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traitor [p.p]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of angst, death

a/n: i changed the request just a teeny bit, i hope its okay!

request: Hi, i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could write a Pansy x f!reader When they are in the hogwarts battle when Voldemort announces that Harry is dead and reader is one of the only Slytherin-owned who has stood against the Death Eaters. She tries to bring Pansy to her side, but ends up being called a traitor by belatrix and ends up being killed by the same during the battle, having as a last action saying I love you to Pansy. ( requested by @forgetmenotsworld )

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this was not how things were supposed to end. harry was supposed to kill voldemort, and things were supposed to go back to a peaceful world, where you didn’t have to jump at every creak in the floorboards, scared you were going to be attacked. everything you’d done was supposed to be justified - because he won.

you stood absolutely distraught at the sight in front of you. you heard the screams in celebration of the death eaters, knowing full well that your family and the families of your best friends stood among them. 

“harry potter is dead!” you heard vaguely, though you began to drone out the sounds around you as realization dawned on you.

you were never going to get that perfect life you wanted with pansy, because harry was dead. along with him went any hope of your freedom. the dark lord was going to rise and take over the wizarding world. and you were expected to follow.

you and pansy had been together since your fifth year, through everything you acted side-by-side. you were each other’s rocks. from helping each other through the tasks assigned by the dark lord and your parents, to the constant glares you got from other houses. the hardest and simplest times, you’d been through it all together - and that was what made any of it somewhat okay.

you thought you were on the same page always - together until the end, as you’d always say to her. she would always repeat your words with confidence, because you always hoped for a better life.

now, all hope gone, you were simply scared. pansy had always been one to give into fear, especially when it came down to risking the lives of those she loved. if there was one thing that scared her the most, it was losing her family - or worse - losing you.

draco had warned her before the battle began, and the words echoed in her head. 

“don’t do anything stupid, pansy. you know what he’s capable of - he won’t hesitate to kill anyone. especially not her. he shows no mercy, and you need to do what he says.” his voice cracked at his own words, and that was when pansy had realized; he was just as scared as she was. if not more.

so when lucius and narcissa began to coax draco over to them, pansy was not surprised at the way he obediently did as told. she looked over at you, whose expression had visibly dropped into one of shock. 

she opened her mouth to comfort you, but no words came out. she couldn’t comfort you now, because you both knew what was going to happen next. there was nothing comforting about it.

“pansy.” she heard, and her world froze. she slowly turned, to meet the eyes of her father burning holes through her. “come. now.” he all but demanded, and she gulped nervously. she felt your heavy gaze on her, and her heart tore in half. 

her eyes traveled to draco, whose expression was pleading her to listen. it was this or you would die, she reminded herself. taking a shaky breath, she refused to look at you as she stepped out onto the field, ignoring the disappointed gazes of her peers.

you thought you were shocked when draco gave in without a fight. but pansy? you thought she knew better. your mind was racing, and you barely felt the tears that began rolling down your cheeks as you pushed through the crowd, grabbing her arm. 

“pansy - don’t do this.” you pleaded, and your heart broke even more when she turned to face you, her expression holding no emotion.

“i have to.” she stated, but you knew her - and you knew how hard she was trying to hold up a brave front. you stepped forward, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. she leaned against it, closing her eyes. “please don’t make this harder than it has to be. just come with me, and we can both be safe.”

“i can’t fight with him. stay with me - we can fight for the right side. we can make up for some of the fucked up shit we’ve done. i love you-” you started, but you were cut off by a loud, wicked cackle that echoed through the deathly silent courtyard. you and pansy stepped apart, a bit taken aback by the horrid sound. your eyes followed the source, only to see bellatrix skipping happily over to you.

pansy wanted to desperately to step out in front of you, stop whatever was going to happen. she made a motion to move, but she felt her body lock as bellatrix yelled a simple “stupefy!” and laughed maniacally. 

pansy could see and hear everything that was happening, but couldn’t do anything to stop it, and she felt her heart crack as bellatrix dragged her wand against your chin. you stood tall, but even from her position on the ground, she knew you were scared.

bellatrix circled you, like an animal waiting to attack its prey. you felt her wand gently running along your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “looky what we’ve got here.” she purred, and you sucked in a breath as she stepped away from you, facing you directly. 

