Ficpost as I run to class
Title: Rounds
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2340
Summary: Things that are good: Pansy as Sixth-Year Prefect. Things that are bad better bad better Sod it. Better than entirely bad: Rounds with Granger. (Pansy/Hermione)
Author Notes: Written for tbranch, 'cos his shelves tried to help him commit suicide, and nothing says 'get well' like girls kissing. ETA: And! As a special, multimedia feature, gojira65 has since created some wicked fanart (NWS) for it.
Author's Website: my fics and drabbles are archived in my lj memories :)
Of all the fucking ridiculous ways to spend a Friday night, roaming the halls of the great, drafty castle with a Mudblood in tow and no end in sight was high on Pansy's list. In a perfect world, it would be first, but there was that incident with mucking the hippogriff corral that she did not want to talk about. Or think about. Or ever think that it might have actually been anything more than a bad dream.
Ever.
Regardless. Granger looked just as put out as she, and Pansy curled her lip in disgust, wondering why exactly the sadistic Head Boy and Girl had decided they needed to patrol together. Fuck Interhouse Unity, anyway. Fuck it right up the arse. No one wanted to 'unite' with Slytherin, anyway, and anyone who said differently was doing just that - saying. Hypocrites.
Granger stepped up, nose tilted into the air as if she had something to be snotty about. "Parkinson. Let's get this over with."
Pansy rolled her eyes and pulled her robes tighter around her deceptively petite frame, somehow still managing to look taller than Granger. "Let's."
Their first circuit took them past the Great Hall and down several dimly lit corridors past empty classrooms; up and down the second and third floor corridors. Once, Pansy opened her mouth to speak, forgetting who she was with, her jaw clicking shut as she turned and found that yes, it was still Granger. After that, she watched surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye, finding that Granger did the exact same thing as they passed the Library, and again as they neared Hufflepuff.
Pansy despised the quiet. She missed walking rounds with Draco. At least he would tell her amusing stories and offer candy. Stories like the great house elf hunt his father staged for April Fool's Day; and candy of her favorite kind, usually the little strawberry kind with-- what?
Obviously, she'd missed something, as Granger had stopped in her tracks and was looking expectant, her hand held out. Pansy cocked her head, not even noticing that the word 'sorry' was being wasted entirely on her. "I'm sorry, what?"
Granger rolled her eyes, her offering hand more insistent. "I said, would you like a sweet? Or do you people not believe in candy?"
Making to turn her nose up, Pansy eyed the candy with disdain, "As if I'd- oooh!" In an instant, her face lit up and Granger stood back a little in shock.
In Granger's grubby hand were a roll of Strawberry Dream Cremes. Beginning to look unbearably smug, Granger actually smiled, though Pansy was sure it was either condescension or constipation, but either way, not to be responded to in kind. Schooling her expression back into place, Pansy lifted her chin. "How do I know they're not poisioned or hexed?"
Granger insisted on rolling her eyes again and Pansy was certain that eventually they'd fall out. Failing that, the unattractive furrow in her brow would be the first thing to wrinkle permanently, and Pansy had to content herself with that thought as Granger spoke.
"Oh honestly. How daft would it be to try and poison you while we're on rounds? Everyone knows we're together!" Backpedalling quickly, Granger added, "On rounds, that is. That we're together on rounds."
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "Salazar knows you Gryffindors are stupid enough to try anything". Still, she reached tentatively and took a candy, suppressing a shiver of happiness as she popped it in her mouth, a little thought bubble appearing over her head holding an image of more candy for a split-second before popping with a soft, strawberry-scented 'splot'. Damn. Pansy had forgotten about that in her excitement over the candy.
Granger snorted a laugh. "You were daydreaming about these?"
Belligerent, Pansy spat, "Yeah, alright. I like them. Love them, even. Go on then. You next."
At that, Granger blanched. "I'm not much for candy. Rots teeth, you know."
Pansy took a threatening step forward. "No. I don't. I brush my teeth. Go on."
