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A/N: Hello beautiful souls! Some of you may know this fic as The Damn Unnamed Ginsy, but I have finally settled on a real name. HA! Anyway, quick here in the beginning, I wanted to get a few things out there. This fic will cover some hard topics, such as depression, self-harm (though not explicitily, only mentioned/referenced), coming out (to self and others), and the after effects of a childhood of trauma and war. If you are sensitive to any of these things, please proceed with caution.

Alright, I love you all and hope you enjoy this!

P.S. - I am going to update bi-weekly as of now.

xoxo, Luc

CHAPTER ONE

It's a Gay Bar, Weasley

It was overly crowded. Wednesday nights weren't usually this busy, but apparently, the week leading up to the five year anniversary of Voldemort's defeat was full of nights that demanded to be celebrated.

Or, alternatively, as it were, nights that demanded to be forgotten.

She crossed her legs, looking down to admire her new shoes. They had been ordered custom from Paris—very red, very high, and very expensive. She had intended them to be her fuck me heels, but when the shop owled her today and said they were in, she couldn't not try them out tonight, even if she didn't plan on fucking anyone.

She bit her lip as a blonde wearing a deliciously short dress walked by, her hips swaying back and forth, giving the slightest peek as to what kind of knickers the witch was—or wasn't—wearing.

Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. Tonight was about drowning her sorrows, not picking up women. Five years after the war ended and she was still living off her dead father's Gringotts vault, drinking in bars, and sleeping around.

She always told herself that throwing money away on drinks and women would greatly disturb her father, and the image of him rolling over in his grave gave her too much joy for her to quit now.

Five years, though. Her friends were either settling down or in serious relationships, moving up and advancing in their careers, or disgustingly happy flitting around the world as they explored with their girlfriends, studying bloody made up creatures and reading magazines upside down like everything was ordinary.

So she drank. A lot. Until she wasn't worried about anything anymore.

That had been her goal tonight. Which is why she sat at the far side of the club tucked away on a corner stool at the end of the bar. She'd already told Chase, the exceptionally queer barkeep—who was sporting bright pink hair at the moment—that she would decline anyone who tried to buy her a drink tonight, and requested that he tell anyone who asked to kindly fuck off.

He'd laughed, asked what had her knickers in a twist, decided that 'who was he kidding, she probably wasn't wearing knickers',and wondered 'wasn't she happy to be celebrating Voldemort's defeat'?

She'd asked for a gin and tonic and ignored the rest.

And now here she was, quietly working her way through her fourth drink, nowhere near drunk enough to be able to forget what day it was, people watching.

Pathetic.

It's no wonder Pansy noticed her immediately when she walked in.

xxx

Regret.

Was it regret she was feeling or just crippling fear?

She shouldn't have come. What had she been thinking? Tonight of all nights? The place was packed, someone was bound to recognise her. And even if they didn't, there were just too many people; it was overwhelming. Honestly, what had she been thinking?

Alcohol. She needed alcohol for this.

Four excuse me's, several bumps and one possibly intentional butt grab later, and she was standing at the bar. She must have looked desperate because the bartender made his way over to her immediately, smiling brightly.

"Aww, you look like you need a drink, babe," he said, winking at her. He had pink hair, lilac polish on his nails, and a white v-neck tee that looked to be hand painted with the words 'HOMO' in all caps and holographic rainbow, and then a much smaller all black 'sapien' below that.

"Uh, yeah… just a—a pint of lager, please," she said, looking around to see if she spotted anyone she knew. Turning back, she quickly added, "A shot of firewhisky, too."

She wasn't sure if she would be relieved if she did see someone, or duck and hide.

"I'm Chase, Chaseypoo," he said, singing the last bit—apparently his nickname, or something. He slid the shot over before tapping the beer hose with his wand and filling up the glass, placing it in front of her. "First time here?"

She tipped back the shot. "Is it that obvious?"

"I've been doing this a long time." He shrugged and placed an elbow on the counter. "You picked a hell of a night, red. What's the occasion?"

She sighed. "I don't know," she said honestly.

He squealed. He actually squealed, clapped his hands together dramatically, and then put his second elbow on the counter, leaning as close to her as he could. "Not just your first time here, then. First time anywhere!"

"It's not a big deal," she said quickly, not wanting him to draw any attention to her.

"Closet, then." Shrugging, he stood and winked at her once more before someone down the bar waved and he left to tend to them.

She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. The lights were dim here, but it seemed that everyone around her was having a good time—laughing, dancing to the music, or tucked away in intimate booths doing who knows what. It seemed like just about any other nightclub she'd been to.

