Pansmione One-Shots

Mistletoe

Pansy walked through the halls, looking up after every turn she made to avoid the dreaded trap someone had laid for unsuspecting victims. She was careful to avoid them as if she were caught in one. It would be disastrous for not only her pride but also her relationship.

She doesn't doubt that her lover would be understanding, though they wouldn't stay a secret. A mistletoe kiss might be the deciding factor of whether they remain hidden. She wouldn't want Hermione to do something she regretted.

Pansy looked down for a second as most were probably busy with lunch. Only for her to bump into none other than Hermione.

"Oh. Hello, love." Hermione spoke while cheerfully wrapping her hands around Pansy.

"We're in public." She quietly whispered to her. Hermione shook her head and only wrapped her arms tighter. "Look up." She said softly. Pansy looked up to see a small green plant with red berries attached to it.

"Only one way out." Pansy said with a smirk. Hermione brought her face so close that Pansy could feel her warm breath on her face. She felt her heart flutter. They both quickly looked around them before closing in for a tender kiss. Just as the two lovers lips touched, they heard a flash of a camera go off.

Their eyes flew open and, they ran towards the sound. But it had been too late. The person was already gone. The two could only hope that they didn't do anything with the photo.

Pansy and Hermione slept in the r.o.r that night. Afraid of the outside world, so they ignored it. Whoever took the photo was obviously waiting for something like this to happen. The morning after, it had already been released.



When Pansy saw it in the Daily Profit. It felt violating. Like something dear to her was ripped away and shown to everyone. It was something meant for her and Hermione to know. They weren't ready for this. She wanted to puke. It wasn't fair for them to just expose that.

For weeks the two didn't talk. Hoping that it would pass like a silly rumour. It, of course, didn't. Pansy would walk the halls and hear her name, followed by laughter. Then the insults started. It was the first time she had ever heard that word. It was spoken to her by a muggle-born third year.

"Dyke."

It didn't mean anything to her at first. She would soon learn what a terrible slur it was. Everywhere she went, it seemed that it was all they would call her. She found only solace sitting alone at night on her four-poster bed with the curtains drawn.

She read books of acceptance and, after nearly four weeks of avoiding her lover- well, maybe not anymore. She finally spoke to her in a deserted hallway.

"You left me to suffer on my own!" Hermione screeched at her. "I had no one. I thought we were supposed to do this together. Maybe we have different things in mind." She turned away from her. "I have to get to class." She didn't say anything else before walking away, but the message was clear to Pansy.

"Should we even bother staying together?"

And with that, they didn't even share more than a glance for nearly a week.



Pansy waited in front of the great hall. Hoping she could grab Hermione and finally talk with her. However, it seemed that she had slipped in with the crowd from earlier. 

She strutted into the great hall and immediately went to her. Pansy could feel their harsh stares in her direction as she got closer. No one had forgotten the article.

"I need to talk to you." She stood behind her. She had expected her to turn to have an adult conversation, but she sat there and read the book in her hand unwavering as Pansy continued to speak to her.

"Look, I know I messed up. Can't we talk about this civilly? I-" "No." Pansy stared at her, confused. Hermione had yet to put her book down. "What do you mean 'No'?" Pansy scoffed.

"You can't just ignore me like this!"

"Why not?" Hermione, finally, put the book down and turned to her. "You did this to me. Can't you imagine how I felt when my girlfriend ignored me for month?"

"Well, I'm here now. That must count for something." Hermione stood and, Pansy could see the tears that had been streaming down her face. "That doesn't matter. You weren't there when they started to take my books or when they forced me to change in a bathroom stall because they thought I was going to peep on them or when they burned my essays."

Hermine quieted her voice. "I went through that all alone while the person who I thought was supposed to be by my side disregarded me."

Pansy couldn't get a word in before Hermione grabbed her wrist and gently squeezed. "I don't blame you for the photo. It's what you did after. We've been done for a while. You have to accept that." She walked away from her and left the hall.

Nothing else was said. Nothing else was needed.