She knows that they all see her as such. Arthur, Leon, Gaius. Even Merlin, who distrusts almost everyone on some level, thinks she’s a good person. Sure, he hasn’t informed her about his magic yet but he comes to her, leans on her.
Still, Gwen knows, she isn’t a good person.
There are moments Gwen relives in her dreams. The moment her father died. The day Elyan left home. Her first kiss with Arthur.
Recently, the moment Gwen can’t escape from is the moment Morgana pointed a sword to her throat and told Gwen the prophecy.
Despite the death and changes that have occurred in her life, that was the most defining moment. And it wasn’t the fear of dying, it was hearing that she, a simple house servant, was going to wear a crown in Camelot.
Her mother had been a believer of magic. She had warned Gwen growing up how magic can trick and deceive, but also how it can illuminate and tell truth.
At that moment, Gwen had felt it. Had felt the truth in Morgana’s words. That she Guinevere Smith daughter of a Blacksmith, would sit on the throne of Camelot.
She has only told one person about Morgana’s prophecy, and that was Lancelot. It had been late. Lancelot had been keeping Gwen company in the kitchen as she tidied up. Nothing salacious, until the sun continued to lower.
She had told Lancelot because she knew she wasn’t being fair to him. He believed her when she told him what Morgana had said. And he had trusted her so easily it made Gwen care for him even deeper. “Arthur will be blessed by the gods to have you as a bride,” Lancelot whispered as he hugged her goodnight. And then with a small bow he smiled and s added, “Sweet dreams, my Queen.”
But Gwen had stayed awake that night. Replaying Lancelot’s words. Basking in the confidence he exalted, declaring that Gwen would marry Arthur. And yet, Gwen herself was uncertain, thinking about the other Pendragon with a claim to the throne living miles away.
See Gwen isn’t a good person because she’s in love with two people.
A brother and sister, two polar opposites, current enemies at war.
And the love she carries for them both is fierce.
But back when Morgana had told her of the prophecy, the night Morgana drew a sword to Gwen’s neck and changed her life forever, then Gwen had only been in love with one person.
Gwen had loved Morgana, and Morgana alone, so much that there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t have done for her.
Gwen isn’t a good person because had Morgana asked, Gwen would have sat next to her.
And now that the final battle is drawing nearer, Gwen walks around with guilt, not nerves.
Gwen isn’t a good person because even with a Pendragon crest on her wedding finger, if Morgana were to ask Gwen, Gwen wouldn’t know what to do.
1) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other?
They both do. And it’s so incredibly obvious that they’re trying to impress each other. Dr. Wendy Lawson doesn’t understand how she’s recruited the smartest, most talent pilots in the air force, and yet they’d both rather attempt a “Pugachev’s Cobra” vertical pull up than just admit their feelings.
2) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?
Carol doesn’t really get tired anymore. She sleeps at night, but she doesn’t get exhausted until she’s flown around the earth a couple times. Carol doesn’t pick up that Maria’s is staying up just for her, until Maria starts to nod off during a show called “Friends.” Maria looks so peaceful curled up against her that Carol decides not to wake her. Instead sweeping Maria into her arms wedding style and heading for their bed.
“You can carry me?” Maria asks, groggily as she slowly wakes.
Carol smirks, “I can carry you.”
“That’s hot,” Maria says before drifting off back to sleep.
3) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?
Maria has a beautiful voice, but neither are them are blessed with poem or song writing skills. Although, one year for their anniversary Carol wrote in her card to Maria:
“Roses are Red,
Vases are glass
I love your body, soul, and mind,
Especially, dat ass”
4) Who orders take out at two in a morning?
Carol breaks thru the Earth atmosphere, makes a quick stop in Italy, before landing in the front yard of her favorite place in the galaxy.
It’s late at night, almost 2am, so she’s mindful as she creeps past her and Maria’s bedroom and sneaks into Monica’s. It’s been two whole months and she’s missed her family.
“Lieutenant Trouble “ Carol says, sitting on the edge of Monica’s bed.
Carol watches as Monica wakes up, blinks at her twice, before jolting awake and embracing Carol in a hug.
“Aunt Carol, you’re back!” Monica exclaims
“Yeah baby, I am,” Carol says smiling down at Monica.
“Hungry?” Carol asks, and Monica’s face breaks out into a giant smile.
Tomorrow Monica will be off at school and Carol can’t wait until 3pm to hear all about her daughter’s life.
