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Draco glances at Pansy, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"Pansy, your jealousy is showing," he teases. Theo looks past Draco and at Pansy, letting out a laugh.
"Glare any harder and Weasley is gonna combust."
"That's the plan," Pansy mumbles, watching as Ron ignores Hermione. "He's so clueless about how good he has it, isn't he? He managed to land Hermione Granger , and it's like he doesn't care."
"You think you can be better?" Draco asks, taking a swig of his firewhiskey.
"I can be a better boyfriend than him ," Pansy declares, frowning. Theo grins at his boyfriend, catching onto his plan.
"Well, we might as well go home then," Draco says, stretching. Pansy looks from her two best friends to Hermione across the club. Pansy clenches her jaw and stands, marching toward Hermione without another word.
"There she goes," Theo chuckles.
"Granger, can I borrow you for a moment?" Pansy asks. Hermione looks up, and Pansy has to force herself to keep eye contact.
"Sure. I'll be right back," she says to Ron. He doesn't even acknowledge her. She sighs and follows Pansy into the bathroom, where Pansy searches her bag for her lipstick.
"I can't believe we're finally alone. I almost went home, too. What are the chances?" Pansy comments nonchalantly.
"What?" Hermione asks, turning to face Pansy.
"It's just that everyone out there is dancing, and Weasley is not with you." Hermione's cheeks turn red.
"He's just visiting with friends," she defends. Pansy snorts.
"Right."
"Why do you care?" Hermione asks. Pansy stops touching up her lip gloss, a smirk playing at her lips.
"I could be a better boyfriend than him."
Hermione blanches, staring at her friend in shock.
"What?"
"I could do the shit he never did," Pansy continues. She moves closer to Hermione, and Hermione backs up against the sinks.
"Like what?" Hermione demands weakly.
"Like make you cum," Pansy whispers. Hermione's breath hitches, and she pushes past Pansy, stumbling out of the bathroom. Pansy takes a deep breath, the close proximity to Hermione affecting her in a way that no one else has.
Pansy leaves the bathroom a moment later, glancing Hermione's way. Hermione tries desperately to avoid looking in Pansy's direction, but she can't help it. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't fantasize about Pansy. She knows she shouldn't. She's with Ron. But the way that little black dress fits on Pansy...
No, you can't want someone else. Not when Ron's right beside you, she thinks.
Hermione looks up at Ron, trying to admire how good he looks tonight, but he's nothing compared to Pansy. She keeps her eyes focused on Ron, willing herself to avoid looking across the club and at Pansy. Ron rolls up his sleeves, mumbling about how long they are.
"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?" Hermione asks.
"I'm good," he dismisses, immersing himself back into his conversation with Dean and Seamus. Hermione frowns and makes her way to the bar.
"One firewhiskey, please," she tells the bartender.
"Make it two. It's on me." Hermione looks at a smirking Pansy, and she has to force herself to keep her eyes off her lips.
"That's nice of you."
"I can be such a gentleman," she shrugs, taking the firewhiskey and downing it. She looks past Hermione and at Ron, snorting when he rolls up his sleeves again. "By the way, all my clothes fit."
Hermione allows herself to admire how right she is.
"Checking me out, Granger?" Pansy grins, raising an eyebrow. Hermione averts her eyes and throws back her drink. "I don't think I need to tell you all the ways he can't suffice, right?"
"We are not having this conversation," Hermione mumbles.
"Can I offer some advice?" Pansy asks instead.
"You're going to give me some even if I say no, aren't you?"
"Probably," Pansy shrugs. Pansy leans closer, her breath fanning across Hermione's neck. "I would leave with me tonight."
Hermione shivers and pulls away, nearly falling off her stool. Pansy balances her, leaving her hands on Hermione's waist for longer than necessary.
"Pansy, we can't," Hermione breathes. Pansy, sensing she's getting somewhere, moves closer. She rests her knee between Hermione's legs, and Hermione lets out a small whimper.
"You wanna dance?" Hermione closes her eyes tight, pulling her lip between her teeth.
"Sure," she finally says.
"Ladies first," Pansy says, holding out her arm. Hermione takes a moment to gain her balance and walks onto the dance floor.
Pansy steps close, and Hermione has to focus on staying upright. Pansy puts his hands on Hermione's hips, pulling her closer. Hermione doesn't fight it, instead wrapping her arms around Pansy's neck.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Granger," Pansy says, moving her face closer to Hermione's. Hermione looks up through her lashes, and Pansy has to keep herself from kissing the daylights out of her. "You know, I never would have left you alone for someone else to take you home."
"I know," Hermione admits.
"Then come home with me tonight. We'll be up all night," Pansy says. Hermione clenches her legs shut at the idea, and Pansy grins. She moves her lips to Hermione's ear. "I won't quit." She nips at Hermione's earlobe.
Hermione, having had enough, grabs Pansy's hand and pulls her out of the club. She pushes her against the wall and captures her lips in hers. Pansy's hands immediately find her curls. Hermione moans into the kiss, and Pansy pulls away. Hermione frowns, but it soon morphs into a grin when she sees Pansy's smeared lipstick.
"If we don't stop, I'm gonna fuck you right here," Pansy breathes. Hermione kisses Pansy's neck, and Pansy braces herself against the wall to keep from collapsing.
She doesn't know when she became the prey, but God does she love it.
"Then we'd better go back to your apartment," Hermione mumbles against her neck.
Without another word between them, they apparate.