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"I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me." ~ Fall Out Boy

Aug 17, 2006 17:12

Date: Thursday, August 17, 2000
Time: Mid-afternoon
Place: Pansy's flat
Characters Involved: Perry Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: R for language and suggestive material

( It was Thursday afternoon and Perry was tired and sore, but it had little to do with the full moon. )

status: complete, character: pansy parkinson, character: perry derrick

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freakedwithjet August 18 2006, 22:45:23 UTC

This all still had that tinge of unreality that made Pansy suspect the worst. She was used to suspecting the worst of most people after all, (as a return gesture for them expecting the worst of her), and so a small part of her mind was constantly pushing her to needle Perry; to provoke a reaction to prove once and for all that this wasn't the amazing realisation of her imaginings that made her feel so terrifyingly vulnerable all of a sudden.

She snuggled closer into Perry's side, her hand drawing idle patterns on his chest, and her concentration drifted. It was so ... nice to just lie here in Perry's arms, with no conversation and no need of conversation. So what if they never just talked. At least they weren't arguing either ( ... )

inner_human August 18 2006, 23:16:41 UTC

Perry's eyes were closed, he was drifting off, coherent enough to grin and return a soft kiss but not coherent enough to react to Pansy's question right away. But eventually, he did open one eye ( ... )

freakedwithjet August 18 2006, 23:57:47 UTC

That got Pansy's attention and she was certainly awake now. She sat up fully, pushing her hair back of her face, uncaring of the sheets, all thought of a lazy afternoon's quiet gone. How did she not know this?

"You fought in the war?" she asked, trying very hard to keep the note of incredulity from her voice. Perry had always seemed like the epitome of Slytherin values - and Slytherins took care of number one. There was no positives for the individual in taking part in warfare - hence Pansy's neutrality. Now she couldn't believe Perry had allied himself, had signed himself away. Was she the only one who had thought only of herself?

She was staring, she realised, and she swung her gaze around to the big window over looking the quays. Which side, she wondered. The fact that he lived with Snape and Lupin suggested that he'd been backing Potter, but it could be for show, or a last-minute team switch. Stranger things had happened.

She looked back at him and frowned. Let him explain, if he would, in his own way. "Why?"

inner_human August 19 2006, 02:26:48 UTC

...So apparently they were done snuggling.

Now Perry was wondering why he told her in the first place. But you could never tell how people were going to react until it was too late, you just had to throw your chips in and hope the gamble was worth it. At the moment, Perry wasn't sure it was. He'd forgotten the company he was in... the company of a Slytherin. Of course she'd have questions.

Perhaps that tone of voice wasn't surprise... but abhorrence.Pansy was sitting up, separated from him. Perry was wide awake now and he sat up as well, because craning his head to look at her was becoming difficult. Besides, he needed to be on her level for this. At least, once he figured out what to tell her. How was he going to explain this to her--and why did he feel like a traitor? It wasn't as if Pansy had declared her loyalty to the Death Eaters--which was incentive to stop while he still could. Perhaps this was a can of worms he didn't want to open ( ... )

freakedwithjet August 21 2006, 01:16:17 UTC

Ah. Revenge. There was a compulsion Pansy could certainly understand. Its roots were in the selfishness that she allowed to dictate her own life - the importance of proving to oneself that whoever dared to wrong you would rue the day that they had done so ( ... )

inner_human August 21 2006, 03:39:27 UTC

At least she hadn't kept him waiting. That would have been more agonizing than the confession already was. This was out of his comfort zone; discussing his life, his past. Details that he so selfishly clung to... and now here was some bird beside him demanding that he share. Even more uncomfortable was the realization that he wanted to. Or perhaps that was the wrong way to put it, because did he really want to let someone else into his life? Did he want her to know all these things? Not really ( ... )

freakedwithjet August 21 2006, 23:40:52 UTC

Fair play to Perry for suspecting Pansy's motives; it was generally a good idea. Pansy hadn't sneaked around Slytherin, the house of cunning, for a year without learning manipulation tactics. She could read expressions; she watched for little habits and tells for information on an individual's real feelings; she used that knowledge to her own advantage. For Pansy though, the most surprising thing about Perry was that, although she could do all of that stuff to understand him and alter her behaviours to suit him, she didn't have to ( ... )

inner_human August 22 2006, 00:38:48 UTC

And, it helped that Perry was so into sex. And girls. And this. Even if he always found himself worrying that one of them wasn't being sincere, worrying about how far they could take it before things went horribly wrong ( ... )

freakedwithjet August 22 2006, 01:36:00 UTC

Grasping Perry's fingers lightly with her own right hand, she guided them along the dark lines of the tattoo, whispering each letter as they finished ghost-writing it ( ... )

inner_human August 22 2006, 02:06:14 UTC

From above Pansy, Perry raised a brow, watching the progress of their fingers along the letters. He immediately understood her meaning, and her was something he hadn't thought about much... not since he'd heard the stories of Draco's defection. Seventh year for her would have been... what, three years ago? Back when the conflict was really beginning to heat up. He wondered what it must have been like in Hogwarts, in the Slytherin house during those times. He'd left back when they all only joked about what would happen if Voldemort came back, what dark spells their fathers and mothers showed them during summer breaks, what they'd do to Muggles and Muggleborns if they got the chance. Nothing serious... nothing they truly planned to act on. How much of that changed in the years after he left ( ... )

freakedwithjet August 25 2006, 23:22:40 UTC

The kiss made her smile. It had that easy affection that was so rare with Perry and really, this was such a wonderful afternoon it seemed as though nothing could spoil it.

"If I was delicate," she murmured, her hand caressing his shoulder, "I'd never have made it this far. Though tatoos have nothing to do with it - like I said, they don't even hurt." She smirked then and really, that second comment was like a red rag to a bull; "And as for sweet and innocent..."

She swung one leg over his hip, sliding her foot slowly down his far leg as she did so and smiling as she dipped her head down to kiss him, her hair forming a curtain around them both, the wispy ends catching on her lips though she didn't care.

"Sweet and innocent would be dull."

inner_human September 4 2006, 22:37:30 UTC

Sure they don't, he thought, smirking. He didn't have any tattoos and he never intended to get one, but somehow he doubted etching designs into a person's skin could be totally painless.

He blinked as she suddenly shifted herself over him... but didn't exactly object. In fact, he was grinning quite deviously before her lips met his. One hand slid through her hair, near the jawline, and the other found the small of her back, pressing her closer.

After all, they had all afternoon.

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