At the kitchen table Monica tells Carol stories about basketball try-outs and her report on Ancient Egypt and Carol tells Monica about the international trade negotiation she supervised. All the while eating an oven ready pizza from Rome.
5) How do they celebrate Halloween?
Christmas sucked. Thanksgiving was a mess. But Halloween was always great. Carol didn’t need her parents to put together a Halloween costume. And unlike other holidays where she was forced to spend time with “family”, Halloween was a holiday when she got to be someone else and leave them all behind.
Maria never cared about Halloween. Her super Baptist mother called it “The Devil’s Holiday”. She rarely went trick or treating as a kid and when she got older dressing up seemed like a childish thing to do.
Maria had planned on forgoing a costume. “You dress up just to stay home?” But Maria changes her mind as she learns Halloween matters to Carol.
She knows Carol is being a ghostbuster, so she decides to follow suit.
Of course Maria’s costume doesn’t have nearly the same amount of details as Carol’s jumpsuit. Nor did she make a ghostbusters Proton Pack projector, but she’s cut a logo made out of paper and sewed in on an old air force suit. Plus she dresses 8 month-old Monica as the cutest Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
When Carol arrives home Maria expects Carol to be happy and excited, and of course to fawn over Monica’s chubby cheeks, but she doesn’t expect Carol to cry.
Immediately Maria rushes over and pulls Carol close, carefully balancing Monica on her hip, and just holds her.
It’s moments like this when Maria gets angry that Carol had to grow up in home that never valued Carol. Maria plus Carol even tighter.
“I love you. We love you,” Maria whispers softly, speaking for baby Monica who only eats mushed peas and carrots for Carol. “We’re your family, you’re our family, and we love you.” And Maria vows that she’ll keep saying it until Carol fully believes it.
The thing is-- Carol doesn’t think she could ever stop loving Maria.
It’s a truth that she had to confront the night Maria showed up on her door step, positive pregnancy test in hand, talking about moving in with Frank. Because in that moment Carol had experienced the total definition of a breaking heart. The realization that the best friend Carol loved more than a friend was off to live a full and complete life without her. Any idiot would self-preservation would have slowly distanced themselves from their impossible crush, but Carol had rushed forward, took Maria into her arms, made promises about staying by her side a best friend wasn’t capable to make.
Carol could never stop loving Maria.
Even when she’s kidnapped by a colonial alien race. Even when that alien’s technology try to erase every detail about her life, Carol could never stop loving Maria.
And years later, when Carol returns to Maria. When Carol can wrap her arms around her love and gently kiss the back of Maria’s neck, she tells her “I could never stop loving you”
Maria turns around in Carol’s arm, their chest pressed close, their eyes meeting and says “I could never stop loving you”
And Carol thinks, at least this longing goes both ways
Summary: Cheryl and Toni stay behind after Vixen practice
“You coming to Pop’s,” Josie asks after Vixen practice, Cheryl shakes her head as she unzips her skirt, standing there in a gray sports bra and underwear.
“Can’t,” Cheryl responds shortly.
“Really?” Josie asks but doesn’t press Cheryl.
“Your loss,” Veronica adds snippy, perhaps a tad upset with how Cheryl ran practice today. It wasn’t Cheryl’s fault that they were all as useless as purity rings on hookers.
The rest of the group follows Josie and Veronica out, all of them already laughing and jovial about the Friday night they’re about to have.
And then it’s just her and Toni Topaz, alone.
Cheryl sits and focuses on keeping her eyes on unlacing her tennis shoes, and not drifting towards the brown-skinned woman changing at the far end of the bench.
Cheryl doesn’t always stay back. Even though at this point, Cheryl is 95% confident of what will happen if she does.
And honestly, Cheryl considers that growth. That she doesn’t always give in to her bodies deviant wants, but Cheryl has been so good lately, so well-behaved, she likes to think of this as a reward for not one hand relief to impure thoughts.
And so Cheryl stalls in the locker room until Antoinette Topaz looks to her with that knowing charming enthralling smirk, no smile. Toni only smiles at her.
Cheryl hasn’t gone back on her belief that Toni Topaz is nothing more than Serpent Scum, that doesn’t mean that Cheryl doesn’t find the pink-haired woman the most beautiful person Cheryl has ever seen.
