This one takes a bit of setting up. Hermione's borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak *pats lovely Plot Device* and is following Pansy around. Pansy knows she's there. Don't ask me why. Again, I don't concern myself with details that actually matter.

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They stand there quietly a moment as McGonagall walks past, not even glancing where two girls stand hidden under the cloak, not daring to breathe. Pansy is afraid her heart will beat out of her chest, until she realizes that Granger's slight fingers still press against the sides of her rib cage. Then her heart stops.

Pansy takes a moment to remind herself that she is a Slytherin, a Parkinson, a Pureblood, all of these things adding up to an entitlement even she can't wholly comprehend. Slytherin. Parkinson. Pureblood. Slytherin. Parkinson. Pureblood. Want. Take. Have.

Granger clears her throat nervously and whispers "I think she's gone now," but Parkinson has already begun a steady incline toward her neck, startling the other girl into believing it an attack. She's not quite wrong.

Hermione freezes, tenses, wonders if she should scream but Pansy is already there, blonde hair against Hermione's cheek. Hermione chokes back a sob of fright when Pansy's lips touch her skin, directly above the jugular, infinitely more terrifying than the teeth she had been expecting.