A/N: My first stab at some Harry Potter slash. I love Hermione to bits. Sorry if either of them seem OOC...I wrote this on a plane today, and I had some creepy woman staring over my shoulder the whole time.
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, the wonderful woman who has give us 7 amazing books. I don't own a thing.
"Ouch, ouch, Pansy stop!" Hermione said laughing. Pansy Parkinson looked up at Hermione, her eyes glittering with a hint of mischief and joy.
Hermione smiled inwardly, it had been a while since she saw any sort of happiness in Pansy's eyes. The only time the either of them seemed to be able to forget the burdens of the world and the war was when they were with each other.
Pansy just smirked evily at Hermione's pleas and then turned her attention back to nipping and sucking playfully at the Head Girl's neck. The two 7th years were in the Astronomy tower, late into the night. This was not the first time the Slytherin and the Gryffindor had met in secret and Hermione was certain it would not be the last. Hermione couldn't really call this ongoing "thing" with Pansy a relationship but both girls needed the companionship desperately, and so they continued to meet in the dead of night and release their "tension" or sometimes just to talk.
Pansy was kissing her hard on the mouth now, nibbling on the bottom of Hermione's lip causing Hermione to moan with pleasure. Hermione still had a hard time believing that she was here, in the shadows, in the arms of a former enemy-someone who on all accounts, she should hate and should hate her back just as much.
It had all started in Potions class really…
"Now, for brewing the antidote of Nocto Spaditor, one of the few potions that can save you from a vampire bite's effects, I have decided to assign you all partners. Every Slytherin will be paired with a Gryffindor-you have exactly 10 seconds to pick your partner. Go." Severus Snape commanded his double potions class.
All of the students were muttering angrily under their breath over the partner requirements, but they quickly got up and selected a peer to be teamed up with. Hermione was silently cursing Snape in her mind, when someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw one of the Slytherins who annoyed her most; Pansy Parkinson, girlfriend of the detestable Draco Malfoy and personal enemy of Hermione since their 4th year.
"Listen Granger, you and I both know we're the only two in this whole class who can do the work needed for this potion. That and the rest of the Gryffindors are all complete morons. Be my partner?" Pansy said with a scowl, her gaze practically burning Hermione.
Hermione thought for a second and realized that Pansy was probably right. "Fine, let's do this." Hermione sighed.
Hermione was going to scream. This potion was insanely difficult, and even with Pansy's help (who had done a surprisingly good job) they were still far behind Snape's schedule. At least compared to the rest of the class they were doing very well-many of the students had already failed due to explosions from incorrect ingredients and one student had accidentally turned their cauldron over, sending their potion all over the floor where it had literally burned into the stone.
Hermione was heading down to the dungeon to go work on the potion some more when she heard angry voices around the corner in front of her.
"Draco I cannot do this anymore! I am NOT going to pretend to date you any more just to make your father happy! I don't like you Draco, I don't, I don't, I don't! You don't treat me like a real person, and even though you are soooo loved by most Slytherins you are just a pompous pig. Get out of my way!"
Pansy came racing around the corner, literally running into Hermione and sending the brunette sprawling to the ground.
"Oh fuck. Sorry." Pansy said, helping Hermione off the floor.
"Forget about it, I was just heading down to work on the Nocto Spaditor potion. Want to come with me?" Hermione asked as Pansy pulled her up.
"Fine."
The two girls were now standing over their cauldron, adding ingredients and stirring the mixture when the recipe called for it. The walk to the dungeon had been completely silent, and now a very very very awkward silence hung over the two, filling the cold and empty classroom.
Finally Hermione piped up, "Want to talk about it?"
Pansy laughed, it was almost a cackle really. "Why on earth would a stupid Gryffindor care about my troubles? It's not like we're friends, associates, or even acquaintances."
"Fine, suit yourself."
There was an exceptionally long and uncomfortable pause where the only sound to be heard was the simmering of the cauldron. Hermione added the sliver of crescent root, and a small vial full of kappa blood and stirred them in quietly.
"Tell anyone what I am about to tell you Granger, and I swear to god I'll kill you."
Hermione turned, raising her eyebrow and giving Pansy a quizzical look. She just nodded and returned back to stirring the potion.
Pansy sighed, "Draco and I never really dated. Both of our parents' were demanding we find ourselves a good pureblood boyfriend or girlfriend. It was a matter of convenience. But it was terrible; he's such a prude. He treated me like shit. He even raped me once…I still have the scars." Pansy let out another sigh. "But that's not the point really, it's what I suppose I deserve for doing this to myself in the first place."
Hermione whipped around and gave Pansy a hard look, "Honestly Parkinson, I didn't think you were that daft. No one deserves to be forced into something like that, even Slytherins who do it to themselves." She once again returned to the cauldron and began stirring. "I'm so sorry though." Hermione quietly said.
Pansy shrugged, "Yeah, me too."
"Tell me, why of all of the pureblood people, especially the Slytherins, did you pick Draco Malfoy?"
"It's simple, he is the only person in the world who knows my secret." Pansy added the fine power she had been mixing, turning the potion the appropriate color of a pure white.
"Which would be what? What on earth could be so terrible that you let a boy rape you over it?" Hermione asked, looking down at the cauldron, unable to make eye contact with Pansy.
"I doubt someone as "perfect" as you would understand Granger."
"Try me." Hermione finally looked Pansy in the eye, staring at her-challenging her almost. Hermione figured the secret couldn't be that surprising, Pansy prolly was seeing some muggle born wizard or something..
"Fine Miss Know-It-All. My big secret, the one damn reason I am screwed for life is…that I fancy girls and only girls. The last descendant of the pureblood Parkinson line is a fuckin' lesbian."
Needless, to say, Hermione was not expecting that.
