The Right by Parks and Fiction Chapter 39 Brat.
Pansy straightened slowly and glanced over her shoulder with a
small smirk. Neville watched her from his
spot on the couch, pretending to be annoyed when she could see
the amusement and affection in his eyes.
Who, me? Between the frantic way she'd
thrown herself into work following their divorce that
hadn't actually been a divorce, as well as the nice weather and
some Quidditch things she really didn't bother to learn about
beyond that Ginny was attending and was dressed impeccably for
it. Pansy's Friday afternoon was
surprisingly open. Rather than filling it, she had
Daphne block off the afternoon. It was exam season, so Neville
had the afternoon off as well. He hated his Hogwarts office and
got too distracted in the greenhouses, so he did all his
grading at home. Unfortunately, her depraved
plans for the afternoon were immediately derailed by
Neville's insistence on actually finishing calculating final
grades, something about an unspoken challenge with silicon
to see who could post their lists first.
Neville almost never lost, and he refused to start.
Then, once it became clear that her husband was truly going to
ignore her for paperwork rather than put her on the couch like
he had three nights ago, Pansy had no choice but to find
something else to do with her time.
So she decided to reorganise the living room without magic.
Wearing her shortest skirt and no knickers, Neville set down
the papers he was working through.
Come here, he said, his voice are near growl.
Finally strutting over, she started to straddle his lap, but
before she could lower herself, he grabbed her by the hips and
turned her. Yanking her back, he sat her on
his lap so that her back was pressed against his chest.
Nuzzling her neck, his teeth caught her earlobe and sent
shivers down her spine. I told you I have year end
grades to finish. She leaned back into his embrace
as his warm arm sneaked around her waist.
I listened, she said with a faux pout.
I was just trying to be helpful. There's only so many times you
can rearrange the lowest shelf on the bookshelf, Pansy, he
muttered said bookshelf that was directly in front of his spot on
the couch. Hmm, she said.
You know I like things to be perfect.
One of his hands slid up the inside of her shirt while the
other trailed up her inner thigh.
His fingers traced the underside of her breast.
Nor bra either. He muttered.
The short skirt must have been more of a distraction than she
thought if he hadn't noticed that until now.
It's just so much more comfortable.
Her words ended on 1/2 gasp, half moan as he pinched her
nipple. He let out a low chuckle.
Yeah, I'm sure that's all it was.
His other hand ran up her inner thigh.
When his fingers slid through her folds, he groaned.
You're fucking drenched. She gasped as he started to play
with her clit, light teasing circles before he slid 2 fingers
down to press deep inside her. Is this all for me?
Yes, good girl. A whimper escaped her throat as
he pulled them out and withdrew his hand.
He held his glistening fingers up clean them.
Leaning forward, she pulled them into her mouth, licking and
sucking them clean. He vanished her shirt and
continued playing with her breasts with his free hand.
Her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for his
attention. Good girl, he said again,
pulling his fingers out. We're going to start something
new today. What's your safe word?
Her cunt clenched again. This was either going to go very
well or very, very badly for her mercy.
Good girl. Behind her, he unbuckled his
trousers. He carefully positioned her
exactly where he wanted with her thighs pressing to her calves as
she knelt on either side of his legs.
She had to lean forward to grip his knees for balance as he
pulled her hips down to lower her completely onto his cock.
A groan escaped her throat at the tight feeling of fullness.
She was completely naked except for her skirt while he was
almost completely clothed behind her.
Comfortable, never last. Running his hands up her thighs
if being stretched without any friction could ever be called
comfortable, Yes, she answered anyway.
Good girl, he said again. Damn wordless magic.
Shifting, she tried to figure out what he'd done.
It didn't take her long. While she could adjust her legs
just enough to ward off a small cramp, she couldn't bear weight
or shift her hips at all. She was skewered on his cock,
completely at his mercy, unable to move.
Keep that warm for me, will you, love?
Neville pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck and then
settled back onto the couch. The small movements made her
gasp at the way his cock shifted within her.
She gripped his knees, waiting for the rapid thrusts she knew
were coming. Instead, he reached to his right
and lifted up the work he'd been doing.
He pressed the parchment against the bare skin of her back and
scribbled something. She gasped, this time in
outrage. He was using her as a fucking
desk and cock sleeve all at once.
She tried to squirm off, but his magic refused to.
Budget. You bust.
A spell wrapped around her throat, cutting off her words
but not her breath. He sat forward, the shifting of
his cock making her moan. Leaning forward, his breath
tickled her ear. And I told you I needed to score
grades. He said.
