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Hermione looked ahead resignedly. She knew it would end like this.
When she had met Harry and Ron she had known they would be lifelong friends - at least she had hoped so. She had loved to spend time with them, to talk with them and just be with them. Even if she had been the eldest, she had felt like she had elder brothers who would protect her from everything. Even when she had been the one helping them.
As the time has passed, nobody had doubt her friendship with Harry. Everyone had known that they could say anything to each other, do anything for each other. More than once they had danced together on the astronomy tower laughing into the morning after having a serious conversation about a problem one of them had had. Or how Harry had stayed in the dormitory all day because Hermione hadn't been feeling well. Or how Harry had chased her down the whole corridor, trying to hit her with a tickle spell. Everyone had seen it and couldn't see anything else but sister and brother. And Hermione had loved Harry for that - for never trying to bring their reality to any higher level.
And she would love if people would have done the same thing with Ron. But they hadn't. Hermione had never liked anyone - somehow it had worked out that way. And she hadn't been mad about it, she hadn't felt worse. She hadn't felt the need to like anyone at all. But Molly, every time she had been to their place, had thrown in comments suggesting that Hermione should end up with Ron; they would make such a cute couple. Even Ginny had done it, finding something romantic in every glance she had towards Ron. And ultimately it had been Ron himself doing it. Despite her constant saying no, her bad attitude, he had been asking her out and telling her how cute they would look together. For peace of mind, she had agreed to go on one date with him.
But after that people had started to talk about how they fit together, how good they look together, their friends started to address them as if they had already been together. And Hermione hadn't wanted that at all. She couldn't look at Ron any other way than her elder brother, but it must have been something wrong with her, if everyone could see... something between them and she couldn't.
So it was almost under pressure that she had to agree to more dates. Because everyone had expected it, so it had to be a good thing, even if she hadn't wanted it.
Their relationship was a total failure. Hermione felt no attraction towards him, no desire to kiss him or walk hand in hand with him. They practically argued all the time - they had too different view of the world. Yes, sometimes there were good moments, but they did not outweigh the bad ones. Hermione did many things for him, but he was not able to do a single thing for her. But no one cared too much - everyone was happy that they were finally together! It was driving Hermione crazy. She tried to break up with him many times, but he never wanted to, he wouldn't accept it, and the next day he would apologise to her and pretend everything was ok.
Today, they fought again. Hermione said she didn't want to go to that stupid end-of-year party at the Slytherin's. But he didn't listen to her, he just told her to get dressed and be ready at 9pm. All the way to their common room she complained about it, until he finally started shouting at her that she was boring and didn't want to do anything with him. She also shouted that yes, she didn't want to come here at all, but he doesn't look at her at all. She shouted that it was over with them and he just mockingly shrugged, saying no. With that, Hermione found herself on the couch in the Slytherin common room, watching Ron having a great time while she cried.
Pansy looked at Hermione from across the room. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but the current sight of her made her heart ache. At the first five years it wasn't anything other but a disgust. That bloody girl was a mudblood after all. Calling her names, bullying her and generally making her life less than unpleasant had been almost Pansy's responsibility as a pureblood. She had had the right to do so, right? But then, the sixth year had come. Pansy started to notice more and more of the girl. Like - she was so smart. Everyone in Slytherin believed she was a book-smart person. Yes, sure, she could do a lecture about the Bombarda Maxima and the anatomy of the Rusałka but nothing more. For sure, she couldn't say anything worthy in the topic of life, politic or just non-academic stuff. And yet, they all had been so wrong.
Once, Pansy had overheard her conversation with some girl from Ravenclaw and it had changed her perspective completely. They had been talking for the whole history class about government programme. Or rather about the lack of it. How the ministry should abandon its excessive bureaucracy and start to really act. Starting with the creation of a programme for unemployed wizards and schools for adults, adapting them to work, ending with social housing for the Muggleborns who had no galleons and thus often chose to live in non-magical Britain.
She hadn't even notice when the conversation shifted to next topic. Hermione Granger - she of all the people - had been trying to cheer up the pureblood girl. From what Pansy heard, the parents had made the girl marry some bloke with a good surname right after school. She even had offered her staying in her own home! Later, she started throwing codes. As it turned out, there was a law in magical Britain forbidding such unions if at least one person from a family with a more influential family name protested against such a marriage. Hermione assured her that she knew someone like that, so everything would be fine. Pansy almost choked on her breath when she heard that, as it was a law known only to a few families and she had no idea where someone... someone like her would know about it. And yet know someone who could use it!
