Fic: "Unfinished Business" for volsi
Happy witchwinter, volsi!
Title: Unfinished Business
Author: ?
Recipient: volsi
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione, past Pansy/Ginny
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2200
Warnings: jealousy, fighting, flashbacks, est relationship, sex in a semi-public place
Summary: A story of a love torn apart by war, and Hermione Granger's attempt to put the pieces back together.
A/N: The line " The world had turned and left her here" is directly taken from the title of a Weezer song, "The World Has Turned and Left Me Here". I also don't own that.
I really hope you like this, volsi! I tried to include as much of your request as possible! <3
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Hermione was surprised when she opened her front door and found Pansy Parkinson waiting on her front stoop. In retrospect, she shouldn't have been.
"Parkinson," she said as evenly as she could manage. "What do you want?"
Pansy wasted no time - before Hermione could object, she'd stepped inside. Before she could slam the door in her face, Pansy was shoving it open wider, and now Hermione was pinned to the wall of her foyer, Pansy Parkinson's knee shoved between her thighs, her breath hot on Hermione's neck.
"We have some unfinished business, Granger."
Hermione shivered, refusing to meet Pansy's gaze. She was much too close. Much too close. "Funny, I thought you'd finished things up nicely with Ginny."
She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice, but it was there, still. As much as she didn't want to care, she did. And now Pansy knew it.
"Excuse me?"
Now Hermione did look up. "It's really none of my business anymore, is it?"
Pansy stared at her, and said nothing. Hermione continued.
"I mean, I suppose when we agreed to see other people, I didn't expect that other person to be my best friend."
Her voice shook with what Hermione was sure was rage. Pansy's eyes darted back and forth between hers, as if she were watching a tennis match.
Things had changed since the war. That was when Hermione had given her up. She'd never trusted Pansy's loyalties, and in wartime that was the most important thing. Loyalties. Alliances. Hermione made a choice, and Pansy refused to.
Hermione had spent years trying to forget, trying to wipe thoughts of Pansy from her mind. And then, just when she thought she'd succeeded, Ginny introduced a new Order member to them all.
She'd convinced Pansy to join their fight, she'd said.
Hermione could see it all happening again, now, as she met Pansy's stare, watching those dark eyes widen in shock. Pansy had never known why she'd left. Hermione had never told her, but she'd always assumed she had known. She hadn't left her because she didn't love her. It was exactly the opposite.
As if this was all too much, Pansy shoved off of the wall, taking several stumbling steps backwards until she was on the threshold again, and Hermione prepared to tell her goodbye, again.
"I always loved you worst, Granger."
And then she was gone. Hermione allowed her knees to give out, and she slid down the wall to the floor, staring out the open door and wondering if she would ever see her again.
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Pansy was just as beautiful as she remembered. Hermione stared at the way her hair fell around her face, just right. This week it was blonde. Before, it had been black. It always shined the same, looking like innumerable charms and potions had been put to work that morning, but Hermione liked it best when it was dark.
"We're taking tonight off," Ginny was saying, her fingers twined with Pansy's as they lingered in the kitchen doorway.
Harry glanced awkwardly at Pansy and nodded. "Okay. Hermione?"
She looked up in surprise. "Yes?"
"Are you still planning on doing recon with Ron?"
She nodded dully, pretending she didn't see Ginny leading Pansy from the room. At night, she'd sometimes hear them fucking, and she was always glad to be out of the house, doing work for the Order. It comforted her that Harry hadn't seemed to trust Ginny enough lately to give her missions, though her relief and the bitterness it signified only made her feel guilty.
"Good. We're close, but I need all the help I can get."
Hermione nodded. "I'll go get ready."
She passed Pansy in the hallway, apparently mid-way to the loo. Ginny's bedroom door was closed, and Hermione paused after a moment's thought, spinning on her heel in the doorway of her room.
"Why are you here?" she asked suddenly, and Pansy nearly jumped in surprise, whipping around as she reached the bathroom and staring. The question seemed to catch her off-guard and there was a moment's pause before she replied.
"Why are you?" Pansy asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
Hermione couldn't believe her gall. "Why am I here?" She stepped out into the hall, making angry strides back towards Pansy as she spoke. "I want an end to Voldemort. I want to bring the Death Eaters down. I want to help Harry finish him with everything I have. What are you doing here, Parkinson?"
But before Pansy could answer, fingers were digging into Hermione's upper arm, and she was being spun around by bright, red-haired fury.
"What are you doing?" Ginny hissed.
