36.

Pansy:

Sex, drugs and rock and roll.

Each time the exams were closer, only three weeks away. Pansy wasn't sure what she was more afraid of: taking the OWLs or Hermione as a private teacher. She was divided, partly happy because her girlfriend cared so much about her that she found her adorable, as well as being flattering, since she had a lot of faith that she would get good grades in her exams; But she was also somewhat distressed, because if she did not do what she should or took her studies a little less seriously than usual, Hermione would make a face that promised she would be hung from the highest tower of the castle for the crows to eat. Slowly and painfully. She suspected that Mr Pest, or well, Mrs. Pest now, would pretend to be a crow with pleasure to fulfill that mission.

"It makes me happy to see that Pansy has dark circles," Ginny commented.

"Not me," Hermione muttered, then gave Pansy a scolding look. "You must sleep properly, being tired will not help you with the OWLs."

Luna giggled, amused by all this. Pansy was right now with Ginny, Hermione and Luna walking down the hallways. Based on Hermione's schedule for studies (which Pansy complained about a lot until she realized it was actually quite effective), she was entitled to a break every two hours of intense study. So here she was: relaxing after two hours of hard work in the library with her girlfriend, whom Ginny and Luna had joined because they were doing their respective Herbology assignments.

"As soon as Professor McGonagall gives us a guide, we can start working on Transfiguration. We can move on to Muggle Studies for now," Hermione decided. "I'll help you the best I can, even if I hate the agenda. Why do they give a toaster so much study time? It's ridiculous. It won't do you any good."

"Come on, Hermione! Can't you talk about something other than homework?" Two male voices asked behind their backs, causing the three girls to stop in their tracks.

When they turned around, Fred, George and Angelina were there; the first two with mocking smiles.

"The OWLs are important," Hermione defended herself.

"Absolutely," Fred agreed. "That's why George and I got three wonderful OWLs each in our fifth year."

"Molly is so proud of you guys," Angelina snorted, her arms folded. "Luckily no one on this planet would take you as an example for studies."

"You hurt me, Angelina," Fred complained.

"Not even me? I'm the smart twin," George teased.

"I wonder how Ginny will do next year," Luna commented in a dreamy voice.

"What? Why would you ask yourself that?" Inquired the aforementioned.

"Well, I think Ron will get more than three, he was studying a lot. What if you get less than three? I don't think I like that, I like you and your mother would murder you…"

"Why do you have more faith in my idiot brother than in me ?! Did you know that he ate snot until he was six years old? And still you put him on a higher level than me?"

"I'm just saying that you don't have Hermione to scare you into studying, being in different years."

"I don't scare my friends," she corrected Luna, and seeing how they all looked at her in disbelief, she made a face of indignation. "I don't scare them!"

"Hey, Pansy," George called, ignoring the previous words. "Is Hermione also that controlling in private?"

"What does that have to do with this?" Hermione screeched, starting to blush.

"If you scare your friends, I don't want to think what you do to your girlfriend," he explained.

"George," Angelina warned.

"What?" He was outraged. "They aren't kids. In fact, my little sister is the worst of all, the things she does...!"

"You have no idea what I do," Ginny growled. "You're just trying to make us all uncomfortable."

"Of course not! I care about your well-being." George looked at Pansy then, with a not-so-innocent smile. "Pray to all the Muggle gods for Hermione to approve all of your OWLs."

"Or it will hurt to walk," Fred added. "You choose the meaning for the cause of the pain."

Pansy rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. She looked around, beginning to worry that someone would hear the twins' nonsense. The last thing she would want is for a new rumor to start about her.

Fred and George were always the ones who pushed the most to talk about sexual issues, since it was the only subject with which they managed to make Hermione so uncomfortable and they took advantage of her weakness, especially now that she had a girlfriend. Pansy was still amused by the joke she learned Fred made to Hermione, that he had no doubt that "the tongue of a Slytherin snake must be a one-way trip."

"Have they even done it?" Goerge asked and then warned: "Pansy, you better use spells to take care of yourself, I care a lot for Hermione and I would hate if she got pregnant in the middle of her studies."

"GEORGE!" Angelina yelled, hitting him on the back of the neck with the flat of her hand. "Why do you insist on going to the limit? To see how disgusting you can be?"

Hermione was looking at the twins with great hatred. Perhaps they too should worry about being hung on the highest tower in the castle.

