Title: Around the Corner
Author: Rachel (aka AGoddessofAwesome)
Rated: M- Contains graphic details and sexual content.
Summary: AU I guess. During the sixth year at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger is known as the Brightest Witch of her age. She can figure out the complex in an instant. However, there is one problem, well person, that she can't seem to figure out. She can't seem to figure out her feelings. How could this love be so unexpected? Who knows what lies around the corner?
Characters: Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson
DISCLAIMER!- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING THAT'S ASSOCIATED WITH IT!
A/N: This is my very first fanfiction. I hope you all like it! I picked Hermione and Pansy because they seem like opposites and a very good match. I've always heard that opposites attract. Haha. Also, this doesn't really follow the book, but it seemed like an appropriate time to pin these two in a quest of sexual identity and whatnot. Please, please, PLEASE review and give me feedback, whether it's positive or negative. Anyway, sit back and enjoy. At least, I hope you enjoy.Thanks! (:
Around the Corner
Chapter One
Sighing in frustration in the somewhat empty far off corner of the library, Hermione filled her bag with her books, shoving them with force into the opening. Her mind overloading with thoughts and memories of a raven haired beauty.
She raked her hands through her curly brunette locks as she stared down. Her eyes being drawn to her hands. She remembered the gentle touch of soft fingers wrapping around them and guiding them. She remembered the feelings that snaked through her stomach and veins.
What is this feeling that plagued her? Why did she feel so helpless at this moment?
Not even the know-it-all Hermione Granger could compute these emotions. Though, she was never really good at pinpointing feelings. Especially, if they were directed at her.
Her mind kept drifting to savory pale skin, sweet words, soft lips...
She huffed now. Getting more aggravated with the constant reminder that twinged between her legs. Her mind jetting back to the night that she felt this feeling before. Only a week prior, to be exact.
Just as the memory began to flash, she heard a loud bang behind her. The sound of a book falling to the floor. The resounding clank of the book jolted Hermione. She felt as if her spine was going to shoot through the base of her neck. In an instant, she spun around only to be met with the blue eyed wonder that has be haunting her.
Pansy Parkinson stood in amazement at the instant blush that spread across the brunette's face. Her eyes took on a softness that she only gave to Hermione (if she was staring at the girl. Whether if Hermione noticed or not.)
"Hello, Hermione." Pansy smirked at the brunette who had begun to squirm under her gaze.
She said it in a tone that wasn't snobbish, like she was known to use. It was more pleasant sounding, but it had a tiny bit of seduction laced with it. Hermione noticed the the tiny bit and it made her breath hitch and caused the tightening in her thighs to increase.
Hermione's face got redder as she realized her situation. She couldn't form any type of thought. Her mind had suddenly shut down at the mere sight of the raven haired girl.
She opened and closed her mouth several times before finally pushing a response out of her closed throat, "H-hi Pansy."
Pansy noticed the shifting Hermione had begun to do. Shifting weight from her left leg to her right. Switching the two every now and again. She watched the brunette bite her lip in nervousness while crossing her arms over her rising and falling chest (a known habit of hers) as she slowly approached her. Standing face to face with her.
"I've been meaning to ask you why you've been avoiding me." Pansy asked. Not sounding hurt, but more interested in why Hermione had been ignoring her. She sounded genuinely curious at this.
Why should she care? She's always been rude and mean to Hermione since their first year. Hermione had been her favorite target next to Harry Potter. Always making fun of her "nerdish" and "geeky" tendencies.
Fact of the matter is though, Pansy did care. She really did. Knowing the things she had said and done to Hermione in the past only made her want to mend things with the brunette. Not to mention the wonderful night they had shared made the amendment that much more of a priority. Even though she was from the rival house.
"I-I haven't be-been avoiding you." Hermione stuttered out. Her breath quickening at the continued contact with the raven haired girl.
"Oh don't give me that. We have almost all of the same classes. I used to see you going the same way as me, but now you take even longer routes and we both know why." Now the hurt in Pansy's voice was becoming evident.
It's true, however. Hermione had been avoiding Pansy since their last encounter. Though, their last encounter had high pitched moans and whimpers exploding into the air.
"I-I have t-to go... B-bye, Pansy." Hermione grabbed her bag and shoved past the raven haired girl. Almost into a panicked jog towards the door.
Pansy stomped her foot in aggravation before stomping off towards the Slytherin common room.
God! Why does she have to be so stubborn?! Pansy breathed heavily as she trudged up the stairs. There must be something I can do.
"Serpent Sourcia." She spoke the password and the door to the common room cracked open, allowing the Slytherin girl to slip inside to retreat to her dorm, a feeling of defeat starting to swamp her soul.
The weekends were always a nice reprieve for the students as it meant no classes and no uniforms. It also meant visits to Hogsmeade Village. Butterbeer, candy and joke shops. Yes, it provided a nice get away from those routine castle walls.
It had been three days since Hermione's encounter with Pansy in the library. Since then, her mind has been focused on the Slytherin Princess with the movements of a goddess.
Hermione was deep in thought as she followed behind her group of friends that consisted of: Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville. She had her hands stuffed in her charcoal gray pea coat, slightly shivering from the cold autumn breeze that grazed across her skin.
Why can't I stop thinking about Pansy? I'm not even into girls... Am I? God! Hermione's thoughts were battling her sanity. Her eyes fixed at the ground, she remained behind the pack as they entered Hogsmeade and listed towards a tavern off to the left hand side.
One by one, the group went threw the door. All except Hermione.
Since she was so deep in the thought, her pace was getting slower. Leaving the distance between her and her friends getting greater, slightly with every step. The door had already shut before she could reach it. As she came within five feet of the entrance, Hermione was ripped to the side by her arm and dragged down an alley and behind the tavern she was just in front of.
