In the Closet

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Chapter Three
A Plan


Later that evening after dinner, Pansy headed up to Milton’s upon his request. She was hoping it was for a visit, a little visit between two people who where about to be married, a nice pleasant visit. She very much hoped that he didn’t somehow notice her checking out Granger that day.

She slowly walked through the corridors of Hogwarts debating if she should go back and get Draco or Millie (Millicent). Draco would be good. That way she could find out if he liked Hermione or not. She already suspected that he did, but she wasn’t entirely for sure. He usually was pretty honest with her about things. Why was he denying it? It wasn’t as if she would hook them up or anything…hmm that did seem like an idea. It wasn’t like her and Hermione were going to be together. No, no Draco’s parents would go insane if they found out that he was with a muggleborn witch. Perhaps that’s why he wouldn’t admit that he had an attraction to Hermione. What would be the point? It’s not like it could turn into anything? Hermione wouldn’t go for a fling and her friends wouldn’t like the whole Draco and Hermione romantically involved bit either. Nope too many things against them Pansy supposed. Well at least he wasn’t gay. Pansy’s parents would much rather her come home with a muggleborn than come home with a female on her arm.

Pansy reached the Knight’s portrait and announced herself. Soon Milton appeared when the portrait swung open.

“Pansy, come in come in.” Milton invited moving to the side to let her by holding the portrait for her.

“Hello Milton.” Pansy greeted as she hugged him tightly. He returned the gesture then led her over to one of the couches.

“Well Hermione is out for a bit so we have the room to ourselves.” He smiled. Pansy felt a bit of disappointment, but smiled back at him.

After they were seated Milton turned to her and looked at her with a look that seemed to her like as if he were contemplating on how to say something. Her breath hitched and her heart began to race in fear that he had noticed. Finally he spoke.

“Pans I really don’t know how to ask this without… well you see if I were to be wrong I’d feel quite foolish…” Pansy was silently freaking out fearing he knew. This was it… he was going to call it off with her, throw her out because he couldn’t stand to be around someone like her. “Well I’ll get on with it. Does Draco have feelings for Hermione?”

Relief hit Pansy hard. She exhaled heavily. Milton took it for something else.

“Pans look I’m sorry I shouldn’t have even thought it, silly of me really…” He began but Pansy cut him off.

“No not at all. Honestly I was thinking the same thing on the way up here. Why do you ask?”

“Well today in class, well every class that we had with Hermione he kept looking at her. I couldn’t help but notice.” Pansy wanted to laugh so hard. She couldn’t believe it Draco got caught and she didn’t.

“Well I asked him if he was attracted to her and he denied anything. I found it hard to believe because the looks he was giving her said otherwise.” Pansy said. She was giddy on the inside. It worked out so great, the only reason for Milton to think she was looking at Hermione was because of Draco.

“Yeah, I thought I saw you notice that is why I had to ask. So do you think anything will come of it?”

“I doubt it. She doesn’t like him much.”

“Who says? I mean it isn’t like anyone has asked her. Of course she’d most like say she didn’t. Even if she did.”

“What difference does it make they couldn’t be together anyway. His parents would disown him.”

“Well one could never be to sure of that. Can I tell you something without you telling Draco about it?”

“Yes.”

“Good it’s nice that I can trust my wife to be.” He laughed. “Well you know how my father is one of Malfoy Senior’s lawyers? Well he told me that Malfoy plans on giving the ministry information in return for controlled freedom. He will be on probation for a long while, but will be free nonetheless. My father had suggested that when he gets out that he try to reform his lifestyle and his family. So you see what better than to have Miss Hermione Granger on his “newly” changed sons arm? She is muggleborn, Harry Potter’s best friend, and well she is the Hermione Granger.”

“She is quite lovely looking and comes from a wealthy family.” Pansy silently scolded herself for letting the lovely comment slip. Milton didn’t take it more than an observation. Hermione was indeed a beautiful girl. “But her friends wouldn’t go for it. They’d think him up to something. Besides isn’t she with that Weasley?”

“What? Oh no they aren’t together. I do think they have strong feelings for each other but it would never work. Just today they had an argument over something frivolous. So I wouldn’t worry about that. But yes I do see how they’d have a problem with Hermione being with Draco. They love her, she like their family, so that is an obstacle. So what we need is a plan.”

Was she okay with this? I mean she didn’t mind Draco being attracted to her object of fantasy, but to hook him up with her. Well it’s not like she’d ever have her, well not more than a sexual encounter anyway. Pansy was honestly going to try to bed her at least once. Emphases on the word try. Pansy wanted her badly. She wanted to taste her, to kiss her, to feel her soft flesh under fingertips. Pansy had to make herself calm down she was starting to get really aroused. And it wasn’t like she could run off to the bathroom and off herself.

“What kind of plan?” She asked trying to distract herself.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m sure we’ll think of something.” Milton answered. He switched the subject to one of their classes and begun to talk about a project he had in mind for it. She found the subject to be sort of boring so she took this time to study him.