Sighing heavily, Granger took one and flinched as the thought bubble appeared, holding a pile of thick books, causing Pansy to point and laugh, highly amused. "Books, Granger? That's just sad."
Granger narrowed her eyes. "There is nothing sad about craving knowledge rather than prowling the castle with you when there's obviously nothing going on."
Her hand a blur as she snatched the candy from Granger's hand, Pansy smirked. "Alright then, let's just keep walking. You face forward, I'll face forward and we'll eat the candy in complete bloody silence and be done with it."
Pansy could feel Granger's eyes on her back as she turned on her heel and started again, relieved as she heard the muted thump of Granger's thick-soled mary janes (in a style at least two years out of date, she noted); after all, moving forward meant more of the lovely candy. As she felt Granger nearing her elbow, she popped another and offered Granger the roll, trying not to peek sideways at Granger's thought as her own bubble splotted above her.
She tried anyway. But she couldn't help it. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye showed Granger doing the same, and Pansy turned her head back quickly, even as she caught sight of Granger's insufferable smirk. Fighting a smile of her own, she and Granger each took another sweet, all the while trying to peek at the other's daydream while pretending not to. At the fourth, she could hear a giggle under Granger's breath even as a wry grin played on her own lips.
Alarmed (and not just by the fact that she was actually amused in Granger's company), Pansy thought she caught sight of the edges of the last daydream, and it certainly did not appear to be any daydream that Granger was entitled to have. Granger took her next sweet laughing under her breath. Just as the candy passed Granger's lips, Pansy turned to face her completely, but the bitch spit it right out onto her hand.
Pansy frowned. "Eat it. I want to see."
Defiant, Granger wrinkled her nose. "You don't get to give me orders, Parkinson. Keep walking."
Unused to being disobeyed, Pansy almost stomped her foot. Almost. "Eat it... and I'll show you mine."
Though she looked vaguely intrigued, Granger obviously decided to be the cow that she usually was. "No. I don't care to see it." With that, she took a step forward, nose in the air.
It was Pansy's turn to narrow her eyes, and with one quick step and a well-placed shove, Granger's side was smashed against the wall, even as she squawked in surprise and made to shove Pansy away.
"What the bl--"
Granger's sentence was cut short as Pansy shoved the candy far into her open mouth and stepped back, looking pleased as Granger gagged and swallowed. Taking another step back, Pansy watched the pink thought bubble for the short moment it was in existence, struck dumb by the contents thereof. "Wow. And I thought I had some twisted f--"
What f-word of Pansy's was twisted ended in yet another indignant squawk as Granger took a turn at shoving, Pansy's back hitting the opposite wall. Eyes glittering, almost predatory, Granger cocked her eyebrow at the Slytherin, her eyes on Pansy's mouth. "I know you do."
There were very few ways in which this situation could have been more wrong, inappropriate and repulsive, and Pansy was shocked and outraged. And truth be told, more than a little turned on. She did her best to pout imperiously, but realized as Granger shifted closer that she was actually pouting attractively, and cursed her own stupidity even as she made no move to correct the error.
The bow of Granger's mouth was just perfect, not to mention the fact that the hands holding her arms in place were pleasantly forceful, no doubt a result of spending far too much time with peasant Muggles and boys. Regardless of unpleasant particulars, this was probably a better way to spend time than fighting over candy and patrolling for nonexistent danger.
Deliberately running her tongue over her bottom lip, Pansy almost smiled, tone as toxic as ever though a little darker; a little smoother. "What do you know about my daydreams?"
Granger leaned in further, one hand drifting to Pansy's waist, her insufferable smirk suddenly far more sufferable. "Who do you think told me about the candy?"
Wide-eyed, Pansy pulled her shoulders away from the wall only to be shoved back against it again. "He wouldn't! He's my best friend! He'd never tell the likes of you anything of the sort!"
