draco grinned. “You’re a pansy, but that’s ok.”
She gaped at him and then sputtered and tried once more to get free. He didn’t mind too much, since it involved a hefty amount of squirming in his lap.
Finally, however, he’d had enough and grabbed her wrists hard enough for her to hold still and pout at him again. “You’re my Pansy,” he said. “I love you too.”
“Git.” She scowled at him. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
He just smiled and leaned in to kiss her again, this time getting no resistance at all as he showed her exactly why she put up with him.
elle_blessing
Title: Untouched
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Don’t talk about the consequences. Right now you’re the only thing that makes any sense to me.
He pressed his lips to hers in a moment of impulsive want, but then she sighed into his mouth and Draco couldn’t remember why he didn’t do things like this with Pansy. He only knew that she tasted like cinnamon spice and that it was so very right when his hands found her hips, when she was tight against him, as close as clothes would allow. He only knew that the shivers from his touch and her nips for more, harder, faster, made him want to forget everything - no more impossible tasks, no more war, no ball and chain tattooed to his arm.
Breath was needed though, and they broke apart gasping for air. “Pans”
“Yes,” she breathed, dark eyes hopeful and devastated all at once as she met his gaze. It would not happen again. He would spare her, or try to, and it was yet another reason to curse the world they found themselves in.
She sighed and cupped his face, pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “I know, darling. I know.”
It was a whispered goodbye and Draco closed his eyes against the inevitable. There were so many reasons why they had not tread this road, but mostly because it would hurt more to lose this, too.
eonone
Title: An Illusory Mental Image
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language
Summary: Pansy can't seem to pay attention in Potions.
“I needn’t remind you that the the ashwinder eggs are extremely volatile... failure to dilute the solution properly will surely result in.... death... dismemberment...”
Pansy yanked her hand up to her mouth to stifle a yawn as Professor Snape droned on about the day’s assignment. Double Potions with the Gryffindors was always the worst. She could barely stomach Granger’s bushy head at three in the afternoon, much less first thing in the morning.
Draco elbowed her gently in the side. “What was that last thing he said?”
Pansy shrugged and yawned against her palm again. She was only catching snatches of the lecture, at best. “He was just making a point to scare Longbottom, I think.”
Neville was shaking, so it must have been effective. Draco nodded and leaned back in his chair.
Professor Snape continued on with the lecture, which seemed to go on much longer than usual. Perhaps it had something to do with Umbridge’s new decrees. Pansy struggled to follow along, but Snape’s voice settled into a faint rhythm somewhere far away.
“Come on,” Draco said, and Pansy jumped as his breath skated across her neck.
“Is class over already?” she asked, but Draco just rolled his eyes and took her hand. “Come on,” he said again, and the Potions classroom melted away. He tugged her through corridors and up stairwells, his fingers warm, laced between hers.
“Where are we going?” she asked, breathless as they climbed another staircase. He answered her with a decidedly wicked smile.
“We’re here,” he said, and opened a door into a room she’d never seen before, covered in white. White walls, white drapes. A tiny, white bed in the center of the room.
“This is it?” she asked, decidedly unimpressed, but he took a seat on the bed and tugged her with him.
”Oh,” she laughed, and straddled his lap. Her shoes slipped off of her feet, but she didn’t move to retrieve them. Draco’s nimble fingers worked the knot of her tie undone, then started plucking open the buttons of her shirt. Pansy’s fingers skimmed up his chest, then wound into his hair.
“Come here,” he growled, and she gasped as his hands gripped her arse and roughly tugged her closer. Then he kissed her.
It was warm and lovely and his lips were soft and wonderful and “Fuck, Draco,” was all that she could manage.
He pulled away to look at her, and smiled.
“Pansy Parkinson, are you paying attention?” he asked.
Pansy gaped at him. “What?”
But Draco’s face was changing, melting away.
“Miss Parkinson!”
Suddenly Snape was looming above her. And most of the class was staring. Some of them amused, some of them smug.
“How nice of you to join us,” Snape said, dryly. “Two points from Slytherin.”
Pansy sank down in her chair, cheeks blazing. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“Sounded like some dream,” Draco whispered, with an arch smile. “You’ve never said my name quite like that before.”
Before she could die of embarrassment, he brushed his fingertips along her knee.
“I’d like to hear it again.”
leigh_adams
Title: Full Circle
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff. Not my forte.
Summary: Draco and Pansy come full circle.
