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Hermione had just a few seconds left of clarity of mind. Soon Pansy's lips would touch hers...
Why wouldn't Hermione just Apparate herself out of Pansy's flat? Why was she even there in the first place? It wasn't like she didn't know who Pansy really was.
In fact, as Pansy's lips drew closer and closer to hers, Hermione couldn't help but use those last few remaining seconds of clarity to remind herself that the black robe-clad woman standing right before her was not be trusted. Pansy was envious, resentful and saw no shame in playing dirt games. She had always been like that, since their time at Hogwarts. And she had not changed. That became clear to Hermione as soon as their career paths crossed unexpectedly the previous year.
And still, amidst all the reluctance and bitterness of that forced collaboration and the inevitable clashes that ensued, something else grew into existence. Something that did not have the right to exist according with Hermione's impeccable standards of logical reasoning.
What was that? Too late. As Pansy's lips touched hers, Hermione quickly drowned in an invisible cauldron filled to the brim with a mixture of messy attraction and chaotic emotions. All the clarity was gone from her mind. And while Pansy's eager, firm hands grabbed her by the waist, Hermione couldn't bring herself to wish anything else in the world.