I'm not gay! | Pansmione | Hp | Texting

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Non-texting chapter

Hermione

"Your pajama shirt has little crowns on it. What're you, a queen?" Pansy giggles a little bit upon opening her door, making fun of me as she does so.

"Shut up." I whine.

"Come cuddle with me, my queen."

She'd plopped down onto the bed and gotten under the blanket, but had held it up a little bit as an invitation. Reluctantly, I get under and place my head down on the pillow. She looks me in the eye, clearly full of hope, "So, tell me, would you like the be the big spoon or little spoon."

"I-I-I don't know."

She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me closer to her whilst she rests her head on my shoulder. "Little spoon it is." She giggles.

I couldn't sleep. I was tired, and I was comfortable as all hell. Regardless of these simple facts, I couldn't fall asleep. Oddly enough, I was smiling. I was smiling at the warmth of Pansy--someone who a few months ago I'd only talk to if we were fighting--against me. I never felt contempt when Ron would hold me in any way, or at least I didn't feel this content. Pansy made me feel wanted, and appreciated, and much more.