Kate!Fic | Finally (1/1) | Lysander Montague, Pansy Parkinson | Teen
Title: Finally (1/1)
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lysander Montague, Pansy Parkinson
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 390
Summary: She told him she wouldn't wait forever, but he never quite believed her.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Lysander & Pansy are characters played at pinksheep_wench. This was written for hp_humpdrabbles Humpathon 2010.
She'd told him she wouldn't wait forever for him to make up his mind. It seemed that's all she did with Lysander - waited. She'd waited for him to visit her when the Ministry had sentenced her to pay for her father's crimes. She'd waited for word from him once she was released. Since they'd finally run into each other that cold winter day outside Gringotts, she'd waited for him to reclaim the promise they'd had at Hogwarts, when everything seemed so easy and right between them.
Years she'd spent waiting for him and being disappointed - Pansy was through waiting.
That was why she'd accepted the invitation to dinner this evening. Christopher approached her at Astoria's latest gala and she'd had no reason to turn him down. He was handsome and well to do, charming and bright. And she couldn't care less. He wasn't Lysander.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She'd told him she wouldn't wait forever for him to make up his mind. Lysander had heard her when she said the words, but he hadn't really expected anything to come of it. His hesitation was for her own good, after all. What could he offer her? Pansy was a society maven, a wealthy woman, beautiful, and he was a government middle manager. Until he was convinced there was something he could bring to the table, that being with him would improve her life, things would remain as they were.
He was unprepared for the sight of his petit fleur on the arm of another man. Like a crazed man, he watched from the shadows as they dined, Pansy's wicked wit and barely hinted smiles all for someone else.
When she stood and walked his way, he knew he had to act. Fast as lightening, he snatched her wrist and pulled her into the alcove, his body pressing her to the wall. Pansy's face registered shock when she recognized him, but any words she might have had were cut off as his lips crashed down on hers.
Hands skimming her sides, he nudged her thighs apart, pressing himself into the tight space. "Enough waiting," he growled, nipping at her skin as his lips traveled down her slender neck. "I want you, Pansy."
Pansy tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as the words she'd longed to hear rang in her ears. "Finally."
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lysander Montague, Pansy Parkinson
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 390
Summary: She told him she wouldn't wait forever, but he never quite believed her.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Lysander & Pansy are characters played at pinksheep_wench. This was written for hp_humpdrabbles Humpathon 2010.
She'd told him she wouldn't wait forever for him to make up his mind. It seemed that's all she did with Lysander - waited. She'd waited for him to visit her when the Ministry had sentenced her to pay for her father's crimes. She'd waited for word from him once she was released. Since they'd finally run into each other that cold winter day outside Gringotts, she'd waited for him to reclaim the promise they'd had at Hogwarts, when everything seemed so easy and right between them.
Years she'd spent waiting for him and being disappointed - Pansy was through waiting.
That was why she'd accepted the invitation to dinner this evening. Christopher approached her at Astoria's latest gala and she'd had no reason to turn him down. He was handsome and well to do, charming and bright. And she couldn't care less. He wasn't Lysander.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She'd told him she wouldn't wait forever for him to make up his mind. Lysander had heard her when she said the words, but he hadn't really expected anything to come of it. His hesitation was for her own good, after all. What could he offer her? Pansy was a society maven, a wealthy woman, beautiful, and he was a government middle manager. Until he was convinced there was something he could bring to the table, that being with him would improve her life, things would remain as they were.
He was unprepared for the sight of his petit fleur on the arm of another man. Like a crazed man, he watched from the shadows as they dined, Pansy's wicked wit and barely hinted smiles all for someone else.
When she stood and walked his way, he knew he had to act. Fast as lightening, he snatched her wrist and pulled her into the alcove, his body pressing her to the wall. Pansy's face registered shock when she recognized him, but any words she might have had were cut off as his lips crashed down on hers.
Hands skimming her sides, he nudged her thighs apart, pressing himself into the tight space. "Enough waiting," he growled, nipping at her skin as his lips traveled down her slender neck. "I want you, Pansy."
Pansy tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as the words she'd longed to hear rang in her ears. "Finally."