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Lay All Your Troubles Down
When Hermione gets back to the common room, Pansy walks up to her. "Draco told me about Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione winces before looking away. "Do you want to stay over again?"
The Slytherin girl blinks, "Yes."
When Hermione turns back, her eyes pierce the other girl. "Are you avoiding someone?"
Gulping, the girl nods.
"You won't be able to avoid them forever, but it will get easier."
The girl nods. "I know," she sighs as she looks down.
Hermione wraps her arm around the girl before leading her back to her quarters.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry about Crabbe and Goyle."
"Did you have anything to do with it?"
The girl shudders, "No."
"Then why are you sorry?"
Pansy looks down at her feet, "Because- what Harry said. I mean, I understand if you don't want to be seen with me."
"Don't worry about Harry," she rolls her eyes. "He is just jumping to conclusions, like he usually does."
"But doesn't he usually figure things out."
Hermione chuckles, "Only when the facts have had time to settle for a while. Or when it's bloody obvious. Or when someone else figures it out, and then tells him. Usually Dumbledore explained things to him." Her voice gets softer. "Or I did."
"But I get the impression, He isn't really talking to you."
Hermione's shoulders drop. "He isn't."
"Why?"
"Because I'm Head Girl."
"Wait...What?!"
"I'm Head Girl. I'm not in the Gryffindor dorms. Instead, I'm sharing a tower with a Slytherin, which amounts to sharing a tower with the enemy. I'm not giving them answers to homework, or in their search for...er...a way to defeat Voldemort. So they kicked me out of the Mystery Team."
"They kicked you out of what?"
"The Mystery Team. A group of kid detectives from a Muggle show."
"I don't know whether or not to be proud that they consider the Slytherins the enemy," she snorts. "Though it is kind of funny."
"Ron thinks that all the Death Eaters came from Slytherin. But only most of them did."
"Oh," she bites her lips. "We, Slytherins, do tend to be sneaky. And most of us are Purebloods." The raven-haired girl shudders. "Doesn't mean we have the same ideals. Just the same traits." She runs her fingers through her hair. "But you said Head Girl first."
"I did." Hermione sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Were they upset about that first?" Pansy looks over, studying Hermione's face.
Hermione glances away as a single tear falls down her face.
"Oh, Hermione." Panys wraps an arm around the girl. "Do you want me to kick their arses?"
Chuckling, Hermione leans her head onto Pansy's shoulder.
"They should be happy for you. Usually a Ravenclaw or Slytherin makes Head Girl. Not very many Gryffindors. "