Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any money from this in any way.

Slash of the female/female kind appears and is suggested in this fic. If you don't like then don't read.

For some reason people (well… actually Occasus and Black-rose23) have mentioned that they wish to see more of this fic. I wrote "It was a normal bracelet" more than a year ago – and only ever intended it as a one off. But due to Occasus and Black-rose23, the idea of continuing it was put into my mind. And so after a long long year, here is my attempt at a second chapter – please keep in mind that a year has progressed, so my writing style may have changed a bit (maybe?).

Chapter Two

Yes, Pansy thought, just perhaps she does have other than straight thoughts…

Hermione didn't say anything. She just stood there, watching the Slytherin girl who held her beloved bracelet. She wondered what Pansy was doing here, in her favourite thinking spot.

Pansy was fingering her bracelet and Hermione could not help but stare. Those long elegant fingers, with their perfect manicured nails, were caressing and turning the beads of her bracelet. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those fingers caressing her skin, rubbing her in that way.. Just like…

Hermione was out patrolling the corridors. It was a stormy afternoon and the Gryffindor common room was filled with boisterous students wishing to be outside. The noise had been deafening. So with the excuse of her new Prefect duties, Hermione headed out to take a stroll in the corridors. She was trying to avoid people, still feeling a bit down about what had happened at the end of the summer holidays.

Walking down a little used corridor Hermione heard muffled gasps coming from around the corner. Drawing her wand, she crept and pecking around the corner, saw two figures leaning against the wall. Looking more closely she recognised one as a Ravenclaw from her Transfigurations class and the other as Pansy. Realising what they were doing, Hermione caught her gasp in her breath and quietly headed back down the corridor the way she had come…

Blinking and slightly shaking her head to dispel the thought, she looked back into Pansy's face. There was a calculating look there. Not the usual one of disgust and loathing. It was as if Pansy was contemplating something… But what.

"What are you doing here Granger?" The words fell from Pansy's lips, sounding acid from habit, rather than thought.

Hermione just raised an eyebrow, and glanced back to her bracelet, which was still being caressed by Pansy's fingers. Slowly she raised her eyes back up, "I did come here to find my bracelet – but you saved me the trouble."

Lifting up the bracelet, Pansy gave a slight sneer, "So that's who it belongs to. The famous Gryffindor Mudblood. I should have guessed, since its muggle… And extremely tacky." Pansy watched as Hermione's face stayed blank, only her eyes narrowing slightly.

Pansy was unnerved. It was unlike the Gryffindor to stay so impassive – while calm normally, she usually still wore her heart on her sleeve. Like most Gryffindors. Unlike now. Pansy's sneer grew bigger, "And why would little Miss Mudblood want her tacky muggle bracelet back?" She stepped closer to Hermione, tilting her head to the side, "Was it given to her by her boyfriend?" No reaction from the other girl, "Or perhaps even… dare I say it about Miss Hermione-I'm-So-Perfect-Granger…" Pansy took another step towards Hermione, leaning in to whisper breathlessly into her ear "… a girlfriend?"

It was the beginning of summer and Hermione was visiting her favourite bookstore. It was an old second-hand store, with books lining dark mahogany shelves, reaching from the roof high up to the floor. Dust skipped along the air, and dappled light shone through the windows. She was running her fingers along the spines of the books, reading the titles and occasionally pulling one out to have a closer look. She was reading a passage in Jane Austen's 'Sense and Sensibility' when she felt somebody leaning over her shoulder from behind. A breathless whisper sounded in her ear, "So… Miss-I-Can-Spend-Hours-Looking-At-One-Shelf…"

Something flared up suddenly in Hermione's eyes, but it was quickly hidden again. The Slytherin sighed silently and stood back.

"Well, if it's not important then you won't mind me keeping the bracelet for a bit longer." She placed the bracelet into her robe pocket as she brushed past Hermione, "After all… Finders are keepers."

Pansy was sure that Hermione was going to say something. Anything. A curse, a plea, a hex or curse. But nothing came from behind as she walked up the incline back towards school.

If Pansy had turned around anytime, she would have seen Hermione standing in that same spot, watching her retreating back with a slight smile playing upon her lips.