Fanfiction: I Thought I Told You
Due to the reviews and requests on the hp_girlslash community, my femmeslash story, It All Started with a Detention now has a sequel...
Well that and when manic sometimes I can be productive...
So, second bit:
In the early hours of a frosty Saturday morning, hours before dawn, Pansy Parkinson found herself doing something she had never given much thought to-having drinks, smoking, and sharing stories with the Weasley girl out on the Astronomy deck. Well, pure thought, anyway. She had probably fantasized about or had a spot of fun with all the pureblood girls and half the pureblood girls in Hogwarts…even Millicent Bulstrode…although it had taken half a bottle of Vladimir’s Vicious Vodka, six shots of tequila and a bottle of firewhiskey to get her that smashed.
“Okay, okay.” Ginny said, laughing slightly as she took a drink from the bottle of absinthe she had nicked from the school cellars. “Absolute worst you’ve ever had?”
Pansy arched an eyebrow, thinking. “That I remember? Edgecombe.”
“Marietta?” Ginny chortled, laughing. “She was so hung up over Cho!”
“Why do you think she gave up your little Potter’s Army?” Pansy said, taking a drag from the cigarette. “All I said was that Grunger was casting eyes at Cho…”
Ginny laughed, stealing the sweet-scented cigarette from her new…well…they weren’t friends…detention-mate and taking a drag. “Straight-laced Hermione? She’s been sharing a dorm with Vati and Lav for six years and she still thinks they’re just ‘good friends’.” She laughed, passing the absinthe to Pansy.
Pansy took a gulp of the bittersweet liquid. “Yeah, okay, what about you then?”
“Hmm…” Ginny thought for a moment or two. “Abbott. Not worth the time it took to get her knickers off. Don’t believe what you read in the girls’ loo.” As the pair laughed, somewhere between tipsy and pissed, things, which had been rather risqué all along took a rather…interesting turn.
“Worst morning-after moment, where you thought you’d rather take your chances with an Avada Kedavra then wake her up.” Pansy offered.
“Angelina, Katie, and Alicia.” She stopped the questions forming on Pansy’s lips. “Celebration party for when I got on the team, and no not because they were bad, because I was sore and didn’t want another go before breakfast.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not sure I want to hear this, but your turn.”
“Millicent, and I was very very drunk.” Pansy said, confessing.
“Ew…that’s just…no. Don’t want to think about that…ever again. Best move.” Ginny asked, flicking a cigarette butt over the edge of the deck and shuddering to rid herself of a very nasty image..
“Oh…you want to see my moves, Weasley?” Pansy purred, the alcoholic buzz razing what few inhibitions she had to rubble.
“I’m the lion.” Ginny reminded her, blushing slightly, though she was as far from innocent as the women at the ‘hotels’ in Knockturn Alley. “I’m the one who’s supposed to purr, remember?” She grabbed the empty firewhiskey bottle that hadn’t survived the first hour on the deck and pitched it onto one of the closer gables.
“Well, then, let’s hear it Weasley.” Pansy said, sitting back, and about to light another cigarette from the rabidly dwindling pack.
“No, no, no.” Ginny said, shaking her head. “You should know better, Parkinson. Aren’t you supposed to be corrupting me and drawing me into your serpents den of iniquity?”
“Well, I do suppose that’s in the Slytherin code of conduct.” Pansy said, amused. “And how would you go about such…corruption?”
“Well you’re off to a good start.” Ginny teased. “Drinking and smoking isn’t exactly ‘good little Gryffindor’ everyone knows, is it?” She plucked the unlit cigarette from Pansy’s lips. “But you’re supposed to save some for later.” She twirled the clove through her fingers and placed it back in the pack.
“Yes, I had forgotten that, hadn’t I?” Pansy queried, smirking. “Then I suppose I ought to grab you roughly by the arms and slam you against the wall, correct?” She then proceeded to do just that.
“That’s acceptable, I suppose…” Ginny said, her voice gaining a bit of a breathy quality. “Now what, Parkinson?”
Pansy laughed in a low tone and slipped her hand beneath the redhead’s skirt, smirking wickedly as her breath caught…
As the door onto the deck opened and Aurora Sinistra, Astronomy teacher, walked out onto the deck, eyeing the situation she found there. “Miss Weasley, Miss Parkinson, I see your having a good morning.” She winked at them and picked up the half-full bottle of absinthe. “I’ll just be taking this as my payment for not seeing anything, Filch will be up here soon, and being caught doesn’t look good on your record does it?” She smiled at the two girls, both of whom were blushing, and then she added. “Oh, and Miss Weasley, pink really doesn’t go well with your complexion.” She walked back into the castle, now not feeling as tired as she should be and plotting ways to go wake up Septima.
The two girls, surprised that Sinistra had left them off so easy, quickly gathered their things, and darted into the castle, moving silently around the bends and curves until they were sure they were far enough away from the ears of Filch, in a small alcove offset from a window.
