TRIGGER WARNING: rape accusation and discussion of.

Hermione sat in the common room, watching an older Gryffindor boy flirting with his female classmate. She grinned as a thought, an idea, came to her. Checking the grandfather clock standing tall, she rushed to her room and grabbed her invisibility cloak before rushing from the dorms.

Dinner would only just be ending – the Gryffindors having retreated early to celebrate their Quidditch win that day (much thanks to Hermione for that).

She crept slowly by the Slytherin table, snatched a hair from the back of Draco's neck, and stood still until he settled back down and complained to his friends. She soon hurried off, and dug through her trunk to look for the ingredients and recipe for a polyjuice potion.

"Let's see if I can do it as someone else…" She mumbled to herself, making notes of where she could get the ingredients – much easier to do so now she had access to Hogsmeade.

Once she made her notes, she headed back out to the party, deciding to make a start on the potion at the weekend.

/HG\\\\

"And then, we drop the hair in," Hermione muttered, once again sitting on the ground of the second floor bathroom, holding Draco's hair over the small cauldron.

"At it again, are we?" Myrtle asked as she drifted through a stall door.

Hermione jumped a little, glaring at the ghost. "As a matter of fact, yes."

"What's this one for? More slithery Slytherin sneaking, hmm?"

"None of your business, Myrtle."

"You know, I let you off last time because it was for the greater good… This one seems selfish to me, might just pop down my pipe and pay a visit to Albus…" Myrtle lightly threatened, drifting back towards a stall.

"No!" Hermione quickly called, getting up. "What can I do so you won't?"

Myrtle giggled, the sound echoing through the bathroom. "You can tell Albus that the smell of that dead snake comes right up here. I may be a ghost, but I can't stand it. This bathroom is my home. He won't listen to me if I brought it up."

"That's all?" Hermione confirmed. "Nothing more?"

"Nothing more."

"Deal. I'll do it once I've finished this, okay?"

Myrtle nodded, zipping off down a sink.

"Dozy cow," Hermione mumbled to herself, dropping Draco's grey hair into her cauldron and stirring. To her surprise, it turned a sparkling silver – as opposed to the disgusting grog Crabbe and Goyle's had been last year.

She grinned at the completion of her potion, bottling it up and clearing everything away, then going back to the dorms to get changed for Sunday lunch.

/HG\\\\

"Morning, Draco. Good Saturday so far?" Pansy asked, smiling softly. She leant on the wall next to the boy, watching him as he looked down at the ground, miles away.

"Draco?" She prompted, giving him a nudge.

Hermione looked up – well, down – at Pansy, suddenly reminded that she was in disguise as Malfoy. "Sorry. In my own world. What was the question?" She asked, hoping she sounded believable.

"Good Saturday?"

"Oh. Yeah. You?"

"It's fine. Could be better," she smiled a little wider. "Fairly boring."

Hermione – Draco – smirked. "Bet I could add a little fun…"

Pansy's eyebrows raised in surprise. "And just where do you expect we could go to have fun?"

"Room of requirement?"

"Don't be silly," she scoffed. "That room is a myth."

"I wouldn't be too sure, come on," the taller said, taking Pansy's hand and leading her up a few flights, away from the Slytherin commons, which they'd been outside of.

/HG\\\\

"Yeah, yeah, right there," Pansy moaned, hands buried in Draco's hair. She glanced down at him before throwing head back. "Yes! I'm nearly there!"

She clutched harder as she came, only just noticing that Draco's hair seemed to get thicker and longer. With her eyes closed, she felt him rise up and kiss her – and his lips were softer.

She pulled back and opened her eyes, soon staring up in horror and shock.

"What the fuck?!" she yelled, pushing Hermione off of her with as much force as she could gather in her post-climactic state.

Hermione frowned and looked down at herself, at what should have been Draco's body, and gaped when she recognised it as her own.

