Forever known as the traitor who volunteered to give Potter to the Dark Lord.
Puh-lease. I only said what was on everyone's minds.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
“Is that what you do now, then? Go against the general behaviour?” She quirked an eyebrow, tilting her head. From what he’d told her, he had to focus on apperances more than the normal person. “Would you still have shagged Milly if she didn’t look the way she does now? If she hadn’t lost the weight?” She was pretty sure she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. “And no. I was never really hung up on blood purity, really. I did it for….” She blushed, unable to say his name. “A guy.”
Cormac looked down, ashamed again. “I have two different lives, Pansy. I have the life everyone sees, and the one where I sit at home wrecking shit because I get so angry about everything that happened.” He envied her. She may have the crappy job and a crappy apartment, but she didn’t have to lie to herself on a daily basis. Cormac’s entire career was based on his image and he hated it. “And we both know the answer to that so let’s just leave this conversation there…”
“Y’know, maybe if you let people see the way you really are, you’d be liked a lot more.” Pansy nodded firmly. She liked the Cormac McLaggen she’d been hanging out with all night much better than the one she read about in the tabloids. He seemed so much more real and, well, a lot less douchey than she’d though. “You’re a pretty good guy, and if your agent is telling you to pretend to be someone else….well, I don’t think that’s a good message to give your fans.” She shrugged, laying back down on the bed.
She looked over at him, opening her mouth to give him a lecture before thinking better of it. She was definitely not the spokesperson for fair treatment or selflessness. “I….I guess I understand what you mean.” She sat up and looked down at her lap, frowning. “I may not have discredited people based on their weight, but teasing someone for their so-called ‘blood purity’ happened on a daily basis.” Pansy bit her lip, reaching for Cormac’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I guess nobody is the nicest person while they’re in school, right?”
“People are dicks in school.” he said with a shrug. “People are dicks in general. They have to be to get what they want. Best thing to do is to try and go against the general behavior…” he sighed, looking back at her as they held hands. “You still all high and mighty about that blood purity crap? Because I’m half-blood so you’ll probably want to leave if you are…”
“Is that what you do now, then? Go against the general behaviour?” She quirked an eyebrow, tilting her head. From what he’d told her, he had to focus on apperances more than the normal person. “Would you still have shagged Milly if she didn’t look the way she does now? If she hadn’t lost the weight?” She was pretty sure she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. “And no. I was never really hung up on blood purity, really. I did it for….” She blushed, unable to say his name. “A guy.”
Cormac looked back over to her and frowned. He hadn’t realised that she had been miserable in school, and he was ashamed to say the reason why. “Image is everything in school… I was an idiot and I told myself that my reputation was more important…” he sighed, turning away from her. “I was an asshole back then…”
She looked over at him, opening her mouth to give him a lecture before thinking better of it. She was definitely not the spokesperson for fair treatment or selflessness. “I….I guess I understand what you mean.” She sat up and looked down at her lap, frowning. “I may not have discredited people based on their weight, but teasing someone for their so-called ‘blood purity’ happened on a daily basis.” Pansy bit her lip, reaching for Cormac’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I guess nobody is the nicest person while they’re in school, right?”
(Source: witheringpansy)
Pansy winced as she turned back to him, shaking her head slowly. “Uhm. No, that’s fine.” She nodded, to reasure him and herself. She’d feel bad putting him out of his bead, even if he was being an utter arse. She continued walking in the direction he’s pointed towards, taking in his entire apartment. As much as she hated to admit it, she was very impressed. The contrast between his apartment and hers was almost comical, and her cheeks turned scarlett as she thought about how big the differences were.
“I liked her in school…” Cormac admitted, mostly to break the awkward silence that had been created. “Not like, a lot… I just saw something fun in her back then, so when I remembered who she was, and saw how much everything I liked back then had amplified I asked her over here for dinner.” He hoped that his honesty would dig him out of this hole as he showed her into his bedroom. “The fact that she got ridiculously hot was also a part of the decision…but mostly the other stuff…” he laughed a little and dived onto his bed.
