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Juvenile Delinquency 
18th-Jul-2010 04:42 pm
Pansy
Title: Juvenile Delinquency
Word count: ~500
Characters/pairings: Pansy/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary: “They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.”
Warnings: angst, slightly darkfic.
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Oops, forgot to post. This was my ficlet for dmpp_ldws Round 4 for this prompt, and led to me losing comprehensively. (Seriously. Seven Least Favourites.) I quite like it, though.


They sent the Slytherins to a re-education camp over the summer after the war.

The Ministry had collaborated with Voldemort, so they couldn’t imprison the students who’d done the same. Instead, they came up with a revoltingly Gryffindor solution: merciful, insufferably self-righteous, and determined to make everyone like them. In all senses of the word.

They bought a concrete warehouse and turned it into a re-education camp, to teach them the error of their ways.

Pansy was sent a letter ordering her to report to the Young Offenders Institute, or risk ‘further sanctions’. She threw the letter at her bedroom wall. That was unsatisfying and she threw a glass after it.

To be sent to some ‘institute’ to learn to be a nice girl!

The overseers searched her for contraband on arrival. She stood silently, humiliation scorching her from the inside until she felt her body would fall apart, blackened, with the heat of it.

Then they cut off her hair.

Pansy shuddered with the shock of it, loss stealing her breath at the sight of the black tresses abandoned on the concrete.

She was given a Slytherin Hogwarts uniform and sent to the girls’ dormitory. It had sixteen beds in military rows, and they weren’t allowed to put pictures up. A monitoring spell recorded conversations.

The next day’s lessons were about Muggle contributions to the world and the importance of Muggleborns to the economy.

Already she was less herself. They were going to break her apart, take every marker of Pansy Parkinson to make her into a sweet, faceless member of Dumbledore’s Army.

At lunch she caught sight of white-blond hair and a pointed face and her heart seemed to explode in a starburst of relief. “Draco!”

His head snapped up. His lips parted, his face animating at the sight of her. “Pansy!”

The overseer snapped for silence. Pansy didn’t eat another bite. She sat staring at Draco, while he looked back at her.

That night Pansy sneaked from the room. She and Draco had snogged in Hogwarts’ towers a thousand times. She found a stairway, a big red door marked FIRE EXIT, and there he was: waiting on the roof under starlight, as she’d known he’d be.

Pansy hugged his hard body against her, clinging to certainty. They kissed, their mouths sealing together. They stumbled across the roof together, laughing into each other’s mouths, and Draco straddled the low wall between them and freefall. He grinned up at her, daring. She popped a few shirt buttons and straddled him.

His hands slid into her shorn hair, and suddenly it was hers: the violation of it melted away by his fingers stroking the bare nape of her neck. She curled her hands over his shoulders, sliding her fingers along his contours. Yes: this was still Draco. They hadn’t changed him and they couldn’t take this away: his hands taut on her hips, his taste on her mouth, her name on his lips.

This moment was who she was.


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Comments 
18th-Jul-2010 03:50 pm (UTC)
People are FOOLS. Unless everyone else in the round was secretly Salman Rushdie and Jeanette Winterson. That's terrific stuff.
19th-Jul-2010 02:38 am (UTC)
*grins* I REALLY respect your opinion, so HUZZAH!
18th-Jul-2010 04:14 pm (UTC)
Wow! This is fabulous. Awesome ficlet. I love how they try to dehumanise them by searching them, cutting their hair, and forbidding any personal touches like pictures. And guh! That need to remember you really are someone? And the feeling of drawing strength from that contact with another person? Wonderfully done.

I quite like it, though.

So do I, hon. *nods emphatically*

ETA: My favourite part: His hands slid into her shorn hair, and suddenly it was hers: the violation of it melted away by his fingers stroking the bare nape of her neck.

Edited at 2010-07-18 04:15 pm (UTC)
19th-Jul-2010 02:45 am (UTC)
*beams* Thank you! I'm so pleased you liked it so much :)
18th-Jul-2010 05:29 pm (UTC) - re: Juvenile Delinquency
A fascinating take on Gryffindor self-righteousness. I loved this, and my only complaint is that it's not a much longer story. (And how often have you heard that, I wonder? ;)) Loved Draco so daringly straddling the wall, and Pansy, with an equal dare, straddling him. :)
19th-Jul-2010 02:44 am (UTC) - Re: Juvenile Delinquency
:) Thank you!

my only complaint is that it's not a much longer story. (And how often have you heard that, I wonder? ;)

LOL. I have no idea what you mean. None at all. *shifty eyes*
19th-Jul-2010 01:19 am (UTC)
love it :)
19th-Jul-2010 02:38 am (UTC)
Thanks!
30th-Jul-2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
The Ministry. This sounds like something they would do if they were real. They cut the prisoners' hair, take away their individuality in clothes and hairstyles, don't allow personal items - makes me so angry. I always have to remind myself it's fic.
Then Draco and Pansy halfway between the world they've been imprisoned in and the emptyness of freefall. Her straddling him, her lifeline, he straddling the wall, the only thing keeping them up.
So good. Definitely a concept that is worth exploring more...
30th-Jul-2010 06:00 pm (UTC)
:( Stupid Ministry. (I've read Harry/Draco fic where Harry takes Draco in while he's being reeducated - and where if he doesn't learn not to be bigoted, he'll be sent back to Azkaban - and all this is presented positively!! It makes me break out in hives!)

:DD Thank you so much, hun! I really like the image too - I may reuse it for original fic!
30th-Jul-2010 06:02 pm (UTC)
Rargh, I read that same fic, I think. Were the Slytherins turned into children again? It was a good fic, but just the teeeeeeensiest bit creepy...
3rd-Aug-2010 11:24 am (UTC)
Yep, that was it!
7th-Dec-2015 10:11 am (UTC)
Wow, this is brilliant. The idea itself is amazing, and how you wrote it is awesome!
I really really love how you write Pansy, and you can really transmit emotions in the way you wrote this ...
I so felt with Pansy :(

"She threw the letter at her bedroom wall. That was unsatisfying and she threw a glass after it."
That made me laugh ^^
22nd-Dec-2015 02:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much!! Yeah, poor Pansy, man.

Hee, thanks!
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