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Pansy knows that the war is coming - it's a constant burden on her shoulders, a heavy cloud that boils and bubbles. She avoids choosing a side, weighing her options and checking the cards, before she speaks to Malfoy about it.
They press their heads together and he brags and boasts as quietly as he can and her head whirls and turns and she finally decides to follow her blood and ally herself with him and his Dark Mark. He conjures wine as if it were a celebration and she drinks with with a fake smile on her lips.
Her real reward comes that night when Malfoy promises her wealth and glory and presses and curls his fingers into her cunt. She grabs his shirt and buries her face in his shoulder and shivers with pleasure and wonders if the Potter boy would be as good.
They press their heads together and he brags and boasts as quietly as he can and her head whirls and turns and she finally decides to follow her blood and ally herself with him and his Dark Mark. He conjures wine as if it were a celebration and she drinks with with a fake smile on her lips.
Her real reward comes that night when Malfoy promises her wealth and glory and presses and curls his fingers into her cunt. She grabs his shirt and buries her face in his shoulder and shivers with pleasure and wonders if the Potter boy would be as good.
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But, then again, Pansy was never an angel.
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