Chapter Six

"Just leave it, Parkinson." Hermione wanted to get away, feeling heartbroken.

"I don't think so." Pansy pushed her back against the wall and held her hands together so Hermione's couldn't so a thing. Her eyes sparkled and Hermione got a little scared.

Pansy's grin grew wider.

"What are you doing?" Hermione's voice went an octave higher.

"Giving you what you deserve." Pansy whispered.

Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the pain that was sure to come. She didn't know what Pansy was going to do. Maybe she was going to hit her, kick her to the ground. But she was wrong. When Hermione closed her eyes, Pansy leaned in. And kissed her.

Hermione's eyes flew open and her breath hitched. As soon as Pansy's lips were on hers, they were gone again. Pansy bit her lips as Hermione stared at her. Gathering all her courage, Hermione grabbed the other girls head and crashed their lips together again.

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Hermione and Pansy entered the Great Hall together and parted with a peck on the cheek by Pansy before they both walked over to their friends. By the time Hermione sat down next to Ginny, Ron was fuming.

"What was that all about?" he asked. He glared at her from his place in front of her and Harry, who was sitting next to him, said nothing.

"What?" Hermione asked when she reached for the coffee. She poured herself a cup of black coffee then added a bit of milk to cool it down.

"The whole thing with Parkinson." He moved his glare to the Slytherin table for a moment before turning it back to Hermione.

"She has a name, it's Pansy." Hermione said while grabbing a bit of toast. Ron was getting on her nerves.

"There are rumors going around," Ron said livid, "you're only making then worse with hanging around with her." Hermione threw down her toast while rolling her eyes and looked at Ron.

"And what rumors are they?" she demanded.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for an answer. She wasn't aware that they were sitting at the end of the table, very close to the Head Table and the whole staff was secretly listing to their heated argument.

"That you are gay." Ron whispered. "That you and Parkinson go to that club for gay people." Hermione sighed.

"Maybe I am, Ronald." She said while picking her toast back up, making Ginny cough in her pumpkin juice.

"What?" Ron almost yelled.

"Yes, Ron. I'm gay. I'm in love with Pansy and I'll scream it through the Great Hall if she wants me to." There was a big silence before Ron snapped and jumped up from his seat and looked down at her.

"Why didn't you ever tell us?" he demanded.

"Well," Hermione said, "maybe because I had no idea before this summer." She was still sitting down with Ron looked down at her, glaring. "And I knew you would react like this."

"So now you're hanging around with that filthy lesbian whore Parkinson?" Hermione was now livid and she to jumped up.

"You seem to forget that I'm a filthy lesbian whore as well and if you don't call her by her first name like I asked, don't bother calling me Hermione anymore." McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, maybe they should break it up. Dumbledore shook his head and turned back to the argument.

"Fine, like I want to be friends with you now, filthy lesbian." Hermione grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder.

"Hypocrite." She hissed before she stormed out of the Great Hall, ignoring Pansy as she stormed past her.

"Hermione!" Pansy called after her. When Hermione was gone and out of sight before she could say anything, Pansy stood up and walked over to the other end of the Great Hall to the Gryffindor Table.

"Does anyone care to explain?" she demanded and pointed at the entrance of the Great Hall. Ron glared at her.

"I'm not talking to you. You're just as bad as her." He said.

"And what's so bad about Hermione?" Pansy asked, raising her voice. The whole Great Hall was listening to their conversation and was eager to know more.

"That she's gay!" his words seemed to echo throughout the whole Hall and there was a short but intense silence after that. "She's a lesbian!" he yelled again.

"And why should that matter?" Pansy asked, now glaring at the red-head.

"Because that's not right! A man should only love a woman and a woman should only love a man. That's nature, that's the only way."

"Well, guess what." Pansy said angrily, "Hermione and I love each other." Pansy paused before she turned to the whole Great Hall and spread her arms. "I love Hermione Granger!" she yelled. No one spoke or moved. "I love the muggle-born Gryffindor know-it-all and she loves me as well. No one is going to stop that. Now you all know, and if anyone else has a problem with that," she lowered her arms and looked defiant at the crowd she managed to shock,

"Bring it on." She said.

The silence that followed after that lasted for God knows how long, but Harry broke it when he stood up and said, "I'm gay and I love Draco Malfoy." Several girls gasped at the news and looked disappointed.

Draco stood up as well. "I'm gay as well and I'm in love with Harry Potter." Pansy smiled at the two boys.

"I'm gay." Heads turned to Susan Bones from Huffelpuf who had stood up next to her seat.

"Well," Ginny dropped her toast, rubbed her hands with a smile and stood up, "I'm bisexual." She announced happily.

"WHAT?" Ron roared at his little sister.

"That's right." Ginny said with a big smile.

Dean Tomas stood up nervous.

"I'm bisexual as well." He said. Pansy's smile grew wider with every person that stood up and announced that they were either gay or bisexual. The whole process lasted over thirty minutes and in the end about forty people had stood up.

"Well then." Pansy said and heads turned to her. "There is a meeting this evening in the dungeons for people who want to come. It's for people who are gay or bisexual. If there are people who didn't stand up just now, it doesn't matter. If you're not ready to come out, don't. No pressure. The meeting starts at seven thirty and lasts until nine o' clock; you can leave whenever you want. Be on time though, don't come bursting in at eight 'o clock or something."

Pansy smiled. "And now I need to check on my girlfriend, because some hypocritical prat has decided that he doesn't care about pureblood prejudices but does believe that love is controlled by gender." She shrugged with a cheeky smile on her face. "See you at the meeting."

When she walked out of the Great Hall, she left with a thunderous applause from everyone including the Slytherins.

A/N: Please review, that's the only way I can know what you all think! (and they make me feel appreciated)

Whooo, going to Paris for three days! x) I love my school. I'm hoping to get inspired there –shouldn't be that hard; there's art everywhere!