A Gryffindor's Guide to Flirting with Death

by spearsofstarlight

Summary:

When a lethally determined Pansy Parkinson, a newly marked Death Eater, tried to assassinate Hermione Granger, she found herself faced with a flirting Gryffindor who mistakenly thought of Pansy as her secret admirer, derailing the murder plot with sheer, flattered obliviousness.

Notes:

• For Yoshishisha.

hello !

i have never experienced a gift exchange before and im so glad that i got the chance to do it here! thank you so much for the mods of the Summer Exchange for making this such a fun event!

as always, im anti-jkr, but sadly she owns all the rights to these characters

song for the fic:

Killer by Valerie Broussard

my wlw playlist:

of wondermists and women

Pansy Parkinson crept through the dimly lit Hogwarts corridor, her grip tight on her wand as she eyed her target: Hermione Granger, who was slumped against a wall after one too many Butterbeers, giggling to herself after one too many Butterbeers laced with magic-subduing Potion.

Perfect. Pansy smirked. “ Avada — ”

Then, Hermione blinked up at her with a tipsy grin. “Ooooh,” Hermione slurred, pointing her finger at Pansy’s face. “You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?”

Pansy froze. “What?” 

The bright-eyed Gryffindor giggled, swaying slightly. “All those glaring looks in class? The way you ‘accidentally’ bumped into me in the library?” She sighed dreamily. “Classic crush behaviour.”

Pansy’s nose wrinkled. “Excuse me? I’d rather kiss a Blast-Ended Skrewt than you. ”

Hermione wobbled forward, clasping Pansy’s hands in hers. The Slytherin tried to yank her hand out ,but Hermione’s grip was annoyingly strong. “You’re so bad at hiding it,” the Gryffindor whispered.

Pansy recoiled, horrified. “Granger, I’m here to murder you!”

“Aww, you’re a tsundere, ” Hermione cooed as she reached over to pat Pansy’s cheek. “How adorable. ”

Pansy’s eye twitched. “I hate you.”

Hermione gasped. “Enemies-to-Lovers? Even better!”

Pansy’s murderous glare wavered. “You’re insane.”

Hermione beamed. “And you’re blushing. ”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 7 of The Florilegium; a Garden of Words