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Title: Her.
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt: (#45) Her
Summary: [for lions_serpents] I promised myself I wouldn't have her, but when she showed up at my door, I could never turn her away.
Notes: I was rereading my Half-Blood Prince book again, thanks to Iliana, and I found a particular passage that struck me as needing a fanfic to accompany it.
"A lot of boys like her," said Pansy, watching Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes for his reaction. "Even you think she's good-looking, don't you Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!"
"I wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," said Zabini coldly, and Pansy looked pleased.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
Pansy was at work again when it happened. Bless her heart, Pansy, working on a weekend. It was slightly drizzling out, but the sun was there, sort of hiding and shining from afar. I was home. Jacqueline was at her grandmother's house; Pansy's mother, of course, my mother is probably halfway to China or the Americas or somewhere like that.
She must've known I was defenseless. She must have waited for Jacqueline and Pansy to leave. She probably made them leave. I guess telling myself that made me feel better. It made me feel more surprised when I opened the door and she was standing there. She looked lost. She looked confused. I just wanted to hold her, but even that would be wrong. What I was doing was wrong. What I am is wrong.
I did it every time. I promised myself I wouldn't have her, but when she showed up at my door, I could never turn her away. It wasn't that she was doing anything to make me want to let her in. The point that she was standing there gave me the initial courtesy to invite her in. It just escalates from there. We never sit and talk. I always end up kissing her. She never stops it, never once walks away. And I can't control myself around her. It seems that maybe she is remaining calm, cool, and collected to just make me look like a fool. I will never understand her.
Everytime, it's the same. The only time she doesn't look lost or confused is when she looks like she's about to have an orgasm. The look that is always on her face when I take her hand and walk her to my room. When I kiss her and when I lay her back across the bed. She knows what to do afterwards. It's like she memorises the way we do this. Everytime, it's the same, but then it's not. When Pansy returns, I feel a bit of remorse. I feel bad that I had to cheat on her to get what I want. But I have to. There is no one like her.
Title: Her.
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt: (#45) Her
Summary: [for lions_serpents] I promised myself I wouldn't have her, but when she showed up at my door, I could never turn her away.
Notes: I was rereading my Half-Blood Prince book again, thanks to Iliana, and I found a particular passage that struck me as needing a fanfic to accompany it.
"A lot of boys like her," said Pansy, watching Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes for his reaction. "Even you think she's good-looking, don't you Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!"
"I wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," said Zabini coldly, and Pansy looked pleased.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
Pansy was at work again when it happened. Bless her heart, Pansy, working on a weekend. It was slightly drizzling out, but the sun was there, sort of hiding and shining from afar. I was home. Jacqueline was at her grandmother's house; Pansy's mother, of course, my mother is probably halfway to China or the Americas or somewhere like that.
She must've known I was defenseless. She must have waited for Jacqueline and Pansy to leave. She probably made them leave. I guess telling myself that made me feel better. It made me feel more surprised when I opened the door and she was standing there. She looked lost. She looked confused. I just wanted to hold her, but even that would be wrong. What I was doing was wrong. What I am is wrong.
I did it every time. I promised myself I wouldn't have her, but when she showed up at my door, I could never turn her away. It wasn't that she was doing anything to make me want to let her in. The point that she was standing there gave me the initial courtesy to invite her in. It just escalates from there. We never sit and talk. I always end up kissing her. She never stops it, never once walks away. And I can't control myself around her. It seems that maybe she is remaining calm, cool, and collected to just make me look like a fool. I will never understand her.
Everytime, it's the same. The only time she doesn't look lost or confused is when she looks like she's about to have an orgasm. The look that is always on her face when I take her hand and walk her to my room. When I kiss her and when I lay her back across the bed. She knows what to do afterwards. It's like she memorises the way we do this. Everytime, it's the same, but then it's not. When Pansy returns, I feel a bit of remorse. I feel bad that I had to cheat on her to get what I want. But I have to. There is no one like her.