A/N: Okay, this is a ship I foreshadowed in earlier chapters, and it's one you don't often find in fandom. I've just always thought that if anyone could bring out the good in someone…it would be George Weasley. But please, I welcome any review. I wrote this chapter during PS 345. Apparently "public policy making" makes me think dirty thoughts. I guess that's why I'm the Erudite Witch.
Pansy was livid. She had been cooped up in that damned flat for almost a week now, and to make matters worse, she's received another barrage of insults from Angelina. Pansy couldn't take much more of this. She was storming around the living room muttering under her breath when George sauntered in from another successful day at the shop.
A normal man would have run screaming in the other direction upon receiving the look on Pansy's face. But George was no normal man, so he simply smiled at Pansy and said "How's my little ray of sunshine on this glorious afternoon?" A picture frame flew at his head. George stepped aside. "Now you could put someone's eyes out. Why don't we have a spot of tea?" he said in the most condescending tone he could muster.
"I don't want any sodding tea! I want out of this place! I want that damned self-important Angelina to stop tormenting me!" Pansy yelled with tears in her eyes. "I don't want to be so afraid." She added quietly.
George became as serious as George could possibly be. "WE have been fearing our own lives for years now. It's the price you pay for being on the good side. I know this is new to you, but try to remember that with you, Hermione would be dead. Yes, you put your boyfriend and his family in Azkaban and risked your own life, but now you get the benefit of the company of all of us 'perky do-gooders'"
Pansy began to smirk. "Oh I would hardly call you a do-gooder. A self-involved prat bent on tormenting others perhaps, but nothing good comes out of you."
"Maybe throwing things was a good idea." George said as he picked up a nearby bludger Fred and him always kept around. Pansy looked genuinely frightened. "Oh come off it woman, I would never intentionally harm you." He said, balancing the bludger on his hand.
"You'd be the first," Pansy mumbled, but George heard her.
George walked toward her and softly lifted her arm, then her sleeve. He fingered the scar that was beginning to fade on her arm. "This is not who you are anymore. This is you…" He touched the tip of her turned up nose. "…This is you…" he traced fingers around her lips and Pansy's breath quickened. "This is you…" he said as he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"But…" he said, mussing up her hair. "Maybe this shouldn't be you. I bet if we change your hair and eyes it could be more difficult to notice you." Pansy seemed to like the idea. "I've always wanted to be blonde, perhaps with a little hint of ginger." She winked. "I've got some glamour kits in the works that can even make your skin a mite more tan. No one will ever know!" George added. She brightened. "I could go out!"
"Let's go downstairs." George said, and he and Pansy followed down to the darkened shop.
George walked into his store as if the lights were on and went directly to the Pink display of products just for girls. When he stopped in from of the glamour charms, Pansy didn't and ran right into the back of him. "Oof! Watch where you're going, Weasley." She yelled. "I believe you're the one with the directional problem, dear Pansy. Now, here we are." He pulled out a pink box shaped like a star, the he pulled out two more.
"Okay! Would you like to be a 'Busty Brunette Beauty', a 'Lemon Lover', or…Oh! Here it is! 'Strawberry Seductress'" he exclaimed.
"With such clever names, how could I pick just one?" Pansy replied dryly.
"Yeah I reckon we should get Ginny in here to revamp our 'just for witches' line. But this strawberry shade come in curly or straight, and it works on all body hair in an instant." He said as he sized her up.
"This one comes with green eyes." She said, eyeing the box in George's hand.
"You would look smashing with green eyes." He said. And with that, he set the tiny red star on Pansy's head and tapped his wand to her. In a poof, she was different. Curly strawberry blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her now tanned back. She twirled and let her hair follow her. Her mind green eyes sparkled. She slowly walked over to the display mirror and her smile faded.
"I'm no longer me…" was all she said.
"If you're not Pansy Parkinson, then who was that raging girl who's been insulting me all week. Shoe imposter! Get your pretty little arse out of here!" George chuckled. She couldn't help but laugh back.
"So you've been a filthy little pervert who's been looking at my ass?" she said, appearing indignant.
"Well, you're always shaking it…" he explained, as he pinched her rear.
SMACK! "Fresh!" she squealed and turned to face him again. There was a serious look in George's eyes that startled her.
"Changing your appearance doesn't change who you are. You still have that magnificent fire, that hidden kindness, and morbid humor that I, personally, find fascinating." He said, as Pansy began to get nervous.
"I'm just a poor little rich girl I…" But she was cut off by the most passionate kiss she had ever received. George's long and wispy fingers were threaded in her hair as she was pulled closer and almost completely off the floor to meet his lips. She felt as though she could fall over and never hit the ground. She began to panic. She was snogging George Weasely!
"Why did you fucking do that? Asshole!" she ran upstairs and summoned a trunk to put in her few belongings.
"You know you wanted me to. You liked that kiss. It was assuredly ten times better than that slimy Malfoy beak!"
"It was the best damned kiss that I have ever had!" she blurted. "But you're a Weasley and I am me." She said, almost pleading now.
