Makoto Sagara (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
makotosagara) wrote2013-02-26 03:54 pm
makotosagara) wrote2013-02-26 03:54 pm
Entry tags:
- angst,
- drabble,
- ewe,
- femme slash,
- hp,
- humour,
- language,
- ooc,
- post-hogwarts
[drabble, HP] Breaking Through Misconceptions
Title: Breaking Through Misconceptions
Author: Makoto Sagara
Series: Harry Potter
Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first
Category: drabble, femme slash, angst
Rating: hard R
Characters/Pairings: Pansy/Hermione
Warnings: angst, femme slash, language, slight humour, ooc, EWE, Post-Hogwarts
Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter. No money is made from this piece of fanfiction or copyright infringement intended.
Words: 427
Prompt: HP: Pansy/Hermione: She couldn’t fathom why people thought she fancied men.
Author’s Note: Thank you, Skeren, for yet another list of prompts that my muses won’t leave alone. I’m going to stop asking you one day.
~ * * * ~
So what if she’d dated Draco Malfoy once upon a time? That had been ages ago. And, seriously, the Malfoy twat had been her parents’ idea, especially since more night than not, he was in Theodore Nott’s bed. No, Pansy Parkinson liked to take beautiful, delicate women to bed. Her first victim had been Daphne Greengrass in their seventh year. And then her sister, Astoria, right before the debacle that was the Battle of Hogwarts. After she’d been forced to redo her seventh year over after the school was rebuilt, she’d made her way through all the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls in their year who’d bothered to come back.
And after graduation, when she’d gotten a position in the Ministry’s public relations office? Well, she started making her way through the female population that hadn’t seemed to be too prudish. She’d even managed to convince both Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil to join her for a fairly memorable threesome.
In fact, the only girl, aside from Millicent Bulstrode, in her year at Hogwarts that Pansy hadn’t bedded was Granger. And it wasn’t because she was a Mudblood. No, that hardly played into a one-off for Pansy. No, the damn girl was always with bloody Potter and that atrocious Weasel-be.
So, she was a little surprised that the gossip around the office was that Granger had left the Weasel-be for being a right arse. Well, Pansy could have told her. Besides, Granger had always been too good for that redheaded disaster. She was smart, and pretty when she made the effort, and too patient for either of the other two-thirds of the Gryffindork Trio.
Although, once she started thinking about it, and had put her plan into motion to seduce the Muggleborn witch, it was almost like Granger was her own Potter. And yes, Draco was now out being boffed by Potter everywhere, if the gossip rag that passed for a newspaper was to be believed. And, the idea of being boffed by Granger wasn’t a disgusting one, at all.
Two weeks after she’d begun pursuing the other woman, she was fucking her like no tomorrow in her London townhouse, three times. And the day after that, they went four rounds before they’d fallen into an exhausted slumber.
Granger seemed to be the only person alive who could keep up with Pansy’s sex drive. Really, she never did understand why she should fancy men when women could climax until they passed out if the sex was good enough. And with the former bushy-haired witch, the sex was phenomenal!
Author: Makoto Sagara
Series: Harry Potter
Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first
Category: drabble, femme slash, angst
Rating: hard R
Characters/Pairings: Pansy/Hermione
Warnings: angst, femme slash, language, slight humour, ooc, EWE, Post-Hogwarts
Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter. No money is made from this piece of fanfiction or copyright infringement intended.
Words: 427
Prompt: HP: Pansy/Hermione: She couldn’t fathom why people thought she fancied men.
Author’s Note: Thank you, Skeren, for yet another list of prompts that my muses won’t leave alone. I’m going to stop asking you one day.
~ * * * ~
So what if she’d dated Draco Malfoy once upon a time? That had been ages ago. And, seriously, the Malfoy twat had been her parents’ idea, especially since more night than not, he was in Theodore Nott’s bed. No, Pansy Parkinson liked to take beautiful, delicate women to bed. Her first victim had been Daphne Greengrass in their seventh year. And then her sister, Astoria, right before the debacle that was the Battle of Hogwarts. After she’d been forced to redo her seventh year over after the school was rebuilt, she’d made her way through all the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls in their year who’d bothered to come back.
And after graduation, when she’d gotten a position in the Ministry’s public relations office? Well, she started making her way through the female population that hadn’t seemed to be too prudish. She’d even managed to convince both Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil to join her for a fairly memorable threesome.
In fact, the only girl, aside from Millicent Bulstrode, in her year at Hogwarts that Pansy hadn’t bedded was Granger. And it wasn’t because she was a Mudblood. No, that hardly played into a one-off for Pansy. No, the damn girl was always with bloody Potter and that atrocious Weasel-be.
So, she was a little surprised that the gossip around the office was that Granger had left the Weasel-be for being a right arse. Well, Pansy could have told her. Besides, Granger had always been too good for that redheaded disaster. She was smart, and pretty when she made the effort, and too patient for either of the other two-thirds of the Gryffindork Trio.
Although, once she started thinking about it, and had put her plan into motion to seduce the Muggleborn witch, it was almost like Granger was her own Potter. And yes, Draco was now out being boffed by Potter everywhere, if the gossip rag that passed for a newspaper was to be believed. And, the idea of being boffed by Granger wasn’t a disgusting one, at all.
Two weeks after she’d begun pursuing the other woman, she was fucking her like no tomorrow in her London townhouse, three times. And the day after that, they went four rounds before they’d fallen into an exhausted slumber.
Granger seemed to be the only person alive who could keep up with Pansy’s sex drive. Really, she never did understand why she should fancy men when women could climax until they passed out if the sex was good enough. And with the former bushy-haired witch, the sex was phenomenal!