Author's Note: 100 word drabble. I guess you could consider this an early Christmas present of sorts? Enjoy.
Christmas
Hermione's wrists, chafed to a merrily bright red beneath the delicate green wraps of a certain Slytherin school tie, reminded Pansy of Christmas. Pansy tugs at the pink buttoned sweater Hermione wears over her uniform.
"You're not particularly fond of this…thing, are you, Granger?" she asks, fingers dancing over the buttons like a sadistic ballerina.
"Hate it," Hermione moans. It was her favourite sweater.
Pansy tears at it, sending buttons flying in every which direction. She pounces on Hermione, and the Gryffindor's moans are drowned in Pansy's mouth.
"Happy Christmas, Mudblood," Pansy whispers harshly.
"It's May, Pansy."
Pansy just laughs.
-fin