Laughing low, Granger spoke again and Pansy could smell the strawberry lingering on her lips and tongue. "Likely why I received an anonymous note about it and why the Head Boy looked so terrified when he gave me the assignment. But thanks for the information."
In retrospect, the eternally demure Head Girl had looked a little peaked at the time she had received her own assignment; Pansy had thought it might have something to do with the substandard lighting in the Library at the time. The point however was that she was going to have to take this up with young Master Malfoy... as soon as her breathing slowed and she could see straight again, something that had become increasingly difficult as Granger's hand crept up her ribcage.
So fine. It was one thing to have inappropriate daydreams about Mudblood knowitalls, another truly, to lower oneself to carrying them out... still... if Draco had set this up, really how low could it be? And who'd believe it anyway? And how would she have time to protest, given they were close enough now that Pansy's lips brushed Granger's excrutiatingly as she spoke. "Tell anyone and you die."
Laughing again - what the hell was so funny anyway? - Granger's fingers drifted over Pansy's peaked nipple; several times in fact as she made to loosen her tie. Pansy's soft hiss was swallowed entirely as their mouths crashed together in a rough kiss, all harsh growling and soft lips and warm, slick tongues. A kiss that lasted long enough to allow for several buttons to be undone and Granger's robe to be shoved half off of her shoulders. Pansy's lungs strained for air that simply wouldn't come fast enough as she finally thought to unclasp Granger's robe as they broke apart just barely.
A she undid the last remaining buttons of Pansy's shirt, Granger growled breathless, directly into Pansy's ear, "Nothing to tell".
Pansy's eyes rolled shut with a gasp as a combination of the tone of Granger's voice and her cool fingers making contact with Pansy's warm, bare skin relieved her of further thoughts to bloodlines or the color of her tie.
There wasn't anything left to say to that. Not even a snotty remark about the stray wisps of curly hair in Pansy's mouth as Granger worked a trail of open-mouthed kisses from Pansy's ear down the column of her throat, now helpfully arched directly into Granger's wicked mouth.
Pansy did have a snotty question regarding where the bossy bookworm learned to use that mouth so very wickedly, but decided to hold onto it until later. Much later. Especially now that Granger's perfect, even teeth were nipping at Pansy's pale skin softly, leaving transient red marks in their wake and making Pansy's toes curl as Granger finally traced her collarbone with tongue and dipped her head to close her lips around Pansy's nipple.
On second thought, it didn't matter where, when, how, or why any more. Pansy's fingers slipped along Granger's shoulder to the nape of her neck, pulling the clip out of her hair and letting it tumble negligently from of her hand. Her head lolled onto her shoulder as Granger's hand found its way downward, running the length of her thigh, rucking her skirt up further with every stroke. When Granger's fingers brushed the far-from-school-issued garters holding up her very proper white stockings, she moaned low in the back of her throat, and Pansy managed a gratified smirk. The smirk was cut off with an answering moan however as Granger's fingers flexed, taking hold of the nearest garter and snapping it gently against Pansy's skin.
The sudden clicking sounds of distant footsteps at the far end of the corridor accompanied by shrill laughter caused Granger to straighten immediately and peer into the gloom. Pansy whined, her head coming up faster than she intended. Distracted by the loss of sensation, she misjudged and banged her head against the hard stone with yet another soft whine.
Pansy's soft 'ow fuck' brought Granger's attention back to her, anxious expression melting into one of concern as she cradled Pansy's head with her hand. Granger used the other to pull Pansy's robe shut, she leaned in and kissed her again quickly before casting another worried glance down the corridor. "Let's go. We can pick up where we left off in the old Charms classroom."
Resisting Granger's tug on her hand as she began to move away, muttering an Accio for her robe, Pansy pouted again. "Don't tell me what to do."
Granger caught her robe and turned, arching an eyebrow in frustration, though her eyes shone pure amusement in the gloom. "Fine. Suggestions?"
Pansy pulled away from the wall, lifting her chin and walking forward, this time tugging Granger after her instead. "Let's go. We can pick up where we left off in the old Charms classroom."
