Pansy Parkinson has never really talked to Hermione Granger. Yeah, they’ve been in the same classes since middle school, and they probably pass each other in the halls dozens of times a day, but they’ve never, like, spoken. Even though they work at the same ratty, old diner after school, Hermione’s shifts go from 3pm to 7pm, and Pansy’s always late to her 7pm to 11pm shift. Until, you know, Pansy needs someone to cover her shift. And she knows where Hermione hangs out at lunch, with her football playing friends, and she’s seen her walk around with the same branded apron, has swept into the diner as Hermione’s leaving and, well, it’s not like she has any other choice, does she?
Hermione and Pansy’s eighth year at Hogwarts is coming to an uninspiring and rather dull end. After almost nine months of monotonous classes, stressful exams, and all of the other wonders of almost-adulthood, both are ready to get the fuck out of Hogwarts and not look back. The only consolation lies just beyond graduation-- Pansy has accepted a dream job offer, and the paperwork for Hermione’s London apartment has, at last, been finalized.
But, of course, it can’t last. When two idiots in their Charms class get into a fight, Pansy and Hermione are at the wrong place during the wrong time, and because of it they’re plunged into a chaotic and seemingly never-ending situation that threatens to derail their lives as they know it.
“What? What are you talking about?”
Draco sighs, shaking his head. “I’m saying that if you want to win this campaign, you have to be in a relationship.”
“Well, I’m not in a relationship,” Hermione snaps. “This entire discussion is wasting time, okay? We just have to find another angle. Maybe focusing on my political record--”
“I have someone. Someone who’s willing to help you out.”
Hermione pauses. Even Ginny’s gaze snaps up from her phone.
“Say that again?”
“Pansy Parkinson. From school. She’s been living in Paris for the past couple years, doing charity work and dabbling in local politics. She’s willing to pose as your very serious girlfriend until the end of the campaign.” Draco waves his hand around. “For something in return, of course.”
“No-- absolutely not!” Hermione says sharply. “We can’t do that!”
Draco cocks his head. “Can’t we, though?”
Hermione’s on track to become the youngest Minister of Magic in history. There’s just one issue-- the polls hate her. Well, the polls hate her gayness, specifically. When a solution is presented that could fix everything, who’s she to decline?
Of course Adora’s on the same train. Of all the trains in the world, Catra has to board the one with perfect, talented, smiling Adora sitting right up front. It’s fucking infuriating and unfair, but Catra has no other choice. It’s happening.
It’ll take 3 days and ten hours, the conductor says, to get to San Francisco from New York. Catra just has to avoid Adora for 3 days and ten hours. That’s it.
But she’s never been able to avoid Adora. And Adora’s never been able to avoid her.
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Nov 2020
It was early October of eighth year when Draco and Harry got together. It was loud and dramatic, like everything else they did with each other.
It was late October when Blaise started sneaking out to the Quidditch Pitch at odd hours of the day, and it was November when someone spotted him kissing Ginny Weasley in the hall.
And it was right before Thanksgiving when Ron and Lavender, hand in hand, walked into the eighth year common room and announced they were going to give it another try.
And in between, it was Dean and Seamus, and Padma and Theo, and Millicent and Anthony, and all the rest, pairing up quickly and sweetly, until it felt like Pansy and Hermione were the only ones left in the entire school who weren’t in a relationship.
From there, it was all so inevitable.
Ten years after Hogwarts and ten years after the most devastating breakup either of them have ever been through, Pansy and Hermione start to make their way back together again.