A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Disney Challenge: 1. Lilo: Write about someone being alienated from others.

Book Club: Bronwyn Rojas: (trait) intelligent, (character) Hermione Granger, (word) honor, (relationship) sisters, (plot point) cheating, (trope) good girl/bad boy (or any variation)

Elizabeth's Empire: 8 ust Mercy by Bryan Stevenson: Write about someone fighting for justice. Alt. Write a prison!au (Bonus)

Marvel Appreciation: 1 - [Plot Point] Write about someone being imprisoned.

Lyric Alley: 14 – If you go to war, I go to war

Word Count: 602

Hermione barely looked up when the door of her cell clanged open. Like every other Muggle-born, she'd been thrown into a cell upon being captured. She knew it wasn't just the Muggle-borns being locked up, but also those who spoke against Lord Voldemort.

"Hey, girlie, looks like you're going to be sharing now, isn't that wonderful?" a voice announced. Even Bellatrix's voice didn't cause Hermoine to look up.

"That's nice," she commented. "Hopefully this one doesn't snore," she added, pretending she didn't care that she was being held captive. Pretending she didn't care that she had no idea if her friends were dead or alive. That was the only way to survive, by not caring.

"Well, have fun, maybe you'll get lucky and she'll shank you in your sleep," Bellatrix laughed, slamming the door closed. Hermione kept her head down until she was certain Bellatrix was gone. She looked up over at her new cellmate. The last one had been murdered.

"Granger," she stated, looking at Hermione. "So... I'm your new cellmate. Which bunk is mine, or should I just share yours?"

"I don't really care, Pansy. Which ever one you want is fine. I can move to the top if you'd like the bottom. Why are you even in here? I thought your family was... you know."

"Death Eaters? News flash, Granger, not every Slytherin is a Death Eater."

"I just figured since you were so close to Draco."

Pansy snorted, ran her fingers through her short black hair, and glared at Hermione.

"Yes, well, that didn't go according to my plan. He's the reason I'm in here. He finally decided that he liked me, you know. Like I didn't waste six years on him? Well, turns out I'm not into whiny little wizard brats with daddy issues."

"You turned him down."

"Yup, now I get share a lovely cell with you."

"You wouldn't be my first choice for a roommate either, Pansy."

"That'd be Weasel, right? You two would totally be doing it on the bottom bunk?"

"No. If I had my way," Hermione started to say. She stopped, wondering if she should even be talking to Pansy. This could be some kind of trap? A way to see who she really cared about in order to get information?

"Go ahead, tell me? Trust me, I'm not Lord Moldysock's side. Not that he wears socks... ick!"

"He doesn't wear socks?"

"You never noticed? Those ghastly pale ankles in those shoes?"

"No. I was too busy running for my life."

"Right, sorry. So, if you had to pick, who would you want to be stuck in this stupid cell with? And you said not the weasel?"

"Right. Not Ron... Um, if I had to be stuck in this cell with someone, I'd want to be stuck here with," Hermione started again. Pansy had climbed up to the top bunk and was hanging upside down, so her face was nearly touching Hermione's.

"Guy or girl?" Pansy asked.

"Girl," Hermione answered without hesitating. Pansy's dark eyes widened.

"Ohhh, you and I play for the same team then! Nice! Bet your lips are really soft too."

"Why would you care about my lips?"

"Cause I'm about to kiss them," Pansy answered, swinging forward slightly and mashing her mouth to Hermione's. Hermione fell back into the bed, pulling Pansy with her. Pansy broke the kiss, looked around and laughed.

"Guess I'm sharing your bunk after all," she stated, kissing Hermione again. This time, Hermione kissed back, the feeling of someone at least pretending to care about her, making her forget everything just for a moment.