Cheryl will continue to speak no more than 100 words to Toni, none them kind, outside of this. But here she tries to return the kindness Toni offers her, she goes as far as to think of her as T.T.
Toni, half-dressed in her yellow Vixen’s sports bra and regulatory blue shorts, moves to Cheryl assuredly. Her walk confident as if knows Cheryl is going to follow along with Toni’s plans.
Toni settles to the ground in front of Cheryl.
Cheryl stays still as she looks down at Toni kneeling between her legs. A mix of nerves and anticipation. There’s a tight knot in her stomach as she sits in her bra and underwear wondering what Toni is going to do.
“You were extra tough today, Bombshell,” Toni says, running her hands along Cheryl’s thighs, gently urging Cheryl to spread them wider.
“The other girls get upset but I don’t mind. A woman should know how to take charge,”
Cheryl nods even though her mind is a far from Vixen practice. Toni smiles at her, bright brown eyes, and removes her underwear. When they get stuck between her and the bench Cheryl raises her hips.
“Thank you,” Toni says so polite, so cordial, like Cheryl just held the door. Smiling, as she shimmies the underwear down Cheryl’s legs.
It’s not the first time, nor second, that Toni has stared at her bare pussy before, but Cheryl doubts that she will ever get used to this.
Toni’s eyes light up with wonder. Her gaze so piercing it makes Cheryl want to close her legs, but she knows from experience that Toni will just hold them open further.
“May I?” Toni asks, saccharine sweet. Even if it’s Cheryl giving consent, she is certainly not the one in charge.
She nods her head, knows from experience that Toni needs to hear the words. “yes.”
Toni looks pleased as she says, “Thank you”
Cheryl watches as Toni inches closer, her nose brushing Cheryl’s pubes, inhaling. Toni traces her thumbs on Cheryl’s lips before spreading her labia apart.
Cheryl spends every other minute of the day trying to tear Toni down, and Toni responds with none of that hostility. The way Toni looks at her, the way she touches her, makes Cheryl wonders if Toni is like this with anyone else, or is this divine appreciate just for her.
Toni’s tongue a broad lick, and Cheryl squeaks.
She pulls back, places a finger to lips reminding Cheryl that they need to be quiet since what they’re up to is extremely forbidden. Fraternizing on school campus, but where would they go? To Thistlehouse? To the Southside?
Cheryl bows her head and Toni smiles at Cheryl before bending towards and eating her fully, tongue tracing her lips before fucking her deeply.
Cheryl knows how wet she is, knows Toni knows how wet she is. It’s slightly ridiculous how worked up Toni can make Cheryl from a few gazes that last too long, an inconspicuous shoulder graze, Cheryl is putty around Toni, hopeless under her hands.
Toni fucks her. Toni’s got two fingers curled inside her, and her tongue is slowly flicking her clit.
Cheryl’s arriving at the conclusion that no one feels as good as Toni, nothing or no one could ever feel as good as Antionette “T.T” Topaz
It doesn’t take long before Cheryl’s raising her hips and fucking herself on Toni’s fingers. She fights against running her fingers through Toni’s soft pink hair and calling out T.T. Instead she bites her lip and grabs onto the locker room bench until her knuckles turn white.
When she comes, Toni moans, louder than Cheryl’s own shuttered gasp, and the thought of Toni liking her taste sends another shudder through Cheryl.
When Cheryl comes down her forehead is sweaty and the edges of her hairline are damp. She rests her weight on her hands leaning back on the bench. A red flush covering her face and chest. Such a contradiction to Toni who’s sitting back on her heels, composed minus the shine on her cheeks.
“You’re adorable, Bombshell,”
“I’m exquisite, not adorable,” with all the haughtiness of a Blossom.
“Fine. Exquisite,” Toni leans forward and licks Cheryl’s cheek. Which is disgusting and unsanitary and also fills Cheryl with butterflies.
Typically this is where their escapades end. They both get dressed. Cheryl goes off to join the Vixens and Toni goes off probably with the Serpents. Cheryl’s not interested in sitting at Pop's while half the squad glares at her and the other half are too afraid to make eye contact.
Toni never glares at her. Toni never looks away.
“Topaz” Toni turns around, for a moment Cheryl is distracted Toni’s harden nipples through her bra.
“Would you like—” she starts again, “Can I reciprocate?”
Toni doesn’t hide the look of surprise and then elation. Toni doesn’t hide much from Cheryl.
