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PART THREE: SHADOW AND FLAME

31 October, 1998

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The Astronomy Tower afforded a lovely view and a calming solitude most days – which is why Pansy had dragged her bon-bon perfect bottom up the flights of endless stairs to the tower that morning after a night of restless sleep. She was badly in need of some cheering.

As she rested at the top, leaning against the metal railing, though, she wondered why she'd even bothered to make the trip up.

"How utterly disappointing," she murmured to the sparkling sun ascending in its arc overhead. Its cheery face highlighted a bright, iridescent sky that danced over a landscape teeming with life below. Where were the famed Scottish grey clouds of October to match her mood? Where were the howling Halloween winds that tended to blow across the Black Lake, the season's cold, sheeting rain, and the possible bite of frost this early in the morning? Where were the shadows and the darkened skies of approaching winter? She could really do with some of that.

This unexpected warm spell coupled with the happy, changing leaves in the valley–all flaming reds and oranges–and magnified by the excited chittering of the matching red squirrels that hopped from tree branch to tree branch and chased each other across the green grass had Pansy thinking and obsessing over a particular ginger-haired Gryffindor again – something she absolutely shouldn't do.

It was just an experiment and meant absolutely nothing, she told herself for the hundredth time...

...and for the hundredth time, she knew she was lying to herself.

"Bother," she sighed.

Backing away from the railing, she sauntered over to the small outcropping of stairs that led into the telescope room, and sat down with a heavy 'hmph' for a private sulk.

What had happened to her life? It had all been going so swimmingly just this last April. She'd been a week away from her engagement to Draco being announced in the papers, and she'd been fantasizing about the size of her wedding dress, about the size of the wedding guest list, and about the size of the diamonds on her wedding band. It had been a wonderful time, filled with so much attention, all paid to her.

Now, Draco was secretly shagging Theodore Nott (or, at the very least, snogging the daylights out of him), more than half her House had been eaten by undead monsters or had fled the country, and the rest of Pansy's grand plans were simply dust. No dress, no list, and worst of all, no diamonds.

It was all because the world outside the school's front gates had gone to hell in a hand basket, with zombies roaming the cities and countryside, and the Muggles threatening to blow-up the entire island with some ultimate weapon (according to Granger and Potter) unless the wizarding community did something to stop the plague that had ravaged Britain.

It meant her life was on-hold while the witches and wizards that called the island home were assigned by the Ministry into teams (strategically located around England and Scotland) to kill off the forty-or-so million shambling, disease-ridden Muggles without damaging the infrastructure.

"It's not fair." she groused.

In a quiet, shadowy corner of the tower, someone barked a sharp laugh. Pansy's head snapped up just in time to see Ginny Weasley step out of the chameleonic curtain of a Disillusionment Charm. Her long, fiery hair sparkled like phoenix feathers in the sunlight – all copper and melted gold with a hint of scarlet.

Pansy would kill for hair like that. Unfortunately, she had her mother's colouring – raven wing's black. There was no fire in her, only shadow.

"Life's not fair," Weasley declared. "You get used to it."

Pansy tsk'd. "How do you do that?" she asked her assigned team Captain, giving Weasley a frown that could send the Giant Squid scurrying. "I've never gotten the hang of Disillusionment Charms."

Ginny shrugged, and sauntered over her to, her gait a natural, smooth roll that was filled with sexy confidence. "I'm shit at Glamour Charms. They're your specialty, I understand. Maybe it's the natural balance of things."

Pansy abruptly stood up, refusing to be lower than a Weasley, especially this one. She and Ginny had already had a close call last week, when their ill-conceived, spontaneous snog got a bit out of control (ending with Pansy having to employ a powerful Concealment Charm to cover up the chain of love bites left upon her throat). Something about the fiery redheaded witch made Pansy lose all common sense, and for that reason, she felt that being at the same level as the other woman's crotch was an invitation for trouble.

