A Gift For kietorata: A Christmas Truth, (Ginny/Pansy, R)
Author: flipflop_diva
Recipient: kiertorata
Title: A Christmas Truth
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,582
Summary: This was their first Christmas together. It was supposed to be wonderful and magical, but instead Ginny has never been this nervous in her life.
Author's Notes: Thanks to A for all the encouragement in writing a different pairing than normal. Thanks to the mods for hosting this fest and for being ever so patient with me. And thanks to kiertorata for all the awesome prompts - I tried to combine a few of them together. I hope you enjoy this! Happy new year!
Ginny awoke to the smell of gingerbread wafting through the room and to the feeling of cold fingers snaking themselves up her bare body, from the back of one of her knees to the inside of her thighs to brush over her abdomen and one of her breasts before settling themselves on the sensitive flesh, also bare, that lay between her legs.
A warm gust of air on her naked shoulder was followed by sloppy hot kisses in the same spot as the fingers between her legs began to move, lightly and slowly and with the promise of so much more to come.
Normally, this was the way Ginny best preferred to wake up - she had grown quite accustomed to it in recent months - but not today. Today, the feeling in her stomach was one of dread, of nausea, of fear, and it was too intense for anything else. No orgasm was going to change it.
She reached down, placing her hand carefully over Pansy’s fingers, stopping the other girl’s movements.
“Not right now,” she whispered.
There was a huff of air in her ear, and then the fingers withdrew, but not before one last quick rub, as if to show Ginny what she would be missing.
Ginny kept her eyes closed as she heard the bed creak, felt the mattress dip then rise before hearing footsteps pad across the wooden floor of their room. Soon enough, she heard the sound of a door opening, then slamming, and she squeezed her eyes harder, as if to stop the tear she felt making its way down her cheek.
This was their first Christmas together. As a couple, not just as roommates who fucked. It was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be magical. Instead here she was, ruining everything. And for no good reason either. Except she was scared. And nervous. More nervous than she could ever remember being in her life.
Their relationship had never been easy, so it wasn’t like she thought it should start being that way now. But today was different.
Today wasn’t like when she admitted to her friends over lunch that she had drank one too many firewhiskys the night before and ended up in bed with the roommate she hated. Today wasn’t even like the day she finally admitted to herself that the reason she hurried home from Quidditch practice every night to practically throw herself between Pansy’s legs wasn’t just because the sex was the best she’d ever had.
No, today had permanent ramifications that could alter their entire relationship. And even if she was loathe to admit it, she knew today could spell the end to any future they might possibly have.
Unless she did that for them first, of course.
Ginny kept her eyes closed, kept lying in the same spot, tried to listen for signs of Pansy out in the small kitchen of the flat they had just moved into together a month before. But it was quiet.
For a second, she had a panicked thought that Pansy had just left, had just gone without her, and was perhaps never coming back.
The door to the bedroom creaked opened, and Ginny opened her eyes.
She expected to see Pansy with eyes full of ire. Or maybe a sneer on her face. Maybe no expression at all, just the coldness that had been there the first few months of their time at the wizarding university when they had been unfortunately assigned as roommates and had thus done everything in their power to avoid each other. Until, of course, the day Pansy had brought home the gallon of firewhisky she’d gotten for her birthday.
What Ginny did not expect to see was Pansy smiling, almost warmly, at her, a plate of gingerbread cookies in her hands, her body still completely without a stitch of clothing.
Holding the plate in front of her, Pansy walked toward the bed and handed it to Ginny before climbing in bed beside her. Pansy didn’t touch her, didn’t even try, but she sat close enough that Ginny could feel the heat radiating off her body.
“Try one,” Pansy said. Her voice was soft, a tone she only used with Ginny when they were alone, one Ginny hadn’t even heard until the end of their second year of university when she had told Pansy that she’d had an offer from another girl to get a flat with her for the following year and Pansy had admitted she didn’t want Ginny to move out. That had been the first time they snogged without having sex. That had been seven months earlier.