“I suppose I’ll just have to continue your corruption later, Weasley.” Pansy said, grinning..
“Ginny.” Said Weasley responded with a smirk. “You can’t corrupt and seduce someone while calling them by their last name, Parkinson.”
“Pansy then.” The brunette replied, amused by this. “You’ll just have to come to the party in Slytherin tonight.” She said, hatching her plan. “Jump right into that snake pit of iniquity, aye?” She looked the redhead over and grinned. “10:00, the Common Room entrance is…”
“The blank wall in front of the portrait of Titus Andronicus.” Ginny finished, smiling at the girl’s shock.
“Quite right.” Pansy said, not able to remove the surprise from her voice. “Oh…and wear something appropriate.”
“Yes Mistress.” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
“Now see, I like the sound of that.” Pansy said, brushing a lock of hair from in front of her eyes.
“Quite sorry, but I don’t play submissive.” Ginny replied, frowning.
“Ah, good thing I’m a switch then.” Pansy said with a grin. “10:00, Weas…Ginny.”
At 10:15 Ginny knocked on the blank stone wall that was the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. She knocked three times on the stone wall, and smirked at the surprised look on Malfoy’s face. “What are you doing here Weas…bloody hell what are you wearing?”
Pansy strutted over, took Ginny by the wrist and pulled her inside. “What, are you jealous, Draco?” She asked, throwing a smirk and a wink at the Malfoy scion. She then turned to the redhead, appreciatively. “I thought I told you ten.”
“You did.” Ginny replied, watching as practically everyone from Ravenclaw and Slytherin stopped to watch them in absolute horror and amazement. “I thought I told you I didn’t play submissive?” She waited a beat and then added, “Besides, I had to wait for my brother and the Boy-Who-Has-More-Lives-Than-A-Cat to leave with Hermione.”
“Fine.” Pansy said with a sigh, “but for future notice, I don’t like waiting.”
“Duly noted.” Ginny said, shaking her head in amusement. “Now did you invite me to a party or a funeral because it’s dead quiet in here.”
“Well can I help it everyone’s staring at you?” Pansy asked, “it’s not often a Gryff comes to one of our parties, let alone one in fishnets, a skirt short enough to be in my closet…let alone that top!”
“You can borrow it next Hogsmeade weekend.” Ginny offered, “If I can get you to part with some more of that firewhiskey.”
Next installment, if people are interested: The Slytherin Party.
Well that and when manic sometimes I can be productive...
So, second bit:
In the early hours of a frosty Saturday morning, hours before dawn, Pansy Parkinson found herself doing something she had never given much thought to-having drinks, smoking, and sharing stories with the Weasley girl out on the Astronomy deck. Well, pure thought, anyway. She had probably fantasized about or had a spot of fun with all the pureblood girls and half the pureblood girls in Hogwarts…even Millicent Bulstrode…although it had taken half a bottle of Vladimir’s Vicious Vodka, six shots of tequila and a bottle of firewhiskey to get her that smashed.
“Okay, okay.” Ginny said, laughing slightly as she took a drink from the bottle of absinthe she had nicked from the school cellars. “Absolute worst you’ve ever had?”
Pansy arched an eyebrow, thinking. “That I remember? Edgecombe.”
“Marietta?” Ginny chortled, laughing. “She was so hung up over Cho!”
“Why do you think she gave up your little Potter’s Army?” Pansy said, taking a drag from the cigarette. “All I said was that Grunger was casting eyes at Cho…”
Ginny laughed, stealing the sweet-scented cigarette from her new…well…they weren’t friends…detention-mate and taking a drag. “Straight-laced Hermione? She’s been sharing a dorm with Vati and Lav for six years and she still thinks they’re just ‘good friends’.” She laughed, passing the absinthe to Pansy.
Pansy took a gulp of the bittersweet liquid. “Yeah, okay, what about you then?”
“Hmm…” Ginny thought for a moment or two. “Abbott. Not worth the time it took to get her knickers off. Don’t believe what you read in the girls’ loo.” As the pair laughed, somewhere between tipsy and pissed, things, which had been rather risqué all along took a rather…interesting turn.
“Worst morning-after moment, where you thought you’d rather take your chances with an Avada Kedavra then wake her up.” Pansy offered.
“Angelina, Katie, and Alicia.” She stopped the questions forming on Pansy’s lips. “Celebration party for when I got on the team, and no not because they were bad, because I was sore and didn’t want another go before breakfast.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not sure I want to hear this, but your turn.”
“Millicent, and I was very very drunk.” Pansy said, confessing.
“Ew…that’s just…no. Don’t want to think about that…ever again. Best move.” Ginny asked, flicking a cigarette butt over the edge of the deck and shuddering to rid herself of a very nasty image..
