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Princess Pansy's Peckish Problems	By : Mousse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 21557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not a work of profit. Some lines are taken off from and some scenes resemble that of Reign (tv show) but, I do not own Harry Potter or Reign. History has no bearing in this narrative.

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“It’s your turn, Astoria. Tell us, not your first but, your best kiss.” Pansy said, reclining back on her elbows as she eyed the Blue-eyed brunette smiling widely.
“Well, it was with a boy…No, a man-”
“A man? Who? You must tell us.” Daphne cajoled, her Sapphire eyes bulging out of its sockets at her sister’s confession.
With the sun shining merrily, the five girls decided to have an outdoor picnic while they enjoyed nature’s grace. They laid a thick, patterned fabric and sat on cushion pillows by the lake’s edge and under the cool shade of a lush tree. Sweets and treats occupied the center of their party, diminishing as minutes ticked by and conversation flowed. Even after seven months that they’ve been together, they still have plenty of things to discuss and gossip about. This time, it was a topic that Pansy has been dying to know given the status of her purity and innocence.
               After her tryst with Blaise the night of Princess Cassiopeia and Prince Mathias’ consummation, she sneaked about the darkened corners and secret passages in the arms of the Italian Prince as they gave into their sizzling passion and lust. Every night, he would show her pleasures she had never known, making her body sing in ecstasy. In the week she had known Blaise, her feelings of attraction for the Prince simmered to the surface, making it difficult for her to endure her urge for the dashing Italian. Delighted to know that she was not the only one with such desire, they risked spending time with one another during the day, at times riding out of the castle for a much needed privacy and sexual adventure.
               She used to spend outdoor activities with Draco which was enjoyable as they were pleasurable but, it was nothing compared to what she felt with Blaise. The allure of the forbidden, the taste of the sweet nectar of wickedness thrilled her to no end and it made her yearning to be with the Italian that much stronger and wilder. She wished to tell her friends about her exploits with Blaise but, she knew their disapproval of him and thus, she settled with hiding her secrets and making do with the few truths that she could tell them. It made her feel guilty but, as much as she knew her friends, they, too, are harbouring secrets of their own and she would oblige them the same privilege as they unconsciously did with her.
“It matters not who. He knows what he’s doing and I realized that I would rather risk it with someone older rather wait for the boys our age or take care of your needs yourself.” Astoria replied with a mysterious smile playing on her lips.
               Her words were met with tickled giggles and wild speculations about the identity of the brunette’s mystery man.
“I bet it’s that merchant back home. He kept glancing at you furtively whenever we venture at the market.” Her sister teased, bumping her shoulder on Astoria’s upper arm.
               The girls guffawed as they remembered the stout and putrid dealer crushing on the stunning brunette. Pansy, being sent to a convent for the remainder of her childhood and most of her teenage years, merely smiled in hilarity at her friends’ harassment on the youngest female in their group.
“Oh, shut it. I’d rather die than have relations with that man.” Astoria spat, scowling at her friends’ expressions.
“Alright. We’ll let it go. But, we’ll just ask you again tomorrow.” Gemma stated, her Auburn-Brown hair swaying with the wind as a soft breeze blew at their place by the lake within the palace.
               Astoria threw a berry at Gemma’s direction and the Auburn-Brown haired girl ducked behind Tracy’s back causing the fruit to hit the innocent girl square in the face. Daphne burst out in a fit of laughter while Tracy sputtered in shock and Gemma snickered.
“I’m so sorry, Tracy! I didn’t mean to hit you! I was aiming for Gemma!” The brunette exclaimed with a remorseful mien splashed on her face.
“Don’t worry about it, Ria. I won’t comment about your poor aim or your excuses but, I won’t mind it if you join me for revenge.” Tracy exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she shared a conspiratorial smirk with the brunette.