It's my least favorite part of the job, and I just wanted to
get it over with. But you wanted to be a tease
about it. So now you're going to keep my
cock warm until I'm done with my papers, and then I'll give you
the attention you were begging for.
The spell around her throat released.
If you speak again, I will silence you.
He scribbled another note on the parchment entirely back to
business. As before, being magically
restrained as she was stopped her from being able to thrust
back into him to get the friction she craved, but she had
other tricks. Squeezing her inner muscles, she
contracted around his cock. His breath caught and she
smirked to herself before repeating her actions.
Neville sat forward and she moaned as the head of his cock
hit that spot inside her that always drove her wild.
She groaned, wanting him to do it again and again.
His hand slipped up her torso to lightly tease her breasts.
Go ahead. He said, the words tickling her
ear. Squeeze my cock with your pretty
cunt until you milk me dry. His words made her clench
involuntarily around him. But you and I both know that
won't be enough to make you come, and if I orgasm before you
do, you won't be receiving once a day.
He said. The Joyce is yours.
His cock moved again as he settled back into the couch.
Fuck, she'd gone from being ignored to being ignored while
impaled on his cock. It was impossible to say if that
was an actual improvement or not.
He'd never actually denied her an orgasm before, but she didn't
want to find out if he actually meant it this time or not.
She had no idea how much was left for him to do.
How long would he keep her like this?
She groaned and her grip tightened on his knees.
Sturdy here, Neville murmured, tracing his hand up and down the
side of her ribs. It continued like that for what
could have been hours, days. Neville doing his calculations
on the parchment, every now and again turning to consult
something in his notes that he had to his right or left of the
couch. As if she was nothing more than
an accessory, sweat beading on her brow she tried not to shake.
Being held like this, waiting, unable to move or do anything,
was equal parts torture and bliss.
Her thoughts were consumed by him, by the way he felt inside
her, by the scratch of his quill on the parchment on her back, by
the scent of his soap and the faintest smell of the greenhouse
from his work there that morning.
He surrounded her, flooding every sense, and all she wanted
was more the one thing he was denying her.
Neville's hands returned to her waist, thumbs circling.
Had enough, Princess? Yes.
She gasped. Neville, please.
With a flick of his wand, the coffee table slid towards them.
The legs expanded, stretching the table top higher until it
was at her chest level, steadying her with a tight arm
around her waist. Neville moved her arms to cross
on the table and rested her head against them.
They sunk ever so slightly as he cast a cushioning charm on the
wood. It was more comfortable, but she
was still as helpless as she'd been before.
Good girl. He said.
He put his parchment back on her back and she almost screamed.
Neville, please. He shushed her.
You know I like it when you beg, Princess.
He said. But I know you can take a little
bit more. Can you do that for me or do you
need to use your safe word? Fuck, she hated this, hated him.
His fingers traced patterns on her ribs, leaving goosebumps in
their wake. Her cunt clenched around him.
Look at you being such a good girl, warm in my cock while I
work, he said. You can keep going, can't you?
Please, She whispered. He swept her hair off her face
so he could watch her expression.
Good girl, he said, pressing his lips to her shoulder blade.
Every now and then her body would shake with a tremor, but
she fought to hold off as steady as she could until he finally,
finally set the grading sheet off to the side.
His fingers moved to her waist, stroking and steadying.
Of such a good girl. He said.
I'm so proud of you, Princess. Never, please.
She begged. One of his hands lifted towards
her breast, the other slid down where they were joined.
He swirled his fingers through the moisture and then found her
clit. She almost screamed.
Steady, Princess, he said. I don't think it'll take much
for either of us. The coffee table rose higher,
taking her with it. She slid a few inches off his
cock before she had a chance to cry out at the loss.
He snapped his hips, thrusting back into her.
He set a brutal pace after so long without movement.
It was too much and yet still not enough.
He teased her clit with one hand, tracing circles as this
other played with her breast. She was nothing but sensation,
the feel of him pressing up into her, the tension building as he
teased her clit, his hot lips against her neck, panting as he
chased his own pleasure. Her own orgasm built, rushing
forward. It was going to break her, but
she wanted to be broken only by him.
Who could put her back together again afterwards?
Who would tell her she was beautiful and loved?
And his light exploded across her vision as her orgasm crashed
into her. She screamed out his name as
pleasure overtook her entire being until she slumped into
him, completely wasted and fully spent.
Longbottom, if I have to cope with the knowledge that you are
corrupting my sweet little girl, the least you could do is be on
time for events. Theo said stiffly when they
strode into the game room almost an hour late.
