Lansy One Shots

Soft (But Only For You)

Summary: Luna is being bullied. Pansy has something to say about it.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to annanotherthing on Ao3

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There was a flash of light, and Pansy gasped as pain rocketed up her side.

"Look who it is, the Slytherin Slut. I heard you whored yourself out to every Death Eater with a cock to try and gain You-Know-Who's favour."

Pansy turned to face her attackers, turning her back on the boy whose books she had just knocked to the ground accidentally on purpose. It was not an uncommon occurrence for her to be cornered by groups of younger students, students whose experience of the War was limited to running down the passage to the Hogs Head on the night of the Battle. Whose parents were safe, who may have lost classmates, if they were very unlucky, a friend or family member. Enough for them to feel they had a vendetta. Not enough for them to appreciate how the War affected everyone, regardless of which side they ended up on.

"Still whoring yourself around, Parkinson? You might be a worthless Death Eater slut, but I'd still get in line."

"You can get in line all you want, but I have some standards." Pansy immediately bit back at the bulky Gryffindor seventh year. She had no idea what his name was, and she had no inclination to find out. This was not the first time he had cornered her, and she doubted it would be the last. Somehow it seemed that being a Gryffindor and having friends in all the other houses (apart from Slytherin, of course) meant that he was the prime candidate for this brand of clumsy vigilante justice.

"You didn't have standards when you slept with those psychos why would you have any now?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's almost like I didn't sleep with them or even that I rank you lower than them. Go figure out which it is, if you can find your only braincell."

The lump clearly didn't like that she stood up to him – which she knew from previous encounters – and threw several poorly aimed hexes at her, barely doing any damage.

"Boys, the bitch is fighting back, let's teach her a lesson!"

"Oh please, I didn't even move, you aim is just so atrocious you couldn't hit a troll if he was standing on your foot."

His friends were at least slightly better shots than he was, and the hexes began to hit their mark, but she refused to make a sound.

"Go on, bitch, scream!"

"The only thing I'd be screaming at here is the fact that I'm not sure if I'm being hexed by a man or a monster, your face makes it hard to tell."

She wasn't sure how much longer they threw hex after hex at her, but she could not retaliate, her wand was limited by the Ministry, and any hint of an offensive spell outside of the Defence classroom would have found her hauled back into the Ministry for questioning faster than a Bowtruckle on woodlice. She often raged against the unfairness of it. It was her father who did the crimes – that he did not survive to pay for said crimes was not her fault. But not in the eyes of the Ministry. Stamp it out, they said.

"The Headmistress doesn't like people using spells in the corridors." Came a voice from behind Pansy, and a Shield Charm shimmered into life in front of her.

Her attackers, who may have been mostly comprised of Gryffindors but showed a distinct lack of courage as they slunk off with all the bravery of a chipmunk.