The Trouble With Thinking. Hermione/Pansy :D
Author: Me. :D
Title: The Trouble With Thinking
Pairing: Hermansy! (man do I love that)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No...sadly they're not mine. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. ;D
Summary: Considering things has always been Hermione's knack. She is,after all the brains of the outfit. Of course there is something to be said for thinking a little too much.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in between classes. As all my work before it (the two drabbles..so much, I know) It is un-betad (is that a word? ) I'm in need of a beta, so if you're interested please let me know. Also somehow, my school computer messed up the last time i tried to enter it, but now that I'm home I'm trying again. I wonder how they'd feel if they knew I was using their computer to write femmeslash. -grin-
The Trouble With Thinking
Everything in my world used to make sense. Nothing was too difficult to solve with logic. Books and words, numbers with solutions, any way there was I’d find and the world was okay for a bit longer.
Of course there was the threat of a megalomaniacal sociopath casting a shadow over what should have been “the best years” of my life, but considering what awaited us the minutes the doors of the school opened to let us out, I can’t complain.
I’m one third of the “Golden Trio”, which means that sociopath I mentioned earlier is hell bent on obliterating one of my best friends. Enemy number one for him. Though in reality, I’m not much further down the list. It’s not exactly nurturing for the soul.
The hero, the brain, and the loyal protector… that’s what the world saw us as. It’s almost as though they don’t realize we’re humans. Three seventeen year olds thrust into the world with adult responsibilities with a war brewing just outside the school walls. It was sure to be a bloodbath. I realized that much of what I knew would be changing. It could go either way.
The reality of it was a crushing pressure. It asphyxiated me as my mind considered it. I feel as though I’ve read nearly every book from cover to cover. Always studying and always thinking, preparing for what might come. Preparing for the day I might be caught at the business end of a Death Eater’s wand. I don’t mind the search for knowledge. The exhilaration that accompanied the Wizarding world and everything it encompassed was what got me up in the mornings. Sometimes I still think when I wake up I’ll find that all this was nothing but a wonderful dream.
My two best friends keep me sane. I don’t think I’d be anywhere without them. I’d probably still be just as friendless as I was before we encountered that troll. I’ve never been more thankful for my timing in the bathroom as I am now.
“Out of the way, mudblood.” These words are nearly hissed by the dark haired girl that shoved past me and interrupted my thoughts. She made sure to use her shoulder to get me out of her way. My cheeks flushed and I could feel the anger flare as she went past. I clenched my fists by my side and inhaled deeply through my nose.
There were rules, and I wouldn’t disregard them for the momentary satisfaction of getting back at the girl. I’m Head Girl after all, and I have an example to set.
I mustered all the patience and poise I could before entering the Great Hall, the flush of anger faded from my cheeks.
I wouldn’t be so angry with the girl if she wasn’t in my thoughts. Always. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I hadn’t the faintest idea why… ok well maybe I do.
It all started after I ran into her at the library. We rarely trade anything but insults. This time was no different. As I slid into my seat I paused to remember.
*-*-*-*-*
The book was open to page five hundred twenty-four. History of Magic, so long winded, but I needed to finish that last foot of parchment. I wasn’t going to let myself stray from keeping things prepared for at least two weeks in advance. With Head girl duties and a large amount of coursework (yes, even I recognize that) I needed all the spare time I could manage. I tapped my foot as I tried to recall the last train of thought I’d been following with my essay.
“Nose stuck in a book as always, Granger.” Pansy drawled from the left. I didn’t turn my head. She was behind me closer to the bookcase. I figured if I ignored her maybe just this once she’d go away. “Did Potter and Weasley get bored of you? Or is it perhaps that they’ve realized you’ve outlived your usefulness?”
I was grinding my teeth as I tried not to let her words get to me. Why did most of the Slytherins in my year seem to think their purpose was torturing me. Granted it was mostly with their stupidity, but their bigotry was also a nuisance. I did my best to studiously ignore her as I scanned over the page.
She got closer, quietly, before she was just behind me.
“Common courtesy dictates that you look at someone when they’re speaking to you, Granger.” She drawled while placing her hand on the table. I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my skull.
“Common courtesy also dictates that conversation isn’t comprised of solely insults, but that seems to have escaped you as well.” I responded still not bothering to look up. I could practically hear her sneer.
“Courtesy isn’t something I give to mudbloods.” She replied, her voice falsely saccharine. I turned around.My eyes narrowed as I regarded her.
“Continue to antagonize me and I will deduct house points.” I said in what Harry called my “Head Girl voice”. She snickered, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight.
“Snape would deem antagonizing the insufferable know it all a worthy cause.” She replied blithely. I stood to my feet and faced her. It was getting difficult to stay calm. She always was able to get under my skin.
“You will leave me be Parkinson.” I said firmly.
