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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Explorations
“You know, this is risky.” Pansy Parkinson whispered through clenched teeth at Hermione Granger, who was sitting next to her. She had been enjoying her dinner with Draco, who had excused himself to check up on the status of his latest misdeed with Crabbe and Goyle, when her Gryffindor-with-Slytherin-tendencies friend had taken the opportunity to plop herself down next to her.
“Ron’s driving me up a wall. I needed a dose of sanity.” Hermione’s hair looked especially vibrant today. Pansy smiled, stealing a quick look in Draco’s direction. He was focused intently on Crabbe’s every word – with every reason to be, too. Crabbe was known among Slytherins as well as the rest of Hogwarts for being all brawn and no brain. It was usually Draco’s masterminding that landed him and his friends into hot water more times than Pansy could remember, but occasionally, Crabbe would approach Malfoy and try running some ideas through him. Draco would then apply the brain to them – and make it so that it was his goons who took most of the rap for him.
“Well…hi.” She looked at Hermione again. “You look nice.”
“You, too.”
As far as everyone knew, Hermione Granger was Ron Weasley’s girl. She’d had her run with the famous Harry Potter, but had found that his main focus in life was wizardry, and it left very little time for anything other. Ron had carried a torch for her since the trio had played a game of Wizard’s Chess, and it was almost inevitable that the two of them would end up together. They were often seen holding hands on campus, whenever they weren’t assisting Harry in one of his conquests of good over evil. As for Pansy, she and Draco weren’t EXACTLY a couple. She was well aware of Malfoy’s roaming eyes and hands, and wands – but he still maintained a level of interest in her. Enough to satisfy her several times a week – either in her dormitory or in the broom closet in the easternmost corridor of the dungeons. Hermione was a Gryffindor and Pansy a Slytherin. However, their eyes had met during a recent Quidditch match, and since then, there had been several hints – as well as small innuendos exchanged in between classes and through small notes. They weren’t lovers – yet. But there was mutual interest. Pansy hadn’t told a soul, nor had Hermione – but they had spent many moments talking about the what-if’s…what if we had some time alone? What if we had the entire girls’ dormitories to ourselves…
“I’m…Hermione, this isn’t a good time…”
“Pansy.” Hermione whispered back, “Will you relax?”
“I’m trying, I’m trying.” She looked at Draco again. “Where’s Ron?”
“He’s…” Hermione shrugged. “With Harry somewhere, I suppose.”
Malfoy sauntered over then, wearing his usual smirk. Pansy spoke quickly, grabbing ahold of one of Hermione’s books. “Thanks for the notes, Hermione. I can’t believe I fell asleep during Potions, of all classes. I’ll go over them tonight.”
“You do that.” Hermione took her lead, then nodded in Draco’s direction. “And are you ready for the exam tomorrow, Malfoy?”
“Potions is my best class, Mudblood.” He scowled.
“Yes, well…” Pansy was still talking. “At any rate, Hermione is the best note-taker, even you can’t deny that, can you Draaaaaaaaaa….” She jumped only slightly as she felt Hermione’s hand on her leg, slowly roaming towards the hem of her skirt. “….co?”
“Yes, well, perhaps if you spent a little less time on your back or your knees, Pansy, you’d have no needs to borrow notes from the Mudblood.” Draco shrugged.
“Oh, Pansy…there’s going to be a study group tonight.” Hermione ignored Draco, something she had grown accustomed to doing. It was either that or lose whatever shred of sanity she possessed. Not to mention, she didn’t approve any of the way Malfoy treated Pansy, or any of his other fuck toys that he had scattered about campus. He was dividing his time between Pansy, Ginny Weasley, a loose Hufflepuff and three quarters of the females in Slytherin. Pansy deserved so much better than THIS. “I’d love it if you showed up. I guarantee you, you’ll do splendidly on your Potions exam.”
“Allright…” Pansy nodded, as Hermione gently took her hand back from its position on her leg, under the table, out of Draco’s sight. “Thanks.”
