The Perils Of Pansy Parkinson
Warning: The following content is rated Mature, and includes several profanities, inappropriate gestures and language relate to teenage sexual promiscuity, and later enough VERY graphic sexual conduct, you cheeky bastards ;) ENJOY!
1. If you can't hang Granger, then there's the door
Pansy Parkinson smirks as she boards the Hogwarts Express. The Slytherin Prefect struts down the aisle, as boys nearly break their necks to peek at her oddly tanned and toned legs from her summer in America with her family. The first week there had done no justice to the poor U.K native, catching a nasty sunburn and being forced to stay in while her slag of a cousin frolicked around her pool, conudoling with those darling All-American boys, but in the end it had all paid of leaving her with a gorgeous tan glow to the envy of all her associates.
Mutters from horny sexually inexperianced underclassmen fill her ears with lustful desires that would make any girls knickers flood with betrayl of their pureblood codes, or perhaps if too prudsish stupiefy them at the slip of their tounges. But, Pansy knew they were just empty threats of being bound to a four post wall bed, and being fucked mercilessly behind Ravenclaw's Quidditch post(As if she would ever with a lass. She learned her lesson from the Yule Ball. The nerve of blokes these days) which made a chuckle escape past her lips. Who was she to deny a boy of his fantasies?
She shut the compartment door behind her as she enters one filled predominetly of fifth, sixth & seventh years. She exchanges a disgusted glare with the bush-haired, know-it-all golden Gryffindor girl, Granger as she cuddled up to Weasleebee, before she catches sight of her closest associate. She had no true friends, because she trusted no one.
The brunette chuckles as she brings the glass of Amber liquid to her lips and pretends to be intrested in Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini's Quidditch talk. She pushes back one of her flawless chocolate ringlets and rolls her eyes before catching sight of her mate. "Well, Well, Well look what the dementors drug in? Why, you sure don't look like you've gotte W.A.I.D's, though perhaps those hippogriff extensions are just a coverup." She smirks playfully bringing the glass back to her lips again.
"Don't push your luck, Davis." Pansy says simply, walking up and snatching the glass out of her head. She takes a sip from it and feels the familiar burn as the liquid rushes down her throat "Firewhiskey, before Twilight? Whatever has become of my little innocent, virgin, Tracey Davis?"
Tracey giggles and changes the subject "See you haven't gotten my letters lately?"
"Yours of anyones for that matter. Summer in America, fabulous place it is, with fabulous boys. I must tell you abou it later." She winks, scooting besides her. She had missed Davis slightly, unable to diveluge her heart out in letters of her primiscuous experiences.
"Another story of how you are incapable of keeping your legs closed, oh do tell Parkinson." Draco pips in sarcastically, earning a deadly glare from the undisputed Slytherin Princess. Oh, merlin how he had filled out since last year, it almost made her knickers flood with betrayl of the hatred she felt in her heart for him. "Will it be as riviting as the last one with Blaise, last term? Or, will it exclude you giving head?"
Pansy smiles as she looks over though her eyes told a different stories of irrtation for the Slytherin Prince, almost as if she was pleased to be in his presence. "Oh, Draco dear, I almost forgot you exsisted," She says sweetly, as if she was talking to an old friend, though that was far from what the two were "And, you are quite the one to judge, shall the Prince of Slytherin share of his promotion of gaining slag underclassmen's wantons or have you switched to a new agenda of Celebicay this summer that could make a smile crack on owl nest Granger's face?" She says sharply
"Maybe you shouldn't have such hypocritcial, contridicting views, love." Pansy shrugs earning a snickers from Tracey, Theo, Millcent, and Crabbe. Goyle remains as sour faced as Draco as if he has been insulted himself, and nudges Crabbe in the gut, cutting his laughter once and for all.
"Who said I was being hypocritical, Parkinson? At least I have some self-restraint, where I bet you can barley go twenty-four hours without having someone's cock shoved down your throat." Draco sneers, his face contorting with disgust, as Crabbe, Goyle & Millicent chuckle heartily.
