Pansy

I had been in a good mood since my detention had, unlike Hermione's, been dealt out by Slytherin's head of house, and Slughorn had had a soft spot for me since that episode with that lust potion. I still do not get why he had kept something like that to himself, seeing he was usually quite talkative, but he did. Due to this, my task had only been to check whether everything was in order in the potion's classroom, something that I was quite sure he had done himself just shortly ago and that thus was done in half an hour.

My mood got even better when I encountered a crying Ron Weasley storming past me. Rationally, I knew that me delighting in his tears was cruel and malicious, but I could not bring myself to feel guilty for it. I had not been the cause of his sadness and I would not have tried to be mean to him either as I knew my girlfriend still loved him as a friend, but he also was her ex and had accused me of manipulating 'Mione into liking me just to hurt her afterwards. Okay, so maybe I had tried to do that one earlier this year. But she was my girl, and he had hurt her and was yet interested in her, so I was allowed a bit of resentment, was I not?

The feeling of elation passed, however, when I had already waited on Hermione for half an hour in the library where we had said we would meet today. I could not believe that she would really stand me up. I guessed it was true what they said, that once a love seemed secured, nobody really bothered to make an effort anymore. But not with me.

Fuming I went to the Gryffindor common room, fully intent on giving my girlfriend a dressing down like she had never had one before, then ignoring her for at least a week until she came crawling back to me, begging for forgiveness. The fat lady had grown accustomed to me over the last few days and did not say a thing as I told her the password, but let me in despite me being a Slytherin. But when I entered the common room, Hermione was not there. The only one I knew was Harry, who, despite all the hype about the guy who killed Voldemort, had proven to be surprisingly tolerable since I got to know him.

"Have you seen Hermione?"

He must have seen the look I sported and for a moment it appeared as though he would rather protect his friend from my wrath, but then he seemed to decide that if she had really done something wrong, she could deal with the repercussions alone, so he answered: "No, but why don't we have a look at this."

With that he pulled out the marauder's map. I had not seen it before, but Hermione had told me about it, so I instantly knew what I was looking for.

"What on earth is so important about sitting in the middle of an empty classroom that it warrants standing me up?", I asked, astonished but still angry.

Harry's eyes widened. "She stood you up? Hermione would never do that, Pansy. Maybe something happened?"

"If anything had happened, she would not be in that room on her own. Don't worry, I'm sure she will tell you everything once I'm finished with her." Giving him the map back, I said "Thanks, Harry" and hastened down the stairs to the classroom she was in. It took a few moments until I realized that I had actually thanked Harry Potter, something that a year ago would have made me want to wash my mouth thoroughly. Being with 'Mione really did change me, it seemed.

The sight that greeted me when I silently opened the door to the classroom the map had shown her to be in astounded me. There was my girlfriend, sitting on a chair with ropes all around her. At first I was worried, but I quickly deducted that she was unharmed and feeling well, if not a little bit unnerved by the situation. Another thought struck me quickly after, one that left me rather hot and bothered. I silently walked up behind her, before leaning down.

"Well, what do we have here?", I chuckled against her ear. "My girlfriend all tied up for me and ready for the taking. Whom do I have to thank for this?"

"I would be very happy if you would not thank Ron for tying me up and then leaving me to rot here", she answered, irked. So he was responsible. I could have guessed that, though I did not really get why he had to tie her up. Surely she would have listened to him as well had he not, or would she not?

"What, you let him tie you up, and whenever I bring that up you refuse?", I asked, feigning disappointment. "I am hurt."

"As you may have noticed", Hermione growled, becoming more irritated by the second (Oh, how I loved to drive her up the wall), "I did not exactly allow him to do this. Now if you're quite done, would you kindly tie me loose?"

I grinned at her, truly enjoying myself. "I don't know, it seems so tempting…" I slowly trailed a hand down her stomach towards her most secret place.

She hissed out a low moan, but then composed herself again. "Pansy", she said in a warning voice, "not here."

I had to give it to her, she had quite some self-control. But that was not infinite, I knew that all too well from all the nights we had spent together as of yet, and I knew so for the many more to come.

"Would you finally tie me loose?" Her voice rose me from my musings. She was getting seriously impatient, and I knew that I should better listen to her soon or I would get the cold shoulder afterwards, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up.

"Only if I can at least tie you to the bedpost one of those nights." I grinned impishly at her. She had never let me do that with her, saying that she did not like to be constricted, but nevertheless I had fantasized about it.

"Will you already…" I shook my head.

"Nope. Not until I got my answer." I smiled at her. "I can wait a long time."

"Fine, yes, you can tie me up if you want to. Happy now?", she answered, exasperated.

I grinned. "Very."

She tried to scowl at me, but failed and instead started to laugh. "Gosh, you are so gutter brained."

I looked her in the eyes seriously. "Only for you, 'Mione." Then I started to laugh as well. "But so are you, missy." I kissed her nose affectionately before finally deciding on tying her loose.