It was less from the way Neville had had her help him finish
scoring end of year grades and more the way she'd half drowned
herself in the shower sucking him off when they've been trying
to get ready, but she certainly wasn't going to mention either
experience to Theo. Neville frowned.
I was working on year end grades.
He said. What does that have to do with
Pansy? What did it have to do with her?
Indeed. Did you beat Slughorn?
Hermione asked. He grinned, finished before he
even started. Neville flashed him a smirk at
the double entendre. The room was far more crowded
than it should have been, but there was a love seat free.
Neville LED her to it and pulled her down next to him, arm
casually slung over the back of the seat so she could cuddle up
close. Now that Theo and the Wieselette
were somehow friends, she and her sainted husband had an
outstanding weekly invitation, but unfortunately one couldn't
invite Grainger and Potter anywhere without their red
headed sidekick, so Padma and Weasel had also joined.
Tory had finally deigned to join them now that she and Hermione
were no longer pretending to dislike one another.
Pansy was still more than a little irritated that Hermione
had been lying to her about her feelings towards Tory for years.
Apparently the four of them had been regularly going on double
dates in the muggle world ever since Hermione and Draco first
got together. With Denis present.
The Gryffindor to Slytherin ratio was uncomfortably tight
for what had once been known as snake night.
They were now bloody tied, with Patil being the tiebreaker, as
if a Ravenclaw was going to be helpful to them in that
situation. Pansy wasn't sure she'd ever
seen Hermione look so happy. Rather than the strained tension
of the barnyard night before Pansy and Neville's wedding, the
witch was practically bubbling over with joy at all of her
friends together and getting along.
Or getting along as much as they ever could.
She supposed the snark was flowing freely as the fire
whiskey without the undercurrent of thinly veiled detestation.
However, it was actually quite enjoyable.
Part of her wondered if she'd been honest with Hermione the
first time she asked why Pansy had tried to give up Potter and
refused to apologise for it. All of this would have been
possible sooner. Maybe she and Neville would have
fallen in love without their forced wedding.
There was most likely some lesson to be learned about
stubbornness and honesty and trusting your friends, but that
sounded like too much introspection for a Friday
night. Blaze passed her a red wine and
Neville a glass of fire whiskey. Theo turned to Pansy.
Daphne said you took the afternoon off.
He said. What were you doing while he
worked? Neville beamed down at her,
dropping his arm that his free hand rested at her waist.
Keeping me company. Theo gagged.
You 2 have gotten a lot less fun since you admitted you love each
other. You and Blaise were obnoxious
after you 2 first got together. Pansy said we were making up for
lost time. Theo smirked.
You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Fuck you. While I understand your desire
for experimentation, considering your limited experience, Theo
said. I, unfortunately, am afraid that
my sexuality will leave you as disappointed as Draco did.
Why must you always insist on taking the piss at me?
Draco demanded. Because it's so easy and so much
fun. Weasel said.
You usually walk yourself into it.
Potter said. You certainly did in Gringotts.
Neville started laughing and Draco glared at him.
Pansy frowned. Gringotts.
When were all of you in Gringotts?
Only Tory, Dennis, and Daphne looked as confused as her.
Everyone else gaped at her raw. Neville.
You didn't tell her? Jinny asked Neville, he looked
like he was fighting back a smirk.
Ah, no, tell me what? Pansy demanded.
Just Draco being an idiot and doing whatever Grainger asks of
him instead of using his brain and considering any other
option. Theo muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him before she turned to Pansy.
I wondered why we hadn't heard more about it from you.
We don't need to tell her. Draco snapped.
Now they certainly did. Luckily Hermione agreed Draco's
family rights are all kept in Gringotts, so we needed a way to
get Draco and Neville into the vaults.
Hermione said. We pretended Neville found out
about a Class A non tradeable Herbology good in the vaults
that needed to be searched by auras.
Draco and Ron probably choose themselves as each other so
Draco could access the vaults but have an alibi.
Pansy froze for a moment. Draco and Ron switched places
under Polly Juice. And you're only just telling me
this now? Padma was as giddy as a little
girl who'd just got in a pet Unicorn.
Ron and Hermione pretended to be on the date while Ron was
disguised as Draco. Weasel had a giant smirk on his
face. Pansy gasped and rounded on
Neville. And you're just telling me this
now? I didn't want to get your hopes
up if we didn't find that it worked and then I just forgot.
He said. Jinny, Padma and the Weasel were
still laughing about it. Draco was glaring at the three
of them while Hermione fought a smirk rather unsuccessfully.
Apparently while Hermione and I were on our date, we missed the
quite the wand measuring contest between these two.
