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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-03-21 01:09 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-03-21 01:09 pm
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The Prettier One (Harry/Pansy, PG-13)
Title: The Prettier One
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 364
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Cursing and sexiness.
Summary: Harry can take a challenge.
Author’s Notes: Written for round one, challenge one at the Harry/Pansy LDWS competition. The prompt was "No one ever choked to death swallowing their pride."
Harry was determined. He didn’t care what she said, what she did, or how short her skirt became. He didn’t care what it took, he would win this, the most difficult battle of his life.
The bet had started at one of the ridiculous Ministry galas she always insisted he take her to. If there was one thing Pansy Parkinson was good at, it was showing off, and she loved doing it.
The whole thing had been Ron’s fault. He was always just as bored as Harry was at those things, even though the two of them were almost constantly surrounded by people. During one of the few free moments they had, Ron had turned to him with a laugh. “I was just thinking,” he said, “I wonder who’s more popular at these idiotic parties, you or your wife?”
Of course, Pansy had appeared behind him just as the question left Ron’s mouth and was all too interested when Harry laughed and said, “Probably me. I am the prettier one, you know.”
He’d meant it as a joke. She’d taken it as a challenge.
So, the conditions were thus: the first one to admit to the other their own inferiority had to be the other one’s slave for a week. And until that happened, no sex. Ron told him to give in, that it wasn’t worth it, but Ron and Hermione had never understood much about his relationship with Pansy.
This was a matter of pride. Harry Potter didn’t back down. Harry Potter didn’t admit defeat. Harry Potter didn’t…
At that moment, his wife walked into the bedroom in her tightest sweater and a skirt that could only be described as ‘nonexistent.’ He imagined grabbing her hand as she passed, pulling her down on top of him, making her sweater as nonexistent as her skirt…
No! Harry Potter didn’t get beaten. Harry Potter didn’t…
Fuck it.
“Alright! Alright, you win! Pansy Parkinson is smarter, prettier, more popular, and all-around better than me!”
She shot him a smug grin and barely got out the words “Damn straight” before she was on the bed and his lips were on hers.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 364
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Cursing and sexiness.
Summary: Harry can take a challenge.
Author’s Notes: Written for round one, challenge one at the Harry/Pansy LDWS competition. The prompt was "No one ever choked to death swallowing their pride."
Harry was determined. He didn’t care what she said, what she did, or how short her skirt became. He didn’t care what it took, he would win this, the most difficult battle of his life.
The bet had started at one of the ridiculous Ministry galas she always insisted he take her to. If there was one thing Pansy Parkinson was good at, it was showing off, and she loved doing it.
The whole thing had been Ron’s fault. He was always just as bored as Harry was at those things, even though the two of them were almost constantly surrounded by people. During one of the few free moments they had, Ron had turned to him with a laugh. “I was just thinking,” he said, “I wonder who’s more popular at these idiotic parties, you or your wife?”
Of course, Pansy had appeared behind him just as the question left Ron’s mouth and was all too interested when Harry laughed and said, “Probably me. I am the prettier one, you know.”
He’d meant it as a joke. She’d taken it as a challenge.
So, the conditions were thus: the first one to admit to the other their own inferiority had to be the other one’s slave for a week. And until that happened, no sex. Ron told him to give in, that it wasn’t worth it, but Ron and Hermione had never understood much about his relationship with Pansy.
This was a matter of pride. Harry Potter didn’t back down. Harry Potter didn’t admit defeat. Harry Potter didn’t…
At that moment, his wife walked into the bedroom in her tightest sweater and a skirt that could only be described as ‘nonexistent.’ He imagined grabbing her hand as she passed, pulling her down on top of him, making her sweater as nonexistent as her skirt…
No! Harry Potter didn’t get beaten. Harry Potter didn’t…
Fuck it.
“Alright! Alright, you win! Pansy Parkinson is smarter, prettier, more popular, and all-around better than me!”
She shot him a smug grin and barely got out the words “Damn straight” before she was on the bed and his lips were on hers.