The Game - Pansmione

Chapter Five

They had decided that the best route of action for somebody like Draco was to visit his godfather. Pansy would convince him to bring both Hermione and Harry along, and they would gauge if he was being genuine. Maybe with all of them around, he'd feel slightly threatened into telling the truth. Parkinson felt confident in their plan, so she yawned as she observed Hermione packing up.

"Gr—Hermione," She corrected. "Are you sure it's not past curfew? We've been here for hours."

She started. "Oh my god! It is!" She plopped down on the couch beside Parkinson. "What are we going to do?"

Pansy's eyes became suspiciously interested in the decor. "You could always stay here the night. I've done it before. It's better than detention with Filch."

"Are...you sure?"

"Yes."

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Hard as she had tried, Hermione couldn't make a second bed appear and neither could Parkinson. The couch was much too hard to sleep on, so they had opted for sharing a bed. Each girl designated to their own side.

Pansy awoke to screaming. Big, loud, sobbing screams. She fell out of bed and then realized that Granger was thrashing in her sleep mumbling words which she would only understand later were "Bellatrix! No!".

She crawled back into the bed, going over to Hermione's side and shaking her lightly. "Hermione. Granger. Hermione." She repeated. The girl did not wake. Eventually she thought of one last thing, she let herself cocoon the girl with her body, an arm keeping her in place. The pressure seemed to work as she calmed down. "Hermione?" She tried again and this time the brunette opened her eyes slowly.

"What happened?" She croaked. She made no move to get out of Parkinson's embrace.

"You were having a nightmare. I— thought the pressure might help relieve your panic. I read about it somewhere."

"Thank you." Spoke Hermione, sleepily. "But, we should go back to bed. I set the alarm to wake us a bit earlier, okay?"

Pansy nodded and as she made to move her arms from Granger, the brunette shook her head. So they stayed like that. Pansy couldn't help but smile. Granger had gotten really beautiful, and just having a moment like this—even if it didn't mean anything, meant everything to her because it meant that she was doing things right this time.