Here's chapter two of the coffee shop AU
Just gonna be some more fluff and the past behind the characters, plus barista Blaise ;)
(This is set in 2005)
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Pansy flopped onto her bed that night, Marline in her arms, the grey tabby was in a better mood tonight, less hostile. Maybe it was the smell of Hermione that calmed her, Pansy could not blame her, that flowery smell that radiated off her was addicting to her as well.
She stroked Marline softly, eyeing the book she had borrowed across the room, wanting to read it but also feeling a bit empty being near a book but without Hermione. Her phone buzzed beside her and she smiled when she saw it was Draco and Blaise, calling her to see how she was going.
She quickly set Marline down, knowing she would be angry if Pansy was talking while she tried to sleep in her lap, the grey cat trotted off and out of Pansy's room.
Pansy accepted the call with the slide of her finger, Blaise and Draco's face illuminated the screen. Draco had white-blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes, pale skin. He was sitting somewhere in his fancy apartment; Pansy could see the expensive paintings in the background. Blaise was there too, his black fluffy hair, dark caramel skin, he must have been at his Aunt's house again because there was a familiar dog in the background, walking around. One dog that Marline particularly did not like the smell of and hissed at Pansy whenever she returned home from Blaise's Aunt's house.
"Hey Pans!" Draco said. "Hey guys," Pansy replied, placing her phone down. They usually would have met in person and spent the night out together, but Draco was currently in New York for work, he was due to come back in a week and a half to stay in London.
"How have you been Draco? How's New York?" Pansy asked, sitting back against her pillows, and listening as he talked. "It's beautiful here, there's so much food too. Its colourful, London's colourless grey streets couldn't compare to New York city at all." Draco boasted.
Blaise fake gasped, "I think the streets of London are pretty thank you very much." Pansy giggled a little, "I think they're all right."
"What about you Blaise?" Pansy asked, "How's your Aunts house?"
Blaise sighed, "This woman is mad, she drinks much too much wine I swear." Both Draco and Pansy laughed, "That sounds like her." Draco commented. Blaise shrugged, "There isn't many hot guys around here, not even any gingers. Pansy you know how I feel about gingers, they are hot!" Blaise whined. Pansy laughed, "I know Blaise, I know."
Draco scrunched up his face, "Gingers? Nah, darker hair like black gets me."
Pansy listened to them fight over the two colours for a moment before the words unconsciously slipped from her mouth, "Curly brunettes. Forget ginger and black."
The two boys fell silent. "Brunettes? Pansy you've never had a type- wait…" Blaise trailed off before he asked, "Pansy, have you met someone!?"
Pansy blushed, "What- no-"
"Do tell." Draco said, taking a sip of what appeared to be whine, "Best friends don't hide their crushes from each other." Pansy sighed, burying her face in her hands. "Fine, I met a girl."
Blaise and Draco practically screamed from the other end of the call. Pansy shook her head as if she didn't care, looking away to shoot her cat a 'can you believe these guys?' look.
"Well give us details, spill the tea." Blaise snapped and Draco nodded. Pansy smiled a little as the two listened carefully. "Well, her name is Hermione. Hermione Granger." Pansy said, sitting back to watch Draco and Blaise smile at each other, "That's such a cute name, oh my gosh."
"More details." Snapped Draco, clearly not satisfied. "She has dark brown, curly hair, which smells like flowers. She had big brown eyes, freckles, smooth tanned skin, she has a cute clothing style that consists of dresses and sweaters, and she has the cutest smile." Pansy said, "She works down the road from the coffee shop in a library."
"Oooh." Blaise said in interest. "She loves books, and she talks non-stop, its like its her last day on earth and she's trying to say as much as she can, and its mesmerising, her voice is so smooth and perfect- she's just perfect." Pansy ended.
"I like her." Blaise said. Pansy looked at Draco, "She sounds cute."
"Blaise, you can actually meet her tomorrow while you're doing your first shift at the coffee shop, I can ask her to come over that afternoon?"
Blaise nodded, "Yes! I get to meet her before you do, Draco!"
"Ah not fair!" Draco snapped. Pansy laughed.