"I'm sorry," She quickly blurted, gathering up Draco's clothes and hurried pulling them on to leave. "I'm so sorry, I just-"

"Isn't that technically fucking rape?!" Pansy screamed at her, grabbing her own clothes to cover up – despite the fact that Hermione had already seen her body.

"I never meant anything like that!"

"You coerced me!"

"Pansy, please," Hermione sighed, reaching out and touching the other girl's hand and being surprised when she didn't pull away. "I never, ever meant to do anything like that…"

"Whatever," Pansy snapped. "Get out before I start hitting you."

/HG\\\\

"Miss Granger," McGonagall sighed, sitting at her desk. Hermione was opposite, and the other heads of houses were gathered in the office, along with Headmaster Dumbledore. "Pansy Parkinson has made a very, very serious accusation about you."

Hermione gulped, knowing exactly what was coming.

"She has claimed that you, under the Polyjuice potion as Draco Malfoy, coerced her into sexual activity in the Room of Requirement. What can you tell me about this."

"It wasn't like that."

"Do go on," Snape snarled – as much of a bastard as he was, Severus seemed to show some compassion for and a will to protect the students of his house.

"I did use polyjuice to disguise myself as Draco, but I never coerced her! Pansy consented. Several times, as I recall."

"Miss Granger, if you are lying," Snape warned.

"I'm not lying! As Draco I suggested… it. And Pansy consented. And then continued to once we were-"

"That's quite enough," a red-faced Flitwick butted in.

"I suggest Veritaserum, headmaster. On both of them," Snape said, turning to Albus.

The old man considered it for a few moments and then shook his head. "I think that would be inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?! Albus, this whole situation is inappropriate!" Minerva reminded him.

"May I make a suggestion?" Professor Sprout piped up. The others looked at her expectantly. "Well, with Veritaserum, their stories are likely to come out worded differently, still leaving us in the dark. However if we were to look at their memories-"

"That would be inappropriate, Pomona," Snape snapped. "Looking at sexual memories of two thirteen year old girls!"

"Then we bring in an unbiased third party – a student who will not lean to one of their stories, and tell us the truth."

"And just who do you suggest?" Minerva asked.

"Dean Thomas," Hermione said, sitting up straighter. The professors looked at her, wanting her to elaborate. "Dean and I don't get along, and neither do him and Pansy, he'd have no reason to favour one of us. And he's gay, he's been dating Seamus the whole year. He'd have no reason to enjoy it, either."

"Wait outside, please, Miss Granger," Albus told her, and Hermione left to sit on the little bench outside McGonagall's office while they conferred.

/HG\\\\

"They match up," Dean told them, drying his face and having just watched both girl's memories. "And Pansy did consent. Joyously. But it was definitely wrong of Hermione to impersonate Draco."

The heads of houses looked to Dumbledore for what to do now.

"I think… Detention for Miss Granger. For the rest of the school year, and for September. No points will be removed from Gryffindor – I shan't have them punished for her bad judgement. In fact, for your help, Dean, I shall discreetly add five points – for your help only. They will be removed, and five more, should you let this out."

"Yes, sir."

"What about removing her from the girl's dorm? Surely she can't be trusted," Snape questioned.

"I hardly think that necessary, Severus. Hermione won't be doing it again, I'm sure of that."

/HG\\\\

Understandably, Pansy was fairly traumatised by the whole experience. Finding out that the boy you'd just slept with was a girl in disguise wasn't exactly something you would be able to walk away from.

She sunk, with a happy sigh, into the large bath in the prefects' bathroom. She slumped down so the water was at her chin, and tried to relax in the hot water, when she heard the doors open.

She stayed still, not wanting to alert anyone to her presence.

Hermione recognised the back of Pansy's head, and deliberated leaving.

As Pansy couldn't hear any further movement, she turned around, quickly covering her chest up at the sight of the Gryffindor. "You again?!"

"I just came for a bath, I didn't know you were here, I'll go if you want me to," Hermione quickly affirmed, holding her hands up in surrender.

The Slytherin hesitated.

"No, it's fine."

