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A/N: This was written for a femmeslash challenge and is so far from canon it's not even funny. This is for the first prompt , which is "please."

I wasn't actually following her, or at least I hadn't planned to follow her. When I saw that unmistakeable red hair glistening in the sun and moving past Gringotts, I hastily swept my withdrawal into the pocket of my cloak and set off after her. I wasn't planning even to talk to her until she turned down that alley. There was nothing there but the back entrance of a bar and I wondered what she was doing down such a deserted way. It wasn't until later that it occurred to me that she was giving me an opportunity to speak to her.

Now her hair was between my fingers and my wand was pressing into her throat. I moved it in a slow circle, digging still more into her flesh, and smiled into her cold eyes. I hadn't felt this sort of power since the end of the war.

"Hello, Pansy."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to be careful at night? You never know what's out there."

"I guess you don't, do you?" She gazed intently at me and I saw that she was afraid. She was trying to hide it but she was trembling and her eyes were pained.

"Are you going to beg?" I asked, hoping more than expecting an affirmative.

She didn't answer, just looked at me.


She started to shake her head, but it drove her into my wand and she stopped. "No. Are you going to let me go?"

"Not unless you say 'pretty please.'"

"Well, then. We seem to be at an impasse." I wondered why she didn't talk less, given that the movement had to hurt, but she'd never known when to shut up.

"I haven't seen you since Hogwarts."

"When you walked out, you mean."

"Did you expect me to stay?"

"No. You had every right to leave."

I had thought she'd say "Yes," and I shifted my weight uneasily, wondering if she actually believed that or was just saying it because I obviously had the upper hand. "Are you sure you aren't going to beg? You don't really have any other options."



She smiled suddenly and I almost dropped my wand. "Are you sure it's me who's out of options?"

"Please," I repeated, and kissed her.

Weasley let me but did not respond. She kept her eyes open, focused on mine. All I could do was move my lips back a little so that they were still touching hers, but I could talk. "Please," I said again, dropping my wand to my side, and kissed her again.

This time, she kissed me back, even as her hands came up to my shoulders. I moved to put my arm around her, but she firmly pushed it away. Suddenly, I felt she had to know. When I had disentangled my hand from her beautiful hair, I stepped back. "I would have stayed then if you'd begged then," I told her. "I loved you then." I didn't say, "I love you now."

She shrugged and said, "I would beg now if you'd stayed then." She didn't say, "I would still love you now." Then she vanished with a crack and left me standing alone among broken Butterbeer bottles and scraps of faded flyers.

Exes can be a bitch.

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