“Oh…you want to see my moves, Weasley?” Pansy purred, the alcoholic buzz razing what few inhibitions she had to rubble.
“I’m the lion.” Ginny reminded her, blushing slightly, though she was as far from innocent as the women at the ‘hotels’ in Knockturn Alley. “I’m the one who’s supposed to purr, remember?” She grabbed the empty firewhiskey bottle that hadn’t survived the first hour on the deck and pitched it onto one of the closer gables.
“Well, then, let’s hear it Weasley.” Pansy said, sitting back, and about to light another cigarette from the rabidly dwindling pack.
“No, no, no.” Ginny said, shaking her head. “You should know better, Parkinson. Aren’t you supposed to be corrupting me and drawing me into your serpents den of iniquity?”
“Well, I do suppose that’s in the Slytherin code of conduct.” Pansy said, amused. “And how would you go about such…corruption?”
“Well you’re off to a good start.” Ginny teased. “Drinking and smoking isn’t exactly ‘good little Gryffindor’ everyone knows, is it?” She plucked the unlit cigarette from Pansy’s lips. “But you’re supposed to save some for later.” She twirled the clove through her fingers and placed it back in the pack.
“Yes, I had forgotten that, hadn’t I?” Pansy queried, smirking. “Then I suppose I ought to grab you roughly by the arms and slam you against the wall, correct?” She then proceeded to do just that.
“That’s acceptable, I suppose…” Ginny said, her voice gaining a bit of a breathy quality. “Now what, Parkinson?”
Pansy laughed in a low tone and slipped her hand beneath the redhead’s skirt, smirking wickedly as her breath caught…
As the door onto the deck opened and Aurora Sinistra, Astronomy teacher, walked out onto the deck, eyeing the situation she found there. “Miss Weasley, Miss Parkinson, I see your having a good morning.” She winked at them and picked up the half-full bottle of absinthe. “I’ll just be taking this as my payment for not seeing anything, Filch will be up here soon, and being caught doesn’t look good on your record does it?” She smiled at the two girls, both of whom were blushing, and then she added. “Oh, and Miss Weasley, pink really doesn’t go well with your complexion.” She walked back into the castle, now not feeling as tired as she should be and plotting ways to go wake up Septima.
The two girls, surprised that Sinistra had left them off so easy, quickly gathered their things, and darted into the castle, moving silently around the bends and curves until they were sure they were far enough away from the ears of Filch, in a small alcove offset from a window.
“I suppose I’ll just have to continue your corruption later, Weasley.” Pansy said, grinning..
“Ginny.” Said Weasley responded with a smirk. “You can’t corrupt and seduce someone while calling them by their last name, Parkinson.”
“Pansy then.” The brunette replied, amused by this. “You’ll just have to come to the party in Slytherin tonight.” She said, hatching her plan. “Jump right into that snake pit of iniquity, aye?” She looked the redhead over and grinned. “10:00, the Common Room entrance is…”
“The blank wall in front of the portrait of Titus Andronicus.” Ginny finished, smiling at the girl’s shock.
“Quite right.” Pansy said, not able to remove the surprise from her voice. “Oh…and wear something appropriate.”
“Yes Mistress.” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
“Now see, I like the sound of that.” Pansy said, brushing a lock of hair from in front of her eyes.
“Quite sorry, but I don’t play submissive.” Ginny replied, frowning.
“Ah, good thing I’m a switch then.” Pansy said with a grin. “10:00, Weas…Ginny.”
At 10:15 Ginny knocked on the blank stone wall that was the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. She knocked three times on the stone wall, and smirked at the surprised look on Malfoy’s face. “What are you doing here Weas…bloody hell what are you wearing?”
Pansy strutted over, took Ginny by the wrist and pulled her inside. “What, are you jealous, Draco?” She asked, throwing a smirk and a wink at the Malfoy scion. She then turned to the redhead, appreciatively. “I thought I told you ten.”
“You did.” Ginny replied, watching as practically everyone from Ravenclaw and Slytherin stopped to watch them in absolute horror and amazement. “I thought I told you I didn’t play submissive?” She waited a beat and then added, “Besides, I had to wait for my brother and the Boy-Who-Has-More-Lives-Than-A-Cat to leave with Hermione.”
“Fine.” Pansy said with a sigh, “but for future notice, I don’t like waiting.”
“Duly noted.” Ginny said, shaking her head in amusement. “Now did you invite me to a party or a funeral because it’s dead quiet in here.”
“Well can I help it everyone’s staring at you?” Pansy asked, “it’s not often a Gryff comes to one of our parties, let alone one in fishnets, a skirt short enough to be in my closet…let alone that top!”
“You can borrow it next Hogsmeade weekend.” Ginny offered, “If I can get you to part with some more of that firewhiskey.”
Next installment, if people are interested: The Slytherin Party.