Pansy's Little Accident... by HPFangirl71
A/N: This is a little Drabble I wrote for a contest held on LiveJournal... just thought I'd bring over here to share, thanks
"Fred is that you?" Pansy yelled out, hearing the screen door bang shut downstairs. She smiled as she thought of the red headed scamp she'd been dating the past six months. They were secretly meeting for an afternoon of fun. Thankfully, dating a Weasley twin was anything but boring.
Pansy let herself downstairs, wondering why she'd gotten no response. As she entered the kitchen, she spotted him… pilfering milk from the fridge like a kid. "Why didn't you answer me?" she inquired. Surprised, he spun around. His milk glass fell shattering to pieces. Pansy paid it no attention as she grabbed his hand.
"Pansy…" he stammered as her lips cut his reply short. His kiss seemed different somehow, almost hesitant. Perhaps he was second guessing this rendezvous, worried his family would return and catch them. Pansy wasn't worried much, knowing the Weasleys had long afternoon plans at Diagon Alley.
She deepened the kiss, as she removed his shirt. Her hands grazed his chest, eliciting a soft moan. He pulled her closer, murmuring in her ear "We shouldn't Pansy…" She misunderstood his hesitation, stifling his protests with more kisses. His apprehension ceased as she began unzipping his jeans. He nuzzled at her neck as he fumbled with her buttons. His hands cupped her firm breasts and he rubbed his throbbing manhood against the scratchy wool of her skirt which seemed to excite them both.
As they pulled away from each other to remove the hinder some clothing, she noticed how attractive his nervousness was. Letting him pull her back into his embrace, she whispered "Don't be nervous love… I want it as bad as you do." His confidence seemed to pick up as he entered her, his vigorous thrusts making up for an earlier lack of enthusiasm.
As they were finishing, she let his name escape her lips and that's when he knew… "Pansy, I'm not Fred…" he whispered to her. She looked shocked yet replied with a kiss and a coy smile, "Well, accidents happen…" With that, George let out a chuckle and knelt to clean up the spilt milk…