Revenge By Any Other Name (Where One Deceives) - Harry/Pansy - 4/99
The Harry/Pansy Table
Series Title: Revenge by Any Other Name
Chapter Title: Where One Deceives (4/99)
Author: Tonya (_fullofgrace)
Characters: Pansy (Pansy/Blaise); Harry/Pansy
Prompt: #04 - Insides
Word Count: 917
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Deception is easy when people believe they can see inside you.
Pansy sat in the gazebo, the winter sun warming her, as she flipped through a text on dark magicks through the ages. It was an unusually warm day for late winter, the sort of day that leads into spring, and she had decided to take this turn in weather and use it to her advantage.
She loathed sitting in the manor during the day. She and Blaise shared the large home with Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass, who unfortunately liked to ramble on so incessantly than Pansy had pondered using a rather nasty silencing curse on the other woman. Out here she could at least escape the constant sounds of Greengrass’s attempts to pull her into idiotic conversations.
For a while, Pansy had even pondered taking classes at the local university to keep herself busy during the day, but those thoughts had quickly fallen away when the war had become an even more demanding matter. With Blaise constantly gone to meetings and off on jobs, it was her job to keep the house and all their other investments in order.
A glorified accountant, she had mumbled to herself a few times as she had kept tabs on their expenses spent and earned.
Pansy didn’t even blink as a pair of hands slid onto her shoulders, squeezing them firmly.
“How did I guess you’d be out here?”
She smirked, glancing up at Blaise to meet his gaze. “Perhaps because Greengrass still has her tongue in her mouth?”
Blaise returned the smirk before leaning down to kiss her, Pansy placing a hand on his smooth cheek as their lips met. When they parted, she opened her eyes and smiled slightly at him before turning her gaze casually back to her book, flipping to a different page.
“How was the meeting?” she asked.
Blaise continued to massage her shoulders as he studied the book in her lap. “Bloody irritating. Seems Potter’s ragtag group may start causing us issues yet again.”
Pansy blinked down at her book but kept the same air of casualness in her voice as she spoke. “What do you mean?”
“There’s talk that he may be seeking out some of our hideout locations where we keep prisoners and supplies. Nott and I are being sent out to investigate this coming weekend,” he grumbled, his pressure on Pansy’s shoulders increasing.
In response, Pansy cringed at the pain he was suddenly causing her. With a glare that could kill, she reached over and took firm hold of one of his wrists. “I am not a ball of dough, dear,” she snarled through clenched teeth.
Blaise blinked at her, not realizing he had been kneading her soft skin so hard. The glare on Pansy’s face did nothing but amuse him, and the shock faded into an amused smirk. He braced his hands on the back of her seat, leaning close and speaking quietly into her ear. “I thought you liked it rough, dear.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow at him before returning to her book. “Keep it up, Zabini, and I will show you real pain.”
Blaise chuckled, placing a kiss on her shoulder before standing upright again. “Promises, promises, Pans.”
“So, this weekend, huh?” Pansy asked as she flipped to another page in her book.
“There’s a good chance we know where they’re holding base. Nott and I are simply being sent to either confirm or debunk the claims,” he sighed. “Potter is such a bloody thorn in our side. Voldemort just needs to kill the git so we can all get on with our lives.”
“Not that easy and you know it, love,” Pansy replied with a small shrug. “Voldemort likes to go about things with a certain…finesse.”
Blaise chuckled darkly. “Finesse, my ass. This could be over and done with by now.”
Pansy shrugged again. “He’s waiting for that perfect moment.”
“Yes, well, while waiting for that perfect moment, we’re losing valuable ground here.”
Pansy glanced up at him. “Any news about that last horcrux?”
“No,” he stated simply.
“Nothing at all?” she asked, managing to keep her expression neutral.
Blaise shook his head, gently rubbing Pansy’s shoulders again. “Unfortunately not. It’s getting a bit ridiculous, really.” He paused, giving her shoulders a squeeze. “Come inside, Pansy.”
“Perhaps when I finish this last bit,” she replied as she ran a finger down the page she was currently on.
“Come inside, Pansy,” he stressed, leaning over and closing her book.
His actions were met with a scowl.
“I don’t care to be ordered around like your house-elf,” she said warningly.
He smiled in response, taking hold of her hand and pulling her arm up until she stood, her book clutched in her free hand. “I have better ways for you to keep yourself occupied than with dusty old books.”
“Well, you most certainly think highly of yourself,” she said with a hint of a smirk as he began to lead her away and back up the walk to the manor.
“You expect anything less?” he grinned.
Pansy rolled her eyes as he let go of her hand to slip his arm around her shoulders and bring her body against his as they walked. She closed her eyes as he whispered huskily into her ear about the things he planned to do to her once inside the doors of their home, but none of his words even registered in her.