“a traitor! how exciting - i mean, what a shame..” she spoke sarcastically, and a wicked smile crawled onto her face.

“there’s only one way to handle people like yourself.” she whispered, so only you could hear. “and everyone is going to watch.” she turned to face the crowd of students, all watching with bated breaths. 

“this is what happens to those of you who don’t listen to the dark lord. may this girl serve as a reminder.” she turned to you, and without hesitation, screamed the last words you’d ever hear. “avada kedavra!”

pansy watched in pain as you dropped to the ground, unable to move. finally, bellatrix lifted her spell from pansy’s body, and she crawled over to your lifeless figure, clinging to you desperately. 

“no no no” she repeated, cradling you to her chest. “i love you too, y/n. what happened to together until the end? please, please come back. i can’t do this without you.” she muttered, sobs wracking her body. 

bellatrix had launched off into a speech about treachery, though pansy paid no mind. you were gone.

she felt a pair of strong arms lift her away from you, and she kicked and screamed in a feeble attempt to get back to you. “shh, pans. i’ve got you.” draco whispered, and pansy finally felt the weakness hit her as she went limp in his arms, allowing him to bring her to her parents’ side. pansy turned abruptly, latching onto draco as she cried.

it had felt like her whole world had come crashing down, you were the only thing that kept her sane and now, you were dead. she was alone, and hopeless. 

she saw movement from the corner of her eye, and suddenly harry was alive - and battle broke out. something in her snapped, and she wiped her tears with a newfound determination. ‘this one’s for you, y/n.’ she thought, sucking in a sharp breath and running to help her fellow hogwarts students.

she was going to fight for what was right, for the life you have always dreamed of - or she would die trying.

Everyone has secrets

(Pansy Parkinson x fem reader)

(mostly fluff,a bit suggestive and a tiny bit of angst)

summary:

The two of you are in a secret relationship but her friends catch you making out in her dorm.

warnings:

hinting at homophobic parents

A/N:

it’s autumn, which means watching comfort movies/shows all day and spending to much time inserting yourself into the story’s so…. here we go

Her body was pressed against your own, capturing you between her and the wooden wall of the Slytherin girls dorm. Your hands being tangled in her dark hair you deepened the kiss. Her fumbling with the buttons of your shirt while sloppily traveling over your jaw and down your neck with kisses, leaving marks along the way. Your head was empty as it was falling back against the wall, desperate whimpers escaping your lips. Your shirt was falling to the ground while she looked at you with adoration “oh y/n,” she whispered and kissing you for the hundredth time biting down your on bottom lip. Pushing yourself of the wall you stumbled to her bed together, almost tripping over some books lying on the floor. Next you pushed her onto the bed while taking a seat on her lap.

“Jesus Pansy how much noise can someone make? What you doing in here-“ Matteo laughed as he walked in the room, stopping mid step glaring at the scene in front of him. “What the fuck,” mumbled Draco. “Didn’t think this was how i’d see y/n half naked for the first time.” Theo laughed while Daphne was standing mouth open and in shock in the door frame. “There is something called knocking ya know?” Pansy scolded while covering you with her blanket. “Since when?” Daphne asked ignoring pansy’s annoyed expression. “what exactly is this?!” Draco questioned while picking up your shirt and handing it back to you. “God let her get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.” Pansy said while ushering the four out of the room. “What do we tell them?” you asked while putting your shirt back on. She leaned her forehead against yours with a sight “the truth.”

