Round 1, Challenge 4 Voting!
Under the cut you will find the drabbles and the voting for the fourth round of dmpp_ldws.
I have news before we start though - the voting will be going on until Sunday afternoon this time, and results will be announced Sunday evening. This is due to the fact I will be away from tomorrow through Sunday, so voting will last an extra day.
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 Flowers.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
Drabble 1
Title: Distractions
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: foreplay
Summary: Draco is bored and Pansy has a great idea for a distraction.
Draco was mindlessly reading a textbook, sprawled across his bed with the lazy indifference that he reserved for the most troubling school days. He was bored and restless, longing for nothing more than a distraction from studying. Contemplating having a house elf bring him some sweets, he quickly banished the idea. He wasn't hungry. Maybe he'd go fly for a bit, but it was almost curfew. Sighing, he relinquished himself to the fact that there'd be no entertainment for him tonight.
Only a few moments later did he notice the emerald drapes of his canopy bed shifting and a shift of weight on his mattress.
"Hello, there." he said with a smirk.
Pansy knelt at the end of his bed, looking every bit the naughty minx she was. She shrugged her robes off and took delicious care to unbutton her blouse at a torturous speed. Draco was already hard as he tossed his book aside and watched his girlfriend carefully. Her striptease revealed a black lacy bra and matching knickers.
"I heard you were looking for a distraction?" she purred, crawling up the bed and straddling his thighs. She rubbed her hips against him, eliciting a groan from his lips.
Draco pulled one bra strap over her shoulders and nipped the top of her breast. "Too right, my flower. And just on time by my reckoning." he said, smiling against her neck. Grabbing her waist, he flipped Pansy over and pressed her into his bed with his own weight. He kissed her then and took his time, making sure to take his sweet time. He wanted her to beg. And oh, she would.
Drabble 2
Title: The sweetness of a gift unsought
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco has a surprise for Pansy.
"Mother? Can I give it to her now?"
Draco was pulling out of her grasp already, but Narcissa held on. She captured a stray curl and tucked it into place. His wind-ruffled tangles were heart-breakingly beautiful, but Lucius didn't approve of an unkempt heir.
"There you are. Go ahead."
Draco flashed a brilliant smile and was gone. She watched as he sidled up to the most recent object of his affection, Pansy Parkinson.
"They're adorable, aren't they?"
She sighed, and Mrs. Parkinson cleared her throat nervously. Pansy was far too plain, but they were a decent family with good blood. No Malfoy was immune to worshipful devotion, and she couldn't fault her son. "They certainly seem drawn to each other."
Mrs. Parkinson beamed, and prattled on about the future, radiating her own brand of adoration. Perched next to Narcissa, she gripped the wrought iron bench as if it might wrench itself from her grasp. Narcissa ignored her, eyes on her son.
Draco held out his present, and Pansy's shy smile made her almost pretty. The box was wrapped in green velvet, with a ribbon of spun silver, but Pansy saw only Draco. She said something too soft to catch, and he laughed, the sound floating across the distance. Only then did Pansy open her present. She squealed and threw herself at Draco, hugging him tightly and even daring a kiss on the cheek.
The expensive packaging lay forgotten as Pansy came to her mother, her arms overflowing with flowers. When Narcissa saw them closer, she didn't bother to disguise her frown.
"Pansies?" She wrinkled her nose, glaring at the offending flowers. "They're so common."
Draco didn't even glance at her, his pale eyes following Pansy's every move. "No, mother," he said. "They're the most beautiful thing in the world."
Drabble 3
Title: A little Pansy
Word Count: 251
Rating: PG
Warning: bullying?
Summary: She damns her parents who gave her such a weak name.
The first time Pansy hears her name as an insult she is eleven years old. A skinny, blond boy stands in the common room looking heart broken. His hands are still fisted around glittering wrapping paper. The taller boys, fifth year at least, scream her name at him like an insult until the turns and flees. She glares at them, wishing that she knew a spell that would make them hurt. When one of them shrieks she laughs as she runs after the odd boy who shares her name.
She realises quickly that Draco's name isn't Pansy. It's a name banded about a lot in Slytherin. She is so used to hearing it hissed, refering to Draco and not herself, that she almost stops answering to it. She damns her parents who gave her such a weak name, so at odds with her fiery temper and strength. She goes by Parkinson instead, even to Draco. Parkinson, she thinks, could never be used as an insult.