So, as it had turned out, Hermione Granger had been not only book-smart but just intelligent as hell.
As the sixth year had been nothing, the seventh changed everything. Of course, Pansy had stopped calling her names already. At potions - they had been partners - they had even started to nod at each other with a small smiles as the for of greeting.
And she had assured herself that it had been fine. Their relation. It had been enough. But - Pansy had had eyes. So she could see as the girl haf finally done something with her hair. To her, and probably everyone else's, surprise she had cut her hair to the arms and had calmed them. It hadn't been everywhere around her, it had become just cute curls. With every going to the Hogsmeade she could see her in something different than the school robes. And hell, Hermione Granger had known how to make herself look like a... a goddess.
When Pansy had been thinking about how her clothes would look, she would think about wide blue jeans (she had learnt that the Muggleborns had called it like that) that looked older than McGonagall herself and some sort of pink completely mismatched sweatshirt (an ugly one). In a nutshell; it wasn't pretty. But then, the first out going in the spring had proven her wrong.
Hermione had worn glasses - she hadn't had the foggiest that she had had one - and a yellow sweater that looked so good at her. It also matched perfectly good with her short orange plaid skirt. She had been laughing and smiling and Pansy simply couldn't take her eyes of her; not when she looked so cute.
So, as it had turned out, Hermione Granger had been not only book-smart but just intelligent and cute as hell.
Pansy couldn't count the times when she had dreamt about taking her hand in hers while going to the potions instead of just standing arm to arm, kissing her lips when she started rumbling too much in the library, cuddling with her on her bed in the dormitory or taking her to Ireland to see the rest of the magic of the Druids as a surprise. She hadn't even noticed when she had fallen for the girl. And it hadn't been even a crash! She couldn't get rid of it.
Quite the opposite, she had spent all week almost dead, crying whole nights when she had discovered that her love had been in a relationship. With Ron.
So now, seeing them fighting (everyone knew they had been doing so from the very beginning) and him leaving her like she was nothing, Pandy decided it was her moment to finally do something. Without a word, she left Draco and Daphne. Ignoring their calling after her, she - with fake confidence - went across the room and sat at the another end of the sofa. She could see that Granger has been crying. But in the hustle and bustle of everything, nobody seemed to notice it. Everyone was drinking, laughing and dancing. Even her best friend Ginny seemed to disappear.
"I could be a better boyfriend than him." She said as she sat closer to her. Only now did Hermione notice that someone had sat down next to her. She quickly wiped a few tears from her cheeks and turned her head towards such a lovely voice. She had the feeling that the dark haired girl had been here for a long time. "Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him."
"Parkinson?" The surprise in her voice could be heard despite the loud music. Today must have been the day she was going to die since after all this time, she - she of all students - had to be bothered by Parkinson. Not that she didn't like her. But now - she would love to see Harry instead of her. Maybe she wouldn't make fun of her but she centrally wouldn't help.
"What, Granger?" She smiled like the devil herself, "he doesn't deserve you, even we could have seen it." She hesitated for a moment, but then, Pansy leaned in close enough that her lips were close to Hermione's ear and her hand on her collarbone. She waited for a moment for any sign of objection, but it didn't come. "Let's show him what he's lost, shall we?."
Normally, the young Gryffindor would not have even thought of considering agreeing to something as ridiculous as this. But Pansy's hands pleasantly touching her neck and her warm breath on her skin effectively changed that. Hermione looked at her and tilted her head to have her lips close to her own, "with pleasure."
Hermione could feel the other witch standing up and pulling her by the hand with her. She laughed realizing what she was doing, "Parkinson, I can't dance!" But nevertheless she walked across the dance floor behind her
"So there's something the great Hermione Granger can't do." She teased. "But don't worry about it." She put her hands on her shoulders, positioning her in the right place. She knew Ron was a few metres behind her and it was only a matter of time before he would spot them. She ran a hand through her hair and undid a few buttons of her shirt. "I'll be the one dancing." She rolled up one of the sleeves and removed the shirt from her left side - the right was still tucked into her skirt.
When Hermione saw what Parkinson was doing, she took a deep breath and decided to play along with it. It was only fair - she wanted him to suffer as much as she did. She gently took her hand in hers and guided it under her shirt, feeling the electric zip at her touch. She let her unbutton a few of the buttons, and inelegantly wrinkled the shirt in some places. She placed her own hands on her waist. "You have dark lipstick, don't you?" she whispered to her - "make it visible".
