#bliron

Pansy drew a puff from her cigarette, her long fingers holding it gently. Her nails painted a blood red, one gold ring below the nuckle, another below her finger nail, she pushed her right hand through her fluffy hair, looking down to her tight dress that clung to her curves.

She took sips of a small glass of straight whiskey, blowing puffs of smoke over the crowds of people standing closely to one another, talking about work, kids, and other boring things.

Her drink was preferable company.

She snorted, if her sixth year self saw her now she knew she would be pissed. Pansy took another long draw of the cigarette, searching the crowd of people.

Normally Draco would be with her, tonight however... he wasn't, something about the book he was writing about Potter. Pansy narrowed her eyes, looking closer at all the people in the hall.

She took a slow sip of her drink, rolling her eyes when she caught Weasley and Blaise sucking face, she quickly turned her head, her dark brown eyes landing on a certain Gryffindor.

This Gryffindor had fluffy dark chestnut hair that was left hanging around her face. Pansy smirked, letting her eyes wonder over the girl.

She was wearing a dark blue dress, that had a slit from her knee to her ankle. The steep v-neck revealed dark flesh, she had her nails painted the same shade of her dress and she held an empty martini glass in her left hand.

Pansy drank the other women in, looking at her perfect hourglass shape, taking in all the exposed dark flesh, Pansy smirked, pushing her cigarette back in her mouth. She diverted her eyes before Hermione tuned around.

She let her hand fall loosely to her hip and leaned against the bar, she sipped her drink as Hermione walked towards the bar.

"Pansy." She acknowledged, tipping her head slightly.

"Granger." She said back, taking another sip of her drink. Her voice was thick in alcohol and cigarette, making her sound husky.

Hermione smirked ordering another martini.

"See you tomorrow." Hermione said after her drink had arrived, she then pushed off the bar, walking through the thick crowd of people.

Pansy smirked and followed Hermione as she left. When they were out of the hall and into the corridor Pansy grabbed Hermione by the arm, stopping her in her tracks, making her turn.

Pansy pulled the other girl close, kissing her lips, Pansy's left hand held her drink and between two slim fingers her cigarette. She opted to instead cup Hermiones face with her right hand.

Their kiss was slow and passionate, both of their tongues tangoed around each other, the taste of alcohol still present. Pansy took her hand off Hermiones face, instead, hooking it around her waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss broke to allow them to breathe, they looked at each other for quite some time before Hermione said.

"We can finish this at my place." She took Pansy by her index and middle finger, Pansy's rings clinking together. Hermonie pulled Pansy from the Ministry... They did indeed finish what they had started.

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