Pansmione One-Shots

We don't need anymore cats

Just a fluffy fic of Hermione trying to convince Pansy that they need a 7th cat

The cat's big blue eyes stared into her soul, ripping her heart into a million pieces before piecing it back up. She glared at the little creature that seemed to love to play with her heartstrings. She had known them for less than two minutes, but if anything happened to them, she would kill everyone in this room and then herself.

"Pansy! Can we keep them!?" Hermione begged, holding the kitty up to her wife.

Pansy turned from the small basket of apples she had been eyeing. Once she laid her eyes on the miniature cat in Hermione's arms, she sighed while rubbing her temples.

"Love, we already have three cats, not including the ones you keep outside." She retorted, tired of the fur.

The cats collectively decided that her wardrobe was the purrfect bed. Their hair got stuck to her clothing, and somehow, none of the cleaning spells she knew worked. Except for that one muggle rolly thingy, Hermione got her. But the thing was currently broken, so her lovely black shirt looked like a fur coat.

"Besides, we only came for another one those, rolling fur removers." "Lint remover." "Yes, that thing. We didn't come for a cat." Hermione scanned the bags hanging from Pansy's arms before looking back up into her eyes and giving her a look.

"They're for dinner." She tried to justify, even if they had paid house elves to cook for them. Out of all the excuses she could have used. They had just left the house after a delightful lunch made by Leeny. Pansy had commented on it mere minutes ago. She honestly did not know how that elf made such wonderful salad. She has had eaten many over the years of going to dinner parties with her parents, yet somehow that little elf topped them all.

Hermione peered into one of the bags. "Mmm jewellery, my favoriete!" She said through a giggle. The kitty in her arms meowed, alerting both of them that they were still there. She looked between the cat and Pansy. Silently hoping she would understand and allow her to keep them.

"Please, can we keep Solo?"

Pansy looked at both of them. "No. I already said we have like six- Did you just name it? W-when did you have time to name?!"

Hermione paused to think for a moment, knowing it would cause Pansy more confusion. "During our conversation." She smiled. Her wife is a very one task at a time person. You'll rarely see her even reading a book while eating or having music play. However, multitasking is somewhat of a talent for Hermione. She could be reading or writing while cooking, and somehow, the food would never burn. You could see Pansy's mind trying to comprehend that Hermione was having a whole debate in her head while they were conversing.

After quite a long pause and Hermione worrying about her wife's mental health a bit, she nodded. "May I see them?" She asked cautiously. She set down the bags in her arms onto Hermione's while carefully picking up the kitten. She looked into the cat's eyes and, something just seemed to click in her head. Perhaps it was the same way Hermione had felt when she first saw him.

"I hate you so much." She spoke under her breath. "Fine." She grumbled. "They-Solo can come with us." Pansy smiled a bit, hoping she wouldn't regret it. 

I wanna have 7 cats :( I only have 2