what a waste

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Pairings: Pansy/Hermione, mentions of Pansy/Bellatrix and Hermione/Ron
Rating: R

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with one hand i part her legs, simply. no gallant gestures. no rough hand pawing them open the way a dog wrinkles back his muzzle and pushes around a dull bone. she wore no panties. only smooth skin, pinking with desire. a wet glistening on her thighs. she's been waiting for me. when i put my mouth on her and suck she arches up and her thighs are suddenly quivering. i want to make her quiver. i want to suck her life out of her cunt and breathe it into the still body i left behind that day. that day when the moon was a wisp in the sky, only her pale face visible, lips parted. that harsh face, that face that smiled for me when i grinned at her with blood on my teeth and hatred in my heart. she laughed when i tore mudbloods open with magic.

i miss that smile, with the jagged teeth and mad, glittering eyes. now, instead, i slip my tongue inside the wet, opening before my face. smelling musk. mouth slippery and lusting. in, out, in, out. a rhythm comes naturally and i reach my hand up to finger her clit. she is moving in anticipation. i look up, mouth wet, and watch her face. it is red and her mouth is half parted. no moans escape her. instead she hums tonelessly. her hair frizzes around her face. i want to pull that hair and make her shriek. her body is still, taut, waiting for me. she will not urge, she will not mash my face against her cunt in an attempt to get me to end my contemplation.

i move back between her thighs and tongue her clit. she is suddenly trembling. again that toneless hum that makes me want to yank her hair out in clumps. there is blood underneath my fingernails. she knows this. if she had seen me do it she would have pointed her wand at me and the last imprint in my eyes would have been cold green light. i slip one finger into her, then another. moving them in the way that i like. the way someone else used to finger fuck me. i move my mouth over her clit and suck and suck and suck. i am on automatic. i think of clamping my teeth on her and biting. i've done it before. to others. romancing them with my mouth, then turning on them.

she is near. her skin is warm in my mouth. i can feel a throbbing beat. not mine. i am cold between my legs. when she comes it is another name on her lips. i sit up and i spit on her. she does not react. it does not matter. i want to remove her vile slippery wetness from my mouth. the scent of her is strong.

my wand is in my pocket. the robes i wear are rumpled, stinking of her. in her hand is her wand. ever the auror, never without a wand, always ready for the next avada kedavra. her eyes are still closed and when i speak she twitches, 'goodbye.' my voice is flat and it sounds cold in this darkened room.

i get up off the bed and feel as if i could finally kill her. but i won't. she knows that. when i see her face pale in the dim light i think of another face and suddenly there is blood in my mouth. i leave without another glace, leaving behind that filthy room with the filthy mudblood.

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i stare into her eyes. she's finally caught me. she is alone. that red-headed boy she fucks has been killed. i slaughtered him, laughed as he shrieked blood, crushing him beneath my hands the way i would crush a nasty bug. that was all he was, after all. nothing more, nothing less.

her brown eyes are cold and she is mouthing 'avada kedavra' but her wand is pointing at the ground. i know she will use it on me. the blood on my hands is still warm. i would let her touch it if it would help her remember him. the incompetent bungler that stood in the dark lord's way, my way.

i remember the taste of her in my mouth. i think of her small breasts beneath my hands. i raise up my wand. hers is raised, she has come to her senses. we speak at the same time. 'avada kedavra.'

there is green light. my last thought is of how it would have been like to feel her mouth against mine. what a waste. mudblood.

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