WISHLISTS: Tell Me I'm Never Lost (Hermione/Pansy)
Author: bluemermaid
Recipient: flipflop_diva
Title: Tell Me I'm Never Lost
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Request: getting lost
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 010
Summary: Hermione insists that she and Pansy are lost in the forest, but Pansy begs to differ. They just need to get over this next hill.
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this, my dear friend!
"We're lost," Hermione said, matter-of-factly, standing between two trees with her brow furrowed.
"We are not lost," Pansy insisted. "I never get lost."
"Then tell me why we're standing in the same patch of dirt we were in half an hour ago?"
Pansy hated it when Hermione was right about something, which was much too often for anyone's taste. Hermione had this stupidly smug look on her face and it made Pansy feel like a fool, which angered her. It was that same smug look of Hermione's that had caused Pansy to tease her mercilessly throughout their years of schooling. Nobody should be more arrogant or more knowledgable than Pansy Parkinson.
"I'll just use the Point Me spell to get us going again," Hermione said, reaching for her wand.
"Oh, no, you don't," Pansy snapped, grabbing at Hermione's wrist. "If anyone's using magic here, it'll be me. I am the expert, after all. My family's been using magic for centuries. How many of your relatives ever taught you a spell? Oh, yes, that's right: none of them."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really, Pansy? You're going to start this right here and now?"
Pansy sniffed loudly and ignored the question, scanning the tree line for some sign of where they ought to go. "It's just over this next hill," she said, forcing the utmost confidence into her voice. "I'm sure of it."
"Oh, well, if you're sure, then," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Let's cross over this next hill, then, shall we?"
Pansy set off with a long, steady stride, stepping over tree roots and darting through the shadows. It was nice to be in the woods, even if they were lost (which they weren't, Pansy reminded herself). The leaves of the trees rustled in the wind, and the sun's thin rays cast rippling streaks of warmth throughout the cool undertone of the forest. Soft blades of grass tickled Pansy's ankles as she walked, and the chirping of birds filled the air with song. Just behind her, Pansy could hear Hermione's footsteps and smell the faint scent of her hair, blown wild about her face in the breeze.
At the top of the hill, the two of them stopped, looking down into another identical valley of trees. "You see, we're lost," Hermione stated.
"No, we aren't! I refuse to believe we're lost. We've gone exactly where we needed to go," Pansy replied, nearly stamping her foot in frustration.
"Look, Pansy, clearly we didn't set the spell's parameters wide enough," Hermione said, starting off down the other side of the hill. Her brow furrowed again, this time as she lost herself in thought. "I was sure I'd calculated it to the point where we would be able to find it easily enough. I really should have brought the books with us, it would have been far simpler."
"It's always about books with you," Pansy complained, as she hurried to catch up. They walked aimlessly down the hill and through the valley, side by side. "I far prefer the subtle forms of magic, the intuition. I should be able to feel where we're going, and I do. We're not lost."
"Pansy, when are you going to admit that you're wrong?" Hermione demanded. "This is exactly what bothers me most about you, you never admit - "
They both felt it at the same time: a thunderous cloud of heat slamming into their bodies, accompanied by a darkening of the sky, the world cast in shadow around them. The trees shimmered and faded, the birds went silent, and Pansy gasped as she was engulfed in a sudden onslaught of sensation.
The softness of skin under her fingertips, the taste of desperation on her lips, the tearing of clothing as she pushes Hermione hard against a tree, her mouth closing over Hermione's in a searing kiss. Shivers of heat pulsating throughout her body, sweat pouring down her back, the urge to scream rising in the back of her throat. Bare skin on skin, limbs intertwined, clothing shed to the forest floor as they forget the world around them, as they meet in a passionate world of their own making, as they touch and taste and quiver and become one.
Pansy snapped back to reality to find that she was still fully clothed, she was still standing next to the trees, and she was still beside Hermione, who looked as dazed as Pansy felt. For a moment they stopped to breathe, to process the images and sensations that had overwhelmed them so suddenly. And then, in unison, they grinned broadly at one another.
"I suppose we aren't so lost after all," Hermione said, sounding slightly out of breath.
"I told you," Pansy said proudly, shaking her head. "I knew exactly where we were."
"Somehow I doubt that," Hermione replied. "Still, it hardly matters now, does it? We're here now. Care to make another memory?"
"I don't know," Pansy said slowly, smirking, swaying her hips. "The one we've got is pretty unbeatable at the moment."
"Oh, I think I could surprise you, Pansy," Hermione said, her expression shining with anticipation. "I've been reading some interesting new books."
"Yeah? Because I've been intuiting some things, myself," Pansy told her, as they drew closer, their eyes meeting in a heated stare.
Neither of them would ever bend to confess that the memory bond had been the other girl's idea; it was a trait they shared, and vexed one another with. However, neither of them could deny how well the spell worked, and how fantastic it felt to so vividly remember their previous rendezvous. The secret space in the forest belonged to them alone, and they had marked it so that they would be always drawn towards it, in order to share it again and again.
"Tell me I'm never lost, Hermione," Pansy hissed, with her fingers wrapped gently around Hermione's neck.
"Never," Hermione replied, just before their lips met, and Pansy did not know whether Hermione was denying the request or fulfilling it. She didn't much care either way.