Now, Ginny made sure the plate was stable in her lap before picking up one of the cookies. It was still hot, the heat searing through the pads of her fingers. She took a bite.
“Delicious,” she managed to croak out. Her voice was hoarse, wavering. She could hardly swallow.
Pansy lifted a hand, placed it on Ginny’s arm, a reminder that she wasn’t alone.
“I’m scared too,” she finally said.
Ginny turned to look at her. “What?”
Pansy shrugged. “My parents hate everyone. Even me sometimes. They hated Draco when I brought him home, and they adore the Malfoys. They hated it more when I told them I wanted to date girls.” She shrugged again.
“They’re never going to let you date a Weasley.” The words she had been petrified to say ever since Pansy had told her they were invited to the Parkinson Manor for Christmas Day finally slipped out, hanging in the air.
“Fuck what they want.”
Ginny frowned. “You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?”
Ginny didn’t answer, so Pansy continued. “But what about you? Your parents aren’t exactly going to be thrilled that you’re bringing home the girl who betrayed Harry Potter for Christmas supper.”
“You’re not that girl anymore,” Ginny said quickly.
Pansy arched one of her perfectly shaped brows. “And they are going to believe that?”
“I don’t care what they believe.”
The ferocity in her tone surprised even her. For a second, Ginny pondered her own words. She had grown up knowing family was the most important thing in the world. It still was. And for the most part, her family was wonderful. When she had told them she was in love with another girl, they had all been so happy for her. But there was a reason she hadn’t told them who that girl was. And today, when they showed up for supper, together, she wasn’t sure how they would react.
But she and Pansy had decided together a couple weeks before that they needed to stop hiding, that they needed to tell their families the truth, no matter how rough it would be.
“Do you really mean that?” Pansy said now.
Ginny nodded. “I love you. I’m not going to lose you, no matter what happens today.”
She thought back to when her brother had brought Fleur home, to the way they had all reacted, the way they had all judged her. Until they had grown to accept her. She could only hope now the same thing would happen with Pansy.
Pansy let go of Ginny’s arm to grab one of the cookies. Halfway to her mouth, she paused. “I love you, too, you know,” she said. “My parents be damned.” She took a bite. “We could not go,” she added.
Ginny shook her head. The nerves in her stomach were beginning to settle, replaced by something else. “No,” she said. “We need to go.”
She reached over this time, took Pansy’s hand. “If I cared what other people thought, I never would have had sex with you the second time.”
“And if I cared what other people thought,” Pansy said, “I wouldn’t be me.”
Ginny almost snorted. “We are doing the right thing, telling them?” she said, after a few moments.
“I do like to give my mum and dad heart attacks on a monthly basis,” Pansy replied.
“Okay.” Ginny lifted the plate from her lap and placed it on the bedside table before throwing the covers off. “We should go get ready then.”
Pansy’s hand on her leg stopped her. “Or,” she said with a smirk. “We could finish what I tried to start and then we can get ready.”
Ginny glanced at the clock. Less than an hour before Pansy and her new girlfriend were supposed to arrive at the Parkinsons. Less than six hours until Ginny had told her parents she would be to the Burrow with her new girlfriend.
She looked at Pansy, dark eyes gleaming, that smirk that used to once drive Ginny into a blind rage but now did something altogether different plastered across her face. They were about to walk into unchartered territory. It could go amazingly or it could go horribly.
“Today will go much better for us if we start it with an orgasm,” Pansy said, almost as if she could read Ginny’s thoughts, and Ginny laughed.
For better or worse, by the end of the day, their families would know that Ginny Weasley and Pansy Parkinson were in love with each other and living together. A little reminder of just how much she loved this woman wouldn’t hurt.
Ginny settled herself back on the pillows, spread her legs enticingly and gestured to Pansy.
“Well,” she said. “We don’t want to be late, so I guess you better hurry.”
