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Ever since her encounter with Pansy, Ginny had been a nervous wreck. It was noon now, and she had slipped away from Hermione once they were back in the Common Room. How? How in the hell had Pansy figured it out? Ginny never told a single soul. The young redhead was pacing furiously around out by the lake. She ran her hands through her hair raggedly. "Calm down, Ginny," she told herself. "She doesn't know." But she couldn't stop thinking about it. Pansy had smiled so...sinisterly. She just had to know. It was cold. Leaves crunched under her sneakers as she walked in quick circles. She was the only one outside. Not too many students liked to be outside when it was cold, but Ginny needed to get away from everyone.

Pansy watched from behind the shrub she was hiding behind as Ginny paced to and fro. It was unusual for students to be out in cold weather. Most preferred to be inside, where it was warm. Maybe drinking hot chocolate or tea by the fire. Some were snuggled in the library, reading or catching up on homework they had put off. Babies, Pansy thought. It wasn't that cold out. Her dark-brown eyes moved back and forth like people watching a tennis match. Ginny could certainly walk fast. She smirked. Someone seems antsy. It was so...pleasurable to watch people. They weren't even aware of it. It was so powering to see someone's every move. It was even more powering to control someone's every move. Soon, Ginny wouldn't be able to even walk unless Pansy gave her permission. Oh, she was so excited. She ran her tongue over her lips as Ginny pulled frantically at her hair. She just wanted to...to...run her fingers through it. It was probably so soft. It was certainly lovely. Wait. What? Pansy shook her head. No, no. Ginny's hair was not lovely. It was gross. Right? She pulled herself to her feet and calmly, silently walked up behind the flustered redhead.

"Nervous, are we?" she whispered into her ear.

Ginny screamed and nearly jumped a foot in the air. She whirled around, heart beating a tattoo against her ribcage. She stared into Pansy's dark-brown eyes. Fantastic. Just the person she wanted to see. "Parkinson. I'm staring to think you're following me," she spat, folding her arms across her chest.

If only you knew, Weasley. If only you knew. "Maybe I am following you." Pansy stepped a little closer to the taller girl. "Is that such a bad thing?" She smiled placidly.

Ginny angrily tucked back a strand of hair behind her ears. Pansy's smile made her very uneasy. "Look, Parkinson, please don't start with me, all right? I am not in the mood."

Pansy laughed. "Do you really think I care? Why would you be in the mood?" She took another step closer to Ginny, causing her to take a step backwards.

"Back off, Parkinson. I mean it." Ginny's was already fingering her wand. No one was out here. Who would see if she cursed her? She inhaled through her nose slowly.

Pansy just smiled. She could tell by the way Ginny kept clenching and unclenching her fists that she wanted to hit her. Or hex her. Probably both.

Ginny took another step back as Pansy stepped closer to her.

"Careful, Weasel. You wouldn't want to fall in and mess up your hair, would you?" Pansy tightened her grip on Ginny's sleeve.

Ginny sighed with relief. "Um, thanks, I guess," she said awkwardly. She stared back into Pansy's eyes. Pansy's eyes are so dark, she thought. She quickly shook the thought from her head. "Um, you can let go now."

"No," Pansy replied flatly.

"Beg pardon?" Ginny raised an eyebrow. No? "Let me go, Parkinson. You saved me from falling into the lake, now let me go."

A slow, devious smile spread over Pansy's pale lips. Ginny, you are making this way too easy. "Are you quite sure?"

"Yes," Ginny answered with a sigh. Was Pansy really going to stand here and play games?

Pansy shrugged. "If you so wish." She released Ginny roughly and 'accidentally' pushed her forward. Right into the lake.

Ginny shrieked as she went under. The lake was cold. Mucky. She popped back up and sucked in a big gulp of fresh air. Her hair was in her face, and she brushed the wet strands away. She coughed and glared heatedly at Pansy, whom was laughing cruelly at her. She swam towards the edge and pulled herself out, shivering.

"My, what a revelation. I didn't know weasels could swim," Pansy said with a grin. Ginny looked pissed. Furious. And...adorable? No, she did not look adorable.

Ginny shivered. She wrapped her arms around herself, eyes sharp. "W-why did you do t-that?" she asked through chattering teeth.

"Why not?" Pansy shrugged innocently. "The timing was perfect. I could not pass it up."

Ginny ran her hands through her wet, now tangled hair. "I can't believe you! You're such a bitch!"

Pansy's smirk was wiped from her face. "...Excuse me?"

"Y-you heard me," Ginny said coldly. "Or should I repeat myself for you? You. Are. A. Bitch," she repeated slowly, pronouncing each word slowly and carefully like Pansy was a small child.

Pansy's nostrils flared. Ginny was not allowed to speak to her in such a disrespectful tone. "Watch it, Weasel."

"Or what?" Ginny retorted, this time taking a step closer to Pansy. She removed her wand and performed a simple drying Charm. She fixed her eyes on Pansy as she pocketed it.

"You don't want to find out." Pansy cracked her knuckles together threateningly. "Merlin, you redheads have such nasty tempers. But then again, I suppose you can't help yourself. I mean, look at your family. Horrid people. It's a wonder you haven't been eating off a plate on the floor like the dogs you a-"

Slam! Pansy was slammed to the ground. Her head bounced off the grass with a sickening crack. She immediately saw stars. Ow. When her vision finally cleared, Ginny had her pinned down and was pointing her wand at her throat. She was breathing heavily and looked like she was two seconds away from tearing her a new one.