“Oh, so you finally realized that conversing is usually best achieved while facing the one who’s speaking? Certainly quick on the uptake.” Her eyes drifted lazily over me as she stood there. I regarded her warily, but she seemed content to simply observe.
Why? It was quite strange, this was the perfect opportunity for her to hex me, insult me, or any of the typical things within Slytherin repertoire.
I did the only thing that I could think of, I stared back. I noticed that over the years her squashed nose had somehow developed into something…a little less pug and a little more young woman. It wasn’t anywhere near perfect, but much better, especially with her features. Grey eyes stared at me, framed by lashes of ebony. One of her perfectly shaped brows arched. A silent challenge probably, knowing her. My lips pursed as I tried to think of what to say next. Of course it wasn’t helped by the fact that I was studying her hair now. Sleek and cut into a bob that was an inch past her chin. She reached up to brush a wayward bit of her fringe from her eyes. I was envious.
Silence reigned and the tension was palpable.
I was still trying to think of what to say next. That’s what brains did best. So why wasn’t anything coming to mind? I sighed wearily.
“I don’t have time for your childish bullying. Now, if you’d just leave and go on your merry way I’m sure both of our days would go better.” She smirked and dragged her eyes over me again, lazily.
“I was just checking to see if the rumor that the little mudblood has grown into a real woman was true. I see you haven’t managed to do anything with that rats nest you call hair." She reached out and touched a tendril of the mane I called hair. She wrinkled her nose as though she'd accidentally stepped in dog's droppings or something equally foul.
I bristled with the urge to smack her.
"At the very least, it will serve the perfect nest for the little ginger haired welps you and Weasley are bound to have.”
“Ten points from Slytherin.” I replied crisply. I wouldn’t be getting into another argument over Ron. I just wished she’d let it go. Pansy chuckled before walking off.
“Well worth it.” She said as she sauntered away.
I was angry to find my eyes had been following the sway of her hips. I whirled around and seated myself. Now for that essay…
*-*-*-*
Presently, I sat at the Gryffindor table sipping upon pumpkin juice. I tried not to look at Ron who was animatedly discussing Quidditch with Harry in spite of all the food in his mouth. Disgusting.
Thinking as I was, it dawned upon me, I was attracted to Parkinson. I,Hermione Granger, was attracted to Pansy Parkinson. Oh dear, and here I’d thought the year would be difficult without such a development.
I suppose that this was the problem with thinking too much.
Title: The Trouble With Thinking
Pairing: Hermansy! (man do I love that)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No...sadly they're not mine. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. ;D
Summary: Considering things has always been Hermione's knack. She is,after all the brains of the outfit. Of course there is something to be said for thinking a little too much.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in between classes. As all my work before it (the two drabbles..so much, I know) It is un-betad (is that a word? ) I'm in need of a beta, so if you're interested please let me know. Also somehow, my school computer messed up the last time i tried to enter it, but now that I'm home I'm trying again. I wonder how they'd feel if they knew I was using their computer to write femmeslash. -grin-
The Trouble With Thinking
Everything in my world used to make sense. Nothing was too difficult to solve with logic. Books and words, numbers with solutions, any way there was I’d find and the world was okay for a bit longer.
Of course there was the threat of a megalomaniacal sociopath casting a shadow over what should have been “the best years” of my life, but considering what awaited us the minutes the doors of the school opened to let us out, I can’t complain.
I’m one third of the “Golden Trio”, which means that sociopath I mentioned earlier is hell bent on obliterating one of my best friends. Enemy number one for him. Though in reality, I’m not much further down the list. It’s not exactly nurturing for the soul.
The hero, the brain, and the loyal protector… that’s what the world saw us as. It’s almost as though they don’t realize we’re humans. Three seventeen year olds thrust into the world with adult responsibilities with a war brewing just outside the school walls. It was sure to be a bloodbath. I realized that much of what I knew would be changing. It could go either way.
The reality of it was a crushing pressure. It asphyxiated me as my mind considered it. I feel as though I’ve read nearly every book from cover to cover. Always studying and always thinking, preparing for what might come. Preparing for the day I might be caught at the business end of a Death Eater’s wand. I don’t mind the search for knowledge. The exhilaration that accompanied the Wizarding world and everything it encompassed was what got me up in the mornings. Sometimes I still think when I wake up I’ll find that all this was nothing but a wonderful dream.
My two best friends keep me sane. I don’t think I’d be anywhere without them. I’d probably still be just as friendless as I was before we encountered that troll. I’ve never been more thankful for my timing in the bathroom as I am now.
“Out of the way, mudblood.” These words are nearly hissed by the dark haired girl that shoved past me and interrupted my thoughts. She made sure to use her shoulder to get me out of her way. My cheeks flushed and I could feel the anger flare as she went past. I clenched my fists by my side and inhaled deeply through my nose.
