Title: Control Freak
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: I could make you scream out my name in lust one minute and hate me the next. I have done far worse. I have made you love me. Hermione/Pansy
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Allergic, the medi-wizard says I'm allergic to peanuts. Maybe that's why I'm so ill. But was it all really worth giving up my peanut butter fancies, hmm, you'd have to ask Ginny about that one. No doubt she'll be disappointed.
Because even if she loves Granger, she knows Mudblood can't give her what I can. Granger may kiss and tell, but she'd never sacrifice her virginity. Even if it isn't really her virginity, even when it's all just a game of touching and tongues.
Ahh, sweet slumber, the sexual slumber. I could make you scream out my name in lust one minute and hate me the next. I have done far worse. I have made you love me.
Why would I do this to sweet little Ginny? It's not that I dislike her in any way, on the contrary, I love her. At least I think I do, or is it just a game? My mind needs more than she can offer, so I play with her and then put her back. Like a five year old with a toy.
Why would I do this to broken, troubled, little Ginny? Because she did it to me. First hitting on me and then jumping Draco the next minute. Then kissing Ron, then dating Harry. Silly little thing she is, never fully satisfied.
But I alone can satisfy her hunger. I can fulfill her every desire. She knows all she has to do is ask and I'd oblige. But she is afraid of breaking me. She thinks of me as far more weak and broken than I shall ever be, even if I am deathly ill. For I have a strong mind, it plays games with me, it plays games with itself.
I love the things I do to her. I run my fingers down her jaw line, making her shutter. I curl up in her lap and she scolds me and accuses me of being mean. I know she gets off on it; she can't resist the little blonde girl who is oh so close to that one little spot. The place that only I am allowed to have, at the moment.
Until you move on to someone else. I love how I can torment you. I smile at you in that seductive way and once you lean in a for a little kiss, I close myself off. You look at me pleadingly and I just smile.
You know that I am older and smarter than you, and yet you think you understand how my mind works.
I can always coax things out of her, there is nothing she can hide from me. I almost don't have to try to get the information out. She knows I'll figure out eventually, if I don't already know.
Silly girl, no one will ever understand that. She is so sweet, my Ginny. I own her; I possess her. Up front, I act as if I have no control over her, but I know I do, and I think she does too, but not quite. She can't quite grasp the concept that maybe, just maybe, someone has the insane ability to control her.
I question her love for me and she gets that little voice and says things like, "Of course I love you." And I smile knowing she is totally devoted to me.
I relish in that. In the fact that you will never be able to let go. You are like a bunny rabbit caught in a trap. You nibble happily on fresh greens, but you sacrificed your freedom to fulfill your desire.
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: I could make you scream out my name in lust one minute and hate me the next. I have done far worse. I have made you love me. Hermione/Pansy
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Allergic, the medi-wizard says I'm allergic to peanuts. Maybe that's why I'm so ill. But was it all really worth giving up my peanut butter fancies, hmm, you'd have to ask Ginny about that one. No doubt she'll be disappointed.
Because even if she loves Granger, she knows Mudblood can't give her what I can. Granger may kiss and tell, but she'd never sacrifice her virginity. Even if it isn't really her virginity, even when it's all just a game of touching and tongues.
Ahh, sweet slumber, the sexual slumber. I could make you scream out my name in lust one minute and hate me the next. I have done far worse. I have made you love me.
Why would I do this to sweet little Ginny? It's not that I dislike her in any way, on the contrary, I love her. At least I think I do, or is it just a game? My mind needs more than she can offer, so I play with her and then put her back. Like a five year old with a toy.
Why would I do this to broken, troubled, little Ginny? Because she did it to me. First hitting on me and then jumping Draco the next minute. Then kissing Ron, then dating Harry. Silly little thing she is, never fully satisfied.
But I alone can satisfy her hunger. I can fulfill her every desire. She knows all she has to do is ask and I'd oblige. But she is afraid of breaking me. She thinks of me as far more weak and broken than I shall ever be, even if I am deathly ill. For I have a strong mind, it plays games with me, it plays games with itself.
I love the things I do to her. I run my fingers down her jaw line, making her shutter. I curl up in her lap and she scolds me and accuses me of being mean. I know she gets off on it; she can't resist the little blonde girl who is oh so close to that one little spot. The place that only I am allowed to have, at the moment.
Until you move on to someone else. I love how I can torment you. I smile at you in that seductive way and once you lean in a for a little kiss, I close myself off. You look at me pleadingly and I just smile.
You know that I am older and smarter than you, and yet you think you understand how my mind works.
I can always coax things out of her, there is nothing she can hide from me. I almost don't have to try to get the information out. She knows I'll figure out eventually, if I don't already know.
Silly girl, no one will ever understand that. She is so sweet, my Ginny. I own her; I possess her. Up front, I act as if I have no control over her, but I know I do, and I think she does too, but not quite. She can't quite grasp the concept that maybe, just maybe, someone has the insane ability to control her.
I question her love for me and she gets that little voice and says things like, "Of course I love you." And I smile knowing she is totally devoted to me.
I relish in that. In the fact that you will never be able to let go. You are like a bunny rabbit caught in a trap. You nibble happily on fresh greens, but you sacrificed your freedom to fulfill your desire.