Inside Pansy

Inside Pansy...
Author- Flameweaver
Disclaimers: I don\'t own any characters owned by Ms. JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholasitc Books, et. al...(Don\'t want to
own them,either for that matter..) However I do own all characters you do not recognize,and of course the plot. So, please do
not sue. I\'m just a dirt poor caretaker with maybe fifty cents in my purse. To sue me would be like attempting to obtain blood
out of a turnip.
Pairing: PP/ NM...HP/DM Possibly PP/SS (Not sure on that one.) and possibly PP/HG.
Rating: NC-17. Due to subject matter covered- child molestation, abuse. Lesbian themes( Aka femslash)...Possibly dark fic...
Distribution/ archiving: Ask first,please.
Feedback? Please do if worthy of feed back.
Author\'s notes: Ok... This is probably going to be vastly different from what you normally have read. I don\'t think I\'ve seen any
fan fiction with Pansy Parkinson and Narcissa Malfoy in a relationship. So, I thought I\'d give it a shot. It\'s not going to be fluffy
at first, probably quite dark in nature. However, there is some slashy goodness for those that like a good low down and dirty
Harry and Draco paring. I should probably add that there is going to be some out of characactiactivity here, as well as
extremely AU as well. Just thought I\'d warn you. I know this needs a good beta going over it...however, I don\'t have the first
clue how to get one...so,please bear with me...hope you enjoy!
Flamey


Not quite a girl, but not yet a woman is what I was the first time Narcissa Malfoy took me to her bed. Yes, Narcissa Malfoy
seduced me. She seduced Pansy Parkinson. Oh, I act the slut while at school, I do it to protect Cissa from Lucius\' brutal fetish
of taking his fists to his wife at the barest hint of any impropriety, or infedelity...and he is free to shag whom ever he chooses.
Narcissa is not. Everyone at Hogwarts thinks I\'m this daft, dim empty headed blonde that thinks with her twat, rather than her
brain. I\'m far from this. Actually, it\'s just an act that I developed to enable me to act freely, and gather information which I make
appear in either Dumbledore\'s or Potter\'s lap...Information which assists them in stopping Voldemort\'s nasty little evil plans, and
almost always reveals Lucius Malfoy\'s next plot. The bastard is so far into his own ego, needs and games that he\'s not aware
that I\'m the one that\'s leaking everything to his enemies. I\'m not just doing this so that Narcissa and I can be together openly-
which is my dream. I also do it for Narcissa\'s son, Draco...I also do it so his lover, Harry Potter can also live and love openly. I
have so many plans..plans that will be particularly cunning and nasty...the results are always designed to stiffle and stop Lucius
or Voldemort. Frankly, I could care less about muggles and muggle borns. It is just an act to cover my arse. I just toe the party
line in public, and premote the dim witted blonde image I\'ve contrived for years to hide the truth about myself, not just from my
family, my friends and my peers. Frankly, I prefer to live and let live. My mother has an extensive collection of Dark Arts books
that mainly pertain to sexual matters, and the Dark Arts that can be assimulated and used in a sexual situation...I have snuck into
her room and used the information there extensively, if you really want to know the truth. I never use this on Narcissa, as I love
and adore the woman. Merlin\'s balls, she just looks at me, and I\'m dripping wet, and it\'s all I can OT tOT to just drag her off,
pin her against the wall, and bury my face betwixt her thighs! I don\'t think I\'d ever be able to get enough of her! I will be honest
enough to admit here, that numerous times I have given Draco information I\'ve garnered from my mother\'s sex library...to add
some spice, and fun and games to Draco\'s and Harry\'s bedroom fun. No one knows my plans or my next move in my war
against Lucius Malfoy...it\'s better left unsaid, until each phase happens, and the results of my plotting,planning and scheming
manifest themselves. The only person who knows is Cissa. For she\'s as desperate to free herself from Lucius, as I am to see her
free of him. None of the lads at school realize that I have effectively bamboozled them into thinking they\'ve shagged me. They
haven\'t. Rather, I use a series of charms and spells that leave the impression, effects, and sense of knowledge that they\'ve had
me. They haven\'t. The only person I have ever beenwillingly intimate with has been Narcissa Malfoy- and I intend to keep it
that way, I assure you.
Now, this knowledge may disgust or squick some people, butcarecare not. I love Cissa too much for that to matter or bear any
importance in the issue. However, this may have to change. You see, Lucius is becoming far more brutal in his abuse of his wife
and son...and I can\'t just sit here and do nothing. So, this necessitates some changes to my plans and making these things
happen. I don\'t kid myself, I do my best work behind the scenes, and in private..then I just sit back and watch it all unfold,
silently laughing at those I\'ve schemed and conspired against. You see, tonight, I just sold out Mummy and Daddyreverevealed
all, and provided the evidence needed to prove not just to the ministry,but to the Aurors the truth of my allegations...it was all an
act when I cried and sobbed when my parents were lead away to be held by the Ministry for trial for their crimes and open
blatant service to that son of a bitch, Voldemort. If they only knew, it was perhaps one of the more happier moments in my
sixteen years. The other happy moments are timesimes when I please Narcissa. In bed,out of bed? Doesn\'t matter to me what I
have to do- as long as I please her. I live to please that woman! I adore pleasing her. She asks for so little. The act of the
dumb, dim blonde is an ideal cover for the cunning,ambition, and drive to commit dark acts that destroy and ruin those
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stand between myself, what I want, my lover....and those I love and care for. In short, I could care less who I have to destroy,
fuck over or manipulate to get what I want and who I want. What no one knows is I have a very good reason to sell out my
parents. And, I prefer no one knows. You see, my father molested me over a course of four years, as did my mother. In part,
it\'s how Narcissa and I got together, two years ago. After the last nasy beating my father gave me, I ran to the Malfoy\'s. Why
should\'nt I? After all Draco\'s been my best friend since we shared the same crib! Lucky for me that night, Lucius was away in
Europe on business not just for the Malfoy business matters,but also on a recruiting session at Beaubattons.....