Pansy seems unfazed by his comeback and takes another swig of Tracey's firewhiskey "Har, Har. That's about as orginal as Hufflepuff house. Shouldn't you be reflecting those slag comments towards the Greengrasses?" She says harshly. For years Pansy held some resenment to the gorgeous Greeengrass sisters, mostly Daphne. She envied the blond trollph naturally for her stunning looks which sh eruined by having every Slytherin & Gryffindor's cum shooting down her pretty little throat. But she wasn't enraged by that, she more than respected Greengrasses ability to woo any boy with a wink of those dazzling green eyes. Something else about her had pissed her off worse than the Dark Lord when he realized Harry Potter had escaped from his clutches once again Fourth year.
"Speaking of the slag," Tracey mutters looking up and seeing the blonds strut down, like they owned the damn place.
"Leave her out of this Parkinson." Draco snarls.
"Don't you mean them? I always thought slags came in two." Pansy smirks ignoring the fact that both Greengrass sisters were glaring at her with looks that could kill.
"Shove off, Pansy." Astoria flips back her blond ringlets "Don't you have anything better to do then talk shite about my sister and I, like shove Blaise's cock down your throat?"A smirk creeps up her face, that made Pansy want to crucio it off her fucking face.
They just wouldn't get off about that incident! It was the end of term last year, and Slytherin was throwing a marvelous rager in their common room while the noble Potter, and his followers went off to save Sirus Black. Vincent had spiked the usual pumpkin juice, and butterbeers with firewhiskey from the stocks in the kitchen bellow, little known to Pansy and Tracey. Four butterbeers later, A very, very tipsy Pansy found herself tangled in the muscular, trained hands of Blaise Zabini, Someone she had almost considered her actual friend and about the best fuck in her five year at Hogwarts.
She had been pretty damn sure that Zabini thought the same thing, after seeing his face both when she sucked him off,and after the very rough, hot sex they had. But, assured to both of them it was nothing, and the two never spoke again for the awkward factor of where to pick after that.
"Don't you have anything better to do than talk about Zabini and I, and have multiple cock shoved down your throat, Astoria?" Pansy smirks victoriously, watching the girls face contort in anger.
"Oh, ignore her 'Storia, she's not worth our energy." Daphne says, sliding herself onto Draco's lap.
"Your sisters right, you have to save up your energy for the multiple blow jobs your going to give after the start-of-term- feast." Tracey quips in, earning a chuckle from everyone except Draco, the Greengrasses, and Crabbe and Goyle.
Daphne ignores her comment and turn to Draco with a perfect smile gracing her face "Summer's been too long Dragon." She purrs before crashing her lips into his in a rough, evidently sexually tensed kiss.
The compartment fell into an awkward silence as Pansy clenches tightly to the glass. That was the exact reason why she wanted to Avada Kedavra the girl, not because of her gorgeous looks or her slag-like ways. Because she was able to wrap her arms around Draco Malfoy and snog him mercilessly without him retching at the sight of her. Because, she, just like all the other girls Draco Malfoy had fucked, he found them sexually attractive.
The glass shaters in Pansy's hand, and penetrated her skin as she still clenches her hand tightly into a fist, ignoring the pinch from the glass in her skin.
"Pansy!" Tracey snaps, bringing the prefect back into reality
"What Davis- OH FUCK!" She groans as the blood drips onto the table from her hand. She gets up as Tracey pulls her into a side closet. She pushes the curtains back, and mutters a healing spell.
"Motherfucker," Pansy hisses.
"Oi, what the bloody hell was that? Were you trying to give me a fright?"
"Oh, calm yourself Trace. It was just a bit of uncontrollable magic, nothing shock worthy." Pansy rolls her eyes simply, flexing her newly healed hand.
"Uncontrollable magic, if that isn't the biggest load of rubbish I've ever heard-"
Millicent Bulstrode interupts peeking her head in "Is everything alright, Pansy?"
"Everything's brilliant Millie, not as though you'd actually care. I bet you couldn't help but nose in at the thought of two girls alone in a room, I wonder how soaked your knickers are." Pansy says, pushing the large girl out of the way only to walk into Granger "Bloody fucking hell..." She mutters.
"Time for rounds," The bushy haired girl says, looking at the gorgeous girl who demeaned her for years. "Millicent informed me you're a prefect, Merlin knows how." She huffs.
