PinkElephant42: Weasley(Pansy/various), My Punishment(Tom/Draco), Sex and Firewhiskey(HP/PP)
Author: PinkElephant42
Title: Weasley
Rating: R
Prompt: #9 Brothers
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Pansy’s experiences with the Weasley brothers.
Pairing(s): Pansy/Bill, Pansy/Charlie, Pansy/Percy, Pansy/Fred/George, Pansy/Ron, implied Pansy/Ginny
Warning: a bit smutty
Word count: 308
Ron is awkward. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and his kisses are sloppy. When we finally make it to the bed, his is too rough with me. He is nothing like his brothers.
The first Weasley I slept with was Percy. He was Head Boy, and I needed a favor. I asked him to help me move my trunk, and the stupid prat agreed, even though it meant going into the Slytherin dormitories. I pushed him to my bed and had my way with him. Shocked and slightly flattered, the ever-proper Percy submitted all control to me.
Charlie was next. I met him after the Dragon task of the Triwizard tournament. He was brave and handsome, despite his Weasley roots. He was so different from Percy that he intrigued me. He had rough calloused hands, but he treated me with respect.
That summer, Charlie invited me to spend a day at the Burrow, and against my better judgement, I accepted. There I met Bill, and unfortunately, Fleur Delaceur for the second time. I hated her. She appeared so perfect, but I knew it was all an act. She always seemed so fake. So I seduced her boyfriend. I like to think he rather enjoyed it. I know I did; especially the part where the wench caught us.
I caught Fred and George right after they were banned from playing Quidditch by that bitch, Umbridge. They were both in a sour mood, and I offered to lift their spirits. They were playful. They teased me, fondled me, and were able to pleasure me the longest. Of all the Weasleys, sex with the twins was the best.
And now I am with Ron. In trying to escape from Lavender, he found me, and I took advantage of the situation.
After Ron, there’s only one Weasley left.
Author: PinkElephant42
Title: My Punishment
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #24 tom/draco
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Draco is punished for his failure.
Pairing(s): Voldemort/Draco
Warning: slash, non-con
Word count: 139
My punishment;
My retribution.
Each night he comes to me.
My Lord,
My fear,
Comes to me in my dreams.
Young,
Handsome,
He joins me on my bed.
Sweet,
Seductive,
He joins me in my dreams.
I know,
I sense,
This is an illusion;
But I know,
I feel,
This is very real.
His hands
His mouth,
On my bare skin;
His hands,
His eyes,
On my erect penis.
I cry,
I suffer,
But it is pointless.
I can cry,
I can scream,
But it won’t stop him.
In me,
Filling me,
I hate this feeling.
Pumping,
Pounding,
It hurts more each time.
My punishment,
My retribution,
Each night he comes to me.
My Lord,
My fear,
Comes to me in my dreams.
Author: PinkElephant42
Title: Sex and Firewhiskey
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #15 “There is no passion in that.”
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Pansy decides to seduce Harry.
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny, Draco/Pansy, Harry/Pansy
Warning: Smutty
Word Count: 1008
A/N: Based loosely on the Ancient Egyptian story of Nephthys and Osiris.
Harry Potter is hot, there’s no denying that. Any girl would jump at the chance to have him to herself; so why is he with that wench, Ginny Weasley? She’s not pretty, and she’s slept with half the boys at Hogwarts.
Whore.
I need to get to him, not only because he’s fucking gorgeous, but to put the Whore in her place. I need a plan… and firewhiskey…
Draco wants to know what I’m plotting. He can read me far too well. Shit.
Well, he wouldn’t be happy with this plan, so I have to resort to lying. I tell him not to worry, there will be no repercussions for the Slytherins. He rolls his eyes and calls me lazy. I tell want to tell him he’s trying too hard, he’s become a tight-ass, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I know why he does it, and I know how his father would react if he didn’t.
I feel a small tinge of remorse lying to him, but I push it aside. Slytherins don’t feel guilt. I love Draco, but I need to have some fun.
---
It’s surprisingly easy to get Potter to myself. I approach him during Defense class, bat my eyes, and tell him that I just don’t understand this assignment. He offers to help me later tonight. I blow him a kiss as walk away, and he blushes.
---
We meet in a deserted classroom of my choosing. Potter provides the books and parchment, and I provide the firewhiskey. He raises an eyebrow and asks what we would need that for. I tell him to relax, and hand an open bottle to him. He takes it reluctantly and sets it aside.
He sits at a desk and begins to explain the finer points of how to recognize a dark enchantment. I take a swig of my firewhiskey, then lean against his back. I want Potter to feel the curves of my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he tenses beneath me, then seems to decide a bit of alcohol would do well to get him through this night.
He smells like melilot flowers. It must be some sort of rare cologne, or shampoo. It’s not a common smell, but it’s one of my favorites. I tell him so, and he doesn’t appear to know what I’m talking about. Figures. Why would men care what sort of scents are in their shampoo?