In fifth year, Pansy uses her namesake in a potion for the first time. Holding the violet petal up to the light of a torch, she smirks at it's fragile appearance.
"Only one petal," Snape drawls, "I don't want to catch you using it for anything illegal."
One petal is enough, she knows, to do a lot of damage. She hurries back to the common room, petal held aloft.
When the dust settles and the world is changed, they'll realise what a little Pansy can do.
Drabble 4
Title: Flowers
Word Count: 299 (whew!)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: innuendo, language.
Summary: Pansy is betrothed to Goyle. Draco pays her a visit on her wedding day.
“Do me a favor,” Pansy instructed Draco in the privacy of her little dressing room. “When I kill myself, put these on top of my casket.” She extended the beautiful bouquet of deep purple lilies and daisies to him.
Draco wrinkled his nose. “Purple … it’s not very tasteful for a funeral, is it? Besides … your wedding bouquet? How will that make me look?”
Pansy’s eyes watered but her voice remained steady. “I’m serious. I can’t marry him.” She fidgeted mindlessly with her extravagant white wedding dress.
Draco considered this for a moment. “True. You’ll be lucky if you make it down the isle before drowning in tulle,” he joked as he fluffed out her ridiculous skirt a bit more.
Pansy threw the bouquet at his head, sending petals flying around the room.
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” Draco pouted. “You needn’t be so touchy. It’s just Goyle, for Merlin’s sake. The only difference in your life will be the ring-you won’t ever even have to see him if you don’t want to, which I doubt you do.”
“I did not save my virginity for that fat moron.” The tears spilled over and Pansy was quick to wipe them away.
“Then who’d you save it for?” Draco asked, his tone suddenly serious, his eyes colored by something dark.
Pansy glanced up at him, eyes full of vulnerability and shock, and then she looked away quickly. “Nobody,” she muttered. “Give me my fucking bouquet.”
Draco looked down at the flowers, and then slowly put them aside. Pansy’s eyes followed his movements carefully.
“No,” Draco asserted. And he pressed his soft lips against hers.
“Um, listen, so, if you’re not saving it for anybody, can I have it?”
Pansy laughed and blushed, holding Draco close.
“It’s better than Goyle, I suppose.”
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! :)
I have news before we start though - the voting will be going on until Sunday afternoon this time, and results will be announced Sunday evening. This is due to the fact I will be away from tomorrow through Sunday, so voting will last an extra day.
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 Flowers.
- Please vote with the number of the drabble, not the name.
Drabble 1
Title: Distractions
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: foreplay
Summary: Draco is bored and Pansy has a great idea for a distraction.
Draco was mindlessly reading a textbook, sprawled across his bed with the lazy indifference that he reserved for the most troubling school days. He was bored and restless, longing for nothing more than a distraction from studying. Contemplating having a house elf bring him some sweets, he quickly banished the idea. He wasn't hungry. Maybe he'd go fly for a bit, but it was almost curfew. Sighing, he relinquished himself to the fact that there'd be no entertainment for him tonight.
Only a few moments later did he notice the emerald drapes of his canopy bed shifting and a shift of weight on his mattress.
"Hello, there." he said with a smirk.
Pansy knelt at the end of his bed, looking every bit the naughty minx she was. She shrugged her robes off and took delicious care to unbutton her blouse at a torturous speed. Draco was already hard as he tossed his book aside and watched his girlfriend carefully. Her striptease revealed a black lacy bra and matching knickers.
"I heard you were looking for a distraction?" she purred, crawling up the bed and straddling his thighs. She rubbed her hips against him, eliciting a groan from his lips.
Draco pulled one bra strap over her shoulders and nipped the top of her breast. "Too right, my flower. And just on time by my reckoning." he said, smiling against her neck. Grabbing her waist, he flipped Pansy over and pressed her into his bed with his own weight. He kissed her then and took his time, making sure to take his sweet time. He wanted her to beg. And oh, she would.
Drabble 2
Title: The sweetness of a gift unsought
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: Draco has a surprise for Pansy.
"Mother? Can I give it to her now?"
Draco was pulling out of her grasp already, but Narcissa held on. She captured a stray curl and tucked it into place. His wind-ruffled tangles were heart-breakingly beautiful, but Lucius didn't approve of an unkempt heir.
"There you are. Go ahead."
Draco flashed a brilliant smile and was gone. She watched as he sidled up to the most recent object of his affection, Pansy Parkinson.
