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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,602
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shore
Title: Shore
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: M/F, dubCon, Lite DH-Spoilers
Summary: #10 – Shore. The pebbles dug into her knees.
Word Count: 846 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Whew, this was fun! Suggested by ryo_hija.
Prompt 10 – Shore
Blood supremacy meant only a bit to Pansy Parkinson, but she could never stand someone like Hermione Granger, who had no lineage, to out shine her. There was a hierarchy…Purebloods wed Purebloods. And as it was, Pansy Parkinson was urged to find a suitable husband even during her schooldays. Of course, she had to find a mate who was not closely related, and preferably someone who had no blood ties to her own family. That was why she hated Hermione Granger…because Ronald Weasley was enamored with her.
Schooldays ended, but still Pansy had not yet obtained what she desired. All through school she had watched him…even mocked him along side her Slytherin classmates, but she watched him grow from a gangling boy into a strapping man of considerable height and strength. Ron Weasley was a healthy specimen of man.
She stalked him like a predator…even after the Last Battle, even after he began living with Potter. She was certain that he suspected her interest.
On the shore of the Black Lake, she caught him, her ginger haired prey.
It seemed almost too easy to kiss him, almost too easy to pull him down to the rocky shore, and straddle his hips…
“Parkinson…” was all he said, his impossibly blue eyes piercing her own, only resignation conveyed by those orbs.
Pansy did not care if he did not fight back. She was going to mark him, claim him…just as her mother had taught her to do with a potential mate or husband. Ancient family tradition taught Pansy, and most other Pureblooded families, that if a mate was not willing to marry…the woman owned the right of the man if she was pregnant with his heir. It was a sexist, antiquated notion, but Ronald Weasley would not be hers any other way.
When she tore open his pants, kissing along the red trail of hair, she held in her surprise that Ron Weasley was aroused. Glancing up at him, she frowned. Taking a chance, she kissed him again, keeping her eyes open to watch his close…
Planting her knees into the shore, she winced as a particularly sharp piece of stone dug into her knee through her skirt. Ron Weasley’s face moved…and she saw concern mixed with the freckles, and the crimson fringes blown in the wind of the Black Lake.
When she finally took him, riding his thick cock, she wondered why he was holding her hips, why he was gritting his teeth to stifle a groan, why, when her rhythm broke, he began surging up into her womb. She wondered if he would hate her for assaulting him on the rocky shore of the Black Lake with cold water lapping at the stones feet away. Would her advances be considered criminal, perhaps?
Throwing her head back, she moaned…her long, inky hair catching the wind, and flying upon the breeze. Ron Weasley finally let his groan erupt from his chest, his hands moving to grasp her breasts through the bodice of her dress.
Did he like her, at the very least? She had fancied herself in love with him for years, but deep down she knew he had become an obsession.
Even if he would not marry her, even if he turned out to be Potter’s lover, even if he cursed her name, she would hold his seed deep inside her womb…whether she became pregnant or not, she would have a piece of him.
Oh, she had timed herself, and her attack to be the day she was most fertile, and she clasped her knees into his sides, and her hands into his jumper to ensure that when he came he would not pull away… Pansy needed him to live on…
Her breaths came as gasps as she could feel her consciousness, and her body slip over that metaphoric edge…and everything…the clouds, the mountains, the lake, and the shore became suddenly very clear.
“Ron!” she choked, falling forward even as he grunted, his cock pushing up into her clenching passage.
From where her head rested upon his chest, listening to the wild tattoo of his heart, she knew that he wanted her enough to finish…to fuck her with sharp pebbles of the shore digging into his back. His voice sounded in animalistic grunts, and gentle whimpers, his large hands bruising her hips as finally she could feel the pressure release and seed fill her.
He filled her completely, and she forced her muscles to hold what he had given her.
Pansy eventually pulled away, standing on wobbly legs, smoothing down her long black skirts over her slender, ivory legs. Her sharp eyes stared down at Ron Weasley, critically. Even as he lay on the shore, spent cock resting against his lower belly, his chest heaving, his mouth open in a pant, his glazed eyes staring back at her…he was handsome.
“I will be seeing you soon,” she said with an air of feigned anger…and drawing her wand from the sleeve of her black dress, she Apparated from the lonely shore, leaving behind the man she would marry.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: M/F, dubCon, Lite DH-Spoilers
Summary: #10 – Shore. The pebbles dug into her knees.