"Uh... May I remind you that I don't have the tools to do that?" Said Pansy.

"We don't judge a book by its cover," Fred joked. "Or in other words: we don't assume what people are hiding in their pants."

"Or skirt," George said.

"Spells?" Hermione repeated in a curious tone, diverting the conversation.

Fred and George shared confused looks.

"Well, if you want an accident that cries at night, we won't say no," Fred scoffed with a shrug.

"She doesn't know," Angelina whispered, more to herself than to the rest, but still they all heard her.

Silence reigned for a few long seconds, in which no one knew what to say, even Hermione, who was truly lost.

"But... My mom had the talk, when Ron was fourteen, him, Harry and... oh," Ginny recalled. "Hermione wasn't at The Burrow that summer."

"What am I missing?" Hermione asked, starting to get annoyed. "Are there any contraceptive spells, is that what they hinted at?"

"Hey Fred."

"Yes, George?"

"I don't think we're needed for this talk."

"I think the same, my brother. I think girls have to talk, alone."

"What the hell are you...?" Angelina began to say, but the twins escaped down the hall and did not get to hear the end of her question: "...thinking?" She finished, and let out a frustrated sigh that she had been talking to herself.

"You really have no idea?" Pansy said, holding back her laughter.

Hermione Granger didn't know something? The know-it-all? Impossible!

"It's not funny," she muttered. "How was I supposed to know? The teachers didn't say anything!"

"Easy, it's not a big deal," Angelina soothed. "Many Muggle-borns don't know."

"My dad gave 'the talk' to Harry," Ginny commented. "Truthfully, I forgot with you. I'm sorry I didn't think of this earlier, Hermione."

"Don't they give Muggle-borns brochures or something?" Pansy asked, fighting Hermione's raised eyebrow, "What? You do not know anything about the magical world, and your parents, less. Don't they have a guide or something?"

"Professor McGonagall helped me a bit, she went to explain to my parents how to go to Diagon Alley, she told them what magic is and other things like that. I bought all the books my parents could afford and learned about it over the summer before entering Hogwarts. Harry was guided by Hagrid, he was answering the questions that arose at the time, but... that's all," she explained, and then snorted, saying wryly, "And clearly, they did not teach an eleven year old girl about magical sex."

"Magical sex," Pansy repeated sarcastically, earning a glare from Hermione.

"Ah, damn Weasley!" Angelina exclaimed. "I am the oldest here. Should I...? Should I be the responsible, serious one and all that? This... will certainly be more difficult than speaking to my Quidditch team."

"You don't have to explain anything," Hermione said, waving her hands to deny. She was very embarrassed.

"Easy, I'll be your teacher," Pansy teased, making Hermione's cheeks redden and turning her head, to ignore her.

"You," Angelina pointed out. "You are a danger."

Pansy put a hand to the center of her chest, wincing at the accusation.

"Well, well, if we're going to embarrass Hermione, we have to move. Even I have limits," Ginny said, starting to walk.

"We're not going to embarrass her," Luna countered. "Sex is a very natural and healthy social ritual, there is no shame in it."

Ginny donned a big smile, looking at Luna for a few seconds as if she were the most wonderful and fun person in the world, then she gave her a quick kiss on the temple and replied:

"You're adorable."

"Get yourself a room," Pansy ordered, pretending to retch.

"How stupid," Ginny muttered.

"You know this is not necessary? I can inform myself with books," Hermione said shyly. "This is not necessary at all. We shouldn't even keep talking about it. Fred and George are just gross, like most guys. We should just... ignore what they say, that would take away their incentive."

"I don't think you'll find anything useful in the library," Luna warned. "There are no books on sex education here, it is not a subject taught in school so it is not on the shelves."

"It's something that is taught at home," Ginny explained. "As well as the basics, like reading, counting, or adding. Magicians teach many things at home."

"But… it's unfair," Hermione murmured. "Why does the wizarding world never take people like me into account?"

Pansy felt bad then. She could see behind the anger, the uncertainty and fear in her, in her tone, in her gestures. She knew her, knew how her mind worked, and besides, it was often too obvious what she was thinking because she was never good at acting or hiding her feelings.