Weasel said, nodding between Draco and Neville.
Wand measuring contest. What the hell did that mean?
It wasn't much of A contest. Potter muttered loudly, making
Jinny snicker. Neville sipped his drink with a
smirk. Pansy tapped her chin
thoughtfully. Oh, I don't know, She said.
Draco's is thicker, but Neville's is longer.
Fire whiskey sprayed out of Theo's nose as he sputtered on
his drink, slapping his chest. He coughed and gasped.
Fucking oh, that burns, Pansy. Hermione hissed, horrified.
What? Pansy asked.
Draco's wand is a 10 inch hawthorn and Neville's is a 12
inch older. Hermione dropped her head into
her hands and groaned. Jinny collapsed against her
husband, shaking with laughter. The rest of the group seemed
fairly evenly split between horror and humour.
Theo was some combination of both laughing and crying and
gasping as he tried to recover from forcefully ejecting fire
whiskey out of his nose. She smirked.
Oh, you've all thought, Pansy. Neville said sharply.
She was, to her knowledge, the only person in the room who had
seen both Draco and Neville naked.
In that case, on both counts, Neville is significantly ow.
She yelped and then giggled as Neville pinched her side.
I'm so proud of our little girl, aren't you?
Theo asked. Pansy.
Great, this fucking nonsense again.
Jinny sent her a sickly sweet smile.
Everything a mother could hope for and more.
Pansy rested her elbow on the arm of the couch and propped up
her chin. If you're my mother, does that
make Harry my daddy? She flashed him her most
coquettish smile. Potter froze, hand halfway
towards one of the plates of food.
His cheeks turned pink and he looked back at his wife in
horror. She, of course, was no help and
just started laughing. Pansy glanced back over at
Neville with a smirk. He eyed her over his drink with
a knowing spark in his eye. Oh, keep going, he said.
I insist. The last time she'd pushed him,
she'd ended up impaled on his cock over half an hour while he
used her as a human desk. She wasn't up for a repeat
punishment. Instead, she settled back into
the couch and sipped her wine like it was what she wanted to
do all along. And we all thought Longbottom
was the one who was going to end up whipped.
Draco muttered. Pansy's eyes flushed to him, but
before she could say anything, Theo changed topics naturally.
Longbottom, I have a Herbology question for you.
Neville immediately brightened. Oh yeah?
Pansy wanted to groan or roll her eyes but never looked so
happy to talk Herbology. She just sat back with a smile.
The gardeners were cutting off buds from some of the plants in
the garden this week. But I thought that dead heading
was done after the flowers bloomed.
It is, Neville said. Are the plants new?
Yeah, transplanting this spring? That's not dead heading, that's
deflowering, Neville said. When a plant is initially
transplanted, you'll want all of the effort to go to establishing
a strong root system and not into flower and seed production.
So if you nip the buds, it makes the plant stronger and usually
results in higher flour and fruit yields in subsequent
years. It was sweet how excited he got
about Herbology. Dead heading is a form of
pruning, Neville continued. When you remove faded flowers
from an ornamental plant in order to encourage further
blooming and less energy going into seed development, they're
fascinating. Theo said.
I didn't realize you were experienced dead heading and
deflowering plants as you are about dead heading and
deflowering snakes. He shot Pansy A pointed smirk.
It took everyone a few heartbeats and then the room
filled with laughter. Neville looked like he was
barely holding back his own. Clever.
Pansy drawled over the din. Been working on that one for a
while. Obsessively.
Blaise said with his own note of exasperation.
Maz, your father? Speaking of fathers, Daphne
began cutting Theo off. Pansy shocked her a grateful
look and she nodded once. Mine howled me today with
exciting news. Oh Merlin, Tory muttered.
Daphne smirked. Despite the taint of your
unspeakable indiscretion? Dennis perked up.
Hey, that's better than the last thing he called me.
Hermione snorted. Dennis winked and they clinked
their glasses together while Draco and Tory looked on,
horrified. He was able to produce a
betrothal agreement for me. Tory looked more horrified than
before. Oh no.
There were very few men left for her father to still approve of.
Not in England anyway. The one he came up with for Tory
wasn't that bad. Draco said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Daphne sipped her wine and sat
back with a sigh. Longer engagement terms for this
one, as unfortunately my intended is tied up for the next
three years. He's in Azkaban?
Hermione demanded. Daphne smiled humorlessly.