“Whatever you want, Bombshell.”
Cheryl smiles, as she reaches out a hand to cradle Toni’s face. She deserves this.
You never thought you’d get to be this happy. You never thought you’d be happy again. And perhaps the craziest aspect about that wasn’t the level of despair you had sunken to before her, but the complete normalcy being not depressed but not happy had become.
You still don’t believe in soulmates. You don’t believe in a one true love. You are completely aware that this relationship has nothing to due with you. It exists to the pure charity of her. It exists because of her patience, her intuitiveness, her joy.
She could find happiness with someone else, maybe anyone else. You know you couldn’t do the same. Of course, her nature is to disagree. To shake her head, and softly cradle your face, as she whispers nothing but kind love-steeped words “You’re so beautiful. You’re so strong and intelligent. I’m blessed to be with you.”
You come to accept her words even if you don’t deserve them. Because everyone knows you’re acidic, and possessive, and jealous. But you’re trying to change, for her. Because you have her, and she somehow wants you. And for the first time in forever you’re happy and you never thought you’d be happy again.
Carol has the genius idea that they can cut Monica’s hair. “Why pay someone 40 bucks when we can do it ourselves?” And the thing is, unlike Carol’s other ideas, Maria kinda gets on board. Monica is two years old, what could go wrong? The answer: A lot.
There is a solid 3 months of photos missing in Monica’s baby book.
10) Who cries during titanic and who keeps it in?
Maria’s the one who wants to go see it. She loves romantic movies and has been a fan of Leonardo DiCaprio since they saw Romeo + Juliet together. Carol isn’t really a fan, she prefers horror movies and thrillers, but she goes with Maria. Carol isn’t expecting to get so emotional. She finds herself holding back tears at the end. She looks over at Maria to see how she is holding up, and can’t help but chuckle at Maria who is sobbing.
11) Who is more likely to cheat?
It’s been six years.
Maria doesn’t think it would be considered cheating when Carol didn’t even remember her. Carol didn’t even know she was gay, so Maria expects that there were other people/aliens in Carol’s life. She can’t expect that someone as beautiful as Carol wouldn’t have any lovers.
Carol doesn’t see any unknown people in the photos on the mantel, nor does she see any extra clothes in the closet. It doesn’t mean that there was never another person in Maria’s life. There could have been someone she loved after Carol left, just like there was someone she loved before Carol.
They both haven’t started the conversation, one that they both needs to happen eventually.
It’s Maria who broaches the subject.
“Was Yon-Rogg more than a mentor?” Maria asks one night when they’re seated on the couch watching Seinfeld.
“I would understand,” Maria continues, “I, umm, I dated after you-when you were gone.”
“You did?” Carol says.
“Nothing serious. A few one night stands. There was this dentist for a while, six months, but it didn’t work out.”
“A dentist?” Carol
“Dennis. He was nice. But he wanted something serious. it took me six months to decide that I didn’t.”
“But Yon-Rogg, you loved him?” Maria asks, getting back to her original question. She’s heard too much about him and also not enough.
Carol nods, “I wasn’t in love with him, but I did love him. He was the only one I felt knew me.”
“I’m glad you had him,” Maria says, and she means it. Even if he did end up being the reason why Carol was taken from her. She’s glad Carol had someone when she couldn’t be there for her.
“So...turning down a dentist. Your mother couldn’t have been happy,” Carol states.
Maria laughs, “Oh no. She was absolutely devastated. But Monica was happy she thought he was boring.”
“I bet he was.” Carol feels a surge of pride for favorite Lieutenant.
“Oh,100%. He had nothing on the bold, beautiful, courageous woman I knew in my heart I was still in love with.”
“I waited,” Maria says. She needs Carol to know this. That she didn’t, she couldn’t, just move on without her.
“I know,”
Carol kisses Maria, with tongue and passion. Maria lets Carol lean her backward onto the couch. Maria lets out a moan as Carol slides her hands under Maria’s shirt. Carol kisses down Maria’s neck. Screw Dennis Carol thinks as she sucks a hickey on Maria’s neck. She had Maria now.
Caitlin assumed her receptionist wrote the wrong birth year on her patient chart. But when she walks into the room, the woman sitting in the exam chair is certainly not 17-years old.
She's got beautiful brown skin and long curled black hair that stops perfectly below her shoulder. She's dressed in form-fitting black jeans, boots with at least 4 inches, and a tight black long-sleeved shirt. She looks sleek. She's also perhaps one of the most beautiful women Dr. Caitlin Snow has ever seen.