Hermione shrugged her off. "I'm leaving." She glanced at Pansy as she swept past them and back down the steps, forgetting all about getting ready. "I've got work to do," she said snottily as she headed back to the kitchen, blinking hard to keep the tears in her eyes.
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She'd never seen Pansy's expression crumple like this before.
"I'm sorry, it's just that-"
"Get out."
Hermione shook her head, taking a step closer to Pansy. "We both knew it couldn't work, in the long run."
"Oh, really? Because it's news to me. Leave, Granger. I don't want you to try to contact me again."
Hermione didn't argue this time. She took it. She turned, and the world felt like it was spinning, but she found her way outside, and that's where she sat. She didn't move from Pansy's front stoop for hours. Not until the tears had dried on her cheeks and her chest stopped feeling like it was too tight to breathe.
When she could leave, she did, and she never turned back.
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They'd never made love like this before.
Pansy had surprised her today, had cornered her in the bathroom during Potions. Now Hermione found herself sitting on the sink, her knees pushed open as far as they'd go with her knickers around her ankles, and Pansy's fingers dancing along her inner thigh.
She'd tugged Hermione's shirt open first, and Hermione worried quietly about being able to reparo it before she returned to class. But for now, Pansy had an easy view of Hermione's boring cotton bra, and Hermione felt awkwardly exposed, perched atop the porcelain.
It had always been slower before; gentler, and more careful. Now it was a panicked, desperate mess that left Hermione grappling for control of the situation, or at least control of her balance, as Pansy brushed her fingers against her wet, naked cunt.
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Granger?"
Truth be told, she did - she didn't know why Pansy was torturing her like this, barely touching her when Hermione knew they had to get back to Potions, and soon. Pansy slid her fingers against Hermione's pussy again, and she tightened her thighs in spite of herself, desperately grabbing hold of the sink to keep from losing her balance.
Pansy laughed, parting her easily with manicured fingernails that Hermione was sure would scratch her in new and horrible ways each time they did this. Hermione squirmed as she felt a finger slide inside of her, slip-sliding back and forth as Pansy brushed her thumb lightly against Hermione's clit. Hermione nearly squeaked.
"Don't hold it in, Granger. I want them to hear you."
Hermione shook her head. "More," she whispered, and Pansy complied, pushing a second finger inside of Hermione with the next twist of her wrist. She sped up the thrusts now, and her free hand left off gripping Hermione's knee to tug on the cotton of her bra.
Hermione very nearly moaned at that, once Pansy's clever fingers encircled her nipple, her other hand busily curving fingers further up inside of Hermione with every fuck. Still, Pansy seemed resolved to sparing the barest of touches to her clit, brushing it with her thumb with every thrust inside of her.
Just when Hermione couldn't take anymore, just when she felt as though she'd reached the brink of orgasm, Pansy lowered herself to her knees, her fingers still buried inside of Hermione as she raised her chin and licked her lips, leaning forward until Hermione could feel her tongue encircling her clit.
She lapped at it as delicately as she ever had, soft wet swipes of her tongue as her breath warmed Hermione's pussy, her fingers still working inside of her, and it was all Hermione could take.
Her orgasm shook her as she felt herself tighten around Pansy's wonderful, amazing fingers, and she cried out, in spite of her best attempt not to. Pansy rode it out, fucking her through every last wave until Hermione felt as though she'd never move from this sink.
The bell was ringing somewhere that sounded very far off, and Pansy stood, licking her fingers with a smile before turning on her heel, pushing the door open, and leaving Hermione where she sat.
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The world had turned and left her here.
She wished so much that she had told her all of the things she'd kept hidden, all of the secrets of pain and longing she'd been enduring over the years. Instead she'd fought with her. They were always fighting. Fighting and fucking.
But Pansy came back, just like she always had. Today she was raging hot, dark fury, and Hermione was secretly thrilled. She'd long assumed that Pansy no longer cared for her, one way or the other. Sometimes, she wondered if she'd been forgotten. But now, she knew. Hermione was done with waiting.
She was just where Hermione expected to find her - Pansy had apparently taken up residence in their old flat, a place she'd once told Hermione she hoped to never see again.
Still, as familiar as it was, knocking on a door had never been harder.
Hermione was surprised that the door opened as quickly as it did. She was even more surprised to find Pansy wearing silky lingerie, a hastily fastened robe sliding open just enough to reveal racy black lace stretched tight across her chest.
"Oh," Hermione said, her heart sinking as Pansy's face registered shock and something else. "I didn't mean to… I hope I haven't… interrupted anything."
She swallowed hard, and Pansy stared at her for a moment, her hand still resting on the doorknob. For a second, Hermione wondered if she'd simply close the door in her face.