"What the hell-" Hermione screeched when she finally stopped. Being somewhat shoved away due to her continuous squirming at the assailants sudden move.
"Easy there, killer. We need to talk." Pansy held up her hands in a somewhat defensive position.
Hermione clenched her fists at her sides. She was pretty heated about the sudden jerk on her body. Her arm had begun to throb at the pulling in her shoulder. She loosened her stance and narrowed her eyes at the girl that stood in front of her.
"There's nothing to talk about. You're just going to make fun of what I say to here too. Yeah. Don't think I haven't heard." Hermione snipped, crossing her arms over her rapidly rising and falling chest. It picked up the pace along with her heart at being dragged behind the building and by the confrontation that was getting ready to take place.
"Do enlighten me. What have you heard, Hermione?" Pansy spat out the brunette's name. It was cold.
Hermione did feel hurt by the way she had said her name. It wasn't like how she sounded when she said it in the library. This caused the brunette to let out an exhale that was mixed with a surprised utterance.
"Yeah, fucked me good, huh? Did a real number? I heard about what you said to Daphne and Blaise about our 'project'." Hermione moved closer to the raven haired girl who stood eyeing her, brow furrowing at what had come out of the brunette's mouth.
With a huff, Pansy replied, "What on earth are you talking about?" Confusion taking hold of her mind. What was Hermione getting at? Pansy had no idea as to what Hermione was accusing her of.
"You know damn right what I'm talking about!" Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation before continuing, "We worked on that Potions project together, remember? And you go and blab to them about what happened!"
"You got that all wrong!" It had finally hit Pansy as to what Hermione was going on about. "That had nothing to do with you!"
"Don't give me that bullshit, Pansy!" Hermione sounded as cold as the other girl did when she spat her name out. Hermione had crossed her arms and stuck out her hip. Chest heaving more and more as she felt her anger begin to boil.
Being one of Harry Potter's best friends and part of The Golden Trio, she was always talked about by witches and wizards alike. There were good things to say about her, but also, there were bad. She never took negativity towards her well. Insults and criticism or just being talked about in general, when it did come to her attention, she never took it so well.
Hermione was on her way to the Gryffindor common room when she overheard Pansy giggling with Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini at the end of a hallway.
"Never expected her to want it that much. But she practically begged me to. Grabbing my hand and a forcing it to go where she wanted. It was okay, to say the least." Pansy had a cocky tone in her voice. It was no secret that Pansy Parkinson was a lesbian. It was known by everyone, even her pureblood family who took quite well.
Hermione pressed herself against the back of a statue that was right around the corner of the giggling trio. Ears concentrating hard at the the conversation. Distinguishing whose voice belonged to which girl.
"Damn! Seriously, though? In a classroom? Potions of all places. I sit at those tables too you know and I don't want filth touching my things." Daphne spoke in a disgusted manner.
Hermione registered that Pansy and her friends were talking about the her. This hit Hermione hard in the pit of her stomach. Not wanting to hear anymore, she felt the tears begin to sting the backs of her eyes as fled down the hallway.
"Hermione!" Pansy shouted, breaking the brunette from her thoughts.
"Just go away, Parkinson!" Hermione turned on her heel and stomped back towards the front of the building.
Pansy stood where she was. Anger starting to build up from her toes to the top of her head. "HERMIONE!"
The loudness of her name echoed off the brunette's eardrums, making her stop dead in her tracks. She turned back towards the red faced raven haired girl with wide eyes.
"I don't know where you get the idea that I was talking about you, but you really need to learn not make such quick accusations." Pansy had snapped.
"I make them because they're true! I heard it from your mouth!" Hermione flung her hands in the air, gesturing towards Pansy's mouth.
"I wasn't talking about you I was talking about Loony Lovegood, you dolt!" Pansy admitted out of pure anger, not meaning to rat out the blonde haired girl.
This floored Hermione. She didn't want to believe that, but the way Pansy was looking at her made her believe the girl's words.
"B-but I ha-had grabbed yo-your hand too..." Hermione had dropped her head. Tears, unknowingly, fell from her eyes in glistening streams that were noticed by the raven haired girl.
Pansy's eyes were fixed on the girl. An expression of understanding came to her face as she realized the connection Hermione had establishes. She felt horrible for letting the brunette believe what she had said to her friends.
The brunette kept her head down before she felt two soft hands cup her cheeks and lift her head to where her lips had met soft plump ones in an apologetic manner. Her eyes lazily slide shut as she wrapped her arms around the raven haired girl's neck and kissed her back softly.
The kiss was broken by Pansy. She stared deeply into Hermione's dark brown eyes, blazing her sapphire blues into the other girl's soul. She brushed her thumbs across Hermione's cheeks, wiping away the tears that were slowly continuing to fall.
"I can see where you would think that. However, you stumbled in on the wrong part of the conversation." Pansy whispered, eyes still concentrated on the brunette's.
Hermione shifted. She tried to avoid Pansy's stare. She couldn't bare to look at her for she was too embarrassed. She never meant to jump to conclusions, but she convinced herself that Pansy was indeed talking about her. She knew it. But In reality, she was in the wrong.
"I'm sorry..." Was all Hermione could utter out. Her mind had shut off due to the ending result of the situation. Plus that kiss made her melt on the spot.
Brushing a strand of hair out of the brunette's face, Pansy sighed, "You're okay, love. Everything's fine."
Silence engulfed them as they pulled each other close and embraced. The warmth from the hug had melted all of the sadness and anger out of the two as they stood.
A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! I'll try to update soon! I'm just winging this story and I'm trying to come up with something to write in the next chapter. Again, please leave some feedback. I'm very interested as to what you all have to say. Thanks, again! ^.^