Round 1, Challenge 2 Voting!
Here you will find the drabbles and the voting for the second round of dmpp_ldws.
Again this week, I do have sad news before the voting even stars, and I must say goodbye to dustthouart as they did not submit their drabble this week and so have been disqualified.
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 Revenge.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
vegetasbubble
Title:
Word Count: 178
Rating: Soft R
Warning: nudity, foul language
Summary: Draco tells Pansy the truth
"How could you, Draco?" Pansy whispered, holding onto his arm as he tried to turn and leave her. "We've been together for to long."
"Pansy, you're a wonderful girl and you ought to know the truth," Draco replied, turning and looking into the other girls eyes, "I only used you."
Pansy felt as though he had just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. "W-What?"
"In fifth year, when we broke up for a short time, I was dating Daphne Greengrass. She wouldn't sleep with me, so I broke up with her and took my frustration out on you that night- I used you as revenge against her. I'm sorry, Pansy," Draco said, ashamed about how he had acted.
"And now you're leaving me? For her sister?"
"I'm sorry Pansy," Draco said one last time, before pulling his arm away from her grip and left the room, leaving a naked Pansy sitting in bed where she and Draco had just made love over an hour ago before he had broken her heart in two, because of revenge.
ebb_11
Title: Revenge
Word Count: 490
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language.
Summary: Pansy gets revenge.
Draco Apparated as soon as he was out of the Ministry building, exhausted. He landed just around the corner from the house he shared with his wife, and began to walk home. It was early evening; the air was crisp and everything was a lovely shade of light purple. Draco breathed in the cool air and continued on his way briskly. As he approached, he noticed his bright red convertible sitting in front of the house, with his wife perched on the hood, her lips painted as red as the vehicle, her bare legs crossed.
She smiled seductively as he approached.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked when he got within hearing distance.
“I was waiting for you,” Pansy purred. “I want to go for a drive.”
Draco smirked. Though he was tired, he wasn’t about to pass up Pansy’s offer; she was clearly in one of her more spontaneous moods. He walked around to the other side of the car to gain access to the driver’s door.
And then his excitement turned to horror in a flash. His car, which had been absolutely perfect that morning, was completely marred on one side; three deep, jagged scratches ran through the metal. Draco was in shock.
“Pansy?” he asked numbly. “What the fuck did you do?”
Pansy twisted around to look at him, still sitting on the hood of the car. She stared at him with a look of mock innocence on her face.
“Revenge,” she said sweetly.
“Well what the fuck for?” Draco demanded. The shock was quickly turning to rage. This was his fucking car she had somehow managed to ruin.
Pansy, on the other hand, seemed not to be affected by his anger in the least.
“Do you remember about two weeks ago, Dearest Husband, when I told you that I didn’t have time to fuck before work, and you convinced me of quite the opposite?”
Draco frowned. “Yes.” He could tell he was somehow trapping himself.
“Well, because you couldn’t keep your fucking cock in you pants for one morning,” Pansy’s sweet façade was slowly melting to reveal the anger underneath. “I’m pregnant. You fucking bastard, how the fuck did you get me pregnant?” Her dark eyes were full of tears.
Draco’s entire body went numb. Was she joking? No, she couldn’t possibly be joking. A million sweet images of the future swept through his mind as joy erupted in him, and only then did he notice the tears streaming down Pansy’s cheeks. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Pansy remained quiet for a long time, then finally, with a cracking voice, she whispered, “I’m terrified.”
Draco hugged his wife tightly. “What are you talking about? I’m right here-we’re doing this together.”
“I’ll be just like my mother,” Pansy predicted.
“No. No, you won’t. I won’t let you.” He held onto her for a long time, until she relaxed in his arms, and he knew she believed him.
hpsauce
Title: Not his
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG-13
Warning: mention of sex
Summary: Pansy is not his problem - but Draco cannot ignore her.
She is not his fiancée.
She is not his problem.
Nonetheless, as the coward disappear, scared by Draco's shadow, he finds he cannot ignore her. He tells himself it is because he is a good person. They would both laugh at this concept in better days. This time he ignores these thoughts and drag her upright as gently as he can (he has never been gentle).
