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Nov. 19th, 2011 10:21 pm
I think I am going to be writing some sort of wtfromantic queerplatonic lesbian zucchini love polygon Harry Potter fic.* With Pansy and Parvati and Hermione and possibly Tracey Davies and one of the Hufflepuff girls. And Ginny.
It is really an excuse to write about Ginny's views on Tom a few years on, and her thoughts on influence, and trying to figure out who she is and where all the bits of herself come from, why she likes being mistaken for a boy sometimes. And Pansy's desire for freedom at all costs vs. the expectations of her family and society, the clash between the things she is expected to value and the things she (despite herself) actually does. And Parvati's issues with standards of attractiveness and conventional relationships; she loves fashion and cosmetics and everything but at the same time she has to have them or she'll feel like a failure and she knows nobody else cares and that doesn't matter—her feelings on boys are similar, she likes them but it's a pain because she doesn't always want to. And, in a similar vein, Hermione's need to be The Smart One; she loves books and cleverness but she hates needing them all the time, sometimes (like Pansy) she wants to set everything down and walk away.
And they like each other and they hate each other and it's complicated complicated complicated; sometimes Pansy just wants to stare at Hermione's hands while she's working on something, making little gestures with the quill and tracing shapes in the air, and sometimes Pansy can't stand her at all, mudblood swot that the girl is. Pansy hugs Parvati when things get bad and talks her down, says all the things she needs to hear. Parvati has started watching Ginny, noticing the little masculine gestures she slides in without noticing. Ginny loves the way Tracey Davis walks, short fast steps girly and elegant. Tracey Davis writes poetry on scraps of paper, and sometimes she lets Hermione read them.
*If every part of that sentence made total sense to you, LET'S BE FRIENDS.
It is really an excuse to write about Ginny's views on Tom a few years on, and her thoughts on influence, and trying to figure out who she is and where all the bits of herself come from, why she likes being mistaken for a boy sometimes. And Pansy's desire for freedom at all costs vs. the expectations of her family and society, the clash between the things she is expected to value and the things she (despite herself) actually does. And Parvati's issues with standards of attractiveness and conventional relationships; she loves fashion and cosmetics and everything but at the same time she has to have them or she'll feel like a failure and she knows nobody else cares and that doesn't matter—her feelings on boys are similar, she likes them but it's a pain because she doesn't always want to. And, in a similar vein, Hermione's need to be The Smart One; she loves books and cleverness but she hates needing them all the time, sometimes (like Pansy) she wants to set everything down and walk away.
And they like each other and they hate each other and it's complicated complicated complicated; sometimes Pansy just wants to stare at Hermione's hands while she's working on something, making little gestures with the quill and tracing shapes in the air, and sometimes Pansy can't stand her at all, mudblood swot that the girl is. Pansy hugs Parvati when things get bad and talks her down, says all the things she needs to hear. Parvati has started watching Ginny, noticing the little masculine gestures she slides in without noticing. Ginny loves the way Tracey Davis walks, short fast steps girly and elegant. Tracey Davis writes poetry on scraps of paper, and sometimes she lets Hermione read them.
*If every part of that sentence made total sense to you, LET'S BE FRIENDS.
