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magnetic_pole) wrote2011-12-10 03:58 pm
Fic: Cunning Linguists for dexstarr
Title: Cunning Linguists
Characters: Astoria Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Draco Malfoy
Word count: 1700
Rating: R for adult situations
Summary: "If at first you don’t succeed..." Pansy Parkinson tries to find the right words.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dexstarr for woldy’s 2011 Informal Femslash Exchange. Thanks to woldy for filling this holiday season with femslash! Best wishes for another wonderful year in fandom, dexstarr!
“Astoria...”
Pansy had meant to sound cool and seductive, but her voice was more hoarse than she’d expected.
Astoria’s eyes widened. She set her wineglass down on the table, and her hand drifted to her necklace. A finger wrapped around it, once, then twice. Below, the light fabric of her holiday frock moved almost imperceptibly with each breath.
“Yes, Pansy?”
Pansy swallowed. Her heart was beating in her ears. She couldn’t be mistaken about this. They’d been cuddling on the couch earlier this evening, for heaven’s sake. After the wine came out, and after Astoria’s damned defenses came down, inch by inch. Millicent had caught Pansy’s eye across the crowd when she saw them together, giving Pansy a brief nod.
“My bedroom is right behind you.” Pansy drew her wand slowly and pressed the tip against Astoria’s shoulder. Astoria inhaled sharply at the sight of the wand, but Pansy could see the hint of a smile at the corner of her eyes.
Astoria took a step backward.
Pansy pressed harder and took a step forward.
Astoria took another step backward. Then another.
A few more steps, a slow dance toward the bedroom, and Pansy closed the door behind behind them, muting the sounds of the party.
“Here we are.” Astoria whispered. Her hand fluttered back to her necklace, twisting, twisting.
“How long do we have?” Pansy asked.
“The sitter goes home at midnight,” Astoria said. Her voice was almost too soft to hear.
“Millicent will say goodbye to everyone,” Pansy said. And then, just in case it wasn’t clear they weren’t really talking about her flatmate: “You could stay, if you wanted.”
Astoria’s hand fretted with the necklace.
Pansy traced Astoria’s neckline with her wand. Astoria’s eyes followed, then came up to meet Pansy’s. They stared at each other. The sounds of the party had disappeared entirely. Pansy could feel her pulse throbbing in her ears, between her legs.
In an instant, Pansy had dropped the wand and pushed Astoria up again the wall, pressing her lips against Astoria’s, softly, chastely, running her lips across Astoria’s cheeks, over her jaw, down her neck. She cupped one hand beneath Astoria’s breast.
Pansy had waited so long she could hardly believe this was happening.
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, wide eyed.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
“It’s not so hard,” Pansy said, trying not to smirk.
Astoria’s eyes closed. “Draco--”
“Draco is fucking Harry,” Pansy said. “Forget about Dra--”
Fuck!
Fuck!
Astoria had pushed her away with a mewl like a kitten, had fled through the door. Pansy staggered back to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Astoria?” someone outside asked. “Astoria? What’s wrong?”
Pansy heard the pop! of Apparition.
“What happened, Parkinson?” Millicent stood in the door, hand on her hips.
“I don’t know,” Pansy said, bewildered.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
*
“Here we are.” Astoria whispered. Her hand fluttered back to her necklace, twisting, twisting.
“How long do we have?” Pansy asked.
“The sitter goes home at midnight,” Astoria said. Her voice was almost too soft to hear.
God, she was beautiful. Pansy ached for her. Gentle. That's what Millicent had said: be gentle, she's afraid, she's feeling guilty.
Pansy traced Astoria’s neckline with her wand. Astoria’s eyes followed, then came up to meet Pansy’s. They stared at each other.
“You’re so beautiful, Astoria,” Pansy said. Astoria flushed and smiled despite herself. Pansy had never wanted anything so much in her life. She could feel her pulse between her legs, reminding her of her own attraction.
In an instant, Pansy had dropped the wand and pushed Astoria up again the wall, pressing her lips against Astoria’s, cupping one hand beneath her breast.