Pansy rolls her eyes "Well, f-" A smirk crawls on hr face as she remembers that Draco had also received a prefect badge. She remembered her mother informing her as if she actually cared of her and Narcissa friendship, but realized she'd share a room within a close radius of his and a common room. Oh, how lovely this year would be "Excellent, Draco & I will tend the lower secti-"
"Too late. Cho and Susan are tending the lower, Draco and Ronald have optited to stay here, leaving up with the upper compartments." Hermione says turning the table around once more. Draco probably couldn't have standed to stay with Pansy.
She sees a sly smirk crawl on Draco's face as they catch each others gaze, as he pretends to be intrested in Weaslebee's conversation. "Fucking great," She mutters again "Let's get this over with Granger."
Ten minutes later, and having checked nine compartments, Pansy wanted someone to 'Avada Kedavra' her and be done with it. Granger scolded Pansy nearly the entire time she had at least tried to diffuse the awkward tension out of the limited kidness of her cold heart, but Granger stayed artic. One particularly nasty critique on Pansy's sense of style left Pansy no other choice but to tell the girl to at least try to comb her hair or use some hair products to make her hair supermodel worthy, rahter then comparable to a hippogriff's arse.
Those harsh words finally shut her trap as Granger and her neared towards the tenth and final compartment. Pansy disarms the simple silencing charm and pulls back the door as a cloud of smoke hits the duo square in the face. Granger hunches over sputtering in a coughing fit, while Pansy finds the smell darling and exotic. Familiar to the herb she found in her cousin, Ariel's room while giving head to that blond boy she fancied.
As the smoke clears, she finds a slightly similar scene. The weaslette gasps as her cheeks burn a tomato color. She unhands the chose one's dick and giggles, the herb clearing affecting her state of mind as well as golden boy who has the white hand-wrapper ciggarette with a grin that resembled every guy Pansy'd blown after-orgasiming. The little trolloph Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas stare at the two like a wizard in a dementors path.
Hermione staggers up and sneezes. As she looks into the compartment her eyes nearly buldge out of their sockets "Ginny? Harry, Dean? What the bloody hell is going on here?"
A smirk dances on Pansy's face "Oh, Granger, don't be a drama queen, it's quite obvious what they're doing only a troll wouldn't be able to comprehend."
Hermione ignores Pansy's comment "Illegal drugs, seriously Ginny? Where the hell did you get these from?" She hisses.
"Well, Deam scored some from this fancy dealer over in Man—what's it called.. oh, 'Chester!" Ginny giggles petting Harry's leg.
"Have you all gone mental? What would Dumbledore think Harry? Or Mrs. Weasley, Ginny?"
"Mummy's got too many kids to notice me!" Ginny says biting her lip.
" And Dumbledore thinks it's righteo for me to hang loose." Harry chuckles in an American accent before thrusting his tounge into Ginny's mouth.
Pansy laughs airly while glancing into Hermione's dark, rage filled eyes.
"I'm reporting this to Professor McGonagall as soon as we arrive." She huffs.
"Oh, Granger it's all just good old fun. Give them a break."
" A break? They're breaking abouyt 20 school rules current-"
"But we're technically not in school now, and I don't think you want to begin the semester by deducting 400 points from the lions and being hated by your entire house." Pansy says "Perhaps, the entires school and you know what happens if you can't hang Granger.." She waves goodbye making Hermione's eyes widen.
"They wouldn't! They can't! My grades are flawless-"
"Then I suggest you keep your abnormally large bush out of others busniess and pretend that this incident never occurred, and nothing like this will happen. Clear?" Pansy smirks.
"No evidence of this left behind when we get off." Granger warns, gulping and as she begins to walk off, Pansy mutters
"Obliviate." Wiping her memory clean of the last five minutes.
She smirks pivitoing on her heels as Harry and Ginny finally part. Drool drips from the Weaslette's chin and Pansy tries not to gag. "Weaslett—Ginny." She says sweetly, sliding into the compartment and sitting besides Lavender "Now, that boring old Grangers out, tell me how you really got that." She points to the joint in Weaslette's larger, bony hands.
A smirk crawls onto the Weaslette's face as she presses her hand to the side of her face "I promised Dean I'd blow his bollocks off for it, Wicked isn't it?" She says loudly though she meant to whisper it. "His family spends a summer in Canada every year, great Canadians these muddle sare." She giggles before taking a short drag.
