Don't Cry For Pain Chapter 11, a Harry Potter + Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal Crossover fanfic

Don't Cry For Pain

Chapter 11: "The Kiss."

A/N: Hey, sorry for the long wait on updating this. Also, I wrote a book and published it on Amazon Kindle. It's Plain Jane by Ashleigh Knight. It's $3.99. Check it out if you like my writing.

~ Jane

~*PP*~

Hey man, here's my plan
I'm gonna break it
Hey you, don't be sad
Here's your chance, so take it

If you slap my face
If you don't call
Honestly, I don't care at all

Maybe I'm a bit complicated
All I know is

I don't cry for pain
Don't cry from fear - you know that
I don't cry in the rain
No, not a tear - you know that
Before you leave, when you go
I think you ought to know
Don't cry for pain
I only cry for love

Hey now, dry them tears
You know we'd never make it
'Cause you caught my eye, not my heart
And play it safe, no I'm not that smart

I never meant, to be this complicated
All I know is

I need something, making me defenseless
I don't want another waste of time
You can't hurt me so, I'm sure this can't be right

I don't cry for pain
Don't cry from fear - you know that
I don't cry in the rain
No, not a tear - you know that
Before you leave, when you go
I think you ought to know

"I only cry for love," Pansy sung under her breath as she woke up.

She felt warm. But it was November, wasn't it? At least here. It was still September back home.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Lector was sitting in the chair, sketching. He looked up and smiled dazzlingly.

"You're awake," he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah actually," Pansy said, sitting up.

He put his sketch on the desk and got the basket of food. He handed her a croissant and she ate it greedily. Then she remembered that he had lain with her and she blushed.

"You're lovely when you blush," he said suddenly.

"Um, thank you," she said softly, looking down.

He looked at her for a long moment, then cleared his throat.

"We're going to see my aunt, Lady Murisaki, today," he said. "I think you're well enough for an outing and I need her help deciding what to do with you. You can't stay in my dormitory forever you know."

"I hadn't thought about that," she said. "What do you think she'll say?"

"Well, she won't believe it unless you show her, but not like you did me," he said warningly. "Some small display of magic will be in order, levitation of a vase or some such thing. She'll know what to do."

"I'm not supposed to do magic in front of Muggles," she said with a sigh. "Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped."

"What's a Muggle?" he asked curiously.

"A non-magical person," she said. "I'm a witch and you're a Muggle."

"Interesting," he said. "I don't know that I like being called a Muggle. It makes you seem somehow superior to me."

"I am superior," she said. "I can do magic and you can't. It's not your fault, it's not fair, but it's how it is. Learn to live with it."

"And what if I don't?" he said, leaning forward in his chair, getting in her personal space, taking her breath away.

He was flirting with her again. She wasn't sure that she didn't like it.

"Look, you really need to stop flirting with me," she said. "You're going to give me a heart attack, and then you'll have a body to dispose of, and then where will we be?"

He smirked but backed off, saying nothing about it.

"You'll like Lady Murisaki, Pansy," he said. "She is a lady of the highest quality. Gentle, refined, kind, everything a woman ought to be. Yes, you will like her."

"You make her sound perfect," Pansy said, feeling a pang of jealousy.

"Perhaps she is," he said with a distant look in his eyes.

She hated Lady Murisaki, she decided. It wasn't reasonable, it wasn't fair but she did. She hated Lector too and he could get thrown in jail for all she cared.

He carved up an apple and gave her some, and she ate it sulkily. He noted her mood. She could tell by the curious way he looked at her.

"I have something I would like to show you something," he said suddenly.

She looked up, her mouth full of apple.

"Yeah?" she said around the apple.

He rose and took a sketch from his notebook, handing it to her. It was of a woman that looked like Hannibal. Pansy recognized her as Hannibal's mother from her visions of his past during her fall through time. Lady Lector was laughing in the sketch. She looked lovely.

"Your mother?" Pansy asked, not wanting him to know she knew. Things were complicated enough as they were. She didn't need to add to the situation.

"Yes," he said, looking distant again but this time for a different reason.

"She was very beautiful," she said, staring at the sketch intently. Hannibal had his mother's eyes. Lector, she reminded herself.

"Sometimes I can't remember what she looks like," he said softly, far away. He swallowed thickly. "It frightens me."

She looked up at him and their eyes met. He held her gaze, his eyes boring into hers intensely. There was so much pain behind the mask he wore, and for a brief moment he let her see him as he really was: a scared little boy who missed his family.

Pain shot through her heart like a knife. How could such a monster be so vulnerable and gentle? Why did she feel more for him than disgust and hatred? Why did she want to hold him until it was better?

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Without meaning to, she reached out and touched his hand. His lips began to tremble and he opened his mouth to speak but no words came.

"Lector, I-" she began, only to be silenced by his fingers against her lips.

"Hannibal," he said softly. His fingers traced her jaw line. "Pansy… So lovely. So soft."

He leaned forward and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her. His lips were soft on hers, gentle. It was a chaste kiss, the kiss of a boy rather than a man. He was so young in so many ways.

His hand came around the back of her head and he tilted her head upward to get a better angle. He was inexperienced, more so than her, and it showed in his kiss. He didn't seem to feel the need for anything more than their lips pressed together. But that wasn't enough for her. She wanted more.

Her tongue came out to trace his bottom lip and he flinched in surprise but didn't pull back. Her tongue pushed past his lips and he opened his mouth eagerly for her. She slid her tongue against his and he moaned, wrapping his arms around her tightly, pressing her against his chest.

Very suddenly he pulled back. They breathed heavily and he looked confused.

"Forgive me," he said, releasing her. "I ought not to have done that."

He sounded so cold and distant that she almost could have believed that she had imagined his moment of vulnerability. He was pushing her away. It was for the best.

"It's alright," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Happens all the time."

"You are kissed often?" he asked with a frown.

"Don't be so surprised," she said. "I'm quite popular back home."

"Yes, I can see how that might be," he said, frowning more deeply. "You let boys kiss you often?"

"Don't judge," she said snappily. "Things are different in my time. People are a lot looser about that kind of thing."

"I see," he said.

"I doubt that," she muttered, irritated.

He had no right to judge her. Besides, she was bragging. The only boy she'd ever kissed was Draco. They'd had a couple of make-out sessions when things got boring at school but nothing more, and those were short lived. She'd never liked kissing Draco. He was good at it but she just didn't feel anything for him besides pity.

She sighed. Things were getting way complicated. Hopefully Lady Murisaki would be able to help because Pansy had no answers.