"Malfoy," she greets as if she had not been offered his name, as if she had not cried it out in moments of passion. She rests her hand in the crook of his arm, more for balance than for comfort.
"Pansy," he greets back. She pulls away, her face a mess of tangled emotions and bruises. She stumbles but does not fall. Her head is still held high despite the mud matted in her normally pristine hair.
"It was Finnegan," she said stiffly, "and there is no reason to worry yourself. I could have handled him on my own."
He recognises this show of bravado from their childhood. He quirks a lip, almost a smile, but she does not smile back. Her dark eyes look watery and he hopes she will not start weeping.
He hates it when she cries.
Some part of him knows that it is her fault. She had acted unSlytherin, forgetting about self-preservation and cunning, forgetting her class, when she had cried for them to hand Potter over.
She has paid though. Paid in broken betrothals and ruined reputations. She has more than paid for her mistake. The sight of smudged black mascara and purpling bruises under her eyes makes Draco's blood boil.
Pansy smiles at last, a bitter smile with a bit of the slyness he remembers so well. When she smiles, he wants to spar, sharp tongues and thick skin. He closes his mouth before an insult can escape. Her skin looks to brittle to take him insults today.
"Finnegan?" he asks.
She nods and looks towards the alley where the man had disappeared. Draco slips an arm around her waist, ever so carefully. It wouldn't do for someone to see it. He presses a quick kiss to her cheek.
"He'll pay."
et_tu_lj
Title: A Woman Scorned
Word Count: 344
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco says all the right things, but his attention strays elsewhere.
"They're all beautiful, Pansy. Whichever one you'd like."
She narrowed her eyes at him, and considered Draco. His words were correct, exactly what he should say, but there was a hint of annoyance in them she didn't like. And inattention, which she liked even less.
"Do you like the blue or green one better?"
She kept her eyes on the mirror, examining her emerald-clad reflection critically. He flicked his gaze over her, but his attention was quick and perfunctory, with not nearly enough time dedicated to admiration.
"That one, I think. So green." He flashed her a smile, but it did nothing to mitigate the damage. She hadn't modeled a blue gown for him - as if she'd wear another house's colors to the end of term dance - and he was already looking away again.
In the mirror, she followed his gaze, intent on something beyond the mirror's reflective eye. She turned slightly to see, and found Daphne Greengrass, trying on an incredibly short silver dress that made her look rather cheap and common. But when she bent over to adjust the strap of her heels, it revealed an incredible amount of skin. The pose had the desired effect, and Draco sucked in a soft gasp of air behind her. As Daphne straightened again, Pansy spied her smile in the mirror, and her satisfaction made Pansy's insides twist with anger.
"Buy them both, I'll decide later." She dumped the two most expensive dresses in his lap and stormed to the dressing room, letting the door slam behind her with a crash. "This one too, I think," she called back.
In the privacy of the changing room, she made no attempt to slip out of the gown just yet. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, focusing on the outrage and jealousy and drawing strength from them. So Daphne thought she could steal Draco with a flash of leg and a pretty smile, did she? She would find otherwise, and Pansy would make sure she suffered for the attempt. Revenge would be sweet.
pirategoddess
Title: The Discovery
Word Count: 500 exactly
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive language
Summary: Millicent Bulstrode has some gossip for Pansy. What will Pansy do when she discovers Draco is cheating on her?
***
When Millicent burst into the dormitory, gasping for air, with urgent news for the Queen of Slytherin, Pansy merely continued brushing her hair. With a penchant for getting overexcited about gossip, this was typical. Mostly it was blabber, but when the rare gem came, Pansy filed it away in case she ever needed blackmail. And who could resist hearing how Ginny got dumped by her latest boyfriend after getting caught seducing another Gryffindor? Mostly, Pansy felt above the trivialities of gossip. She had more important things to worry about. Like practicing her look of surprise when Draco would propose.
Millicent was still heaving when she flung herself onto the bed. "Millicent, you have something to tell me?" Pansy asked.
Millicent slid down to kneel beside Pansy. She was shaking with pent up excitement, eager for approval.
