A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Fantasy February- Day Fifteen
The villain and the superhero are roommates and keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep having to lie to each other.
Word Count: 732
Ginny tumbled through her window wondering if Pansy would hear her. She hoped not. It was bad enough trying to explain why she was beaten and bloody. So far, Pansy had bought most of her excues, but eventually she was either going to get tired of the lies, or call Ginny out on her lies, or worse of all, move out.
Ginny liked Pansy after all, in a way she wasn't quite ready to tell Pansy. Telling her would mean telling her the deep dark secret Ginny kept. No one could know Ginny was the Crimson Avenger! It had all started after the war, when the ministry had taken an extremely soft stance on the remaining Death Eaters.
This had led to a number claiming to be under some curse or another, no one wanted to punish innocent people, but too many non-innocent people were getting away with things. This had only led to a new radical group called the Neo-Death Eaters, these were the villains Ginny fought every night.
Their leader, a violet clad woman known only as Amethyst was her arch nemesis. Ginny had nearly lost to her tonight. One wrong spell and she would have lost everything. She'd escaped, but now, she was trying not to wake Pansy with her clumsy breaking back in to their own apartment.
"Really? Again Ginny?" Pansy asked, the next morning. She was staring at Ginny's eye. There was a bruise forming rapidly across it and the red head's nose.
"It's not what it looks like."
"It looks like you smacked yourself in the face with your broom again, not that I believe that for a moment. Who is he? Whose doing this to you?"
"No one, there's no one," Ginny lied. There was someone, Amethyst, but it wasn't what Pansy thought. Pansy narrowed her brown eyes.
"You'd tell me if someone was hurting you, right? I mean, I know people, powerful people that wouldn't hesitate to help if I needed to call in a favor."
"I promise! It's nothing like that, I don't even like boys!" Ginny exclaimed.
"I thought... you and Potter and... the list of boys at school..."
"It was what was expected, that's all. You don't need to call anyone to beat anyone up," Ginny added, pouring a spoonful of sugar into her coffee.
"Alright, muffin?" Pansy asked, holding out a crumbly topped muffin to Ginny. She took it and flashed Pansy a smile.
"Thanks, and thanks for caring about me."
"You do the same for me, every time I get into one of those stupid bar fights," Pansy said, with a shrug. Ginny nodded, remembering Pansy stumbling in with a broken nose, crushed fingers, half her earlobe missing. All those times, Ginny had patched her up, wondering if Pansy would mind if her fingers slipped a bit and brushed against her breasts, or her lips, or lower. Ginny hadn't found the courage to do that yet, but she would...eventually.
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Pansy scrubbed the make up off her face. This time that stupid avenger girl had nearly gotten her. She'd never admit how close she'd been to losing. She knew her views weren't popular opinion, but there were villains on both sides.
She hadn't been intending to make a new Death Eater gang, she'd only wanted Dumbledore to pay for his crimes, for the Order to pay for their crimes. Murder was still murder! She sighed. Ginny hadn't even noticed Pansy was injured today, but Pansy hadn't minded. Well, that was a lie. She minded a lot. She could go downstairs, make up cleaned off and let Ginny see just how damaged her own face was.
Ginny would instantly be trying to fix it, her delicate fingers brushing against Pansy's own skin. Pansy sighed. Maybe if she had been in Gryffindor, she could have found the courage to show her true feelings about Ginny. The fact the girl had been an Order wannabe was still a minor fact though. She sighed again, shaking her head.
No, it was better this way, maybe once she took out the Crimson Avenger, she could sit Ginny down and maybe, just maybe talk her into seeing her side of things. Maybe, that conversation would end in a kiss, with Ginny's sweet lips on her own. Until then, Pansy retouched her make up and grabbed her deep amethyst cloak, there was work to be done.