He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He had soft features; one could call him a pretty boy. He was that. She could easily make him look like a girl with a bit of makeup and a nice dress. Green was defiantly his color. He wasn’t large. He was sort of short with a small frame, but still bigger than her. She watched his fingers move around as he talked. They weren’t like most man hands she had seen. They were more feminine, soft and smooth. He didn’t act feminine though. He was very kind to her and always made her feel special. He’d make a good father some day she thought. She always wanted a family of her own. She had a pretty good childhood herself. Especially with the dark lord gone for that while. She enjoyed her family life with her siblings and hoped to give her children that kind of life. That’s one reason she’d never support that wacko. Her parents did at one point but no longer do, not since she was born really so it was a relief for them when he had disappeared. Draco didn’t support him either, nor his mother from what Draco had told her. His father he really couldn’t tell if he truly did or not. He said it seemed he was to afraid not to and never really thought it through.

Pansy set her attention back to her fiancé. She thought about how it would be to be with him intimately. Would he be a gentle or an experimental lover? She had hoped for both. Would he make her feel incredible like she’d always wanted to feel? She found herself being slightly aroused. The thought of being with him didn’t disgust her like it did when she’d think of being with other men. That was at least good. Still it would have been better if he weren’t a man, but she’d deal. ‘Wow with that facial expression he looked very feminine’, she thought.

“Well enough of that, Hermione will be back soon. So what do you think?” Milton asked as he laid his hand softly on knee. She was surprised at how she didn’t flinch and how is actually felt comforting. She smiled.

“I am not sure really, I’d have to get Draco to admit his feelings. To be honest it would be easier if you would tell him about his father, but I understand your father shouldn’t have told you and you shouldn’t have me. So… we could like, push them together without it being obvious to them, but how?” She pondered not realizing she hand moved her hand to Milton’s hand that was on her knee and held it not moving it from its place. Milton smiled. He was a bit afraid that she wouldn’t care for him, that he was to feminine and not manly. He didn’t act like a girl or even gesture like one so this gesture made him feel more reassured. And if this plan worked it would help his father in a way so this made him very happy.

“Well you two could be over here a lot. He’s one of your best friends and one of mine and you are my fiancé so it wouldn’t seem out of ordinary. They could spend more time together that way.”

“Yes, but Milton she doesn’t like him she’d just leave to be with her friends more and then resent him more for driving her out of her own heads space that she worked so hard for.”

“Well I thought of that but if she sort of has some attraction to him as well even if she isn’t aware of it she’ll stick around. We could at least try that and see how it goes. If it works then we could leave him alone with her a bit here and there. Then we could feed things to them like ‘I think she or he likes you. I saw him or her looking at you and it seems like there was something there.’ You know stuff like that. What do you think?” He explained. She thought it could work and she’d just keep doing what she was already doing which was making comments about her. It’s believable because it’s true. She’d just have to get more descriptive. She just hoped she survive through this. Ah what one does for a friend. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t still try to bed her and think dirty thoughts about her, nope not at all.

“It is a good start. And even if she doesn’t stick around or just isn’t here we could always say things like ‘he or she was looking at you today’. You know, that sort of stuff.”

“It’s settled, it’s a plan. So…” He was interrupted with Hermione walking through the portrait and into the common room. She looked at them and smiled at them as she headed to her room. “Oh what time is it? Oh can you wait just a minute here I promised mother I’d write her today to let her know I arrived safely and how we enjoyed our first day. Mother does love you.” He said as he stood and headed to him room.

“Oh do tell her I said hello.” Pansy said as she leaned back into the couch to get more comfortable while she waited.

After a minute Pansy heard Hermione open her door and Pansy turned to look at her. Hermione’s head was peering out through crack of her door.

“Is he in his room?” Hermione asked. Pansy just nodded.

Just then Hermione came out of her room wearing a cami undershirt and a pair of the shortest shorts pansy had ever seen. They were black and nothing but a lacey material. Unfortunately you couldn’t see though it. Pansy couldn’t help but stare as Hermione walked quickly by. Pansy came in her knickers right when she saw a little bit of the curves of Hermione’s bottom hanging out of the shorts. Hermione walked into the bathroom to get what looked like a bottle of lotion. On Hermione’s way back Hermione noticed Pansy staring at her in her knickers then it dawned on her.

“Oh they’re underwear. They are loads more comfortable than regular cuts of panties. You should get some, they’re great. I take it you’ve never seen any like these before, then?” Hermione said.

“Um, no I haven’t. They’re really comfortable you say? I love the way they look, I mean where would I get some like that?” Pansy could have died. She almost let it slip and she was so glad Hermione thought it was the panties she was looking at not the whole package. Hermione smiled, glad that they were actually having a civil conversation.

“I have a catalog. You could look at it sometime and order some if you’d like.” Hermione said.

“That sounds nice… I do like them… um thanks.” Pansy said. The thanks were for Hermione kindness and for the view. Maybe things would work out.

“Sure.” Hermione smiled awkwardly one last time before heading back to her room. As soon as her door shut Pansy rubbed her legs together to try and release the tension that was building in her core.

‘So those are what her knickers look like. It’s a good thing I didn’t see them on the stairs like I tried to, I would have passed out or fallen down the stairs.’ She thought to herself. She was about to put their hand up her skirt when the door to Milton’s room opened. Pansy stood up and walked over to him. Maybe he could help.