Prompt 7
Author: confiteor_3
Title: Limits
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 7: ‘Limits’
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: At first it was the small things.
Pairing(s): Pansy/Ginny
Warning: Femmeslash
Length: 894
Note: Also written for my hpfanfic10x10 table ‘Limit’
Ginny had her limits, but Pansy always seemed to push them.
At first it was the small things. Ginny didn't lose control during Order meetings. She didn't yell, or look in suspicion at anyone. The Order was, after all, supposed to be a group of people that trust each other and work together. If they didn't trust each other it would all unravel from the seams.
But then Pansy came along out of nowhere and joined. Oh, she had some kind of excuse about not wanting that kind of lifestyle, seeing too much death, but Ginny knew better. There had to be something up the Slytherin's sleeve. She just didn't know what. But Merlin was she going to find out.
The first time she yelled in an Order meeting was when they told her Pansy would be rooming with her. She understood why, of course. There was no where else to go. The only other empty bedroom was Harry and Ron's, which they left empty for whenever the three friends came back from whatever it was they were doing. But, honestly, were they trying to kill Ginny?
When she voiced just that everyone looked at her as if she was a little girl. It was true, she was supposed to be entering her sixth year at Hogwarts if it hadn’t been shut down, but she was responsible, practical. She didn't have to be looked at like a little girl. Pansy spent the rest of that day smirking and gloating at her.
Ginny also didn't spend nights awake, listening for movements of other people. But after Pansy moved permanently into her room, she did. She would spent restless nights lying in her bed, straining her ears to hear the other girl, and when she became too tired she would sit up, take a trip to the bathroom, and spend the night sitting on her bed until she fell asleep. Pansy always laughed at her in the morning.
One night, a week after Pansy had moved in, Ginny got to bed a little late because she had been writing a letter to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Pansy was already in bed. When Ginny walked in and turned the light on she groaned and grabbed her clothes. She was heading to the door in search of a vacant loo to change when Pansy snorted humorously and turned around to face her.
Ginny did the only thing she could, keeping her challenging eyes on the other girl the whole time. She stripped down and changed before her, an embarrassed blush coating her cheeks. After that, both of them changed in the room, regardless if the other was already in it.
Now, Ginny wasn't lacking in the dating department. She had gone out with three boys, after all. And she'd kissed four. One thing she never even thought about was kissing a girl. But Pansy had.
Two weeks into her move there, she pushed Ginny against a wall and snogged her thoroughly. Afterwards, when Ginny gained her voice enough to ask what the bloody hell it was about, she just smiled ruefully and said she was curious. Ginny told her to keep her curiosities to herself. Then Ginny started thinking about kissing girls.
Things were different after the kiss. Ginny stopped staying awake at night and being suspicious. Well, that wasn't true. She was still suspicious, more so even. She just stopped showing it. The truth was she wanted to do it again. Maybe it was because she still wanted Harry but couldn't have him, and it made her desperate. She didn't know, but she wanted to do it again.
That was why, when Pansy mocked her idea of how to go about getting important information out of the Death Eaters that were captured, she flipped. She was calm during the rest of the meeting, more withdrawn sure, but calm. The only person who even knew anything was wrong with her was Pansy. Ginny was sure she knew because never once did that smug look leave her face.
Once the meeting was over, Pansy swept past her into their room. Ginny followed. Before she knew what she was doing, Ginny had pinned Pansy to her bed and was snogging the living daylights out of her. Pansy's lips were soft but her fingernails were sharp, and she seemed to like raking them over Ginny's skin.
But Pansy wasn't satisfied with snogging. No, she wanted to go further. But Ginny had her limits. She was a nice, innocent-like girl. She was in love with Harry. She couldn't just go and have sex with Pansy, besides that fact that she had no idea how it worked. When Pansy listened, unwillingly, to her protests, she simply said something about the sky being the limits, and then proceeded to ravish her.
After that night, many things changed. By day they were the same as always. They would send angry looks at each other, bicker during the Order meetings, and otherwise ignore each other. But by night they slept in the same bed and kissed with roaming hands trailing over every inch of skin.
They never once talked about what it meant, but that was fine. Ginny figured it would go away with the passing of the war. She wasn't sure, though, because lately, when Pansy touched her, a strange sense of peace would fall over her body.