If my father gets his way, you are looking at the future Missus
Marcus Flint. Each person in the room looked
more horrified than the last. Flint had managed to weasel out
of anything serious enough to earn him a lifetime in Azkaban,
but the only one of Voldemort's followers with more rumours of
rape and assault was Greyback. Despite the lack of evidence and
his pleas that the rumours were false and only perpetuated to
solidify his reputation amongst the Death Eaters, Pansy did not
doubt for one moment they were true.
I'll talk to Katie Bell for you. Neville said.
Ask her to help you get out of it.
Daphne smirked. I'm also acquainted with her,
but thank you for the offer, Longbottom.
You're of age, so as long as you don't sign anything, there's
nothing binding. Tory said.
She would certainly know after what her father and Lucius did
behind her in Draco's backs. I doubt it will come to that.
Daphne said. Denis cocked his head.
Are you seeing someone? The corner of her mouth rose.
I am. Pansy sat forward.
Why hadn't she said anything? At least?
Tory looked surprised as well. If she didn't know, then no one
did. What Tory demanded.
Since when? Daphne sipped her wine.
A little while. Is it serious?
Daphne swirled her whine. We're talking about moving in
together. Before anyone else had the
chance to question her further, the flu in the other room
whooshed. Blaze turned to Theo.
Who else did you invite? He looked just as confused.
No one. They all turned as Katy Bell
strode into the room. She'd been one of the first to
embrace trousers becoming popular ministry apparel and
looked incredible in every look she tried.
Tonight she was dressed in a fitted Oxford, black palazzo
pants and stilettos that would have made pansies aren't proud.
She clearly just come from the Ministry, but had removed her
robe and had done a few buttons on her shirt, just managing to
pull off the casual and flirty look.
Pansy approved, even if Bell had never gotten a single item of
clothing from her store except for the DEA photo shoot outfits.
Potter spoke first. Damn it.
He said. Who got arrested this time?
Bell stared at him. Why is that the first thing you
think when you see me? Because every time you show up
unexpectedly, someone has usually gotten arrested.
Could be your fault. Draco said.
You do sort of have a problem with that.
My job is to Harry. This is probably not the right
crowd of people to claim that you've never mistakenly
arrested, detained or dueled anyone.
Hermione muttered. Show of hands.
Pansy said, lifting hers high into the air.
Theo, Draco and Dennis shot theirs up as well.
Potter pointed to Dennis and Pansy.
I've apologised to you 2. He pointed to Draco.
You were trying to use an Unforgivable on me.
His finger moved to Theo. And you self defence.
Theo said. You are welcome to view the
sworn testimony of Hermione Grainger.
There is no sworn testimony because we all know it was a
load of bloody bullshit and I wasn't going to let Hermione go
to Azkaban for you. Potter snapped.
People don't go to Azkaban for telling the truth, Harry.
Hermione said with her haughtiest expression.
Just for six weeks, followed by 6 1/2 years of strange men
looking through their knicker drawers.
Pansy said. Potter let out a long sigh.
I'm sorry, Pansy. Bell smirked down at Neville.
Is it always like this? Nor, he said kind of yes.
Her smirk spread before she glanced across the room at
Daphne with an arched eyebrow. So I'm unexpected.
She shrugged. I was working up to it.
Working up to what? Theo asked, his voice hard.
No fucking way. Pansy's head snapped.
A Tory? Her eyes widened, a spark of
something brightening. I wasn't sure how Theo was going
to take it. Daphne said, ignoring the
others. Potter and Weasel looked equally
clueless, but Jinny inhaled sharply, excited realisation
drawing across her face. What am I not going to take
well? Theo demanded.
Theo. Bell repeated, ignoring everyone
else in the room for her conversation with Daphne.
He needs to be eased into things.
Daphne said. Hmm.
Bell said, her lips lifting in a small smirk.
She strode across the room. Not my style.
Daphne tilted her head up with a matching smirk.
I know. Bending down, Belle pressed a
long, lingering kiss to her lips.
Hi. She said when she finally pulled
back. Daphne beamed.
Hi. There wasn't much room in the
oversized Wimbeck, but she sat next to her, swinging her legs
over Daphne's lap. Pansy couldn't help but beam at
the warm, contented smile on her friend's face.
A Gryffindor? Theo demanded.
A fucking Gryffindor. Daphne grinned at Theo,
completely unapologetic. Draco started it.
Dorie and I have been together the longest.
Dennis said. Draco's been pining for Hermione
since your ball, Daphne said. And yet we somehow got together
before they did, Katie said. Oh, Neville said.
So it was actually about checking on your estate trees
that day. Daphne gave him a haughty look.
Yes, no, I told her it was stupid to begin with.
Bell said. Pansy started laughing as Daphne
glared at Belle. What was stupid to begin with?