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Hermione happily walked to work on Wednesday morning, she spent all night thinking about her possible new friendship with Pansy and she could not help but smile to herself at the thought of it may be developing into more…
Fine, Hermione had a little crush on Pansy, although they were barley friend's yet and there was still much more to know about her, she just could not help the butterflies that filled her at the thought of seeing Pansy this afternoon.
It was a rainy day, like it had been on Monday, Hermione made sure to bring her black denim jacket and umbrella this time, although it was hard to use in the crowded streets of London. She had worn her black skirt this time, along with a lavender colour sweater. Her hair was tied up into a bun messily, not bothered to put millions of products in her hair to keep it manageable enough to wear out. Plus, the moisture in the air from the rain would make it frizz up.
She opened the library doors, not surprised to find Rosemary already there at the service desk, coffee in hand.
Hermione walked up to her desk, waving at her to let her know she was starting her shift, "Did you get her name?" Rosemary asked, a mischievous smile on her lips. "The girl from the coffee shop?"
Hermione opened her mouth as a gasp slipped from her mouth, "How did you know it was her?"
"She looked like the girl you had described on Monday afternoon." Rosemary said, "Don't hold back, ask her out. You only meet special people like that once in a lifetime." The older woman said, "Now go help Cormac, the boy has been waiting for you since this morning."
Hermione nodded and walked away, dropping her bag off at her desk as she thought about what Rosemary said. You only meet special people like that once in a lifetime.
She had not wanted to creep Pansy out by asking for her number too soon, but how else was she supposed to get to know her if she did not talk to her or text her? She began putting away books with Cormac, ignoring what he said, all her thoughts where focused on Pansy.
Pansy. Her name was even hot, and Hermione found herself melting. She was everything Hermione could have dreamed of, sweet, a good listener, friendly, talkative, pretty…
Hermione found herself realising most of the time they had spent together she had talked about herself. That was her mission for this afternoon, learn some things about Pansy.
There was just something about her, making the blood in her veins pulse, her heart race and her breath become uneven. She even found herself thinking of some…inappropriate images at times. Pictures of them kissing crossed her mind and Hermione blushed, do not make it awkward between you, jeez.
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Pansy had a rough morning. She had begged her co-worker and manager, Jessica, to let her friend Blaise try out for a job at the café. Jessica had been reluctant at first, but Pansy had boasted that he was a fast learner and was always on time, Jessica caved in eventually.
"Bring him in today and give him a shot, see if he does well." Jessica said. Sure, there was still the interview and things of such, but they needed more employees, especially since Pansy was gone two days a week. Why? She had classes at University all day on Thursday and Friday.
She was still yet to learn what Hermione's shifts were too…Hermione. The sweet and pretty girl fogged her thoughts and Pansy tried not to smile as she remembered Hermione was dropping in this afternoon. She was eager to make a good impression, tell Hermione about herself…maybe get her phone number.
Pansy's thoughts were interrupted when the doorbells wrang at the front of the shop and Blaise walked in, nicely dressed. He was taller than Pansy, dark caramel skin, short curly black hair that was somewhat neat, his dark brown eyes spotted Pansy first. Jessica from beside her pipped up too, pushing her phone away. Pansy smiled, "That's him."
They both went around to the front of the counter, Pansy hugged him while Jessica shook hands with him. "Blaise this is the manager, my boss and co-worker, Jessica Monroe. Jess, this is Blaise Zabini."
Jessica pointed to the back of the café and into the storage room where her office was also contained, "Today I'm just gonna ask you some questions, get to know if your fit for the job. Then we'll get Pansy to show you how to operate some of the coffee machines."
Blaise nodded and followed Jessica towards the back, mouthing a quick 'thank you' to Pansy.
Blaise was a fast learner, once he and Jessica had chatted out the back, Pansy taught him how to operate the coffee machines and how to make basic drinks. Once Jessica was out of sight, Blaise turned to Pansy, "So when is this cute girl coming?" he asked.
"Later this afternoon when she finishes her shift." Pansy answered, wiping down the bench from Blaise's previous spills.
"You should give her your number or something, be something more then her cashier." Blaise said. Pansy sighed, "I know I just don't want to freak her out by giving it to her too soon."
Blaise frowned, "I've given my number to heaps of people the first time we met, and they weren't freaked out by it."
Pansy nodded, "I know, I know, I just don't want to mess this up. I have never felt this way about someone, never cared so much. She's different. She's special."