Hermione had told her a thousand times about all the mistakes of society, even Muggle society (although she didn't understand much about that). She knew she had to face more obstacles than most; she herself had been one of her many obstacles, pestering her for years because she wanted to be funny with her little friends. She moved her hand and rested it on Hermione's shoulder, somehow she needed to indicate to her that she was not alone, that she was there for whatever she needed. She subconsciously gave her a little finger caress before speaking:

"We will help you, so don't worry, don't panic, or…"

Hermione looked up, listening carefully. She could feel that Ginny, Luna and Angelina were watching her too, so she cleared her throat uncomfortably and changed course what she was saying, with a more distant tone this time:

"I mean, does it even matter? You're going to become a Minister for Magic or something like that, and all the wrinkled wizards that work there are going to have nightmares about you, because you'll be fixing the entire educational system and whatever other injustices you come across."

Hermione giggled with pleasure, almost saying "How exaggerated!"

"We saw your soft side Parkinson," Ginny said. "Too late to try to fix it."

Pansy looked her up and down slowly, trying to show that she perceived her as the most annoying insect at Hogwarts.

"Shut up, troll brain," she insulted her, finishing her examination.

"Oh, how scary!" She screamed falsely. "Oh, it was you. Sorry. Because of your long, skinny legs and crooked teeth, I thought an acromantula spoke to me," she returned.

"Shut up, Weasley, you have Dementor breath."

"And I have the face of a demiguise!" Luna got in.

"What did you say?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Are we not comparing ourselves to magical creatures? I think it would be a demiguise. They are very beautiful."

Angelina laughed. Hermione was more serious, looking at the three of them like they were idiots.

"Come on," Angelina said. "There is an unoccupied room around here. George and Fred often use it to goof around and create their joke objects. Nobody ever goes in there."

The girls complied (Hermione groaning under her breath, still uncomfortable with the whole thing). They entered a room that appeared to have been a functional classroom in the past. It had a couple of tables in the center, the rest were on the wall opposite the door, stacked side by side to take up as little space as possible. There were threadbare purple curtains on the large windows and a couple of cobwebs in one corner. Several boxes were scattered around the place, they appeared to be belongings of the twins.

Angelina moved the tables a bit, arranging them as she wanted, and sat on one of them. She patted the wood of the table beside her.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Luna, Hermione, Ginny and Pansy listened to her, sitting down with her. Angelina grabbed her wand and said "accio". A bottle came out of one of the boxes.

"Is that wine?" Ginny asked excitedly.

"Do you prefer something else? I like wine better."

"We can't drink alcohol at Hogwarts!" Hermione was shocked. "It's still daylight!"

"This is my last year here, and I'm going to take advantage of it." If you don't want to, don't drink," Angelina snapped. "Also, those two idiots left me alone, so I'll steal their alcohol, they deserve it."

"Wow. This is the best study break of my life."

"Pansy!" Hermione scolded, then looked away at Ginny and Luna. "What...? Where did you get the cups from ?!"

"I transformed one for you too Hermione, don't worry," Luna soothed her with a kind smile.

"Relax," Pansy whispered very close to Hermione's ear, and she was happy to see that it scared her so much that she did a little jump on the spot. "We have no more classes for the remainder of the day. Or what, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid," she murmured indignantly, crossing her arms. "I just think it's a stupid idea."

Angelina poured some wine into all the glasses. Even for Hermione, after Pansy's dig.

The event was a pleasant surprise: a room for them alone, no more studying and a bottle of alcohol. Pansy had never drank more than a couple of butter beers with Hermione in Hogsmeade and was delighted to see her break the rules in this way, though she doubted anyone here would get drunk, it would be suicide in broad daylight, with the teachers wandering around. When Hermione held up her own glass, Pansy bit her tongue to keep from saying something like she was turning into a Slytherin with a great disdain for the rules: for abusing her benefits as a prefect at night and sneaking alcohol.

On the other hand, she was still dumbfounded to discover that Hermione, the know-it-all, really had no idea about sex ed. She still remembered well how Aurora and Narcisso talked to her about all this at fourteen years old, in a serious and instructive way, and being very embarrassing and uncomfortable for her. And recently, Aurora had cornered her again and reminded her of everything she taught her (and some more details, being now older) when she found out that she liked Hermione, as she had to "be responsible with her own body and health" . Sometimes having a Ravenclaw mother was a headache.

"Hermione," Pansy called. "What do Muggles do if they don't have spells?"

