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The Wild Haired Girl//Pansmione College AU- Part 2

@slytheringirlsgang event: Slytherdor Ships

A/N: It’s literally taken me so long to finish this because I write like one sentence a day with all the studying and stress I have going on at the moment! I don’t know whether to keep uploading these here or to stick to AO3, so let me know whether you want to keep seeing these on Tumblr! 

Also callout @fortesques I love u so much

Part I

It’s raining heavily when Pansy sees her for the second time.

Her head is still pounding from the alcohol that slid down her throat so easily at 3 am, with chants of encouragement from her friends. 

Millicent and Draco didn’t seem to be aware that their encouragement wasn’t actually necessary; the taste of menthol tainted vodka sticking to her throat is the only thing that almost erases the memory of the sweet scent of jasmine that still lingers in her nose before she drifts to sleep at night. 

It’s a very cloudy day, but the sun is still too fucking bright, making her squint behind her sunglasses as she takes a sip of her Americano, the taste of gin that she’d carelessly chucked in from her flask burning at the sides of her cheeks.

“Fuck.”

The rain starts suddenly, pouring down and drenching her within seconds, hair sticking to her face and her sunglasses now covered in droplets that now completely obstructed her vision. 

“Fuck,” she mutters again, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head and rushing towards the nearest possible roof. The fucking cherry on top though, is stepping into a massive puddle and feeling the muddy water soak through her brand new white Adidas trainers and find its way inside her socks. 

Finally sheltered under the roof of a nearby bookstore, she whips out her phone, swiping past the drunken group photo that graces her lockscreen and dialing the first number in her call log; the same number that permanently held the spot. 

“Malfoy, bring me an umbrella.”

The voice on the other end of the phone is that of a hungover 20 year old man that had clearly just woken up.

“Good morning Draco, how are you today? Would you maybe consider being so kind as to bring me an umbrella?” the irritation and sarcasm in the voice of her best friend causes her to roll her eyes and sigh in frustration. 

“I’m drenched." 

"I’m asleep." 

"You’re an ass, that’s what you are.”

“Goodnight, Parkinson.”

“Draco–” she groans at the dull sound of an ended call. 

A frigid wind causes her to shiver and, with another groan, she opens the door to the bookstore, immediately colliding with a bent over figure and feeling the heat of her coffee trickle down her front. 

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The Wild Haired Girl//Pansmione College AU

Request: Pansmione college au!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: Here you go @pansyparquinson, hope I did it justice and you don’t divorce me u dick. This is only a part one/preview, which is why it’s so short. I will be posting this as a multiple parts fic on AO3 so if you want to be notified about that, let me know! You can find my AO3 here if you’re interested! xoxo

Leaves falling to the ground become an every day occurrence this time of year, as does the strong scent of freshly brewed coffee that fills Pansy’s every sense as she enters the small coffee shop, discovered only a few days back on a rushed trip to the library.

The soft ding of the bell that dangles above the door makes the hint of a smile flicker on her face, clearly worn by nights spent awake by the light of her laptop. She walks towards the counter, trying to ignore how heavy her head felt on her shoulders. The smiling face of the familiar barista greets her, as it has for the past week, and she mumbles a greeting, surprised by the hoarseness of her own voice.

“Skinny caramel latte, please.”

With a friendly nod, the barista writes her already familiar name on the paper cup. Why he’d remembered her name so quickly, she doesn’t really know. Maybe it was because it was an odd one, and maybe he’d developed a crush. Before she ingested her daily dose of caffeine, Pansy didn’t really care.

“Hermione Granger?” a question mark practically floated through the air at the end of the name, the puzzled boy clearly wondering whether he’d pronounced right. Or whether he’d spelled it right, perhaps.

Before she knows it, the familiar scent of coffee is almost erased by the sweet scent of jasmine, almost pouring out of a wild haired girl that has somehow appeared right by her side. The stranger comes closer and closer, with seemingly no intention of stopping, and for a moment, Pansy thinks she’s going to kiss her, her heartbeat suddenly racing past the speed of her suddenly jumbled thoughts.

“Excuse me,” the girl utters with a smile, grabbing the cup that, apparently, had been right behind Pansy the entire time.

“Oh,” she stutters back, “Sorry.”

She’d never admit it, but in that moment, Pansy almost felt her heart break a little, the anticipation of the stranger’s smiling lips still stuck in the back of her head.