Astoria laughed.
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, smiling.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
“It’s not so hard,” Pansy said. Then, better: "It's easy."
They stared at one another for a moment, breathing in unison, until Astoria averted her eyes. “Draco--”
“Draco won’t mind, Astoria,” Pansy said as gently as she could.
But now the defenses were back; Pansy could sense something guarded in the tilt of her head.
Fuck.
“What do you mean?” Astoria demanded tightly.
“Nothing,” Pansy said. Where had she gone wrong? “Nothing.”
Now they were feet apart, and Astoria was adjusting her frock. “I need to leave,” Astoria said in a brittle voice Pansy didn’t recognize. “I don’t think I ought to Apparate alone, I’ve drunk too much. Perhaps Millicent will take me.”
“Don’t,” Pansy said. “Astoria--”
“I need to leave,” Astoria said. “The sitter.”
In an instant, she was gone.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Pansy Pankinson!” Millicent was at the doorway. “What did I tell you?”
What had she said? Where had she gone wrong?
*
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped. She kissed Astoria’s cheek lightly, then then kissed her neck, then ran her tongue along neckline of her dress.
“I’ll be gentle,” Pansy said, shuddering at the words as they came out of her mouth. God, she sounded like a bad novel. What the fuck was Millicent thinking?
Astoria smiled and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of Pansy’s neck.
“Draco--”
“Shhhh.....” Pansy said, growing desperate. “Don’t. Please. Don’t. He’s not here right now. He doesn’t even--”
To Pansy’s surprise, Astoria’s hand drifted down to Pansy’s neck, then to her check, which Astoria patted gently, as she might have patted a child’s.
“I’m sorry, Pansy,” she said kindly. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
None of Pansy’s conversations with Millicent had prepared her for his. Fuck, none of Pansy’s conversations with Draco had prepared her for this, and no one knew affairs of the heart like Draco Malfoy. “But--”
Astoria pulled away, straightened up, adjusted her frock, and kissed Pansy on the cheek. “Another time, perhaps."
Pansy threw herself down on the bed and pretended to be asleep when Millicent knocked.
*
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, wide eyed.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
She ran it across again, and Astoria laughed out loud, a light, happy laugh. Pansy laughed, too. The very sound of Astoria’s laughter made her heart feel as if it were about to explode.
They kissed, tentatively at first, then more seriously, as Pansy pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there, running her hands along Astoria’s hip, waist, breasts.
“Draco--”
Pansy caught her breath.
“Draco--”
Pansy pulled away silently, catching Astoria’s hands. Astoria’s eyes had filled with tears, but she was smiling wryly.
“My husband doesn’t love me,” Astoria finally said, her voice shaky.
The words were on the tip of Pansy’s tongue: “I know. We all know. The bastard.” But she remained silent.
“He’s never loved me,” Astoria said. “He--”
Pansy waited.
“He doesn't--”
They were face to face, holding hands. Pansy squeezed.
“I wanted it to work,” Astoria said. “But he doesn’t love me. And he won’t let me go.”
Pansy’s heart thumped. Could she say something now?
Astoria was now crying and laughing at once. It was as if a wave had broken and was now washing toward the shore. “And yet here you are. I’ve foolishly put you off for months.”
“For months?” Pansy asked, incredulous. She hadn’t realized Astoria had noticed. “For years.”
They both laughed and kissed and made their way to the bed. Astoria kicked off her shoes and lay back, and Pansy clambered on top, pinning her down. Astoria wriggled happily.
Pansy kissed the tip of Astoria’s nose and rolled over, so they were lying side by side.
“I love you,” Pansy said slowly, staring at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding again. When had love become so nerve-wracking? “For whatever that’s worth.”
Astoria squeezed her hand. “It’s worth quite a bit.”
“It won’t pay the sitter, though,” Pansy said. She propped herself up on an elbow. “Why don’t you Floo to see if she can stay until the morning?”
“Millicent won’t mind?”
