Fic~Spare Change~Pansy/Ginny
This is what happens when I have been stuck in a place that smells bad and has evil dr.s running around. Enjoy.
Title: Spare Change
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Rating: erm...I need help what think the masses?
Warnings: Femslash
Summary: Pansy always had money and lives like it grows on trees. Ginny values every knut, and the issue of tension always causes a bit of a disagreement in their usually agreeable flat.
You know how no matter how long you've been with someone, no matter how much you love them, there's always that one thing that annoys you to no end?
For Ginny Weasley it was spare change--not her spare change, oh no. It was her girlfriend's spare change. Pansy Parkinson came from old blood and even older money. Galleons flowed through her fingers like water. Usually this didn't bother Ginny, sinice quite a bit of it was spent on her...
but the change, for Melin's sake!
Pansy would leave her change wherever it happened to be when she stopped thinking about it. Ginny was forever finding knuts and even a sickle or two on the table, in the corners, in her basket of knitting, even on the counters in the kitchen! She was also fairly certain that the cleaners who did Pansy's work suits and better dresses more often than not found themselves a tip in her pockets.
Finally, one day, Ginny Weasley had had enough. She would pleasantly mention it to Pansy and the brunette would laugh it off, as if Ginny had said something cute. So, Ginny decided on different tactic. She put a medium-sized ceramic jar on the counter in the kitchen and told Pansy that she would but the sodding change in the jar or Ginny would invite Molly Weasley to come visit for a few days.
It worked...for about two weeks. Then the excuses started. Pansy never went in the kitchen unless it was for diet soda or vodka, she had forgotten, she was too busy. Why did Ginny care so much, anyway? It was just change! Change never amounted to anything anyway.
Battle Spare Change raged on in the flat for a few months afterward. Ginny would find change, sigh and put it in the jar. She would scold Pansy and Pansy would remember for a few days. She'd find change again and tease Pansy with innuendo and action, and Pansy would remember for a week.
Finally, after months of bickering, passive-agressive tactics, and reverse psychology that never worked, Ginny had a plan. She emptied out the jar into her purse and went shopping.
Pansy came home that night confused. Ginny had sent her an owl insisting that she not get trapped in any meetings or business dinners, because she had a surprise for her. Pansy wracked her brain, trying to remember if she had forgotten something important as she walked into the apartment. She did things like that sometimes.
"Gin?" Pansy called as she glnced in the kitchen and the den. "Ginny?" She stopped, frozen in the doorway of their bedroom as she caught sight of her girlfriend lying provacatively on their bed in a deep purple corset, black knickers, a garter belt and black stockings. She cleared her throat, searching for words that had seemingly fled rom her mind. "Um..."
"Do you like your present?" Ginny asked coquettishly, lowering her voice and moving a bit so Pansy could see a diffeent angle. "I bought it with your jar of spare change."
Pansy never forgot to put her change in the jar after that.
Title: Spare Change
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Rating: erm...I need help what think the masses?
Warnings: Femslash
Summary: Pansy always had money and lives like it grows on trees. Ginny values every knut, and the issue of tension always causes a bit of a disagreement in their usually agreeable flat.
You know how no matter how long you've been with someone, no matter how much you love them, there's always that one thing that annoys you to no end?
For Ginny Weasley it was spare change--not her spare change, oh no. It was her girlfriend's spare change. Pansy Parkinson came from old blood and even older money. Galleons flowed through her fingers like water. Usually this didn't bother Ginny, sinice quite a bit of it was spent on her...
but the change, for Melin's sake!
Pansy would leave her change wherever it happened to be when she stopped thinking about it. Ginny was forever finding knuts and even a sickle or two on the table, in the corners, in her basket of knitting, even on the counters in the kitchen! She was also fairly certain that the cleaners who did Pansy's work suits and better dresses more often than not found themselves a tip in her pockets.
Finally, one day, Ginny Weasley had had enough. She would pleasantly mention it to Pansy and the brunette would laugh it off, as if Ginny had said something cute. So, Ginny decided on different tactic. She put a medium-sized ceramic jar on the counter in the kitchen and told Pansy that she would but the sodding change in the jar or Ginny would invite Molly Weasley to come visit for a few days.
It worked...for about two weeks. Then the excuses started. Pansy never went in the kitchen unless it was for diet soda or vodka, she had forgotten, she was too busy. Why did Ginny care so much, anyway? It was just change! Change never amounted to anything anyway.
Battle Spare Change raged on in the flat for a few months afterward. Ginny would find change, sigh and put it in the jar. She would scold Pansy and Pansy would remember for a few days. She'd find change again and tease Pansy with innuendo and action, and Pansy would remember for a week.
Finally, after months of bickering, passive-agressive tactics, and reverse psychology that never worked, Ginny had a plan. She emptied out the jar into her purse and went shopping.
Pansy came home that night confused. Ginny had sent her an owl insisting that she not get trapped in any meetings or business dinners, because she had a surprise for her. Pansy wracked her brain, trying to remember if she had forgotten something important as she walked into the apartment. She did things like that sometimes.
"Gin?" Pansy called as she glnced in the kitchen and the den. "Ginny?" She stopped, frozen in the doorway of their bedroom as she caught sight of her girlfriend lying provacatively on their bed in a deep purple corset, black knickers, a garter belt and black stockings. She cleared her throat, searching for words that had seemingly fled rom her mind. "Um..."
"Do you like your present?" Ginny asked coquettishly, lowering her voice and moving a bit so Pansy could see a diffeent angle. "I bought it with your jar of spare change."
Pansy never forgot to put her change in the jar after that.