Jinny asked. Nothing, at least four people
said at once. Blaze Rose, What are you
drinking? Belle Fire Whiskey, please.
She turned to Daphne. Have I missed anything?
I was just telling everyone that my father managed to produce a
betrothal agreement for me. She smirked.
Must be good, Marcus Flint. Belle froze, her face tightening
in disgust. Daphne gazed up at her with a
coy smile. Neville offered to talk to you
on my behalf, to see if you'd help me get out of it.
Belle glanced across the way, her smirk returning.
Did he? She asked.
Did you offer to introduce him to Pansy Parkinson so she could
update his wardrobe in exchange? Neville rolled his eyes.
Obviously, I didn't know you two were together.
Across the room, Theo groaned. We're outnumbered now, Daphne.
Only because you insist on rounding out the Golden Trio.
He shrugged. Potter's very corruptible when
it comes to friendships, and I like to be prepared.
Potter frowned. What does that mean?
Jinny smirked. I believe our sliderman friends
were implying that you would go off book to either ensure
someone's imprisonment or release based on your
relationship with them. Potter opened his mouth to
argue, but as soon as he caught Hermione's eye, he snapped his
shirt. He settled back into his chair
and sipped his drink. What?
Having Hermione on your side isn't enough.
I like to have my bases covered, and between Grainger and you and
Belle, they are absolutely not. Belle said.
You have your solicitor. I'm done with all of this sacred
28 bullshit. Don't worry, darling.
Daphne told Theo. She doesn't mean that.
Yes, I do. Belle snapped.
Daphne patted her hand with a patronising smile.
Of course you do. She winked at Theo.
Neville and I are starting a support group.
You're welcome to join. Hermione told her.
I'm very proud of the fact that you haven't gotten an invitation
to said group. Tory told Denis smugly.
It's less about having a Slytherin as a partner and more
about having these specific Slytherins as partners.
Hermione said. Blaise also qualifies for the
group. Thank you.
Blaise said. Oh, so it's a nouveau riche
thing. Pansy said.
Your first meeting should be etiquette lessons.
Thank you for proving my point why this group is necessary.
Hermione drawled. You're welcome.
She said. Are we playing cards tonight or
not? Theo expanded the card table so
everyone who wanted to play could join.
Hermione, Padma, and Dennis all elected to sit out.
Weasel looked overwhelmed the moment that bets were cursed.
Hopefully the joke shop was doing well.
Hermione leaned over, whispering instructions to him as the cards
flew out. No cheating.
Pansy said. Ironic coming from you.
Hermione said. I don't care who wins tonight as
long as it isn't anyone named Longbottom.
Did Theo adopt A new change your last name?
Jinny asked Pansy. Not in everyday use.
Bell said. Her legal full name is Pansy
Longbottom, nay, Parkinson Ward and Heir of the House of not
Merlin, that's awful. Padma said, laughing.
Theo grinned. Personally, I'm rather fond of
Pansy Parkinson, not Longbottom. Clever.
Neville drawled. She is the sole heir of my most
noble house, and her name should reflect that.
Theo said. That's a fancy way to say
inbred. Weasel said.
Theo shot him a glare. Not quite true.
Bell said, raising the bet about the inbreeding.
Theo asked. Unfortunately, she smirked at
him over the cards about Pansy being the sole heir.
He frowned. So he hadn't figured it out yet.
A look of horror crossed his face.
Did you find another relative when you were doing all that
research to find Pansy's guardian?
Nope. Bell said.
But since Pansy's adoption into your house was dated after her
marriage, Neville is now an equal heir.
Blaze started laughing. Theo blinked twice before his
eyes narrowed. Not until the paperwork is filed
and only if I don't file. I did it two weeks ago, Bell
said. You're welcome to check the
Ministry archives, but Neville Longbottom is now a legal heir
of the Knot family. The card game had almost been
entirely abandoned, as almost everyone laughed at Theo.
Should have just dissolved the marriage.
Theo muttered. Since no one was paying
attention. Pansy swept the cards up as if
she'd won. She was close enough anyway.
Are you 2 going to do a vow renewal?
Hermione asked as Pansy dealt the next hand.
Pansy frowned. Oh, what?
Maybe it's not common in the wizarding world, but muggles
sometimes have second weddings to the same person as a
recommitment to their vows. She said.
Since the two of you didn't mean it the first time, I wondered if
you might have a second wedding. We did mean it.
Neville said it was real. You didn't love each other,
Hermione said, And Pansy asked. And just because it doesn't
follow your modern view of marriage doesn't mean it isn't
true. Hermione rolled her eyes.