               Upon seeing the mischievous grins splayed on her friends’ faces, Gemma shrieked and jumped up, breaking into a run as the two girls chased after her, all the while laughing and yelling obscenities unfitting for ladies of their station. The remaining duo, Daphne and Pansy, chortled merrily as the Auburn-Brown haired female tripped on the hem of her dress and went sprawling to the ground. Astoria and Tracy, seeing an opportunity to extract their revenge on the fallen girl, immediately pounce on her and tickled her mercilessly. Fits of hysterics filled the clearing as Gemma giggled uncontrollably under the rush of fingers poking at her.
“He-Help…me…Daph…ne….Pans…” She choked out as she controlled herself from snorting out loud due to the lack of air.
“You’re doing great, Gemma! Think of it as an exercise rather than torture! We all know you need! Your middle is getting bulgy! Losing all of the treats you ate might do you wonders!” The blonde-haired girl announced in a round of laughter.
“I’ll get you for that, Greengra-Ahhh!” Gemma was unable to continue her statement as Tracy tickled her on her sides, making her scream in a mixture of surprise and hysterics.
“She might follow through with whatever she had in mind, Daphne. Well, that is if she still has the energy after Astoria and Tracy are done extracting their retaliation on her.” Pansy cautioned playfully to her blonde companion.
“As you said, if she still has the energy to do so then, she’ll probably push through it but, I sincerely doubt that.” She replied, popping a piece of chocolate truffle in her mouth.
“How sure are you about that? We both know her to be stubborn. Even if she does not push through with it today, who’s to say she won’t in the coming days?” The Onyx-eyed girl questioned, her brow arching elegantly as she stared at Daphne from the rim of her goblet.
“Believe me, she’ll get distracted.” The blonde remarked, a cryptic smile playing on her peony lips. At this, Pansy’s brow reached the roof of her forehead and gazed at her friend questioningly.
“How so?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. Well, I can’t absolutely blame you for your lack of attention. You were broken hearted and we wouldn’t forbid you to engage in any form of distraction but, I can’t say that I approve of your choice of diversion.” Daphne answered, her Blue eyes staring at her knowingly and she stiffened lightly at the other girl’s implication.
               Before Pansy could reply, footsteps padded hurriedly on the soft grass and stopped meters away from their party. The plump girl heaved due to her exhaustion and exertion, cheeks flushed and dark hair in disarray. The two friends stared, surprised at the sudden appearance of Millicent, Pansy’s designated maid. Further down the clearing, the three rambunctious females stopped their impish antics at one another to stare inquisitively at the scene unfolding before them. Realizing that she may have news to deliver, the trio returned to their seats and stared expectantly at the maid.
“Forgive me, Your Grace but, the King wishes to see you.” Millicent stated, her eyes cast down as she curtsied in front of the Scottish Princess and her ladies.
“The King? What does he want me for?” She inquired, her eyes darting among her gathered friends.
“I do not know, Your Highness but, he wishes for me to deliver you to the throne room immediately. He mentioned that you can bring your ladies with you.” The maid responded, her head still suspended in a bow.
               Once again, she glanced at her friends, who all shrugged at her, insouciantly but, held interested expressions. Sensing she wouldn’t gather any complaints from them, she turned to Millicent and smiled at her graciously.
“Lead the way, Millicent.”
               The five females stood, grooming themselves to be more presentable to the King and once they deemed themselves proper, they followed Millicent back inside the castle, strutting in the hallway, chins up, smiles bright as they passed by servants and guards at their posts. Reaching the heavy, double doors that lead to the throne room, Millicent stopped and backed away, her head bowed respectfully as she assumed her new position on the side. The two soldiers stationed by the door banged the end of their spears on the ground and as if a gust of wind rushed inside the palace, the doors opened, revealing the grandest throne room she ever laid her eyes on.
