fear is the heart of love
Title: Fear Is The Heart Of Love
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 608
Summary: "Jealous? Mmhm. I like jealous. It smells like love, but tastes much more bitter."
Note: I haven't written fanfic in so long, I just wanted to get something down. The quote is from something I saw zofbadfaith post, and the title is from Death Cab For Cutie's I Will Follow You Into The Dark, my soundtrack to writing this.
Hermione did not like the sound of this at all.
Pansy was going away on a two week trip with Astoria-and if conflict between Hermione and Astoria hadn’t been rough for the past three years anyway, it was sure going to get rough now. If it had been on a business trip, Hermione wouldn’t have minded so much. But no, they were going to Italy, of all places. Pansy had always said she wanted to go there.
And Astoria was paying for all of it.
It wasn’t Hermione’s fault that the job of her dreams didn’t pay for all her dream vacations, and it wasn’t her fault that Pansy’s job was the same. And besides, if Pansy had wanted to vacation with Hermione, she would’ve said something, right? (Of course she would’ve, they’ve been living together for a year.)
“I don’t want you to go.” Hermione mumbled into their bedspread, because she didn’t want to watch Pansy pack her bags, didn’t want her to hear the words she’d been dying to say since Pansy had announced the day she’d be leaving.
“What’d you say, love?” Hermione heard the rustling of clothes stop, heard the mattress creak in its left corner like it did as Pansy sat down from her small task. She felt a warm hand stroke the hair back from her neck and felt a kiss press itself on her shoulder blade. She sighed.
It was impossible to be upset with Pansy when she was being so lovely.
And really, Hermione had no reason to be upset with Pansy-she was just traveling with her best friend, after all, but Hermione didn’t like Astoria’s history, with or without her girlfriend. Of course, it’s not like Hermione blames Pansy for dating Astoria; rich and beautiful and admittedly cunning, what’s not to like?
Still, that didn’t help a single thing.
“I’ll be back before Valentine’s Day, you know,” Pansy said before she pressed a kiss into Hermione’s palm. “I’ll bring you a gift to make up for my absence.”
“It’s not just your absence that’s going to bother me.” Hermione said, rolling over onto her back. Pansy moved the brunette’s head into her lap so she could fiddle with the strands of wild hair that she loved. She smiled down at her with a little twinkle in her eye that was there all the time now; her little twinkle of happiness.
“What is it, then?”
“You know I don’t like Astoria.”
“Well, you know I don’t care much for Harry, either.”
“But Harry’s not… incredibly sexy like Astoria is.”
“Are you jealous?”
Hermione blushed, tugged on Pansy’s hand, threaded their fingers together. “Yes. Very much so.”
“Mmhm. I like jealous. It smells like love, but tastes much more bitter.” Pansy grinned and leaned down to kiss Hermione’s forehead. “You know you’ve nothing to worry about. I’m only in love with you, after all.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about. I just don’t want Astoria making moves on you.” Hermione replied, her eyes still closed (she always closes her eyes when Pansy kisses parts of her).
“Well, I’ll just have to stop her, won’t I?”
Hermione opened her eyes and saw that same young look on Pansy’s face-her always patient smile and that same little twinkle in her eye. How she could always put up with Hermione’s jealousy was a mystery to her.
“You’re perfect, you know.” Hermione said, squeezing a few fingers that belonged to Pansy as she leaned up for a kiss. She whispered, “I love you,” against Pansy’s lips, because she could never say it enough.
Pansy smiled against Hermione’s lips and words. “I know.”