Summary: They meet. Fridays. 10 pm. Outside the muggle coffee shop.
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: Mature Language
AO3
“A coffee shop?” Pansy asks, standing on the sidewalk.
“I like doing work here,” Hermione responds.
Pansy doesn’t say that it’s a little late to be working. Blaise also worked for the Ministry, and he started drinking at 3 pm on Fridays. Leave it to Granger to do work until 10 pm.
The weather is surprisingly nice for February. Even this late, Pansy was comfortable in her knee-length cloak over a simple black blouse and jeans ensemble.
“Why did I meet you here?” Pansy asks briskly.
Hermione seems startled, “Oh, I thought this would be easier for you?”
It is, a good 15mins shorter. And there’s an apparition point right on the corner. But the location is also much more public than their spot. Not that Pansy believes anyone she knows will be walking around Muggle London.
“Whatever,” Pansy says. They’d be inside soon anyways. “Your place or mine?”
//
“You could have joined me. ” Hermione says, as she steps outside, tugging her coat closer towards her. “I wouldn’t have minded the company.”
Pansy frowns, before gesturing with her cig to the no smoking sign.
“Oh. That’s respectful.” Hermione says proudly, as though Pansy’s a fucking saint for following one rule.
Pansy rolls her eyes.
Since she and Granger started this thing two months, Pansy had learned about Granger. Not just her pretty lengthy list of kinks, but about her addiction to coffee and muggle fine point 0.7mm. She was different than how Pansy once thought. For one, her kindness was real, annoyingly so. To the point, Pansy always felt guilty leaving so quickly after sex.
But there were things that never change Pansy thought, watching Granger adjust the strap of her large satchel bag overflowing with books and parchment.
Pansy was almost impressed how Granger could finally grow out of her buck teeth and manage her frizzy hair, and still look like a complete nerd in her baggy khakis and bulky sweaters.
Maybe one day Pansy would take her to Madam Yvonne’s for a proper fitting. She’d look sinful in a strapless satin cloak. Especially knowing what lovely curves Granger kept hidden under her potato sack clothing. Granger might have the loveliest tits Pansy has ever seen.
“So.” Pansy says, and hopes Hermione has caught her linger gaze on her bosom, “Yours?”
//
The café is more lively during the day than at night. Pansy has to search the small room before she finds Hermione sitting in the back of the shop.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Hermione stands and gushes, as she sees Pansy approaching.
Pansy shrugs handing Hermione the file left in Pansy’s flat.
“I can’t believe I could be so careless. This report needs to be signed and sent tonight.” Hermione explains, opening the folder and quickly flipping through the document.
It was bound to happen with the amount of work Granger took from the office nightly.
“Don’t you have an office?” Pansy asks, looking down at the mess in front of her.
From the looks of it, Granger has set up shop here. Three small round tables have been pushed together and covered with manila folders and paper.
“I do. But it’s sometimes hard to get work down with people barging into my office. Not that I don’t love my job. I do, and I love the Ministry but here I can --.”
“- you can hear yourself think.”
Hermione stares at Pansy with a look she can’t quite place “exactly.”
“Can I buy you a coffee?” Hermione asks, after a small pause. A light blush coming to her cheeks, “As a thank you.”
“I have to get back, but I’ll see you, Friday?” Pansy.
“Yes. I mean, No.” Hermione stutters, “The Peace Commission’s gala is this Friday. I have an extra ticket actually if you would like to-“
“-It’s fine, Granger. I’ll just see you next week.” Pansy says, harsher than she intends.
“Well, um, thanks again.”
Pansy nods before turning abruptly and heading for the door, pretending she didn’t hear the hurt in Granger’s voice.
//
“What was that for?” Hermione asks, shocked, a comical hand coming to her lips to touch where Pansy just kissed her.
Pansy smirks and shrugs then leans in to give Hermione another kiss. This kiss deeper and longer.
Pansy wraps her arm around Hermione’s waist and pulls her closer.
“Must have had one glass of wine too many,” Pansy says once she breaks the kiss.
“I almost thought you missed me.” Hermione teases.
Pansy can tell Hermione is joking and not expecting a real response. But Pansy’s feeling giddy and she had missed Granger, even more, when she saw the pictures of her, Harry, and Ron in the Prophet.
