Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: 223 words, and what is, I think, my first girl/girl.
It takes very few words for what they do. A simple 'were you seen?', or 'tomorrow night, same time' is all that is needed.
They come together with heated fury, as curling blonde hair spills over a smooth shoulder, and pale pink lips attach to ivory skin, bruising and marking. They do everything with eyes closed, because with eyes closed they can fool themselves into thinking that what they are doing is right. With shame and guilt pulsing through them they kiss hard with tongues and teeth and blood, fighting for control in what is just another form of the fights they once had.
During they day they pass, hard eyes sliding over tall, proud forms with little recognition, and when night falls they make up for the cool dismissal with the mix of pleasure/pain they create so well.
They fall to opposite sides of the bed when it is all over, sweat and tears cooling on their skin, touching no longer as their breath slows.
In the end, Pansy gathers her clothes with the scent of sex lingering over her, and she slips into the shadows with Slytherin ease. Hermione watches her with eyes that burn with Gryffindor ferocity, and she does nothing to stop her from going.