Title: Blind
Pairings: Ginny/? (Pansy)
Rating: PG
Summary: During the aftermath of the war.


It's easy to tell yourself allowances have to be made when it's not you being hurt.

It's not so easy when someone from the dark side blinds you, and there's no mediwitch on the scene, and you're in too much agony to concentrate to Apperate, cause that's all you need, is to get splinched, and by the time you get to one, it's permanent.

And the heightened senses with one sense dead is a load of shit, an absolute crock, and you hate the person who said that and gave you false hope.

Still, maybe it isn't all wrong, because this time when sharp perfume wafts into the room, you know it's not a person you would consider a friend. But you don't scream, and it's not because you're sucidal, and don't care if the person kills you. You just somehow know that they don't mean harm.

And the woman leans down, and her breasts rub against your chest, and you wish you could know if your hair has gotten mussed since the last time Mum came in and combed it. She kisses you softly, on the lips, and whispers. "Sorry. Was just business."

And now that's she's spoken, you know who it is, and it's pathetic. You were more blind before, when you had vision. How could you not know this person wanted you? Her hand, lotion rubbed daily for smoothness, fingernails hard and probably laquered, though you'll never know, skates over your thigh, and you feel so mad, so hot, so... regretful.