A dark-haired girl walked up to the bar and stood next to her, leaning over the counter and signalling the bartender—Chase—that she was ready to order. When her gaze—seemingly of its own accord—travelled down the line of the brunette's back and fell onto her bum, a blush crept up her cheeks and she quickly turned away, taking a large gulp of her beer. She was by herself, in a queer bar, checking out women.

It was no wonder Ginny was questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.

xxx

Pansy watched as the lady Weasley ordered a drink from Chase and wondered what in the world she was doing in this bar. This was a frequent spot for Pansy, and she'd never seen the redhead here before, or at any of the very few gay wizarding bars there were. It was a fairly tight community and Pansy prided herself on knowing most of everything that went on within it.

Ginny Weasley was not a name she'd heard in any of her circles.

Actually, the last she'd heard about the girl was that she was dating some Quidditch player who flew for Puddlemere—a very good looking one, at that—after she and Potter broke up over three years ago. Since then she'd been completely off Pansy's radar.

Not that she kept tabs on the woman for Salazar's sake, but when Draco had started dating Potter, Pansy had been curious as to how the scorned lover had reacted.

According to Potter, Weaslette had been utterly non-reactive. She'd forgiven him when he thought he needed it, and let him go. Somehow the wizarding world's most beloved couple had managed a quiet, private break up.

And now, three years later, Pansy was watching Ginny Weasley not so subtly check out the arse of the brunette witch standing next to her.

It was going to be an interesting night.

xxx

Ginny finished her beer in record time and was ready to order another by the time Chase had come back to her end of the bar to help the girl next to her. She stuck with beer, trying to keep her expression neutral as she looked around the room and saw the people. Being gay wasn't exactly frowned upon in the wizarding world, but it wouldn't be flaunted either. It was a quiet thing, usually kept behind closed doors and not often talked about. Only in recent years was it becoming socially acceptable to be 'out.'

Here though, Ginny's eyes wandered from the two guys who were dancing together, one grinding his arse into the other's crotch, to the two girls flirting at one of the tables, to—huh—to a guy and a girl snogging in the corner.

Ginny was still staring at the pair when a voice interrupted. "I'm not sure how you do it in straight bars, but a stare that intense is a little creepy here," Chase said over her shoulder.

She blushed and turned to apologise, but was relieved to see that he was actually laughing.

"I just—do straight people come here?" she asked, confused.

"We don't exactly ask for your gay card at the door, baby cakes." He chuckled, glancing back briefly at the couple she had been ogling. "That's Stella and Ross, queer as queer can be."

When Ginny's confused expression did not change, Chase took pity on her and leaned in, whispering in her ear. "I'm not telling you anything she doesn't proudly tell anyone who asks, but it's been Stella for about four years now. Before that, it was Stellan."

Ginny blushed. "Oh," was all she could think to say.

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Pansy tried to push the ginger witch out of her thoughts but curiosity was eating her up. She didn't like not knowing things, especially things like this. She finished her drink, waving Chase down to order another. While he poured, he must have caught her looking at Weaslette.

"I didn't realise redheads were your type, Pans." He smirked and placed the tumbler in front of her.

"They aren't," she muttered irritably.

"You've been coming here for nearly five years, dollface. I know how you look when you're interested in a bird."

"Fuck off, Chase."

He laughed, taking her empty glass in one hand and blowing her a kiss with the other before leaving her alone once again.

She watched as the lady Weasley stood there awkwardly, looking around the room. It was obvious she was out of her element and Pansy almost felt bad for the girl. Tonight had not been a good night to test the waters here.

Ginny pulled the elastic from the end of her braid, shaking out her hair slightly and running a hand through the tousled curls nervously.

"Fuck," she whispered to herself. "Not your type, Pansy. Leave it alone."

xxx

Ginny tried to relax. She felt like anyone with half a brain would be able to tell how nervous and uncomfortable she was, and that was not something she wanted to advertise. She let her hair down and took the seat she'd been standing by, twisting slightly so that her back wasn't to the room.

She was already here, she might as well enjoy it. Or at least try not to drown in her own nervousness. So far, she hadn't seen anyone she knew or even recognised, and no one had come screaming at her that she wasn't allowed to be here.

Ginny had been working up the courage to come here for longer than she cared to admit— there was no reason to back out now.

The brunette witch that she had eyed earlier turned toward Ginny and flashed a gorgeous smile. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," Ginny replied, butterflies in her stomach.

She rested her hand on Ginny's thigh. "Want to dance?"

