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She had been lying on the sofa with her arm slung over her eyes for a while now. A vain attempt to ignore her hangover, and to obliterate thoughts of yet another night which would never reach her list of Amazing Memories Of Evenings In The Pink Mermaid, where she had drunk too much the night before, kissed too little and allowed herself to be seduced by yet another nameless blonde, whose name she never knew and would probably never see again either. There had been quite a few of those, come to think of it.

Pansy groaned at the thought of having to see her mother later that day, doubtlessly wishing to interrogate her daughter on her drinking habits, ignoring wildly her dating habits, pressing her on Settling Down By Now (she was approaching thirty, after all). Maybe she should just stick to guys. Easier they were. Only wanted one thing… They happened to be the same things she wanted, on the whole, though…

Her mind wandered back to the Pink Mermaid and the bar where she had been hanging off of, leaning nonchalantly while looking at the people on the dancefloor. Some couples in a loving embrace, some shirtless, sweaty gay boys trying to catch the attention of the middle aged men a few meters away from where she was standing, and a few single girls, dancing to the catchy music picked out by the dj of the evening. One had caught her attention, a beautiful, fit blonde girl in tight jeans and a loose see-through shirt, revealing a lacy push-up bra which held a pair of pert breasts. Pansy had trouble keeping her eyes off them while the girl danced, her curly hair flowing as she moved, as if in a trance. A sight that had a marked effect on her, she noticed, as her pulse had started to pick up speed a bit, something which she was finding a bit annoying, so she turned towards the bar and waited for the attention of the bartender. Maybe a refreshing lemon spritzer would help to cool her down a bit…

Her pulse was increasing again, just thinking back on the girl and her push-up bra, and as her hand wanted to wander down her body to relieve some tension, the doorbell rang. Shit… Completely forgot that she had ordered pizza for her lunch. Or was it tea? Eating at half past three probably counted as tea…

She got up from the sofa with a sigh, sauntered up to the door, picking up her purse which sat on the cupboard top in the hall, and opened the door, expecting a spotty teenager with a plastered on smile. Instead she looked into the surprised blue eyes of Ginny Weasley…

"Hey!" she said, sounding as if they had been friends forever, mentally kicking herself. It was just that the Weaslette was looking rather pretty, for a Weasley, and delivering a pizza. A Muggle pizza at that…

"You're not Esmeralda Green," she heard the ginger woman on her doorstep say. Without a smile.

"No, obviously not…" Pansy grinned. It was an alias she used sometimes, although rarely when ordering pizzas. "And you're delivering pizzas…?!"

Weasley stuck the offending article out for her to grab, and smirked. "Some of my brothers challenged me to see if I could hold down a Muggle job, and I took them on… Been doing this for a bit now, as a holiday job. I prefer Quidditch, I must say…"

Pansy looked at the clothes she was made to wear (a garish lime jacket, black polyester pants, and a red and green baseball cap, which clashed terribly with her ginger hair) and pulled a look of mild disgust.

"You rather than me, darling," she offered, the 'darling' part coming out as a matter of habit.

"Eight pounds fifty please," Weasley spoke, pulling a 'well, whatever' face, presenting Pansy with the receipt. She waited patiently while the money was found, and took the ten pound note, reaching for her own purse, but was told to forget the change.

"Buy yourself an ice cream with the change," Pansy smiled.

"Oh, you shouldn't have…" Weasley said in an arch way, holding up the note as if she had won a prize. "Thanks…"

"Please go back to playing Quidditch, Weasley…"

She was met with a smile, and a wink, and as she put the money in the purse she said, "Enjoy the pizza, Esmeralda…"

With that she turned around and bounded down the stairs, leaving a bemused Pansy behind.

