Chapter 4

Hello Readers! In this Chapter you'll get a bit of Pansy's side of the story.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.

(Saturday November 2nd)

There were a few new stores added at Hogsmeade. One of them sold beautiful dresses for all occasions with accessories, shoes, purses. Anything a witch would want to have a nice night out or for a fun party or a ball. In the back of a store, behind a curtain, there was a lingerie section which had become very popular with the girls in their seventh and eighth years

Blaise Zabini was walking by when he saw a flash of red hair. Blaise figured it was Ginny. Thinking that maybe the Head Girl was there, Blaise went into say hello. He walked in and saw Ginny Weasley standing in front of a mirror with three different dresses. A blue halter style skater dress, a red bodycon dress that fell just above the knee, and a yellow wrap dress. The redhead had a funny expression. The dresses were lovely, but they were a bit plain. Harry was taking her on a date next weekend. He had gotten special permission from Professor McGonagall to take her off the grounds, so Ginny was thrilled.

"I suggest a nice green…emerald would be prettiest. It's a sin to have red hair and not wear green," Blaise smirked. Ginny rolled her eyes. The raven-haired wizard and the redhead had become more comfortable around each other since Blaise was always at the Heads Dorms whenever Ginny visited Hermione.

"You would suggest green," Ginny teased. "But I am too proud a Gryffindor to wear green." Blaise jokingly pretended to look offended, placing his hand to his heart and sighing.

"So, is tweedle-dee here?" Blaise asked, looking around for a head of soft chestnut curls. Ginny knew he meant Hermione.

"If Hermione is tweedle-dee, then that makes me tweedle-dumb," Ginny wrinkled her nose.

"Oh, you're very clever, aren't you?" Blaise teased, as her poked Ginny's nose with his finger.

"No, she's not here," Ginny said swatting his hand away. "Busy with something or other."

"Shopping alone then?" Blaise inquired. "What's the occasion?"

"Date night with Harry," Ginny replied, putting the three dresses back and looking at some different ones.

"Ah, yes. Draco's first love," Blaise laughed at Ginny's shocked expression.

"Really?" Ginny half whispered, taken aback. Then thought for a moment about how Draco used to chase Harry around, taunting him, vying for his attention before agreeing, "Yeah, I can see that."

"So green is definitely out?" Blaise said, watching the self-spinning rack before picking out a dress Ginny couldn't see.

"Well," Ginny said, walking over to Blaise with a curious look. "What did you have in mind?" Ginny's eyes widened as Blaise showed her an emerald green strapless dress that fanned out over the hips. Over the dress was a dark green lace cover that wrapped around the arms falling to the middle of the forearms. It was beautiful and quite sexy.

"I think that for just this once, I will wear green," Ginny smiled, as she grabbed the dress and began walking quickly to the dressing room. Blaise picked out some green pumps and black pumps and looked at some coats before going into the fitting room.

"Oh, Sweet Circe! You look stunning," Blaise's eyes widened as he walked into Ginny's stall.

"Are you really supposed to be in here?" Ginny asked playfully, twirling for him.

"Relax. It's just me," Blaise moved towards Ginny with the black pumps in his right hand and the green in his left, over his arm was the coat. "I guessed a seven maybe seven and a half." Blaise said holding up the pumps.

"You're brilliant," Ginny said. "But I can't afford…."

"Ah, ah, ah," Blaise said, waving his finger at her. "I'll get it."

"Now why would you do that?" Ginny asked with an eyebrow arched. Nobody gave something for nothing in return.

"Well, you see I have always wanted a little sister to spoil, but mother stopped at perfection," Blaise pointing to himself, and Ginny smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Plus," Blaise said, pausing for a moment. "I want to know your thoughts on the situation arising between the Head Girl and the Slytherin Brute."

"Goyle?" Ginny said and Blaise nodded. "Well, Hermione mentioned she was tutoring him."

"In what?" Blaise asked, turning around when Ginny twirled her finger, signaling she was about to change.

"School subjects," Ginny said in an obvious tone, and started to remove the dress. "You know Transfiguration, Arith…"

"But nothing," Blaise put the dress on a hanger. "Physical?'

"Hermione?" Ginny laughed while pulling her jeans on; knowing that Hermione was a virgin.

"Well, you must notice the heat between them." Blaise said.