You did it intending to get divorced, she said.
Wouldn't it be special to have one where you mean your vows?
That actually sounds really romantic, Jinny said.
A way to reaffirm your bonding. Sounds sweet, completely
unnecessary. Pansy said.
Neville's hand moved to the small of her back as if he was
thinking the same thing she was. The right had already done that
and more, even if they hadn't said it aloud to one another.
Both of them had wanted forever with each other.
That night she'd asked him to make her his, and he had.
Theo turned to Belle. If they had a second ceremony,
would that invalidate Longbottom as an heir?
No, He huffed. You got off easy.
Draco drawled. You asked me to punch you in the
face. Neville said.
Pansy heals it perfectly. Next time I might not be so
generous. Pansy said.
Next time? Draco demanded, glaring at
Neville. Are you offering again?
Neville asked. Because if you are, I think
there will be a line. Oh show of hands.
Who would punch Draco in the face at the first opportunity?
Theo asked, already lifting his hand into the air.
Everyone except Blaise, Hermione, Dennis and Tory shot
their hands into the air. Put up your hand if you've ever
punched him in the face once before.
Theo said, staring directly at Grainger.
Can't we all just get along tonight?
She demanded primly. Longbottom just stole half of my
family fortune. Theo said.
It would have come to his children anyway.
Hermione said. Yes, but that's different than
going to him. Theo whined.
He brightened. I'll just ride him out of the
will. You can do that, Bell said.
But if he and Pansy ever get divorced, he's owed half of the
monetary value of the estate at the time of the dissolution of
the bond. Pansy Flash Neveless Merk should
help that bitch of a house payment you agreed to.
My thoughts exactly. Neville said.
No, no, no, Potter said. We're not to the place of being
able to joke about that yet. It was one of the most painfully
awkward and emotionally trying days of my life and I was best
friends with Ron and Hermione. 6th year.
Belle looked across the table at Neville.
I hope she made you grovel before she took you back.
Well let's see. Pansy said.
He developed a new type of Pansy for me that was cross bred from
an invasive magical strawberry plant that causes uncontrollable
weeping to the point of life threatening dehydration.
Theo barked out a laugh. You do really get her, don't
you? Neville smirked.
And then compared me to Voldemort.
Everyone's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
But I did not. Neville said.
Said that you'd rather face Voldemort again than be in love
with me. He sighed.
I said I was less intimidated facing him with only the Sorting
Hat, knowing that I was going to die, than I was trying to tell
you that I loved you. OK, Potter said.
I can see where he was going with that.
Pansy's gaze darted up to him and she arched an eyebrow.
Tory set down a winning hand and started collecting her winnings.
Weasel hoofed sharply. Thanks, Harry.
Neville said. You know.
Jinny began. You could have run a few things
by me before trying to talk to her.
Pansy glared at her. I think you meddled enough.
Hermione scoffed. You'll want to talk about
meddling in relationships. She beamed.
Does it count as meddling if you took months to realise it?
Draco muttered something that sounded like fucking sugar
quills. Pansy burst out laughing.
What's so bad about sugar quills?
Jinny asked. She fucking loved this story.
Grainger over here. Hermione swiftly cut her off.
I needed to apologise Draco for something I said back when he
was my intern and made the mistake of asking Pansy for
help. She shot Pansy A fierce glare in
warning not to repeat what she'd said to Draco, which, honestly
was even funnier now than it had been at the time.
She told me about his giant sweet tooth.
Not one tooth. Theo said, laughing.
It's his whole fucking mouth. Draco picked up the story, so
Pansy took her to Sugar Plums and convinced her to buy several
pounds worth of candy for us to share and make sure it was all
phallic shaped. Pansy smirked as the table burst
into laughter. It was one of her prouder
moments. You do eat sugar quills.
Weird. Weasel said.
I do not. Hermione turned to Harry.
Right. He turned red around his ears
and focused on his cards. I've never noticed.
Was he this terrible? A liar at work, too?
Jinny snorted. She looked back at Pansy with a
smug smirk. You're welcome, by the way.
For the meddling. We would have figured it out on
our own eventually. Neville said.
Maybe. Jinny muttered.
But between fixing things between you 2 and all the
business I'm going to bring her, Pansy and I are even, and I
don't have to feel guilty anymore about her trying to save
my life. You convinced Neville to come
talk to me a few days before he would have done it anyway.
Is equivalent to me trying to save your life.
Pansy drawled. Since you didn't actually save
my life, yes. Jinny said.
Shouldn't you have done that anyway though?
