Entwined
Show me Love
Disclaimer: The canon Potterverse (Harry Potter) is owned by J.K Rowling and her affiliates. I am not making any money or other forms of profit, other than the joy of writing fanfiction, and making other fangirls/boys happy. Pansy will go back to being a heterosexual femme when I am done playing with this pairing. I promise.
Pairing: Hermansy/Panmione (Pansy/Hermione). Hint to past Krum/Hermione and to Hermione/Luna.
Rating: PG-13ish and the rating will keep getting higher.
Word Count: 627
Beta: None. So if there are any errors let me know, please and thank you.
Warnings: androgenous!pansy; F/F; slight language; unresolved sexual tension; slight lime; alternate universe; butch/femme.
A.N: I wrote this to the song "Show me Love" by t.A.T.u. I hope my Ron, Harry, and Ginny are in character enough. I also want to make it clear that I love Luna, but Hermione has to have an ex.
Teaser: "I looked straight ahead determinedly, willing myself not to look at Pansy. I felt her eyes follow me like a hunter’s. I shivered at the idea of being Pansy’s prey. I liked the idea a little too much for my own good. I had every intention of blocking her out as I finished my potion’s essay."
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I replayed our kiss before bed for weeks. I was glad that nobody could see me blush or my dorky grin in the dark. It was my dirty little secret. I wondered if it had the same effect on Pansy? Did she lie in bed and fantasize about what could have happened next?
I glanced continuously at her from across the hall at meal times, which caused Ginny to raise an eyebrow at me. She must think I’m into Malfoy, but I’m not into blokes anymore. Pansy generally ignored me, but she would lock eyes with me at least once per meal to give me her trademark sneer.
I always looked away quickly, felt the flush stain my cheeks. I concentrated on my food, be it cereal or pork chops and potatoes. I felt the insane hunger that had nothing to do with food rise up inside of me. My mouth watered, and my knickers dampened slightly. I felt Pansy’s eyes on me again with that triumphant grin. It was like she could see right through me like an x-ray. I didn’t trust myself to look up and see the truth laid out in front of me. I might have ran to her and demanded that she finish what she started.
I was not innocent; I was in the seventh year after all. I’ve dated Krum, and I also had a fling with Luna, which we kept on the down low. I thought it was intense with Luna, but it doesn’t compare to this. Luna, though a free spirit was too safe for me. Pansy had this dangerous edge to her that intrigued me. She was also a great snogger, and who would have guessed that? I didn’t. I wasn’t ready to come out of the closet yet. I didn’t know how the wizarding world viewed homosexuality, but I’ve seen how it is perceived in the muggle world. I wanted to graduate, help Harry defeat Voldemort and live through it, and then I’d worry about love.
I took a deep breath, and forced my body to behave. It was just a bloody kiss, and shared glances in the great hall. This shouldn’t have affected me the way it did.
“’Mione?” Harry asked.
“What Harry?”
“Why do you keep staring at Malfoy and look away frustrated?”
“Harry, I wasn’t staring at Malfoy. I’m just distracted lately, you know still working on the Potion’s essay. It’s the first major essay of the year, and I want top marks.”
Ron mumbled something into his mashed potatoes. Ginny just looked sceptical, but she didn’t say anything. I waited until he swallowed to ask him “What did you say Ron?”
“I said if that Ferret did anything to you I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“No, Malfoy didn’t give me trouble this time,” I said with a slight smile. “You know what, I need to go work some more on that Potion’s essay, so I’ll meet you guys back in the common room later.”
“Alright, though you work too hard ‘Mione,” replied Harry.
“See ‘ya ‘Mione,” Ron said, while he shovelled in another mouthful of potato.
“I’ll talk to you later Hermione after you get back, okay?” Ginny finally spoke up.
“Sure,” I replied, while trying not to look her directly in the eye.
I got up while I swung my bag over my shoulder, and walked towards the doors of the great hall. I looked straight ahead determinedly, willing myself not to look at Pansy. I felt her eyes follow me like a hunter’s. I shivered at the idea of being Pansy’s prey. I liked the idea a little too much for my own good. I had every intention of blocking her out as I finished my potion’s essay.