               Even after her brief stint at the palace as a child and her time back at Court, Pansy still can’t shake her amazement at the extravagance of the room. Opulence shined brighter when her eyes landed on the regal and languid form of the beautiful French Queen sitting beside her husband. At the corner of her eye, she saw Draco on the side, in front of the lined members of the King’s Council and trusted aides. Her mother, Queen Imogen, stood beside the fair-haired prince on his right, her eyes following her movements. Her heart almost faltered at the sight of Blaise, standing by the foot of the dais, his face passive and his Golden-Brown eyes cold.
               She tried to catch his gaze but, the Italian Prince stared straight ahead, giving nothing away but his aloofness. She stopped meters away from the foot of the dais and curtsied, displaying her respects and submission to the two royals. Narcissa acknowledged her presence with a tiny tilt of her head. Her gaze connected with the Steel-Grey eyes of King Lucius as he glowered at her more menacingly than usual.
“Your Majesties, I was told that you wanted to see me.” She started amiably.
“Yes, we wanted to speak to you of something that will highly interest you.” Narcissa replied, a tight smile glossing over her lips.
“Pray, what is it, Your Grace?” She asked.
“Prince Blaise has asked your hand for marriage.” Narcissa answered.
               The young Princess of Scots visibly stilled at the statement and her four ladies-in-waiting shared shocked looks with one another. She saw, at the corner of her eye, how the bastard son of the King of Italy clenches his lips into a tight line as his detached mask threatened to slip off his face.
“He asked for your permission to marry me?” She clarified, recovering from her state of astonishment.
“Certainly. We were…surprised at his proposal. It never occurred to us that he took a serious liking to you. We all thought that you were merely friends.” The Queen explained, her eyes twinkling with the hint of knowledge of knowing about their affiliation.
               Color drained from her skin and her breath hitched on her throat as she deciphered Narcissa’s words. At the knowing gaze that the Queen was giving her, she could guess that she knew of their liaison for quite some time. She realized that if the Queen knew then, surely Lucius does too and worse of all, Draco as well. She dared not to look at her first love, feeling that if she did, she would find hatred in his eyes. As much as he had hurt her, she never wanted him to feel she had betrayed him for her inappropriate coquetry with Blaise. She could deal with his parents’ loathing but, she could never deal with his revulsion.
“We are friends, Your Majesty.” She admitted softly, her eyes trained at Narcissa’s Blue eyes, hoping to express her sincerity and honesty to the Queen. While Blaise and she were indulging their lust with one another, they were, indeed, friends. She would go as far as declare that the Italian Prince is one of her closest male friend within the entire castle.
               A quiet but, audible snort rang throughout the room and Pansy found her gaze traveling only to stop at the source of the offending sound. King Lucius eyed her with disdain and she pushed aside the urge to get him off his high horse and give him a piece of her mind. She will not allow herself to be bullied any longer at French Court just because she was under their “protection”.
“Have I offended you, Your Majesty?” She inquired, cattily as she gave her fixated attention at the sneering King.
“I begin to wonder when will you realize that you have, indeed, offended me but, I will give you the leniency and benevolence of a King and forget your intransigence so, let us focus at the matter of the Italian Prince’s proposal of marriage.” Lucius spat, opting to forgo masking his displeasure with her.
“We stated that your potential suitors are to be filtered and examined by the King and I during the instatement of Scotland’s new treaty. Prince Blaise, as a prospective husband for you, has followed the needed requirements in order to court you.” The Queen began, shooting her husband an unimpressed gaze.
“Seeing as he has adhered what was mandated of him, we are forced to consider him as your suitor.” The King stated, sarcastically.
“I don’t see the problem in this situation, Your Majesties.” Pansy exclaimed, ignoring Lucius’ cynical behaviour.
“There would have been no problems if it weren’t for an initial proposal between France, Scotland, and England.” Narcissa responded, keeping her expression completely neutral.
“What proposal are you talking about?” She asked, dread slowly building up from below her belly.
“In line with Draco’s marriage with Princess Hermione, England declared their interest to have an alliance with Scotland in the form of your marriage with England’s next King, Prince Harry.” The Queen replied.