Title: Limits
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 7: ‘Limits’
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: At first it was the small things.
Pairing(s): Pansy/Ginny
Warning: Femmeslash
Length: 894
Note: Also written for my hpfanfic10x10 table ‘Limit’
Ginny had her limits, but Pansy always seemed to push them.
At first it was the small things. Ginny didn't lose control during Order meetings. She didn't yell, or look in suspicion at anyone. The Order was, after all, supposed to be a group of people that trust each other and work together. If they didn't trust each other it would all unravel from the seams.
But then Pansy came along out of nowhere and joined. Oh, she had some kind of excuse about not wanting that kind of lifestyle, seeing too much death, but Ginny knew better. There had to be something up the Slytherin's sleeve. She just didn't know what. But Merlin was she going to find out.
The first time she yelled in an Order meeting was when they told her Pansy would be rooming with her. She understood why, of course. There was no where else to go. The only other empty bedroom was Harry and Ron's, which they left empty for whenever the three friends came back from whatever it was they were doing. But, honestly, were they trying to kill Ginny?
When she voiced just that everyone looked at her as if she was a little girl. It was true, she was supposed to be entering her sixth year at Hogwarts if it hadn’t been shut down, but she was responsible, practical. She didn't have to be looked at like a little girl. Pansy spent the rest of that day smirking and gloating at her.
Ginny also didn't spend nights awake, listening for movements of other people. But after Pansy moved permanently into her room, she did. She would spent restless nights lying in her bed, straining her ears to hear the other girl, and when she became too tired she would sit up, take a trip to the bathroom, and spend the night sitting on her bed until she fell asleep. Pansy always laughed at her in the morning.
One night, a week after Pansy had moved in, Ginny got to bed a little late because she had been writing a letter to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Pansy was already in bed. When Ginny walked in and turned the light on she groaned and grabbed her clothes. She was heading to the door in search of a vacant loo to change when Pansy snorted humorously and turned around to face her.
Ginny did the only thing she could, keeping her challenging eyes on the other girl the whole time. She stripped down and changed before her, an embarrassed blush coating her cheeks. After that, both of them changed in the room, regardless if the other was already in it.
Now, Ginny wasn't lacking in the dating department. She had gone out with three boys, after all. And she'd kissed four. One thing she never even thought about was kissing a girl. But Pansy had.
Two weeks into her move there, she pushed Ginny against a wall and snogged her thoroughly. Afterwards, when Ginny gained her voice enough to ask what the bloody hell it was about, she just smiled ruefully and said she was curious. Ginny told her to keep her curiosities to herself. Then Ginny started thinking about kissing girls.
Things were different after the kiss. Ginny stopped staying awake at night and being suspicious. Well, that wasn't true. She was still suspicious, more so even. She just stopped showing it. The truth was she wanted to do it again. Maybe it was because she still wanted Harry but couldn't have him, and it made her desperate. She didn't know, but she wanted to do it again.
That was why, when Pansy mocked her idea of how to go about getting important information out of the Death Eaters that were captured, she flipped. She was calm during the rest of the meeting, more withdrawn sure, but calm. The only person who even knew anything was wrong with her was Pansy. Ginny was sure she knew because never once did that smug look leave her face.
Once the meeting was over, Pansy swept past her into their room. Ginny followed. Before she knew what she was doing, Ginny had pinned Pansy to her bed and was snogging the living daylights out of her. Pansy's lips were soft but her fingernails were sharp, and she seemed to like raking them over Ginny's skin.
But Pansy wasn't satisfied with snogging. No, she wanted to go further. But Ginny had her limits. She was a nice, innocent-like girl. She was in love with Harry. She couldn't just go and have sex with Pansy, besides that fact that she had no idea how it worked. When Pansy listened, unwillingly, to her protests, she simply said something about the sky being the limits, and then proceeded to ravish her.
After that night, many things changed. By day they were the same as always. They would send angry looks at each other, bicker during the Order meetings, and otherwise ignore each other. But by night they slept in the same bed and kissed with roaming hands trailing over every inch of skin.
They never once talked about what it meant, but that was fine. Ginny figured it would go away with the passing of the war. She wasn't sure, though, because lately, when Pansy touched her, a strange sense of peace would fall over her body.