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2340
Summary: Things that are good: Pansy as Sixth-Year Prefect. Things that are bad better bad better Sod it. Better than entirely bad: Rounds with Granger. (Pansy/Hermione)
Author Notes: Written for tbranch, 'cos his shelves tried to help him commit suicide, and nothing says 'get well' like girls kissing. ETA: And! As a special, multimedia feature, gojira65 has since created some wicked fanart (NWS) for it.
Author's Website: my fics and drabbles are archived in my lj memories :)
Of all the fucking ridiculous ways to spend a Friday night, roaming the halls of the great, drafty castle with a Mudblood in tow and no end in sight was high on Pansy's list. In a perfect world, it would be first, but there was that incident with mucking the hippogriff corral that she did not want to talk about. Or think about. Or ever think that it might have actually been anything more than a bad dream.
Ever.
Regardless. Granger looked just as put out as she, and Pansy curled her lip in disgust, wondering why exactly the sadistic Head Boy and Girl had decided they needed to patrol together. Fuck Interhouse Unity, anyway. Fuck it right up the arse. No one wanted to 'unite' with Slytherin, anyway, and anyone who said differently was doing just that - saying. Hypocrites.
Granger stepped up, nose tilted into the air as if she had something to be snotty about. "Parkinson. Let's get this over with."
Pansy rolled her eyes and pulled her robes tighter around her deceptively petite frame, somehow still managing to look taller than Granger. "Let's."
Their first circuit took them past the Great Hall and down several dimly lit corridors past empty classrooms; up and down the second and third floor corridors. Once, Pansy opened her mouth to speak, forgetting who she was with, her jaw clicking shut as she turned and found that yes, it was still Granger. After that, she watched surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye, finding that Granger did the exact same thing as they passed the Library, and again as they neared Hufflepuff.
Pansy despised the quiet. She missed walking rounds with Draco. At least he would tell her amusing stories and offer candy. Stories like the great house elf hunt his father staged for April Fool's Day; and candy of her favorite kind, usually the little strawberry kind with-- what?
Obviously, she'd missed something, as Granger had stopped in her tracks and was looking expectant, her hand held out. Pansy cocked her head, not even noticing that the word 'sorry' was being wasted entirely on her. "I'm sorry, what?"
Granger rolled her eyes, her offering hand more insistent. "I said, would you like a sweet? Or do you people not believe in candy?"
Making to turn her nose up, Pansy eyed the candy with disdain, "As if I'd- oooh!" In an instant, her face lit up and Granger stood back a little in shock.
In Granger's grubby hand were a roll of Strawberry Dream Cremes. Beginning to look unbearably smug, Granger actually smiled, though Pansy was sure it was either condescension or constipation, but either way, not to be responded to in kind. Schooling her expression back into place, Pansy lifted her chin. "How do I know they're not poisioned or hexed?"
Granger insisted on rolling her eyes again and Pansy was certain that eventually they'd fall out. Failing that, the unattractive furrow in her brow would be the first thing to wrinkle permanently, and Pansy had to content herself with that thought as Granger spoke.
"Oh honestly. How daft would it be to try and poison you while we're on rounds? Everyone knows we're together!" Backpedalling quickly, Granger added, "On rounds, that is. That we're together on rounds."
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "Salazar knows you Gryffindors are stupid enough to try anything". Still, she reached tentatively and took a candy, suppressing a shiver of happiness as she popped it in her mouth, a little thought bubble appearing over her head holding an image of more candy for a split-second before popping with a soft, strawberry-scented 'splot'. Damn. Pansy had forgotten about that in her excitement over the candy.
Granger snorted a laugh. "You were daydreaming about these?"
Belligerent, Pansy spat, "Yeah, alright. I like them. Love them, even. Go on then. You next."
At that, Granger blanched. "I'm not much for candy. Rots teeth, you know."
Pansy took a threatening step forward. "No. I don't. I brush my teeth. Go on."
