Burning
Title: Burning
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Romance/General
Length: 1055, oneshot
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Summary: At first Ginny’s skin burns and then she burns for Pansy.
Note: Written for hpfanfic10x10 ‘burn’ and hp_ficathon 5.'Did you know' 2.'Fucked' and 12.'Permission.' So, I don’t know if there is burn hazel over there but hey, it’s magic. ;)
“Actually, I think I rather liked Lockhart as Defense teacher over Snape. Even though he was the most stuck-up person I’ve ever met,” Ginny said. She was walking around the lake with Neville.
“But I thought you liked him back then,” Neville said.
Ginny scoffed. “No! Okay, so maybe a little bit, but he had such long wavy hair. It was absolutely gorgeous. I like guys with long ha -- Ahh!” The next second she was on the ground in a patch of leaves.
“Are you okay?” Neville asked frantically, alarmed the high pitched screams issuing from her. He went to run forward and grab her but stopped just short of the leaves, realization dawning. “Did you know these are burn hazel?” Neville mused. “I saw them in a Herbology book before.”
“That’s brilliant, Neville!” Ginny snapped, rubbing at her arms then screaming louder. Tears were rolling down her face. “Make it stop, please. It bloody burns!”
Neville jiggled his leg, trying to remember something, anything from the book but only the image of it came to mind. “I don’t remember anything. Should I get Madam Pomfrey?”
“Fuck yes!” Neville raced off, stumbled over the uneven earth. That’s when Ginny realized she was right next to the lake’s edge. The water was looking perfect for her burning skin. Without a second thought she rushed in, crouching down so she was covered up to her neck. The burning stopped almost immediately. She sighed and ducked her head under the cold water.
“My God, are you crying, Weasley?” Pansy asked, staring in horror at the girl in the water. Then she smirked. “Did you finally realize Potter doesn’t want a fan?” She couldn’t hold back her laughter at the sight of Ginny’s drenched sneer.
Not wanting to deal with Pansy Parkinson’s jeers and wanting her to be as miserable as she was, Ginny pointed to the left of the evil plants and said, “Why don’t you join me? Unless you’re afraid of the giant squid.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Honestly. You believe me to fall for that one? But it is rather hot out.” She took a few steps forward then swiftly turned away from where Ginny had pointed for her to go. Ginny’s face was priceless. It was obvious that she didn’t expect Pansy to go in the lake. “You’re not nude in there, are you?”
“If I am would you come in?” Ginny said boldly, raising a red eyebrow and crossing her fingers behind her back. Please let her go through the burn hazel, she thought heartily.
A flush climbed onto Pansy’s face. She tucked a piece of black hair behind her ear and bit her cheek. “Fine. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I skinny-dip.” With a flourish she slipped her cloak off and started on her clothes. It was Ginny’s turn to flush.
And then Pansy stood there, nude from head to foot. Ginny couldn’t help but stare, really. She’d never seen another girl naked before. Pansy’s skin was tan, paler at her breasts and waist. Ginny stared at Pansy’s breasts, watching as the nipples hardened into nubs. She didn’t realize Pansy was moving forward until she let out a blood curdling scream and clutched at her foot.
“I’ve been bit!” she yelled, jumping around. Ginny was distracted by the sight of her breasts moving up and down. They looked so perky.
The water splashed into Ginny’s face, making her aware of what was going on. She shook her head, informing Pansy “That was burn hazel. Some plant that apparently makes your skin burn.”
“And you didn’t warn me!” Her foot connected with Ginny’s hip.
Ginny narrowed her eyes and grabbed Pansy’s leg, smoothing her thumb over the ankle before shoving her away. “Why would I do that? Misery loves company and all.”
“So you got it too?” Pansy huffed and crossed her arms. “How long does it take to go away?”
Ginny shrugged. “I’m leaving.” There was no way she could stay any longer in the lake with a nude Pansy. She stood and gasped from the pain. It felt like she was on fire. Letting out a scream, she sunk back into the water.