Pansy didn't need to be told twice. She started just above her collarbone. It was a light kiss. Then, another followed along the line of Hermione's neck. She could feel the girl's fingers driving into her skin. She smiled with satisfaction. Then, slowly, she began to move her hips. Hermione placed her other hand on her shoulder, her lips touching her skin. She herself began to move to the rhythm of the song, but it was coming out much worse than Pansy's.
Hermione wasn't quite sure why she enjoyed it so much. Yes, it was because of the situation with Ron, but... She liked what Parkinson was doing. How she kissed her neck, making her skin almost burn. How she drew patterns on her skin with her fingernails, just making her want more of it. How her hips touched her skin, making her mind go blank. It was so light - and pretend - but hell, Ron had never made her feel like this. Especially when she almost groaned as she felt Parkinson bite her gently.
Hermione swallowed hard and whispered to Pansy, "Ron saw us. Right now. He's staring." She gently kissed her skin.
Pansy never responded to that - verbally. She put a hand on her shoulder and slowly walked around to one side, stepping behind her. Placing her other hand on her waist, she pulled her close and moved her hips. She smiled as Hermione turned her head slightly, almost connecting their lips. She looked into Ron's eyes and smirked, placing a hand on Hermione's chest. She squeezed it gently, making the girl sigh quietly. Pansy quickly moved away and stood in front of her again. This time her movements became bolder, wanting to extract as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. She didn't even notice when Hermione moved her hand from her waist lower. This time it was Pansy who sighed into her ear. She slid her hand under the beginning of the fabric of her skirt, hearing someone behind them violently walk up, knocking down the bottles behind them.
Hermione looked at her and without thinking too much, kissed her. For a moment, Pansy didn't know what to do, but eventually she played along. She could feel as the girl squeezed her hand. She couldn't stop herself and quietly moaned in her lips.
"The fuck you think you're doing?" Pansy could feel someone pulling her away from Hermione. Looking at her face she already knew who it was. Trying to calm her breathing, she looked at Ron and smiled. She noticed how the table he was sitting at was overturned.
"We were just dancing." She could see the jealousy and anger on his face. How his gaze almost wanted to kill her and his whole body was stiff, clenching his fists. He pushed Harry away who noticed what was happening and wanted to calm the situation down.
"You almost fucked on the dance floor!" He snarled, looking at Hermione. He was kind of right - maybe that's what it looked like. Although looking at the state they were in now - he was a lot right. "I never said we were done," he said.
"But I did." She raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "Pansy, please..." Hermione stood behind her over putting her arm around her waist, "we'll just go to my room, love." She looked Ron straight in the eye, kissing her skin.
She knew how he must have felt right now, she had never kissed him like this, never let him touch her like this, never invited him into her room in such a context. She knew how his mouth opened, but he didn't say anything. Jealousy could be felt in the air. Pansy seized the moment when Hermione kissed her neck and moaned.
Ron's eyes widened and he just threw something at them in anger walking away. He shouted something about some kind of betrayal and phoniness by Hermione, while calling Pansy out and how easy she was. But no one really cared much about it.
She took Pansy's hand and pulled her towards the exit. She didn't pay any attention to Ginny's strange look or her half-unbuttoned shirt. She laughed with pure joy as they closed the door to the Slytherin common room. And she leaned against the door, no longer hearing music or shouting.
"That was great fun! I can't thank you enough." She glanced at Pansy. She found that the girl looked really pretty and wasn't at all surprised that Ron was jealous - not only that Hermione moved on him so easily but did it with someone as beautiful as Pansy. She almost felt sorry for him.
"I meant it, Hermione. Back there" She said suddenly, avoiding her gaze. "I'd be a better girlfriend than he'd ever be a boyfriend" She could see the small shock on her face as she turned to finally look at her. "I know it isn't a perfect time but believe me - I've been waiting a long time to so do. Would you like to go on a date with me?" She said and sounded almost shy.
"Yes." Hermione smiled looking at her. Why would it be a bad idea when she had loved what the other girl had been doing with her on the dance floor?
"But like I'm serious." She said, walking up to her. "I want to take you on a proper date." She tried to sound calm but knew she didn't. "I really really like you."
"I'd love to go with you, Parkinson." Hermione shortly yet sweetly kissed her, making her laugh.