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Pansy was standing near the gates of Hogwarts, along with a large crowd of people also waiting for the prefects to arrive back from their end of year trip. She was perched in the back of the group, eyes squinting as she stood on her tiptoes, scanning the road for Hermione.
It didn’t take long to find her, seeing as her hair was nearly as large as her face, and she was lecturing a group of scrawny 7th years quite loudly. She watched while she shooed them away, her face scrunched in annoyance.
Their eyes met and a toothy smile spread quickly across Hermione’s face. Within a moment she was bounding towards her, only making it a few feet when she slipped in the slick mud.
Pansy inhaled pityingly, making her way over to inspect the damage.
“‘Mione!” she exclaimed, helping the disheveled girl up onto her feet. Thankfully, she’d braced herself in time, so only her hands and knees were covered in mud. “How have you already managed to fall after only bei-”
She didn’t get to finish that thought though, Hermione wrapping her in a tight hug, so tight some might consider it strangulation.
“Oh, I missed you so much.” she mumbled into Pansy’s hair, causing her to blush ferociously. She held on for a second later, before pulling away reluctantly, refusing to meet Pansy’s eyes.
She reached behind her back to find dirt smeared across it.
“Oh, sorry.” Hermione said with a guilty smile and a shrug.
“It’s fine, I’m just so happy to see you. Here, let me help with your bags.” And it was true, usually she’d be mad that her shirt was stained a suspicious looking brown, but all she could think about right now was how much she’d missed that smile.
They made their way back to Hermione’s dorm, Hermione going on about being able to study some strange plant Pansy couldn’t remember the name of up close, how gorgeous the cliffside hotel was, or the way that the dialect up there was so peculiar compared to theirs.
“I mean, nothing against them, it just was quite shocking.” she explained, hand gesturing wildly in the air, the way they only did when she was excited.
“Sorry. I’m rambling.” she said, looking away nervously.
“Don’t be, it’s nice to hear your voice.” And oh, how nice it was. She’d hardly paid attention to what she’d been saying, simply content to nod along to her tinkling voice.
They walked into Hermione’s dorm, a small room in the Gryffindor dorms with an adjacent bathroom, decorated with muggle and magic music posters, Pansy’s paintings and crafts, and an uncountable amount of throw blankets. She sighed happily at being back, having missed the coziness of the space over the past week.
She set her luggage beside the door, “I’m gonna go shower, feel free to put on one of my shirts. We can watch a movie or something after?” Pansy nodded, slipping off her shirt and sliding on one of Hermione’s jumpers, inhaling her scent for as long as she could. She sat on her bed for what felt like hours, waiting impatiently for Hermione.
“Ok, I’m done.”
Pansy sucked in a ragged breath, taking in her dripping hair and the way her shirt curved over her hips. She must have noticed her staring as she waved her hands in front of her face, “Uh, Pans, I was trying to tell you something.”
“Oh, Merlin, sorry. Go on.” she blushed beet red, mentally slapping her own wrist for her ogling. She sat down beside her, and that’s when Pansy noticed how nervous she looked, her eyes darting across the room, her hand fidgeting restlessly at her sides, breathing quick and uneven.
“Are you okay?” she grabbed her hand, squeezing it softly, attempting to comfort her.
It did not work.
“Oh, Pansy!” she was now in a full blown panic, “I need to tell you something.” she bit her lip, eyes leaving hers again, returning to their journey of mapping the room.
“Anything, you’re my best friend, I’ll listen.”
“I realized something while I was on the trip.” Her eyes flicked to the lamp.
“Tell me, it’s okay.” Now they flicked to the Billy Joel poster.
“I missed you a lot.” The abstract portrait of Crooshhanks Pansy made for art class.
“I missed you too.” The elephant stuffie.
“No, I missed you too much. I missed your hair and your laugh and your smile and the way you squint when you sketch. I missed your frustrated huffs and your loopy handwriting and how you talk to me when I’m sad and the way you make me feel.” Her eyes met hers.
“I love you.”
It was Pansy who said it, staring up at Hermione with blinking eyes. Hermione’s own eyes widened, “I-me-uh-uh-love-too.” she stuttered, making Pansy chuckle.
“This is serious.” she said with a huff.
“If it makes you feel better, I missed your huffs too.”
“Can I kiss you?” Hermione whispered.
Pansy nodded, twining her fingers in her hair and pulling them down together, so that Pansy was underneath Hermione. She brought their lips together, placing her hands on either side of her waist. She moaned into the kiss, groaning at the way they melted together, effortlessly sliding against each other.
When they inevitably pulled away for air Hermione hummed, “I like the way my sweater looks on you.”
“Do you now? Because I much prefer it off.” she pulled the fabric over her head, discarding it onto the floor, leaving herself in just her bra and pajama shorts.
Hermione’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. “I prefer it too.” She made quick work of getting rid of her clothes after that, feverishly kissing her exposed flesh while simultaneously pulling off her clothing.
“Jeez, you really want me naked, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes, been waiting for this all week.” she purred.
Pansy shivered and groaned as Hermione pulled down her underwear.