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[Mar. 25th, 2005|05:08 pm]
Mad blood purists gotta stick together, yeah?



I must admit, I'm rather nervous about this fic. After all, it is my first Tom/Pansy fic that I felt was even remotely good enough to publish. Oh well, here it is anyways.

Title: Loving, Loathing
Rating: PG
Type: Short little thing.
Summary: Tom had asked her a question. Now, she must try to search for the correct answer.


"Tell me Pansy..." He drawled, looking over at her from across the room. "Yes Tom?" A light laugh resounded quietly as he moved from his position to brush his lips against hers, stradling her at the waist. "Do you even love me, or am I just as much of a tool as so many of your previous endeavours?" She looked at him blankly for a moment, silent. "Well?"

A lamp flickered on as Pansy sat at her desk. She pulled out a slip of parchment and her quill. The rhythmic scratching against the paper filled her ears as she tried to put words to feelings.

*Tom, once again I apologize for my abrupt departure last night, but something came up.

You ask me if I love you, and I'm rather at a loss of words. Half of me never wants to leave your embrace those late evenings, and half of me wants to shove my wand against your chest and utter two words that would earn me the dementor's kiss.
That's right, go on, laugh. I know you are.

So, my response to your question is no, not fully. There are things about you I love, yet others, I loathe....*

Pansy placed the quill down, tearing the parchment in half. Only sheer lunacy would compell her to have sen that. Despite that it was truth.

    She loved his face, the fierce eyes, the blade-thin lips that could ignite such passion within her. His voice, his body, the strong arms that held her tightly as they slept. Pansy was hopelessly addicted to him. Nothing would keep her away. Time hadn't proved a barrier, nothing else should either.

    She loathed his temper, the rage that would stir within him the instant she said or did something wrong. How quickly the gentle hands would become forceful as she could only tremble. The laugh, she feared his laugh. So cold and maniacal. A window to who he truely was within.
Lucifer himself would prove a little match to him. She knew how he truely was inside. Vicious, cruel, and ruthless. Yet, she loved him. Why, she couldn't say. But she did.

* Tom my darling, your answer is not as simple as black and white. I love and loathe things about you, as I'm certain you do me. But,  let me say this: if you were to ever leave me, you would take part of my heart with you. For now, that is the best answer I can give.
 ~Pansy *



Hope you like it, it was my first work. Comment please!


[User Picture]From: mamakitty729
2005-03-26 05:02 pm (UTC)
It's very good! Why you wouldn't think that it wasn't is bayond me, really.
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[User Picture]From: joraina
2005-03-29 03:26 am (UTC)
She loved his face, the fierce eyes, the blade-thin lips that could ignite such passion within her.

Bloody excellent line. I like. Mmm, lips...
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From: mrs_cheney_
2006-01-23 03:26 am (UTC)
I adore Tom Riddle. As soon as I read Have You Ever (Tom/Hermione) I was hooked. This is the first Tom/Pansy fic I've read, and its certainly a nice way to start:)
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