Blaise pouted at her, "Awh."
Pansy blinked as she realised what she said before she found herself blushing and shoving him, "Shut up!"
Blaise laughed as he easily shoved her back, "I think it's cute." Pansy stopped, "You think what's cute?" Pansy paused, "And if you say me, I will shove your head in the blender so fast-"
"This thing you have with this Hermione girl, I think you should ask her out." Blaise said, "You said she was special, special people are important." Pansy sighed, "You're too good with words. You should've been an English teacher."
Blaise shook his head, "Hell no, how am I supposed to find a ginger boyfriend being a teacher?" He scoffed. Pansy laughed, "Yeah okay."
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It was three-thirty, Hermione's lunch break just started, she was heading to the café to see Pansy.
She walked to the service desk in the library, giving Rosemary a wave, who was on a phone call, and walking off towards the big glass doors, pushing them open and walking out into the cold. Pansy had been right, on Wednesday afternoon it was very quiet, she could already tell from the lack of customers today, but the roads and pathways were almost empty.
She easily walked down the concrete pathway, her black sneakers clapped on the concrete as she walked, her book-bag swaying from around her shoulder beside her. She half wished she had worn her hair down; her neck was freezing now, and she pulled up the collar of her jacket as much as she could.
She approached the coffee shop, hoping it had heaters now that her hands had turned to ice. She walked up to the coffee shop, pushing the doors open and the bell jingled above her. Hermione walked inside to be met with blissful warmth, and she was surprised to find the place almost completely empty, except for Pansy and a guy standing at the counter.
Hermione's eyes met Pansy's eyes, and her stomach pooled with a warm fuzzy feeling, making butterflies come to life. "Hey." Pansy said in a warm and almost husky tone, making Hermione's stomach do flips, "Hi."
Hermione's hands scanned over Pansy and her outfit, she was wearing her usual black makeup.
The shyness of her voice made Pansy's heart melt and she smiled back, "Hey. This is my friend, Blaise. He works here now so you'll see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday." Blaise smiled at her and held his hand out, Hermione shook it politely, before she looked at both, pulling her wallet from her pocket, "A hot chocolate please, I almost freeze to death out there." Hermione said, Pansy nodded as she wrote it down and went to make the drink.
Blaise turned to Hermione, "Pardon this weird question but, you don't happen to have any ginger friends do you?" He asked.
"Blaise!" They heard Pansy snap from behind them. She scoffed at him, handing Hermione her hot chocolate, "What a great way to make a first impression."
Hermione frowned at the writing on her cup which looked almost gibberish, it read: 'une jolie boisson pour une jolie fille' (a pretty drink for a pretty girl)
Hermione laughed a little, "I do happen to have a ginger friend, though." She answered. Blaise looked interested and Pansy shook her head, "Leave her be, Blaise. God."
Hermione smiled as she took a sip of her drink, letting the hot liquid warm her mouth before swallowing it, feeling it warm her insides. "This is really good." Hermione commented, taking a sip.
Pansy watched her, her eyes skimming over her outfit and her messy hair, falling deeper in love. Hermione found herself looking at Pansy and their eyes met for a short moment, there was something so soft and pleasant in Hermione's eyes as if she were looking at something she liked. And indeed, she was.
Blaise looked between them, smirking slightly and Pansy blinked, turning away as she went to make herself a drink. "Do you think you could bring in this Ron Weasley, one time?" Blaise asked.
"I'll have to bring him down here one time." Hermione said. Blaise smiled and Pansy explained as she worked the coffee machine behind Blaise, Hermione watched. "Blaise has this thing for gingers, he thinks their hot." Hermione frowned a little. Blaise looked at Pansy, "At least my preference is more specific and closed, you said you like brunettes! There's millions of brunettes in the world." Hermione looked away from Pansy, blushing at the statement while Pansy death-glared Blaise.
"Did you manage to get time to read that book yet?" Hermione changed the subject.
"No." Pansy replied. Hermione frowned, "Why not?"
Because I was too busy thinking about you. "Because this idiot decided to call me almost all night." Pansy said, shooting a look at Blaise who smirked at Pansy, "We were discussing important matters." He hinted cheekily. Pansy shot him a warning look.