"Muggle drugs?
Lavender nods her head "Well, not legal here. In Canada it is, Cannabis is" She sighs finally identifying the mysterious drug to Pansy.
"Cannabis? And, the function of this?" Pansy presses
"To feel lighter than air, it's like after an orgasm. Try it." Ginny says coughing and passing it toward her.
Pansy hesitates. Did she really want to risk filling her pure blooded wizard lungs and brain with something as considerably foul as a muggle medical substance. As she is about to retreat the intoxicating smell of the herb fills her lungs again, drawing her off the edge as if it had been a magnetic force pulling it to her. She takes it in between her blood stained fingernails and brings it to her lips. It tickles her lungs as she inhales it and she desperately feels the need to cough but holds it back not wanting to appear like a ponce.
She holds it for a few seconds not knowing what to do or what to say at the group of not so goody-two shoed lions, before blowing the smoke out like the seductress they all knew she was. That was when the high rushed over her, and she began to feel like she was on cloud nine, nothing had ever calmed her to a point where she felt like even a dementor couldn't scare her out of her wits.
She felt like someone had used a jelly jinx on her legs as they began to grow numb. She slumps in her seat and her eyes lull over as if she had taken a calming drought.
"Bloody hell, she's a natural." Harry says, snatching it out of the Slytherin princess' fingertips.
"Who said I was done yet, Potter?" She says camly, snatching it back, and pinching it tightly between her thumb and index finger. She takes another drag as silence takes over the compartment once more.
Tracey huffs in irritation as Millie continues to carry on about her less than amusing summer holidays in Chile like the Slytherin Princess' companion actually gave a damn. For the last hour, she had listened to enough Quidditch talk, heard enough of Daphne's moans, and Millie's pig-like laughter from Astoria's ranchy tales to last her ages. She thanked Salazar as almost a half an hour since Pansy's departure, she heard the compartment door open and shut, but much to her disappointment it was only Bushy haired granger who arrived solo. Her face burning a scarlet red, and tears obviously prickling her large chestnut eyes as she slipped back into her seat with weaselbee unnoticed by the iddly wrapped up Slytherins.
She shook the thought of it as nothing as her mate, probably cumming off whatever sexual tension she held with in her for Draco. She knew it was there, she always just waited for Pansy to admit the fact that she was just like every other girl, and wanted the Slytherin Prince with great passion. She follows Millie to a carriage and climbs on it. Millie sits beside her a little too close for comfort and reeking of what smelled like cheap perfume, and Tracey soon felt the need to vomit and stupiefy the girl already, that was until her eyes had set on the golden boy she had been eyeing since her first year at hogwarts.
Oh, had puberty had been good to the boy. His hair is tousled in a way that made all the girls swoon, his dazzling green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, and his ruby lips pursued out as a cigarette captivates his mouth as well as a smug smirk as Neville lit it for it. Tracey felt her newly not so innocent knickers flood with arousal as he locked eyes with her.
"Is it alright if we ride with you ladies?" Harry asks in his gruff, sexy voice that made Tracey nearly cream that moment.
Pansy's words of advice echoed throughout Tracey's head. No hesitation, sit up straight, smile sexily,and eye contact WILL get you laid, Davis. Just follow my rules and the golden boy will be trailing after you in no time.
"Cour-'
"No." Millie says quickly, earning an elbow in the gut from Tracey.
"Of course you can, there's more than enough room for everyone," Tracey says sickly sweet, before burning an icy glare into Millicent. "Except for you Millie, reckon you can catch the next one."
"But this is the last carriage, and it's getting dark." Millie whimpers as she grabs her bags.
"Then, I guess you'll enjoy walking, plus you need the excersize, yeah Bulstrode." Harry chuckles, hopping on and taking Millicent's seat beside Tracey. "Wouldn't wanna get Theo mad, when Quidditch season picks up, and Gryffindor kicks you bum again."
Millicent mutters a slew of obscenities, tossing her bag into a mud pile, and hopping off.
Tracey grins, and waves as the carriage moves onward. She turns to stare at the golden boy most of the ride, as Longbottom and him carry on a conversation about Quidditch. Bloody hell, the boy was no better than Blaise or Theo with Quidditch talk, which could get dull faster than Professor Snape's potion lesson, but something about Harry made it all the more interesting.
