Into the Furniture Graveyard (PG; GG/PP)
Title: Into the Furniture Graveyard
Claim: Gregory Goyle/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt: 80 - Darkness
Rating: PG
Word Count: 823
Author's Note: The first part of this story can be found at Past Indiscretion. And thank you to Ilex for making me a new Pansy icon so I have someone to look at while I write what the characters whisper.
“Hello?” The door creaked open but Pansy wasn’t stupid enough to walk right into the dark room. For a moment, she wondered if she’d made a mistake. Maybe the Slytherin prank had moved inside and she was the butt of a horrible joke.
Instead of turning away, she walked forward with her head held high. If they were going to prank her, they better make it good because they weren’t going to get a second chance.
The light from her hastily lit wand didn’t show much. A few battered desks that had seen better days. Several chairs with three legs or no backs. This appeared to be where school furniture came to die.
Before she realized what was happening, an ottoman zoomed through the air and landed on a desk that teetered violently before giving up the fight and collapsing completely into a pile of wood chips and dust. A smothered curse came from a corner that had been hidden from the door until she stepped further into the room.
“Gregory?”
The curse was more muffled this time as a head, she assumed, made contact with something wooden. “I didn’t think you’d show,” he answered as he came into view, rubbing the back of his head.
“How could I not?” she asked with a great deal of irritation colouring her voice. “Every night for the past two weeks was a bit much, don’t you think? You knew I’d eventually have to come just to see what was so important about this furniture graveyard.”
He brought out his wand, making her suddenly fearful for her life until the door behind her closed with a bang. She should have thought of that, what with all the secrecy, and told him as much. When he only shrugged, she wondered how long this evening was going to prove to be if he was going to continue his “silence is golden” practice.
“Listen, it’s great that you decided to include me on this housekeeping but-“
His lips against hers stopped the rant cold but it didn’t stop the tensing of her shoulders as he invaded her comfort zone. It did, however, take her breath away so that she didn’t have anything to say to him as he backed up to a better distance for her peace of mind.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to do that,” he said, shrugging again. “It needed to be done.”
She hoped her slap surprised him as much as the kiss had surprised her. From the look on his face, she couldn’t tell. As always, he pushed emotion as far away as he could. Because she knew that she had looked shocked at the kiss, she slapped him again for good measure.
“No more letters and numbers to get me into the bowels of the castle,” she hissed, straightening her shoulders even though she knew she was still standing ramrod straight. “If you want to see me, you can spend more time in the dungeon. I’m not the sort of girl who allows herself to be taken advantage of.”
“Say my name again.” There was a wistful tone in the steady words. It wasn’t a request but it wasn’t quite a demand.
There was some hesitation, and she backed up before she opened her mouth just in case he decided to thank her with another kiss. “Gregory.” It was a quick word but had a surprising amount of emotion behind it. “Now you tell me what this is all about.”
Hadn’t she been about the leave? How did his simple request keep her from fleeing this dismal room? When did she suddenly care… or better yet, when had he started to actually break down her barriers?
“I wanted to make sure you were alright with… everything. It’s hard to tell with you but I see what you have to put up with everyday.” His face was in shadow. Maybe it was better this way, so that she couldn’t see him being nice to her. As she thought that, he moved forward into the light of her wand. “So are you? Alright, I mean.”
He looked so earnest, the expression alien on his closed face. Pansy was ready to tell him that yes, everything was fine, but she stopped. While Millicent would have taken the platitude at face value - if she had thought to ask, that is - she was fairly sure that Gregory wouldn’t let her get away with those words.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” It only took one sob from her and he was in her space again, taking up too much of her air so that she could barely breath. If she could, she might have told him to leave her alone. She was more than ready to take on anything that was thrown at her. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have made it this far. And she didn’t need him. She didn’t need anyone.
Claim: Gregory Goyle/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt: 80 - Darkness
Rating: PG
Word Count: 823
Author's Note: The first part of this story can be found at Past Indiscretion. And thank you to Ilex for making me a new Pansy icon so I have someone to look at while I write what the characters whisper.
“Hello?” The door creaked open but Pansy wasn’t stupid enough to walk right into the dark room. For a moment, she wondered if she’d made a mistake. Maybe the Slytherin prank had moved inside and she was the butt of a horrible joke.
Instead of turning away, she walked forward with her head held high. If they were going to prank her, they better make it good because they weren’t going to get a second chance.
The light from her hastily lit wand didn’t show much. A few battered desks that had seen better days. Several chairs with three legs or no backs. This appeared to be where school furniture came to die.
Before she realized what was happening, an ottoman zoomed through the air and landed on a desk that teetered violently before giving up the fight and collapsing completely into a pile of wood chips and dust. A smothered curse came from a corner that had been hidden from the door until she stepped further into the room.
“Gregory?”
The curse was more muffled this time as a head, she assumed, made contact with something wooden. “I didn’t think you’d show,” he answered as he came into view, rubbing the back of his head.
“How could I not?” she asked with a great deal of irritation colouring her voice. “Every night for the past two weeks was a bit much, don’t you think? You knew I’d eventually have to come just to see what was so important about this furniture graveyard.”
He brought out his wand, making her suddenly fearful for her life until the door behind her closed with a bang. She should have thought of that, what with all the secrecy, and told him as much. When he only shrugged, she wondered how long this evening was going to prove to be if he was going to continue his “silence is golden” practice.
“Listen, it’s great that you decided to include me on this housekeeping but-“
His lips against hers stopped the rant cold but it didn’t stop the tensing of her shoulders as he invaded her comfort zone. It did, however, take her breath away so that she didn’t have anything to say to him as he backed up to a better distance for her peace of mind.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to do that,” he said, shrugging again. “It needed to be done.”
She hoped her slap surprised him as much as the kiss had surprised her. From the look on his face, she couldn’t tell. As always, he pushed emotion as far away as he could. Because she knew that she had looked shocked at the kiss, she slapped him again for good measure.
“No more letters and numbers to get me into the bowels of the castle,” she hissed, straightening her shoulders even though she knew she was still standing ramrod straight. “If you want to see me, you can spend more time in the dungeon. I’m not the sort of girl who allows herself to be taken advantage of.”
“Say my name again.” There was a wistful tone in the steady words. It wasn’t a request but it wasn’t quite a demand.
There was some hesitation, and she backed up before she opened her mouth just in case he decided to thank her with another kiss. “Gregory.” It was a quick word but had a surprising amount of emotion behind it. “Now you tell me what this is all about.”
Hadn’t she been about the leave? How did his simple request keep her from fleeing this dismal room? When did she suddenly care… or better yet, when had he started to actually break down her barriers?
“I wanted to make sure you were alright with… everything. It’s hard to tell with you but I see what you have to put up with everyday.” His face was in shadow. Maybe it was better this way, so that she couldn’t see him being nice to her. As she thought that, he moved forward into the light of her wand. “So are you? Alright, I mean.”
He looked so earnest, the expression alien on his closed face. Pansy was ready to tell him that yes, everything was fine, but she stopped. While Millicent would have taken the platitude at face value - if she had thought to ask, that is - she was fairly sure that Gregory wouldn’t let her get away with those words.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” It only took one sob from her and he was in her space again, taking up too much of her air so that she could barely breath. If she could, she might have told him to leave her alone. She was more than ready to take on anything that was thrown at her. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have made it this far. And she didn’t need him. She didn’t need anyone.