"Everyone does," Ginny scoffed. "It's just rumors." No matter what, the rumor mill always churns out new rumors. Goyle and Hermione were one of many. It was puzzling why they would be seen studying together, conversing together, smiling at each other. Merlin, had there been a bit of truth there? Ginny thought, her eyes widening as she looked at Blaise.

"Exactly, but you and me" Blaise said, pointed at her and then at himself "We're on the inside."

"And?" Ginny asked with a blank stare, as she pulled her jumper over her head.

"Greg confessed to me that he has a crush on her. Has Hermione said anything to you?" Blaise asked, lying about the confession bit, but wanting Ginny's help.

"No. She hasn't," Ginny admitted, pulling her hair in a ponytail. "He really said that he has a crush on her?"

"Yes, he's an honest bloke," Blaise shrugged, grabbing the coat and green pumps. When they arrived at the register, Blaise paid for everything including the dress. Ginny was a bit taken aback and suggested that she buy him lunch at the Three Broomsticks.

After some Butterbeer and a couple sandwiches, Ginny and Blaise had decided that Hermione and Greg would be good for each other. They had formed a plan to get the pair together while having a little fun of their own. They clinked Butterbeer glasses before going back to the castle.

….

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff was tomorrow. Slytherin had already played Ravenclaw and won. Gryffindor had beaten them as well. Despite what Padma Patil thought, Ravenclaw had no talent this year. Everyone was waiting for the Gryffindor-Slytherin game, but the threat of snow might keep everyone waiting until spring. After practice and freshly showered, Greg was standing by the broom shed on the side of the pitch, trying to convince Hermione to fly.

"No, no, no," Hermione was shaking her head while moving away from the brooms. Ginny, Harry, Ron and almost everyone else had tried to convince her to learn to fly. Or rather conquer her fear of heights.

"You're tutoring me in Transfiguration, Potions, and Arithmancy. The least I can do is teach you how to fly," Greg offered, reaching for her hand.

"But, Greg, you're smart and capable of learning those subjects," Hermione said, noticing how Greg blushed when she called him smart. "I can't do this." Hermione admitted, somewhat ashamed to admit that she was incapable of flying.

"Of course, you can." Greg said confidently. Greg wanted Hermione to feel that she could do anything she set her mind to.

"What if I fall?" Hermione admitted, disappointed when Greg left to summon a broom. He straddled it and reached out his hand.

"I would never let you fall, Hermione," Greg said firmly. Reluctantly, Hermione walked towards him.

"What position do you want me in?" Hermione asked, speaking about how she should sit on the broom. However, Greg flushed for a moment, his thoughts becoming a bit dirtier. Hermione looking at him with a puzzled expression, did she say something wrong?

"In front of me, face forward and just straddle the broom," Greg replied, watching her take a deep breath. Greg had charmed the broom so that Hermione would feel like she was sitting on a pillow.

Hermione quickly pulled out a hair tie and moved her hair to one side before straddling the broom. It wouldn't help if Greg became blinded by her curly mane and crashed. Thanking Merlin, she decided to wear jeans today. Greg noticed she sat up rigidly straight. Greg slid forward reaching his right hand to grip the broom in front of her.

Greg placed a firm yet gentle hand on her stomach, pulling her back to his chest. Greg pressed his lips to the shell of Hermione's ear and whispered, "Relax. I've got you." Her vanilla perfume floated around him. She was so close. Her soft curvy figure pressed back into the hardness of his chest. Greg could kiss the sensitive skin of her neck and whisper in exactly which position he wanted her in. But he didn't instead he found he was willing himself not to get an erection. Greg felt her shiver and hoped that she felt the electricity between them. That the heat between them wasn't something concocted in his imagination.

Hermione felt a shiver run though her. With Greg's lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her ear, Hermione could feel a dampening in her knickers. No one had ever made her feel this safe on a broom. Or this aroused. Being pressed against Greg like this was so intimate. He was holding her gently yet securely.

Hermione felt a tiny flip in her stomach when Greg kicked off the ground. She squeezed her eyes closed, clutching at Greg's hand on her stomach and intertwining their fingers, their palms resting against each other. Hermione placed her right hand under Greg's arm grasping right bicep. Hermione felt the pure muscle under her soft hands. She couldn't open her eyes just yet, terrified of looking down.

