And back to English
And now back to English, just to post a ficlet I've had for quite some time.
Untitled.
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Unbetaed. Non native writer.
Rating: PG
Hermione made her way to the furthest table on the dimly light bar; she was feeling uncomfortable and out of place there; it was the first time she ever went to that kind of bar, and she guessed it was going to be the last one. It wasn't that the bar was that bad, but the fact of being seen in an only girls club, even a muggle one, made her feel too exposed. As if someone who knew her could see her and know her secret.
Only it wasn't a secret, after all.
But that was beyond the point. She just didn't want to be recognized as a girl who would go to a dykes' bar.
She looked around and saw that the bar was beginning to fill; a couple of androgynous girls sat on one table, looking totally at home and talking animatedly with the waitress. On another table a girl was sitting alone, sipping a beer from a long necked bottle and waiting for someone with a slightly bored expression. There were some girls chatting at the bar, the bartender laughing at something one of them said and shaking her head with the amused expression of someone familiar.
Someone stopped in front of Hermione, halting her perusal of her surroundings. Hermione looked up to see a pretty girl in her past twenties, she had curly reddish hair falling past her shoulders, a pretty face and hazel eyes hidden behind green framed glasses. A bit older that Hermione; she had a gentle expression on her face and smiled asking if she could sit with her.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend." Hermione said uncomfortably.
"Would she mind if I keep you company in the mean time?" the girl said, and Hermione just shrugged, wondering why did she decided to go there and if it would be rude to just say no.
Ten minutes later the girl hadn't realized yet she was not successful. Whishing she could just go home and be done with it, Hermione excused herself and went to the toilet. That little excursion was proving to be even more boring than she imagined, but she had been dared to do it. And Hermione didn't want to back from that dare.
There was another girl in the table when she returned. Hermione sighed and made up her mind, she wasn't going to stay; she would finish her drink and go home.
"Hey, Herm!" the red head called her, "let me introduce you to Patricia!"
Hermione cast a glance at the new girl and sighed again. She was pretty, and closer to her age. She had blonde locks framing a delicate pale face and clear eyes, almost grey, and looked up at her smiling.
"Pleased to meet you, Herm." Patricia said with a little smirk.
"Likewise," Hermione said trying to be polite, and took the empty seat besides Patricia.
"She's waiting for her girlfriend, Pat. She's not interested." Hermione heard the redhead whispering to Patricia.
"But maybe I could offer you something that will interest you." Patricia turned to look at Hermione, knowing she had heard.
"I doubt it." Hermione said dropping the pretence.
"But you will, it's something that will really interest you. If you come home with me." And again that little smirk grazed her lips. The other girl fell silent watching them, more interested now in that little act that in picking up Hermione.
"What could you offer me to make me go with you?" Hermione asked uninterested, and to prove her point took a last swallow of her drink and stood up to go.
"I would read you in bed." Patricia said dropping her voice to almost a purr.
"Read?" the red head giggled shaking her head, but Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and turned back.
"Read me?" she sat again and looked at Patricia with some interest for the first time.
"Yes, I would read you while you lie against me, whispering words in your ear," her voice turned into a soft whisper, caressing Hermione with soft puffs or air close to her ear. "I would read you 'El Quijote', in Spanish; I just got it from a friend. I would hold you and the book in my arms, touching its soft pages, caressing the old parchment with my fingertips while the smell of dust and ancient ink surrounds us."
Hermione suppressed a shudder, and smiled at the image her brain provided. Two naked bodies in a big bed, her back pressing against Patricia's chest and her hands embracing her, holding a centuries old book in front of them while her voice gave life to the biggest adventure ever told.
"And where did you get that wonderful book?" she asked, her voice low too, refusing to break the magic the other girl had created.
"A friend of mine gave it to me."
"A really generous friend, I guess," Hermione said, looking Patricia in the eye and feeling the fantasy surrounding her again. "That's a very expensive book."
"I know, and I will give it to you, if you let me read it tonight."
They were really close now, Patricia's breath warming Hermione's lips in soft puffs. Hermione lowered her eyes to her lips, and wondered for a second if they would be as soft as they looked. And before she knew it she closed the distance and was kissing Patricia, in a table of some dykes' bar, in front of who knew how many other girls.
Patricia's lips were soft, and warm. And when they parted to the gently probing tongue trying to get entrance, Hermione tasted her. And she tasted like cinnamon and sunlight, like being home. She was dimly aware of a soft gasp close, and remembered that there was another girl in the table with them, but nothing mattered but the wet tongue tangling with hers, the warm spreading through her body and the faint tingling feeling rushing down.
They parted for breath after some time, and Hermione looked at Patricia and smirked.
"And how did you get Draco to give you that book?" she asked mischievously. "And when did you get that name, Pansy? It doesn't suit you. By the way, you are late."
