Having received her badge early on in the holidays, Hermione was beyond excited to see what being a Prefect would bring her. Sure, she’d been in positions of leadership before, like in third grade when the teacher needed a line monitor, or the past four years since she’d made friends with Ron and Harry. Despite this, this opportunity was bigger, better. And it was equally exciting.
At least, that’s what she thought, until she and Ron went with McGonagall to be taken to the first Prefect meeting, alongside the other Heads of Houses and the Headmaster. As she strode into the large room, filled mostly by a grand yet simple table surrounded by 15 chairs, she saw who the other prefects were. Particularly the Slytherin Prefects.
Draco Malfoy, whose proud, pompous grin turned quickly into a sneer as she caught his eye.
And.
Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy fucking Parkinson. Of course.
She quickly averted her eyes as Pansy turned to face her, instead focusing on Professor Dumbledore, who happened to be entering the room from the other end. At his presence, all eight of the soon-to-be-Prefects straightened, aside from Ron, who’s casual vibe had yet to drop at the seriousness of his appointment. If anything, being appointed Prefect had made him even more casual, proud that he was living up to his family’s expectations. And while that was good for him, great even, it was not so good for Hermione, who seemed to be losing control of her two best friends more and more. She seemed to be losing control in general, especially regarding other people. Or a certain other person.
As the meeting continued, Professor Dumbledore made sure to outline all the duties of a Prefect, including their required patrols of the Hogwarts Halls after curfew, to ensure that all the students had made it into their dorms if they were lost. He had also added, with a twinkle in his eye, that they also had the authority to dish out detentions to those who were out on purpose. At this, Hermione noticed Malfoy sit up straighter and even begin to grin just a little, before a bored looking Pansy kicked him under the table. She only focused on Pansy’s face as she stuck her tongue out at her Prefect partner. Not much more of the meeting went through Hermione’s ears, and this distressed her greatly as she reflected back on it, because there was no way she would be able to ask anyone else from that meeting what she had missed. A small, annoying part of her brain told her it was entirely worth it, as she had instead spent the time scanning Pansy’s face. She wouldn’t dare admit that she had zoned out in a meeting that important, ignoring her small voice. Her only option would have been Ron, but she doubted he even listened as long as she did. Regardless, she caught on that patrol duty schedules would be on the bulletin boards in their respective Common Rooms. With that, they were dismissed, and Hermione walked dreamily back to the Gryffindor Tower, a mildly confused Ron in tow.
Having sorted herself out and gone through a week’s worth of ‘POTTAH’ ‘mALFoY’ from her best friend and his arch nemesis, Hermione was anxious and excited for her first patrol. She would have to meet another Prefect in front of the Great Hall’s entrance, and their patrol would begin from there.
One could imagine Hermione’s disbelief when none other than Pansy Parkinson appeared from the corridor.
Oh boy, this was going to be a long weekly patrol.
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As it turned out, after a few weeks of patrol with Pansy, the shifts were not long at all. In fact, they were short. Wayyy too short. Hermione couldn’t believe they would only put them on duty for that long, and even though the two got nothing but each other done in the time allocated, no one ever caught nor questioned them, so there didn’t seem to be a need for anything but time.
On one fine night of patrol, Pansy, sporting a grin and green ribbons in her hair, met a giddy Granger outside the Great Hall. After checking her surroundings to make sure they were alone, Hermione jumped at Pansy, wrapping her in a hug, before making the move to snog her senseless. Despite this, she didn’t snog her senseless, but the two pulled apart after a minute and decided to head to a more, covert, spot. They walked some distance toward their favourite empty classroom, before it seemed Pansy couldn't wait any longer. She turned on Hermione, and using their intertwined hands, she pinned her against the wall. At the sight of her slightly taller girlfriend hovering over her, Hermione's breath quickened and her mouth went dry as she took in her girlfriend's deep brown eyes and sharply cut black bob. Her heart raced as she lunged for her, catching both their lips in a snog.
Pansy's hand released Hermione's, and instead went one into her bouncy hair and one onto her shoulder. Hermione's hands took a different path, and made their way up Pansy's skirt, groping her ass as the two snogged against the wall. There was a loud moan.
They pulled apart.
"I didn't know you could moan that loud Parkinson," Hermione smirked.
"Me? I thought that was you…"
The two jumped apart at the prospect of being seen. Despite their snogging having begun many weeks ago, they had yet to reveal their relationship to any of their friends. To be caught out now would just be embarrassing.
No one came. They didn’t hear anything more.
“Must’ve imagined it.”
“Yeah well, how about we go in?”
Hermione grabbed Pansy’s hand and led her into their favourite empty classroom. This room was carpeted in dark green whirls and swirls, with cushions of all colours alongside the colourful desks and chairs. It had a nice atmosphere to it, and as such they resumed their endeavours. Hermione against the wall, Pansy’s ass occupied with hands, they had a grand old time.
BANG!
The two pulled apart in shock, before turning to stare at an equally shocked, and dishevelled, Draco and Harry. Hermione blinked. Once, twice. Shook her head.
“Am I dreaming or did Draco and Harry just walk in holding hands?”
“I think we’re both dreaming.”
The panting pair of boys quickly released their held hands at that, flustered, before Draco turned to Pansy, gawking.
“You’re shagging a Gryffindor???”
Pansy outright scoffed at that, incredulousness and mirth in her eyes as she responded.
“ME shagging a Gryffindor?? You’re shagging bloody POTTER, King Gryffindor???”
Draco winced at that, opening his mouth to defend himself, before looking at Potter. He turned on Pansy.
“Well maybe I am! Just because you couldn’t land the Chosen One doesn’t mean-”
“J- H- WHA- What on EARTH do you mean just because I couldn’t land him?? I’ve got someone a thousand times prettier-”
“Don’t you DARE devalue Potter-”
Their bickering continued as the compliments piled onto Harry and Hermione. The two shared a shy glance of mutual understanding, knowing how stubborn both their partners were, and knowing the required secrecy.
“... Do we have to tell Ron about th-” Harry was cut off by the closet in the classroom opening loudly, revealing yet another Gryffindor and Slytherin.
“Bloody ‘ell, you’re both snogging snakes too??” Came the ginger’s voice. It was accompanied by a deep hearty chuckle from a dark skinned man.
“Ron???” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“BLAISE???????” Draco and Pansy screeched.
The two closet boys just shrugged and walked out, seemingly a lot more amused by the situation than either of the previous pairs. Hands held between them, they seemed to put the whole situation at ease.
Seeing their intertwined hands, Pansy reached to quickly grab Hermione’s hand, while Draco just walked behind Harry and wrapped his arms around him, glaring at the others.
“Seems the cat’s out of the bag hey?”
That was the beginning of MANY, somewhat awkward but mostly ridiculous, triple dates.
And they all lived gayly ever after.
The end.