               As the Narcissa’s sweet, melodic voice died down, Pansy was surrounded with a heavy silence that rang as loud as the pounding of her heart. The dread she was feeling instantaneously disappeared and in its wake, a roaring anger came to life from the pit of her stomach and spread like wildfire in her veins, permeating on her skin like the morning dew.
               Everything fell into place as if each event was a missing puzzle piece. She remembered her conversation with the King and Queen two months ago as she confronted them with the rumours about her postponed marriage with Draco. She recollected their words and one struck her the most.
“Our agreement with your parents is to keep you safe from the English but, as you will no longer be in danger, I found it to be in France’s discretion to end our alliance.”
Back then, she didn’t fully comprehend the King’s statement and try as she might to wrap her brain around the answer he gave her after she questioned his intentions, she still believed that he was keeping secrets from her. She knew now that she was, indeed, correct with her assumptions as his declaration did possess an underlying meaning and it was now swiftly rushing upon her like waves. She remembered four months ago, the King left for an expedition, leaving Draco and his mother to run the palace in place of Lucius. He came back after a month together with an English envoy named Albus Dumbledore, an old man with tiny glasses, a long, White beard, and omniscient eyes. He looked at her with keen interest and conversed with her, urging her to speak about herself and her family. She thought nothing about his awareness towards her as she enjoyed his presence, deeming it to be calming and reminding her of her deceased grandfather.
               His sudden departure saddened her although it was promptly extinguished by a short letter she found on top of her dresser. Written on the piece of parchment was the promise of more sweets amidst flowing conversation as he swore that they would meet again. At that time, she merely chuckled at his heart-warming assurance, not understanding the hidden message behind every word but now, it all made sense. Once again, she felt betrayed and played.
“It only occurred to you to tell me now? You all know the truth and it only crossed your minds to tell me this particular fact when I am finally coming to terms with my postponed marriage and moving on? Does keeping me in the dark amuse you?” She grilled, her dark, furious eyes sweeping across the room before landing on the French royalty.
“Don’t place the blame on us, Princess. The English wanted this proposal to be clandestine as the finalization of the preparations are not yet complete. We are forced to tell you both as Prince Blaise asked for your hand in marriage. A simple explanation with no logic behind it will only serve as a catalyst for distrust between France and Italy.” Lucius declared, eyes flashing like a sharp knife.
“And what would England say about this?” She probed, lips pinched into a grim line.
“They have nothing to worry about. The English trusts us and you.” The King answered, his voice chillingly deep as if he was speaking magic spells and incantations. She supressed her urge to shiver.
“What makes you think I trust them?”
“I don’t but, you have no other choice.”
“I would rather die than surrender myself to England.” She announced vehemently amidst the gasps around her.
               Pleas expressed with horror and anger from different people exploded from all sides but, she didn’t listen to any of it. She stared, confident and unwaveringly, at the King, who looked one step away from murdering her.
“Silence!” Lucius bellowed. Immediately, the noise died down and in its wake, a deafening silence replaced its reign.
               Standing from his throne, the King stepped down from the dais with resounding footfalls and piercing eyes. Pansy held her chin up as she stood her ground and met the King’s gaze with her own.
“I sincerely hope that you do not mean your words, Your Highness. To refuse England is an insult to France. We are allied to them which will be witnessed and blessed by God. Denying this proposal is the same as denying God.” Lucius reminded her with all the seriousness he could muster.
“There is no God. If there ever was a God, I would not be in this position. The only thing that I can see right now is the Devil.” She retorted with the same, or if not, much more dourness in her voice.
               Incredulity, resentment, and condemnation bubbled over his fine face at her declaration. The air surrounding them became electrifying, charged with his increasing ire towards her. She didn’t cower in fear, though. She was through with his manipulations over her life and if there was anyone between them who should feel maligned, it should be her. They messed with her feelings, used her in any way they wished, and broke her remaining trust with them. If playing with fire will set her free then, she would do so.
