Pansy
Soon after, the potions project ended, which really was kind of a problem, as it had been my reason to meet up with Hermione, and vice-versa. We had already agreed on meeting still further down the line, but, as we just as well did not want anybody to know about our friendship due to the usual complications any contact between Gryffindors and Slytherins brought with it, we had agreed to meeting up after curfew, as we both were prefects and were supposed to be outside our dorms and out in the hallways.
Or maybe I had rather wanted to meet her there because of the prospect to drag her into some dark corner at night and snog her senseless? I quickly shrugged the thought off. Thoughts like that one had been circling through my brain a lot over the last few weeks. I had not been exactly shocked, but definitely taken aback by this realization. I liked her, maybe a little bit more than I should as a friend. I had always thought of myself as straight, and my family would most likely disown me for both being a lesbian and liking a mudblood if they knew, but honestly that prospect left me totally unfazed. I had been losing touch with my family for years now as they were really fascinated by Voldemort whereas I had merely supported him whenever it would have hurt me or someone else had I not, so severing the last few strings was not that much of a problem for me.
That did not mean, though, that I wanted to tell her I fancied her. I had most likely destroyed all of my chances in before by meddling with her mind so much, so I had my hopes not too high, and I did not want to destroy my friendship with her. Now I felt slightly at a loss what to do now that we would meet up in the hallways in the dark. I could try to act like nothing was up, but I was not very good at that (pathetic for a Slytherin, I know). I certainly did not want to tell the truth. Maybe I could hint a little bit?
H/P
I walked down the hallways on my usual patrol through Hogwarts. I had told Hermione I would be on my typical route, so, as we had agreed to me up at 11 o'clock, she should be here any moment now. Of course, it could be something had come in her way, but I doubted that.
Just as predicted Hermione showed up a couple of minutes later. But she seemed dazed as she walked towards me, as if she had taken drugs or been charmed or something. Odd.
Ginny
When Hermione had ceased to talk about her love life altogether and given me only half cooked answers when I asked her about it, I was sure something was up. That was exactly why I was walking down the hallway under the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak in the middle of the night, following my friend. I really wanted to know where she would go now. Whatever the result, it would certainly be a lot better than having her simply mope around thinking about some crush all day. Which was just the reason why I had put something in her drink at dinner this evening.
Okay, so I was not totally sure what the effects of a combination of a love potion and veritaserum would be, but I knew from George ( who had been all ears for my plan) that it indeed made someone run to someone they truly loved and get all mushy. Or as he had liked to add, all down and dirty. That was an idea that did not appeal too much to me, but that was why I was following her. And my goddamn curiosity.
Pansy
I could hardly utter a word before Hermione's lips came crushing down on mine. She was kissing me! Why on earth was she kissing me? I tried not to elaborate the thought any further, but instead began responding to her immediately. If I had thought it would feel good to kiss her, that was nothing compared to the real thing. Other than before where she had been unawares and not sure who I was, now she was kissing me with a fire I had thought impossible to burn inside the normally sensible brunette. It took me no time to get aroused and I would most certainly have continued this further, had not a strangled gasp that was neither mine nor Hermione's brought me back into reality.
Sad as it was, reality consisted of the fact that Hermione was most likely influenced in some way of another, though I wanted to believe otherwise. Breaking the kiss even against the muffled protest from Hermione, I called out into the room:
"Accio invisibility cloak."
It was the only way whoever was out there could have stayed hidden. The fabric came sailing over to me, revealing the youngest Weasley to me. She looked over at me in complete and utter shock.
"As much as I enjoy this, do you have any idea whatsoever to turn Hermione back to normal?", I asked her dryly, repressing a hiss as Hermione's hand started to squeeze my left breast. "Hands off, girl", I told her in a stern voice, hoping she would get the hint. Hermione pouted slightly, but let go. I let out a sigh of relief that she let go, because I honestly did not know whether I would have been able to control myself had she simply continued what she was doing.
"Now, care to enlighten me why Hermione suddenly tries to ravish me?", I asked Weasley, not very kindly, but I could not say I was delighted somebody messed with her head like this (other than me).
"Just… just a little love potion combined with veritaserum", she answered with a slight stutter.
"Come on, Pansy, stop talking", Hermione whined. Then, dropping her voice to a low, seductive tone, she added: "We could do so much more", while dragging her nails down my back. This time I could not suppress a shiver running down the length of my spine.
"You're sure it was not a lust potion?", I asked Weasley, before I realized something. "You asked that brother of you, George, didn't you?" I already knew the answer.
"Yes. I used a potion named sitis maxima." I groaned. With my knowledge of Latin I could easily translate it into 'greatest lust'. Plus, I knew that potion. I knew that there were two options to end the effect the potion had on Hermione. One was a complex antidote I could only hope the school had in store as it needed some time to brew. The other option was to simply let her have her way, but that was something I most certainly would not do.
"Get Slughorn", I told Weasley.
"But if I do, I will get detention." Now that was the last of my worries.
"Get him. Or to you want her to do something she'll most likely regret the next day?" I hissed, this time audibly, as Hermione drove her leg between mine. It was getting increasingly harder to resist. "Don't, Hermione." I almost pleaded. Finally seeing the risks of the situation, Weasley ran off to wake Slughorn, leaving me and Hermione behind.
"I want you, Pansy", she said in a breathless whisper.
"Not now, later", I promised her trying to reassure her and make her keep her hands to herself. Did Weasley really say she had added veritaserum to the mix? I felt a sudden rush of longing surge through my veins and all I could do was tell myself over and over that I did not know whether she really wanted to act upon her wants and that if so, she would most certainly not want to have her first time all drugged. Still it was getting increasingly harder, and I really hoped that Weasley and Slughorn would finally appear.