Instead, Pansy stepped back, letting the door swing wide and gesturing into what had formerly been their living room. "Please, come in."
Hermione hesitated, but accepted, stepping awkwardly into the apartment, her hands folded in front of her as she glanced around, expecting to find another scantily-clad woman. Perhaps Ginny.
"Looking for something?"
Hermione glanced over her shoulder as Pansy closed the door, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at Hermione expectantly.
"No, I just… Thought you might have company."
"Did you?" Pansy asked, and Hermione wondered at the strained tone of voice. "Is that why you're here? Hoping to catch me in flagrante?"
Hermione shook her head vehemently, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling her face burn with embarrassment. "You know that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here, Granger?"
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again. Sudden, overwhelming insecurity overcame her, and she was filled with the sudden urge to leave, to flee. She wasn't sure how she expected things to go, but this wasn't it.
"Granger?"
She'd already turned her back on Pansy once. She'd already left her once. Hermione crossed the space between them, her hands still clasped in front of her, Pansy's eyes betraying nothing as she watched her. Prying her fingers apart seemed like the most difficult thing to do, but then it was all familiar again, all easy, as she raised her hands, sliding her arms around Pansy's neck and pulling her into a kiss.
Pansy pulled away almost immediately, though, and Hermione felt her pride and expectations shatter as her arms fell awkwardly to her sides, Pansy staring down at her.
"You said we had unfinished business," Hermione said lamely, and Pansy continued to stare, drawing a hand up to her mouth to touch her lips in a strange, tender gesture.
"We do," Pansy said quietly. "But it's not something you can just finish yourself."
Hermione nodded quickly, dropping her gaze from that intense, dark, uncomfortable stare. "I'll just be going then," she said, and started for the door.
"And why would you do something stupid like that?"
Hermione stopped, her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at Pansy. "You said-"
"Granger," Pansy interrupted as she approached her. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to finish it?"
Hermione stared, finding herself unable to move, and Pansy placed a hand against the door, as if she were still trying to leave. "Oh," she managed, finally.
"You're always trying to leave," Pansy said quietly.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to. Not this time. Not last time."
Somehow, Pansy's hand had dropped to hers, and Hermione looked up to find her smiling. It was the first time she'd seen Pansy smile in what felt like years.
"Then don't."
Title: Unfinished Business
Author: ?
Recipient: volsi
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione, past Pansy/Ginny
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2200
Warnings: jealousy, fighting, flashbacks, est relationship, sex in a semi-public place
Summary: A story of a love torn apart by war, and Hermione Granger's attempt to put the pieces back together.
A/N: The line " The world had turned and left her here" is directly taken from the title of a Weezer song, "The World Has Turned and Left Me Here". I also don't own that.
I really hope you like this, volsi! I tried to include as much of your request as possible! <3
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Hermione was surprised when she opened her front door and found Pansy Parkinson waiting on her front stoop. In retrospect, she shouldn't have been.
"Parkinson," she said as evenly as she could manage. "What do you want?"
Pansy wasted no time - before Hermione could object, she'd stepped inside. Before she could slam the door in her face, Pansy was shoving it open wider, and now Hermione was pinned to the wall of her foyer, Pansy Parkinson's knee shoved between her thighs, her breath hot on Hermione's neck.
"We have some unfinished business, Granger."
Hermione shivered, refusing to meet Pansy's gaze. She was much too close. Much too close. "Funny, I thought you'd finished things up nicely with Ginny."
She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice, but it was there, still. As much as she didn't want to care, she did. And now Pansy knew it.
"Excuse me?"
Now Hermione did look up. "It's really none of my business anymore, is it?"
Pansy stared at her, and said nothing. Hermione continued.
"I mean, I suppose when we agreed to see other people, I didn't expect that other person to be my best friend."
Her voice shook with what Hermione was sure was rage. Pansy's eyes darted back and forth between hers, as if she were watching a tennis match.
Things had changed since the war. That was when Hermione had given her up. She'd never trusted Pansy's loyalties, and in wartime that was the most important thing. Loyalties. Alliances. Hermione made a choice, and Pansy refused to.
Hermione had spent years trying to forget, trying to wipe thoughts of Pansy from her mind. And then, just when she thought she'd succeeded, Ginny introduced a new Order member to them all.
She'd convinced Pansy to join their fight, she'd said.
Hermione could see it all happening again, now, as she met Pansy's stare, watching those dark eyes widen in shock. Pansy had never known why she'd left. Hermione had never told her, but she'd always assumed she had known. She hadn't left her because she didn't love her. It was exactly the opposite.