"That... is a good question," Ginny conceded curiously.

"Oh well," she stammered, staring down at her intact wine glass. "Use condoms. Always, to avoid pregnancy."

"What? What crap is that?" Pansy asked with a frown.

"Well... It's something you put in... Wait. Why am I explaining this to you? You will never use it, anyway!" She was outraged. "Actually... what do the spells do? Are they like a condom?"

"Well, considering we have no idea what it is... it becomes difficult to answer you," Pansy pointed out.

"They put a slimy plastic in between both, so they don't mix fluids," Angelina explained.

The four younger girls looked at her in disgust.

"It wasn't necessary to explain it like that," Hermione complained.

"Do your parents give you slimy plastics?" Ginny asked, with both eyebrows raised.

"They're not slimy plastics!" She corrected her.

"Yes they are," Angelina put in. "I was with a Muggle-born boy and he pulled that weird plastic out of his pants pocket. I couldn't help but laugh, because I thought it seemed to be covered in drool and he was very offended. Then I apologized, and we did it in a closet a week later, with no objects of questionable provenance involved."

"I'm glad everything went well in the end," Luna said, offering a smile.

Hermione stared at the exchange in icy horror and then took a sip of her wine. Pansy held back a laugh and brought her own glass to her lips as well.

"But the plastic doesn't hurt? How do they do it with something so hard?" Ginny asked.

"That's what I thought!" Angelina exclaimed. "But it was actually very soft. I went pale when he opened it to put it on his…"

"I think we're drifting off topic," Hermione cut her off.

"Why? This is very interesting and educational."

"So that thing goes on the penis?" Pansy asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

"Aha," Angelina confirmed, drinking.

"So what muggle method would you use?" Pansy asked again, looking at Hermione now.

"Pardon?" Was all she could say in response, in a small voice.

She gave a sly smile and took her time taking another sip of wine, to make her as desperate as possible.

"Isn't there a slimy plastic for the other genitalia, or is it all about the phallic?" For emphasis, Pansy flipped her glass around her wrist a couple of times, so the wine moved in circles.

"Why are you so unpleasant?" Hermione screeched.

Ginny and Angelina roared with laughter. Luna, on the other hand, looked at Hermione very seriously, very interested in the other Muggle methods she might reveal.

"What?" Pansy was outraged. "I know you don't have a penis, I didn't feel anything weird when we kissed."

"Oh Merlin, shut up," she murmured, putting a hand to her face.

"There's no slimy plastic for when there's just, you know... uterus, vulva, blah blah blah? Ginny asked, who had already finished her glass and tried to pour herself more wine, earning a pat on the hand from Angelina, who seemed to have no interest in getting her friends' younger sister drunk.

Hermione looked at the ground, crossing her legs and intertwining her fingers as she thought about what to say.

"Well, no? I have never thought about it."

"But... they can catch diseases anyway, not only pregnancy is a problem!" Ginny said, gesturing with her hands, flustered.

"There's no talk of that. I know it's normal for you, but I'm not kidding when I tell you it's wrong to be a lesbian or bisexual in Muggle society," Hermione replied. "In fact, we don't even talk about this for relationships between a man and a woman. Condoms are more of something you find out from friends older than you, or from movies, maybe a book."

"You've got to be kidding me," Pansy murmured. "What if you get sick?"

"Well I don't know. You shouldn't get sick in the first place," Hermione replied, shrugging. "Didn't you hear about AIDS? On the news channels they say gay men get sick, most of them think they deserve it. My own neighbor said so, complaining about a newspaper article."

"What the hell, are they crazy?" Angelina muttered. "And what do they do to fix it, they don't use condoms? How are they cured?"

"I do not know. I think they are not cured. You don't talk about those things! Two men or two women aren't supposed to... No. Just, no. I understand that it is not good to think like that, especially because of everything I see in the magical world, but it is still a sensitive topic there."

"Well that sucks," Ginny murmured, taking a long swallow of wine.

"Didn't you finish yours?" Pansy asked, despite the seriousness of the subject, that detail distracted her.

"Luna didn't want more."

"I prefer sweeter drinks," added the aforementioned, as she supported her elbows on her legs and arranged her hair behind her ear to look at them better.

