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When I read a fanfic with all my OTP's in it
happy [ p.p | h.g]
word count: 1.0k
pairing: pansy parkinson x hermione granger
warnings: mentions of war / loss.
a/n: a little bit short, but I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this one. *italics = flashback*
request: hello!! recently found out about you and i LOVE your fics! can you write pansmione fluff? like them waking up together on a weekend and making breakfast? living together in an apartment with their cats and being soft and so in loveee (requested by anon)
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pansy groaned, rolling over in hopes of finding her beautiful lover, only to see an empty indent in their bedsheets where she used to be. this wasn’t an unusual occurrence, hermione was known to be an ‘early bird’ as she liked to call it, one of the muggle terms she’d taught pansy sometime during their years together.
when the two of them started dating, it shocked many people; their friends, families and even witches and wizards they’d never even met properly. everyone they knew disapproved of their relationship, but neither of them cared all that much.
not anymore, anyways.
the day they met was a memory pansy treasured, she remembered it like it was only yesterday. they were fresh out of hogwarts, after the war. she could recall her exact thoughts the moment she’d laid eyes on hermione.
pansy shuffled into the old building, shuddering at the wind behind her as the door closed. she took a seat in a familiar booth, looking across to where her best friends used to be. the thought alone brought tears to her eyes; she hadn’t seen any of them since the war. hell, she wasn’t sure if they were even alive anymore.
the door swung open again, the small bell dinging, snapping her out of her stupor, looking at the door. she gawked as the girl walked in, sitting at the bar and ordering a butterbeer. the girl looked around, eventually stopping and locking eyes with pansy. her jaw dropped, and pansy was sure her expression mimicked hers perfectly.
what pansy wasn’t expecting, however, was for hermione to make her way over. “may i sit?” she asked, gently. pansy nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure why.
during their school years, the two never fully got along; their house rivalry (and the fact that hermione was a muggleborn) got in the way of any potential relationship.
“how’ve you been?” hermione asked, taking the girl slightly aback.
“uh, a-alright considering. how about you?” a gentle sympathizing smile from hermione had eased her nerves and an all too familiar feeling bubbled in her chest.
she still wasn’t particularly sure why the ex-gryffindor girl decided to sit that day, but she couldn’t have been more thankful she did. pansy was sure she hated her up until that day, but she supposed the war changed everyone’s perspectives. it certainly changed hers; the things she went through and saw scarred her, and she learned in a very harsh way that blood status was worth nothing when it came down to it.
the strongest witches and wizards were those who applied themselves, those like hermione had her eating her words from the past 7 years. pansy wasn’t quite sure why hermione forgave her for all the insults or the years of bullying, but she had a heart of gold, and pansy was sure she didn’t deserve her.
she whined quietly, not loud enough to be heard from the kitchen, which from the smell wafting into the room, she’d determined her beautiful girlfriend was. she hummed as she threw off the covers, gently padding over from their shared bedroom and locking her arms around hermione’s waist.
“g’morning” she muttered, leaning her head against hermione’s back. she spun around, kissing pansy lightly on the forehead, smiling down at her.
“good morning.” against her wishes, hermione gently pulled pansy’s arms off of her, directing her to sit on the couch and put one of their favourite tv shows on so they could enjoy their breakfast together.
their two cats, minerva and filius found their way into the room, hopping up and settling down next to her in their regular spots; pansy on the left side of the couch, minerva and filius in the middle, and hermione’s currently empty spot on the right.
pansy turned on the tv, something that still felt somewhat foreign to her. she’d adapted well to hermione’s lifestyle, no longer wanting to associate herself with her past life and values. sometimes she did feel out of place, but hermione helped her adjust to the new life fully.
hermione came over shortly after, handing her girlfriend a plate and sitting down. their breakfast was spent laughing at each other’s short jokes and the television program playing in the background, simply enjoying the other’s company.
they spent most days on their own; usually one of the two was out working, running errands, or spending time with family/friends (though that was only hermione), and it seemed like the two never got a day to themselves. they both understood though, life after the war was troubling, and the two had to play their part in rebuilding the foundation of wizarding world.
today however, neither were feeling particularly eventful and mutually decided on a lazy day. “can we get back in bed and cuddle?” pansy gave her best pouty face; the one hermione could never say no to.
with a sigh of defeat in return, pansy jumped up and held her hand out for her girlfriend to take, which she did with a smile. she allowed pansy to pull her back to their shared bedroom, and the two of them jumped on the bed, laughing as it bounced underneath them. they crawled up and slipped under the covers, looking at each other with bright smiles.
“i love you, hermione granger.” pansy whispered, gently brushing a piece of hair out of her face.
hermione blushed bright red, but whispered back shyly. “and i love you, pansy parkinson.”
filius and minerva found their way onto the bed, settled down at the girls’ feet. the two giggled, sitting up against their headboard and allowing the two cats to sit on their laps.
they spent the rest of their morning cuddled up, enjoying the presence of the other and their cats. after the war, they weren’t sure they’d ever find happiness, but they found it in each other. they were content with what their little family had become, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
WATER BENDER PANSY PARKINSON
