paradise

The first time Hermione spoke to Pansy was about five weeks into term. At their table, in the corner of the library, hidden by the books and shelves that had been salvaged.

"I forgive you." She had murmured quietly, and Pansy almost broke her neck at the speed it came up to look at her.

Brown eyes to brown eyes. Woman to woman. Coward to hero.

"I do." She said, fidgeting with her quill. "Don't think I haven't seen you in the towers. I notice everything."

Pansy nodded, and the small smile Hermione gave her meant everything and even more.