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Warnings: non-monogamy, male/male ships, female/female ships, male/female ships, smut, non-consent, and illusion of character death. (more will be added as needed as this is a WIP, and I don't want to surprise someone with a squick)

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Just One More

Pansy wakes up in Hermione's bed for the second time, not surprised to see the girl still sitting at her desk pouring over a book. A quill taps in even beats on the desk. How long can this girl go without sleeping? Can't ask this time. She'll just leave in a hurry yet again. Or worse?

"Hermione?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to go down to breakfast together?"

"Oh, what time is it?"

"O-fuck-a-clock in the morning."

"What?!"

"Sorry, I think it's bloody early." She looks down at her watch. "6 a.m."

"Do they have breakfast this early?"

Pansy shrugs, "We still have to get ready though. Amusing as going to class in pyjamas is...I don't think they'll let us."

Hermione blushes, "Um. Sure. Do you want to use the shower first?"

Pansy smirks, "Not finished with the chapter yet?"

Hermione's head snaps up. How did she know? Are her actions that predictable?"Maybe."

Pansy rolls her eyes, talking over her shoulder as she goes into the bathroom, "Just so you know. It doesn't take me that long to get ready."

The Way They Talk to You

Hermione finds herself leaving the dining hall alone. When Ron and Harry had seen her walk in with Pansy, they had promptly decided not to talk to her. The two quickly separate with a hug before heading to their House tables. Ron mutters something about 'consorting with the enemy,' and she rolls her eyes before grabbing a piece of bread and leaving. She didn't really feel like hanging around him at the moment. Really, he could stop singing the same tune. Why does he only want her when she's spending time with someone else? Why not when she is with him?She shakes her head.

There is still a little bit before class, so she decides to go back to the library. She would have some time to look at the reference books for a little bit.

She doesn't notice when Crabbe and Goyle round the corner until one of them trips her. Books sprawl over the floor. The thud of the books echoes down the hall.

"Filthy Mudblood," Goyle adds pushing her down.

She collapses on her hands and knees. Anger rises inside her. Anger warms her up. Anger gives her strength. She had thought Ron and Harry were the last two boys she wanted to see right now, but she was wrong.

Scurrying forward, she turns around to face her attackers. The two Slytherin boys look pretty smug with themselves as they advance towards her.

She doesn't back up. Doesn't back down as she pulls out her wand. She lets her anger build up around her. The air thickens. She isn't running.

The two boys don't look disappointed- only more eager. Crabbe sneers as he and Goyle get their wands ready. "What are you going to do now? "

Goyle imitates her voice, "Run and tell Potter."

Quietly, she casts a spell at both of them, sending their wands flying. They smirk in response. Not bothered by the lack of magic. They only move closer before Crabbe backhands her, "You insufferable..." A cut left on her cheek. The blood drips down, but she stands firm. She knows now why Crabbe wore that ring of his.

Goyle punches her as he finishes for his friend, "...little bitch." Blood squirts out of her nose, but she ignores it. Her nostrils flare. What the hell are they thinking? How the hell do they think they'll get away with this?

They're not getting away with this.

She feels something surge through her as the boys fly back against the wall. She uses her wand then to cast a body bind on both of them, before picking up their wands. She snaps the wands in half before tossing the pieces back at the two boys.

Her anger is still flaring as she turns around to see Malfoy. "What do you want?"

He stands there, mouth open, unable to talk.

"Are you going to go tattle on me now, Malfoy?" she intones mockingly.

He shakes his head looking a little puzzled, "They deserved it."

The two boys whine. Their eyes plead with Draco, before they turn and glare at Granger. She smirks in response.

With a wave of her wand, the books straighten themselves and fly over to her. She grabs them before turning on her heels, leaving a trail of tiny droplets blood as she goes.

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