Pansy bristled. “What business is it of Millicent’s?”
“No, no,” Astoria said. “If we don’t help tidy up afterward, I meant.”
“Oh,” Pansy said. “I think she might be happy to be rid of me for a bit.”
*
Draco, predictably, arrived ten minutes late, harried and more than a bit cross when Pansy frowned at him. “I had to wait until the Undersecretary had finished, Pansy,” he said. “You don’t just say, ‘Sorry, sir, I need to cut this meeting short and retrieve a Ministry Timeturner.’” He huffed impatiently.
“You’re always late,” Pansy pointed out. “No one’s time is as valuable as your own.”
“I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Draco said. “I could lose my job over this.” With a quick glance around the empty corridor, he held out a small leather case. Pansy placed the Timeturner back into its velvet cradle, closing the case with a snap. Draco slipped it back in his pocket.
Thank yous had always been unnecessary between them.
“Right, I’m back to the office,” Draco said. “Press conference this afternoon.” He straightened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. Then, almost as an afterthought: “Success?”
“I don’t settle for anything less,” Pansy said.
Draco nodded. They felt the same way; that’s why their friendship had lasted this long. “Astoria thought you might want to come for dinner this weekend,” he said. “Saturday night?”
“I’d be delighted,” Pansy said. “Give her my love.”
Pansy was about to leave, but Draco caught her arm. “Pansy--”
“Yes?”
“Astoria--”
“Yes?”
“Astoria said something odd the other day.” Draco laughed an uncomfortable, self-deprecating laugh. “Something about love making Hufflepuffs of us all. You don’t--”
He waited.
“I don’t what?” Pansy prompted.
“You don’t think she...suspects, do you?”
There was a plaintive, vulnerable tone to Draco’s voice that Pansy rarely heard. “I doubt she was thinking about you at all.” It was about an honest a statement as Pansy had ever made.
Draco sighed in relief, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to him. “Right. Of course, of course. We’ll see you on Saturday, then.”
Pansy’s heart leapt at the thought. “You will.”
*
Characters: Astoria Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Draco Malfoy
Word count: 1700
Rating: R for adult situations
Summary: "If at first you don’t succeed..." Pansy Parkinson tries to find the right words.
Notes: Written for
dexstarr for woldy’s 2011 Informal Femslash Exchange. Thanks to woldy for filling this holiday season with femslash! Best wishes for another wonderful year in fandom, dexstarr!“Astoria...”
Pansy had meant to sound cool and seductive, but her voice was more hoarse than she’d expected.
Astoria’s eyes widened. She set her wineglass down on the table, and her hand drifted to her necklace. A finger wrapped around it, once, then twice. Below, the light fabric of her holiday frock moved almost imperceptibly with each breath.
“Yes, Pansy?”
Pansy swallowed. Her heart was beating in her ears. She couldn’t be mistaken about this. They’d been cuddling on the couch earlier this evening, for heaven’s sake. After the wine came out, and after Astoria’s damned defenses came down, inch by inch. Millicent had caught Pansy’s eye across the crowd when she saw them together, giving Pansy a brief nod.
“My bedroom is right behind you.” Pansy drew her wand slowly and pressed the tip against Astoria’s shoulder. Astoria inhaled sharply at the sight of the wand, but Pansy could see the hint of a smile at the corner of her eyes.
Astoria took a step backward.
Pansy pressed harder and took a step forward.
Astoria took another step backward. Then another.
A few more steps, a slow dance toward the bedroom, and Pansy closed the door behind behind them, muting the sounds of the party.
“Here we are.” Astoria whispered. Her hand fluttered back to her necklace, twisting, twisting.
“How long do we have?” Pansy asked.
“The sitter goes home at midnight,” Astoria said. Her voice was almost too soft to hear.
“Millicent will say goodbye to everyone,” Pansy said. And then, just in case it wasn’t clear they weren’t really talking about her flatmate: “You could stay, if you wanted.”
Astoria’s hand fretted with the necklace.
