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A/N: Written for Challenge #235 ~ Mood at slashthedrabble.
A/N2: Also written in response to hamimifk's request for a Ginny/Pansy fic. Hey, hope this short thing is acceptable?
A/N3: As always, do review to let me know if you like or even dislike the drabble. Review are always appreciated! Oh, and feel free to drop prompts and/or make fic requests.
Pansy gasps harshly, her eyes closing against her will and her back arching as Ginny thrusts a final time and drops butterfly kisses along Pansy's collarbone. She trembles almost violently in Ginny's arms – their overheated skin moulded together and there is no clarity as to where one starts and the other ends.
"Pansy," Ginny whispers hotly against the brunette's throat, trailing warm, wet fingers up Pansy's rapidly contracting and expanding abdominal muscles. "Open your eyes," she demands quietly, caressing the underside of one breast.
Pansy's eyes open, stars on the backs of her eyelids only now slowly receding and Ginny first comes blurry into her field of vision.
Ginny smiles and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss. "I love you," Ginny declares against Pansy's lips.
Pansy blinks. "You don't mean that," she hisses.
"I do," Ginny persists, moving both her hands up to cup Pansy's cheeks. "I love you so much, Pansy Parkinson." A brief flicker of worry passes across Ginny's face. "I – do you – I mean, do you feel the same?"
Pansy laughs. "I've only waited a whole decade to hear you tell me that," she replies thickly, tears in her eyes and heart in her throat.
Ginny beams hopefully. "So, you do feel the same?"
"Yes, I love you too, Ginny Weasley," Pansy breathes. "I always have and always will."
Tears well up in Ginny's ears and she whispers, "Good, because I intend to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Good," Pansy repeats, smiling.