Hermione's small hand held a death grip on his own hand. Her knuckles were white, and she was breathing a bit rapidly, but she hadn't screamed yet. Greg flew them around the Quidditch pitch slowly once and now was about to land. Hoping that he could convince Hermione to open her eyes if she wanted to go a second time around. Hermione felt a soft thud and felt Greg let go of the broom in front of him.

"That wasn't so bad," she admitted, opening her eyes. Greg slid back a bit and Hermione noticed the loss of his heat, letting go of his hand reluctantly.

"Bloody Hell, Granger, you've got a strong grip," Greg laughed, opening and closing his hand a few times.

"Did I hurt you?" Hermione turned, her concerned face inches from his, noses could almost bump. She noticed how soft his lips were and his on his upper lip was a tiny scar. Hermione wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

"Of course not," Greg smirked, and Hermione turned her head quickly, facing forward. She wanted Greg to hold her again, to feel his large, rough hand in hers once more. Hermione really wanted nothing more than to hop off the broom and run away. But she also wanted to fly again, if only for Greg to hold her tightly, once more.

"Can we go again?" Hermione asked, softly waiting for him for wrap his arms around her. "I'll try and keep my eyes open this time," she reasoned.

Greg slid forward once more, gripping the broom with his right hand. Hermione relaxed against his chest. Greg placed his hand around her waist, pulling her just a bit closer. Hermione gripped Greg's hand again as he kicked up from the ground. She willed herself to keep her eyes open but let out a little shriek. Greg pulled Hermione tighter against his chest, pressing his lips against her the shell of her ear once more.

"You're safe with me. Just enjoy it," Greg whispered. Hermione relaxed a bit more, looking around. She saw the trees of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. It really was beautiful. She could see how people would enjoy this, at least when a Quaffle wasn't flying their way. Greg and Hermione were cheek to cheek. She felt the stubble on his jaw pressing against the soft curve of hers. Her chest rising and falling less rapidly than before. Greg could almost feel how fast her heart was beating. Hermione's hand was still securely in his. Greg went around two times then deciding that was enough for today, feet hitting the ground with a soft thud.

"You were brilliant," Greg said softly, not wanting to pull away, but knowing it would seem strange if he didn't. Hermione reluctantly let go of his hand once more. When she felt him pull away, a longing entered her body.

"It was all you, Greg," Hermione said, exhaling. "My legs feel like jello. I feel exhausted and exhilarated at the same time." Hermione gave a soft giggle.

"Flying will do that to you," Greg smiled, moving off the broom. "May I?" He asked as he extended his arms to her waist.

"Yes," Hermione said, barely of above a whisper while placing arms around his shoulders. Greg lifted her from the broom as if she weighed nothing, placing her softly on the ground. Hermione pulled her hands from his neck, slowly bringing them down his shoulders and arms. Merlin, he was so close. She could stand her tip toes and kiss him. Hermione's eyes moved to his lips.

Greg hadn't moved his hands from her waist yet. When Greg felt her hands slowly slide down his forearms, he let go, hoping to meet her small hands and hold them again. Hermione's eyes dropped to his lips and Greg was about to lean in when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted. The red head running happily towards the pair with her bags in hand. "You flew!"

Unknown to the couple Ginny had watched the whole scene after Blaise had gone back to the Dungeons. Surprised Hermione flew, but also noticing the electricity between them. Sweet Circe, Zabini had been right, Ginny thought. Greg and Hermione both put some space between them. Hermione felt a bit embarrassed, about to snog her study partner on the quidditch pitch but smiled as Ginny hugged her.

Greg thought about how he had almost kissed Hermione. If it weren't for the Weasley girl, Greg thought. Still maybe it was good that his first kiss with Hermione wasn't in front of an audience. He noticed a few different students gaping at them from the stands and round the pitch.

"Good for you, Goyle," Ginny punched his arm playfully and pointed at Hermione. "I couldn't get this one on a broom if I begged and I have." Ginny teased Hermione while winking at Greg

"Well you expected me to fly all by myself," Hermione blushed, slightly embarrassed.

Hermione watched as Ginny began talking to Greg about the game tomorrow. Hermione was happy they were becoming friendly. It helped with house unity. Hermione listened as Greg and Ginny discussed that Hufflepuff might have a chance this year. Hermione had also figured that Harry and Ron wouldn't take too kindly to her friendship with Greg. Was that what this was? Hermione asked herself. Friendship? Merlin, Hermione had been thinking naughty thoughts about Greg for a while now. Either way, Ginny could help them understand that Greg's a good guy.

