You smell like flowers, it's sweet.

Os Pansmione

~Heyyyy how are you guys? I just had an idea for a Pansmione One shot in English at like 2 Am so here I am 💀
Just remember it's like the first time I post in English and even if I checked a thousand times if there was any mistakes, it's not my first language so you can correct me if you want. I'm sorry if there's some mistakes...
I never had a Pansmione OS idea before, I'm more into Drarry but honestly Pansmione and Linny are part of my fav ships in Harry Potter!!
Oh and this story is mine, but the characters and the universe are JK Rowling's! Same for the cover I have, it's not mine bc I'm too lazy to make one at 2 Am but the creator did a really great job.
Hope you all have a great day/night
M. ~

Hermione is crying in an empty classroom, alone, at night after she saw Ron and Lavender. Harry didn't come, maybe because he thought she needed some space, or maybe he just didn't care about her.
"Stop thinking that!" she said in her head. "Harry cares about me, he's always saying it."

Her vision was blurred with tears, so she heard more than she saw someone coming in front of her. Hermione didn't care much, she just wiped her tears away with her arm and stopped sniffing because it wasn't elegant.

The person in front of the Gryffindor sighed and said in a mocking tone:

"You look like shit."
"Sweet, in all the people in Hogwarts, it happened to be Parkinson", thought Hermione. "I don't know why you're here, Pugface, but you can go now", she said out loud.
"Pugface has a name you know, it's Pansy." said the Slytherin with an offended look on her face.
"Great, Parkinson. Now, you can go" Hermione answers, looking at her with humid eyes.
"P-a-n-s-y"

The puffy-haired girl laughed, with a little smile on her face. She didn't know how to react actually, but this "late-night-Pansy-Parkinson" seemed to be funny. She wiped her eyes again and turned her head to look at the moon outside the window.
Pansy followed her gaze and starred at the sky for a few minutes. A question grew in her  mind as she looked at the girl in front of her again: "Why is she crying?"

So, with her natural impulsivity, she took Hermione's chin between two fingers and forced her to look at her in the eyes. She then  smelled a sweet perfume, natural and hypnotizing coming out of her hair. Pansy didn't know why the fuck it came out loud, but she tilted her head on the side and said:
"You smell like flowers, it's sweet."
Saying that Hermione was surprised would be an understatement. She was flabbergasted.
"What?" she responded, with wide-opened eyes. "Hum... Thanks?"
Pansy started to realize what she said, and her cheeks coloured in a bright pink tone. "Quite cute," Hermione suddenly said in her head before shaking it a few times. "No, not cute. Ugly. Horrible. Beautiful. NO!!"

"You're not gonna leave, are you?" the Gryffindor asked after a brief moment.
"Because you think I'm going to leave you alone right now? I'm a Slytherin, I'm naturally curious and I want to know why you were crying like a madeleine in this ugly classroom," Pansy answered.
"You're going to mock me again Pansy..."
"Okay? And what if I say that I'm not going to mock you?" she smirked.

A comfortable silence settled between the two girls as they were looking in each other eyes. Pansy released Hermione's chin and she sighed while sitting next to her on the floor.

"You think I'm going to mock you now? I just ruined my robes by sitting on this dirty floor," said the black-haired girl with a grin on her face.
"Oh... Poor little thing!" replied Hermione in a laugh. Tears definitely left her expression by now. "Maybe would you want to sit on my vest, princess?"
"First, I'm not a "poor little thing" like you say," Pansy said, in fake shock. "And second, I deserve to be treated like a queen, not a vulgar princess."

Hermione laughed lightly as Pansy looked at her with a proud look on her face. After a few minutes, the room became silent again, but Pansy still heard the puffy-haired girl's laugh in echo inside her ears.

After what seemed like thirty seconds, but was actually much more than that, Hermione started to speak:
"It's Ron."
"Oh, what did the Weasel do again?"
Tears came back onto the Gryffindor's cheeks as she remembered the red-haired boy kissing Lavender at the party.
"I just thought he was a bit smarter than that. He kissed Lavender Brown at the party after the Quidditch match. And-"

Her voice broke when Pansy put her head onto her shoulder and she started crying again, the nose hide in the short black hair. Her hands agrippes Pansy's uniform and the Slytherin answered her silent favour by hugging her tight.

They were interrupted by voices coming out from the corridor, and three seconds after, Ron entered the classroom with a laughing Lavender behind him. Her laugh stopped when she saw who Ron was starring at and she remained silent. Pansy made a rude gesture towards the redhead and Hermione raised her head slightly.

"Oh, I think there's already people," said Lavender, pulling Ron's hand. "Come on Ron, let's find another spot!"
But Ron didn't move. His eyes just went from his best friend to his hand, to his best friend again.

Hermione suddenly took out her wand and a dozen paper birds flew straight towards Ron and Lavender. Ron seemed to wake up and rushed out of the classroom, slamming the door. The birds stuck their beaks violently into the hard wood and the Gryffindor sighed deeply.

"Damn, you're crazy..." Pansy whispers with a wide smile on her face. "You're crazy, and it's hypnotizing."
"And I smell like flowers?" Hermione replied, smiling as the other girl blushes furiously.
"It's true..." she responded simply.
Hermione pulled Pansy's hair to her nose for a second and hummed her scent. They were soft, and smelled like fresh mint and pine.
"You smell like a pine forest, I love it," says the light-brown haired girl, smiling.
Her smile widened as she turned her head to see the Slytherin smiling too.

"Friends?" Pansy asked after some time.
Hermione blushed, and hugged Pansy.
"Friends, P-a-n-s-y." she whispered. She added in her head: "And maybe I could get to know you more, you and your cute ugly horrible beautiful pink tone on your cheeks when you say things you don't want to."
"Don't ever dare call me Pugface again, you bitch," Pansy said laughing and hugging Hermione tighter.