"They're adorable, aren't they?"
She sighed, and Mrs. Parkinson cleared her throat nervously. Pansy was far too plain, but they were a decent family with good blood. No Malfoy was immune to worshipful devotion, and she couldn't fault her son. "They certainly seem drawn to each other."
Mrs. Parkinson beamed, and prattled on about the future, radiating her own brand of adoration. Perched next to Narcissa, she gripped the wrought iron bench as if it might wrench itself from her grasp. Narcissa ignored her, eyes on her son.
Draco held out his present, and Pansy's shy smile made her almost pretty. The box was wrapped in green velvet, with a ribbon of spun silver, but Pansy saw only Draco. She said something too soft to catch, and he laughed, the sound floating across the distance. Only then did Pansy open her present. She squealed and threw herself at Draco, hugging him tightly and even daring a kiss on the cheek.
The expensive packaging lay forgotten as Pansy came to her mother, her arms overflowing with flowers. When Narcissa saw them closer, she didn't bother to disguise her frown.
"Pansies?" She wrinkled her nose, glaring at the offending flowers. "They're so common."
Draco didn't even glance at her, his pale eyes following Pansy's every move. "No, mother," he said. "They're the most beautiful thing in the world."
Drabble 3
Title: A little Pansy
Word Count: 251
Rating: PG
Warning: bullying?
Summary: She damns her parents who gave her such a weak name.
The first time Pansy hears her name as an insult she is eleven years old. A skinny, blond boy stands in the common room looking heart broken. His hands are still fisted around glittering wrapping paper. The taller boys, fifth year at least, scream her name at him like an insult until the turns and flees. She glares at them, wishing that she knew a spell that would make them hurt. When one of them shrieks she laughs as she runs after the odd boy who shares her name.
She realises quickly that Draco's name isn't Pansy. It's a name banded about a lot in Slytherin. She is so used to hearing it hissed, refering to Draco and not herself, that she almost stops answering to it. She damns her parents who gave her such a weak name, so at odds with her fiery temper and strength. She goes by Parkinson instead, even to Draco. Parkinson, she thinks, could never be used as an insult.
In fifth year, Pansy uses her namesake in a potion for the first time. Holding the violet petal up to the light of a torch, she smirks at it's fragile appearance.
"Only one petal," Snape drawls, "I don't want to catch you using it for anything illegal."
One petal is enough, she knows, to do a lot of damage. She hurries back to the common room, petal held aloft.
When the dust settles and the world is changed, they'll realise what a little Pansy can do.
Drabble 4
Title: Flowers
Word Count: 299 (whew!)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: innuendo, language.
Summary: Pansy is betrothed to Goyle. Draco pays her a visit on her wedding day.
“Do me a favor,” Pansy instructed Draco in the privacy of her little dressing room. “When I kill myself, put these on top of my casket.” She extended the beautiful bouquet of deep purple lilies and daisies to him.
Draco wrinkled his nose. “Purple … it’s not very tasteful for a funeral, is it? Besides … your wedding bouquet? How will that make me look?”
Pansy’s eyes watered but her voice remained steady. “I’m serious. I can’t marry him.” She fidgeted mindlessly with her extravagant white wedding dress.
Draco considered this for a moment. “True. You’ll be lucky if you make it down the isle before drowning in tulle,” he joked as he fluffed out her ridiculous skirt a bit more.
Pansy threw the bouquet at his head, sending petals flying around the room.
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” Draco pouted. “You needn’t be so touchy. It’s just Goyle, for Merlin’s sake. The only difference in your life will be the ring-you won’t ever even have to see him if you don’t want to, which I doubt you do.”
“I did not save my virginity for that fat moron.” The tears spilled over and Pansy was quick to wipe them away.
“Then who’d you save it for?” Draco asked, his tone suddenly serious, his eyes colored by something dark.
Pansy glanced up at him, eyes full of vulnerability and shock, and then she looked away quickly. “Nobody,” she muttered. “Give me my fucking bouquet.”
Draco looked down at the flowers, and then slowly put them aside. Pansy’s eyes followed his movements carefully.
“No,” Draco asserted. And he pressed his soft lips against hers.
“Um, listen, so, if you’re not saving it for anybody, can I have it?”
Pansy laughed and blushed, holding Draco close.
“It’s better than Goyle, I suppose.”
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! :)