Matteo had told everyone in the common room to get lost making sure no one would be disturbing them. Pansy took your hand, stepping out the door sending you a quick nod. “Y/n and I are dating, since a couple months.” Pansy spoke calmly while almost crushing your hand. “months?!” Daphne almost yelled out of surprise. “So I really don’t have a shot with you?” Theo asked while winking at you. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m quite happy.” You laughed, throwing your arm around Pansy. “Why haven’t you told us?” Draco asked. Pansy shifted around a little uncomfortable “I- I don’t know, it’s just I was scared of your reaction. And the others can’t know! My parents would be furious, you know how they are…” “Oh sweetie, we love you regardless of who you date.” with teary eyes Daphne hugged Pansy tightly. “And we’d never tell on you man, we’re family.” Theo said while bringing him and Draco into the hug. “You’re one of us now” Matteo joked, while shoving you into the hug.

DAY 23: WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME

-> part 2 of it's beginning to look a lot like christmas

pairing: platonic!slytherin group x fem!reader

summary: when you don't turn up for breakfast one morning, your friends go on a scavenger hunt to find you

warnings: mentions of illness, a bit of angst, but happy ending

the slytherin boys and pansy were sitting in their usual seats at the slytherin table, eating their breakfast

"where is y/n?" draco asked pansy, while he folded the paper to put it down

"probable hanging mistletoes around the school" mattheo joked

"she's still in the dorm. she didn't want to come down with me" pansy shook her head

"she didn't want to?" theo asked "is something wrong?"

"she's probably planning another of those christmas surprises" blaise laughed "first the picture and next we have to handwrite the cards too"

"is she alright?" enzo slapped blaise on the arm "it's unlikely for her to skip breakfast"

"she didn't talk much" pansy shrugged "i asked her if she wanted to come down and she just shook her head and turned back around"

"she's still in bed?" draco asked baffled "yeah, this absolutely doesn't seem likely, don't you think?"

"hmm" mattheo nodded "if you put it like this"

“okay, now, what do we do? do we go to the dorm?” enzo asked shrugging

“do i look like a girl to you?” draco deadpanned

“no..?” enzo looked confused

“then how am i supposed to ‘go to the dorm’?”

“huh”

“why don’t you ask her what’s going on?” theo looked at pansy “maybe you can get her to come downstairs, we can wait there for you”

before pansy got a chance to answer, blaise chimed in “you mean.. right before class?”

“we’ll just cut breakfast short and go now” mattheo suggested

“do we have to?” blaise didn’t receive an answer, just angry looks from his friends “okay, okay” he raised his hands in defeat “we go now”

the group got up from their seats and walked back to the slytherin common room. the boys sat down while pansy walked up to your shared dorm, to get you downstairs

“y/n?” she asked, as she didn’t see you in bed like she had initially expected. she looked around the room, you were nowhere to be found. just like the christmas decor you had put up.

pansy walked into the room, opened the closet and wondered where you could’ve went. and why you took the christmas decorations with you. you loved christmas and you never took down the decorations until it was atleast february.

the boys looked up as pansy came back down. “she isn’t in our room”

“what?” blaise almost screeched.

“how more clearly can she put it?” theo asked sarcastically.

“so we came here for nothing?” blaise shook his head frustrated.

his friends ignored him. “where could she have gone?” mattheo asked. no one knew an answer. they sat down frustrated.

"she took the decor away too" pansy said suddenly and all the boys looked up in surprise.

"what?" blaise asked

"how more clearly can she-"

blaise interrupted theo. "no, like genuinely what?" even blaise seemed to be worried now "was she held at gunpoint, being forced to take it down and then got kidnapped?"

"doesn't seem likely" draco shook his head

"no" mattheo interfered "he's onto something. you know y/n! she's basically santa clause if he was a cute girl"

"i think she loves christmas more than she loves all of us" enzo nodded.

"seriously, what happened to our y/n?" pansy let her face sink into her hands.

"are you searching for y/n?" a voice behind the couch made them perk up. it was one of the second years y/n was tutoring.

"tell us what you know, little boy" blaise encouraged

the boy send him a weird look and turned his head to look at pansy instead, someone who seemed a lot more sane and he knew to be y/n's best friend. "she told me she couldn't make it to our tutor session today and then she said she was going to the library"

the walk to the library was one of the fastest things the slytherins had ever done, desperate to quickly find you.

after they had stumbled into the room, they had been immediately thrown out by madam pince, who didn’t want any disturbance before ten o’clock atleast

“okay” theo said to the woman “do you at least know if y/n is here?”