She raised an eyebrow, hesitanly crawling on top of the bed and turning on her side to look at him. “If you liked her back then, why didn’t you say something?” She frowned, thinking back. “Milly was miserable. If you knew how much crap she took from everyone….” Pansy shook her head and sighed. “I have to admit, I was among the group giving her shit.” She bit her lip.
Her stomach lurched and she shook her head, making a gagging noise. “She’s my friend!” She shook her head. Milly had never seemed like the girl that would sleep with someone without having an alterior motive. Like feelings. If she did…well, Pansy would definitely have to keep her little escapade with Cormac a secret. “You know, maybe those magazines weren’t so wrong after all.” She gave him a look of utter disgust before brushing herself off and nodding firmly. “Bed time.”
Pansy’s sudden change in attitude baffled Cormac. Had he said something wrong? He wasn’t entirely sure, all that he knew was sharing a bed with a woman that looked that pissed off was almost certainly a bad thing. He pointed her towards his bedroom with a sigh. Cormac didn’t want her to believe the crap in those magazines. He just wanted her to see him for who he was, right here, but that was apparently too much to handle. I am an awful lot to handle, aren’t I? Too much personality, too much sex appeal, too much of a lot of things.
“I can sleep on the couch if you want…” he asked awkwardly. “I don’t mind… “
Pansy winced as she turned back to him, shaking her head slowly. “Uhm. No, that’s fine.” She nodded, to reasure him and herself. She’d feel bad putting him out of his bead, even if he was being an utter arse. She continued walking in the direction he’d pointed towards, taking in his entire apartment. As much as she hated to admit it, she was very impressed. The contrast between his apartment and hers was almost comical, and her cheeks turned scarlett as she thought about how big the differences were.
Cormac looked around the room and shrugged. “What’s wrong with me fucking Milly?” He asked, laughing a little. “She got super hot! Have you seen her? I mean… My god. She sent me a letter asking to meet up and I was bored and horny so I agreed. Turned out we had a pretty good time, so I asked her on a date here.” He flashed Pansy a grin and got to his feet, pulling her up with him. “Bed time, I think.” He nodded.
Her stomach lurched and she shook her head, making a gagging noise. “She’s my friend!” She shook her head. Milly had never seemed like the girl that would sleep with someone without having an alterior motive. Like feelings. If she did…well, Pansy would definitely have to keep her little escapade with Cormac a secret. “You know, maybe those magazines weren’t so wrong after all.” She gave him a look of utter disgust before brushing herself off and nodding firmly. “Bed time.”
(Source: witheringpansy)
When she moaned his name a feeling went through him he never experienced before. He grinned goofily and thrusted faster and rougher as his climax kept building up. “Fuck…” he moaned out softly. He grazed his lips across her collarbone and nipped at the skin softly.
She couldn’t help but giggle a bit as he cussed. The whole evening, he hadn’t cursed once and sounded so…sexy. She rocked her hips against him rhythmically, the friction becoming too much for her. She groaned and arched her back sharply as she hit her climax, throwing her head back and screaming a stream of swears, as well as Jimmy’s name thrown in a couple times.
(Source: witheringpansy)
Jimmy bit down on her neck softly, stifling a moan trying to escape her lips. Each time he moaned he felt embarrassed. His hand ran up her body and clutched her right breast. With each thrust he felt himself getting closer and closer. He diverted his lips back to her mouth, snogging roughly, and letting out another moan.
Pansy slid her tongue against Jimmy’s, groaning at his taste. Anytime he touched a different place, it sent shivers across her entire body. She arched the small of her back, pressing her breast against his palm harder. She broke the kiss and brought her lips to his ear. She brushed her soft lips against the shell of his ear, quietly moaning his name.
(Source: witheringpansy)
Milly’s too punctual.
She has a habit of coming early.
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.
(Source: unhealedscar)