October 5, 1994
Pansy let her legs swing over either side of the stone wall as she listened to Draco natter on about Potter and Weasley, things that she could have cared less about. Ever since the incident with Moody in the courtyard, he’d been especially testy.
He was beginning to start in on the Mudblood’s hair when Pansy decided to take matters into her own hands. On a whim, she leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against his.
It took Draco by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “What the bloody hell was that for, Pansy?”
She sighed. Men. “Honestly, darling, do you think I care about how every loves Potter, or how vapid Weasley is? And it’s an insult for you to speak of that Mudblood in my presence, so I was doing what I should have done hours ago. Shutting you up.”
“Oh.” A few, quiet moments passed before Draco’s lips tilted upwards in a small, suggestive smirk. His hands moved from the cool stone to rest lightly on her hips. “Pans, if you wanted to snog me, all you had to do was say so,” he murmured.
“Not everyone would find that line charming,” she replied, arching a brow at him.
“Yes, but you do.” And with that, he closed the gap between them with a soft, slow kiss.
August 26, 2004
Hogwarts had changed in the years since they had left. The castle had suffered immense damage during the final battle, and a few of the greenhouses had been destroyed. It was all a testament to the sands of time, slipping through their fingers as life moved on.
One place hadn’t changed, though, and that was the low, stone wall.
“This is your idea of a date, darling?” Pansy queried when Draco pulled the blindfold off of her. When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, eyebrow quirking at his satisfied smirk. “What?”
“Look down.”
Pansy did as he said, and the sight that greeted her caused her eyebrows to rise even higher on her forehead. “Honestly, Draco, this is what you consider to be appealing? My old uniform?”
“Now that you’ve filled out some, I would say so,” he drawled, letting his gaze linger on the way her chest strained against the too-tight Oxford shirt before it lowered to her short, short skirt.
She rolled her eyes and walked closer to the stone wall, perching herself upon it. “Why are we here?”
Draco raised a brow at her. “Do you not remember?”
“Remember what, darling?”
“This place,” he replied, mimicking her actions. “We carved a heart in the stone during fifth year.”
Her lips formed a soft ‘O’ of remembrance, and she smiled. “We had our first kiss here, fourth year.”
And it was hopefully to be the place where she would agree to be his wife. With the diamond ring in his pocket burning in awareness, he leaned in and kissed her once more, just as he had so long ago.
terrayn
Title: Days We Never Knew
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warning: profanity
Summary: Hogwarts scholars believe there is only one Room of Requirement. They're wrong.
Even when she tries, Pansy doesn’t always remember the low-hanging ledge, cracked in the corners, always dusty, and little more than an offshoot, really, of a lonely alcove in the Charms corridor. She discovers it by accident after tripping on the train of her Yule Ball gown. Darting out-of-sight to repair the hem, she startles, seeing a crooked balcony giving off the illusion of floating above the lake. But when she leaves, she forgets its existence.
Then one miserable sixth year night, she’s retracing her tracks, certain Charms is where she dropped the ribbon Draco tossed her at breakfast, and blinking away tears, trying to ignore Daphne’s malicious voice-follows him like a starving pug though he couldn’t care less-when an alcove materializes out of thin air. With sudden clarity, she remembers the night she first found this place. Patting her pockets, she withdraws parchment and writes: Go to the Charms corridor for anything you don’t want to remember. Then bracing her palms against the stone ledge, she shouts wordless nonsense until her voice gives out; afterwards she walks back, inexplicably calm.
The morning Draco rebuffs her concerns with barely leashed violence, she marches him at wandpoint into her secret refuge. “Once we leave, neither of us will remember this.”
“Are you daft?”
Pansy shoves him back into the corridor, following him. “Why are we here, Draco?”
He stares at her scornfully. “Because you’ve got a wand pointed at me. Not that I can go any farther, what with this being a dead-end.”
Satisfied, she touches the wall, vanishing it. “And now?”
Draco flinches as if struck. “What is this? Another Room of Requirement?”
“Not…exactly. You forget it exists when you leave. I keep notes to remind myself it’s even here.” They step onto the balcony, a small smile quirking her lips at his sharp intake of breath. “Beautiful, right?”
“Must be a Forgetfulness Charm,” he mutters.
“Tell me, Draco. Anything. It’s safe.”
Hesitating, he straddles the chilly ledge, grey eyes half-mast, hands balled into fists. “I’m fucked, Pansy. He plans to kill my parents.”
“What?”
“I’ve got to fix a cabinet then kill Dumbledore,” he gives a bark of laughter, “or we’re all dead.”