“y/n?” madam pince repeated and no one of your friends was surprised that you were on first name basis with the libertarian. “yes, she was here, about thirty minutes ago. she brought back a book and helped me put a few away”

“did she tell you where she was going?” pansy asked the woman, who seemed a lot friendlier since you had been mentioned.

“yes, she wanted to get some fresh air, she said”

“so she’s outside?” draco concluded.

madam pince just shrugged, before she had that look on her face again, that told all of them that the conversation was over.

before they had started to walk away, she did say something else. something uncharacteristically nice, which made your friends worry even more. “i hope you find her”

the slytherin group stepped out into the cold winter air, their breath visible in the early morning frost. they followed faint traces of your presence—disheveled footprints in the snow, and a few abandoned christmas decorations.

"she was definitely here," mattheo observed, picking up a fallen ornament. "but where did she go?"

blaise pointed to a few scattered snowflakes that floated gently in the breeze. "magic residue. she's been using some spells."

draco frowned, scanning the landscape. "we need to think like y/n. where would she go for some solitude and fresh air?"

pansy suddenly gasped. "the abandoned classrooms near the dungeons! she used to go there all the time to study in peace."

the group nodded in agreement, a renewed sense of purpose guiding their steps. as they approached the secluded classrooms, faint strains of a soft melody reached their ears.

"is that... christmas music?" enzo asked, surprised.

they cautiously entered the room, and there you were, surrounded by the christmas decorations you had taken with you. a small enchanted music box played a comforting tune, and you turned around, a mix of surprise and relief in your eyes.

"hey, guys," you greeted, a weak smile playing on your lips.

"what's going on, y/n?" draco asked, concern etched on his face.

you took a deep breath. "i'm sorry for worrying you all. i found out this morning that my grandma was unwell, and I needed a moment to process it. but she's better now."

relief washed over the group, and mattheo stepped forward, offering a comforting hug. "we were so worried about you."

pansy smiled. "we thought you were kidnapped or something."

You chuckled, wiping away a stray tear. "no, just needed some time to clear my head."

blaise, always the joker, conjured a small bouquet of flowers. "for grandma chrissie" he smiled "please let her know i'm thinking of her and wishing for her to get well soon"

you accepted them with gratitude, smiling about the fact that blaise was still an absolute fan of your grandma.

"how about some cheering up?" draco suggested

the group gathered the scattered decorations, and together you all returned to the slytherin common room. the atmosphere shifted from worry to warmth as the group cooperated to deck the common room with festive trimmings.

in the glow of the enchanted candles and the laughter of friends, the christmas spirit returned. the slytherins rallied around you, playing games and sharing stories late into the night. and that night you were reminded that no matter what, you could always rely on your friends.

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obsessed with pansy parkinson’s lately

when he writes your name in his notebook with theodore nott

S C R I B B L E S

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: thank youu for requesting, ik this has been lying there forever and i am so sorry for not doing it sooner. I've been quite busy and lost my will to write for a while but i'm back and i love youu. I'll probably start writting these from the back and it'll take some time cause there are over seventy but not to fret, please continue requesting, i'll answer as soon as i'm able

requested- yes

warnings- hopeless romantic is all i have to say

Theodore nott was one to always jolt it down. it didnt matter if was a number, a lyric in the back of his head, people's conversations or random ingridients, he'd just write it down till all its memory was shifted to the ink of his quill.

but no matter how many times dear theo has scribbled your name down, he could'nt have peace from your thoughts for more than 27.43 minutes (which pansy volunatrily counted)

his notebook had your name scribbled everywhere, in different fonts, different colours of ink, in hearts, in his study notes, it was everywhere.

No matter how hard he tried, your name was the smallest echo in his head that never failed to catch his ears

"whatcha writtin down?" you'd ask every once in a while when you see him write down something relegiously. You did'nt want to know but it brought such joy watching the ever so mighty nott stumble and stutter making up an excuse for himself.

"none of your fuckin buisness"