Ravenclaw\'s Blue, Slytherin\'s Green
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Adult ++
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Ravenclaw's Blue, Slytherin's Green
Title: Ravenclaw\'s Blue, Slytherin\'s Green
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Mandy Brocklehurst
Summary: A tale of obsession, passion and pain between two fourth-year Hogwarts girls...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: F/F slash, underage sex, BDSM, some non-con elements, semi-violence, AU-ish
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the profits that go with them belong to J.K. Rowling. I, however, get to oversee their more intimate lives.
A/N: Mandy Brocklehurst, for those who don\'t remember, is a minor Ravenclaw character mentioned in Book 1. Since there\'s no detailed description of her, physical thertherwise, in canon, I\'ve pretty much filled in the details myself from my own imagination. She could in some ways be considered an OCF...
[Pansy\'s POV]
Coy and simpering, gigglin tin the corridors with the other prissy fourth-year Ravenclaw bitches about some boy or other, even though all boys are utter twerps (well, Draco Malfoy\'s all right, I suppose, but you wouldn\'t catch me jumping into bed with him). Pretending you don\'t notice me, pretending to think that I\'m beneath you because I\'m just a girl like you, and a Slytherin to boot. An ugly, pug-faced Slytherin, according to your stuck-up friends - and you\'re all slim and frail and pretty like some princess in what those stupid Muggles insist on calling \"fairy tales\". Hiding your eyes from me, in case meeting my gaze reveals to others how you truly feel.
And what you truly are.
Last night, your nightgown lay in soft cotton shreds around your ankles as you bent over a sink in one of the girls\' toilet blocks after I\'d charmed the door to repel intruders. Begging and sobbing as I shoved my fingers roughly into your damp slit, and up your ass as well. Because I\'m a girl like you, you never thought I\'d dare to fuck you there, in your tightest, most forbidden little place. Because I\'m a Slytherin, you should expect no less.
You could have been begging me to stop, or not to stop. It would have made no difference. I\'d have gone ahead and fucked you anyway.
Tonight, I may decide to make you kneel before me on the wet stone floor, to suck my clit or rim my ass or lick my shoes or anything else I want. I might take my new leather belt with the emerald and silver serpent buckle, drag you by your hair across the floor, fling you up against the nearest wall and beat you till you\'re bruised. Or twist the nipples of your nice round little tits until you scream that you\'re my slut, my sex toy, loud enough to make old man Filch and his mangy cat come running. Perhaps I\'ll even hold you in my arms and kiss you softly with my tongue curling hot and silky-wet around yours, then whisper sugary sweet lies in your perfect little ears just like the slippery fork-tongued snake you think I am.
Or maybe I\'ll just stand right here until you look my way. Staring till you turn those fluttering, long-lashed eyes in my direction, letting your gaze reveal to everyone how you truly feel.
And what we truly are to one another.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Mandy Brocklehurst
Summary: A tale of obsession, passion and pain between two fourth-year Hogwarts girls...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: F/F slash, underage sex, BDSM, some non-con elements, semi-violence, AU-ish
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the profits that go with them belong to J.K. Rowling. I, however, get to oversee their more intimate lives.
A/N: Mandy Brocklehurst, for those who don\'t remember, is a minor Ravenclaw character mentioned in Book 1. Since there\'s no detailed description of her, physical thertherwise, in canon, I\'ve pretty much filled in the details myself from my own imagination. She could in some ways be considered an OCF...
[Pansy\'s POV]
Coy and simpering, gigglin tin the corridors with the other prissy fourth-year Ravenclaw bitches about some boy or other, even though all boys are utter twerps (well, Draco Malfoy\'s all right, I suppose, but you wouldn\'t catch me jumping into bed with him). Pretending you don\'t notice me, pretending to think that I\'m beneath you because I\'m just a girl like you, and a Slytherin to boot. An ugly, pug-faced Slytherin, according to your stuck-up friends - and you\'re all slim and frail and pretty like some princess in what those stupid Muggles insist on calling \"fairy tales\". Hiding your eyes from me, in case meeting my gaze reveals to others how you truly feel.
And what you truly are.
Last night, your nightgown lay in soft cotton shreds around your ankles as you bent over a sink in one of the girls\' toilet blocks after I\'d charmed the door to repel intruders. Begging and sobbing as I shoved my fingers roughly into your damp slit, and up your ass as well. Because I\'m a girl like you, you never thought I\'d dare to fuck you there, in your tightest, most forbidden little place. Because I\'m a Slytherin, you should expect no less.
You could have been begging me to stop, or not to stop. It would have made no difference. I\'d have gone ahead and fucked you anyway.
Tonight, I may decide to make you kneel before me on the wet stone floor, to suck my clit or rim my ass or lick my shoes or anything else I want. I might take my new leather belt with the emerald and silver serpent buckle, drag you by your hair across the floor, fling you up against the nearest wall and beat you till you\'re bruised. Or twist the nipples of your nice round little tits until you scream that you\'re my slut, my sex toy, loud enough to make old man Filch and his mangy cat come running. Perhaps I\'ll even hold you in my arms and kiss you softly with my tongue curling hot and silky-wet around yours, then whisper sugary sweet lies in your perfect little ears just like the slippery fork-tongued snake you think I am.
Or maybe I\'ll just stand right here until you look my way. Staring till you turn those fluttering, long-lashed eyes in my direction, letting your gaze reveal to everyone how you truly feel.
And what we truly are to one another.
~ Fin.