In my dreams your with me
written by Ĵαмɛƨ Sнαω
(2nd book out)Pansmione story. Watch how Pansy steals her first kiss and how Hermione allows it. Read on how Pansy and Draco end up fighting over Granger and Ron starts dating an un-trust worthy some one who will share the golden trio's secrets...(and it's not Lavender haha;)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Ha. It's what you get.
Chapter 7
*For some reason I made this in Draco's P.O.V again, sorry.*
I turned as my eyes filled with tears. After seeing Pansy and Granger kissing I'd lost my appetite so I got up and left Weasley and Blaise to do their business together. And by that I mean snogging their tounge's out. I stormed into the common room and sat down looking into the fire and thinking about everything. How Hermione wasn't and never was going to be mine. How Hermione was Pansy's and even Blasie had someone but I didn't. Even Weaslett has a girlfriend. Yes two Weasle children are gay, how wonderful. Like I would expect more from a blood traitor family like them. I thought about how Potter had his own group of fangirls flaking him wherever he went and how Pansy and Hermione were probably snogging in a broom closet. I threw a pillow into the fire and watched it slowly burn, it gave me satisfaction for some reason and I felt powerful. At least I did until I heard Hermione's voice saying. "Quidditch." Witch was the new password. Pansy and Hermione ran in giggling but stopped when they saw me sitting on the couch. "I-erm..." I had no clue what to say in front of Hermione, who's eyes flickered to the pillow and back to me again. "Is that your's Malfoy?" Hermione asked, pointing to the fire. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment. "No-um-that's not really mine because I don't own it..." Pansy kissed Hermione on the nose and said sweetly. "Come on 'Mione lets go to your common room instead." Hermione answered by pecking Pansy on the cheek. I turned shaking and my breath was speeding up. They knew, they knew they knew they /knew/! They knew I loved Hermione and were doing everything in their power to hurt me. I turned around again to yell at Pansy but they were gone, they must have left without me knowing. I started pacing the room and heard a soft crumple under my shoe and looked down, lifting my foot. It was a little note written on Muggle paper. It must be from Hermione! I bent down and picked it up unfolding it as I sat down. It read;
Dear Malfoy,
Pansy wants to claim me as her and I as well. You must understand that you can't own the world and people aren't your play things. I just want you to know that I'm not sorry that I love Pansy but I hope you will be okay.
She cared. She cared about my feelings. That /must/ mean she likes me even the tiniest bit but I was excited anyways. Hermione Granger cared about my feelings. If only I had known there was another piece of paper in the room.
I turned as my eyes filled with tears. After seeing Pansy and Granger kissing I'd lost my appetite so I got up and left Weasley and Blaise to do their business together. And by that I mean snogging their tounge's out. I stormed into the common room and sat down looking into the fire and thinking about everything. How Hermione wasn't and never was going to be mine. How Hermione was Pansy's and even Blasie had someone but I didn't. Even Weaslett has a girlfriend. Yes two Weasle children are gay, how wonderful. Like I would expect more from a blood traitor family like them. I thought about how Potter had his own group of fangirls flaking him wherever he went and how Pansy and Hermione were probably snogging in a broom closet. I threw a pillow into the fire and watched it slowly burn, it gave me satisfaction for some reason and I felt powerful. At least I did until I heard Hermione's voice saying. "Quidditch." Witch was the new password. Pansy and Hermione ran in giggling but stopped when they saw me sitting on the couch. "I-erm..." I had no clue what to say in front of Hermione, who's eyes flickered to the pillow and back to me again. "Is that your's Malfoy?" Hermione asked, pointing to the fire. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment. "No-um-that's not really mine because I don't own it..." Pansy kissed Hermione on the nose and said sweetly. "Come on 'Mione lets go to your common room instead." Hermione answered by pecking Pansy on the cheek. I turned shaking and my breath was speeding up. They knew, they knew they knew they /knew/! They knew I loved Hermione and were doing everything in their power to hurt me. I turned around again to yell at Pansy but they were gone, they must have left without me knowing. I started pacing the room and heard a soft crumple under my shoe and looked down, lifting my foot. It was a little note written on Muggle paper. It must be from Hermione! I bent down and picked it up unfolding it as I sat down. It read;
Dear Malfoy,
Pansy wants to claim me as her and I as well. You must understand that you can't own the world and people aren't your play things. I just want you to know that I'm not sorry that I love Pansy but I hope you will be okay.
She cared. She cared about my feelings. That /must/ mean she likes me even the tiniest bit but I was excited anyways. Hermione Granger cared about my feelings. If only I had known there was another piece of paper in the room.