Hermione nodded, undressing, and got in half a dozen feet from Pansy, both looking forward awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"No need to be. I did consent, after all, I suppose I overreacted a little."

Hermione shifted closer. "Don't say that, I understand. I never should have done something like that in the first place, it was wrong and I'm sorry."

Pansy glanced over at Hermione. "Why'd you do it?" She asked after a beat.

Hermione thought about it, about how to arrange her words.

"I've been thinking about my sexuality for a while now, since last summer, and… I wanted to know what it would be like to seduce a woman, as a man."

"So I was your little experiment?!" Pansy spat angrily, shuffling away a little.

"No! Well… I suppose, but… Shit, Pansy, I don't mean any of this the way it's coming out!"

Hermione ended up right next to Pansy as she tried to reassure her, of what, she wasn't sure.

Pansy was, admittedly, distracted. Her thoughts were with the memory of being in the Room of Requirement, remembering how good everything had felt, and primarily how she'd enjoyed the last kiss, with Hermione's lips, more than the kisses with Draco's lips.

She was conflicted. On one hand, she was angry at Hermione for impersonating someone else to bed her, and on the other she wanted to kiss her again.

The latter won, and she quickly turned and pressed her lips to Hermione's, finding that her hands slipped around the slightly taller girl's shoulders of their own accord.

Hermione hesitated before kissing back, her hands finding purchase on Pansy's bare hips.

They kissed slowly, Hermione letting Pansy take control and go at her own pace.

/HG\\\\

"Watch out, Millicent," Pansy called, entering the Great Hall and Hermione passing them. "Granger's a lezzer, don't let her grope you."

Everyone in the Great Hall – including the teachers – turned to look at the doors. Hermione stared at Pansy, mouth hanging open and taken aback at Pansy's words, when just the night before they'd been near-intimate in the bath.

Professor McGonagall made her way down quickly, dispersing the students to walk Hermione from the Great Hall.

"Miss Granger-"

"Don't," Hermione said simply, calmly walking back towards Gryffindor tower and deciding on skipping breakfast.

She ended up missing her classes that day, and when everyone returned to the dorms after dinner, the girls coming to bed walked around it, leaving a large gap.

She stayed in bed the next morning too, having heard the other four girls gossiping about her when they thought she was asleep.

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall called, stepping into the room. She sat down at the end of Hermione's bed, and tugged the covers back.

"I don't want to talk," she mumbled, trying to tug them back.

"You may not want to, but I think it's needed."

Hermione reluctantly sat up, pouting at Minerva.

"Pomona has spoken to Miss Parkinson…"

/HG\\\\

"Why did you do it, Miss Parkinson?" Professor Sprout asks, folding her hands on her desk.

"Because it's true, and people deserve to know."

"You had no right to say anything abiut Miss Granger's sexuality, true or not. That is her job."

"But she-"

"I am well aware of what happened between the two of you. Pansy, if you need to discuss anything involving yourself, then I will listen."

Pansy looked down at her fidgeting hands. "Well, I-"

"I know."

"You know?"

"Of course I know. You wouldn't have said anything about Hermione if you weren't. You're insecure, correct? Conflicted? Confused?" Pansy nodded. "Well, talk."

"I realised that I liked it more when it was Hermione, and then we kissed again last night and…" she blurted, not knowing where to go from there.

/HG\\\\

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because, although she cannot take back what she said, she does regret it. I think the two of you should talk."

"We did, it resulted in what happened yesterday."

"Try again. I think you'll be surprised."

/HG\\\\

Hermione spent her summer online, researching everything she could about herself and others like her, finding out all the names and words and terms. Not only did it make her more comfortable in identifying as a lesbian, but it had helped her form an idea.

"Headmaster?" Hermione asked, the morning after returning to Hogwarts for fourth year.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"I need your permission to start a new club – nothing extra curricular, just for students to have somewhere that's theirs."

"And which teacher will be your supervisor?"

"Professor Sprout."

Albus smiled, taking a guess at the type of club it would be. "Permission granted. You may use the old potions classroom, if that's alright.