Pansy

                                        

                                              
Pansy
                              


                              
Holy-fucking-Salazar. I'm in Granger's bed, was Pansy's first conscious thought, followed by, and she's not wearing anything. Fuck, I'm not wearing anything.
                              
"Parkinson?" Hermione whispered, and then needlessly covered herself with a blanket.
                              
"Too late, Granger. I already saw them," Pansy snorted and sat up. She held her head in pain. Fucking Gryffindors and their fucking concoctions.
                              
"I..." Granger stopped, but for once in her life, she was stunned silent.
                              
"I've waited eight fucking years to finally shut you up," she spat.
                              
"Get out!" the Gryffindor hissed.
                              
"Gladly," she said, getting up and stretching. She could feel that she was still riding out the vestiges of an orgasm. Damn, this wasn't a fluke. Granger had really touched her. Funny, she had never got the inkling that Granger swung her way. She glanced back to look, and Granger was staring at her naked body. Well, then, she was definitely a lesbian, like her.
                              
"Like what you see, Granger?" Pansy cooed.
                              
Granger flinched like she had slapped her and went red. "No! I just... umm...."
                              
Pansy laughed at her expense. "My my... you didn't know? Did you? That you're a dyke?"
                              
Granger scrambled to her feet. "You are a bitch! I can't believe that I would have ever allowed you into my room."
                              
"You got a problem with being a dyke?" she growled.
                              
Granger turned and grabbed her robe, throwing it on. "Of course not! But that language is offensive."
                              
Pansy's eyebrow raised. "Dyke?"
                              
"Yes, stop saying it!"
                              
Pansy smiled, and her voice softened. "Granger... Hermione... it's only offensive if people use it against us. That word is our word, now. If lesbian is what you what to be called, I will call you that, but I am a dyke and proud to be so."
                              
Granger's angry expression slowly disappeared and was back to being confused. "Well, I...."
                              
"Oh, my. Hearing you at a loss of words just makes this all so good."
                              
"I think it's better if you leave."
                              
"Sure, Granger. I'll be your dirty little secret. Live in denial if you want."
                              
"I'm not in denial!" she shrieked.
                              
"Could have fooled me!"
                              
"Aren't you? You've been with Malfoy for years!"
                              
"You do know what a beard is, don't you? Drakey has no interest in women, and that's what I'm interested in. We keep public appearances to stay under the radar. I was hoping that Daphne would finally agree. I sure as fuck didn't expect you to be a switch hitter."
                              
"You are despicable!"
                              
"I just say true things, Granger."
                              
"Really? True things? Apparently, you wound up in my bed. A Gryffindor bed. And not just any Gryffindor... the biggest mudblood in the school, Parkinson. How does it feel? I guess I'm your dirty little secret, Parkinson. I'm sure your Slytherin, pureblood friends will laugh if they ever found out!" she spat, but turned around to stare out the window. She was crying.
                              
Pansy didn't usually let things get to her, but seeing Hermione cry about the horrific abuse they had all put her through, reached her soul. She walked over, behind her. 
                              
"Hey, I'm sorry for all that. There's no excuse, but I don't really believe in it. My parents' traditionalistic values can fuck off. But hey, don't take my word for it. You'll understand my real feelings, if you decide to drink the potion. Or just live in denial, Hermione. I can't take back what I did. But I'm sorry, alright? And I wouldn't consider you just a dalliance."
                              
Hermione didn't turn, but she was listening. Pansy turned and pulled her clothes on and turned toward the door.
                              
"I'll go, but for whatever we had last night, I won't regret it. But I won't push you anymore, either. If you want Weasley, then I'll understand. But just know we all did what we had to survive the war. Now, the tables are turned in your favor, hero, and you're the one on top. I've accepted my new place in life... in the dirt with the rest of my house. Enjoy your life, Hermione." 
                              
Pansy opened the door to leave, but stopped when Hermione said, "Wait."