"Well," Ginny sighed. "Mind if I steal her away?" Ginny asked, sliding her arm into Hemiones. Goyle shook his head, walking off.

"Bye," Hermione said with a little smile.

"I'll see you both tomorrow," Greg smiled, walking back to the broom shed.

Once Greg was out of earshot, Ginny began to press her friend for details.

"So, you and Goyle? You never said," Ginny questioned softly, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I did, Gin. I told you I'm tutoring him," Hermione declared honestly. Ginny had noticed the looks Hermione and Greg gave each other in the hall and in classes. Hermione had mentioned tutoring Greg, but now Ginny could see, without a doubt, that a romance was blossoming.

"That didn't look like tutoring," Ginny teased. "Merlin when he lifted you off the broom, I thought for sure you two would run off and start shagging."

"GINNY!" Hermione shouted, eyes widening as Ginny giggled. Hermione gave her friend an innocent look, but it was true. Hermione couldn't deny it anymore, especially not after today. Hermione wanted Greg physically, but the questions remained: Did she just want a shag or more? Did Greg even want her? If Greg did, did only just want her physically?

"So Zabini and I were thinking about throwing a party," Ginny mentioned casually. "For house unity, of course."

"Is that so?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Hermione had mentioned the idea of a Halloween dance to McGonagall. Understandably, there were not enough galleons in the school's budget this year. When Blaise overheard Hermione's idea, well, he never needed an excuse to throw a party. Obviously, he shared the idea with Ginny at some point. It was past Halloween, but Blaise and Ginny wouldn't let that stop them.

"Yes," Ginny continued, "Between a select group of students. Some from Gryffindor, a few from Slytherin, one or two from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

"Does Draco know?" Hermione asked, happy at how close Blaise and Ginny have become. It was great for House Unity, but also for Harry and Ron. Harry had been good, but Ron still needed a bit of help getting over some grudges about Draco.

"Of course," Ginny said. "However, Blaise and I are trying to think of a good venue since Draco and, I'm assuming, you would be opposed to the Heads Common."

"Yes. I'm very much opposed." Hermione admitted. It was not that she hated parties, but Ginny's parties tended to get a little crazy. With all the fire whiskeys in their system, people get handsy and she didn't want strangers shagging in her bed. Or worse one of her friends. Hermione shuddered at the very thought.

"Anyways. Anyone you'd like to invite?" Ginny winked.

"This is all some scheme, isn't it?" Hermione asked plainly, walking into the Heads Common room with Ginny. "To get me and Greg together?" Hermione whispered, unsure of where Blaise and Draco were.

"Of course not. Parties are always just for fun," Ginny grinned coyly. She would not reveal anything. Ginny and Blaise had sworn each other to secrecy at the Three Broomsticks.

…

Greg was walked into his bedroom with a smile on his face. The smile faded when Greg noticed Pansy sitting on his bed.

"I don't know where Draco is," Greg admitted, stepping aside to show Pansy the way out. "Frankly, it doesn't matter anymore."

"No," Pansy said, standing and reaching for Greg. "I want you."

Greg looked at her with a puzzled expression. Clearly this wasn't about Draco and it was rare that Pansy came to him without inquiring about Draco. Although, it seemed that Pansy had been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"You know what I mean," Pansy said, eyes filled with desire. Pansy tugged on his large hand, trying to pull him towards her.

Merlin give me strength, Greg thought as he followed her into the classroom, he didn't want to get roped into a physical relationship with Pansy. Greg was becoming happier spending time with Hermione, happier than he had been in a while. There was potential there (for Merlin's sake, he had almost kissed her!) and he didn't want to fuck it up by sleeping with Pansy. Millie never minded, but Greg was positive that Hermione would disapprove. Besides Greg wanted something serious with Hermione, not just a casual fling. Millie was a bit of a commitment-phobe. Greg thought he'd try to let Pansy down easy. Pansy had been looking like she was ready to collapse these past two months.

