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Hello!
I am so glad that I've found this community. Harry/Pansy is my favorite pairing to write...it's so addicting.
I have a chaptered Harry/Pansy fic, but let me warn you right now that it's a WIP and I'm *very* slow at updating it. If you're still interested though, it's called Too Far Away and you can find it here.
In addition, I have a cookie for you...
Fic title: A Dizzy Mess
Genre: Romance
Author's name: jazzyjello
Length: 333 words
Rated: PG-13
Notes: Just a little snog. Might be in a later chapter of my fic, so I really shouldn't be posting it anywhere. ^_^
Harry Potter was kissing her.
Pansy wasn’t quite positive that this was real. All she knew was that she was burning up everywhere that he touched her.
Harry’s kiss was open-mouthed and urgent; rough, yet gentle at the same time. Pansy’s hands were on his scrawny chest and she could feel his heart beating as rapidly as hers was.
She was shaking from the electric sensations she was feeling. Yes, this was real, alright; she had never felt more alive.
His hand moved to the small of her back, holding her steady as he pulled her even closer.
Ohh...
Her tongue flicked into his mouth, desperately needing to taste him.
He tasted like lemon drops. She moaned helplessly. Lemon drops were her favourite.
She had wanted this for years and she hated him because of it. She kissed him fiercely, drinking him in, their noses bumping, their teeth clashing. The rational side of her brain had stopped working.
Hair. Must feel his hair...
One of her hands slid into his unruly black hair. It felt soft and messy and...
She found that she was weak. Her knees were shaky, as though they were going to give in any second. What was wrong with her? A simple snog had never affected her like this before. She couldn’t even stand up properly.
Her hands slid to the back of his neck as her knees buckled beneath her. She opened her eyes to find his green ones centimeters away, looking into hers behind those horrid glasses.
“Oh God,” she whispered against his lips, gasping for air. She was supposed to be the one in control. She was a dizzy mess instead.
His breathing was raged. His eyes never left hers as he directed her to the wall. She shivered; it felt cold against her hot skin.
Harry paused and smiled down at her, rather shyly, his face flushed. What a bloody Gryffindor, Pansy thought fondly, as she leaned up to claim those lips again.
Fin.
I am so glad that I've found this community. Harry/Pansy is my favorite pairing to write...it's so addicting.
I have a chaptered Harry/Pansy fic, but let me warn you right now that it's a WIP and I'm *very* slow at updating it. If you're still interested though, it's called Too Far Away and you can find it here.
In addition, I have a cookie for you...
Fic title: A Dizzy Mess
Genre: Romance
Author's name: jazzyjello
Length: 333 words
Rated: PG-13
Notes: Just a little snog. Might be in a later chapter of my fic, so I really shouldn't be posting it anywhere. ^_^
Harry Potter was kissing her.
Pansy wasn’t quite positive that this was real. All she knew was that she was burning up everywhere that he touched her.
Harry’s kiss was open-mouthed and urgent; rough, yet gentle at the same time. Pansy’s hands were on his scrawny chest and she could feel his heart beating as rapidly as hers was.
She was shaking from the electric sensations she was feeling. Yes, this was real, alright; she had never felt more alive.
His hand moved to the small of her back, holding her steady as he pulled her even closer.
Ohh...
Her tongue flicked into his mouth, desperately needing to taste him.
He tasted like lemon drops. She moaned helplessly. Lemon drops were her favourite.
She had wanted this for years and she hated him because of it. She kissed him fiercely, drinking him in, their noses bumping, their teeth clashing. The rational side of her brain had stopped working.
Hair. Must feel his hair...
One of her hands slid into his unruly black hair. It felt soft and messy and...
She found that she was weak. Her knees were shaky, as though they were going to give in any second. What was wrong with her? A simple snog had never affected her like this before. She couldn’t even stand up properly.
Her hands slid to the back of his neck as her knees buckled beneath her. She opened her eyes to find his green ones centimeters away, looking into hers behind those horrid glasses.
“Oh God,” she whispered against his lips, gasping for air. She was supposed to be the one in control. She was a dizzy mess instead.
His breathing was raged. His eyes never left hers as he directed her to the wall. She shivered; it felt cold against her hot skin.
Harry paused and smiled down at her, rather shyly, his face flushed. What a bloody Gryffindor, Pansy thought fondly, as she leaned up to claim those lips again.
Fin.