"Why are you here?" she asked, vexed at having her personal space invaded, especially by the one person she'd been hoping to escape for a little while. "This is my preferred meditation spot. I demand you go at once." She made a quick shooing motion towards the exit.

Ginny's answering smirk was damning to Pansy's nerves. "Make me," she said, coming to a stop when only inches separated them.

In a graceful move meant to cover-up her discomfort, Pansy stepped backwards and up onto the next stair, putting some space between them and meeting Weasley eye-to-eye (the witch had the same tall, athletic build as her brothers, only in a feminised form, and so stood several inches taller than Pansy's five feet, three inches).

"Are you spying on me, Weasley?" she demanded. "Have you no shame?"

Her Captain grinned. "You've only just noticed, Parkinson?"

Pansy gave the younger girl a baleful eye. Ginny was going to make her do something she'd regret, if she kept sassing her. Pansy had a serious weakness for defiant, arrogant girls with smart mouths. She'd once had a girl crush on Granger for just the same thing, back during their sixth year... "Fine, if you won't go, then I will." She waved a hand towards the too-cheerful, wild blue yonder just beyond the railing. "The weather is unbearable enough as it is. I don't need you adding to my bad mood."

Weasley, however, wouldn't be dismissed so easily. Before Pansy could make it to the bottom step, Ginny stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Pansy's waist, pulling her in nice and tight. Their breasts squished together.

Oooh, that felt nice!

"Nuh-uh, Parkinson. You and I have some something between us that's unfinished and needs closure," she stated, and leaned in to claim Pansy's lips for a wet, delicious kiss.

Pansy's head spun as Ginny's tongue darted out to coax and play with hers. She'd been kissed before, loads of times by boys. Pansy had been a kissing champion during her House days. She'd never let things go farther than that, but when it came to the art of kissing, she'd learned it through hours of applied practise. As a result, she considered herself somewhat of an expert on the subject.

She'd never been kissed as Ginny Weasley was kissing her now. The witch kissed as she'd once played Quidditch and how she commanded their small team in the field: with a sexy, bold confidence that left no doubt as to the eventual outcome.

Well, this just wouldn't do. Sure, she'd wanted to lose her virginity sometime before the end of the Zombie Apocalypse, and Ginny seemed more than willing and able to make that happen, but really, the point was moot. The fact of the matter was she couldn't let herself get involved with anyone aside from the man she was duty-bound to marry...

...who was currently in a gay relationship with his best friend.

She git her back teeth, irritated by the entire situation.

She pulled her mouth from Weasley's with force. "How dare you!" She struggled to free her arms, which were pinned to her sides by Ginny's stronger hold. "You're delusional! Let me go this instant! There is absolutely nothing going on between us but air."

"Liar, liar," Ginny admonished her with a teasing laugh. "There are all sorts of things between us, Parkinson. You're just too stubborn to admit them."

She gave a lady-like snort in disbelief. "Name one. Go on, then. I dare you. You can't, can you?"

"You're right – I can't name just one, because the list is too long," Ginny joked, skimming her mouth across Pansy's cheek. "For example, there's desire and curiosity, and reckless need." She softly kissed over the thrumming pulse in Pansy's neck. "There's also shared passion, secrets, infatuation... and entirely too many clothes."

Oh, dear.

It seemed denying Ginny and keeping herself out of trouble was going to be harder than Pansy had initially thought. "You shouldn't assume-" she began, but her words stuck as Ginny's mouth latched onto her pulse with a bit of pressure. "That's not enough for us to be doing this," she tried instead, her eyes rolling back into her head at the pleasure Weasley evoked. "Pure-blood witches only get involved with pure-blood men."

Ginny's mouth paused and lifted from her throat. "Wrong gender, but right blood type. We're half-way there, so it's close enough. Besides, no one has to know. It can be our secret – again. Slytherins love secrets, or so I've heard."