Sighing heavily, Granger took one and flinched as the thought bubble appeared, holding a pile of thick books, causing Pansy to point and laugh, highly amused. "Books, Granger? That's just sad."
Granger narrowed her eyes. "There is nothing sad about craving knowledge rather than prowling the castle with you when there's obviously nothing going on."
Her hand a blur as she snatched the candy from Granger's hand, Pansy smirked. "Alright then, let's just keep walking. You face forward, I'll face forward and we'll eat the candy in complete bloody silence and be done with it."
Pansy could feel Granger's eyes on her back as she turned on her heel and started again, relieved as she heard the muted thump of Granger's thick-soled mary janes (in a style at least two years out of date, she noted); after all, moving forward meant more of the lovely candy. As she felt Granger nearing her elbow, she popped another and offered Granger the roll, trying not to peek sideways at Granger's thought as her own bubble splotted above her.
She tried anyway. But she couldn't help it. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye showed Granger doing the same, and Pansy turned her head back quickly, even as she caught sight of Granger's insufferable smirk. Fighting a smile of her own, she and Granger each took another sweet, all the while trying to peek at the other's daydream while pretending not to. At the fourth, she could hear a giggle under Granger's breath even as a wry grin played on her own lips.
Alarmed (and not just by the fact that she was actually amused in Granger's company), Pansy thought she caught sight of the edges of the last daydream, and it certainly did not appear to be any daydream that Granger was entitled to have. Granger took her next sweet laughing under her breath. Just as the candy passed Granger's lips, Pansy turned to face her completely, but the bitch spit it right out onto her hand.
Pansy frowned. "Eat it. I want to see."
Defiant, Granger wrinkled her nose. "You don't get to give me orders, Parkinson. Keep walking."
Unused to being disobeyed, Pansy almost stomped her foot. Almost. "Eat it... and I'll show you mine."
Though she looked vaguely intrigued, Granger obviously decided to be the cow that she usually was. "No. I don't care to see it." With that, she took a step forward, nose in the air.
It was Pansy's turn to narrow her eyes, and with one quick step and a well-placed shove, Granger's side was smashed against the wall, even as she squawked in surprise and made to shove Pansy away.
"What the bl--"
Granger's sentence was cut short as Pansy shoved the candy far into her open mouth and stepped back, looking pleased as Granger gagged and swallowed. Taking another step back, Pansy watched the pink thought bubble for the short moment it was in existence, struck dumb by the contents thereof. "Wow. And I thought I had some twisted f--"
What f-word of Pansy's was twisted ended in yet another indignant squawk as Granger took a turn at shoving, Pansy's back hitting the opposite wall. Eyes glittering, almost predatory, Granger cocked her eyebrow at the Slytherin, her eyes on Pansy's mouth. "I know you do."
There were very few ways in which this situation could have been more wrong, inappropriate and repulsive, and Pansy was shocked and outraged. And truth be told, more than a little turned on. She did her best to pout imperiously, but realized as Granger shifted closer that she was actually pouting attractively, and cursed her own stupidity even as she made no move to correct the error.
The bow of Granger's mouth was just perfect, not to mention the fact that the hands holding her arms in place were pleasantly forceful, no doubt a result of spending far too much time with peasant Muggles and boys. Regardless of unpleasant particulars, this was probably a better way to spend time than fighting over candy and patrolling for nonexistent danger.
Deliberately running her tongue over her bottom lip, Pansy almost smiled, tone as toxic as ever though a little darker; a little smoother. "What do you know about my daydreams?"
Granger leaned in further, one hand drifting to Pansy's waist, her insufferable smirk suddenly far more sufferable. "Who do you think told me about the candy?"
Wide-eyed, Pansy pulled her shoulders away from the wall only to be shoved back against it again. "He wouldn't! He's my best friend! He'd never tell the likes of you anything of the sort!"
Laughing low, Granger spoke again and Pansy could smell the strawberry lingering on her lips and tongue. "Likely why I received an anonymous note about it and why the Head Boy looked so terrified when he gave me the assignment. But thanks for the information."