“What-”
“I’m afraid,” he whispers, reaching for her then halting the gesture midair.
She intertwines her fingers in his before he can draw away. “That won’t happen.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“I…don’t. But in here at least, you’re not alone.”
Draco twists to bare her wrist, tracing her pounding veins. “What a cosmic joke. I can’t even stand blood-”
“Stop that!” She turns his chin, smashing her mouth against his, swallowing the rest of his terror. “No one’s killing anyone.”
As she straightens, cheeks hot, Draco murmurs, “What the hell-won’t remember this anyway,” before hauling her onto his lap.
“T-This isn’t why I brought you here.”
“Can’t help it.” He kisses her until the world narrows into one pinpoint that includes only them. “Seizing unexpected opportunities is the family motto.”
lokifan
Title: Juvenile Delinquency
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Summary: They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.
They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.
The Ministry had collaborated with Voldemort, so they couldn’t imprison the students who’d done the same. Instead, they came up with a revoltingly Gryffindor solution: merciful, insufferably self-righteous, and determined to make everyone like them. In all senses of the word.
They bought a concrete warehouse and turned it into a re-education camp, to teach them the error of their ways.
Pansy was sent a letter ordering her to report to the Young Offenders Institute, or risk ‘further sanctions’. She threw the letter at her bedroom wall. That was unsatisfying and she threw a glass after it.
To be sent to some ‘institute’ to learn to be a nice girl!
The overseers searched her for contraband on arrival. She stood silently, humiliation scorching her from the inside until she felt her body would fall apart, blackened, with the heat of it.
Then they cut off her hair.
Pansy shuddered with the shock of it, loss stealing her breath at the sight of the black tresses abandoned on the concrete.
She was given a Slytherin Hogwarts uniform and sent to the girls’ dormitory. It had sixteen beds in military rows, and they weren’t allowed to put pictures up. A monitoring spell recorded conversations.
The next day’s lessons were about Muggle contributions to the world and the importance of Muggleborns to the economy.
Already she was less herself. They were going to break her apart, take every marker of Pansy Parkinson to make her into a sweet, faceless member of Dumbledore’s Army.
At lunch she caught sight of white-blond hair and a pointed face and her heart seemed to explode in a starburst of relief. “Draco!”
His head snapped up. His lips parted, his face animating at the sight of her. “Pansy!”
The overseer snapped for silence. Pansy didn’t eat another bite. She sat staring at Draco, while he looked back at her.
That night Pansy sneaked from the room. She and Draco had snogged in Hogwarts’ towers a thousand times. She found a stairway, a big red door marked FIRE EXIT, and there he was: waiting on the roof under starlight, as she’d known he’d be.
Pansy hugged his hard body against her, clinging to certainty. They kissed, their mouths sealing together. They stumbled across the roof together, laughing into each other’s mouths, and Draco straddled the low wall between them and freefall. He grinned up at her, daring. She popped a few shirt buttons and straddled him.
His hands slid into her shorn hair, and suddenly it was hers: the violation of it melted away by his fingers stroking the bare nape of her neck. She curled her hands over his shoulders, sliding her fingers along his contours. Yes: this was still Draco. They hadn’t changed him and they couldn’t take this away: his hands taut on her hips, his taste on her mouth, her name on his lips.
This moment was who she was.
Voting
Please copy the below into a comment (they are screened) and vote with the number of the drabble.
Most Favourite:
Least Favourite:
Thanks for voting! And please make sure to spread the word around so we get as many votes as possible! :)
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 artwork by nami86.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
akashathekitty
Title: Falling
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff -_-
Summary: Pansy is displeased with Draco's adventurous streak.
“Would you get your butt away from there!” Pansy hissed and surreptitiously looked around. She was never one for getting in trouble. Draco loved trouble.
“Relax,” Draco drawled and swung one leg over the side of the parapet to dangle freely in the air, many feet above the ground. Even he got dizzy if he spent too long looking directly down. That was the fun of both flying and the Astronomy Tower-the thrill.
“We’re not supposed to be here,” she objected. “There’s no magic to keep us from falling because we’re not supposed to be here!”
“Did I ever tell you that you make a lousy Slytherin, Pansy?” Draco asked, making as if to swing his other leg around as well.
She quickly stopped him by lunging forward and grabbing onto his waist. Never mind that she almost toppled him over and pushed both of them to their deaths. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice quavering lightly. “I’m trying to use any means to get what I want. That means nagging you, because how can I get you if you’re dead?”
