Twists and Turns: SF/PP [2/3]
Title: Twists and Turns
Author: Royalty25
Pairing: Seamus/Pansy
Prompt: #7 Dawn [11/50]
Word Count: 759
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seamus is being held captive by Pansy.
Disclaimer: These characters are never mine.
Warnings: language
Notes: I've decided to connect this story to All He Could Do as a way of explaining where Draco ended up.
Part One is here.
A week had passed by and Seamus hadn't heard anything from Pansy. There hadn't been any movement in the house. His hope diminished as the time went by. Time slowly dragged on making him even more anxious than usual. He felt his sanity slip away with every waking moment he had so he tried to not have to many of those.
"She's going to pay for this," he declared.
His mind wandered to his friends, especially Dean. Last time he had seen Dean he had been injured by a death eater. Luckily Ginny had intervened in time to save him from a sudden death. Seamus in turn watched her back as she helped Dean get to safety. He also thought about Neville and how much he fought against those death eaters.
He heard a door open and close. This snapped him back to his reality. A reality he hated more passionately as the days went by.
"I hate you more than before Finnigan. You know that right?"
"What are you babbling on about now Parkinson?"
"Your side took Draco away from us. I don't know how they managed it, but it happened," she sneered.
"Well, then I guess that's what you get for being a bitch."
Pansy approached him quickly and smacked him hard. Seamus' eyes narrowed. He glared at her viciously as she panted.
"I wouldn't test me right now. You don't want to see me angry."
"Actually I would. That would amuse me greatly, especially since you've starved me for the past week. I need a little entertainment. Maybe you'd like to dance for me or something."
"How dare you speak to me as though I were some sort of a whore?" she asked indignantly.
"If the shoe fits..."
Another slap to the face. By now Seamus was smiling. He knew how much he was affecting her. She was barely affecting him. Nothing could really bother him now. He was out of it because of the starvation she had made him endure.
"For that comment I'll let you starve for another week."
"If you think your words are going to affect me. You are sadly mistaken."
"I don't fucking appreciate your sass so I suggest you stop before I stab your eyes out with my wand."
"Promises. Promises."
Pansy took her wand out and held it dangerously close to Seamus' face. He snorted and gave her a defiant look. Pansy sat down on his lap once more and started to make jabs at his eyes. He flinched every time. He didn't flinch because he was afraid. He flinched because it was reflex to do so. She cackled and got off of him once she made her point.
"You aren't fearless Finnigan. There's no point in trying to act like it."
"What do you mean?"
At this comment she had to laugh. "I've seen what your mother's death has done to you," she replied.
"Don't talk about my mother Parkinson."
"What are you going to do if I don't stop? Annoy me to death?"
He struggled against his chain as he tried to reach for her so he could choke the life from her. This caused her to burst into a fit of laughter. The laughter stirred him up even more than usual. He hated the mockery she was unleashing upon him. He could imagine how ashamed his mother would be of him for being in this situation.
"You're just annoyed with the fact Draco left you and is probably never coming back."
Once more she was at his side. She didn't slap him like he had expected. Instead she was straddling him and looking deep into his eyes. A tinge of guilt coursed through him for a moment because of his harsh words, but he knew they were well deserved. He wrapped his hands around Pansy's neck. She didn't stop him. It was as though she were asking for it, but that couldn't be it. Just moment ago she was engaging in repartee with him and now she was tame. He release her without much thought.
"Good riddance. He's a blood-traitor any ways," she snarled, after being silent for so long. She started to get up from her position, but Seamus stopped her. He kissed her roughly before she could wonder why he had stopped her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and enjoyed the kiss. She needed the comfort.
As they parted they looked over at the window Seamus constantly stared at. They could barely notice the sun rising from the horizon. They could barely make out the shades of blue, yellow and orange that filled the sky. However, they knew dawn was here and they would have to endure another day together.
Author: Royalty25
Pairing: Seamus/Pansy
Prompt: #7 Dawn [11/50]
Word Count: 759
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seamus is being held captive by Pansy.
Disclaimer: These characters are never mine.
Warnings: language
Notes: I've decided to connect this story to All He Could Do as a way of explaining where Draco ended up.
Part One is here.
A week had passed by and Seamus hadn't heard anything from Pansy. There hadn't been any movement in the house. His hope diminished as the time went by. Time slowly dragged on making him even more anxious than usual. He felt his sanity slip away with every waking moment he had so he tried to not have to many of those.
"She's going to pay for this," he declared.
His mind wandered to his friends, especially Dean. Last time he had seen Dean he had been injured by a death eater. Luckily Ginny had intervened in time to save him from a sudden death. Seamus in turn watched her back as she helped Dean get to safety. He also thought about Neville and how much he fought against those death eaters.
He heard a door open and close. This snapped him back to his reality. A reality he hated more passionately as the days went by.
"I hate you more than before Finnigan. You know that right?"
"What are you babbling on about now Parkinson?"
"Your side took Draco away from us. I don't know how they managed it, but it happened," she sneered.
"Well, then I guess that's what you get for being a bitch."
Pansy approached him quickly and smacked him hard. Seamus' eyes narrowed. He glared at her viciously as she panted.
"I wouldn't test me right now. You don't want to see me angry."
"Actually I would. That would amuse me greatly, especially since you've starved me for the past week. I need a little entertainment. Maybe you'd like to dance for me or something."
"How dare you speak to me as though I were some sort of a whore?" she asked indignantly.
"If the shoe fits..."
Another slap to the face. By now Seamus was smiling. He knew how much he was affecting her. She was barely affecting him. Nothing could really bother him now. He was out of it because of the starvation she had made him endure.
"For that comment I'll let you starve for another week."
"If you think your words are going to affect me. You are sadly mistaken."
"I don't fucking appreciate your sass so I suggest you stop before I stab your eyes out with my wand."
"Promises. Promises."
Pansy took her wand out and held it dangerously close to Seamus' face. He snorted and gave her a defiant look. Pansy sat down on his lap once more and started to make jabs at his eyes. He flinched every time. He didn't flinch because he was afraid. He flinched because it was reflex to do so. She cackled and got off of him once she made her point.
"You aren't fearless Finnigan. There's no point in trying to act like it."
"What do you mean?"
At this comment she had to laugh. "I've seen what your mother's death has done to you," she replied.
"Don't talk about my mother Parkinson."
"What are you going to do if I don't stop? Annoy me to death?"
He struggled against his chain as he tried to reach for her so he could choke the life from her. This caused her to burst into a fit of laughter. The laughter stirred him up even more than usual. He hated the mockery she was unleashing upon him. He could imagine how ashamed his mother would be of him for being in this situation.
"You're just annoyed with the fact Draco left you and is probably never coming back."
Once more she was at his side. She didn't slap him like he had expected. Instead she was straddling him and looking deep into his eyes. A tinge of guilt coursed through him for a moment because of his harsh words, but he knew they were well deserved. He wrapped his hands around Pansy's neck. She didn't stop him. It was as though she were asking for it, but that couldn't be it. Just moment ago she was engaging in repartee with him and now she was tame. He release her without much thought.
"Good riddance. He's a blood-traitor any ways," she snarled, after being silent for so long. She started to get up from her position, but Seamus stopped her. He kissed her roughly before she could wonder why he had stopped her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and enjoyed the kiss. She needed the comfort.
As they parted they looked over at the window Seamus constantly stared at. They could barely notice the sun rising from the horizon. They could barely make out the shades of blue, yellow and orange that filled the sky. However, they knew dawn was here and they would have to endure another day together.