“So, what is it this time? Granger got her hair stuck in Weasley's fly?"
“It’s Draco.”
"What?"
If there was anything that mattered more to Pansy, it was Draco. Where he was, at all times, and with whom was of utmost importance. Keeping tabs took precedence over her own appearance and well-being. “What about him?”
Millicent swallowed hard, pausing for dramatic effect. Pansy’s eyes widened. “Out with it, already!”
“After Herbology, Professor Sprout asked me to stay behind to help her. Leaving, I had to take the shortcut to my next class." Millicent said with significance.
Pansy knew that the “shortcut” involved passing behind Greenhouse Number Three, an infamous snogging place for over-eager students and lowlife. No Slytherin would be caught dead there. That bastard.
“I was rushing past, I saw them. In the corner. Draco. Pansy, it was awful."
Pansy put on a cool exterior to hide simmering rage inside. “Who was he with?”
“Of all people. She's one of us!”
Pansy slammed her fist down. “Daphne Greengrass?”
“I know! Draco can't possibly fancy her. She’s so…so-”
“Blonde? Thicker than Longbottom? Gives the She-Weasel a run for her money? Oh, don’t be silly. Draco doesn’t fancy Daphne. It was her doing. That skeeving little slut.”
“Are we going to beat her up?” Millicent asked, cracking her knuckles with an evil grin.
“No. Do you think they saw you?”
“I doubt it. They were pretty involved with what they were doing."
Pansy tried not to imagine Draco in the arms of Daphne. But even if Daphne had her tongue down his throat, he wasn’t stupid. Pansy certain that Draco would have seen Millicent. She wasn’t exactly the type you could miss.
"I'm sorry, Pansy."
Millicent smiled apologetically and left. Once gone, Pansy lost herself in thought. Undoubtedly, this monumental gossip would reach the student body by morning. She couldn't stand it. Pansy was known for the leash she kept so tightly on Draco. If they knew that he cheated on her, what would she have?
It was then that Pansy decided Draco would pay for his actions. No one, especially not Draco, was going to double cross Pansy and get away with it.
Voting
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Thanks for voting! And please make sure to spread the word around so we get as many votes as possible! :)
Again this week, I do have sad news before the voting even stars, and I must say goodbye to dustthouart as they did not submit their drabble this week and so have been disqualified.
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 Revenge.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
vegetasbubble
Title:
Word Count: 178
Rating: Soft R
Warning: nudity, foul language
Summary: Draco tells Pansy the truth
"How could you, Draco?" Pansy whispered, holding onto his arm as he tried to turn and leave her. "We've been together for to long."
"Pansy, you're a wonderful girl and you ought to know the truth," Draco replied, turning and looking into the other girls eyes, "I only used you."
Pansy felt as though he had just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. "W-What?"
"In fifth year, when we broke up for a short time, I was dating Daphne Greengrass. She wouldn't sleep with me, so I broke up with her and took my frustration out on you that night- I used you as revenge against her. I'm sorry, Pansy," Draco said, ashamed about how he had acted.
"And now you're leaving me? For her sister?"
"I'm sorry Pansy," Draco said one last time, before pulling his arm away from her grip and left the room, leaving a naked Pansy sitting in bed where she and Draco had just made love over an hour ago before he had broken her heart in two, because of revenge.
ebb_11
Title: Revenge
Word Count: 490
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language.
Summary: Pansy gets revenge.
Draco Apparated as soon as he was out of the Ministry building, exhausted. He landed just around the corner from the house he shared with his wife, and began to walk home. It was early evening; the air was crisp and everything was a lovely shade of light purple. Draco breathed in the cool air and continued on his way briskly. As he approached, he noticed his bright red convertible sitting in front of the house, with his wife perched on the hood, her lips painted as red as the vehicle, her bare legs crossed.
She smiled seductively as he approached.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked when he got within hearing distance.
“I was waiting for you,” Pansy purred. “I want to go for a drive.”
Draco smirked. Though he was tired, he wasn’t about to pass up Pansy’s offer; she was clearly in one of her more spontaneous moods. He walked around to the other side of the car to gain access to the driver’s door.
