Accepted (Drarry/Pansmione/Linny)

Chapter Two - Pansy

"Girls, breakfast!" came a shout from downstairs.

Pansy grumbled and released Hermione's hand. She ran her hand through her hair and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel.

"Hermione, it's time to get up."

"No..." Hermione whined.

"Girls?" Mrs. Granger called again.

"We're coming Mum!" Pansy yelled.

Hermione finally stood up from her makeshift bed on the floor of the bathroom and rubbed her eyes.

"Your hair is a mess," Pansy commented.

Hermione glared and grabbed her hairbrush.

"Oh, don't bother," Pansy said, grabbing a hair elastic. She put Hermione's hair in a low pony tail. "That'll do until after breakfast."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Lets go."

The two girls headed downstairs and sat at their usual spots at the dining table. Mr. Granger placed plates of fried eggs in front of them.

"Thanks Dad," Pansy said.

"I smell bacon," Hermione said. She gave her dad a look.

Mr. Granger chuckled. "Yes dear, your mother made bacon. She'll bring it out in a minute. Eat your eggs first."

Hermione dug into her eggs and Pansy rolled her eyes at her. Hermione was a total carnivore.

Pansy began eating her eggs and grinned up at the Grangers as the entered with a plate of bacon.

"Would you like something to drink, girls?" Mrs. Granger asked.

Hermione swallowed her eggs and turned to Pansy. "Anything?"

"Orange juice?"

"Two glasses of orange juice please, Mum," Hermione confirmed.

Mrs. Granger disappeared into the kitchen as her husband sat down. She returned with a tray of two glasses of orange juice, one glass of milk, and one glass of water. Hermione and Pansy each took a glass of orange juice and took a sip.

"Aren't you visiting your friends today, Pansy?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Oh, yes, Pinka will take me."

Hermione's parents shared a look. They still were clearly not used to having a house elf, and they refused to let her do housework. Pinka mostly just made sure that neither Pansy nor Hermione died, and kept the Grangers from catching them sleeping outside on the few nights they did that. She was also used for transportation, and had taken Pansy to Abella's funeral a few weeks ago. Pansy and Hermione kept that little journey a secret from Mrs. and Mr. Granger. Neither of them thought that they would approve.

The funeral was a miserable affair. It was just Pansy, Fernand, Pinka, and Bitty, another house elf that Abella had been mildly fond of. Pansy and Fernand had spoken to each other civilly at least, discussing her new living arrangements, and Fernand had given her the key to her personal vault, as well as a shrunken bag filled with all of her belongings from the manor. It was really quite kind of him, actually. Disowning usually involved in being stripped of your belongings, but Pansy supposed Fernand still cared about her at least a little.

"Are you going to Millicent's mother's or father's?" Hermione asked.

"Father's," Pansy said. "I finally get to meet Fifi!"

Hermione rolled her eyes fondly and grabbed some bacon. "And Tracey will be there?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that nice."