Weasel asked. It's a mother's duty to
intervene for the happiness of her children.
Pansy rolled her eyes. You do realise that the only
situation in which Jinny became my stepmother was if the Dark
Lord won and Harry was dead, right?
Their constant joking about it was taking away from her
previous amusement on the matter.
Potter shrugged. After spending six years being
hunted by a psychopath and his followers and having a professor
try to kill you each year, you develop a bit of gallows humour.
Jinny sniffed, wiping away an imaginary tear.
It's just hard knowing how much of her life I missed.
If you found out a few months earlier, you might have had to
give her the sex talk. Weasel said.
You should have warned her not to fall in love with the first
person she slept with. Padma said.
Would have been awfully hypocritical of her, though.
Hermione said. Jinny sneered at both of them.
Oh, it's fine. Pansy said.
Neville handled it well enough for several moments.
Everyone at the table froze. With a groan, Neville tossed his
cards onto the table and dropped his head into his hands.
That is not. A slow grin spread across
Jinny's face. Really.
She asked. You tried to give Pansy the sex
talk? She barely got the words out
before she started laughing. The tips of Neville's ears
turned red as half of the table joined Jinny.
Ma tried to initiate and open and honest dialogue with her.
Did you ask her if she had any questions about her changing
body? Padma asked through her
laughter. And that's what I said.
Pansy said as all the women laughed.
She was really starting to like her.
Neville turned a brighter shade of red, but wasn't.
He let out a hoof again, sensing this was a losing battle.
Although I doubt a conversation with you 2 would have ended up
the same way it did with Neville.
Pansy trailed off suggestively. Pansy.
Neville snapped. Yeah.
Weasel said. Careful what you say in front of
your mother. Since Potter managed to survive
a second killing curse defeating the Dark Lord, your sister got
to marry him and not my father, so she is not my mother and
never will be. Pansy snapped.
You still would have saved me. Jinny said.
Because deep down you, Pansy Parkinson Longbottom Knot, are a
good person, as I've been saying for years.
Hermione said in her favorite smug and swatty way.
Yes, I'm sure you 2 would have enjoyed all the ways I would
have tormented you. Pansy drawled.
I bet we still have ended up friends.
Hermione said smugly. What about me dressing you up as
a house elf and ordering you around makes you think that you
still would have liked me? She demanded.
Potter and Draco gaped at her in horror.
I would have seen through it eventually.
Hermione insisted. Belle turned to Daphne.
Would the right have been forced on everyone, not just the DA and
Order survivors? She shrugged.
Probably, depending on the man. She said.
That's why Blaze and I were going to marry and run off to
Italy together. Theo turned to him.
What? It was perfect.
He said. Everyone would assume the female
paramours sneaking in and out of our estate were for me when all
the male ones were for her. You knew about her back in
school? Theo demanded.
Blaze shot him a look. You need to work on your
observation skills. Hermione snorted.
Clearly. Jinny started laughing.
You'll want to talk. Hermione huffed.
That was different. Do you want me to recite the
entire list of things you missed for months when Drake was your
intern? Pansy demanded.
Her eyes narrowed. Do you want me to list off the
things that you ignored about Neville?
She made a show of adjusting her cards, ignoring her swaty
friend. Well, we all figured it out in
the end, and that's what matters.
Neville said. Even if the rest of us didn't
have to compare our partner to an invasive species that causes
uncontrollable weeping. Ginny said.
Still can't decide if it's better or worse than having a
wooden dowel ribbon holder. Potter drawled.
Certainly makes your presents look better, Jinny said.
Hey, Potter said. Neville turned to Pansy.
You liked them, he said. Right.
She kissed his cheek. You certainly put more thought
into all of the presents you've given me that anyone else ever
has, he beamed proudly. Good, he said.
And I always will. Bloody hell.
Weasley complained. Are they always like this?
Whatever you're referring to, yes.
Hermione drawled. Pansy felt her smirk soften as
she looked over at Neville. His bright blue eyes met her
gaze, filled with his familiar warmth and bright affection.
Some days she couldn't believe how lucky she was.
She didn't just have her magic and her freedom, she had love,
both his and that of her. Ridiculous, forced upon her
against her will, extended family.
And it was all thanks to him. Neville fucking Longbottom.
Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Oh. Several people said at once.
Piss off. Pansy said, returning her
attention to her cards. We love you too, sweetheart.
Jinny said. Pansy rolled her eyes but
couldn't ignore the warm bubble of affection spreading through
her. Neville's hand slid to the small
of her back, the warm steady in pressure, physical as well as
magical as he cast his bed.