I knew I had to just step inside the property line between Parkinson land and Malfoy land..and I would be home free. I ran
as fast as I could, given the injuries I had sustained at my father\'s hand. Injuries I sustained because I refused to allow him to
shag me as he had since my body showed signs of puberty. And, that was just before I began Hogwarts. As far as I was
concerned, it wasn\'t going to happen anymore. I no more than step onto Malfoy lands as I sense the wards being triggered. I
had tried to run before, but failed. My father all too easily caught me. This time, I made sure I injured him in our brawl, severely
enough to cause him to scream-thus my mother finding out. By then, it didn\'t matter as mother had had me that morning before
my mother rose, and she sported the proof of my rebellion, and my fight with her. She wore a rather grand black eye that meant
her right eye was swollen shut, and a rather painful bite mark on her cheek which showed the pattern of my teeth...I truly didn\'t
have long to wait. Within five minutes, Narcissa stood before me, as had my mother...\"Pansy! What is the meaning of this!\"
Nara dea demanded,\"What are you doing out at this time of night?\" she demanded. My mother glared at Narcissa and
spat,\"Hand the little whover ver to me!\" she demanded. With that, I stood on shaky legs and spat,\"Why should I,mother? Just
so you and Daddy can rape me time and time again before selling me off to Draco?!\" I sneered. \"Break the little whore in,
Micah! Make sure Draco gets an experienced little brood mare....Can\'t send less than perfection to Lucius\'s son, you know!\"
she spat, mocking her mother\'s sentiments of her. She just repeated what she heard every time her mother watched her father
molest her.
Her bright blue eyes bore into her mother\'s,\"And let\'s not forget father\'s taunts,\"Damn Lulu! Pansy likes that loose well used
pussy don\'t she? Lick your Mum\'s pussy you little slut!\" She sneered repeating what her father said as he\'d watched his wife
molest their daughter. \"And I know why you\'ve done this.\" she said quietly, \"Because you,mother used me to hide the fact
you\'re shagging Cornelius Fudge...and Father\'s been buggering anything that doesn\'t bugger him first- how else do you think
Percy Weasley is in line for that posh Ministry job that Marcus Flint was supposed to get?! Hm? Answer me that Mum?\" she
sneered. Louise Parkinson was as white as a ghost,\"Pansy, don\'t.\" I just shook my head,\" I already did,Mum.\" I smirked.
\"However you and I both know that Minister Fudge would never listen to or believe any reports about the depravity of Micah
and Louise Parkinson.\" she spat. \"Let alone believe that you two are capable of child molestation!\" she sneered. \"Let\'s face it,
Mummy, I\'m not the daft, ditzy whore my sister Rosemary was before you and Daddy broke her and sent her to that Muggle
facility for the mentally insane!\" Louise was as white as a ghost,\"You\'d betray your own family?\" she gasped in horror. \"We only
did it because it\'s best for you!\" she insisted lying as plain as day. I just looked at my mother,\"No, mother, you did it because
you wanted to.\" I replied bluntly,\"And, Daddy did what he did because he wanted to. and and dried.\" I crossed my arms over
my chest, and allowed my eyes to bore into my mothers,\"This is what it is.\" I said in brutal honesty,\" It doesn\'t suit me to destroy
you just yet.\" I smirked,\"And destroy you I can.\" I purred. \"However it doesn\'t fit into my plans,Mummy dear.\" Mother just
laughed at me. I cocked an eye brow,\"I wouldn\'t be laughing if I were you, darling.\" I said coldly, mimicing her tone she used on
me all the time. \"If I were you, I\'d be scared...very scared.\" I purred. \"You\'ll soon find out why it will be in yours and Daddy\'s
best interests to allow Narcissa to take me in....and apply for guardianship.\" I said confidently, playing the hand I\'d so carefully
planned,plotted and schemed for,\"OR I start singing like the fat lady.\" I smirked. \"To the Daily Prophet.\" I knew how hard my
mother worked to keep our name and family out of that bloody rag....\"Wonder what they\'ll make of that little shop of horrors
called Parkinson Manor?? Wonder what they\'ll make of the perversions and other sordid activities conducted there? Wonder
what they\'ll make of the paper trail that will reveal what REALLY happened to Rosie,Mummy!? Answer me that?!\" I blazed.
Mother looked at me,\"Are you quite finished,Pansy?\" She asked me coldly. I shook my head,\"No, I\'m far from
finished,Louise.\" I said coldly, \"Because after I\'m finished exposing you to the media, I\'ll then begin on father. Either way the
abuse stops! All of it!\" I demanded. \"And, either way, I won\'t spend another night under your roof.\" I don\'t think Mother had
ever been so afraid in all her life as she looked at me, truly looked at me for the first time. That night was the first time she
realized that sad sad sat her self up for one hell of a fall...and her ultimate destruction at the hands of her youngest
daughter...She finally saw the monster she\'d created, and the means in which destruction would come to her sick demented
world...For the first time, Louise Parkinson knew defeat, and knew I was dead to her as of that moment......and it suited me
quite well!