Pansy just laughed. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I better.”
Recipient: kiertorata
Title: A Christmas Truth
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,582
Summary: This was their first Christmas together. It was supposed to be wonderful and magical, but instead Ginny has never been this nervous in her life.
Author's Notes: Thanks to A for all the encouragement in writing a different pairing than normal. Thanks to the mods for hosting this fest and for being ever so patient with me. And thanks to kiertorata for all the awesome prompts - I tried to combine a few of them together. I hope you enjoy this! Happy new year!
Ginny awoke to the smell of gingerbread wafting through the room and to the feeling of cold fingers snaking themselves up her bare body, from the back of one of her knees to the inside of her thighs to brush over her abdomen and one of her breasts before settling themselves on the sensitive flesh, also bare, that lay between her legs.
A warm gust of air on her naked shoulder was followed by sloppy hot kisses in the same spot as the fingers between her legs began to move, lightly and slowly and with the promise of so much more to come.
Normally, this was the way Ginny best preferred to wake up - she had grown quite accustomed to it in recent months - but not today. Today, the feeling in her stomach was one of dread, of nausea, of fear, and it was too intense for anything else. No orgasm was going to change it.
She reached down, placing her hand carefully over Pansy’s fingers, stopping the other girl’s movements.
“Not right now,” she whispered.
There was a huff of air in her ear, and then the fingers withdrew, but not before one last quick rub, as if to show Ginny what she would be missing.
Ginny kept her eyes closed as she heard the bed creak, felt the mattress dip then rise before hearing footsteps pad across the wooden floor of their room. Soon enough, she heard the sound of a door opening, then slamming, and she squeezed her eyes harder, as if to stop the tear she felt making its way down her cheek.
This was their first Christmas together. As a couple, not just as roommates who fucked. It was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be magical. Instead here she was, ruining everything. And for no good reason either. Except she was scared. And nervous. More nervous than she could ever remember being in her life.
Their relationship had never been easy, so it wasn’t like she thought it should start being that way now. But today was different.
Today wasn’t like when she admitted to her friends over lunch that she had drank one too many firewhiskys the night before and ended up in bed with the roommate she hated. Today wasn’t even like the day she finally admitted to herself that the reason she hurried home from Quidditch practice every night to practically throw herself between Pansy’s legs wasn’t just because the sex was the best she’d ever had.
No, today had permanent ramifications that could alter their entire relationship. And even if she was loathe to admit it, she knew today could spell the end to any future they might possibly have.
Unless she did that for them first, of course.
Ginny kept her eyes closed, kept lying in the same spot, tried to listen for signs of Pansy out in the small kitchen of the flat they had just moved into together a month before. But it was quiet.
For a second, she had a panicked thought that Pansy had just left, had just gone without her, and was perhaps never coming back.
The door to the bedroom creaked opened, and Ginny opened her eyes.
She expected to see Pansy with eyes full of ire. Or maybe a sneer on her face. Maybe no expression at all, just the coldness that had been there the first few months of their time at the wizarding university when they had been unfortunately assigned as roommates and had thus done everything in their power to avoid each other. Until, of course, the day Pansy had brought home the gallon of firewhisky she’d gotten for her birthday.
What Ginny did not expect to see was Pansy smiling, almost warmly, at her, a plate of gingerbread cookies in her hands, her body still completely without a stitch of clothing.
Holding the plate in front of her, Pansy walked toward the bed and handed it to Ginny before climbing in bed beside her. Pansy didn’t touch her, didn’t even try, but she sat close enough that Ginny could feel the heat radiating off her body.
“Try one,” Pansy said. Her voice was soft, a tone she only used with Ginny when they were alone, one Ginny hadn’t even heard until the end of their second year of university when she had told Pansy that she’d had an offer from another girl to get a flat with her for the following year and Pansy had admitted she didn’t want Ginny to move out. That had been the first time they snogged without having sex. That had been seven months earlier.