Hermione watched as Pansy made her coffee, watching her flutter those long lashes, running a hand through her short black hair. Her green eyes looking down, eyebrows knitted in concentration, teeth clenched, and lips slightly parted in frustration before she finally managed to pull the latch and get the coffee to pour out and into the mug, looking back up at Hermione. Hermione looked away quickly and checked her watch, "Damn it- I need to get back." She said, grabbing her hot chocolate. Pansy checked her phone for the time and realised her shift was over now.
Hermione was making her way to the door when Pansy called out, "Hermione?"
The curly-haired girl turned, eyebrows raised, and brown eyes set on hers. "My shift just finished; I was wondering if I could come back to the library with you?" Hermione nodded, "Sure."
Hermione waited outside while Pansy hung up her apron, "She's cute." Blaise confirmed, "I can see it between you two, she likes you." Pansy froze, blushing, "Whatever, Jess is in the back and like the terrible friend I am I'm going to leave you guys to clean up. See you on Tuesday." Pansy quickly hugged Blaise.
Pansy caught up with Hermione outside, and she agreed with Hermione quicky that it was in fact FREEZING. Her skin was crawling with goosebumps. Hermione nodded as the two began walking, "So who's this Ron Weasley that you're talking about?" Pansy asked.
Hermione smiled and began talking, brushing a curl behind her ear. Pansy felt at ease now, watching her talk so happily made her happy too. "Ron is my best-friend. He and I met Harry back in our first year of middle school, we've been friends ever since." Hermione said, "Harry is my other friend, he's always been popular at school because his parents died in a house fire, left a big nasty burn on his back. He's almost 'famous' for it in a way." Hermione explained.
Pansy looked mortified, "He's famous for his parent's deaths?"
Hermione frowned, "Well they were kind of famous, and very rich." Pansy crossed her arms, "What's the last name?"
"Potter. They were the Potter's." Hermione said and Pansy shook her head, "Nope. Never heard of them."
Hermione continued talking anyway, "Well, people either bullied him a lot for what happened, and for his scar or they loved him for it. So, he did not make many friends. That is when I met him in the first year of middle school, I was knew to the school and did not have any friends either, wanted nothing more than to be left alone, did not care about his money or fame. That's when we became friends."
"We met Ron the same day, being bullied by some boys on the football team, except he was being bullied because he didn't have money." Hermione said, "His family was rather poor. So, he became our friend too. And since then, it's been just the three of us."
Pansy frowned, "What's are they like?"
"Harry and Ron? Well Harry is crazy. Very bright and competitive, he is always doing dumb things. I watch and save his sorry arse if he gets in trouble. Ron is a different story. He is much more quiet, stubborn. He gets that from coming from a family of nine. He does not do well with talking to others, so he usually follows Harry and I, he's very sweet and funny when were alone though."
Pansy smiled, "They sound like fun."
"They are." Hermione said, "Tell me about your friends."
"Well, I have my friend Blaise back there," Pansy said, "I met him around the same time you met your friends, first year of middle school. I had this terrible personality back then; I was the biggest bully to kids like you. I sort of regret it, but I met Blaise and Draco, they told me to stop being a brat, pushed me into line. Eventually they helped me be a better person, we became friends after that." She said, fumbling with her jacket, "It's a bit of a bland story, nothing like yours."
Hermione shook her head, "Oh no, tell me more about them."
"Well Blaise is kind and fun, he likes going to parties and social events like that. My other friend Draco, he is a bit precious, cannot blame him though, he was stuck in a toxic household most of his life, taught and raised terribly by his parents. But he is funny and is practically my therapist, helps me get rid of old habits. He's a good friend."
Hermione seemed a bit interested in the last part but did not want to ask in case it was a touchy subject. They had reached the library now, Hermione was holding open the large glass doors for Pansy and they walked into the warmth, sighing in relief.
"Come on, I have to scan some books, we can chat some more." Hermione said, ushering her to the back of the library to her desk. Pansy took a seat at her desk on one of the wooden chairs that the library owned while Hermione stood at her desk, scanning books.
"Enough about our friends, I want to learn more about each other." Pansy said. Hermione turned to her, looking taken aback by the statement, "Ask questions about me?"
"Yes, and you can ask questions about me, whatever they may be. No judgment." Pansy said. "I'll start."
Hermione began picking up books one by one, scanning them and placing them on a separate pile.