“Maybe I did,” Pansy responds honestly, catching Hermione off guard.
Pansy laughs at the surprise on Hermione’s face.
“Come on,” Pansy says, grabbing Hermione’s hand and starting to walk, “You’ve got work to make up.”
//
Hermione’s already waiting outside the café when Pansy arrives.
“Hey,” Pansy says as she approaches the witch.
Hermione turns and waves at her, but her face lacks its usual spirit.
“What’s wrong with you,” Pansy asks.
“Nothing,” Hermione says until Pansy fixes her a stern look.
“Ugh, I’ve just had the worst week. Wizengamot is deciding on a law to restrict Mermaids rights, which is exactly what I said would happen if the RCMC didn’t pass a new resolution. But that requires approval from the Department of Mysteries and ugh, it’s all so frustrating.” Hermione exclaims.
Her frizzy hair seemed to get wilder as she spoke.
“Um, well, you can tell me about it.” Pansy offers.
Hermione let out a deep sigh, “I don’t want to bore you.”
“You could never bore me,” Pansy responds. It was one of the things she liked most about Granger. She wasn’t an airhead like the other witches Pansy had dated.
“Yeah,” Pansy says more assured, “We have all night. You unload over a cuppa and later I’ll help you destress” Pansy says with a wink.
“Oh. Wow. That’s..thanks.” Hermione says, already looking more relaxed.
Pansy loops her arm with Hermione and leads her back into the café, “So what did those straw brains in the Ministry do this time?”
//
The following week Hermione’s standing outside the café.
“Hey!” Hermione says. Her voice cracks and Pansy regards her apprehensively.
“You look..suspicious.” Pansy remarks. Hermione’s signature bag is missing and she’s dressed in a long cloak.
“I have a surprise,” Hermione says.
Hermione opens her cloak to reveal a red lace corset, complete with a garter belt attaching to thigh-high stockings.
The corset perfectly cups Granger fabulous tits. Pansy can see her dark nipples and underneath the material.
This is sinful.
How long has she been wearing this? An hour? Since work? All day? Pansy ponders as she steps closer and lightly runs her fingertips over the flower embroidery.
“Do you like it?” Hermione asks.
Pansy stares at her incredulously. Where did Granger get off dressing like this?
A primal instinct comes over her as she leans in close so that her lips brush against Granger’s ear.
“I am going to fuck you.” Pansy practically growls, giving in to the instinct to bite at Hermione’s lobe. "I going to fuck you until you come against my mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you again." Pansy whispers, breath hot and wet against Hermione’s skin, feeling Hermione shiver.
“My place. Now,” Pansy orders. Not waiting for a response before grabbing Hermione’s hand and marching off the apparition point. They had a lot to do tonight.
//
“Do they charge you rent?” Pansy asks sarcastically, sitting down smoothly in the chair across from Hermione.
Pansy doesn’t miss how Hermione jumps before breaking out into a smile. Granger’s been giving her that warm cheesy grin more and more now. Gryffindors broadcast their emotions so clearly.
“You’re early,” Hermione says, her dorky smile still bright on her face.
Pansy shrugs. She decided to skip Friday drinks tonight. She owled Draco a lame excuse. Not that it mattered, Draco practically knew where she was every weekend. If things went well, so would others.
“Eh, I was bored,” Pansy says. “Am I interrupting?”
“No. not at all. This is nothing.” Hermione says, scanning over her notes.
“Good, then we can get going. Wouldn’t want to be late.” Pansy says, standing to her feet.
“Late?” Hermione echos.
“We have an 8:30 reservation at Rosmerta’s new place. If you’d like to go.” Pansy’s voice softens.
Now that she’s asked Hermione the nerves are back. Pansy had decided last week, after the rounds of sex and sleeping over that she liked Hermione. She liked her intelligence and her humor and her perfect tits she kept hidden under knitted sweaters. She realized that she liked liked Hermione a lot.
“I would love that,” Hermione says.
It only takes a few moments for Hermione to collect her various folders and place them in her grandma satchel. Pansy reaches out and slugs Hermione’s bag over her shoulder, mumbling something about “chivalry.”
“Pansy,” Hermione starts, looking at Pansy with more admiration than Pansy deserves, “This means something to me. You should know that, in case you don’t feel the same way.”
Pansy blushes and holds out her hand for Hermione, “It means something to me too.”