Pansy threw her head back and sighed heavily. “We’re fucked.”
“Yes,” Ginny agreed, sucking on her bottom lip and trying not to look at the swell of Pansy’s breasts floating in the water.
Ten minutes later Ginny couldn’t hold it in any longer. Pansy was mere inches away and every now and then she shifted angrily, parts of her body brushing against Ginny. Without thinking about what she was doing, Ginny launched herself across the water and on Pansy. Her lips missed, skimming past Pansy’s lips and landing on her cheek.
“What the fu--” Pansy got out before Ginny’s hands were smoothing over her stomach and daring to go lower. Then their lips connected and Pansy ceased trying to stop Ginny’s hand. Their tongues fought in the air between their mouths, each seeking dominance.
Ginny tangled her fingers into the sparse hair at Pansy’s pelvic, tugging every so lightly. A lone finger trailed lower, slipping under the hair. It was that which made Pansy bite on Ginny’s tongue and pull her closer. None of the blokes she had been with were this spontaneous, this wild. Ginny just came in without permission, unlike those blokes she’d had who made sure she wanted it before doing anything.
Suddenly Ginny pulled back, staring in panic over Pansy’s shoulder. Two small dots were making their way down the grounds. It had to be Neville and Madam Pomfrey because the one was all white.
“Bugger!” Pansy announced, staring at her clothes beyond the burn hazel. “Get me my clothes, Weasley. I can’t be found in the nude.”
Ginny stared at her in amazement. “No way. You have got to be kidding me. If you want your clothes so bad go get it. Or accio it.”
“My wand is with my clothes, you dolt!”
Ginny pretended she didn’t have hers. There was no way she would help Pansy out after she insulted her.
“Fine,” Pansy huffed, gliding through the water to Ginny. She wedged her hands under Ginny’s skirt. “Then I want you in the same arrangement.” Before Ginny knew it she found her nude body pressed against an equally naked one.
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Romance/General
Length: 1055, oneshot
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Summary: At first Ginny’s skin burns and then she burns for Pansy.
Note: Written for hpfanfic10x10 ‘burn’ and hp_ficathon 5.'Did you know' 2.'Fucked' and 12.'Permission.' So, I don’t know if there is burn hazel over there but hey, it’s magic. ;)
“Actually, I think I rather liked Lockhart as Defense teacher over Snape. Even though he was the most stuck-up person I’ve ever met,” Ginny said. She was walking around the lake with Neville.
“But I thought you liked him back then,” Neville said.
Ginny scoffed. “No! Okay, so maybe a little bit, but he had such long wavy hair. It was absolutely gorgeous. I like guys with long ha -- Ahh!” The next second she was on the ground in a patch of leaves.
“Are you okay?” Neville asked frantically, alarmed the high pitched screams issuing from her. He went to run forward and grab her but stopped just short of the leaves, realization dawning. “Did you know these are burn hazel?” Neville mused. “I saw them in a Herbology book before.”
“That’s brilliant, Neville!” Ginny snapped, rubbing at her arms then screaming louder. Tears were rolling down her face. “Make it stop, please. It bloody burns!”
Neville jiggled his leg, trying to remember something, anything from the book but only the image of it came to mind. “I don’t remember anything. Should I get Madam Pomfrey?”
“Fuck yes!” Neville raced off, stumbled over the uneven earth. That’s when Ginny realized she was right next to the lake’s edge. The water was looking perfect for her burning skin. Without a second thought she rushed in, crouching down so she was covered up to her neck. The burning stopped almost immediately. She sighed and ducked her head under the cold water.
“My God, are you crying, Weasley?” Pansy asked, staring in horror at the girl in the water. Then she smirked. “Did you finally realize Potter doesn’t want a fan?” She couldn’t hold back her laughter at the sight of Ginny’s drenched sneer.