"Oh, uh, well, thanks, but… I was actually just heading to the loo." Ginny jumped off the stool and, after quickly glancing around, hurried off to the restroom, trying not to hyperventilate.

xxx

Pansy couldn't help but smile at how adorable Weasley looked literally running away from another witch flirting with her. She wasn't surprised when Ginny had been approached, the woman was bloody gorgeous, even if it was obvious she didn't realise it herself. She was wearing an oversized white jumper and a red skirt that somehow, miraculously, didn't clash with her hair.

It pained Pansy to admit it, but she was bloody attracted to a Weasley.

Which is why when she saw the redhead jump off that stool and race toward the loo, she quickly downed her own drink and followed after her—obviously with much more poise than Weasley had shown in her haste to run away.

xxx

Ginny pushed open the door to the loo and hurried inside. Letting out a deep sigh, she braced her back against the wall and brought her hands up to her face.

"What were you thinking?" she groaned.

She should have talked to Harry and made him come with her. He was the only one she could imagine confiding to, and he would have been right at home here. He would have been able to calm her down.

Ginny inhaled sharply and straightened up when the door was pushed open. While she knew it wasn't strange for girls to refresh in the loo at bars, it was frowned upon to talk to oneself.

When she saw the witch who walked in, her jaw dropped.

xxx

Pansy walked up to the mirror, watching Weasley in the reflection as she reapplied her lipstick, finishing with a charm to keep it from smearing or transferring.

"Just because the walls in here are red, Weasley, doesn't mean you'll blend in." Pansy turned to face the startled woman pressed up against the wall.

"Hi Pansy, fancy seeing you here," she supplied when she got no answer from Ginny. "Oh, me? I come here all the time. You however, do not. What are you doing here, Weasley?"

"I… uh… Well," she stuttered over her words, clearly unsure how to answer. "Why are you here?"

Pansy took three steps until she was right in Ginny's personal space. "It's a gay bar, Weasley. I'm gay."

xxx

She was standing incredibly close. So close, that Ginny could smell her perfume. It surprised her that she liked it.

"It's a gay bar, Weasley. I'm gay."

"Oh, right. Actually, Harry told me that, I think," she said, unable to form a coherent thought as Pansy had put her hands up against the wall, effectively trapping Ginny.

"Surprisingly, he forgot to mention to me that you were, too."

"Oh, I'm not…" she said, shaking her head. "I'm just, uh, I'm just here…"

"Don't bother making anything up, Weasley. I don't care," Pansy said. She had leant even closer, and Ginny's breath hitched.

xxx

"You're cute when you're nervous," she said, watching a blush rise up to cover Ginny's freckled cheeks. She wasn't wearing makeup, and surprisingly, Pansy found she quite liked that.

"I—" Ginny's voice broke, and Pansy took pity on the poor girl. She'd obviously not done this before.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Weasley."

xxx

Ginny didn't have time to react before Pansy was leaning forward, brushing their lips together until she felt like she was melting. She felt that kiss all the way to her core, and as Pansy's tongue swept across her own, Ginny couldn't find it in her to care that she was snogging Pansy Parkinson in the loo. When Pansy dropped one of her hands to grip her waist, sliding it under her jumper until it met bare skin, Ginny lost all semblance of thought and lost herself to the kiss completely.

She groaned and kissed her back needily, bringing her own hands up to cup the witch's face.

xxx

Pansy continued to snog Ginny, amazed at how much she was enjoying it. When she lightly bit the redhead's lower lip, pulling it between her teeth, Pansy felt Ginny shudder and moan, and it only served to motivate her. She wanted to hear more of those sounds.

She moved her hand from the wall and placed it on the side of Ginny's head, running her fingers through the fiery locks as Ginny reached out and gripped her waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss was hot, needy, and sensual all at the same time, and Pansy didn't ever want it to end.

Shit, she thought as she pulled away, panting. It wasn't supposed to have been like that. It wasn't supposed to have been that good. Bloody hell, where did the girl learn to kiss like that?

xxx

Ginny caught her breath and tried to stop her hands from trembling. Pansy was looking at her with a surprised expression, and she didn't know what to make of that.

"I'm… I'm not a lesbian," Ginny said under her breath.

That seemed to break Pansy out of her trance. She laughed, sounding delighted.

"Oh sweetie, there are more options than just straight or gay," she said, smiling wickedly as she turned on her incredibly red heels and left the loo, leaving Ginny alone.

Walking to the sink, Ginny turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water.

She had just kissed Pansy Parkinson.

No. Pansy Parkinson had just kissed her.

But she'd kissed back.

"What. The. Fuck," she whispered to herself slowly before exiting the bathroom and practically running out of the nightclub to the nearest apparition point.

A/N: Alright, let me know what you think! Sending love to you all!