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Or the crown slips
The first time she felt anything more than contempt for the poor servant girl was just after her sixteenth birthday. She had turned to berate the clumsy girl for spilling her evening tea, but the way she bit her bottom lip made Pansy wonder how they tasted. In an instant, she closed the space between them and pressed her lips to the startled girls. Feeling the overwhelming passion as their lips moved together, she panicked and sent her away.
Luckily for her, the servant girl was determined not to be so quickly forgotten. It was a little over a week later when she cornered Pansy and took her lips in another passionate kiss. That kiss was all that it took to break down Pansy's walls; she soon found herself falling madly in love with the servant girl, Hermione.
"I can't do this," Pansy whispered watching Hermione pin up her last few curls, before placing the crown upon her head. It was the night of Pansy's twenty-first birthday, and the night she was to be married to Prince Draco. Theirs was said to be a very advantageous match as it would bring together two mighty kingdoms.
"Yes you can," Hermione gave her a small smile, "it's your duty. Just think of the alliance this marriage will provide."
Pansy looked down at her hands in her lap,"Yes, but-"
"No buts," Hermione cut her off and moved to kneel in front of her. Caressing her cheek, she lifted her face, so they were eye to eye. "You can do this. You will marry Prince Draco, and move to his castle where you will live happily and give him lots of babies." Her smile widened, "and most importantly, I will be with you every step of the way." Leaning in she pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss "now, chin up Princess, we don't want your crown to slip."
