"Small Black Coffee" - Hermione/Pansy
Title: Small Black Coffee
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count/Art Medium: 415
Summary: "Small black coffee," Hermione said for the sixteenth time. She'd stopped in four times a week for the past month.
Notes: Redeemed Pansy - on her way there. Written for
rarepair_shorts
It started with a courtesy check-in at the coffeeshop where Parkinson worked. Her usual Ministry Officer had left on maternity leave so the Ministry had asked Hermione to do a casual drop-in to ensure everything was fine. It was so stupid, thought Hermione, Pansy was going to see right through her. She would know Hermione was there on Ministry business. But a job was a job and she couldn't very well tell no to her supervisors.
Well, it had started that way. Unfortunately for Hermione, once she'd started to check-in, she couldn't stop.
"What will it be today, Granger?"
Parkinson looked annoyed as always. She'd been working at the Muggle café for three years now, as it was part of her rehabilitation post-war. She was assigned to live and work with Muggles until her twenty-first birthday. Harry had managed to reduce her sentence from something that was going to be a lot more strict. In the end, McGonnagall and agreed Parkinson's reaction on the day of the battle was out of fear and not anything more.
Parkinson had tried to argue the same, she might have been a mean schoolmate, but she didn't actually wish for Potter to die by the hands of the Dark Lord. She'd simply panicked and was convinced no one was going to come and rescue them.
"Small black coffee," Hermione said for the sixteenth time. She'd stopped in four times a week for the past month.
"Brilliant," Parkinson said dryly.
"They're going to assign you a new officer," Hermione managed to say as she paid for her coffee. "Since Sharon will be out for several more months."
"Oh?" Parkinson asked. "Someone who will come and visit me once every two weeks then?"
Hermione nodded once.
"And you're going to stop coming by?" There was something in Pansy's tone Hermione couldn't place.
"I…" Hermione struggled for words. "I could come by still, if you'd like, or maybe…"
"Maybe?" Parkinson drawled. Bloody hell she knew exactly what Hermione was doing there, day after day, week after week.
"I could buy you a drink. Wine. I mean. Not coffee."
"Yeah?" Parkinson said, looking amused. "You sure the Ministry isn't going to label me an alcoholic then?"
"I won't tell them."
"You sure about that, Granger?"
Hermione gave a small smile and nodded once again. "Yeah. Just between us."
"Very well, you're on." Pansy winked at Hermione and handed her some change back. "I get off at eight."
"Yeah…" Hermione said softly. "I know." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/785562.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count/Art Medium: 415
Summary: "Small black coffee," Hermione said for the sixteenth time. She'd stopped in four times a week for the past month.
Notes: Redeemed Pansy - on her way there. Written for
rarepair_shorts
It started with a courtesy check-in at the coffeeshop where Parkinson worked. Her usual Ministry Officer had left on maternity leave so the Ministry had asked Hermione to do a casual drop-in to ensure everything was fine. It was so stupid, thought Hermione, Pansy was going to see right through her. She would know Hermione was there on Ministry business. But a job was a job and she couldn't very well tell no to her supervisors.
Well, it had started that way. Unfortunately for Hermione, once she'd started to check-in, she couldn't stop.
"What will it be today, Granger?"
Parkinson looked annoyed as always. She'd been working at the Muggle café for three years now, as it was part of her rehabilitation post-war. She was assigned to live and work with Muggles until her twenty-first birthday. Harry had managed to reduce her sentence from something that was going to be a lot more strict. In the end, McGonnagall and agreed Parkinson's reaction on the day of the battle was out of fear and not anything more.
Parkinson had tried to argue the same, she might have been a mean schoolmate, but she didn't actually wish for Potter to die by the hands of the Dark Lord. She'd simply panicked and was convinced no one was going to come and rescue them.
"Small black coffee," Hermione said for the sixteenth time. She'd stopped in four times a week for the past month.
"Brilliant," Parkinson said dryly.
"They're going to assign you a new officer," Hermione managed to say as she paid for her coffee. "Since Sharon will be out for several more months."
"Oh?" Parkinson asked. "Someone who will come and visit me once every two weeks then?"
Hermione nodded once.
"And you're going to stop coming by?" There was something in Pansy's tone Hermione couldn't place.
"I…" Hermione struggled for words. "I could come by still, if you'd like, or maybe…"
"Maybe?" Parkinson drawled. Bloody hell she knew exactly what Hermione was doing there, day after day, week after week.
"I could buy you a drink. Wine. I mean. Not coffee."
"Yeah?" Parkinson said, looking amused. "You sure the Ministry isn't going to label me an alcoholic then?"
"I won't tell them."
"You sure about that, Granger?"
Hermione gave a small smile and nodded once again. "Yeah. Just between us."
"Very well, you're on." Pansy winked at Hermione and handed her some change back. "I get off at eight."
"Yeah…" Hermione said softly. "I know." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/785562.html. Thanks for reading