Finding The Way
Title: Finding The Way
Word count: ~200
Characters/pairings: Pansy/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pansy doesn’t need to be led into temptation: she can find the way herself. And Ginny Weasley doesn’t take much finding.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for sortinghatdrabs’ slash challenge ages ago; the prompt was temptation.
Pansy thought of herself as a bad girl. She didn’t need to be led into temptation: she could find the way herself.
And Ginny Weasley hadn’t taken much finding: she was right in the Unspeakables. Looking seriously down at secret documents through the fan of her long lashes, hexing enemies of the state with her clear voice rising above the din, shaking out her scarlet hair. And her breasts were stupendous.
But somehow when Pansy tried giving her the dark-eyed glance, or leaning seductively against an office wall, or suggesting in a low voice that they have dinner, her throat seized up and her muscles froze. Every single time.
Then Ginny turned to her on a Wednesday afternoon and said, “are you ever planning to hit on me?”
Say something! Pansy shouted internally. Say something or you will NEVER get into her bed!
“...”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. “I got bored of waiting for Harry, you know. But you’re fun, and hot. Let’s go for a few drinks tonight, and maybe afterwards we’ll go back to yours and see how limber our line of work really makes us. All right?”
Pansy nodded, and finally dredged up a seductive smile.
Word count: ~200
Characters/pairings: Pansy/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pansy doesn’t need to be led into temptation: she can find the way herself. And Ginny Weasley doesn’t take much finding.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for sortinghatdrabs’ slash challenge ages ago; the prompt was temptation.
Pansy thought of herself as a bad girl. She didn’t need to be led into temptation: she could find the way herself.
And Ginny Weasley hadn’t taken much finding: she was right in the Unspeakables. Looking seriously down at secret documents through the fan of her long lashes, hexing enemies of the state with her clear voice rising above the din, shaking out her scarlet hair. And her breasts were stupendous.
But somehow when Pansy tried giving her the dark-eyed glance, or leaning seductively against an office wall, or suggesting in a low voice that they have dinner, her throat seized up and her muscles froze. Every single time.
Then Ginny turned to her on a Wednesday afternoon and said, “are you ever planning to hit on me?”
Say something! Pansy shouted internally. Say something or you will NEVER get into her bed!
“...”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. “I got bored of waiting for Harry, you know. But you’re fun, and hot. Let’s go for a few drinks tonight, and maybe afterwards we’ll go back to yours and see how limber our line of work really makes us. All right?”
Pansy nodded, and finally dredged up a seductive smile.