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(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR184261,801635188,79924 Aug 0624 Aug 13Yes

She Walked Away (Dawn/Pansy Parkinson)

Title: She Walked Away
Author: JoeHundredaire (
Rating: R/FR18.
Pairings: Dawn Summers/Pansy Parkinson
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the owner of the Potterverse, and all the related little spawn running around Hogwarts (and Hogwarts itself). Never quite figured out who owns the Buffyverse, but I know for a fact that it's not me. Let's just go with 'not mine' and leave it as that.
Summary: She walked away, she left all she had believed in…
Joe's Note: Another 4AM music + soda = fiction masterpiece. Well, maybe masterpiece is a bit strong, but yeah, whatever. Enjoy your fic, damnit. ^_^

'She couldn't take one more day;
Home was more her prison now.
Independence called out,
She had to get it.
A fight was all she needed,
To give her reason.
She slammed the door with no goodbye,
And knew that it was time.
Now she's driving too fast,
She didn't care to glance behind,
And through her tears she laughed,
It's time to kiss the past goodbye.
I'm finally on my own,
Don't try to tell me no.
There's so much more for me,
Just watch what I will be…'

     "Do you ever miss it?"

     Pansy Parkinson lifted her head from her girlfriend's chest and stared into brilliant blue eyes as she pondered that question. "Sometimes. Like when we have to ride one of those filthy subways to get somewhere, or you insist on calling out for pizza."

     Laughing, Dawn Summers gave her a gentle shove. "I'm serious. When I came home today, you were rearranging the furniture with magic again, and then wandered around transfiguring as many things possible to be green and silver."

     "Dawn, I spent fifteen years growing up around green and silver furnishings. It's what I'm used to." Pansy looked around. "Besides, I was good this time. I only transfigured the sheets and the throw rug, and not any of your clothes."

     Dawn stuck her tongue out in response to that one. "Yes, well I liked my expensive Egyptian cotton sheets in the blue they came in. That's why I splurged half my paycheck on them two weeks ago. The rug… is actually better like that." She sobered a bit. "It makes me feel bad, that you left your world behind because of me. If it wasn't for me, you could be living somewhere magical and do spells whenever you want instead of having to hide it in an apartment."

     "I didn't have to leave, Dawn, I chose to. Plenty of witches and wizards marry muggles." Pansy held up her hand to stave off the inevitable objection. "Yes, darling, I know you can do magic but you can't do MY kind of magic and so that makes you a muggle in my world. The fact is… I chose to. So stop feeling guilty."

     And she had chosen to… for both selfish and Dawn-related reasons. Truth be told, Pansy had been on the verge of running away from home after her fifth year anyways. While she hadn't suffered the embarrassment Draco had, Voldemort's official return had caused her own family to reassess their allegiance and join his side. Pansy, on the other hand, had wanted no part of a 'dark lord' who was routinely beaten by a thoroughly unremarkable half-blood. So the planning started.

     Pansy had been in the process of scouting out an apartment in muggle London when she ran into Dawn Summers. Literally. Her cargo strewn across the sidewalk, Dawn had hopped to her feet and lit into Pansy like Granger into Weasley when he said something stupid. Pansy had drawn her wand, ready to curse the impudent little Yank muggle even if she got a fine for violating the Ministry's laws, only to quickly find herself on her back with a boot at her throat and her wand in Dawn's possession.

     They'd ended up going for a cup of coffee to discuss the situation.

     Dawn fascinated her from the start. A muggle girl her own age, except she wasn't really a muggle. Dawn could do magic, albeit not like anything Pansy had ever seen before. Close enough to a muggle, though, to make Pansy start rethinking the dogma her parents and Draco had drilled into her. And both of them were on the run: Dawn from her past and Pansy from her future. Their conversation went on for hours, ending only when the shop closed and they were booted out. Before parting ways, Dawn had given Pansy the address for where she was staying.

     Pansy had dropped by the next day to visit and ended up taking Dawn into Diagon Alley after much nagging to see 'her world', where the brunette acquired a runty little owl she named Scrappy after a quick visit to Gringotts to exchange British pounds for galleons. They'd had dinner at the Leaky Cauldron before parting ways again.

     Scrappy had been waiting when Pansy woke up the next morning, with a note offering to meet again. They had.

     They'd met for some kind of date every night that week.

     By August, they were sleeping together.

     When September 1st came, Pansy woke up next to Dawn in their bed, fixed her girlfriend breakfast as best she could with a muggle kitchen, and then went off to the waitressing job she had to help contribute to the rent on their apartment. The hours were long, the customers were rude, and it was completely unlike the posh life she had envisioned in most of her dreams of the future, but it was better than being dead.

     That had been two years ago. As soon as she turned seventeen, Pansy had run out to buy every textbook for her sixth and seventh year of schooling with the money she'd inherited when Potter himself sent her parents to the other side during an attack on Malfoy Manor. Now, she was eighteen and used magic freely in her own house and barely even missed the community she'd left behind.

     She'd even quit work, using her family's money to help Dawn as needed while working on a series of novels. Sometimes Pansy wondered what the Golden Trio would think if they knew that she was making a fortune of her own by turning the adventures of Harry Potter into best-selling books. Any day now, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire would be reaching bookshelves and readers would be reaching into their wallets to help fill her own.

     No, it wasn't the life she'd pictured for herself… but Pansy wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

     Dawn's blue eyes stared into Pansy's brown for another moment before she smiled. "Fine, but next time can you do silk sheets when you're in a randomly witchy mood? It just feels… sinfully good. Especially when we're like this. And if you're going to mess with my expensive sheets, you might as well make it worth it."

     Laughing, Pansy slid her hand up and down Dawn's naked side. "Silk sheets on the bed means you'll climb into it naked with me. I'll be sure to make a note of that for the future."

     "You do that." Dawn squirmed a bit and looked over at their alarm clock. "What time are you going to need to be up to shower and be ready to pop us over to Giles's house by 11 tomorrow?"

     "If I use a bit of magic to get ready? 10:45. If I don't? 10. And for the last time, it's apparating, not 'popping'. Why?"

     "Good." Dawn grabbed Pansy's wrists and rolled them so Pansy was on her back. The brunette smirked as she wiggled one thigh between her girlfriend's, eliciting a moan. "We have plenty more time for this, then."


     Not for anything in the world.

'She walked away,
Couldn't say why she was leaving.
She walked away,
She left all she had believed in.'
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