Pansmione - Warmth
Crookshanks loved to curl up in Hermione’s lap on cold evenings. Hermione knew that he did it mostly for the sake of taking body heat, but it felt like love, too. She wore a fuzzy blue robe and matching slippers, and that helped entice Crookshanks close too.
Pansy, on the other hand, exclusively wore pure silk robes with jewel tones. Just as warm because silk was an insulator, but whenever Crookshanks tried to lay in her lap he tended to slip on the sleek fabric. Or try to dig in with his claws, which made Pansy shriek and push him off.
Hermione couldn’t really blame Pansy for that, though sometimes she scolded anyway. Crookshanks’s claws tended to be very sharp, being that he was part kneazle and made sure to sharpen them every day on whatever surface worked best for the job (usually the patch of magical carpet Hermione had made for the purpose, but unfortunately not always).
Today, however, was a rare day. Hermione walked into the living room to find the fire roaring and Pansy petting Crookshanks. He was gently kneading her silk covered thigh, keeping his claws to himself. Hermione felt the urge to praise him for being so polite.
Instead, she decided to praise Pansy.
“Thank you for petting him,” Hermione said, and Pansy looked up.
“It’s my pleasure,” Pansy practically purred, staring at Hermione, as unblinking as Crookshanks could be. “Though I’d rather be petting you, ‘Mione.”
Suddenly, Hermione was rather more warm.