Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Date Night

I found some Pansy/Hermione fanfic so im going to put the here💜. If you don't like this ship you dont have to read it✋!

Top!Pansy

Bottom!Hermione

Author: mothermalfoy (MsLyraMalfoy)

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Hermione was sulking, after two years together Pansy had become rather skilled at noticing when her girlfriend was trying not to be obviously upset about something. She had, of course, had a very rough week. Her poll numbers were down, and her re-election campaign was in jeopardy to a some Neo-Death Eater of all people. 

The whole thing would have been ludicrously laughable, but it was clearly eating her girlfriend up inside. After all they had fought for, the idea of someone who espoused, essentially the same ideas as Voldemort, even if he tried desperately to distance himself from the name and the idea, not twenty years after the war, was horrifying to Hermione. Pansy had tried to assure her that there was no way it would gain any legitimacy and that she would win in another landslide once Potter campaigned for her again.

But Harry was on holiday, again, with Draco in the Seychelles. They'd been on holiday for the better part of the last six years since they'd gotten together. Frankly, it was bloody ridiculous Pansy thought. She had half a mind to firecall Draco and chew him a new arsehole, but she knew that would only lead to him not speaking to her for some time. So instead, she decided on a different plan.

"Come on," Pansy said getting to her feet. Hermione looked up at her from the couch.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.

"Out," Pansy said simply. Hermione groaned shaking her head. Pansy merely gave her a hard look. "Up, or I'll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder and dress you myself."

"You wouldn't dare!" Hermione hissed. Pansy raised an eyebrow at that as if to say, wouldn't I? She had done it before.

"Love its been ages since you've gone out and just enjoyed yourself. You deserve to have a little fun," Pansy said pulling the woman to her feet. Hermione sighed, leaning against her girlfriend, laying her head on Pansy's shoulder.

"I'm too bloody tired to have fun. Being Minister sucks."

"I know love," Pansy said kissing the side of her head. "But you don't have to do it. Remember what Potter promised you? Anytime you want to quit, he could take over?"

Hermione sighed. "I can't ask Harry to do that," she said.

"Why?" Pansy eyed her.

"Because he has no desire to be Minister."

"And you did?" Pansy asked.

Hermione gave her girlfriend a look, "Pans, it's different for me. He's already done so much for everyone..."

"And you haven't? Those two wouldn't have survived five minutes without your help."

Hermione laughed a little despite herself. Harry often made it a point to say the very same thing. "I know. What I mean is, he's always had to do everything..."

"Fine then let your Junior Minister..."

"Absolutely not!" Hermione snapped. The witch had been gunning for Hermione's job since she started. "Look, I can do this. I want to do this. I've just been having a rough week is all."

Pansy smiled and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. "Come on, we're going out, no argument. I'm gonna pick out something devastatingly sexy for you to wear, then we're going to go to that new underground club, Club 96, and we're going to dance and snog and get pissed. Then if you're lucky I'll take you into the loo and fuck your brains out until you can't stand." Hermione shuddered. She didn't want to think about how long it had been since they'd had sex, how long it had been since Hermione had even felt sexy.