There were rules, and I wouldn’t disregard them for the momentary satisfaction of getting back at the girl. I’m Head Girl after all, and I have an example to set.
I mustered all the patience and poise I could before entering the Great Hall, the flush of anger faded from my cheeks.
I wouldn’t be so angry with the girl if she wasn’t in my thoughts. Always. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I hadn’t the faintest idea why… ok well maybe I do.
It all started after I ran into her at the library. We rarely trade anything but insults. This time was no different. As I slid into my seat I paused to remember.
*-*-*-*-*
The book was open to page five hundred twenty-four. History of Magic, so long winded, but I needed to finish that last foot of parchment. I wasn’t going to let myself stray from keeping things prepared for at least two weeks in advance. With Head girl duties and a large amount of coursework (yes, even I recognize that) I needed all the spare time I could manage. I tapped my foot as I tried to recall the last train of thought I’d been following with my essay.
“Nose stuck in a book as always, Granger.” Pansy drawled from the left. I didn’t turn my head. She was behind me closer to the bookcase. I figured if I ignored her maybe just this once she’d go away. “Did Potter and Weasley get bored of you? Or is it perhaps that they’ve realized you’ve outlived your usefulness?”
I was grinding my teeth as I tried not to let her words get to me. Why did most of the Slytherins in my year seem to think their purpose was torturing me. Granted it was mostly with their stupidity, but their bigotry was also a nuisance. I did my best to studiously ignore her as I scanned over the page.
She got closer, quietly, before she was just behind me.
“Common courtesy dictates that you look at someone when they’re speaking to you, Granger.” She drawled while placing her hand on the table. I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my skull.
“Common courtesy also dictates that conversation isn’t comprised of solely insults, but that seems to have escaped you as well.” I responded still not bothering to look up. I could practically hear her sneer.
“Courtesy isn’t something I give to mudbloods.” She replied, her voice falsely saccharine. I turned around.My eyes narrowed as I regarded her.
“Continue to antagonize me and I will deduct house points.” I said in what Harry called my “Head Girl voice”. She snickered, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight.
“Snape would deem antagonizing the insufferable know it all a worthy cause.” She replied blithely. I stood to my feet and faced her. It was getting difficult to stay calm. She always was able to get under my skin.
“You will leave me be Parkinson.” I said firmly.
“Oh, so you finally realized that conversing is usually best achieved while facing the one who’s speaking? Certainly quick on the uptake.” Her eyes drifted lazily over me as she stood there. I regarded her warily, but she seemed content to simply observe.
Why? It was quite strange, this was the perfect opportunity for her to hex me, insult me, or any of the typical things within Slytherin repertoire.
I did the only thing that I could think of, I stared back. I noticed that over the years her squashed nose had somehow developed into something…a little less pug and a little more young woman. It wasn’t anywhere near perfect, but much better, especially with her features. Grey eyes stared at me, framed by lashes of ebony. One of her perfectly shaped brows arched. A silent challenge probably, knowing her. My lips pursed as I tried to think of what to say next. Of course it wasn’t helped by the fact that I was studying her hair now. Sleek and cut into a bob that was an inch past her chin. She reached up to brush a wayward bit of her fringe from her eyes. I was envious.
Silence reigned and the tension was palpable.
I was still trying to think of what to say next. That’s what brains did best. So why wasn’t anything coming to mind? I sighed wearily.
“I don’t have time for your childish bullying. Now, if you’d just leave and go on your merry way I’m sure both of our days would go better.” She smirked and dragged her eyes over me again, lazily.
“I was just checking to see if the rumor that the little mudblood has grown into a real woman was true. I see you haven’t managed to do anything with that rats nest you call hair." She reached out and touched a tendril of the mane I called hair. She wrinkled her nose as though she'd accidentally stepped in dog's droppings or something equally foul.
I bristled with the urge to smack her.
"At the very least, it will serve the perfect nest for the little ginger haired welps you and Weasley are bound to have.”
“Ten points from Slytherin.” I replied crisply. I wouldn’t be getting into another argument over Ron. I just wished she’d let it go. Pansy chuckled before walking off.
“Well worth it.” She said as she sauntered away.
I was angry to find my eyes had been following the sway of her hips. I whirled around and seated myself. Now for that essay…
*-*-*-*
Presently, I sat at the Gryffindor table sipping upon pumpkin juice. I tried not to look at Ron who was animatedly discussing Quidditch with Harry in spite of all the food in his mouth. Disgusting.
Thinking as I was, it dawned upon me, I was attracted to Parkinson. I,Hermione Granger, was attracted to Pansy Parkinson. Oh dear, and here I’d thought the year would be difficult without such a development.
I suppose that this was the problem with thinking too much.