Hermione glared in Draco’s direction before rising from her seat. Pansy glanced only briefly at the slip of paper that was left on her lap. It read: “Gryffindor Tower. 10pm.”
“Ron’s driving me up a wall. I needed a dose of sanity.” Hermione’s hair looked especially vibrant today. Pansy smiled, stealing a quick look in Draco’s direction. He was focused intently on Crabbe’s every word – with every reason to be, too. Crabbe was known among Slytherins as well as the rest of Hogwarts for being all brawn and no brain. It was usually Draco’s masterminding that landed him and his friends into hot water more times than Pansy could remember, but occasionally, Crabbe would approach Malfoy and try running some ideas through him. Draco would then apply the brain to them – and make it so that it was his goons who took most of the rap for him.
“Well…hi.” She looked at Hermione again. “You look nice.”
“You, too.”
As far as everyone knew, Hermione Granger was Ron Weasley’s girl. She’d had her run with the famous Harry Potter, but had found that his main focus in life was wizardry, and it left very little time for anything other. Ron had carried a torch for her since the trio had played a game of Wizard’s Chess, and it was almost inevitable that the two of them would end up together. They were often seen holding hands on campus, whenever they weren’t assisting Harry in one of his conquests of good over evil. As for Pansy, she and Draco weren’t EXACTLY a couple. She was well aware of Malfoy’s roaming eyes and hands, and wands – but he still maintained a level of interest in her. Enough to satisfy her several times a week – either in her dormitory or in the broom closet in the easternmost corridor of the dungeons. Hermione was a Gryffindor and Pansy a Slytherin. However, their eyes had met during a recent Quidditch match, and since then, there had been several hints – as well as small innuendos exchanged in between classes and through small notes. They weren’t lovers – yet. But there was mutual interest. Pansy hadn’t told a soul, nor had Hermione – but they had spent many moments talking about the what-if’s…what if we had some time alone? What if we had the entire girls’ dormitories to ourselves…
“I’m…Hermione, this isn’t a good time…”
“Pansy.” Hermione whispered back, “Will you relax?”
“I’m trying, I’m trying.” She looked at Draco again. “Where’s Ron?”
“He’s…” Hermione shrugged. “With Harry somewhere, I suppose.”
Malfoy sauntered over then, wearing his usual smirk. Pansy spoke quickly, grabbing ahold of one of Hermione’s books. “Thanks for the notes, Hermione. I can’t believe I fell asleep during Potions, of all classes. I’ll go over them tonight.”
“You do that.” Hermione took her lead, then nodded in Draco’s direction. “And are you ready for the exam tomorrow, Malfoy?”
“Potions is my best class, Mudblood.” He scowled.
“Yes, well…” Pansy was still talking. “At any rate, Hermione is the best note-taker, even you can’t deny that, can you Draaaaaaaaaa….” She jumped only slightly as she felt Hermione’s hand on her leg, slowly roaming towards the hem of her skirt. “….co?”
“Yes, well, perhaps if you spent a little less time on your back or your knees, Pansy, you’d have no needs to borrow notes from the Mudblood.” Draco shrugged.
“Oh, Pansy…there’s going to be a study group tonight.” Hermione ignored Draco, something she had grown accustomed to doing. It was either that or lose whatever shred of sanity she possessed. Not to mention, she didn’t approve any of the way Malfoy treated Pansy, or any of his other fuck toys that he had scattered about campus. He was dividing his time between Pansy, Ginny Weasley, a loose Hufflepuff and three quarters of the females in Slytherin. Pansy deserved so much better than THIS. “I’d love it if you showed up. I guarantee you, you’ll do splendidly on your Potions exam.”
“Allright…” Pansy nodded, as Hermione gently took her hand back from its position on her leg, under the table, out of Draco’s sight. “Thanks.”
Hermione glared in Draco’s direction before rising from her seat. Pansy glanced only briefly at the slip of paper that was left on her lap. It read: “Gryffindor Tower. 10pm.”