In her mind, she was already thinking of the things she needed to warn Potter about in their next meeting.
Series Title: Revenge by Any Other Name
Chapter Title: Where One Deceives (4/99)
Author: Tonya (_fullofgrace)
Characters: Pansy (Pansy/Blaise); Harry/Pansy
Prompt: #04 - Insides
Word Count: 917
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Deception is easy when people believe they can see inside you.
Pansy sat in the gazebo, the winter sun warming her, as she flipped through a text on dark magicks through the ages. It was an unusually warm day for late winter, the sort of day that leads into spring, and she had decided to take this turn in weather and use it to her advantage.
She loathed sitting in the manor during the day. She and Blaise shared the large home with Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass, who unfortunately liked to ramble on so incessantly than Pansy had pondered using a rather nasty silencing curse on the other woman. Out here she could at least escape the constant sounds of Greengrass’s attempts to pull her into idiotic conversations.
For a while, Pansy had even pondered taking classes at the local university to keep herself busy during the day, but those thoughts had quickly fallen away when the war had become an even more demanding matter. With Blaise constantly gone to meetings and off on jobs, it was her job to keep the house and all their other investments in order.
A glorified accountant, she had mumbled to herself a few times as she had kept tabs on their expenses spent and earned.
Pansy didn’t even blink as a pair of hands slid onto her shoulders, squeezing them firmly.
“How did I guess you’d be out here?”
She smirked, glancing up at Blaise to meet his gaze. “Perhaps because Greengrass still has her tongue in her mouth?”
Blaise returned the smirk before leaning down to kiss her, Pansy placing a hand on his smooth cheek as their lips met. When they parted, she opened her eyes and smiled slightly at him before turning her gaze casually back to her book, flipping to a different page.
“How was the meeting?” she asked.
Blaise continued to massage her shoulders as he studied the book in her lap. “Bloody irritating. Seems Potter’s ragtag group may start causing us issues yet again.”
Pansy blinked down at her book but kept the same air of casualness in her voice as she spoke. “What do you mean?”
“There’s talk that he may be seeking out some of our hideout locations where we keep prisoners and supplies. Nott and I are being sent out to investigate this coming weekend,” he grumbled, his pressure on Pansy’s shoulders increasing.
In response, Pansy cringed at the pain he was suddenly causing her. With a glare that could kill, she reached over and took firm hold of one of his wrists. “I am not a ball of dough, dear,” she snarled through clenched teeth.
Blaise blinked at her, not realizing he had been kneading her soft skin so hard. The glare on Pansy’s face did nothing but amuse him, and the shock faded into an amused smirk. He braced his hands on the back of her seat, leaning close and speaking quietly into her ear. “I thought you liked it rough, dear.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow at him before returning to her book. “Keep it up, Zabini, and I will show you real pain.”
Blaise chuckled, placing a kiss on her shoulder before standing upright again. “Promises, promises, Pans.”
“So, this weekend, huh?” Pansy asked as she flipped to another page in her book.
“There’s a good chance we know where they’re holding base. Nott and I are simply being sent to either confirm or debunk the claims,” he sighed. “Potter is such a bloody thorn in our side. Voldemort just needs to kill the git so we can all get on with our lives.”
“Not that easy and you know it, love,” Pansy replied with a small shrug. “Voldemort likes to go about things with a certain…finesse.”
Blaise chuckled darkly. “Finesse, my ass. This could be over and done with by now.”
Pansy shrugged again. “He’s waiting for that perfect moment.”
“Yes, well, while waiting for that perfect moment, we’re losing valuable ground here.”
Pansy glanced up at him. “Any news about that last horcrux?”
“No,” he stated simply.
“Nothing at all?” she asked, managing to keep her expression neutral.
Blaise shook his head, gently rubbing Pansy’s shoulders again. “Unfortunately not. It’s getting a bit ridiculous, really.” He paused, giving her shoulders a squeeze. “Come inside, Pansy.”
“Perhaps when I finish this last bit,” she replied as she ran a finger down the page she was currently on.
“Come inside, Pansy,” he stressed, leaning over and closing her book.
His actions were met with a scowl.
“I don’t care to be ordered around like your house-elf,” she said warningly.
He smiled in response, taking hold of her hand and pulling her arm up until she stood, her book clutched in her free hand. “I have better ways for you to keep yourself occupied than with dusty old books.”
“Well, you most certainly think highly of yourself,” she said with a hint of a smirk as he began to lead her away and back up the walk to the manor.
“You expect anything less?” he grinned.
Pansy rolled her eyes as he let go of her hand to slip his arm around her shoulders and bring her body against his as they walked. She closed her eyes as he whispered huskily into her ear about the things he planned to do to her once inside the doors of their home, but none of his words even registered in her.
In her mind, she was already thinking of the things she needed to warn Potter about in their next meeting.