Draco reached out to touch Pansy’s cheek. Her pout really was adorable. “Say you love me,” he quietly demanded.
She sighed. “Must we do this every time?”
He nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Fine. I love you. Now get off the bloody railing!”
He shook his head. No. This time would be different. Before she could object, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap.
She shrieked and clawed at him, attempting to get away and back to safety. “What are you doing, you psycho! Let. Me. GO!”
He ignored her and pulled her closer for a kiss.
“Mmpf!” She almost immediately pushing him away. “Don’t think you can just-”
He cut her off with another kiss, which she didn’t appreciate either. “Relax, love,” he murmured once she had to stop ranting to breathe. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He tightened his grip on her hips just to demonstrate that she was indeed secure.
She rolled her eyes at him, but her eyes softened and she didn’t fight him quite that hard anymore. “You know I don’t like heights,” she finally said. “I’m not a complete wuss about it, mind you, but I don’t like tempting fate.”
Draco grinned. “You’re a pansy, but that’s ok.”
She gaped at him and then sputtered and tried once more to get free. He didn’t mind too much, since it involved a hefty amount of squirming in his lap.
Finally, however, he’d had enough and grabbed her wrists hard enough for her to hold still and pout at him again. “You’re my Pansy,” he said. “I love you too.”
“Git.” She scowled at him. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
He just smiled and leaned in to kiss her again, this time getting no resistance at all as he showed her exactly why she put up with him.
elle_blessing
Title: Untouched
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Don’t talk about the consequences. Right now you’re the only thing that makes any sense to me.
He pressed his lips to hers in a moment of impulsive want, but then she sighed into his mouth and Draco couldn’t remember why he didn’t do things like this with Pansy. He only knew that she tasted like cinnamon spice and that it was so very right when his hands found her hips, when she was tight against him, as close as clothes would allow. He only knew that the shivers from his touch and her nips for more, harder, faster, made him want to forget everything - no more impossible tasks, no more war, no ball and chain tattooed to his arm.
Breath was needed though, and they broke apart gasping for air. “Pans”
“Yes,” she breathed, dark eyes hopeful and devastated all at once as she met his gaze. It would not happen again. He would spare her, or try to, and it was yet another reason to curse the world they found themselves in.
She sighed and cupped his face, pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “I know, darling. I know.”
It was a whispered goodbye and Draco closed his eyes against the inevitable. There were so many reasons why they had not tread this road, but mostly because it would hurt more to lose this, too.
eonone
Title: An Illusory Mental Image
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language
Summary: Pansy can't seem to pay attention in Potions.
“I needn’t remind you that the the ashwinder eggs are extremely volatile... failure to dilute the solution properly will surely result in.... death... dismemberment...”
Pansy yanked her hand up to her mouth to stifle a yawn as Professor Snape droned on about the day’s assignment. Double Potions with the Gryffindors was always the worst. She could barely stomach Granger’s bushy head at three in the afternoon, much less first thing in the morning.
Draco elbowed her gently in the side. “What was that last thing he said?”
Pansy shrugged and yawned against her palm again. She was only catching snatches of the lecture, at best. “He was just making a point to scare Longbottom, I think.”
Neville was shaking, so it must have been effective. Draco nodded and leaned back in his chair.
Professor Snape continued on with the lecture, which seemed to go on much longer than usual. Perhaps it had something to do with Umbridge’s new decrees. Pansy struggled to follow along, but Snape’s voice settled into a faint rhythm somewhere far away.
“Come on,” Draco said, and Pansy jumped as his breath skated across her neck.
“Is class over already?” she asked, but Draco just rolled his eyes and took her hand. “Come on,” he said again, and the Potions classroom melted away. He tugged her through corridors and up stairwells, his fingers warm, laced between hers.
“Where are we going?” she asked, breathless as they climbed another staircase. He answered her with a decidedly wicked smile.
“We’re here,” he said, and opened a door into a room she’d never seen before, covered in white. White walls, white drapes. A tiny, white bed in the center of the room.
“This is it?” she asked, decidedly unimpressed, but he took a seat on the bed and tugged her with him.
”Oh,” she laughed, and straddled his lap. Her shoes slipped off of her feet, but she didn’t move to retrieve them. Draco’s nimble fingers worked the knot of her tie undone, then started plucking open the buttons of her shirt. Pansy’s fingers skimmed up his chest, then wound into his hair.
“Come here,” he growled, and she gasped as his hands gripped her arse and roughly tugged her closer. Then he kissed her.
