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Going to Break You

Pansy wakes up before Hermione. She can feel the sleeping girl's breath on the back of her neck. The girl's arm is wrapped tightly around her.

The Slytherin wonders what it means but does not linger too long on the thought, because she only wants to enjoy it. Enjoy the simple touch of the other girl. It makes her feel wanted. Her heart races at the thought.

She doesn't even know if Hermione likes girls, much less her. Besides, the way she reacted earlier was a good indication that she didn't.

Pansy sighs. She doesn't really want to move. The thought of lying there, wrapped up in blankets and the beautiful Gryffindor is too appealing. She can't take another reaction like before. It felt too much like rejection.

She slowly slips out, careful not to disturb the other girl, ignoring the pain in her chest.

She turns back to look at the girl before opening the door. The girl is sleeping so peacefully and looks so beautiful.

Pansy is filled with an overwhelming desire to crawl back into bed with the girl. Yet, fear grips her again as the image of Hermione toppling off the bed replays in her mind. She sees the shock and anger on the other girl's face, and her resolve quickens as she hastily leaves.

Barely managing a stealthy exit, she leans back against the bedroom door as tears fall down her cheek. Knees buckle underneath her as she covers her face. She really can't continue to do this. She wonders if she should make herself scarce until she knows how she would be accepted. If she could even figure something out like that.

Her fingers weave into her hair pulling it back as she sobs in quiet jerks, before she feels someone reach down and hold her. She recognizes his scent. She breathes it in, and is reminded of a warm summer night as she opens her eyes to see Blaise, and to her surprise, Draco.

"How long have you been here?"

"The whole time. Pansy, what happened?"

"Draco, you're good at charms, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Can you put a charm on her room to make it quiet?"

"Yes, but-"

"Can you also dim the light from the windows?"

"Yes, but why?"

"Please. Draco."

He rolls his eyes but performs the spells, anyway.

She continues, "Draco, she hasn't slept all week until I tricked her last night."

Blaise helps her up as Draco looks perplexed and clarifies, "Draco, I'm guessing Hermione didn't take it well, and for some reason, she is asleep right now."

Pansy twists her fingers. "Right." The girl starts pacing as she recants the night's events to the two boys.

They don't get a chance to react as someone knocks on the portrait door as soon as she finishes. A very persistent knock on the portrait door.

Draco yanks open the door. "What!?"

A red-faced Weasley stands next to Potter who asks, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Potter, I believe that is my question to you and your incessant banging. Didn't either of you learn manners wherever it is you came from? Surely, you couldn't have been that poor."

Ron huffs, looking at Harry.

"Fine, Malfoy. Is Hermione here?"

"Yes, Potter." Blaise and Pansy step up behind Draco, flanking him and blocking the Gryffindors from entering.

Harry rolls his eyes, "Can we see her?"

Draco continues to talk for the Slytherins, "No, Potter. She's sleeping."

"Well, wake her up."

"No."

"It's bloody important."

"Like her sleep isn't. Not that you would notice, but she hasn't slept all week. But then, you are the boy-who-had-his-head-up-his-arse."

Ron steps forward, "And how would you know?"

"Because unlike some people," Draco looks at the Gryffindors with disgust. "I pay attention."

The red-head seethes. "What did you do to her, Malfoy?"

"I didn't do anything to your Mudbloo-"

Pansy grabs Draco's shoulder, jerking him towards her. Smack. Her hand flies across his face.

Blaise smirks before he addresses the Gryffindors in the hallway. "This is one lovers' quarrel you don't want to see." Then slams the door on them.