And then his excitement turned to horror in a flash. His car, which had been absolutely perfect that morning, was completely marred on one side; three deep, jagged scratches ran through the metal. Draco was in shock.
“Pansy?” he asked numbly. “What the fuck did you do?”
Pansy twisted around to look at him, still sitting on the hood of the car. She stared at him with a look of mock innocence on her face.
“Revenge,” she said sweetly.
“Well what the fuck for?” Draco demanded. The shock was quickly turning to rage. This was his fucking car she had somehow managed to ruin.
Pansy, on the other hand, seemed not to be affected by his anger in the least.
“Do you remember about two weeks ago, Dearest Husband, when I told you that I didn’t have time to fuck before work, and you convinced me of quite the opposite?”
Draco frowned. “Yes.” He could tell he was somehow trapping himself.
“Well, because you couldn’t keep your fucking cock in you pants for one morning,” Pansy’s sweet façade was slowly melting to reveal the anger underneath. “I’m pregnant. You fucking bastard, how the fuck did you get me pregnant?” Her dark eyes were full of tears.
Draco’s entire body went numb. Was she joking? No, she couldn’t possibly be joking. A million sweet images of the future swept through his mind as joy erupted in him, and only then did he notice the tears streaming down Pansy’s cheeks. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Pansy remained quiet for a long time, then finally, with a cracking voice, she whispered, “I’m terrified.”
Draco hugged his wife tightly. “What are you talking about? I’m right here-we’re doing this together.”
“I’ll be just like my mother,” Pansy predicted.
“No. No, you won’t. I won’t let you.” He held onto her for a long time, until she relaxed in his arms, and he knew she believed him.
hpsauce
Title: Not his
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG-13
Warning: mention of sex
Summary: Pansy is not his problem - but Draco cannot ignore her.
She is not his fiancée.
She is not his problem.
Nonetheless, as the coward disappear, scared by Draco's shadow, he finds he cannot ignore her. He tells himself it is because he is a good person. They would both laugh at this concept in better days. This time he ignores these thoughts and drag her upright as gently as he can (he has never been gentle).
"Malfoy," she greets as if she had not been offered his name, as if she had not cried it out in moments of passion. She rests her hand in the crook of his arm, more for balance than for comfort.
"Pansy," he greets back. She pulls away, her face a mess of tangled emotions and bruises. She stumbles but does not fall. Her head is still held high despite the mud matted in her normally pristine hair.
"It was Finnegan," she said stiffly, "and there is no reason to worry yourself. I could have handled him on my own."
He recognises this show of bravado from their childhood. He quirks a lip, almost a smile, but she does not smile back. Her dark eyes look watery and he hopes she will not start weeping.
He hates it when she cries.
Some part of him knows that it is her fault. She had acted unSlytherin, forgetting about self-preservation and cunning, forgetting her class, when she had cried for them to hand Potter over.
She has paid though. Paid in broken betrothals and ruined reputations. She has more than paid for her mistake. The sight of smudged black mascara and purpling bruises under her eyes makes Draco's blood boil.
Pansy smiles at last, a bitter smile with a bit of the slyness he remembers so well. When she smiles, he wants to spar, sharp tongues and thick skin. He closes his mouth before an insult can escape. Her skin looks to brittle to take him insults today.
"Finnegan?" he asks.
She nods and looks towards the alley where the man had disappeared. Draco slips an arm around her waist, ever so carefully. It wouldn't do for someone to see it. He presses a quick kiss to her cheek.
"He'll pay."
et_tu_lj
Title: A Woman Scorned
Word Count: 344
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco says all the right things, but his attention strays elsewhere.
"They're all beautiful, Pansy. Whichever one you'd like."
She narrowed her eyes at him, and considered Draco. His words were correct, exactly what he should say, but there was a hint of annoyance in them she didn't like. And inattention, which she liked even less.
"Do you like the blue or green one better?"
She kept her eyes on the mirror, examining her emerald-clad reflection critically. He flicked his gaze over her, but his attention was quick and perfunctory, with not nearly enough time dedicated to admiration.
"That one, I think. So green." He flashed her a smile, but it did nothing to mitigate the damage. She hadn't modeled a blue gown for him - as if she'd wear another house's colors to the end of term dance - and he was already looking away again.
