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It wasn't supposed to happen. Pansy wasn't supposed to be stared down by Ginny Weasley and be fixed with a gaze that was so dark and so fiery. She wasn't supposed to be terrified to the core and she wasn't supposed to want Ginny, to hunger for her.
It scared her, in all honesty. It scared her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, but there was just something about Ginny that was impossible to shake.
Pansy laid awake thinking about it, but she still doesn't really know how, with one stare, Ginny wrapped her around a finger.
Ginny's finger.
...
It happened so fast. She knew that her parents that she grew up with weren't her real parents, sure, but she never expected to find her real parents. She assumed that they were dead. Or worse.
Pansy definitely didn't expect her real parents to by royalty.
She almost got whiplash from the pace of her life changing. One moment she was happy at her home and the next she had royal guards knocking at her door, telling her that she was the legendary missing princess.
Pansy had grown up around stories of the princess who went missing at an early age and as a kid, she would use to pretend that was her, along with her other friends. She never believed that...
Of course, she was adopted; he parents found her abandoned as a baby. And it lined up too; the princess was lost around the same time she was found.
It was still hard to believe. It still gave her a headache.
...
"We should probably stop this."
"Probably."
Pansy hurried after Ginny. It was slightly surprising how hard it was to walk quickly in heels; people did it all the time. Ginny, of course, had normal, comfortable shoes on, so she was able to walk ahead of Pansy, leaving her in the dust.
Ginny was always so tough, so Pansy didn't want to seem weak, but she had to admit that she couldn't keep up.
"Stop, stop," Pansy said, stopping in her tracks. They were standing in a deserted hallway and Pansy looked around before pulling her shoes off and rubbing her heels.
"If I'm going to break you out of here, we can't stop."
Pansy looked Ginny up and down, from her messy ginger hair tied in a knot to her beat up sneakers. She was probably an idiot. A desperate idiot.
Still, Ginny had woven her words in a way that Pansy couldn't resist. She needed to get out of the castle. Ginny was her only ticket out.
"Let's go," she said, putting her shoes back on. Ginny smirked.
…
There was a servant there with red hair, but something about her seemed off. Pansy wasn't sure how she knew that servant was different, but there was just something about her…
So Pansy found herself spending more and more time with that servant. The ginger.
Being a princess, it turned out, was exhausting. With that red headed servant, she felt almost normal. The truth was: she wanted her old, normal life back. It was so much more simple.
"You want out," the servant said to her one day. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. It took Pansy by surprise—that servant hardly spoke before—that she said the truth:
"Yes."
It was a knee-jerk reaction, and Pansy regretted the one word as it came out of her mouth, but it was the truth.
"I can get you out."
…
They reached the end of the hallway and there was a window, wind blowing through it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow at Pansy. She nodded and Ginny smiled. This was it. It probably wasn't that easy, but freedom was on her lips.
And then Ginny's lips were on her lips, too. Shock was probably the reaction Ginny wanted, and it was probably written all over Pansy's face, because Ginny was smirking as she pulled away.
"See you on the other side, Princess," she said, jumping out of the window into the world below.
"That was weird," Pansy noted, looking into the void Ginny disappeared into.
Her lips still tingling, Pansy jumped too.
for:
pinata [femslash]
auction [ginnypansy]
writing club [amber's attic - 21 (5 points bonus); showtime - my child; count your buttons - s3, p4; lyric alley - 32; lo's lowdown - adventure]