Title: Fermata
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy, background Hermione/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Warnings: reverse narrative, infidelity
Summary: Adjusting to being Mrs Malfoy took some time.
Notes: Done for latex_muffins' drabble meme. Length limits on drabbles are both a fun challenge and the bane of my existence; this might be too short to entirely make sense. :P


In their drawing room is a piano.

Hermione lingers by it for a moment, trailing her fingers over the keys. She presses one, not hard enough to make a sound, and moves on.

~

"I told Draco today," Hermione says.

"You didn't," hisses Pansy, as if her denial is a veto.

~

"We can't keep doing this," Hermione insists.

Pansy tuts. "Everyone says that; they never mean it. Come back to bed? It's still twenty minutes before lunch is over."

~

"I should tell Draco," Hermione muses. "This just doesn't feel right."

"This doesn't feel right?" Pansy kisses Hermione's thigh; her fingers creep still higher.

~

"What are we doing?" Hermione asks, amazed and slightly giddy.

Pansy grabs Hermione's hand and drags it lower, grinning. "Just what it looks like, I'd imagine."

~

"The thing is, I've really no idea how to be a socialite. I should go back out there, but..." Hermione sighs. "It's nice in here with you."

"I could make it nicer if you'd like." Pansy grins, and suddenly it's no longer a joke.

~

In the drawing room is a piano, and Pansy plays it late into the night when the Malfoys hold parties.

Hermione gravitates toward the music and sits by Pansy, rapt.