I decide to let him in on my secret. I whisper in his ear that I don’t really have a problem with the subject, and it was all just a plan to get him and his sexy arse alone. Potter huffs in annoyance, but doesn’t move to leave. I suppose the now-empty bottle of firewhiskey has something to do with that, and I offer him another. He accepts it and takes a long swig.
I move around him and remove my robe. I straddle Potter’s lap. I consider making this a quick fuck, but there is no passion in that. I want to seduce Potter slowly, make him understand what he is missing as long as he is with that Whore.
I kiss him, letting my tongue graze against his teeth. He allows it, though at first reluctantly. Then he is kissing me back, and touching me. His hands are beneath my shirt, and his touches are like fire.
I push his robes aside and unbutton his pants, all without pausing the passionate kisses. He bucks his hips, and I’m aware that he is hard for me. I smirk against his lips and push his pants and boxers down far enough to free his erection. Then I lift my skirt, position myself over it, and slide down, arching my back as he penetrates me.
I clasp my hands at the back of my neck, and thrust my hips back, then forward, creating friction between us. I moan as the pleasure washes through me, and let my head fall back. He kisses my neck, then winds a hand through my dark hair and pulls my head up. He kisses me violently, his teeth clashing against mine, and his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth.
And all too soon, it’s over. We scream and grunt out our orgasms, and I slowly climb from his lap. My knees feel weak, and I lean against the desk for support. I had wanted it to last longer, but it was good, so it will do. I manage a smirk for him and ask what he’s thinking. He rambles some drunken nonsense about his cock, then stumbles over to a corner of the room and promptly passes out.
Damn, Potter’s a lightweight.
I suppose a proper lover would stay with him, but I am neither proper nor in love with him, so I pick up my robes and go back to Draco’s dorm.
---
When Draco gets close enough to kiss me, he smells Potter on me. He tells me I reek of sex and firewhiskey and cheap cologne, and he gets mad. He curses me out, calls me a whore. I should take offense to being called the same name as I call the girl I despise, but what I say is at least I’m not trying to act innocent. This only serves too make him angrier. He points his wand at me, but the alchohol running through me is telling me he wouldn’t hex me, and I laugh.
He scowls and lowers his wand. He says he’s going to find Potter, and leaves me laughing and drunk on his bed.
---
The next day, everything is back to normal. The Whore is hanging on Potter; Potter is scowling at Draco; Draco is smirking at Potter; and they’re all entirely ignoring me.
I ask Draco if he ever found Potter last night. He says yes, and I ask him what he did. He smirks and says that he doesn’t expect Potter to be having sex with anyone for quite a while.
Title: Weasley
Rating: R
Prompt: #9 Brothers
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Pansy’s experiences with the Weasley brothers.
Pairing(s): Pansy/Bill, Pansy/Charlie, Pansy/Percy, Pansy/Fred/George, Pansy/Ron, implied Pansy/Ginny
Warning: a bit smutty
Word count: 308
Ron is awkward. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and his kisses are sloppy. When we finally make it to the bed, his is too rough with me. He is nothing like his brothers.
The first Weasley I slept with was Percy. He was Head Boy, and I needed a favor. I asked him to help me move my trunk, and the stupid prat agreed, even though it meant going into the Slytherin dormitories. I pushed him to my bed and had my way with him. Shocked and slightly flattered, the ever-proper Percy submitted all control to me.
Charlie was next. I met him after the Dragon task of the Triwizard tournament. He was brave and handsome, despite his Weasley roots. He was so different from Percy that he intrigued me. He had rough calloused hands, but he treated me with respect.
That summer, Charlie invited me to spend a day at the Burrow, and against my better judgement, I accepted. There I met Bill, and unfortunately, Fleur Delaceur for the second time. I hated her. She appeared so perfect, but I knew it was all an act. She always seemed so fake. So I seduced her boyfriend. I like to think he rather enjoyed it. I know I did; especially the part where the wench caught us.
I caught Fred and George right after they were banned from playing Quidditch by that bitch, Umbridge. They were both in a sour mood, and I offered to lift their spirits. They were playful. They teased me, fondled me, and were able to pleasure me the longest. Of all the Weasleys, sex with the twins was the best.
And now I am with Ron. In trying to escape from Lavender, he found me, and I took advantage of the situation.
After Ron, there’s only one Weasley left.
Author: PinkElephant42
Title: My Punishment
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #24 tom/draco
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Draco is punished for his failure.
Pairing(s): Voldemort/Draco
Warning: slash, non-con
Word count: 139
My punishment;
My retribution.
Each night he comes to me.
My Lord,
My fear,
Comes to me in my dreams.
Young,
Handsome,
He joins me on my bed.
Sweet,
Seductive,
He joins me in my dreams.
I know,
I sense,
This is an illusion;
But I know,
I feel,
This is very real.
His hands
His mouth,
On my bare skin;
His hands,
His eyes,
On my erect penis.
I cry,
I suffer,
But it is pointless.
I can cry,
I can scream,
But it won’t stop him.
