Pairing: Pansy/Penelope.

Rating: NC-17.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Characters owned by J.K. Rowling.

Summary: Pansy/Penelope alliterated smut; written for the Almighty Alliteration Fanfic Foray.

Percy the perfect prefect was a pretty sight to see, with coppery curls and a serious sepia stare, and while his prudish, precious Penelope was particularly plain, she had porcelain-pale skin and a petal pink pout. It was this same prudish Penelope who caught the curiosity of Pansy Parkinson, the salacious Slytherin.

For weeks she watched the precious Penelope, the perfectly prudish paramour of Percy the perfect prefect, looking and learning from afar. A perfect prude, indeed, thought Pansy, licking her lips lasciviously.

She made it her mission to make this most monotonous maiden -- for surely Percy the perfect prefect was patient and too polite to pervert his precious Penelope, though it was Pansy's suspicion he was simply a pouf -- into her own willing wanton. This precious Penelope was certainly so pure, and it was Pansy's desire to sully such a spotless specimen, as that's what sneaky, satyric Slytherins did best.

To say the seduction was shockingly simple was to understate the situation. It seemed Pansy's precious, plain prefect was more perceptive than she first appeared; Penelope picked up on Pansy's plotting. The confrontation came quickly.

Pansy refused to respond, waited until she wearied of her worrisome inquiries, then plunged between her pliant lips with a covetous kiss. Percy the patient pederast was polite with his chapped, chaste kisses; he would never know that his precious Penelope purred into plundering, painful presses of pouty pink lips.

He would never know that his precious Penelope spreads slim thighs at the slightest sensation of a slender hand skimming under her skirt.

He would never know that his precious Penelope writhed when her underwear was wrenched down for wriggling fingers to dive into her wet depths.

He would never know that his precious Penelope keened at fingers curling inside her, cried out coarse curses that must be muffled by another mouth.

He would never know that his precious Penelope preferred fucking herself on fragile, feminine fingers to holding the Head Boy's hand and carefully kissing him in cool corridors.

Pansy purred when her perfectly plain prude of a prefect, the precious Penelope Clearwater, came with a quiet cry. While her hostage was still in a haze, she claimed her with kisses again but paused when she perceived a prickling at the nape of her neck. A shifty glance over her shoulder showed a certain stunned sodomite staring at the two of them twined together.

She smiled somewhat smugly, then slyly lowered lush lashes as she licked lazily at the throat of Percy's precious Penelope.

He did not appear angry or aggrieved, nor did he look lustful or loving. He disappeared, back down through the doorway, and it never dawned on his darling that he might have discovered them. He refrained from referring to his revelation; after all, he was busy wanking off the wonderful Wood.