First, thanks to everyone for their encouragement and both help and praise, especially to ScottOrKaze: "One of my favorite Pansy/Granger stories. The tension is killing me and I can't wait for each update. Totally fantastic, I'd love to read more :)". What more can I say to that? I just hope I can continue to live up to it. To bodsquad: I doubt Hermione can see it that way, though, as being caught at such is even more embarrassing for a supposedly straight girl than a man.

Pansy

Had I really just thought Granger was not that bad a girl, even being a mudblood and a know it all? All this time among non-Slytherins during classes had really made me soft. And now I was stuck with her in this goddamn potions project and I could not even tease her as this would have destroyed my original plan of being nice to her, which, after some time, she actually seemed to buy. But maybe a bit was still allowed, and the opportunity was just too good to pass out on. After all, it was the first time ever I had seen Hermione so distracted that she actually managed to fuck up a potion.

"The mighty Hermione Granger has failed a potion? Lost your ability, oh great one?", I asked her mockingly.

"Oh shut up Pansy", she mumbled huffily. "I was simply a bit distracted, that's all."

I gave her a sly grin. "Who is it?"

She blushed furiously at that question and averted her eyes. "No one", she said crossly, but her whole reaction betrayed her. I could not help but feel pleased with myself. While I had not made her love me with my letters and secret meetings (after all she had no idea I was the one behind this) it was obvious they affected her in some way. Maybe it was time to try go on to the next step soon and show myself, as long as she did not guess my identity until then, that was. I could see she was already trying to: she was eying my breasts. I knew she was doing this in order to find out who the author of the letters was, but yet again this was an opportunity I could not pass up on, especially as I was sure she would get all flustered and be incredibly embarrassed. After all, I simply loved to mess with people's minds.

"I never knew you swung that way, Hermione", I remarked off-handedly, but at the same time gauging her reaction carefully.

She blushed darkly at being caught, but got a grip on herself faster than I expected her to. "I… I don't know what you're talking about", she said hesitantly.

I smirked. "Oh, you do know very well what I am talking about", I hesitated for a moment, adding a dramatic pause. "You were staring at my tits."

"I was not!", she said, but too quickly, too determined to be believable. "Can we go back to studying now?", she snapped crossly, glaring at me. I simply grinned.

Hermione

Three days had gone by by now, and I had already made a list of girls that fit what I knew about my "secret admirer". The only problem was: The list was huge, and it grew with every day I looked around more. And it only included girls from inside Hogwarts, as I had decided that anybody else would have had to get a problem to just appear on the grounds. So I was not really further. What I knew was still way to vague. And now that I looked at girls a lot, there were already rumors spreading. Ginny talked to me that evening, asking me whether I wanted to tell her something. I told her about the last encounter with the mysterious stranger.

"Doesn't mean you have to stare at Parvati's chest every two minutes when being near her. I am not the only one who notices after all. And you should have crossed her out long ago, shouldn't you?" I blushed. Truth was, I was for some strange reason rather intrigued by some of the girl's figures. There was just something about them I had not noticed before. It was merely a curious interest, of course, but still. After another moment I realized something else that went along with this; people would not know the connection between my search and why I looked at other girls. They would jump into conclusions.

I groaned. I really did not want all of the school thinking I was lesbian when really I was not. But acting normal would put a stop to me achieving my goal of finding out who the writer was, and that was by now already a full blown challenge to me. Someone had dared to make me prove myself, and I was not going to just let that pass by. I had to somehow manage to be more discreet than I previously had been. I hesitated. I really did not want to hear the answer to my next question.

"But there haven't been that many who noticed, surely?", I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Hermione", she turned to me "Ron has noticed." It was not like she had to say anything more. He was not the most perceptive, after all.

"So everyone in the school thinks I'm lesbian now?" 'Come on', I urged my mind on 'You're Hermione Granger, since when do you care what others think?' But as much as I tried to convince myself I did not care, it still discouraged me.

H/P

As I had predicted, I received quite some stares over the next time. Some hostile, but most rather curious, and some girls, as I noticed with surprise, even blatantly checking me out. I tried to continue my operation secretly, and it turned out to actually be an advantage everyone assumed I was lesbian as I could mark some girls as more possible and cross out the ones being openly hostile towards me. But that did not mean I liked the looks some people gave me; neither the ones that were hostile (though I learned about some people they were pricks where I had never known before), nor did I like the lewd stares some girls gave me when no one else was looking, as they embarrassed me incredibly. I really wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, but right now that reputation was beneficial for me, so I would go along with it until I would find out who she was. At the moment all I could do was narrow down my suspects, and maybe hope for another clue from my "secret admirer" herself.

So I waited.