"What's your favourite colour?" Pansy asked, watching Hermione closely, admiring her side profile as she blinked and bit her lip as if thinking. "That's the most basic question ever." Hermione smiled.
Pansy smiled, "Whatever, just answer it."
"Lavender." Hermione said, turning back to her pile of books. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Sage green." Pansy answered. She thought for a moment, "How long have you worked here for?"
Hermione typed a few letters on the computer in front of her, "I've worked here for two years now." She said, scanning another book and put it aside. Pansy frowned, "Wait, then how come I've never-"
"It's my turn to ask a question." Hermione said, "Are you a morning person or a night owl?"
"Night owl, im always sleeping in and staying up late." Pansy answered, "How come I've never seen you at the shop before then? I've worked there for about a year now."
Hermione seemed to tense up at the question, freezing in place, "I haven't had coffee in a long time." She answered, even those words took effort although they did not relate to the reason why at all. This plain answer made Pansy want to ask more questions about it. Buts he waited patiently for Hermione's question.
"What high school did you go to?" She asked. "I went to two schools, the first one was in primary school, my parents sent me off to a French boarding school called Beauxbatons, the rest was at a school called Durmstrang Institute." Pansy said, she felt that the reason behind the coffee question was a little too personal, so she skipped it completely.
"What's the deal with your bracelet?" She asked. Hermione's eyes flickered down to it, and then to meet Pansy's eyes, "Well it's true, I like girls. It wasn't completely necessary to wear I suppose, but my co-worker Cormac McLaggen keeps flirting with me, he's asked me out a bunch of times so I thought this would tell him to kindly back off, but it didn't." She laughed towards the end. "He's in charge of everyone's jobs so he makes sure im usually stuck with him all day."
"What's the deal with yours?" She returned the question. Pansy shrugged, "Saw the idea on Pinterest, also thought it was a good idea to let cute girls know that I was available." She looked at Hermione when she said this, and the curly-haired girl blushed and brushed a curl behind her ear.
"My turn. Are you with anyone right now?" Pansy asked, not looking at Hermione as if the answer to that question didn't matter, but she was a second away from possibly being heartbroken if Hermione was with another girl.
"Nope. I haven't dated anyone since high school." She answered. Pansy's eyes snapped back to her, "You're joking, right?" Pansy asked, "Someone as pretty and friendly as you is single?"
Hermione blushed at the compliment, "Dating wasn't my top priority." 'Wasn't'. Past tense. Does that mean it is now? "My turn, what are your shifts at the coffee shop? Do you work full time…or?"
Pansy could not help the butterflies in her stomach, she wants to know what days she can see me. Cute.
"I work on Monday and Tuesday nine till four-thirty, my shift finishes early on Wednesday at four. And on Thursday and Friday I go to University for class." She said, "My weekends are free." Hermione tried not to appear sad, I only get to see her three times a week.
"What shifts do you work?" She flipped the question on the brunette. "On Monday and Tuesday, I work same shifts as you. On Wednesday I work an extra hour, so I'll finish at five-thirty later. And Thursday is same as Monday and Tuesday." Hermione said, "My Fridays always have to be open in case my turn with Teddy changes." She said, scanning another book and tossing it onto a pile.
"Teddy? Who's Teddy?" Pansy asked, tilting her head a little in confusion. Hermione thought she looked cute when she did that.
"Well, he's technically my unrelated nephew." Hermione explained, "He was born in 1998 and his parents died in a car crash a few months later, they made us promise that if anything happened to them, we would take care of him."
"We? Who else does?" Pansy asked.
"Harry, Ron and I take turns, I take Teddy on Sunday, Ron takes him on Tuesday, Harry has him every other day." Hermione explained, "Harry and Ron only work twice a week, so they have plenty of time. We all refused to send Teddy to an Orphanage when we can spend time with him." Hermione smiled, "Plus with Ron's huge family Teddy has about…ten siblings."
Pansy raised an eyebrow, "Ten? How does that work?"
"Well Tonks, Teddy's mother, was a very good friend of Molly Weasley, who is Ron's mother. So, they class Teddy as a child of their own, and Ron has seven siblings, Bill, Fred, George, Charlie, Ginny, and Percy who all had kids. Their kids are all relatives to Teddy, so in total Teddy has ten siblings and seven aunts and uncles."