As if this was all too much, Pansy shoved off of the wall, taking several stumbling steps backwards until she was on the threshold again, and Hermione prepared to tell her goodbye, again.
"I always loved you worst, Granger."
And then she was gone. Hermione allowed her knees to give out, and she slid down the wall to the floor, staring out the open door and wondering if she would ever see her again.
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Pansy was just as beautiful as she remembered. Hermione stared at the way her hair fell around her face, just right. This week it was blonde. Before, it had been black. It always shined the same, looking like innumerable charms and potions had been put to work that morning, but Hermione liked it best when it was dark.
"We're taking tonight off," Ginny was saying, her fingers twined with Pansy's as they lingered in the kitchen doorway.
Harry glanced awkwardly at Pansy and nodded. "Okay. Hermione?"
She looked up in surprise. "Yes?"
"Are you still planning on doing recon with Ron?"
She nodded dully, pretending she didn't see Ginny leading Pansy from the room. At night, she'd sometimes hear them fucking, and she was always glad to be out of the house, doing work for the Order. It comforted her that Harry hadn't seemed to trust Ginny enough lately to give her missions, though her relief and the bitterness it signified only made her feel guilty.
"Good. We're close, but I need all the help I can get."
Hermione nodded. "I'll go get ready."
She passed Pansy in the hallway, apparently mid-way to the loo. Ginny's bedroom door was closed, and Hermione paused after a moment's thought, spinning on her heel in the doorway of her room.
"Why are you here?" she asked suddenly, and Pansy nearly jumped in surprise, whipping around as she reached the bathroom and staring. The question seemed to catch her off-guard and there was a moment's pause before she replied.
"Why are you?" Pansy asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
Hermione couldn't believe her gall. "Why am I here?" She stepped out into the hall, making angry strides back towards Pansy as she spoke. "I want an end to Voldemort. I want to bring the Death Eaters down. I want to help Harry finish him with everything I have. What are you doing here, Parkinson?"
But before Pansy could answer, fingers were digging into Hermione's upper arm, and she was being spun around by bright, red-haired fury.
"What are you doing?" Ginny hissed.
Hermione shrugged her off. "I'm leaving." She glanced at Pansy as she swept past them and back down the steps, forgetting all about getting ready. "I've got work to do," she said snottily as she headed back to the kitchen, blinking hard to keep the tears in her eyes.
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She'd never seen Pansy's expression crumple like this before.
"I'm sorry, it's just that-"
"Get out."
Hermione shook her head, taking a step closer to Pansy. "We both knew it couldn't work, in the long run."
"Oh, really? Because it's news to me. Leave, Granger. I don't want you to try to contact me again."
Hermione didn't argue this time. She took it. She turned, and the world felt like it was spinning, but she found her way outside, and that's where she sat. She didn't move from Pansy's front stoop for hours. Not until the tears had dried on her cheeks and her chest stopped feeling like it was too tight to breathe.
When she could leave, she did, and she never turned back.
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They'd never made love like this before.
Pansy had surprised her today, had cornered her in the bathroom during Potions. Now Hermione found herself sitting on the sink, her knees pushed open as far as they'd go with her knickers around her ankles, and Pansy's fingers dancing along her inner thigh.
She'd tugged Hermione's shirt open first, and Hermione worried quietly about being able to reparo it before she returned to class. But for now, Pansy had an easy view of Hermione's boring cotton bra, and Hermione felt awkwardly exposed, perched atop the porcelain.
It had always been slower before; gentler, and more careful. Now it was a panicked, desperate mess that left Hermione grappling for control of the situation, or at least control of her balance, as Pansy brushed her fingers against her wet, naked cunt.
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Granger?"
Truth be told, she did - she didn't know why Pansy was torturing her like this, barely touching her when Hermione knew they had to get back to Potions, and soon. Pansy slid her fingers against Hermione's pussy again, and she tightened her thighs in spite of herself, desperately grabbing hold of the sink to keep from losing her balance.
Pansy laughed, parting her easily with manicured fingernails that Hermione was sure would scratch her in new and horrible ways each time they did this. Hermione squirmed as she felt a finger slide inside of her, slip-sliding back and forth as Pansy brushed her thumb lightly against Hermione's clit. Hermione nearly squeaked.
"Don't hold it in, Granger. I want them to hear you."
Hermione shook her head. "More," she whispered, and Pansy complied, pushing a second finger inside of Hermione with the next twist of her wrist. She sped up the thrusts now, and her free hand left off gripping Hermione's knee to tug on the cotton of her bra.