He grabbed her and pressed her hands beneath his against the wall. "A match made with perfection." He whispered. And he kissed her with a surprising amount of care, considering her precarious position. She relented and kissed him back. The electricity and desire between them quickly made up for years of cold kisses and distant, dutiful sex with Draco. He lifted her up (though she was quite heavy) and she wrapped her legs around him. His hands gripped her arse firmly, as he began to kiss along to the exposed shoulder that slipped out of her robe, revealing a soft lace camisole. She let a sigh escape her lips and closed her eyes, reveling in the new feeling.
When she opened her eyes, she had been carried into George's bedroom. He grinned and kissed her nose before setting her down on his remarkably large and cushy bed. He didn't give her a chance to voice her opinion on this surreal situation as he took of her robe, revealing that camisole and faded jeans. She leaned back in shock as he removed her heeled sandals. He looked up.
"Has no one ever undressed you before?" he asked and she nodded. "That's bloody insane! It's like unwrapping a candy."
"With Draco, it was more like 'Undress and get under the covers. Chop! Chop!'" she said.
"Well us Weasleys are notoriously good lovers." George bragged. "I mean there are seven kids! Pansy shuddered. "What? You don't believe me?" George asked in mock hurt.
"No. I just got an image of Ron's clumsy hands fumbling at Granger's bra." They both laughed, before the awkwardness of her statement could shine through.
"Well, I'm smooth." George said as eh wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck.
"Mmmm that feels brilliant." She said.
"No one's ever kissed you like this? Do you even know what foreplay is?" He asked incredulously.
"I know…But Draco didn't. It was more like a 'worship my penis' mentality. Which wasn't a very appropriate one for a man of his size. He just pounded me like a muggle jackhammer and called it good."
"Have you ever had an orgasm?" George asked. Pansy blushed. "By myself." She replied. "Hmm interesting." George said fingering a non-existent beard in a very Dumbledore-like way.
He lifted Pansy's shirt over he head with a very determined look on his face. He slipped a warm hand over the small of her back and began to kiss the tops of her breasts. She moaned. He unclasped her white-laced bra and slit it slowly off of her shoulders. She looked at him and said "Not fair." And before he could ask, she began to unbutton his whit cotton shirt. As she slit that off, she ran her hands over his bony chest and pressed her lips along his jaw line. He groaned.
"I adore the way you kiss." He whispered. He moved a hand behind her head a laid her back against a pillow. He started at her nose, then a brief kiss upon her lips, before kissing her neck and down. He stopped at her nipple and nipped at it gently, while his thumb brushed the other one. "Oh!" she gasped as he alternated mouths and hands. She called his name when he lifted his head to blow on her chest. He kissed circles around her navel as he fingered the opening on her jeans.
He stood up and slid her jeans off her completely revealing a patch of strawberry blonde hair. She blushed. "I've had a severe lack of laundry." She explained.
"Well I am not at all complaining." He said as he brushed a hand over her thigh. "But with your new look and my oodles of money, we can probably work something out." She smiled at his offer and nodded. She couldn't speak as his hands began to circle around her inner thigh. She was actually becoming nervous.
While she was no Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy was what Witch Weekly would refer to as "curvy." She had large breasts and large hips to compliment them in a very curvaceous way. There was a small collection of fluff around her midsection and her face had a bit of roundness to it. She had never been this exposed in front of a man before, and George's piercing gaze as she lay there made her incredibly anxious. She wrapped her arms around her consciously.
He lifted her wrists and said very simply "Beautiful." Then he stretched his long body down next to hers and ran a finger across her stomach. He lifted her chin and pulled her face toward his in a very soft kiss. He took his hands and gently parted her legs. She gasped when his fingers began gently pushing into her very wet folds, but his lips never left hers, so she just moaned into his mouth. He began to quicken his pace and she clenched her hands around his shoulders. He then started kissing down her body, but didn't stop at her navel this time.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a panic.
"Just relax" he replied as he began kissing the inside of her soft thighs. She moaned with delight. He lifted one of her legs and allowed his tongue to dart inside of her, and then moved up and began to suck her clit. He continued to do this as he inserted a long finger inside of her; he was determined to make her come. "Oh Fuck Weasley!" she yelled as he made her climax. Her whole body shook and she fell back against the mattress.
"Notoriously good lovers, no?" George asked with a huge grin on his face. Pansy just nodded but kept her eyes closed until she regained composure. She got a bright look in her newly green eyes and pushed George to the bed. "I've never been on top before." She said with a sheepish grin.
Pansy threw her legs over him and began to kiss his chest. He rubbed his hands along her back and then cupped her face. "This is not a one night thing, Pansy. Just so you know." She just smiled and pushed herself on to him with such force he yelled despite himself. They moved in rhythm until George could feel her walls tighten. That was all he needed, and he came with force, calling her name with every convulsion.
They collapsed into one sweaty mass and lay there for a good 2 minutes before speaking. "I'll go back to my room now." Pansy said sitting up. "You'll do no such thing. Stay here with me tonight." He said as he yawned. She rolled onto her side and fell asleep. Her last feeling was his arm around her waist and a soft kiss on her cheek. She felt warmer than she had ever felt in her life. Pansy Parkinson, ice queen, had melted.