A New Witch

Who's that girl?

"Mione, I think this is the most daring thing I've ever known you to do."
"I know! I can't believe I'm actually walking around in nothing but a trench coat!" Hermione giggled to herself, covering her mouth when people turned to look at her.
"Stop giggling! Think sexy thoughts, Granger, sexy thoughts."
"Yes. Yes, sexy. Sexy Hermione."
Hermione's best friend laughed down the phone.
"If this doesn't fix your sex life, I honestly don't know what will."
Hermione hummed in agreement. It'd been a rough few months, but she was determined to fix it.
"Just get to the apparation point before the press gets a shot of your p-"
"Yes, yes Pansy I get it. I'm here now, I'll let you know how it goes, tonight."

Hermione hung up the phone and gripped her coat tightly, even though it was buttoned right to the top. Stepping up to the apparition point, she pictured her living room, hoping to pop right in on her unsuspecting fiance and give him a show. She was blushing just thinking about it.
Feeling the usual pull behind her navel, she closed her eyes and spun away.

She was shocked that he wasn't sitting in the living room, in front of the TV, as usual, but took advantage of the moment alone, unbuttoning the trench coat that covered her naked body. She heard the stairs creak behind her and turned around to see Ron Weasley standing at the bottom of the stairs, wide eyed with surprise.
Hermione felt her stomach flutter, happy to have surprised him with her early arrival.

"Mione, I... Uh... I thought you were on your business trip until tomorrow." His face was beet red by this point, thrilling her even more, she seemed to have him flustered already.

"I was missing you Ronald." She felt her face begin to heat, but pushed it down.

Sexy Hermione, sexy.
She turned her back to him, mentally preparing herself and gripping the coat with both hands. She lowered her voice to sound as alluring as possible.

"I want you Ron."
Hermione closed her eyes, spun around and flung open the coat, revealing her naked body to him.
Hearing nothing, she opened her eyes to see Ron, wide eyed and red faced, which pleased her, until someone stepped out from behind him.

It wasn't until that point that she realised how strange his actions were. He hadn't been sitting in the living room, like he was every day since he quit his job, instead, coming from upstairs. He hadn't happily greeted her, as he did most days when she got home from work.
And he was in nothing but his boxer shorts.

It was 3P.M.

Hermione grabbed her coat from the floor and wrapped it around herself, finally allowing a blush to take over her body.

"Who's that girl Ron?" The girl asked, scowling at her.
The. Fucking. Audacity.

"Who's that girl Ronald?" Hermione snapped, barely containing her anger. The mystery girl was absolutely stunning. Long blonde hair, slim figure, massive boobs. She also stood there in nothing but Ron's Chudley Cannons t-shirt. Hermione wasn't thick. She knew what was going on.

"Uh... Um... Hermione, this is Lisa, she works at the shop down the road. Lisa, this is Hermione. My... Erm."
"His fiancé." She crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was with anyone else." Lisa genuinely looked guilty, but it wasn't her that Hermione was angry with.
"No it's fine, Lisa, it's him who's the complete arsehole."

Hermione was pretty sure that, if this girl wasn't a Muggle, she would have hexed Ron multiple times by now, but she knew as soon as Lisa had asked who she was. After all, the whole of the wizarding world knew who the female third of the golden trio was.

She could tell that Ron knew this, because he looked terrified.

"Y..you weren't s..supposed to be back until to.. tomorrow." He stuttered. Hermione was pretty sure that flames had appeared in her eyes, Ron even took a step back, holding up his hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I interrupt your cheating by coming home early? I do apologise Ronald, pardon me!" Her shoulders were heaving as she breathed heavily, trying her best not to explode.
"I'll just... Go" Lisa whispered, taking a step back upstairs.
"No, Lisa, don't bother. Have him."

With that, Hermione stormed out of her house, slipped into the alleyway and apparated to the first place she could think of.

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Pansy Parkinson was sitting in her living room, reading her new romance novel, when she heard the pop of apparation from her hallway. Looking towards the door, she frowned in confusion. She knew that only a few people were allowed past her wards, but wasn't expecting anyone as all of her friends were busy. Closing her book, she stood and placed it on the end table before making her way to the hallway, but before she could open the door, she heard the telltale sniffles of her best friend.
Throwing open the door, she ran to her best friends side, finding her sitting on the floor, sobbing her heart out.

"Hermione? Hermione what's wrong?" She was beginning to panic, not used to seeing the strong woman she knew, in such a state. Pansy tugged at Hermione's arms until she sat up and looked at her, tears streaming down her face and her eyes puffy and red.

"He's fucking Lisa!" She blurted out, before collapsing back into a heap and sobbing once more. Pansy didn't have a clue who Lisa was, but she instantly knew who 'he' was.

"Fucking Weasel." She spat, through gritted teeth. "C'mon, let's get you a drink." Pansy pulled a reluctant Hermione to her feet and led her to her in home bar.

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"I swear, mione, tell me where she works and I'll avada her myself!" Pansy and Hermione had been drinking for hours and we're slurring every word they said.

"No, no. It's not her fault Pans, she didn't even know, it's his, the... The... The ginger fuck." Hermione hiccuped.

"I told you years ago that you deserve better than him Hermione, but d -hiccup- do you listentome? No." Pansy rolled her eyes as she teetered on her stool. "'I love him Pans, he's a good man Pans'. Pfft." Her impression of Hermione had them both laughing until they fell from the bar stools, too drunk to care, they got comfortable and lay on the plush carpet, heads together.
Hermione sighed "I suppose I'll have to find somewhere to live." She dragged her hand down her face, dreading finding somewhere on such short notice.

"You can stay here, the girls won't mind."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She liked Millicent, Daphne and Astoria, but they were a bit much. All of them were now models for just about every advertising company in the wizarding world. Even Millie, who had really grown into her looks. Pansy was too, but she wasn't as over the top as the others. All they talked about was makeup, clothes and other girly shit that Hermione just was not into.

"Nah, I wouldn't want to get under your feet.  Minerva is always offering me a room at the castle, I suppose I could take her up on that." She shrugged.

Pansy shot up from the floor, nearly falling right on top of Hermione, before regaining her balance. She pointed a finger down at her.
"You listen to me Hermione Granger, I told you back when you took that job that I wouldn't let you become one of the loveless hermits that live in that castle, and I meant it!"

Hermione attempted to speak, but Pansy had other ideas. Dropping back down to her knees, she slapped her hand over Hermione's mouth.

"No! Hermione. I mean no disrespect to the rest of the teachers at Hogwarts, they're honestly amazing, brilliant, that's why you fit in," Pansy smiled, always proud of her best friend "but you are more than your brain, Hermione. More than just the brightest witch of our age. More than just the brains behind the golden trio." Hermione raised an incredulous eyebrow at her. "you are! And you're definitely more than just a run of the mill Hogwarts professor. You deserve a life, after everything you gave up for the wizarding world, no one deserves happiness more than you, Granger."
Hermione smiled beneath her best friend's hand, feeling ridiculously lucky that she bumped into this girl 10 years ago. Pansy slowly removed her hand, before sitting back on her bum and continuing. "I love you Hermione, you're my best friend."

Hermione sat up, flinging her arms around pansy as tears filled her eyes. "I love you too pans. Ok, Hogwarts is off the table. But I need to find somewhere to live, and soon."

Pansy leaned back and smiled, mischievously at her "I think I know somewhere."