Taking Care

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Taking Care

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, Slash, Femmeslash, Major Fluff, (Take your insulin, people. Seriously.) Bad Poetry

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 18-“A good heart these days is hard to find”; Harry/Ron; Poetry; femmeslash.

Notes: 365 words of sappy fluff with bad poetry thrown in for good measure. This is where my head went with this week’s prompts. Sequel to The Benefits of Voyeurism. Only my second time writing a femmeslash pair, so forgive me if isn’t that great. No beta, so feel free to point out errors. See Part 3: Missing and Reminiscing

Summary: Pansy and Millie spend the night together.

Taking Care

“I told you I’d take care of you, Millie.”

“Pansy, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. You know just how to make me feel good.”

“No one knows the female body like another woman, love. I wanted to carry you away on waves of pleasure so strong that you’d never look elsewhere.”

“I think you shot me up to the moon.”

“That’s so sweet, Millie.”

“We should get some sleep, Pansy.”

“Stay with me tonight? I wouldn’t want you having nightmares about Crabbe.”

“Crabbe who?”

“Good answer.”

Pansy was startled awake by a gasp.

“What’s the matter, Millie?”

“Strange dream. Weasley and Potter were together and sharing a flat. They had a crup named Kermit.”

“There’s no Seer blood in your lineage, is there?”

“No, not the least bit.”

“Thank Merlin!”

“Why do you say that?”

“Draco Malfoy’s very possessive of what he considers his. Given what we saw earlier, I’d say he quite owns Potter. He also doesn’t know how to share very well. Weasley’s manhood would be imperiled if that were actually happening, and I’d hate to see bloodshed.”

“It was just a dream, thank goodness. I’d hate to be the one to tell Draco his relationship is in danger. He was raised to kill the messenger first.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.”

The two kissed softly, taking comfort in their new closeness.

“Pansy, what are we doing?”

“What would you like us to be doing?’

“Would you stop answering questions with questions?”

“I like you, you like me. Why does it need a label? We’re good together. Sod what everyone else thinks. It’s the two of us that matter.”

“I like hearing that, you know.”

“What?”

“The two of us. It makes my heart feel like it might burst.”

“I’ve liked you for ages.”

“Thanks for following me tonight.”

“My pleasure. I’m glad I did.”

“I wrote something for you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, don’t laugh. I know it’s horrid.”

“A good heart these days is hard to find.
I love you so much.
Won’t you be mine?”

“Millie! That was so syrupy it was worthy of a Hufflepuff!”

“Does that mean you won’t?”

“Don’t be silly, of course I will!”