A/N: Hi all! This chapter will suit that reviewer who commented that they wouldn't mind Hermione fooling around with Pansy while she was stuck in Azkaban :P Not to say that Pansy can definitely be trusted!
As always, my endgame is Fleurmione :)
Chapter 5.
Hermione awoke with a start, in a cold sweat at the nightmare she had been in the midst of. It seemed every time she shut her eyes she could see Lucius dying in a pool of his own blood.
She sat up, stretching, getting out of bed to begin her morning workout.
She was getting physically stronger, but she wished she could stop the nightmares. In the days since Lucius' stabbing, Hermione had felt even more on edge. She hadn't even thought that was possible.
Pansy, on the other hand, seemed to have earned some kind of status within the prison for taking down a ringleader of the Death Eaters. One morning an older Death Eater, Nott, even gifted Pansy and Hermione some fruit he had managed to get.
Hermione was doing some push ups when someone ran into her cell and kicked her hard in the ribs. Hermione fell to her side with a yelp, clutching her side.
"I know you were the bitch behind Parkinson stabbing Malfoy!" hissed the shrill voice of Alecto Carrow. She had become quite gaunt in her time at Azkaban but still packed quite a kick.
Hermione scrambled to her feet, dodging another hit from Alecto. Hermione shoved her hard before swinging a carefully aimed punch that connected with Alecto's jaw. She let out a wild scream as her brother Amycus Carrow burst in and tackled Hermione.
"You're gonna regret that, bitch!" Amycus shouted, pinning Hermione down to the ground. Hermione might be strong enough to fend off attackers now, but she still was no match for two against one.
"Back off Carrows," Pansy's voice rang out from the doorway.
Amycus paused, seeming to rethink whether or not he was going to stop or not. With a growl and a final shove, he reluctantly got off Hermione.
"You're lucky you have this attack dog to protect you," Alecto snarled, rubbing her jaw. Her and Amycus filed out of the cell as Pansy entered and helped Hermione to her feet.
"Sorry, I know you'd rather be independent," Pansy said sheepishly. Hermione hugged Pansy tightly.
"No… No, I appreciate you having my back in here," Hermione said with a sigh.
"I'll always have your back, Granger," Pansy said genuinely. Hermione loosened her grip on Pansy and leaned back, looking at the raven haired former Slytherin. She never ever thought that her and Pansy would share a moment like this.
Pansy leaned in slowly, cautiously, seeming to ask for permission. Hermione leaned in too and their lips collided. Hermione let herself get lost in the kiss, savouring the first proper feeling of softness and safety she had experienced since being locked up in Azkaban. She opened her mouth slightly and Pansy slipped her tongue into her mouth, the kiss becoming more passionate. Pansy pushed Hermione up against a wall, hard, moaning as she pressed up against Hermione's body.
Hermione looped her arms around Pansy's neck as Pansy kept her pressed against the wall, enjoying the feeling of Pansy making out with her so passionately.
Pansy drew back, taking a shaky breath.
"Um… Sorry, Granger," Pansy panted. Hermione kept her arms looped around Pansy's neck. Hermione felt a little out of breath too.
"Its… Its okay," Hermione said once again, surprising herself with her enjoyment. Pansy smiled, leaning in to kiss Hermione deeply again.
They kissed again, hands wandering curiously over each other's bodies and Pansy continuing to press Hermione against the wall with need.
Pansy broke the kiss again, out of breath.
"Shit… I have to stop now or I won't be able to," Pansy said shakily. She stepped back from Hermione, releasing her.
"That was… Not what I expected," Hermione admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, "Both times you've kissed me… Its been… Nice."
Pansy smirked, still a little out of breath and flushed.
"You know at Hogwarts I spent many an evening wondering about your sexuality," Pansy admitted, "I always got a bit of a vibe that you could be interested in women… But I was too chicken to ever find out."
Hermione furrowed her brow with confusion.
"Is that why you were such a dick to me at school?" Hermione asked. Pansy blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Yeah… I was kind of a dick to all the cute girls at Hogwarts," Pansy admitted, "It seemed safer than admitting I was actually attracted to them."
"Oh, Pansy," Hermione said with a small smile.
"Yeah," Pansy said, laughing at her awkward teenage self, "One time I saw Delacour bending over in a short skirt and I got so flustered I started an argument with her over Beauxbatons."
Hermione laughed.
"I imagine it wasn't hard to rile her up," Hermione laughed, "She has quite the ego when it comes to Beauxbatons… Well, and anything else to do with herself."
"Hmn, you seem quite annoyed by her too," Pansy said with a knowing smirk. Hermione shoved Pansy playfully.
"Fleur's awful," Hermione said with a frown, "She's proud, arrogant, rude…"
"Incredibly good looking, highly intelligent, talented…" Pansy interrupted. Hermione frowned further.