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Wow… That was weird… Ginny sat down on her delivery bike, about to cycle off to find her next address, thinking back on the encounter just now. Pansy Parkinson lived in this building. Pansy Parkinson had pizzas mid-afternoon on Sundays. Pansy Parkinson looked attractive as hell, even after a night of drinking and dancing. Ginny sighed, and set off for a housing estate ten minutes away. Pansy Parkinson had no idea…

When her shift ended, she parked her bike in the narrow alleyway, making sure it wasn't going to fall over, as that would make Mr B angry. She was only going to do another week, cos Quidditch practice would start again soon, and she wanted a short holiday before that, on the winnings of the bet she had made with George and Ron, who insisted she wasn't going to be able to do a Muggle job for more than a month. Ron had bet the holiday cottage he and Harry shared in Scotland, and Ginny happily took him up on it. George was allowed to find the job, which was one of two conditions. So it became delivering pizzas and Ginny found she actually enjoyed it. Mr B was okay as a boss, and the concealed magic she was allowed as a second condition came in very handy - how the fuck she was supposed to deliver warm pizzas in the space of time she was given was beyond her...

She Apparated back to her place, a small cottage down by the coast, and sat on her kitchen bench for a bit, eyes closed, meditating away a headache that she developed during the day. Maybe going out the evening before hadn't been such a good idea after all.

It had been fun though. Especially since she had a very unexpected encounter, one that she would love to repeat. She had dressed rather evocatively, she knew, ready to dip her toes into the dating world, after having broken up with the witch she had been with for a few years some time before. It had taken her a while to feel confident to do so, or even willing to, but an evening out with Luna and Georgina, a fellow Harpie, in London had kind of restored a liking she had always had for dancing in clubs, and the one she was taken to once or twice before, called the Pink Mermaid, proved a great place for this. Knowing it was one used by gay wizards and witches, she had opted for using a special necklace that George had created, which was able to conceal her true identity and give her one that she chose. She had been blond one time, dark haired the next, dark skinned, lightly tanned, and never was she recognised. It had felt nice to be incognito and dance her heart out for hours.

Last night there was an added bonus, one she hadn't had much time to think about since, as her shift started at eleven that morning, giving her a few hours of sleep. But sitting at her kitchen table it all came back to her, in dribs and drabs, the dancing, the music, the drinks, the people she danced with… How free she felt, moving to the music, with the translucent blouse she had chosen to wear undone and floating around her. She was aware of the stares she was causing, men and women alike were looking at her, as she danced almost baring her top half. It it had been up to her she'd taken off her bra as well, but stopped herself barely, knowing the policy of the club (their modicum of decency, with plenty of perversion going on behind the velvet curtain to the side of the bar), and enjoyed the freedom her state of undress was granting her. One woman in particular had caught her attention, as she had a feeling she knew her. She was standing by the bar, had black hair, in a straight cut, wearing a short leather skirt which showed amazing legs, high heeled short boots, also leather, and a tight bodice that had her boobs sit on top like a couple of vanilla ice cream scoops. Ginny found herself staring at them a lot…

The woman had turned towards the bar, she noticed, ordering a drink probably, which gave Ginny the idea to do so as well. It could be a nice opportunity to chat with her for a second, find out what she knew her from. She walked slowly to the bar, avoiding the glances and touches from people along the way (why did nobody have regard for personal space in this place, for fuck's sake?!) and reached it finally. From up close and behind the woman looked gorgeous as well, and Ginny had to stop herself from running a hand along the exposed legs, under the short skirt, realising how perverted this thought probably was. Her knickers thought the same. The bartender was dealing with someone on the woman's other side, and she noticed she was being looked at by a pair of dark eyes. Fuck… She bloody knew this woman, a little too well…

"Hi," she heard seductively next to her, after whipping her head back to the bartender. "Come here often...?"

Ginny looked sideways again, realising that she had wanted to hit on Pansy fucking Parkinson. Coming to terms with this notion, she decided to go with it for a bit anyway. Parkinson had no idea who she was, and she was still gorgeous from up close. Very gorgeous at that. Those tits… Those legs… Those eyes… Ginny sighed, hellbent on wanting to know what was under that little skirt…

"I dance here a bit, not the other…" she quipped, like the lush floozy she really wasn't. Wow… that was awful…

"Maybe I can help with that," Parkinson purred, smiling.

Again: wow…

Ginny smiled back, giving her order to the pretty young bloke serving them.

"Let me get that," Parkinson said, and waved to the guy to put the drink on her tab.

