A Slytherin with crushed dreams who longs to be loved and a Gryffindor with a broken heart attempt to find solace in each other, shielding themselves from the damage the war left.
[post-deathly hallows]
[pansmione]
began: march 10, 2018 [ao3.org]
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Pansy sat breathless in the Slytherin common room, tears pooling in her eyes. Draco's form sluggishly entered the dungeon-like space, taking in his friend sitting on the velvet green couch in the center of the room, biting her lip to hold back tears. He rushed to her, giving her promises of getting better, despite the dark purple under his eyes, giving away that he hadn't slept well in months. Pansy let out a sob as she hugged Draco tightly, attempting to ground herself. Neither of them spoke as Draco gently grazed Pansy's back with his fingers.
Waking up the next morning was easy, getting out of bed was the hard part for Pansy. She felt safe in the warm shelter of her duvet, the cool chill of the morning biting at the exposed skin of her face and neck. After a warning from another Slytherin girl that breakfast would end soon, Pansy rose from her bed and hurried to get ready, hoping that she didn't miss Hermione in the Great Hall. With her long back hair plaited in the back and cherry flavored lip gloss coating her lips, she made her way to the Slytherin table and sat beside Draco across from Blaise and Theodore.
The group was irregularly quiet, whereas before, Nott would be chewing obnoxiously loud and Zabini would argue with him about it, leading Draco to yell at the two of them. Then again, was there ever really a 'before'? What was this? What was the silence and the feelings and the anger they all felt? Pansy chalked it up to trauma - the trauma of losing their parents to Azkaban, or death, the trauma of not knowing what to do now, and especially the trauma of the man with the snake-slit eyes who caused it all.
They tried to get better, they really did. Blaise and Pansy sat in a room together for hours in an attempt to talk about what happened to them. All they could do, though, was sit in silence as they felt nothing. Draco wanted so desperately to talk to his mother, to tell her that he wanted to get help for the hole in his chest that caused him to wake up with a tear soaked pillow and screams erupting from his mouth. All he could say, though, was how much he missed his father. He didn't. Theodore said nothing to anyone, thinking his trauma was his alone to deal with. It wasn't. They all thought so hard about getting better that none of them actually knew what it was anymore.
Hermione sat with her back to the Slytherin table. She figured if she couldn't see Pansy, she wouldn't think about what they had done. However, as she thought about Pansy's warm fingers trailing up her stomach, her nails leaving light marks on the bronzed skin, she realized it wasn't working. To her left, Harry talked across the table to Ron and Ginny looked at the Ravenclaw table with dazed eyes and her jaw resting in her hand. Hermione Granger hoped she never saw Pansy Parkinson again, for she knew if she did, she would grab her and never let go.
Of course, that night Hermione walked to the balcony again, secretly hoping that she would fall over it and that would be the end. Pansy stood in the doorway, arguing with herself over whether or not she should make her presence known. She didn't have to, Hermione turned away from the balcony to leave, but got startled by the Slytherin's form.
"We can't do that again," Hermione said firmly.
"Do what?" Pansy asked as she slid closer to the Gryffindor.
Hermione gulped, intimidated. "What we did last night."
"Oh, you mean kiss?" Pansy's pale hand grabbed Hermione's arm, pulling her closer.
"Uh, yeah, that," Hermione spoke weakly.
Pansy looked up at the taller girl through her eyelashes before she placed a light kiss on Hermione's neck.
"Why? Is it because you don't know how?" Hermione pulled away angrily.
"I know how to kiss very well, thank you!"
Pansy smirked as she put her hands up in mock defense, "Prove it then."
Not a second was wasted before their lips met, teeth and tongues clashing in a peaceful war. Hermione grabbed violently at Pansy's hips while the latter let her hands roam under Hermione's silk nightshirt. Neither was sure if it would go any further than roaming hands and aggressive kisses, not that either really cared. When Pansy made the move to drop to her knees and relocate her mouth to the other girl's stomach, they both knew they were in the endgame.
Pansy stood up and quickly led Hermione to the railing of the balcony, pushing her against the cold cement. She dropped back onto her knees and pulled at the lavender silk shorts that seemed destined to gather her attention. Her breath hitched when she noticed there was nothing under them.
"Wait," Hermione said, breathless, "give me the shorts." When she received the purple fabric, she placed them on top of the railing and promptly lifted herself to sit on top of them.
Gently spreading Hermione's knees, Pansy desperately hoped no one was wandering the corridors, not that she would stop. When she kissed the inside of her thighs, Hermione let out a quiet moan, to which Pansy smirked.
"Gods, Granger, haven't even started yet," she teased, "how long has it been for you?"
"Uh," Hermione bit her lip, her cheeks flushing.
Pansy quickly stood up at this, "You're telling me you were with Weasley for two years and you two never..." Hermione looked away, embarrassed, and shook her head. Pansy laughed, bewildered, "Well I'm not about to fuck you on the railing of a balcony for your first time!"
"But I..." Hermione was at a loss, wishing Pansy had not said anything at all.
"Where's that Room of Requirement you lot used for the DA meetings?"