It was warm and lovely and his lips were soft and wonderful and “Fuck, Draco,” was all that she could manage.
He pulled away to look at her, and smiled.
“Pansy Parkinson, are you paying attention?” he asked.
Pansy gaped at him. “What?”
But Draco’s face was changing, melting away.
“Miss Parkinson!”
Suddenly Snape was looming above her. And most of the class was staring. Some of them amused, some of them smug.
“How nice of you to join us,” Snape said, dryly. “Two points from Slytherin.”
Pansy sank down in her chair, cheeks blazing. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“Sounded like some dream,” Draco whispered, with an arch smile. “You’ve never said my name quite like that before.”
Before she could die of embarrassment, he brushed his fingertips along her knee.
“I’d like to hear it again.”
leigh_adams
Title: Full Circle
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff. Not my forte.
Summary: Draco and Pansy come full circle.
October 5, 1994
Pansy let her legs swing over either side of the stone wall as she listened to Draco natter on about Potter and Weasley, things that she could have cared less about. Ever since the incident with Moody in the courtyard, he’d been especially testy.
He was beginning to start in on the Mudblood’s hair when Pansy decided to take matters into her own hands. On a whim, she leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against his.
It took Draco by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “What the bloody hell was that for, Pansy?”
She sighed. Men. “Honestly, darling, do you think I care about how every loves Potter, or how vapid Weasley is? And it’s an insult for you to speak of that Mudblood in my presence, so I was doing what I should have done hours ago. Shutting you up.”
“Oh.” A few, quiet moments passed before Draco’s lips tilted upwards in a small, suggestive smirk. His hands moved from the cool stone to rest lightly on her hips. “Pans, if you wanted to snog me, all you had to do was say so,” he murmured.
“Not everyone would find that line charming,” she replied, arching a brow at him.
“Yes, but you do.” And with that, he closed the gap between them with a soft, slow kiss.
August 26, 2004
Hogwarts had changed in the years since they had left. The castle had suffered immense damage during the final battle, and a few of the greenhouses had been destroyed. It was all a testament to the sands of time, slipping through their fingers as life moved on.
One place hadn’t changed, though, and that was the low, stone wall.
“This is your idea of a date, darling?” Pansy queried when Draco pulled the blindfold off of her. When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, eyebrow quirking at his satisfied smirk. “What?”
“Look down.”
Pansy did as he said, and the sight that greeted her caused her eyebrows to rise even higher on her forehead. “Honestly, Draco, this is what you consider to be appealing? My old uniform?”
“Now that you’ve filled out some, I would say so,” he drawled, letting his gaze linger on the way her chest strained against the too-tight Oxford shirt before it lowered to her short, short skirt.
She rolled her eyes and walked closer to the stone wall, perching herself upon it. “Why are we here?”
Draco raised a brow at her. “Do you not remember?”
“Remember what, darling?”
“This place,” he replied, mimicking her actions. “We carved a heart in the stone during fifth year.”
Her lips formed a soft ‘O’ of remembrance, and she smiled. “We had our first kiss here, fourth year.”
And it was hopefully to be the place where she would agree to be his wife. With the diamond ring in his pocket burning in awareness, he leaned in and kissed her once more, just as he had so long ago.
terrayn
Title: Days We Never Knew
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warning: profanity
Summary: Hogwarts scholars believe there is only one Room of Requirement. They're wrong.
Even when she tries, Pansy doesn’t always remember the low-hanging ledge, cracked in the corners, always dusty, and little more than an offshoot, really, of a lonely alcove in the Charms corridor. She discovers it by accident after tripping on the train of her Yule Ball gown. Darting out-of-sight to repair the hem, she startles, seeing a crooked balcony giving off the illusion of floating above the lake. But when she leaves, she forgets its existence.
Then one miserable sixth year night, she’s retracing her tracks, certain Charms is where she dropped the ribbon Draco tossed her at breakfast, and blinking away tears, trying to ignore Daphne’s malicious voice-follows him like a starving pug though he couldn’t care less-when an alcove materializes out of thin air. With sudden clarity, she remembers the night she first found this place. Patting her pockets, she withdraws parchment and writes: Go to the Charms corridor for anything you don’t want to remember. Then bracing her palms against the stone ledge, she shouts wordless nonsense until her voice gives out; afterwards she walks back, inexplicably calm.
The morning Draco rebuffs her concerns with barely leashed violence, she marches him at wandpoint into her secret refuge. “Once we leave, neither of us will remember this.”
