Random Harry Potter One shots

Taunting (Pansmione)

It had all started with sneaked glances; carefully maneuvered and strategically planned, at least by Pansy Parkinson.

In the halls, during meals, and very often in classes.

An observer would not go as far as to suspect anything of the sly Slytherin, as subtle the glances remained.

Anything more than such a glance was far too precarious.

These calculated stolen glimpses slowly became the focus of Pansy's Hogwarts career. She spent more time planning these scarce moments than she did studying.

Not to mention the time Pansy spent formulating witty taunts to spew unconcernedly towards the bushy haired Hermione Granger. 

Much thought goes into every sentence, every word one prepares to say to someone they fancy.

With this in mind, Pansy could only imagine how she came up with this statement.

"Well, do tell, Granger, how you managed to tame that monstrosity you call hair? Did you manage to fight the frizz by finally applying Sleekzes to your pretty little head? It's a wonder that the rest of you has matured beautifully."

Upon realizing she had been addressed, Hermione had whipped her soft, perfect coils of caramel hair around to face the Slytherin. Her nose had crinkled slightly like, Pansy noticed, it always did when the young muggle born was analyzing information supplied to her.

Raising one flawlessly shaped brow, Hermione replied sounding rather amused.

"For all you manage to insult and compliment me, one would assume you fancied me."

And though Pansy knew she would regret it, though she knew there would be backlash, she still uttered the first words that came to mind.

"I apologise, but I do. Sadly, I spend many nights scribbling at an old piece of parchment, attempting to find something to say that you'll react to. So much time planning the scarce looks I  slant in your direction. For all your intelligence, it took you almost six years to discover my feelings for you."

Pansy was perplexed to see mirrored despair in Hermione's eyes.

With impulsiveness she had never known before, Pansy grasped the stupid, red and gold colored tie Hermione wore tight round her neck, and pulled the curly haired witch close.

"Of all houses, why must you be a Gryffindor?"

Ceasing the surprised chortle of the witch, Pansy connected their lips.

Though slightly chapped (no doubt from chewing on them during exams), Hermione's lips were full, round, and deliciously warm.

The manner by which their lips moved together melted Pansy's hard exterior completely. 

For the first time in her life, Pansy Parkinson grazed ecstasy. And she would not be letting go of said ecstasy any time soon.

Smiling truly, the dark haired witch pulled away, but only so Hermione was allowed room to breathe.

"You dumbfound me, Pansy Parkinson."

Laughing softly, Pansy drew the Gryffindor into her arms, confident knowing she had all the confirmation she needed.

As it turns out, small, hopeful, careful glances can travel a great deal.