"W-we might," Pansy hesitantly admitted, pressing her cheek to Ginny's. "Gryffindors aren't known for it, though."

Ginny chuckled, and it was a wicked sound. "You'd be surprised. I can keep all sorts of secrets."

"Like?" Pansy asked, a bit breathless, her interest piqued. For some reason, knowing Weasley was snake-like was an undeniable turn-on.

With a Slytherin's shrewd cunning, Ginny didn't answer. Instead, she dropped her head again, and went right back to sucking on the spot she'd temporarily quit, chuckling at the same time.

Circe's tits, the girl knew how to play! Pansy's knickers ran damp with her arousal.

"This is a mistake. We'll both regret it," she warned, feeling her will weakening. Her body felt melty, and tingly, and so, so warm in Ginny's arms.

Ginny hands slid downward until they cupped Pansy's bum over the pair of Muggle jeans she had been forced to incorporate into her wardrobe lately. "I promise you I won't regret an inch of licking your nipples and your pretty, pink cunt," the redhead whispered in her ear. "Has anyone ever done that to you?"

Temptation was typically a snake's game; Pansy had never pegged a lioness to understand its finer nuances, but Ginny was doing a damned good job convincing her of the impossible. Besides, Pansy was never one to easily deny herself something she wanted… and she'd never wanted anything as much as what Weasley was offering her right then.

Pansy's breath hitched in her chest as she nodded. "I'm no shy virgin."

Technically, she'd told the truth: she wasn't shy. Not in the least bit, in fact.

"Good."

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A wave of Pansy's wand Transfigured one of the padded side benches into a larger, cushioned chaise. A Warming Bubble Charm assured the breeze blowing through the tower's open sides didn't chill her naked skin.

Ginny's long, auburn hair was a silken, fiery fan across Pansy's pale flesh, as her lover trailed a path down her throat and over her bared breasts. Pansy couldn't help but touch the thin, straight strands, so different from her own shadowy, thick mane.

"Godric, you're beautiful," Ginny murmured, as she dropped her head and took one beige nipple between her lips, suckling with light pressure. She dropped her hips at the same moment, and rubbed her curl-shrouded pussy against Pansy's bared lips. Their damp flesh kissed and stroked, even as Ginny's tongue and teeth teased.

"Oh," Pansy gasped, panting. She raised her hips a bit so they brushed together again. "Yes," she hissed with pleasure. "That's so good."

Ginny switched breasts, lashing her tongue around the neglected nipple until it, too, went tight and ached. As she bit and sucked and kissed, she rubbed their lower bodies together, up and back, mingling their juices. Their soft, tender clits met and massaged, stimulating each other.

Tiny electric shocks of pleasure shot through Pansy. With a cry, her body suddenly convulsed with a gentle, gratifying orgasm.

Weasley hummed with satisfaction. She lifted her head and kissed Pansy hard on the mouth, even as she lifted her hips away and her hand shot down between them to stroke over Pansy's moist slit. "You're very sensitive," Ginny whispered, bringing her wet finger up and rubbing Pansy's essence over her lips. "I like that."

"Me, too," Pansy admitted, panting, her body thrumming with joy.

Not even diamonds had ever made her feel this good.

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Ginny's tongue was a naughty, talented thing. It lapped between Pansy's lower lips with perfect pressure, tickling the hypersensitive flesh, sampling every hidden corner. Her legs were splayed as wide as she could comfortable split them, and her hands had a death grip on Ginny's satiny, ginger hair as she ground her hips into her lover's face.

"Oh, yes, more," she begged, arching her back as another burst of fire shot through her thighs, making them tremble. "God, yes!"

Hard, suckling pressure over her clit replaced the sweet laving, as the desire between the two of them went wild and out of control once more. Ginny moaned as she dove in and ate her fill of Pansy's essence.

A finger parted her folds, thrusting deep into Pansy's opening. She cried out and moaned.

