Entwined
Entwined
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: PG ((For now)).
Word Count: 407 (a large drabble).
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; a kiss; alternate universe; butch/femme.
A.N: This was written to the song "Entwined" by Lacuna Coil, hence the title. Also canon-wise what colour are Pansy's eyes? Are they brown or green?
Teaser: Her kiss was like firewhiskey, and I was already drunk on it.
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I felt eyes burn into my back as I searched the shelves in the library for that one elusive book for the potions essay. Pansy stalked forward, a cocky grin plastered to her face.
“Looking for this, Granger?”
She held up the book Rare Plants in Potion Making by Heather Turner.
“Thank you Parkinson,” I said while I rolled my eyes.
I reached for the text, but she moved it above my reach.
“Ah-ah Granger, you must pay the price.”
“Bloody hell Parkinson what price?!”
I looked up at her taking note of her cool green eyes, the short, angled, black bob, and the almost masculine angles of her face. Pansy had also gotten much taller over summer break. She was stunning. I narrowed my eyes as my cheeks heated up. I hoped and prayed to any god who was listening that my attraction to this butchy female would go unnoticed. Particularly because Pansy and I were foes.
Pansy smirked, leaning against the bookcase on one forearm.
“I’ll be a nice Slytherin, my asking price is one kiss. Oh, and Granger make it count. Put some effort into it.”
I felt my jaw drop, and my face blazed red. I looked downwards, and considered running away and coming back for the book. I was aware of her unwavering stare, and that too-knowing grin.
“No.”
I turned on my heel, as her hand shot out and, her long, strong fingers gripped my arm.
“Where’s the Gryffindor courage Granger?”
I turned around with my heart beating fast. I gulped, feeling the fever spread from where she touched me.
I grasped her Slytherin tie with my free hand, and pulled her down to me. I shyly brushed my lips against hers. I added slightly more pressure; I was intoxicated by the unexpected softness of her lips, and that she let me control the kiss. I opened my lips slightly, darting my tongue out and running it teasingly against her mouth. She smiled into our kiss, and then parted her mouth to entwine with mine. She smelled of lavender, and tasted like fresh mint chocolate. Her kiss was like firewhiskey, and I was already drunk on it. She broke the kiss, pulled away from me, and thrusted the tome at my chest.
“Don’t tempt me Granger,” She growled as she strode away.
I stood there staring at her retreating back. I was drunk on her, and consumed with long-dormant hunger.