"I don't like her," Hermione said, crossing her arms. Pansy smirked further.
"You're adorable when you're defensive," Pansy giggled, "Admit it… You'd love it if Delacour sued the pants off you,"
"Shut up," Hermione said, smiling despite herself.
"You've admired her rebuttal," Pansy said with a wider grin. Hermione groaned.
"Okay, okay, enough weird sexual innuendo," Hermione said, waving her hands in defeat.
"You'd like to see her briefs," Pansy added. Hermione, mainly to shut the raven haired girl up, pulled Pansy in for another kiss. It proved an effective way to silence her.
They parted after a steamy couple of minutes, smiling at each other.
"So, how are things going apart from the Carrow siblings having a go at you?" Pansy asked. The smile faded off Hermione's face.
"Well… Harry and Ron are missing and I have yet to hear of an exact date for my bail hearing," Hermione said despondently. Pansy put an arm around her.
"Well, I'm sure we can think of something to take your mind off things," Pansy said, rubbing Hermione's back.
Hermione was shoved into the usual bleak room to meet with Fleur. Since Harry and Ron had gone missing, her visits had dropped off considerably. She still saw many of the Weasleys and occasionally Luna and Neville, but most weeks the only outsider she saw was Fleur.
Fleur had continued to bring her items to keep her occupied in prison, everything from playing cards to books to writing materials.
Hermione was still unsure what to make of Fleur. Fleur was a frequent fixture in her dreams, alarming Hermione further with how much she enjoyed ravishing Dream-Fleur. Thankfully, she had Pansy as an outlet for her sexual frustrations and also as a confidante for the many issues weighing heavily on her mind.
Fleur was leaning against the table as Hermione entered, looking as painfully beautiful and proud as usual. She stood up straight as Hermione entered the room, coming over to greet her with a gentle kiss on each cheek.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Fleur asked, looking concerned as she ran her eyes over Hermione. Her eyes locked onto Hermione's neck. She touched Hermione's neck softly with her slender fingers.
"I'm fine," Hermione shrugged. It was true, now Pansy was regularly seeing her, the Death Eaters had laid off bothering her.
"There's bruises here," Fleur said, her intense blue eyes still inspecting Hermione's neck. Hermione blushed suddenly with realisation.
"Oh… That… Those are just hickeys from a girl in here," Hermione admitted, feeling impossibly embarrassed. Fleur's eyes immediately flicked up to meet hers. Hermione could have sworn she detected a hint of a blush on Fleur's cheeks as well.
"A… A girl in here?" Fleur asked, her voice sounding a little strained, "Who?"
Hermione was inwardly conflicted about whether or not to tell Fleur. In the end she decided that Fleur was at least bound to keep their conversations confidential.
"Pansy Parkinson," Hermione said, feeling her face heat up a bit more, "She's actually been looking out for me a lot while I'm in here."
"Pansy Parkinson?!" Fleur exclaimed, her eyebrows raising, "Hermione, she is not to be trusted. She was involved heavily with the Death Eaters. She's in here for a murder."
"I can trust her," Hermione said with a frown. Fleur shook her head, stepping backwards. Infuriatingly, she still looked beautiful even when scowling in disapproval.
"You cannot," Fleur said coldly, shaking her head. Hermione sighed with exasperation.
"Fleur, I know your default setting is to judge the hell out of everyone," Hermione said waspishly, "But you have no idea how things operate in here. Pansy has my back. I can trust her."
"Hermione…" Fleur said warningly. But Hermione cut her off, stepping into her personal space and gripping her arm.
"Fleur, leave it be," Hermione barked. Again, there was a strange flicker in Fleur's eyes. Fleur paused for a moment before nodding reluctantly.
"So…" Fleur said in a voice that sounded almost unsteady, "Erm… Anyway… I have good news and bad news about your bail hearing."
"Really?" Hermione said, her eyes widening, "Progress?"
"I have a date locked in for next week," Fleur said, biting her lip, "I managed to secure a last minute slot."
"And the bad news?" Hermione asked. Fleur looked down, appearing pained.
"The new head of the Wizengamot is Dolores Umbridge," Fleur said darkly. Hermione felt her face drain of colour.
"She… what? Umbridge?! How?!" Hermione exclaimed. Fleur shook her head.
"We don't know… All we know is that there are dark things afoot," Fleur replied, "You need to be extremely careful about who you trust, Hermione."
"I will," Hermione promised. Fleur put her hand on her shoulder and Hermione had an awkward flashback to her graphic dreams of the blonde.
"I am serious, Hermione," Fleur said sternly, "You need to avoid getting into any trouble before your trial or your chance at bail will be completely ruined."