Pansmione One-Shots

Understanding The Words

Before you read this I want to add some context. This is apart of a bigger fic that will probably be like 10k~ words and about 10 chapters. I just wanted to post something since I felt bad. Hope you enjoy this sneak peak into a fic that will be called "When she loves me I feel like I'm floating".

Hermione broke the kiss causing Pansy to look at her slightly confused. She stared at her the same way she always does to make Pansy blush. Of course, she didn't. (Pansy totally did.) She shook her head, trying and failing to get her cheeks to cool off. Hermione took a deep breath before placing her hand over the side of her girlfriend's face.

Pansy smiled at her. She was everything she could have wished to love when she was younger. She was so lost in thought of her younger self that she didn't even see the way Hermione was fidgeting with her shirt.

"Look, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while."

Pansy looked up at her, their eyes locking.

"I love you."

The words rang in her ears. So foreign yet so desired. Pansy hadn't heard those words in nearly a decade. She looked back up at Hermione's face. Her lack of response was worrying her. Her feelings were so mixed. It was lovely, spectacular that she had felt for her enough to say it. But... She just couldn't say it back.

Hermione looked as if she wanted to say more, but it just wouldn't come. Like it was on the tip of her tongue. Nearly falling out, only to be caught at the last moment.

Pansy's eyes had drifted over to a corner of the bed. Hermione tried to meet them. But Pansy simply looked away and reached for the sweater she had previously discarded. She got up and left the room, all without saying a word to her.

It had hurt both of them. Pansy knew deep down that it had hurt Hermione far more than it would have ever hurt her. She knows how important it had been for her. They had talked about it before. Though she could only hope that she would forgive her.

She walked back to her dorm in near silence, except for the sound of her footsteps along the dark stone halls till she reached her destination. It's almost curfew. She hadn't been planning on returning so soon. They had intended for her to stay for at least a few hours. Only for it to be cut short by her.

She felt the guilt drag her hopes of Hermione forgiving her as she continued her trek to the dorms. Her sleeves soaked in more and more of her tears as she walked. She knew the little make-up she was wearing was running. She probably looked atrocious. That not she cared very much of it right now. Her thoughts at this moment plagued by Hermione.

She entered the bare common. It looked as if it was the fire had been put of mere minutes before she came in. Pansy sighed. She's grateful for it. She doesn't have the energy to come up with an excuse.

She plops herself onto the couch. Finally taking a bit of time to think about what happened.

"Pansy?"

Draco's voice flooded the room, making Pansy jump out of her seat to walk towards him. His face quickly contorted from confusion to worry. She realizes how she must look.

"Oh, I'm fine." She says, trying to soothe his worries.

But he doesn't look convinced. Pansy walks over to the stairs, pretending to yawn to try and persuade him a bit more.

"I really should be heading to bed."

She doesn't look back while she slowly steps up to her dorm, putting up another act to make it seem as if she was actually tired. She didn't need to see to know that Draco was currently staring at her. Pansy had known him long enough, even if their relationship was falling apart.

She slowly went to her bed, making sure to not wake anyone. The number of times she has woken to someone sneaking back to their bed because they couldn't be bothered to try and be silent is higher than it needs to be.

She laid her head on the pillow as she did every night, but the feeling of tiredness that always seemed to engulf her was seemingly gone. Perhaps it was the events that had taken place with Hermione, or maybe it was the uneven feeling of Draco's eyes on her. He hadn't wanted to talk to her for nearly two months.

What had changed? The thought swirled around her head until she realized that just thinking of it made her tired. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

If you don't understand something, it's ok this is just a small piece of what I have written. Hope you liked it and thanks for reading!