Untitled.
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Unbetaed. Non native writer.
Rating: PG
Hermione made her way to the furthest table on the dimly light bar; she was feeling uncomfortable and out of place there; it was the first time she ever went to that kind of bar, and she guessed it was going to be the last one. It wasn't that the bar was that bad, but the fact of being seen in an only girls club, even a muggle one, made her feel too exposed. As if someone who knew her could see her and know her secret.
Only it wasn't a secret, after all.
But that was beyond the point. She just didn't want to be recognized as a girl who would go to a dykes' bar.
She looked around and saw that the bar was beginning to fill; a couple of androgynous girls sat on one table, looking totally at home and talking animatedly with the waitress. On another table a girl was sitting alone, sipping a beer from a long necked bottle and waiting for someone with a slightly bored expression. There were some girls chatting at the bar, the bartender laughing at something one of them said and shaking her head with the amused expression of someone familiar.
Someone stopped in front of Hermione, halting her perusal of her surroundings. Hermione looked up to see a pretty girl in her past twenties, she had curly reddish hair falling past her shoulders, a pretty face and hazel eyes hidden behind green framed glasses. A bit older that Hermione; she had a gentle expression on her face and smiled asking if she could sit with her.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend." Hermione said uncomfortably.
"Would she mind if I keep you company in the mean time?" the girl said, and Hermione just shrugged, wondering why did she decided to go there and if it would be rude to just say no.
Ten minutes later the girl hadn't realized yet she was not successful. Whishing she could just go home and be done with it, Hermione excused herself and went to the toilet. That little excursion was proving to be even more boring than she imagined, but she had been dared to do it. And Hermione didn't want to back from that dare.
There was another girl in the table when she returned. Hermione sighed and made up her mind, she wasn't going to stay; she would finish her drink and go home.
"Hey, Herm!" the red head called her, "let me introduce you to Patricia!"
Hermione cast a glance at the new girl and sighed again. She was pretty, and closer to her age. She had blonde locks framing a delicate pale face and clear eyes, almost grey, and looked up at her smiling.
"Pleased to meet you, Herm." Patricia said with a little smirk.
"Likewise," Hermione said trying to be polite, and took the empty seat besides Patricia.
"She's waiting for her girlfriend, Pat. She's not interested." Hermione heard the redhead whispering to Patricia.
"But maybe I could offer you something that will interest you." Patricia turned to look at Hermione, knowing she had heard.
"I doubt it." Hermione said dropping the pretence.
"But you will, it's something that will really interest you. If you come home with me." And again that little smirk grazed her lips. The other girl fell silent watching them, more interested now in that little act that in picking up Hermione.
"What could you offer me to make me go with you?" Hermione asked uninterested, and to prove her point took a last swallow of her drink and stood up to go.
"I would read you in bed." Patricia said dropping her voice to almost a purr.
"Read?" the red head giggled shaking her head, but Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and turned back.
"Read me?" she sat again and looked at Patricia with some interest for the first time.
"Yes, I would read you while you lie against me, whispering words in your ear," her voice turned into a soft whisper, caressing Hermione with soft puffs or air close to her ear. "I would read you 'El Quijote', in Spanish; I just got it from a friend. I would hold you and the book in my arms, touching its soft pages, caressing the old parchment with my fingertips while the smell of dust and ancient ink surrounds us."
Hermione suppressed a shudder, and smiled at the image her brain provided. Two naked bodies in a big bed, her back pressing against Patricia's chest and her hands embracing her, holding a centuries old book in front of them while her voice gave life to the biggest adventure ever told.
"And where did you get that wonderful book?" she asked, her voice low too, refusing to break the magic the other girl had created.
"A friend of mine gave it to me."
"A really generous friend, I guess," Hermione said, looking Patricia in the eye and feeling the fantasy surrounding her again. "That's a very expensive book."
"I know, and I will give it to you, if you let me read it tonight."
They were really close now, Patricia's breath warming Hermione's lips in soft puffs. Hermione lowered her eyes to her lips, and wondered for a second if they would be as soft as they looked. And before she knew it she closed the distance and was kissing Patricia, in a table of some dykes' bar, in front of who knew how many other girls.
Patricia's lips were soft, and warm. And when they parted to the gently probing tongue trying to get entrance, Hermione tasted her. And she tasted like cinnamon and sunlight, like being home. She was dimly aware of a soft gasp close, and remembered that there was another girl in the table with them, but nothing mattered but the wet tongue tangling with hers, the warm spreading through her body and the faint tingling feeling rushing down.
They parted for breath after some time, and Hermione looked at Patricia and smirked.
"And how did you get Draco to give you that book?" she asked mischievously. "And when did you get that name, Pansy? It doesn't suit you. By the way, you are late."