A/N: me: look at the hundred different things I SHOULD be writing right now! also me: but………. pansmione post-war drabble? still me: … yeah that’s a good idea. (shoutout as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann who read this on her break at work and reassured me that it was good! & tagging @provocative-envy bc your love for pansy lights up my life, and @ff-sunset-oasis who seemed especially excited by kind-of-sad definitely-gay pansmione!) (and, two related songs because i have a Problem)
You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed the plan
You put the brakes on this
And it drove me
And it drove me
And it drove me wild
- Tegan and Sara, Drove Me Wild
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better
- The Chainsmokers, Paris
Hermione Granger was standing on her front stoop.
Pansy had opened the front door, ready to bitch out whoever decided to knock at such an ungodly hour of the day, and instead found Hermione Granger.
Immediately, Pansy’s blood started to boil and her heart started to pound and she was about to slam the door when she realized that Hermione didn’t actually look very good. At all. Her dark skin was ashy and her cheeks were streaked with tears and she was wearing a dark green sweater that Pansy recognized a little too closely, arms wrapped around her body and a small leather rucksack slung over one shoulder.
They stood there for a long moment, each looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak first. In the end, it was Hermione.
“You look good.” She said, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying and she clearly had to work not to hiccup in the middle of the short sentence and Pansy narrowed her eyes, crossed her pale arms over her chest.
“You don’t.” Pansy snapped back, but instead of jumping to the challenge like usual, instead of snarking something in response, Hermione just looked down at the ground and sighed, then nodded.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong and Hermione was on her front step. Which was another question in itself.
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