Pansy traced Astoria’s neckline with her wand. Astoria’s eyes followed, then came up to meet Pansy’s. They stared at each other. The sounds of the party had disappeared entirely. Pansy could feel her pulse throbbing in her ears, between her legs.
In an instant, Pansy had dropped the wand and pushed Astoria up again the wall, pressing her lips against Astoria’s, softly, chastely, running her lips across Astoria’s cheeks, over her jaw, down her neck. She cupped one hand beneath Astoria’s breast.
Pansy had waited so long she could hardly believe this was happening.
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, wide eyed.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
“It’s not so hard,” Pansy said, trying not to smirk.
Astoria’s eyes closed. “Draco--”
“Draco is fucking Harry,” Pansy said. “Forget about Dra--”
Fuck!
Fuck!
Astoria had pushed her away with a mewl like a kitten, had fled through the door. Pansy staggered back to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Astoria?” someone outside asked. “Astoria? What’s wrong?”
Pansy heard the pop! of Apparition.
“What happened, Parkinson?” Millicent stood in the door, hand on her hips.
“I don’t know,” Pansy said, bewildered.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Here we are.” Astoria whispered. Her hand fluttered back to her necklace, twisting, twisting.
“How long do we have?” Pansy asked.
“The sitter goes home at midnight,” Astoria said. Her voice was almost too soft to hear.
God, she was beautiful. Pansy ached for her. Gentle. That's what Millicent had said: be gentle, she's afraid, she's feeling guilty.
Pansy traced Astoria’s neckline with her wand. Astoria’s eyes followed, then came up to meet Pansy’s. They stared at each other.
“You’re so beautiful, Astoria,” Pansy said. Astoria flushed and smiled despite herself. Pansy had never wanted anything so much in her life. She could feel her pulse between her legs, reminding her of her own attraction.
In an instant, Pansy had dropped the wand and pushed Astoria up again the wall, pressing her lips against Astoria’s, cupping one hand beneath her breast.
Astoria laughed.
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, smiling.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
“It’s not so hard,” Pansy said. Then, better: "It's easy."
They stared at one another for a moment, breathing in unison, until Astoria averted her eyes. “Draco--”
“Draco won’t mind, Astoria,” Pansy said as gently as she could.
But now the defenses were back; Pansy could sense something guarded in the tilt of her head.
Fuck.
“What do you mean?” Astoria demanded tightly.
“Nothing,” Pansy said. Where had she gone wrong? “Nothing.”
Now they were feet apart, and Astoria was adjusting her frock. “I need to leave,” Astoria said in a brittle voice Pansy didn’t recognize. “I don’t think I ought to Apparate alone, I’ve drunk too much. Perhaps Millicent will take me.”
“Don’t,” Pansy said. “Astoria--”
“I need to leave,” Astoria said. “The sitter.”
In an instant, she was gone.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Pansy Pankinson!” Millicent was at the doorway. “What did I tell you?”
What had she said? Where had she gone wrong?
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped. She kissed Astoria’s cheek lightly, then then kissed her neck, then ran her tongue along neckline of her dress.
“I’ll be gentle,” Pansy said, shuddering at the words as they came out of her mouth. God, she sounded like a bad novel. What the fuck was Millicent thinking?
Astoria smiled and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of Pansy’s neck.
“Draco--”
“Shhhh.....” Pansy said, growing desperate. “Don’t. Please. Don’t. He’s not here right now. He doesn’t even--”
To Pansy’s surprise, Astoria’s hand drifted down to Pansy’s neck, then to her check, which Astoria patted gently, as she might have patted a child’s.
“I’m sorry, Pansy,” she said kindly. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
None of Pansy’s conversations with Millicent had prepared her for his. Fuck, none of Pansy’s conversations with Draco had prepared her for this, and no one knew affairs of the heart like Draco Malfoy. “But--”
Astoria pulled away, straightened up, adjusted her frock, and kissed Pansy on the cheek. “Another time, perhaps."
Pansy threw herself down on the bed and pretended to be asleep when Millicent knocked.
