A/N: This is the first of a short one-shot collection for Pansmione. There's not much for me to say here, except enjoy!

So, this one, I always had in my mind as Hermione being her usual workaholic self, and needing to cancel on dates like any other lawyer does when during crunch time. And Pansy, knowing her worth and how much stress Hermione is under, is going to do the only thing she knows how: doing things herself.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Due to her job, Hermione has had to cancel more dates with Pansy than she could count. But don't worry. Pansy has been keeping track. Pansmione

Words: 1116

Prompts:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

[January Bi-Monthly] Puzzle Club

Puzzle Five: a rainbow over a pretty meadow

Mandatory: (pairing) slash or femslash- no het ships!

(word) cancel

[January Monthly] Treat Yourself

Take a few minutes of peace and quiet to breathe and meditate

(object) candle

[WINTER] SEASONAL CHALLENGES THREAD (Due March 20th) (600 Word Minimum)

National Bird Day

Waxwing: (item) candle

Colours

Jade Green

Tarot Reading

Five of Swords: Write about someone whose ambition impacts them negatively.

WRITING CLUB - JANUARY

TV Spree

(Object) Candle

"Keeping Track"

Pansy growled in frustration as her girlfriend's otter messenger Patronus faded away. "Again? Why again?!" she shrieked into the darkness of their shared flat where she was currently getting ready for their date that night. Or at least she had been before Hermione had messaged her that she needed to cancel. Again.

Pansy kicked off her shoes to go stomping barefoot down the hallway, uncaring if the downstairs neighbors could hear her again. She wrenched open the refrigerator door and pulled the bottle of wine out of the door they had been saving for a special occasion. With a flick of her well-manicured figure, Pansy opened the wine bottle and was about to take a swig when her eye caught the spare candlesticks on the coffee table that Hermione had found at a secondhand store. An idea formed in her mind and she set the wine bottle down, instead heading to the cupboards and grabbing two wine glasses instead.

"Fine, if you can't come to me, I'll come to you!" Pansy declared to the emptiness of their home. With a flick of her wand, she fired up their modified Muggle stovetop and began her plan.

Even an hour after sending the Patronus message to Pansy to cancel their date–yet again!–Hermione felt like complete and utter crap. Her work on equality at the Ministry of Magic was all coming to a head, and Hermione knew if she just put in a few extra hours, she'd make the breakthrough that she needed. The Goblins already had a representative in the Wizengamot, thanks to her efforts, and now she was attempting to pass the Lupin Bill, which would not only classify lycanthropy as a chronic illness, but also have werewolves register their condition with St Mungo's to ensure medical professions can stay safe when treating them, much like the Muggles did with the HIV pandemic. In exchange, they would receive the right to hold day jobs, gain free housing until they got onto their feet and support themselves, and receive free Wolfsbane the week leading up to every full moon so long as they could prove they took adequate or exemplary means to protect themselves and others during their transformation.

Excluding the one or two extremists like Greyback, every other werewolf she had gotten into contact with fully supported this bill. This new legislation had a lot of restrictions, but gave a lot more freedoms than what werewolves had before. If she could only just get through these last twenty pages of this obscure law that gave a precedence, she could plead her case one last time to the Wizengamot–

Hermione's office door suddenly burst open and the Gryffindor jumped in place, her eyes wide, her wand at the ready. She looked to find Pansy Parkinson, her girlfriend of three years, standing in the doorway in a jade green cocktail dress that complimented her eyes, and matching heels, a black silk scarf wrapped around her hair. Hermione swallowed thickly as her eyes traced her girlfriend's shapely legs.

"Pansy, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked a little anxiously, wondering if this visit was about their canceled date. Pansy sauntered in and shut the door without a word before walking right up to Hermione's desk. Hermione caught herself clenching and unclenching her hands as she drank the sight of her girlfriend in her favorite dress like a parched man looking for water.

A picnic hamper suddenly came into view, and Hermione straightened, now curious.

"Since you've had to cancel our date the fifteenth time this month–you cannot deny it, it's only the twentieth and I've kept track in my datebook–I have decided that since you can never make it to a date, I'll bring the date to you!" Pansy declared, and with a flick of her wand as she talked, all of the papers and books on Hermione's desk tidied themselves before they all flew into the air to stack themselves on the floor, leaving Hermione's desktop clean.

"Pansy, I–" Hermione started, but her girlfriend interrupted once more.

"If you need to, I'll kick you out of bed an hour early tomorrow morning so you can read or write or whatever you do first thing in the morning, but tonight, you're going to pay attention to me." Another flick of Pansy's wand had the hamper opening up and a spaghetti dinner marching itself out and setting itself up on the desktop, plates and cutlery setting itself up in front of the two witches. Pansy grabbed the bottle of wine and started filling the wine glasses she had brought. She held one out to Hermione, and the brunette took it without any comment. Pansy's grandmother's silver candlesticks centered themselves on the desktop, two familiar candlesticks jumping into the holders. Pansy tapped the wicks with her wand, lighting them, casting a more romantic lighting over the two of them. Once everything set itself up and the hamper had disappeared under the desk, Pansy sat in her now transfigured chair, filled wine glass in hand, with a neutral look on her face.

Hermione could only just stare at her, barely managing to keep her mouth shut as everything happened around her. She looked at the wine glass in her hand before looking at her expectant girlfriend before her.

"I love you," Hermione blurted out, surprised at the surprise on Pansy's face. "Thank you for doing this, I'm so sorry for always canceling because of work. I know I work too much, but my work is important, but you are more important to me, but I'm terrible at balancing personal life with my work life and I know you deserve better but–"

"Hermione, shut up," Pansy ordered, causing the brunette's mouth to snap shut. "I don't want better. You are enough for me," she stated plainly. "You are not too much for me, you never tried to hide how important your work is to you, and you've always been upfront with me about everything. I figured this was the best compromise. And if this bill that you're working on passes, and you move on to the next species you want to try to help–which will probably be the house elves, if we're both being honest here–then I will start scheduling dates with you through your secretary. Because we both know if it's not in your daily planner, you're going to forget about it."

Hermione sat in shock for a moment, just trying to process everything Pansy just said.

"Yeah, I'm in love with you," Hermione blurted out again, and Pansy just laughed.

"I'm in love with you too, dear," she replied warmly, and she clinked her wine glass against Hermione's with a wink.