Now, Ginny made sure the plate was stable in her lap before picking up one of the cookies. It was still hot, the heat searing through the pads of her fingers. She took a bite.
“Delicious,” she managed to croak out. Her voice was hoarse, wavering. She could hardly swallow.
Pansy lifted a hand, placed it on Ginny’s arm, a reminder that she wasn’t alone.
“I’m scared too,” she finally said.
Ginny turned to look at her. “What?”
Pansy shrugged. “My parents hate everyone. Even me sometimes. They hated Draco when I brought him home, and they adore the Malfoys. They hated it more when I told them I wanted to date girls.” She shrugged again.
“They’re never going to let you date a Weasley.” The words she had been petrified to say ever since Pansy had told her they were invited to the Parkinson Manor for Christmas Day finally slipped out, hanging in the air.
“Fuck what they want.”
Ginny frowned. “You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?”
Ginny didn’t answer, so Pansy continued. “But what about you? Your parents aren’t exactly going to be thrilled that you’re bringing home the girl who betrayed Harry Potter for Christmas supper.”
“You’re not that girl anymore,” Ginny said quickly.
Pansy arched one of her perfectly shaped brows. “And they are going to believe that?”
“I don’t care what they believe.”
The ferocity in her tone surprised even her. For a second, Ginny pondered her own words. She had grown up knowing family was the most important thing in the world. It still was. And for the most part, her family was wonderful. When she had told them she was in love with another girl, they had all been so happy for her. But there was a reason she hadn’t told them who that girl was. And today, when they showed up for supper, together, she wasn’t sure how they would react.
But she and Pansy had decided together a couple weeks before that they needed to stop hiding, that they needed to tell their families the truth, no matter how rough it would be.
“Do you really mean that?” Pansy said now.
Ginny nodded. “I love you. I’m not going to lose you, no matter what happens today.”
She thought back to when her brother had brought Fleur home, to the way they had all reacted, the way they had all judged her. Until they had grown to accept her. She could only hope now the same thing would happen with Pansy.
Pansy let go of Ginny’s arm to grab one of the cookies. Halfway to her mouth, she paused. “I love you, too, you know,” she said. “My parents be damned.” She took a bite. “We could not go,” she added.
Ginny shook her head. The nerves in her stomach were beginning to settle, replaced by something else. “No,” she said. “We need to go.”
She reached over this time, took Pansy’s hand. “If I cared what other people thought, I never would have had sex with you the second time.”
“And if I cared what other people thought,” Pansy said, “I wouldn’t be me.”
Ginny almost snorted. “We are doing the right thing, telling them?” she said, after a few moments.
“I do like to give my mum and dad heart attacks on a monthly basis,” Pansy replied.
“Okay.” Ginny lifted the plate from her lap and placed it on the bedside table before throwing the covers off. “We should go get ready then.”
Pansy’s hand on her leg stopped her. “Or,” she said with a smirk. “We could finish what I tried to start and then we can get ready.”
Ginny glanced at the clock. Less than an hour before Pansy and her new girlfriend were supposed to arrive at the Parkinsons. Less than six hours until Ginny had told her parents she would be to the Burrow with her new girlfriend.
She looked at Pansy, dark eyes gleaming, that smirk that used to once drive Ginny into a blind rage but now did something altogether different plastered across her face. They were about to walk into unchartered territory. It could go amazingly or it could go horribly.
“Today will go much better for us if we start it with an orgasm,” Pansy said, almost as if she could read Ginny’s thoughts, and Ginny laughed.
For better or worse, by the end of the day, their families would know that Ginny Weasley and Pansy Parkinson were in love with each other and living together. A little reminder of just how much she loved this woman wouldn’t hurt.
Ginny settled herself back on the pillows, spread her legs enticingly and gestured to Pansy.
“Well,” she said. “We don’t want to be late, so I guess you better hurry.”
Pansy just laughed. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I better.”