That Night

\"I\'m risking everything. For what?\" Pansy Parkinson moaned into her hands, as kind hands stroke her naked back. She uncovered her face, and stared into her lover. The lover said nothing, except to continue stroking.

Pansy had just gotten married to Draco Malfoy the day before she had met that cursed brunette. It was a well known fact that Draco was a homophobe and he got that from his father. Which did not make all this any easier. Was this cheating? Her lover continued to stroke her soundlessly. They had just spent a night of passion-making. Now it was the morning, and they were lounging in her master bedroom with lots of silk sheets draped everywhere.

Her husband was not involved with her passionate night in any way. Was it unfortunate? Or was she just fortunate? In fact, he had gone to a Death-Eater meeting unexpectedly. Pansy was left at Malfoy Mansion all alone, and Draco had put a charm on the place to alert him of Pansy\'s goings and comings.

Ripe pink lips claimed Pansy\'s mouth by surprise, and so she uttered a soft gasp.

\"Delightful,\" her lover nibbled at her lower lip luxuriously. Pansy groaned, feeling delighted herself.

\"Delicious,\" as the lover slithered down on her throat with her tongue. A carefully manicured hand slowly reached for a bare shoulder. Pansy made note that her lover had painted her nails purple.

\"Desirable,\" the purple-painted nails raked down her sensitive arm that was already displaying signs of goosebumps. Desirable? Pansy did not feel that way, but she could almost believe it. She shuddered from feeling a breeze on her shoulder, and it soon dawned on her that Purple Nails wanted an encore of the Night. She hissed approvingly and they soon lost themselves in mountains of cold silk and darting pink-hot tongues.

Two hours later.

\"Pansy, it has been a pleasure doing business with you. I fear I must go . . I have appointments to keep, you know. Good luck with . . the marriage,\" her lover gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Pansy felt like her lips were swollen, but these spoken words deflated her heart that had been high for a night and half.

\"Don\'t go, Hermione. Please--\" She suddenly cursed herself for saying that. They had a business arrangement. It was pathetic. The brunette gave her a very curious look.

\"I must. Ron is expecting me anytime soon, and-- thank you for the chance to allow me to get my revenge on Malfoy. But know this, I will always treasure what we had,\" Hermione smiled, showing her pearly whites. She got dressed without any more protests on Pansy\'s part.

Hermione sent her a last glance that was full of sorrow from her shoulder, as she cast the spell to Apparate away from Malfoy Mansion . . . out of her life for the time being. If only things were different . . .

But they weren\'t in Pansy Parkinson\'s case. She had made her choices, and . . . made her bed. Althought, it didn\'t mean she couldn\'t make detours now and then. She felt she loved Draco, but there was still something missing. Despite all the wealth and prestige that he had and that she enjoyed, Draco was a very complicated man. He loved and he hated. At least from his actions, she\'d have thought he hated her at times . . and loved her at times.

What had Hermione made her feel? Definitely not hated. The other shoe did not drop, like it has many times in Draco\'s case. She had half-expected it.

Pansy had to get Hermione back in her life, but she didn\'t want the whole caboose that went with a full fledged relationship. She already had one, and it was a hassle. What was it that the muggles called it? Friends with benefits? She licked her lips, and smiled. She would be friends with Hermione. Make social calls. Sure, it might perplex these fools and Draco may even try to forbid her from pursuing a friendship with a hated Mudblood. At least she had the freedom of having friends.

With benefits.

It was well worth the risk.


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A/N: Should I continue this fanfic or just call this an one shot?