Recipient: flipflop_diva
Title: Tell Me I'm Never Lost
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Request: getting lost
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 010
Summary: Hermione insists that she and Pansy are lost in the forest, but Pansy begs to differ. They just need to get over this next hill.
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this, my dear friend!
"We're lost," Hermione said, matter-of-factly, standing between two trees with her brow furrowed.
"We are not lost," Pansy insisted. "I never get lost."
"Then tell me why we're standing in the same patch of dirt we were in half an hour ago?"
Pansy hated it when Hermione was right about something, which was much too often for anyone's taste. Hermione had this stupidly smug look on her face and it made Pansy feel like a fool, which angered her. It was that same smug look of Hermione's that had caused Pansy to tease her mercilessly throughout their years of schooling. Nobody should be more arrogant or more knowledgable than Pansy Parkinson.
"I'll just use the Point Me spell to get us going again," Hermione said, reaching for her wand.
"Oh, no, you don't," Pansy snapped, grabbing at Hermione's wrist. "If anyone's using magic here, it'll be me. I am the expert, after all. My family's been using magic for centuries. How many of your relatives ever taught you a spell? Oh, yes, that's right: none of them."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really, Pansy? You're going to start this right here and now?"
Pansy sniffed loudly and ignored the question, scanning the tree line for some sign of where they ought to go. "It's just over this next hill," she said, forcing the utmost confidence into her voice. "I'm sure of it."
"Oh, well, if you're sure, then," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Let's cross over this next hill, then, shall we?"
Pansy set off with a long, steady stride, stepping over tree roots and darting through the shadows. It was nice to be in the woods, even if they were lost (which they weren't, Pansy reminded herself). The leaves of the trees rustled in the wind, and the sun's thin rays cast rippling streaks of warmth throughout the cool undertone of the forest. Soft blades of grass tickled Pansy's ankles as she walked, and the chirping of birds filled the air with song. Just behind her, Pansy could hear Hermione's footsteps and smell the faint scent of her hair, blown wild about her face in the breeze.
At the top of the hill, the two of them stopped, looking down into another identical valley of trees. "You see, we're lost," Hermione stated.
"No, we aren't! I refuse to believe we're lost. We've gone exactly where we needed to go," Pansy replied, nearly stamping her foot in frustration.
"Look, Pansy, clearly we didn't set the spell's parameters wide enough," Hermione said, starting off down the other side of the hill. Her brow furrowed again, this time as she lost herself in thought. "I was sure I'd calculated it to the point where we would be able to find it easily enough. I really should have brought the books with us, it would have been far simpler."
"It's always about books with you," Pansy complained, as she hurried to catch up. They walked aimlessly down the hill and through the valley, side by side. "I far prefer the subtle forms of magic, the intuition. I should be able to feel where we're going, and I do. We're not lost."
"Pansy, when are you going to admit that you're wrong?" Hermione demanded. "This is exactly what bothers me most about you, you never admit - "
They both felt it at the same time: a thunderous cloud of heat slamming into their bodies, accompanied by a darkening of the sky, the world cast in shadow around them. The trees shimmered and faded, the birds went silent, and Pansy gasped as she was engulfed in a sudden onslaught of sensation.
The softness of skin under her fingertips, the taste of desperation on her lips, the tearing of clothing as she pushes Hermione hard against a tree, her mouth closing over Hermione's in a searing kiss. Shivers of heat pulsating throughout her body, sweat pouring down her back, the urge to scream rising in the back of her throat. Bare skin on skin, limbs intertwined, clothing shed to the forest floor as they forget the world around them, as they meet in a passionate world of their own making, as they touch and taste and quiver and become one.
Pansy snapped back to reality to find that she was still fully clothed, she was still standing next to the trees, and she was still beside Hermione, who looked as dazed as Pansy felt. For a moment they stopped to breathe, to process the images and sensations that had overwhelmed them so suddenly. And then, in unison, they grinned broadly at one another.
"I suppose we aren't so lost after all," Hermione said, sounding slightly out of breath.
"I told you," Pansy said proudly, shaking her head. "I knew exactly where we were."
"Somehow I doubt that," Hermione replied. "Still, it hardly matters now, does it? We're here now. Care to make another memory?"
"I don't know," Pansy said slowly, smirking, swaying her hips. "The one we've got is pretty unbeatable at the moment."
"Oh, I think I could surprise you, Pansy," Hermione said, her expression shining with anticipation. "I've been reading some interesting new books."
"Yeah? Because I've been intuiting some things, myself," Pansy told her, as they drew closer, their eyes meeting in a heated stare.
Neither of them would ever bend to confess that the memory bond had been the other girl's idea; it was a trait they shared, and vexed one another with. However, neither of them could deny how well the spell worked, and how fantastic it felt to so vividly remember their previous rendezvous. The secret space in the forest belonged to them alone, and they had marked it so that they would be always drawn towards it, in order to share it again and again.
"Tell me I'm never lost, Hermione," Pansy hissed, with her fingers wrapped gently around Hermione's neck.
"Never," Hermione replied, just before their lips met, and Pansy did not know whether Hermione was denying the request or fulfilling it. She didn't much care either way.