“Are you daft?”
Pansy shoves him back into the corridor, following him. “Why are we here, Draco?”
He stares at her scornfully. “Because you’ve got a wand pointed at me. Not that I can go any farther, what with this being a dead-end.”
Satisfied, she touches the wall, vanishing it. “And now?”
Draco flinches as if struck. “What is this? Another Room of Requirement?”
“Not…exactly. You forget it exists when you leave. I keep notes to remind myself it’s even here.” They step onto the balcony, a small smile quirking her lips at his sharp intake of breath. “Beautiful, right?”
“Must be a Forgetfulness Charm,” he mutters.
“Tell me, Draco. Anything. It’s safe.”
Hesitating, he straddles the chilly ledge, grey eyes half-mast, hands balled into fists. “I’m fucked, Pansy. He plans to kill my parents.”
“What?”
“I’ve got to fix a cabinet then kill Dumbledore,” he gives a bark of laughter, “or we’re all dead.”
“What-”
“I’m afraid,” he whispers, reaching for her then halting the gesture midair.
She intertwines her fingers in his before he can draw away. “That won’t happen.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“I…don’t. But in here at least, you’re not alone.”
Draco twists to bare her wrist, tracing her pounding veins. “What a cosmic joke. I can’t even stand blood-”
“Stop that!” She turns his chin, smashing her mouth against his, swallowing the rest of his terror. “No one’s killing anyone.”
As she straightens, cheeks hot, Draco murmurs, “What the hell-won’t remember this anyway,” before hauling her onto his lap.
“T-This isn’t why I brought you here.”
“Can’t help it.” He kisses her until the world narrows into one pinpoint that includes only them. “Seizing unexpected opportunities is the family motto.”
lokifan
Title: Juvenile Delinquency
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Summary: They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.
They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.
The Ministry had collaborated with Voldemort, so they couldn’t imprison the students who’d done the same. Instead, they came up with a revoltingly Gryffindor solution: merciful, insufferably self-righteous, and determined to make everyone like them. In all senses of the word.
They bought a concrete warehouse and turned it into a re-education camp, to teach them the error of their ways.
Pansy was sent a letter ordering her to report to the Young Offenders Institute, or risk ‘further sanctions’. She threw the letter at her bedroom wall. That was unsatisfying and she threw a glass after it.
To be sent to some ‘institute’ to learn to be a nice girl!
The overseers searched her for contraband on arrival. She stood silently, humiliation scorching her from the inside until she felt her body would fall apart, blackened, with the heat of it.
Then they cut off her hair.
Pansy shuddered with the shock of it, loss stealing her breath at the sight of the black tresses abandoned on the concrete.
She was given a Slytherin Hogwarts uniform and sent to the girls’ dormitory. It had sixteen beds in military rows, and they weren’t allowed to put pictures up. A monitoring spell recorded conversations.
The next day’s lessons were about Muggle contributions to the world and the importance of Muggleborns to the economy.
Already she was less herself. They were going to break her apart, take every marker of Pansy Parkinson to make her into a sweet, faceless member of Dumbledore’s Army.
At lunch she caught sight of white-blond hair and a pointed face and her heart seemed to explode in a starburst of relief. “Draco!”
His head snapped up. His lips parted, his face animating at the sight of her. “Pansy!”
The overseer snapped for silence. Pansy didn’t eat another bite. She sat staring at Draco, while he looked back at her.
That night Pansy sneaked from the room. She and Draco had snogged in Hogwarts’ towers a thousand times. She found a stairway, a big red door marked FIRE EXIT, and there he was: waiting on the roof under starlight, as she’d known he’d be.
Pansy hugged his hard body against her, clinging to certainty. They kissed, their mouths sealing together. They stumbled across the roof together, laughing into each other’s mouths, and Draco straddled the low wall between them and freefall. He grinned up at her, daring. She popped a few shirt buttons and straddled him.
His hands slid into her shorn hair, and suddenly it was hers: the violation of it melted away by his fingers stroking the bare nape of her neck. She curled her hands over his shoulders, sliding her fingers along his contours. Yes: this was still Draco. They hadn’t changed him and they couldn’t take this away: his hands taut on her hips, his taste on her mouth, her name on his lips.
This moment was who she was.
Voting
Please copy the below into a comment (they are screened) and vote with the number of the drabble.
Most Favourite:
Least Favourite:
Thanks for voting! And please make sure to spread the word around so we get as many votes as possible! :)