Hermione knew both her mother and aunt would murder her come Yule holiday which happened to be only three weeks away but she needed her freedom and her unquenchable thirst for knowledge so sneaking her wand out her mother and father's chambers was rather easy and that night her cousin came with his two friends.
The night was cold the howling wind whipping around her hair, her curls dangling intrusively in her eyes. The unimaginable horror of falling kept her arms secured around Draco's waist, leaving her wild hair to wrap around her face. The broom was uncomfortable between her legs during the long flight the wood chaffing on her bare skin. She was warned before take off to change into trousers but her cousin didn't quite get the fact his mother has refused point blank in Hermione wearing anything but skirts and dresses much to her irritation.
The flight took them over the village of hogsmeade, the small buildings emitting lights from their windows made the view stunning that even Hermione forgot for just a second that she was balancing dangerously on a thin bit of wood under the control of her cousin.
"Nearly there Hermione hold tight" Draco shouted over the battling winds. They skirted over the Hogwarts iron gates and to Hermione's immense relief they touched down on the school grounds.
Stumbling from the broom, her legs wobbling under her weight she spied Blaise and Theo landing just in front of the pair. "Come on if we want to make it to the common room we better stay silent" Draco took the lead, Hermione, Theo then Blaise bringing up the rear.
Not wanting to risk getting caught the group forgone using light instead stumbled about in the dark, using the cold stone walls of the dungeons to navigate their way to their destination. Hermione collided into Draco as he forced their group back against the wall, a finger over his mouth.
"What is it pussykins is there naughty children out of their beds?" the old caretaker babbled to his menace of a cat. Hermione bit her hand to stop the bubbling laughter from escaping. The old man hobbled past them and around the corner.
The further their walked through the dungeons the colder it got. Draco paused outside a large portrait of Salazar Slytherin himself. He sneered at them.
"Pureblood" the portrait rolled to the side as the stone wall from behind rolled open letting the four late students into the common room.
Once the stone rolled back in to place the boys sighed in relief. "Welcome to Slytherin Hermione. The best house by far" Blaise dramatically spun around with his arms wide out.
The underground chamber was breath taking while the coldness still seeped in Hermione was in awe of the comfortable looking common room. The stone walls were bare minimum only decorated by the Slytherin crest proudly displayed. Larger than Gryffindor but similar set up with the green and silver sofas and armchairs scattered around the fireplace. Tables on the other side of the chamber for homework and games but what caught Hermione's eager eye was the glass wall showing the black lake and it's habitants. The water was murky but she could just see glowing fish swimming by.
"Your room is here" Draco led her down the stairs a silly grin plastered on his face. "As fun as this has been we no doubt in hell of a trouble tomorrow so I must get my beauty sleep". Hermione nodded quietly opening the dorm door and slipping in.
The room had four beds, three of them already occupied and their curtains shut. Her trunk sat at the foot of her bed and to her surprise and complete joy her ginger fur ball crookshanks laid stretched out on her bed. Scooping up the sleeping half kneazle Hermione nuzzled her cheek into his warm fur, collapsing happily on to the bed fully clothed she drifted off to sleep.
"Lestrange isn't it?" a young boy nervously approached Hermione who was sitting waiting for Draco to appear for breakfast by the fireplace.
"Yes".
The boy awkwardly bowed to her, doing a perfect impression of an house elf. She bit her cheek to stop the giggle erupting at his strange behaviour. "Your cousin said I was to take you to the great hall he has quidditch practice this morning".
He grabbed her hand and preceded to drag out through the halls in a frantic walk for breakfast. He released her shyly when the great hall fell silent, turning to stare unabashedly at seeing Hermione standing before them dressed in her Slytherin uniform.
Hermione rolled her eyes, holding her head held high she glided down the long table and elegantly perched herself in the same seat from the feast. A few of her fellow snakes shyly nodded their heads in greeting unsure of how to treat her.
Three cups of coffee later the dark brooding head of house appeared behind her. "Why is it that not four months has gone by and you and your cousin are already causing havoc Miss Lestrange? I had your frazzled aunt in my office this morning babbling about misplacing both you just for you to suddenly appear out of nowhere". Hermione shrugged unsure what to say.
"Unfortunate as it is both aurors are still here to provide you with protection. Try not to kill them this time if you really feel to need to I'm sure the mutt would gladly take the sacrifice". He growled slamming down her timetable with more force than necessary.
"Don't take it personally our head of house enjoys making us miserable" Hermione looked up at Pansy Parkinson sitting next to her. "Pansy" she held out a hand.
Hermione took it "I am fully aware of who you are but I suppose starting fresh won't be the strangest thing that has happened to me lately".
She smiled batting her eyelashes at Hermione, both the witches stood as the bell chimed for first period. "A pleasure to finally meet the real you Hermione" she purred, a playful smile lighting up her face.
She linked arms with Hermione making their way to transfiguration classroom.
Pansy was quite playful through classes that day which was a refreshing change for the young witch, she was pleasantly surprised at enjoying the girls company and it didn't hurt that Hermione found her attractive.
By the time dinner arrived Pansy and Hermione were inseparable they found common ground on their hobbies and their shared dislikes of men and Quidditch.
"How long have you realised you were gay?" Pansy abruptly asked, stirring her fork though her mash. Hermione choked on her sausage, her eyes watering. "Maybe not after seeing you gobble that sausage down your throat". Pansy howled with laughter banging her hands down on the table, knocking over glasses and dishes alike.
"Oh are you interested Miss Parkinson?" Hermione pulled her best Narcissa smirk. A hand brushed her leg in response. Her cheeks were heating up "I have never been interested in men".
"Good because I get extremely lonely all by myself in the dorm at night" she huskily whispered in Hermione's ear, placing her hand teasingly on Hermione's thigh. "Come with me now I am.. horny". Pansy grinned flouncing up from the bench holding out her hand for Hermione to take.
Without giving it much thought Hermione took the offered hand and both witches left dinner early much to the tables curiosity.
The moment they made it to the dorm Pansy pushed Hermione up against the door, her mouth attaching to hers in a clumsily kiss, hands trailing her sides. Hermione feeling brave circled her arms around the taller girls neck deepening the kiss.
Her robes fell away as Pansy pulled back, her brown eyes filled with lust she kissed along Hermione's neck, her hands tugging open the blouse, cupping her bra cladded breasts. She threw her head back a soft moan escaping her lips.
The feeling of Pansy kissing her chest brought the image of her snarling mother gripping her throat to the forefront of her mind, arousal spiking, her panties drenched in her forbidden desires. She wanted, no she needed more.
A knock disturbed their heavy kissing pulling apart Hermione shut herself off inside her bed with the curtains shut. Resting against her pillow Hermione's mind drifted back to the morning before where her mother had finally pushed her in to accepting her dark unseemly desires and the way her aunt weakly fought against her mother's advances didn't help her oversensitive body craving to be touched.