"Well, from what you say Hermione, Muggles handle this disastrously. And you definitely don't have to imitate them," Angelina said, putting the humor behind her and pointing her index finger at her for emphasis. As a Quidditch captain, she had already internalized a tone of voice that generated confidence and authority at the same time. "Magicians have a spell to protect us, I will write you the instructions and I will give them to you later so that you can practice them, and you can ask me any questions that arise, of course. It is very simple and intuitive anyway, you will learn it quickly. It is very similar to a waterproofing enchantment. Regardless of your genitalia, both parties use it, thus preventing any disease or pregnancy. It stays active for five hours, so just in case it is better to be cautious and repeat it every four hours in case the activity is extended too much."

"You can ask any of us," Pansy interjected. "I feel like my mother saying it, but: your health is important. Muggles treat this subject horribly so ask us if you don't know something, we'll all investigate together if we don't know, I don't know! But to get sick? 'Two men or two women aren't supposed to do it?' What kind of crap is that?

"It's natural Hermione," Luna added, with an unseemly seriousness. "Even if your parents and most of the people you know think otherwise, having sex is not wrong. As long as it is consensual, you protect yourself and want it. Or even if you want to do it alone. You don't have to think that exploring your sexuality is a bad or inappropriate thing."

"Wait," Ginny stopped her with a mocking smile. "Did we add masturbation to our impromptu sex ed class? Wow, Luna, you go with everything."

"Too much wine, Weasley?" Pansy scoffed with a laugh.

"I almost find you nice, so yes, too much wine, that's the only explanation," she replied, laughing as well.

"I think Luna just traumatized Hermione," Angelina whispered.

It seemed to be true: Hermione was very quiet, staring mortified at the ground. Pansy raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

"Perhaps...?" She started, as a smile spread across her face. "Did you never touch yourself?"

"You can't ask me that! And don't look at me like that, I'm not going to answer you Pansy."

"There's nothing wrong with it, I don't either," Luna confessed.

"Are you serious?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows raised so high that furrows formed on her forehead.

"I was never interested. Nobody has to do something that doesn't interest them just because others are doing it. I'm fine like this, I'm not curious about sex."

"Literally? Are you asexual?" Pansy said, and then gave an amused laugh. "Because it does not surprise me?"

When Luna answered affirmatively to the question, Ginny whistled instead of commenting something, processing the new information, as she shifted her position at the table, sitting cross-legged. She was moving all the time since they got to the classroom, she couldn't sit still for long.

"So... she can't...?" Hermione started.

Pansy put her glass on the side of the table, letting out a sigh, she could imagine how her girlfriend's brain was in those moments, too many new things in one day, many questions, and few books to ask...

"I'm not interested. It doesn't mean I'm dysfunctional," Luna explained.

"They have little or no libido," Pansy added, shrugging. "I don't understand it at all, but there are people who don't feel it. Just like I can't even imagine being interested in a man."

"Oh?" Angelina was interested. "I always thought you liked Malfoy."

"I admired him," she corrected her, "there was a time when I doubted what I felt about him, but... it turned out, no, it was just admiration."

"So Luna is asexual, Pansy is a lesbian, Hermione and I are bisexual," Ginny counted, using her fingers to make it graphic. "What do you have for us Angelina?"

"Ha! Sorry to disappoint you, I'm straight."

"Damn, and I wanted to conquer you to make my brothers mad!" Ginny teased.

"Which one of them?" Pansy asked.

"Probably more than one," she replied with a wicked smile.

Luna got off the table, with her characteristic calm, to go through the boxes in the room. She seemed to have lost interest in the talk.

"Can this...?" Hermione started. "Can this all really just be... normal conversation?"

"Sure," Pansy said, not understanding what was so strange about it.

"It's normal that you want to undress Pansy in one of the hallways," Ginny scoffed.

"I do not...!"

"Or even have dreams or things like that," the redhead stopped her, laughing at her own ideas. "Please don't touch yourself thinking of Pansy in my room! You haven't done it in my bathroom, right? Sometimes you take a long time to shower…"

"GINNY!" Hermione yelled, very flushed.

Angelina almost spat out the wine, laughing as she drank.

"What? Ginny snorted. "Now will you tell me that you didn't have wet dreams either, what kind of adolescent are you?"