In me,
Filling me,
I hate this feeling.
Pumping,
Pounding,
It hurts more each time.
My punishment,
My retribution,
Each night he comes to me.
My Lord,
My fear,
Comes to me in my dreams.
Author: PinkElephant42
Title: Sex and Firewhiskey
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #15 “There is no passion in that.”
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Pansy decides to seduce Harry.
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny, Draco/Pansy, Harry/Pansy
Warning: Smutty
Word Count: 1008
A/N: Based loosely on the Ancient Egyptian story of Nephthys and Osiris.
Harry Potter is hot, there’s no denying that. Any girl would jump at the chance to have him to herself; so why is he with that wench, Ginny Weasley? She’s not pretty, and she’s slept with half the boys at Hogwarts.
Whore.
I need to get to him, not only because he’s fucking gorgeous, but to put the Whore in her place. I need a plan… and firewhiskey…
Draco wants to know what I’m plotting. He can read me far too well. Shit.
Well, he wouldn’t be happy with this plan, so I have to resort to lying. I tell him not to worry, there will be no repercussions for the Slytherins. He rolls his eyes and calls me lazy. I tell want to tell him he’s trying too hard, he’s become a tight-ass, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I know why he does it, and I know how his father would react if he didn’t.
I feel a small tinge of remorse lying to him, but I push it aside. Slytherins don’t feel guilt. I love Draco, but I need to have some fun.
---
It’s surprisingly easy to get Potter to myself. I approach him during Defense class, bat my eyes, and tell him that I just don’t understand this assignment. He offers to help me later tonight. I blow him a kiss as walk away, and he blushes.
---
We meet in a deserted classroom of my choosing. Potter provides the books and parchment, and I provide the firewhiskey. He raises an eyebrow and asks what we would need that for. I tell him to relax, and hand an open bottle to him. He takes it reluctantly and sets it aside.
He sits at a desk and begins to explain the finer points of how to recognize a dark enchantment. I take a swig of my firewhiskey, then lean against his back. I want Potter to feel the curves of my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he tenses beneath me, then seems to decide a bit of alcohol would do well to get him through this night.
He smells like melilot flowers. It must be some sort of rare cologne, or shampoo. It’s not a common smell, but it’s one of my favorites. I tell him so, and he doesn’t appear to know what I’m talking about. Figures. Why would men care what sort of scents are in their shampoo?
I decide to let him in on my secret. I whisper in his ear that I don’t really have a problem with the subject, and it was all just a plan to get him and his sexy arse alone. Potter huffs in annoyance, but doesn’t move to leave. I suppose the now-empty bottle of firewhiskey has something to do with that, and I offer him another. He accepts it and takes a long swig.
I move around him and remove my robe. I straddle Potter’s lap. I consider making this a quick fuck, but there is no passion in that. I want to seduce Potter slowly, make him understand what he is missing as long as he is with that Whore.
I kiss him, letting my tongue graze against his teeth. He allows it, though at first reluctantly. Then he is kissing me back, and touching me. His hands are beneath my shirt, and his touches are like fire.
I push his robes aside and unbutton his pants, all without pausing the passionate kisses. He bucks his hips, and I’m aware that he is hard for me. I smirk against his lips and push his pants and boxers down far enough to free his erection. Then I lift my skirt, position myself over it, and slide down, arching my back as he penetrates me.
I clasp my hands at the back of my neck, and thrust my hips back, then forward, creating friction between us. I moan as the pleasure washes through me, and let my head fall back. He kisses my neck, then winds a hand through my dark hair and pulls my head up. He kisses me violently, his teeth clashing against mine, and his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth.
And all too soon, it’s over. We scream and grunt out our orgasms, and I slowly climb from his lap. My knees feel weak, and I lean against the desk for support. I had wanted it to last longer, but it was good, so it will do. I manage a smirk for him and ask what he’s thinking. He rambles some drunken nonsense about his cock, then stumbles over to a corner of the room and promptly passes out.
Damn, Potter’s a lightweight.
I suppose a proper lover would stay with him, but I am neither proper nor in love with him, so I pick up my robes and go back to Draco’s dorm.
---
When Draco gets close enough to kiss me, he smells Potter on me. He tells me I reek of sex and firewhiskey and cheap cologne, and he gets mad. He curses me out, calls me a whore. I should take offense to being called the same name as I call the girl I despise, but what I say is at least I’m not trying to act innocent. This only serves too make him angrier. He points his wand at me, but the alchohol running through me is telling me he wouldn’t hex me, and I laugh.
He scowls and lowers his wand. He says he’s going to find Potter, and leaves me laughing and drunk on his bed.
---
The next day, everything is back to normal. The Whore is hanging on Potter; Potter is scowling at Draco; Draco is smirking at Potter; and they’re all entirely ignoring me.
I ask Draco if he ever found Potter last night. He says yes, and I ask him what he did. He smirks and says that he doesn’t expect Potter to be having sex with anyone for quite a while.