Hermione Granger was listening to what Professor McGonagall had to say about Animagi. It was pretty interesting, despite the fact that she already knew everything there was to know about them. Still, she was taking notes, trying not to get disturbed by the girl sitting not very far on her right. Pansy Parkinson. She was constantly taking glances at Hermione, who pretended not to care, or even notice it.
This had started a week ago, when Pansy caught a butterbeer filled Hermione trying to kiss Lavender Brown (who promised not to tell anyone, after Hermione had begged her not to in the morning). Last Tuesday night, Hermione and Lavender were on the 3rd floor, completely wasted, trying to get to an empty classroom Harry and Ron has asked them to come to, and where there would be more Butterbeers. On their way, Hermione had suddenly lost her mind and attempted to make out with Lavender, who, after dropping a loud "What the fuck are you doing?", got back to the Gryffindor tower.
Hermione had been very confused after that, wondering why she had done such a thing. She knew she liked girls, but she had never lost control to the point of trying to kiss one.
- What was that, Granger? She had heard behind her back.
Hermione's heart had stopped, as her drunken self tried to figure out a disappearing spell, or something to make the stranger's memory forget about this. She was also wondering who was the girl who had spoken.
Hermione had waited long seconds before facing the stranger. When she did, the first thing she saw was that grin she knew so well, and hated so bad. On this night, Pansy's grin was particularly horrifying, as she knew Hermione was now at her mercy. She had witnessed her trying to kiss a girl, and after that Pansy could make Hermione's life a living hell.
At least that's what Hermione thought Pansy was thinking.