".. I mean I can't deny, that Krum's a brilliant seeker, but that was just a bloody terrible move, last night." Neville says as Harry takes a drag of his cigarette.
"He WAS a brilliant seeker, until yule ball. Once he lost his virtue, don't know what the bloody hell happen that made him so awful." Harry says looking over at her with a half grin that made her heart skip beats.
"Yes, but I don't think it was just that, every seeker's been off lately. Did you see the Chuddle-"
"Oi, off with it Neville. Don't wanna bore the girl to tears." Harry says simply, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing smoke into Tracey's face. "Fancy a drag?"
Tracey blushes slightly "Uhm, thanks, but I don't smoke. And you're not boring me to tears, not yet at least."
Harry grin turns into a full blown smirk "Wicked humor eh?" The carriage stops at the gates and Harry collects his bag. "Suit yourself, let's go Nev. Can't leave Ginny, nor Hannah waiting." He tosses his bag off his shoulder "Thanks for the ride, Talon." He winks climbing off.
Tracey's heart sank. He called her Talon? That wasn't even close to her bloody name. "What a turn off!" She huffs, but remembers the wink he gave her after the offer of his cigarette. He totally was digging her. She smiles and walks forward to the baggage check, and sees a commotion stirring between Pansy and Flitwick.
"This is highly unacceptable, you little twerp." Pansy stamps her foot animatedly as she glares a deadly enough glare to petrify anyone. "I just wanna get on the bloody ride!"
Tracey rushes to the front, pushing down underclassmen "What's going on?" She huffs looking over at Pansy.
"TRACEY!" Pansy shouts nearly knocking over with a hug so out of her character."Thank Salazar, you're here, this talking sign refuses to let me on the bloody roller coaster!" She whines, strangely.
Unresponsive to the hug, Tracey furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she averts her gaze to Flitwick.
"I have no idea what she's talking about! She went hysterical after I checker her trunk. Bit me, she did!
Pansy looks into Tracey's honey glazed eyes and Tracey notices they were glazed over, and her mate reeked of an unfamiliar herb that nearly made Tracey vomit on the spot. "Bloody hell." She mutters.
"Professor Flitwick, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation, but it seems tome Pansy is exhibiting quite odd behavior, relating to inhalation of an illegal substance- muggle term, but drugs." The redhead weaslette says innocently, with a look of concern of her face, that Tracey could see right through. That bitch despised Pansy & Tracey, and Slytherin house, made no effort to hide her hatred. That bitch was definitely behind it.
"Illegal substances?" Professor Flitwick gasps, gullible feeding into Ginevera Weasley's tale.
"Yes, my father, tampers with muggle things, and described this to me. These symptoms from a very common muggle substance known as marijunna."
"Are you sure that Ms. Parkinson is succumbing to the effects of that.. Ms. Weasley?"
"Absolutely! I also found this in her truck," She says pulling out, a bag of the green substance.
"Your conclussion is completely off it, Weaslette." Tracey lies, trying to saver her mate's arse from expulsion "It's clearly..troll.. nose hairs covered in mucus! Needed for.. uhh... POTIONS! Yes, that uh new potions teacher required it for all sixth years."
Ginny glares at Tracey and grits through her teeth in a sickly sweet tone "If my conclusion in so off, explain her behavior, Davis." She spat out her name.
Tracey thinks for a moment before looking at the ginger, she despised since second year "A bit under the weather and insomatic for days from potion preparation, can make anyone go a bit screwy. Any more questions, Weasley?" She smirks victoriously, watching Ginny twithc.
"No, I apologize for my innaccurate information, wish Pansy the best for me." Ginny says inching closer to Tracey's face "This isn't over, bitch." She huffs and joins Lavender and Taylor Daynes.
Ignoring Flitwick's further questioning, Tracey tugs onto Pansy's arm and drags her up the dirt road.
"TRACEY! WHERE ARE WE GOING, I WANNA RIDE THE PONY!" Pansy whines.
"We're gonna fix you, and find out what that redheaded slag, Weaslette drugged you with." Tracey says before muttering a silencing charm to hush Pansy's whining.
AN:/ A bit shorter than I had hoped but it's the first one, longer ones to come ;)