"Don't you ever," Ginny started, breathing hard, "talk about my family like that!" Ginny pressed the tip of her wand into the soft flesh of Pansy's throat. "I swear, Parkinson, I will kill you if you ever say something like that again!" She was gripping her wand so tightly, her knuckles had turned white.

Pansy didn't move or speak. Then, she smiled. Ginny really had a backbone in her. "Going to attack me, are you?"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't," Ginny challenged, moving the wand to Pansy's face.

"Because if you did, you wouldn't be able to stare into my enchanting eyes a moment longer," Pansy said in a soft, gentle tone, locking their eyes together.

Ginny blinked, caught off-guard. What did Pansy just say to her? "...What?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"You heard me." Pansy repeated. They were so close Pansy could count each and every freckle splattered across Ginny's face. She managed to free an arm and lightly trailed two fingers down Ginny's left shoulder, ending at her wrist. "You've been straddling me for an awful long time now, Weasel. I didn't know you were a dominatrix." She shot Ginny a saucy, teasing smile.

Ginny breathed out slowly. Was Pansy... flirting with her? Oh, so this is how you want to play? , she thought. Fine. Ginny smiled, amused. She gently set her wand down next to Pansy's head and placed her palms flat on either side of Pansy's shoulders. She stretched out so she was fully on top of her now, grinning when the smirk on Pansy's face fell just a little. "Good guess, Parkinson. You really don't know anything about me, do you?" She lifted her right hand and slowly, carefully rested her fingers on Pansy's temple, trailing them down to her jawline. Pansy's skin was surprisingly soft. It felt...nice. "You have no idea how much of a dominatrix I can be. Would you like to find out?"

Pansy froze. What the hell was Ginny doing touching her? Ginny had her elbow pressed into her abdomen. Oddly, it didn't hurt. She was pleased with Ginny's attitude. She knew Ginny was going to be a challenge, but Merlin, she didn't think Ginny would fight back so...ferociously. And she liked it. A lot. She carefully pulled her other arm free and snaked her arms around Ginny's slender waist, catching her by surprise. She pulled her even closer, if that were humanly possible. "Show me," she whispered sultry in Ginny's ear. She smirked when Ginny tensed visibly. "What's the matter, Ginger? Can't handle this?"

Ginny's entire body went numb. She could feel Pansy's hot breath in her ear, feel her arms around her waist. She shivered involuntary and blinked quickly. She was too shocked to yell at Pansy for calling her 'Ginger'. What was going on? "G-get your arms off my waist this instant."

Pansy shook her head. "Make me," she whispered again, softer this time. "I think you're secretly enjoying this." She trailed her fingers down Ginny's jawline gently, from her ear to her chin, then back to her ear. "Are you?"

An owl hooted above them, and suddenly, Ginny wished she were that owl. So she could fly away. Fly away from her problems. She would soar amongst the moon and the stars, free from the world. Free from people telling her what to do, when to do it and how to do it. If she were a bird, she wouldn't have to deal with anything. Just finding a nest and food. She was brought back to reality when she felt a small pinch on her ear. She squeaked slightly and shook her head hard. "N-no, I am not enjoying it," she responded flatly, but her voice cracked a little. "It's quite sad that you have to force physical contact with another person. Are you that lonesome, or is this how your mother gives you affection?"

Pansy's eyes flashed. You are such a fighter, Weasley. This might be a little more difficult than I originally anticipated. "Don't you dare speak about my mother in such a manner," she spat furiously. She dug her nails into Ginny's arm. "Do you understand me? If you do it again, I may have to punish you." Before Ginny could even react, Pansy brushed her lips against Ginny's earlobe and bit down on it. It wasn't hard enough to cause pain, but it wasn't exactly a scrape, either.

Ginny felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs the moment Pansy's lips grazed her ear. Tingles shot up and down her spine when she felt Pansy's teeth on the soft flesh of her ear. What the fuck? Ginny was about to yell when she was suddenly shoved away. She rolled to the side and landed on her back, watching as Pansy stood up and glanced down at her, as if she were an uninteresting book.

"Are you going to get up or not?" Pansy asked, casually leaning against a tree and crossing her ankles.

Ginny snatched up her wand, scrambled to her feet and pointed it at Pansy. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? You bit my ear!"

Pansy smirked. "Oh, did I? Oops." She shrugged sheepishly and held up her hands in mock surrender. "Oh, please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry!"

Ginny's nostrils flared. "Shut your mouth!" she snapped.

"And if I don't?" Pansy moved away from the tree, pulling out her own wand and raising it chest-level with Ginny. "Do you want to play a game with me, Weasel?"

Ginny was fuming. "That's another thing! Stop calling me that! My last name is Weasley. W-E-A-S-L-E-Y. Use it."

"But Weasel is so much better," Pansy responded calmly. "Wouldn't you agree?" Pansy smirked, eyeing Ginny with amusement. "So, guess what?"

"What?" Ginny spat.

"I hate you."

Ginny snorted. "Oh, the feeling is mutual." She raised her wand to Pansy's face. "Are you going to stand there like the pug-faced bitch you are, or are you going to fight me?"

"You and your temper." Pansy sighed like Ginny was hopeless. "It will be the death of you someday," she said chillingly. She shot Ginny a malicious smile. "Bring it on."

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