In the mirror, she followed his gaze, intent on something beyond the mirror's reflective eye. She turned slightly to see, and found Daphne Greengrass, trying on an incredibly short silver dress that made her look rather cheap and common. But when she bent over to adjust the strap of her heels, it revealed an incredible amount of skin. The pose had the desired effect, and Draco sucked in a soft gasp of air behind her. As Daphne straightened again, Pansy spied her smile in the mirror, and her satisfaction made Pansy's insides twist with anger.
"Buy them both, I'll decide later." She dumped the two most expensive dresses in his lap and stormed to the dressing room, letting the door slam behind her with a crash. "This one too, I think," she called back.
In the privacy of the changing room, she made no attempt to slip out of the gown just yet. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, focusing on the outrage and jealousy and drawing strength from them. So Daphne thought she could steal Draco with a flash of leg and a pretty smile, did she? She would find otherwise, and Pansy would make sure she suffered for the attempt. Revenge would be sweet.
pirategoddess
Title: The Discovery
Word Count: 500 exactly
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive language
Summary: Millicent Bulstrode has some gossip for Pansy. What will Pansy do when she discovers Draco is cheating on her?
***
When Millicent burst into the dormitory, gasping for air, with urgent news for the Queen of Slytherin, Pansy merely continued brushing her hair. With a penchant for getting overexcited about gossip, this was typical. Mostly it was blabber, but when the rare gem came, Pansy filed it away in case she ever needed blackmail. And who could resist hearing how Ginny got dumped by her latest boyfriend after getting caught seducing another Gryffindor? Mostly, Pansy felt above the trivialities of gossip. She had more important things to worry about. Like practicing her look of surprise when Draco would propose.
Millicent was still heaving when she flung herself onto the bed. "Millicent, you have something to tell me?" Pansy asked.
Millicent slid down to kneel beside Pansy. She was shaking with pent up excitement, eager for approval.
“So, what is it this time? Granger got her hair stuck in Weasley's fly?"
“It’s Draco.”
"What?"
If there was anything that mattered more to Pansy, it was Draco. Where he was, at all times, and with whom was of utmost importance. Keeping tabs took precedence over her own appearance and well-being. “What about him?”
Millicent swallowed hard, pausing for dramatic effect. Pansy’s eyes widened. “Out with it, already!”
“After Herbology, Professor Sprout asked me to stay behind to help her. Leaving, I had to take the shortcut to my next class." Millicent said with significance.
Pansy knew that the “shortcut” involved passing behind Greenhouse Number Three, an infamous snogging place for over-eager students and lowlife. No Slytherin would be caught dead there. That bastard.
“I was rushing past, I saw them. In the corner. Draco. Pansy, it was awful."
Pansy put on a cool exterior to hide simmering rage inside. “Who was he with?”
“Of all people. She's one of us!”
Pansy slammed her fist down. “Daphne Greengrass?”
“I know! Draco can't possibly fancy her. She’s so…so-”
“Blonde? Thicker than Longbottom? Gives the She-Weasel a run for her money? Oh, don’t be silly. Draco doesn’t fancy Daphne. It was her doing. That skeeving little slut.”
“Are we going to beat her up?” Millicent asked, cracking her knuckles with an evil grin.
“No. Do you think they saw you?”
“I doubt it. They were pretty involved with what they were doing."
Pansy tried not to imagine Draco in the arms of Daphne. But even if Daphne had her tongue down his throat, he wasn’t stupid. Pansy certain that Draco would have seen Millicent. She wasn’t exactly the type you could miss.
"I'm sorry, Pansy."
Millicent smiled apologetically and left. Once gone, Pansy lost herself in thought. Undoubtedly, this monumental gossip would reach the student body by morning. She couldn't stand it. Pansy was known for the leash she kept so tightly on Draco. If they knew that he cheated on her, what would she have?
It was then that Pansy decided Draco would pay for his actions. No one, especially not Draco, was going to double cross Pansy and get away with it.
Voting
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Thanks for voting! And please make sure to spread the word around so we get as many votes as possible! :)