Ginny froze, and then snickered. "Liar, liar," she admonished. She raised her head from between Pansy's legs. "You haven't done this before."

Panting, on the verge of a second climax, Pansy growled. "I said I wasn't a shy virgin. You don't see me blushing and hurrying to cover up, do you?"

Laughing, Ginny kissed Pansy's clit one more time before withdrawing her hands and her mouth, rising up onto her knees. "A clever play with words – I should have expected such a thing from a Slytherin. That's cheating, though, so no more getting your pussy licked as punishment for telling me a fib. In fact-" She crawled up Pansy's body, until her cunt was situated directly over Pansy's mouth. "-I think you need to properly apologise to me for leading me on." She lowered her hips until her crisp, wet hairs brushed over Pansy's lips. "Eat me and maybe I'll think about popping that cherry of yours properly."

At first, Pansy was daunted by the challenge… but then she looked up at Ginny's blushing, glistening flesh and felt a stirring of hunger in her belly so heavy that her anxiety was swept away. Grabbing hold of Ginny's hips, she opened her mouth and sucked the soft, pink labia into her mouth.

"Mmmm," they both moaned, as Pansy delved in for a second taste.

The taste was salty with a hint of sweet, and Ginny's smell was just the right intensity of musk to appeal to Pansy's senses. It was strong, vibrant, and powerful – gloriously feminine and sexy. She let her tongue explore, spearing inside and around the small entrance and wiggling it about, learning the delicious flavour of Ginny's cunt.

The sounds Ginny made were half the experience. It seemed Weasley really loved having her pussy eaten and fucked by Pansy's fingers and tongue. She came while sitting upright on her knees, pinching her nipples. Her come soaked Pansy's chin and lips.

Out of breath and clearly pleased, Ginny shimmied back down Pansy's body, pressing their damp cores together. "Do you want me to rid you of your virginity with my hand?" she asked, stroking over one of Pansy's nipples. "It'll hurt a bit. You'll bleed, but it'll be done. Then you can fuck whoever you want."

Pansy hesitated. She'd been told all her life to save her maidenhead for her husband…

It was a silly superstition, wasn't it – one's level of purity and overall worth based on an intact hymen. What was the big deal, really? Draco and Theo certainly weren't virgins (she assumed), and Pansy suspected that even the Lovegood bint had managed to lose her cherry to Blaise by now, after so many months of dating. Everyone else was doing it, too – Longbottom was banging both of the Patil twins, the Weasel King was shagging Brown, Daphne had given it up to Marcus Flint already, and Granger obviously wanted Potter. Really, where was the shame in giving her virginity to a person she was having legitimate feelings for? Besides, with the end of days happening right under their noses, and the loss of teammates on occasion out in the field, who was to say this wouldn't be her only chance to experience sex in a way she wanted?

"Okay," she agreed, "but on one condition."

Ginny gave her that same sly, naughty smirk that had started all of the trouble between them to begin with. "Mum says never to bargain with Slytherins, but to be your first… name your price."

"You teach me everything you know about sex, however long that takes."

Ginny seemed intrigued by the idea. "Deal." She sealed the bargain with a slippery, sweet kiss. "Now, spread your legs for me again. I want to make you come all over my face. Then, we'll make sure we do you right."

Pansy obeyed without hesitation and Ginny slid down her body to take back up where she'd left off earlier.

She came twice more under Ginny's expert touch, and then Pansy finally lost her virginity, and it did hurt... but her fiery goddess was there to soothe the pain afterwards, touching and stroking and massaging the hurt away. They enjoyed each other all day long, until the late afternoon's shadows crept across the landscape outside, and the October wind howled the approach of a storm.

~FIN~

Author's Final Notes:

This chapter was my first time ever writing Femmeslash, as well as Pansy-Ginny as a couple. Hope you enjoyed it!

And we come to the end of this three-part tale. I have no plans to continue it at this time. I think it's a rather complete story as-is. Please let me know your thoughts about it in a review!