Word Count: 846 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Whew, this was fun! Suggested by ryo_hija.
Prompt 10 – Shore
Blood supremacy meant only a bit to Pansy Parkinson, but she could never stand someone like Hermione Granger, who had no lineage, to out shine her. There was a hierarchy…Purebloods wed Purebloods. And as it was, Pansy Parkinson was urged to find a suitable husband even during her schooldays. Of course, she had to find a mate who was not closely related, and preferably someone who had no blood ties to her own family. That was why she hated Hermione Granger…because Ronald Weasley was enamored with her.
Schooldays ended, but still Pansy had not yet obtained what she desired. All through school she had watched him…even mocked him along side her Slytherin classmates, but she watched him grow from a gangling boy into a strapping man of considerable height and strength. Ron Weasley was a healthy specimen of man.
She stalked him like a predator…even after the Last Battle, even after he began living with Potter. She was certain that he suspected her interest.
On the shore of the Black Lake, she caught him, her ginger haired prey.
It seemed almost too easy to kiss him, almost too easy to pull him down to the rocky shore, and straddle his hips…
“Parkinson…” was all he said, his impossibly blue eyes piercing her own, only resignation conveyed by those orbs.
Pansy did not care if he did not fight back. She was going to mark him, claim him…just as her mother had taught her to do with a potential mate or husband. Ancient family tradition taught Pansy, and most other Pureblooded families, that if a mate was not willing to marry…the woman owned the right of the man if she was pregnant with his heir. It was a sexist, antiquated notion, but Ronald Weasley would not be hers any other way.
When she tore open his pants, kissing along the red trail of hair, she held in her surprise that Ron Weasley was aroused. Glancing up at him, she frowned. Taking a chance, she kissed him again, keeping her eyes open to watch his close…
Planting her knees into the shore, she winced as a particularly sharp piece of stone dug into her knee through her skirt. Ron Weasley’s face moved…and she saw concern mixed with the freckles, and the crimson fringes blown in the wind of the Black Lake.
When she finally took him, riding his thick cock, she wondered why he was holding her hips, why he was gritting his teeth to stifle a groan, why, when her rhythm broke, he began surging up into her womb. She wondered if he would hate her for assaulting him on the rocky shore of the Black Lake with cold water lapping at the stones feet away. Would her advances be considered criminal, perhaps?
Throwing her head back, she moaned…her long, inky hair catching the wind, and flying upon the breeze. Ron Weasley finally let his groan erupt from his chest, his hands moving to grasp her breasts through the bodice of her dress.
Did he like her, at the very least? She had fancied herself in love with him for years, but deep down she knew he had become an obsession.
Even if he would not marry her, even if he turned out to be Potter’s lover, even if he cursed her name, she would hold his seed deep inside her womb…whether she became pregnant or not, she would have a piece of him.
Oh, she had timed herself, and her attack to be the day she was most fertile, and she clasped her knees into his sides, and her hands into his jumper to ensure that when he came he would not pull away… Pansy needed him to live on…
Her breaths came as gasps as she could feel her consciousness, and her body slip over that metaphoric edge…and everything…the clouds, the mountains, the lake, and the shore became suddenly very clear.
“Ron!” she choked, falling forward even as he grunted, his cock pushing up into her clenching passage.
From where her head rested upon his chest, listening to the wild tattoo of his heart, she knew that he wanted her enough to finish…to fuck her with sharp pebbles of the shore digging into his back. His voice sounded in animalistic grunts, and gentle whimpers, his large hands bruising her hips as finally she could feel the pressure release and seed fill her.
He filled her completely, and she forced her muscles to hold what he had given her.
Pansy eventually pulled away, standing on wobbly legs, smoothing down her long black skirts over her slender, ivory legs. Her sharp eyes stared down at Ron Weasley, critically. Even as he lay on the shore, spent cock resting against his lower belly, his chest heaving, his mouth open in a pant, his glazed eyes staring back at her…he was handsome.
“I will be seeing you soon,” she said with an air of feigned anger…and drawing her wand from the sleeve of her black dress, she Apparated from the lonely shore, leaving behind the man she would marry.