"Thanks," Ginny said in gratitude. "You're not dancing then?"

"Nah, more fun staring at you guys… I'm crap at it anyway."

"So, window shopping then?" Ginny grinned. She turned around to see the crowd on the dancefloor moving about. It did look nice to stare at them, she agreed. "Seen anything you liked?"

"Hm…" she heard. "Not there anymore, though…"

She glanced sideways again to see eyes staring at her cleavage, then back at her eyes again. She protruded her chest a little, making the lace of the bra stand out more. This wasn't missed by her neighbour, who's eyes were fixed on the flesh exposed, and she saw her swallow hard. Oooh… Easy… Wonder what her snogging is like… Ginny moved a bit closer, a hand on her arm, her jean-clad leg touching the bare leg of Parkinson, and her tongue daringly licked the also bare shoulder that was next to her. Wow, how she missed seducing another woman, one that was as fit and easy as Pansy Parkinson… She felt her turn on the spot, facing her and moving her head to meet Ginny's and before she had time to think she was being kissed, deeply. Soft lips on hers, wet lips, and deep breaths, a tongue moving gently between her teeth, meeting hers and deepening the kiss further. Ginny groaned softly, enjoying this a lot, feeling hands go into her hair, open mouthed licks of her lips, her tongue, her own hands moving from the bodice down to the skirt, and she found the legs, the long, bare legs, which felt so lovely under her fingers.

Then a hand grabbed hers and pulled it away, instead placing it on her chest, inviting Ginny to touch her breasts. The leg hers was touching then wrapped around it some more, so they were very close. As Ginny was feeling the contours of her boobs, ready to explore some more, undo the laces of the bodice maybe, she noticed a guy approach Parkinson from behind, one who cleared his throat and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Pan, darling… we need to go in a bit," the guy said. He was a bit taller than Parkinson, had dark hair, and a small moustache, which made him look like an extra in a dodgy seventies film, one that Luna loved watching when they shared a flat in London for a bit. She also noticed that he was wearing a necklace similar to hers - what was his real identity? Parkinson had stopped kissing Ginny with a clear sense of apprehension, one she herself shared, and she carried on for a little longer.

"Pan, come on…" the guy didn't look at Ginny, only very impatiently moving away from Parkinson, tugging her arm a little, making her swat him away a bit.

"In a minute, Dray, can't you see I'm busy?" she muttered, reluctantly moving her lips from the ones she was kissing so fervently.

Wait, did she say 'Dray'...? Was that Draco Malfoy? She pulled away from Parkinson for a bit to see if his physical appearance could fit the description - tall, lean, obviously not blond, cos that would've been a giveaway. It could be him.

"You can easily pull someone else next time, and this one is not exactly a model, is she?" she heard the annoying drawl of what could only be the ferret… Bastard…

"You're not exactly an oil painting, are you sweetie," Ginny quipped back, over Parkinson's shoulder. She had no idea what Harry ever saw in him, back in Hogwarts. Although, Merlin knew what he looked like now, since he was also hiding his real face. She heard Parkinson smirk at her, obviously impressed with her come-back, and pulled her closer for another kiss.

"Fuck it, Pans, you said we would leave together… We promised your dad, after the other time…" Malfoy looked very annoyed now.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming… just want to finish snogging this one here," she said, after she eventually stopped locking lips with Ginny. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't." Ginny said, realising that she had been snogging the face off someone she wasn't even introduced to. A bit of a low even for her… Something in her made her want to keep it that way.

"A mystery blonde then…? Fine with me. Nice kissing, blondie. Will you be here next week?" Parkinson looked her up and down again, hand in her hair, stopping her from moving too far away. Ginny shrugged, then moved closer to kiss her again, and move her hand on her ass, and down underneath the skirt, grabbing the cheeks, and a little further between, feeling nothing but skin, warm, slightly moist. Wow, how close she had been to some action, there, Ginny thought, feeling flustered and disappointed. Her finger slipped further for a second, and she was sure she was not touching panties at all…

Her headache had shifted, she realised, and she got up from the kitchen table, ready to have a long, relieving shower, with thoughts of last night firmly on her mind.

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{to be continued}