Pansy hopped up on the desk, crooking her finger at Greg. Trying not to think about Draco. From a young age, Pansy Parkinson believed she would marry Draco Malfoy. Half of that belief was instilled in her by her mother; the other half was because Draco was so attractive. Pansy wanted him, so she followed him around. Demanding his attention by insulting and tormenting those Draco hated. She was always ready pleased him with her hands or mouth and allowed him to fuck her anytime he wanted. Then Draco began retreating and no one knew why. When Pansy realized Daphne was trying to get information about Draco by sleeping with those closest to him, Pansy tried that too. Sometimes Crabbe was loose lipped when Pansy would go down on him. Theo would drop tiny hints about Draco's location. However, Greg never said anything.

The first time Pansy slept with Greg; she was taken aback. He was so sweet and gentle. Crabbe would squeeze her tits till bruises formed while spanking her. Theo had once called her by that skank, Lavender Brown's name. Draco had become more distracted and would barely look her in the eye. Greg would caress her softly and hold her as if he was worried, she would break. Eager to please her, instead of the other way around. Pansy helped Greg learn how his fingers, his mouth and his long, thick cock could bring her pleasure, leave her begging and reach places, Draco never did. Simply because Draco was quick, uncaring. Crabbe would only take her from behind like an animal. Greg would use any position she asked for.

When the truth came out after Lucius death that Draco was gay, Pansy was heartbroken. Her whole life she believed in a lie. Now coming back to Hogwarts, having to see Draco every day with Blaise, it was at times unbearable. Pansy craved intimacy, she wanted to feel wanted. Greg had made Pansy feel wanted. She knew that he preferred that cow, Millicent. Greg had seemed so sad until recently. Could Greg make her happy? Pansy didn't need a relationship right now, just a brief escape from loneliness. Pansy began to unbutton her shirt and spread her legs, slowly revealing lacy green bra and knickers.

"No. Pansy," Greg said, averting his eyes. Trying to remind himself: he could deal with his arousal on his own.

Pansy wasn't stupid. She could smell that vanilla perfume. She'd seen them in the library and in class. Students had been gossiping about the mismatched pair. Greg wanted the Head Girl. Pansy couldn't help it as tears started to fall.

Oh, fuck, Greg thought. He didn't want to make her to cry. Greg understood that Pansy was a pureblood princess raised to be a pureblood wife, like his mother. Pansy always expected she would marry Draco. Greg didn't know what to say to make her feel better. Pansy had been shuffling around depressed, unaware that there were still a lot of guys asking about her. Not only in Slytherin, either.

"You know, Pansy," Greg started, not wanting to get to close to her. He didn't want Pansy to misinterpret his actions. "There are plenty of other fish in the sea." Pansy kept crying.

"Just the other day, Neville Longbottom asked me about you. Anthony Goldstein, …Errr," Greg was trying to think of more names when he saw Pansy look up.

"Really?" Pansy asked disbelievingly, brow furrowed.

"Yes," Greg nodded. "But maybe you should forget about Draco first and focus on yourself for a little while."

Pansy began wiping her eyes and hopped off the desk. She couldn't believe she lost it in front of Greg, but he was being really nice about it. Pansy gave Greg a quick and somewhat awkward hug. Greg had always been good to her.

"The mud…" Pansy stammered, stopping herself. Unfortunately, old habits die hard. "Granger wants you," Pansy said, wanting to help him. Pansy started walking towards the door. Greg smiled a little. Has it been so obvious, yet I'm was missing it? He thought

"Really?" Greg asked, following her out of his room. Pansy turned and gave Greg a funny look.

"Haven't you noticed," Pansy said, furrowing her brow. "at your little study dates the way she looks at you?" Pansy laughed at Greg's stunned expression. "It's like she's in heat."

Greg took a step back thinking, So it's not all in my head. Pansy noticed his shocked expression and felt bad for Greg. He had no confidence when it came to girls. Because of you and Greengrass, a mean, accusatory little voice in Pansy's head screamed.

"Greg, you're a really good guy," Pansy began, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You're very sweet and you're very attractive. Granger will be lucky to have you." Pansy began to walk towards the common room after seeing Greg smile. Her ego a bit bruised, but Greg was right. It was time to get over Draco.

"Thanks, Pansy," Greg waved at her, walking back into his room.

Greg smiled to himself. Hermione wants me, he thought. Merlin knows I want her. But, how do I? Greg had begun thinking of ways to bring up his feelings to Hermione when Theo walked into Greg's room.

"Hey, Blaise wants us to meet him in his room," Theo said, and Greg followed him.