“I’ve never done this before,” Astoria whispered, wide eyed.
Pansy ran a thumb against a nipple, and Astoria gasped.
She ran it across again, and Astoria laughed out loud, a light, happy laugh. Pansy laughed, too. The very sound of Astoria’s laughter made her heart feel as if it were about to explode.
They kissed, tentatively at first, then more seriously, as Pansy pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there, running her hands along Astoria’s hip, waist, breasts.
“Draco--”
Pansy caught her breath.
“Draco--”
Pansy pulled away silently, catching Astoria’s hands. Astoria’s eyes had filled with tears, but she was smiling wryly.
“My husband doesn’t love me,” Astoria finally said, her voice shaky.
The words were on the tip of Pansy’s tongue: “I know. We all know. The bastard.” But she remained silent.
“He’s never loved me,” Astoria said. “He--”
Pansy waited.
“He doesn't--”
They were face to face, holding hands. Pansy squeezed.
“I wanted it to work,” Astoria said. “But he doesn’t love me. And he won’t let me go.”
Pansy’s heart thumped. Could she say something now?
Astoria was now crying and laughing at once. It was as if a wave had broken and was now washing toward the shore. “And yet here you are. I’ve foolishly put you off for months.”
“For months?” Pansy asked, incredulous. She hadn’t realized Astoria had noticed. “For years.”
They both laughed and kissed and made their way to the bed. Astoria kicked off her shoes and lay back, and Pansy clambered on top, pinning her down. Astoria wriggled happily.
Pansy kissed the tip of Astoria’s nose and rolled over, so they were lying side by side.
“I love you,” Pansy said slowly, staring at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding again. When had love become so nerve-wracking? “For whatever that’s worth.”
Astoria squeezed her hand. “It’s worth quite a bit.”
“It won’t pay the sitter, though,” Pansy said. She propped herself up on an elbow. “Why don’t you Floo to see if she can stay until the morning?”
“Millicent won’t mind?”
Pansy bristled. “What business is it of Millicent’s?”
“No, no,” Astoria said. “If we don’t help tidy up afterward, I meant.”
“Oh,” Pansy said. “I think she might be happy to be rid of me for a bit.”
Draco, predictably, arrived ten minutes late, harried and more than a bit cross when Pansy frowned at him. “I had to wait until the Undersecretary had finished, Pansy,” he said. “You don’t just say, ‘Sorry, sir, I need to cut this meeting short and retrieve a Ministry Timeturner.’” He huffed impatiently.
“You’re always late,” Pansy pointed out. “No one’s time is as valuable as your own.”
“I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Draco said. “I could lose my job over this.” With a quick glance around the empty corridor, he held out a small leather case. Pansy placed the Timeturner back into its velvet cradle, closing the case with a snap. Draco slipped it back in his pocket.
Thank yous had always been unnecessary between them.
“Right, I’m back to the office,” Draco said. “Press conference this afternoon.” He straightened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. Then, almost as an afterthought: “Success?”
“I don’t settle for anything less,” Pansy said.
Draco nodded. They felt the same way; that’s why their friendship had lasted this long. “Astoria thought you might want to come for dinner this weekend,” he said. “Saturday night?”
“I’d be delighted,” Pansy said. “Give her my love.”
Pansy was about to leave, but Draco caught her arm. “Pansy--”
“Yes?”
“Astoria--”
“Yes?”
“Astoria said something odd the other day.” Draco laughed an uncomfortable, self-deprecating laugh. “Something about love making Hufflepuffs of us all. You don’t--”
He waited.
“I don’t what?” Pansy prompted.
“You don’t think she...suspects, do you?”
There was a plaintive, vulnerable tone to Draco’s voice that Pansy rarely heard. “I doubt she was thinking about you at all.” It was about an honest a statement as Pansy had ever made.
Draco sighed in relief, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to him. “Right. Of course, of course. We’ll see you on Saturday, then.”
Pansy’s heart leapt at the thought. “You will.”
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