"Have you met all of these kids?" Pansy asked in interest, it was so interesting to hear about such a large family when she had grown up as an only child with a small family her whole life. It was just her, her mother and father and her grandmother. No one else.
"Yep." Hermione said. Pansy crossed her arms, "Do you remember all of their names?"
Hermione nodded, "Victorie, Dominique, Louis, Rose, Hugo, Molly the second, Lucy, Fred the second, Roxanne, James, Albus, Lily. And if you count the Lysanders, a close family friend, then we have Lorcan and Lysander. Of course they aren't all related, James, Albus and Lily were adopted by Ginny and Rose and Hugo were adopted by George, but they're all still family."
Pansy just looked at her in amazement, "Wow."
Hermione swiped her tongue over her lips, "My turn for a question, finally. Do you have any siblings?"
"Nope. Only child, born and raised." Pansy replied. "I have a question and I don't want it to come across in a rude or racist way but, can I ask what your nationality is?"
Hermione shrugged, "I get asked that all the time. My dad was south African, and my mother was British, so I'm a little mixed but I'm pretty white, so people usually can't tell." Pansy nodded, "Oh, can you speak any other languages?"
Hermione shook her head, "No, I never bothered to learn some- but I would love to learn French, it's such a beautiful language."
"I know some French." Pansy said shyly. Hermione made an 'o' with her mouth, "You do? That explains what you wrote on my cup! Well, tell me something in French?"
Pansy bit her lip as if thinking for a moment before she said, "Okay. Je pense que vous êtes mignon." (I think you are cute) She said it confidently, knowing Hermione had no idea what it meant.
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked. "A magician never reveals their secrets." Pansy said, smiling as Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're so nice, Pansy." She said sarcastically. Pansy only grinned.
"Are you a pineapple on pizza person?" Hermione asked.
Pansy made a fake vomit noise and gaged, "No! Pineapple on pizza is disgusting!"
Hermione gasped, "It's amazing! What's wrong with you?" Pansy shook her head and grimaced, "Fruit on pizza is just nasty."
"Whatever you say." Hermione smiled.
Pansy checked the time, "Ugh my mom wants me home soon, I have to go." Hermione put the book scanner down, "Okay, I'll walk with you outside."
Both continued their debate about pineapple pizza on their way out, making Rosemary smile,
Once they stepped out into the cold, under the coloured streetlights, cars drove past on the wet streets and they both shivered and Pansy turned to look at Hermione, "c'est là que nous nous s unsaisons, mon amour." (this is where we part, my love)
"God that sounds amazing when it comes from your mouth." Hermione gushed, making Pansy blush a deep red. "Thanks, my mother taught me well."
Hermione followed Pansy until they stopped at a big black motorcycle. Hermione blinked for a moment and watched agape as Pansy picked up the helmet in her arms. "I-I thought you owned a car?"
"And this bike. I only drive it when I feel like it." Pansy said. Hermione's face was red now, the sight of Pansy in her leather jacket and ripped jeans beside a black motorbike was just too much for her. God, that is hot.
Hermione quickly scolded herself and watched as Pansy pulled her bike's keys from her pocket, pushing them into the ignition, turning them and the bike came to life. The white lights at the front lighted up the road in front of them, while red lights shone from behind.
Hermione's breath hitched as she watched Pansy place one leg over the bike, sitting on the seat, the sight was amazing, Pansy's black hair was blowing in the wind and Hermione found herself blushing, mouth wide open.
Pansy turned to her and Hermione's jaws snapped close, Pansy smirked, taking mental notes to bring her bike to work more often.
"I'll see you on Monday then?" She asked. Hermione nodded, "Yeah. Bye!"
Pansy tried not to laugh at the way she childishly waved her hand, "See ya." She pulled her motorbike helmet on and Hermione stepped back as slowly she drove onto the main road, then sped away, leaving Hermione breathless.
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Hey! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.
I had the sudden urge to write Pansy on a motorbike because why not, ya know? I also added some fluff in this chapter and there will be many more Pansmione moments to come, do not worry. This chapter was more about explaining parts of Harry Potter series in a muggle AU, for example that Teddy's parents died in a car crash and that Gryffindor was a school sports house, all those background details.
Anyways, I hope you stick around, and I hope I see you next chapter :)