No Secret Anymore

Pansy:

The fourth year had just begun and we had visitors from other wizarding schools. And, everybody was swooning over Fleur Delacourt. Not Draco; I must give him the credit for that. But who could fall for that vela when Hermione was near?

The only real good thing about this Triwizard thing is the Yule ball. Imaging Hermione in dress robes! Oh goddess! I just wish I could dance with her, but that would mean to give up my masquerade and admit that I'm her secret admirer – me – a female, a Slytherin. She would hate it. She would hate me. And Slytherins are not known for bravery.

So I was determined to keep my silence, but then this Krum person was pining for her, using his slimy charm and this faked shyness and helplessness. Shy, my ass. Oh I know too well how it works. Milli has made some friends in Dumstrang and they had a lot to tell about his ex girlfriends. I don't want him to break her heart. I will have to tell her, won't I? And I will need time – luckily I have Draco to arrange that.

When Hermione went to the library one morning, Grabbe and Goyle waylaid her and brought her to an empty classroom.

"Hermione."

"Parkinson."

I never had used her real name before and she's looking at me curiously.

"I have to make a confession to you. I'm in love with you," I told her in a rush, fearingit would never to get out.

"If this is a bad joke …"

"No, this is he truth," I whispered, "I've been in love with you since our first year. I knew since I saw you for the first time."

"That is ridiculous."

"No." I still didn´t dare to look in her eyes. "I also gave you some things as a sign of my feelings: chocolate, a book of poems from woman poets and the owl of Pallas Athene."

She stared, if I had suddenly sprouted two more heads: "You mean you are …" she whispered.

I nodded: "I'm surely not what you expected or desired, but yes, I´m your secret admirer."

She looked about ready to faint, so I hurried to a conclusion.

"I know, you want probably never look at me again. But if you want to see me again, I will wait outside the astronomy tower at midnight during the Yule ball."

With that I left her. I didn't know, what was worse: to wait all those long days for her decision or the certainty the Yule ball would bring.

Hermione:

The fourth year had started with a bang. The Triwizards Tournament was a new danger for Harry and Ron´s attitude was no help at all. And there was Victor, too. In the beginning, he was just annoying, but when he was shy, I couldn´t help to begin to like him. Someone like him pining for someone like me was so exhilarating that I really forgot everything else: School, my bickering best friends, the tournament – and my secret admirer. But then he or, better yet she, was suddenly out in the open.

Pansy´s confession was a profound shock for me. I had never thought of a girl – or of a Slytherin. One of those would have shocked me, but both together was a bit too much.

The next few days I reacted like a zombie. Luckily, everyone else was just too caught up to notice. The first thing which came to my mind was to forget everything. To pretend that it never had happened. But all the time I had to look over to Pansy, as if I saw her for the first time – and she was quiet pretty. Her eyes were a nice shade of brown and when she smiled, she was kind of cute. I couldn't ignore, that she was sexy and it was not the first time I looked after a girl, either.

All Slytherin couldn't be evil and now it was just a date, wasn't it? It couldn't hurt to go.

When I dressed for the Yule Ball, I couldn't help asking myself if Pansy would like my dress – it was her and not Ron or Viktor I wanted to impress. Maybe I was beginning to fall for her too.

It wasn't that easy to get away at Midnight, while everyone was staring at me, but finally I managed to escape both Ron´s wrath and Viktor´s clumsy attention.

Pansy was already waiting for me and I could tell that she was nervous. When she spotted me, a smile light up her face and I didn't know how I ever could have thought her ugly.

On an impulse I bent forward and kissed her. When she began to kiss me back, I knew that I had made the right decision.

The end

Sorry, that I won't write that fic through all school years, but my muse ran away. But if it ever comes back, I might write a sequel.