“Take heed with your words, Princess. I may be forgiving for the slights you have made towards me but, I can assure you that the English are not as magnanimous as I am. Your head will roll before you could even finish your words and war will fall on your people.” He warned.
“If that is so, it will be my pleasure to fight them on the battlefield.” She exclaimed, much to his shock.
               Before anyone could even react, she swept out of the throne room and barreled through the double doors, the bright sunlight leaking through the windows and illuminating the hallway with its warm fingers but, the balmy rays of brilliance never reached her steadily freezing heart as betrayal, misfortune, and grief took hold of her remaining hope. Her dejection and pessimistic behaviour was so painfully obvious to everyone she passes by and they stopped to whisper behind her back. Normally, she wouldn’t have let any of their words to descend on her heart but, her feelings, raw and open, easily fell prey to the deceitful words and she felt herself crumble.
               Tears rolled from her cheeks as she pushed back her sobs down her throat. She felt her strength to remain strong falter every step she take and before long, her soft sniffles echoed within the halls. Wanting to find some place she could cry in peace without the obvious stares and wretched murmurs buzzing near her ears, she hurried down the halls, unaware of the people hot in her pursuit. Breaking out from the suffocating walls of the palace, she ran towards the open grass and the glaring skies. She tripped inelegantly on the hem of her dress and before she could regain her balance, she fell towards the ground.
               Waiting for the soft earth to swallow her, she closed her eyes and anticipated the pain her fall would bring. It never came as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and smelled the seductive, intoxicating cologne of her dashing, Italian Prince. She felt herself being steadied on her feet as a hand traveled to cup cheek, the slight pressure making her turn her face to gaze at the looming figure of Blaise.
“Why? Why are you here? Why did you follow me?” She asked with a sense of urgency as her teary eyes searched his face for an answer.
“I asked for your hand in marriage and yet, you ask me as to why I followed you?” He inquired back, his voice teasing yet tinged with apprehension.
“Well, yes! I can’t ignore the fact that you chose to trail behind me rather than stay away from the mess that I have made! Surely, you understand what your actions mean!” She exclaimed, her tone rising in her hysteria.
“Of course, I understand completely. If there was any way for me to do it again, I would do so in a heartbeat.” He whispered, his thumb drawing soothing circles on her smooth cheek.
“But why? I…I can’t be with you…Not now…Not ever…” She murmured softly, leaning into his touch.
“I will find a way. I may be the Italian King’s bastard son but, I am also the Crown Prince. I have been gathering my own loyal supporters and subjects during my early days at the Italian Court. They’re numbers may not be great but, they are formidable. My father approves of them and I know that with their help, I can get him to agree to help us. Believe in me, Pansy. I will not abandon what we have, what we might possibly share in the future.” He stated, Golden-Brown eyes shining with faith as he held her tighter in his arm. She stared at his twin pools of sunlight with a blurring vision as her tears clouded her sight. She dropped her head as she wept happy tears upon hearing his words.
               Uncaringly, she raised her head and gave him the sweetest kiss she could muster amidst the saltiness of her tears. Feeling the need to be closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body to fit in his. He reciprocated by enveloping her within his rugged arms and nipping at her bottom lip. She opened up to him immediately and he dove straight in as if he was a man depraved of water and she was his fountain. Their tongues dances, their teeth clashed, their breaths mingled but, despite the clumsiness and sloppiness their kiss has become, hearing the sound of their heartbeat drumming as one was more than enough to satisfy their desire to be closer to one another.
               Pulling away from one another, they stared at each other, both wearing their hearts on their sleeves as they let the unspoken be felt. With another fresh wave of tears coming, she wound her arms around his waist and let his scent comfort her. She tightened her embrace on him as she saw her mother standing at the distance with a blank expression. Their eyes met briefly before her mother broke eye contact and swept away from the scene. Closing her eyes, she let herself be lulled into a temporary peace before she stepped into hell.
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