In retrospect, the eternally demure Head Girl had looked a little peaked at the time she had received her own assignment; Pansy had thought it might have something to do with the substandard lighting in the Library at the time. The point however was that she was going to have to take this up with young Master Malfoy... as soon as her breathing slowed and she could see straight again, something that had become increasingly difficult as Granger's hand crept up her ribcage.
So fine. It was one thing to have inappropriate daydreams about Mudblood knowitalls, another truly, to lower oneself to carrying them out... still... if Draco had set this up, really how low could it be? And who'd believe it anyway? And how would she have time to protest, given they were close enough now that Pansy's lips brushed Granger's excrutiatingly as she spoke. "Tell anyone and you die."
Laughing again - what the hell was so funny anyway? - Granger's fingers drifted over Pansy's peaked nipple; several times in fact as she made to loosen her tie. Pansy's soft hiss was swallowed entirely as their mouths crashed together in a rough kiss, all harsh growling and soft lips and warm, slick tongues. A kiss that lasted long enough to allow for several buttons to be undone and Granger's robe to be shoved half off of her shoulders. Pansy's lungs strained for air that simply wouldn't come fast enough as she finally thought to unclasp Granger's robe as they broke apart just barely.
A she undid the last remaining buttons of Pansy's shirt, Granger growled breathless, directly into Pansy's ear, "Nothing to tell".
Pansy's eyes rolled shut with a gasp as a combination of the tone of Granger's voice and her cool fingers making contact with Pansy's warm, bare skin relieved her of further thoughts to bloodlines or the color of her tie.
There wasn't anything left to say to that. Not even a snotty remark about the stray wisps of curly hair in Pansy's mouth as Granger worked a trail of open-mouthed kisses from Pansy's ear down the column of her throat, now helpfully arched directly into Granger's wicked mouth.
Pansy did have a snotty question regarding where the bossy bookworm learned to use that mouth so very wickedly, but decided to hold onto it until later. Much later. Especially now that Granger's perfect, even teeth were nipping at Pansy's pale skin softly, leaving transient red marks in their wake and making Pansy's toes curl as Granger finally traced her collarbone with tongue and dipped her head to close her lips around Pansy's nipple.
On second thought, it didn't matter where, when, how, or why any more. Pansy's fingers slipped along Granger's shoulder to the nape of her neck, pulling the clip out of her hair and letting it tumble negligently from of her hand. Her head lolled onto her shoulder as Granger's hand found its way downward, running the length of her thigh, rucking her skirt up further with every stroke. When Granger's fingers brushed the far-from-school-issued garters holding up her very proper white stockings, she moaned low in the back of her throat, and Pansy managed a gratified smirk. The smirk was cut off with an answering moan however as Granger's fingers flexed, taking hold of the nearest garter and snapping it gently against Pansy's skin.
The sudden clicking sounds of distant footsteps at the far end of the corridor accompanied by shrill laughter caused Granger to straighten immediately and peer into the gloom. Pansy whined, her head coming up faster than she intended. Distracted by the loss of sensation, she misjudged and banged her head against the hard stone with yet another soft whine.
Pansy's soft 'ow fuck' brought Granger's attention back to her, anxious expression melting into one of concern as she cradled Pansy's head with her hand. Granger used the other to pull Pansy's robe shut, she leaned in and kissed her again quickly before casting another worried glance down the corridor. "Let's go. We can pick up where we left off in the old Charms classroom."
Resisting Granger's tug on her hand as she began to move away, muttering an Accio for her robe, Pansy pouted again. "Don't tell me what to do."
Granger caught her robe and turned, arching an eyebrow in frustration, though her eyes shone pure amusement in the gloom. "Fine. Suggestions?"
Pansy pulled away from the wall, lifting her chin and walking forward, this time tugging Granger after her instead. "Let's go. We can pick up where we left off in the old Charms classroom."