Hermione very nearly moaned at that, once Pansy's clever fingers encircled her nipple, her other hand busily curving fingers further up inside of Hermione with every fuck. Still, Pansy seemed resolved to sparing the barest of touches to her clit, brushing it with her thumb with every thrust inside of her.
Just when Hermione couldn't take anymore, just when she felt as though she'd reached the brink of orgasm, Pansy lowered herself to her knees, her fingers still buried inside of Hermione as she raised her chin and licked her lips, leaning forward until Hermione could feel her tongue encircling her clit.
She lapped at it as delicately as she ever had, soft wet swipes of her tongue as her breath warmed Hermione's pussy, her fingers still working inside of her, and it was all Hermione could take.
Her orgasm shook her as she felt herself tighten around Pansy's wonderful, amazing fingers, and she cried out, in spite of her best attempt not to. Pansy rode it out, fucking her through every last wave until Hermione felt as though she'd never move from this sink.
The bell was ringing somewhere that sounded very far off, and Pansy stood, licking her fingers with a smile before turning on her heel, pushing the door open, and leaving Hermione where she sat.
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The world had turned and left her here.
She wished so much that she had told her all of the things she'd kept hidden, all of the secrets of pain and longing she'd been enduring over the years. Instead she'd fought with her. They were always fighting. Fighting and fucking.
But Pansy came back, just like she always had. Today she was raging hot, dark fury, and Hermione was secretly thrilled. She'd long assumed that Pansy no longer cared for her, one way or the other. Sometimes, she wondered if she'd been forgotten. But now, she knew. Hermione was done with waiting.
She was just where Hermione expected to find her - Pansy had apparently taken up residence in their old flat, a place she'd once told Hermione she hoped to never see again.
Still, as familiar as it was, knocking on a door had never been harder.
Hermione was surprised that the door opened as quickly as it did. She was even more surprised to find Pansy wearing silky lingerie, a hastily fastened robe sliding open just enough to reveal racy black lace stretched tight across her chest.
"Oh," Hermione said, her heart sinking as Pansy's face registered shock and something else. "I didn't mean to… I hope I haven't… interrupted anything."
She swallowed hard, and Pansy stared at her for a moment, her hand still resting on the doorknob. For a second, Hermione wondered if she'd simply close the door in her face.
Instead, Pansy stepped back, letting the door swing wide and gesturing into what had formerly been their living room. "Please, come in."
Hermione hesitated, but accepted, stepping awkwardly into the apartment, her hands folded in front of her as she glanced around, expecting to find another scantily-clad woman. Perhaps Ginny.
"Looking for something?"
Hermione glanced over her shoulder as Pansy closed the door, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at Hermione expectantly.
"No, I just… Thought you might have company."
"Did you?" Pansy asked, and Hermione wondered at the strained tone of voice. "Is that why you're here? Hoping to catch me in flagrante?"
Hermione shook her head vehemently, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling her face burn with embarrassment. "You know that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here, Granger?"
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again. Sudden, overwhelming insecurity overcame her, and she was filled with the sudden urge to leave, to flee. She wasn't sure how she expected things to go, but this wasn't it.
"Granger?"
She'd already turned her back on Pansy once. She'd already left her once. Hermione crossed the space between them, her hands still clasped in front of her, Pansy's eyes betraying nothing as she watched her. Prying her fingers apart seemed like the most difficult thing to do, but then it was all familiar again, all easy, as she raised her hands, sliding her arms around Pansy's neck and pulling her into a kiss.
Pansy pulled away almost immediately, though, and Hermione felt her pride and expectations shatter as her arms fell awkwardly to her sides, Pansy staring down at her.
"You said we had unfinished business," Hermione said lamely, and Pansy continued to stare, drawing a hand up to her mouth to touch her lips in a strange, tender gesture.
"We do," Pansy said quietly. "But it's not something you can just finish yourself."
Hermione nodded quickly, dropping her gaze from that intense, dark, uncomfortable stare. "I'll just be going then," she said, and started for the door.
"And why would you do something stupid like that?"
Hermione stopped, her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at Pansy. "You said-"
"Granger," Pansy interrupted as she approached her. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to finish it?"
Hermione stared, finding herself unable to move, and Pansy placed a hand against the door, as if she were still trying to leave. "Oh," she managed, finally.
"You're always trying to leave," Pansy said quietly.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to. Not this time. Not last time."
Somehow, Pansy's hand had dropped to hers, and Hermione looked up to find her smiling. It was the first time she'd seen Pansy smile in what felt like years.
"Then don't."