Hermione looked away, while the other remained in her world, laughing at her own jokes at her expense. Angelina seemed to be enjoying herself as she poured herself a second glass of wine that she had denied Ginny. But Pansy narrowed her eyes, she hadn't missed the fact: Hermione hadn't denied the question. Maybe she just got tired of trying to shut her up, or maybe...

She reached her hand up to Hermione's arm. She held it, and while she outlined a sly smile she brought it closer to her.

"You dreamed of me," she stated softly. Actually, it didn't matter if it was true or not, it still served to drive her out of her mind. However, the way Hermione's arm tightened and her back stiffened answered her question.

"Did not. Idiot," she said, concentrating on how Ginny and Angelina, at the table in front of them, were struggling to get a hold of the bottle of alcohol.

Pansy's smile grew and grew, her cheeks began to ache. She did not insist, she did not feel like it with so much company. However, she felt the exchange was a small victory. She was going to take advantage of this so much! She just... had to find the moment. She was also dying of curiosity to know what the subconscious of her correct and well behaved girlfriend imagined. By Merlin, did Hermione have fantasies?

Heat ran through her body, like a tingle. She thought of the last kisses she shared with her, how much she enjoyed being able to caress her, feel her close. Pansy was not indifferent to Hermione. How could she be? But she never pushed too hard, they were at school and Hermione was... Hermione. But if she had really dreamed of something more intimate between them... beyond the romantic, did it mean that she wanted her, that she would not receive a slap if she lowered her hand a little more when she kissed her?

Suddenly, some music started playing, a rock song... or was it more like pop? a mix? They all looked at the corner where it came from, there Luna was sitting on the floor, rummaging through a cardboard box full of small music boxes of different colors. Those objects were used to be able to reproduce songs without the need to listen to it live; the musicians played their songs, a spell was performed to save the sound in the metal boxes which were sold, then like this, whenever they are opened you can listen to the music they have inside. She could still see the covers of some of them from afar: she recognized several bands Rachel liked, such as Spellbound, as well as an album by Lorcan d'Eath and another by Macbeth's Witches.

"Luna," Ginny called. "Do you like rock?"

"Of course. I prefer heavy metal, but I don't think Fred and George have any. I'm looking for it."

Pansy reached for her abandoned glass, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing at the top of her lungs. For Luna to say so sweetly that she liked heavy metal, it was too much. She had a little wine left in the bottom of her glass and she gulped it down. Angelina seemed more cheerful than before, so to Hermione's chagrin, she poured more wine for Ginny and Pansy when they asked.

"They're going to get drunk," she warned.

The music was playing in the background, so neither of them paid much attention to Hermione and her complaints.

Today is gonna be the day

That they're gonna throw it back to you

By now you should've somehow

Realized what you gotta do

"Wait. Do Fred and George listen to Muggle music?" Hermione asked in surprise, recognizing the lyrics.

"Lee likes it, maybe it's his," Angelina commented. "There are several stores in Diagon that sell Muggle music, they are all the rage."

Pansy glanced at how Hermione seemed excited to be listening to muggle music in a magical way, she sure had a lot of questions about how they recorded it. Now that she thought about it, she had already commented that she didn't listen to much music made by wizards or witches. She focused on the song, it sounded good. It was really good, actually, Muggles had no reason to envy wizard artists.

"I love this song," Hermione confessed, turning so she could see Pansy's face.

I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do about you now

"I like it too," Pansy said.

Hermione should go to Azkaban for having smiled in such a cute way at her answer. Pansy was enjoying this impromptu moment too much, with Ginny, Luna and Angelina... with Hermione. She would study a thousand hours in a row in order to keep getting moments like this, in which she just had fun and talked about things in life, the world, with a drink and something playing in the background. She leaned closer to Hermione, unable to help herself. She felt good, happy.

Backbeat, the word is on the street

That the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before

But you never really had a doubt

I don't (...)

When the singer started saying "I don't" Pansy couldn't resist singing softly into Hermione's ear. She sensed what was next now, and she paid attention to imitate, repeating almost at the same time:

—I don't believe that anybody / Feels the way I do about you now.

Pansy closed her eyes as she did so, she could smell a little of the wine from her own mouth, but also the lavender on Hermione's clothes. She adored it. She sighed as Hermione leaned closer to her. She opened her right eye, to spy: Hermione's smile was still radiant. And she doubted the rosy color of her cheeks was from the wine.

Notes:

The song: "Wonderwall" by Oasis.