Entwined
Proud
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).
Rating: Light R mainly for language.(Will eventually go up).
Word Count: 674
Beta: None. So if there are any errors let me know, please and thank you.
Warnings: androgenous!pansy; F/F; language; unresolved sexual tension; lime; alternate universe; butch/femme.
A.N: This was written to the song "Proud" by Tegan and Sara.
Teaser: "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look Granger when you're pissed off?"
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I consulted the heavy reference book. “…Mugwort often has the effect of giving the potion drinker more stamina, but infused with lavender often adds to the sedative effect to a sleeping or tranquilizing potion…” I mumbled, rubbing my sore eyes. I made note of that on my parchment; the essay was about the contradictory effects of herbs in potion-making.
I was aware of predatory eyes on my back as I sat at my private table in a quiet nook of the library, where only I usually go. Parkinson. I rolled my eyes, trying my best to ignore my traitorous hormones. Damn her for distracting me.
This went on for long enough. I slammed the book shut and stood up. I turned around to find her sitting at the table behind me, leaning back with her legs crossed on the table. She had the crooked grin affixed to her face. She wasn’t even trying to hide the obvious. There wasn’t even a book in front of her. Cocky bitch.
“Good evening Granger.”
“Parkinson get your feet off the table!”
“Granger I’m the Head Girl and you’re just a prefect,” she said while studying me, “Mmm..Granger has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you’re pissed off?”
“Tha-tha-tha-that’s inappropriate,” I said while blushing pink. Fuck, did I just stutter? I never stammer. I guess there’s a first for everything.
Pansy’s smirk grew wider as she stood up and walked slowly, until she stood in front of me. She was almost pressing me against the table. She traced my left cheek and jaw line with her fingers.
“Or how pretty you look with your cheeks flushed pink? No? That’s a shame Princess.”
I gasped and gulped as she rested her hands against the table behind me, and leaned against me. I wrapped my arms instinctively around her shoulders. She bent her head down and kissed me. There was nothing loving about this kiss. It was rough, almost bruising. How could I have gone weeks without snogging her? I was drowning in her firewhiskey kiss, as I felt her hands grasp my hips possessively. Her kisses were addictive, and I felt my body respond with an urgent need. I tried to breathe in through my nose, but she sucked in my air making me gasp and break the kiss.
“Mmm…Granger I love snogging you breathless…” She whispered in my ear, and then kissed behind it. She nibbled on my earlobe.
I sighed, leaning against her chest and breathed her in. She wrapped her strong arms around me.
“Aww..Baby did you miss me?”
I stiffened and pulled away from her slightly. “Look Pansy, I normally don’t snog random girls…”
“Are you trying to ask me out Hermione?”
“Umm…” I said while looking down.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Granger will you be my girlfriend?”
“Well how about we go on a date and you prove yourself worthy?”
“You know I’m worthy, but since you need convincing- alright.”
“Whatever. Meet me at nine pm on Friday by the humped-back witch statue, we’re going to Hogsmede.”
“That’s against the rules.”
“And us together is against convention, besides rules were made to be broken.”
“Granger you’re an innocent school girl compared to me, and besides I’m not conventional.”
I felt the urge to shag her senseless almost break through my resistance to the Slytherin girl; I wanted her badly.
“Well I better get back to my common room before Harry and Ron get worried.” There was still that dreaded talk with Ginny to look forward to. What am I going to tell her? Bollocks.
“Let me walk you to your common room, it’s not safe at night. Especially for pretty Gryffindorks.”
“Only if you can keep up with me,” I said while rolling my eyes.
“You know you look so cute when you roll your eyes Granger.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Maybe I will,” I said with a half smile.
“Careful Princess, I might just hold you to that,” she said with a half-smirk and a sideways glance at me.