Not wanting to deal with Pansy Parkinson’s jeers and wanting her to be as miserable as she was, Ginny pointed to the left of the evil plants and said, “Why don’t you join me? Unless you’re afraid of the giant squid.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Honestly. You believe me to fall for that one? But it is rather hot out.” She took a few steps forward then swiftly turned away from where Ginny had pointed for her to go. Ginny’s face was priceless. It was obvious that she didn’t expect Pansy to go in the lake. “You’re not nude in there, are you?”
“If I am would you come in?” Ginny said boldly, raising a red eyebrow and crossing her fingers behind her back. Please let her go through the burn hazel, she thought heartily.
A flush climbed onto Pansy’s face. She tucked a piece of black hair behind her ear and bit her cheek. “Fine. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I skinny-dip.” With a flourish she slipped her cloak off and started on her clothes. It was Ginny’s turn to flush.
And then Pansy stood there, nude from head to foot. Ginny couldn’t help but stare, really. She’d never seen another girl naked before. Pansy’s skin was tan, paler at her breasts and waist. Ginny stared at Pansy’s breasts, watching as the nipples hardened into nubs. She didn’t realize Pansy was moving forward until she let out a blood curdling scream and clutched at her foot.
“I’ve been bit!” she yelled, jumping around. Ginny was distracted by the sight of her breasts moving up and down. They looked so perky.
The water splashed into Ginny’s face, making her aware of what was going on. She shook her head, informing Pansy “That was burn hazel. Some plant that apparently makes your skin burn.”
“And you didn’t warn me!” Her foot connected with Ginny’s hip.
Ginny narrowed her eyes and grabbed Pansy’s leg, smoothing her thumb over the ankle before shoving her away. “Why would I do that? Misery loves company and all.”
“So you got it too?” Pansy huffed and crossed her arms. “How long does it take to go away?”
Ginny shrugged. “I’m leaving.” There was no way she could stay any longer in the lake with a nude Pansy. She stood and gasped from the pain. It felt like she was on fire. Letting out a scream, she sunk back into the water.
Pansy threw her head back and sighed heavily. “We’re fucked.”
“Yes,” Ginny agreed, sucking on her bottom lip and trying not to look at the swell of Pansy’s breasts floating in the water.
Ten minutes later Ginny couldn’t hold it in any longer. Pansy was mere inches away and every now and then she shifted angrily, parts of her body brushing against Ginny. Without thinking about what she was doing, Ginny launched herself across the water and on Pansy. Her lips missed, skimming past Pansy’s lips and landing on her cheek.
“What the fu--” Pansy got out before Ginny’s hands were smoothing over her stomach and daring to go lower. Then their lips connected and Pansy ceased trying to stop Ginny’s hand. Their tongues fought in the air between their mouths, each seeking dominance.
Ginny tangled her fingers into the sparse hair at Pansy’s pelvic, tugging every so lightly. A lone finger trailed lower, slipping under the hair. It was that which made Pansy bite on Ginny’s tongue and pull her closer. None of the blokes she had been with were this spontaneous, this wild. Ginny just came in without permission, unlike those blokes she’d had who made sure she wanted it before doing anything.
Suddenly Ginny pulled back, staring in panic over Pansy’s shoulder. Two small dots were making their way down the grounds. It had to be Neville and Madam Pomfrey because the one was all white.
“Bugger!” Pansy announced, staring at her clothes beyond the burn hazel. “Get me my clothes, Weasley. I can’t be found in the nude.”
Ginny stared at her in amazement. “No way. You have got to be kidding me. If you want your clothes so bad go get it. Or accio it.”
“My wand is with my clothes, you dolt!”
Ginny pretended she didn’t have hers. There was no way she would help Pansy out after she insulted her.
“Fine,” Pansy huffed, gliding through the water to Ginny. She wedged her hands under Ginny’s skirt. “Then I want you in the same arrangement.” Before Ginny knew it she found her nude body pressed against an equally naked one.