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bleedingangel84Title: Her Queen
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ginny/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 228-Painted together, Her Queen, Bubbles
Notes: This is inspired by this week’s prompts and my muse’s apparent desire for a femmeslash pairing. I hope if you read it that you enjoy it.
Summary: Pansy treats Ginny like a queen.
“Merlin, this feels so good. I’m completely exhausted,” Ginny groaned.
Pansy smiled in smug satisfaction as she washed her girlfriend’s back, urging her to recline amid the sea of bubbles filling their large bathtub.
“See? I told you I could make you feel better.”
“Your hands are the most magical things on the planet for me right now. Remind me never to doubt your word again,” Ginny whispered, stretching languidly in the warm water in a way that reminded Pansy of a storybook mermaid.
“Are you positive I can’t talk you into quitting? The Harpies do have a reserve Chaser. I worry about you getting injured. Professional quidditch is quite barbaric.”
“And what would I do for a job? I will not take your family’s money.”
“Why not model quidditch gear? Your red hair is just lovely, and the camera would eat you up.”
“Hmm, there’s an idea, but the only one I want eating me is you. You do have such a talented mouth.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, love. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
“Mmm, Pansy, you are positively devilish. I love that you always treat me so well. It’s like I’m some sort of queen.”
“You are to me. You’re my queen. You were the only one who would speak up for me after the war.”
“I know what it feels like to be desperate and backed into a corner. You were only trying to protect yourself. You didn’t deserve to be ostracised for that.”
“Gods, I love you so much."
“I love you, too.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad at you, Pansy?”
“I—called Dean Thomas. You know he does portraits now, and I’d like for him to do one of the two of us. In the bedroom.”
“Pansy, you are an evil Slytherin,” Ginny said with a fond smile. “You know Dean is an ex-boyfriend of mine, don’t you?”
“I had heard that, yes.”
“And you just had the urge to show him what he lost, didn’t you?” she asked.
“You aren’t mad?”
“I rather like your territorial side.”
“I have a sudden urge to stake my claim now.”
“Do your worst.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ginny/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 228-Painted together, Her Queen, BubblesNotes: This is inspired by this week’s prompts and my muse’s apparent desire for a femmeslash pairing. I hope if you read it that you enjoy it.
Summary: Pansy treats Ginny like a queen.
“Merlin, this feels so good. I’m completely exhausted,” Ginny groaned.
Pansy smiled in smug satisfaction as she washed her girlfriend’s back, urging her to recline amid the sea of bubbles filling their large bathtub.
“See? I told you I could make you feel better.”
“Your hands are the most magical things on the planet for me right now. Remind me never to doubt your word again,” Ginny whispered, stretching languidly in the warm water in a way that reminded Pansy of a storybook mermaid.
“Are you positive I can’t talk you into quitting? The Harpies do have a reserve Chaser. I worry about you getting injured. Professional quidditch is quite barbaric.”
“And what would I do for a job? I will not take your family’s money.”
“Why not model quidditch gear? Your red hair is just lovely, and the camera would eat you up.”
“Hmm, there’s an idea, but the only one I want eating me is you. You do have such a talented mouth.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, love. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
“Mmm, Pansy, you are positively devilish. I love that you always treat me so well. It’s like I’m some sort of queen.”
“You are to me. You’re my queen. You were the only one who would speak up for me after the war.”
“I know what it feels like to be desperate and backed into a corner. You were only trying to protect yourself. You didn’t deserve to be ostracised for that.”
“Gods, I love you so much."
“I love you, too.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad at you, Pansy?”
“I—called Dean Thomas. You know he does portraits now, and I’d like for him to do one of the two of us. In the bedroom.”
“Pansy, you are an evil Slytherin,” Ginny said with a fond smile. “You know Dean is an ex-boyfriend of mine, don’t you?”
“I had heard that, yes.”
“And you just had the urge to show him what he lost, didn’t you?” she asked.
“You aren’t mad?”
“I rather like your territorial side.”
“I have a sudden urge to stake my claim now.”
“Do your worst.”