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Veritaserum, vampire, voluntary. Pansmione. 1k

She lives!!!!!!! I finally got a random stroke of inspiration for this so instead of working on my multiple WIPS, have some random Pansmione!

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On Trial

Pairing: Pansiome

Rating: Teen (probably? Honestly if it’s not mature or explicit, I have no clue how to rate stuff but Teen sounds like a safe bet)

CW: Talk of Animal Hunting -one of the characters is honestly a vampire and while I feel like hunting animals as opposed to feeding from humans is a common trope, I know it grosses some people out and feel the need to mention it.

I also wanna go ahead and tag @pansmione cause I always tag them in all Pansmione related things lol

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“The accused stands charged with attacking and then drinking the blood of a Muggle, thereby breaching the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy as well as violating the terms of her probation. If the accused cannot produce witness against these accusations then-”

I can prove she’s innocent!” the words flew out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop herself. Moments such as this had her cursing her Gryffindor bravery. It always seemed to rear its ugly head before she could formulate a thorough course of action. Shite.

Kinglsey quirked an eyebrow at her but motioned for her to take the seat at the center of the room where Pansy Parkinson was currently sitting. As Parkinson rose from her seat to relinquish it to Hermione, their eyes locked for the briefest of moments. Hermione tried to pour the depth of her apology into her gaze. She never wanted the truth to come out this way. This wasn’t her secret to tell but the thought of remaining silent…she couldn’t allow it.

“Bring forth the veritaserum.” The words made Hermione grip the arms of her chair so tightly her knuckles whitened. She didn’t question if it was necessary, it certainly wasn’t. Hermione’s reputation within the Ministry was impeccable but she knew this was a high profile case. All the cases pertaining to ex Death Eaters and their children were high profile cases. The Daily Prophet gobbled up any scrap of negative press they could get like the vultures they were.

As the veritaserum worked its way through her system, Hermione scanned the courtroom to find Parkinson’s dark eyes glaring at her with an intensity that she was honestly afraid of. Veritaserum worked quickly, apparently, because she certainly wouldn’t have admitted something like that without it. She managed to mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ before the questioning began.

“For the record, please state your full name for the Wizengamot.”

“Hermione Jean Granger.” The words slid out of her mouth like water between her fingers. She was vaguely aware of the fact that she didn’t want to be doing this. Some part of her knew this was such a devastating breach of trust but the alternative was too bleak and terrible.

“And how is it, that you say you can prove the innocence of the accused?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, feeling her stubbornness barreling toward the surface to fight the Veritaserum neck-and-neck “she was with me the night of the attack.” Flash. Flash. Flash. The uproar was instantaneous, from the rapid fire shots from the cameras, the outraged shocks, the scandalized murmurs. It took Kingsley nearly a full two minutes to get the courtroom under control again.

“Why was the accused with you that night, Ms.Granger?”

“She was hungry”

A couple of Wizengamot members clucked in frustration at such a basic answer but Kingsley seemed completely unbothered. Her leaned back in his chair, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lip.

“What is the nature of your relationship with the accused, Ms.Granger?”

Hermione couldn’t help herself, she looked over at Parkinson “She’s my girlfriend. We’ve been together for three years, five months, and seventeen days.”

The courtroom exploded with flashing bulbs and the furious scratch of quills against parchment. It was pandemonium. To Hermione’s ears it was all a gentle hum of background noise as she took in the expression on her lover’s face, their best kept secret laid bare to the world. If they were girlfriends when they walked into the courtroom, Hermione wasn’t so sure they would be when they walked out. Pansy looked seconds away from Avada Kedavra’ing her in front of the entire Wizengamot and spending the rest of her natural born life in Azkaban.

Their relationship was supposed to be a secret. They had agreed on that during their eighth year, they’d made a promise to each other to keep it secret just long enough for Pansy to work through the legal issues surrounding her finances. With both her parents in Azkaban and she herself being on probation there was so much red tape for Pansy to run through and being the child of a couple of Death Eaters certainly didn’t make anything easier on her. Their relationship had been…rocky…at first. It started when Hermione caught Pansy in the forest draining a deer dry. The sight was absolutely ghastly and she had of course gone off on a complete tangent about how Pansy shouldn’t be killing animals on school property.

Pansy hadn’t liked her crash course in ethics and snapped that she was either going to drain some “fuzzy little creature” dry once a day or she’d be coming after Hermione’s “pretty little throat” about once a week. It was meant to be sarcastic and scathing and so incredibly Slytherin but Hermione refused to back down from the challenge. She’d voluntarily become Pansy Parkinson’s primary source of food just to get her to stop killing defenseless creatures on school grounds.

It started off awkward at first. Hermione mostly talked to Parkinson -because it was Parkinson back then for a long time- while she fed in an attempt to get through the pain and the awkwardness of it all. They’d meet in the Room of Requirement, Parkinson would feed, Hermione would ramble, and then they’d part ways. After a month, Parkinson started responding to all of Hermione’s babbling after she’d fed. After two months of pouring her heart out and venting her frustrations, Hermione realized things with Ron weren’t going to improve. When they broke up it was Parkinson that consoled her, even though it was her decision -one Ron agreed with- she was still hurt by it. Ron was her first love and Parkinson dutifully listened to all her woes. After six months Parkinson had become Pansy and shortly after they shared their first kiss…the rest seemed like ancient history now.

Hermione didn’t know whether she was necessarily a lesbian, but she knew she cared deeply for Pansy. After a year she knew for a fact she loved her and after two years she knew she was hopelessly in love but now she may have just destroyed everything they’d built together. The rest of the trial finished up nice and neat, concise and fast like Wizengamot trials were intended to be and Hermione endured it all in a Veritaserum laced blur.

It wasn’t until she heard Kingsley threatening to ban the reporters from future trials that Hermione even realized it was over. Pansy had been cleared of all charges thanks to her statement but she also still looked ready to murder something so Hermione had no idea where they stood. Pansy pulled her off into a small conference room down the hall and slammed the door shut behind her, perfectly manicured nails drumming against her bicep.

“You,” she said after a moment, pointing her finger in Hermione’s face “are so idiotically Gryffindor yet so bloody fucking brilliant I don’t know whether I want to kiss you or hex you into the Netherworld.” Sighing, Pansy strode forward and captured Hermione’s lips in a searing, passionate kiss. Pansy had always been good at answering her own questions.

#pansmione #Hermione Granger #Pansy Parkinson #hermione x pansy #secret relationships #vampire #veritaserum #writing prompt #Hermione being a stereotypical Gryffindor and jumping in head first #aka Hermione pulling a Harry #whoops

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