Wow, I wrote this in like an hour and a half ish. go me!

The random details about Hermione and Pansy's friendships can be explained through ShanaStoryteller's awesome soulmate au survival is a talent on ao3, its more plotty for a soulmate au and I wholeheartedly enjoy it, the character relationships are amazing, please go read it. Its not necessary to have read it, or read it, because the everything pretty much explains itself, but if you want to read what is really making up the backstories, go have fun.

Harry Potter (Pansmione)

In which Pansy and Hermione are spies who occaionally use magic and fight Death Eaters, but mostly just die over your feelings for your crush.

Pansy's fingers flew across the keys of the computer, quickly copying files onto a small flash drive. Her watch pinged, and she cursed. Their target, a wealthy millionaire, coincidentally the host of the very gala they were at, had been suspected of diverting funds from his wildly successful charity and into his own bank account. That had just been proven true. And unfortunately, they didn't have enough time to gather all the evidence, because the same millionaire was making his way to his office at the moment. Which was where Pansy was currently sitting.

She disconnected the flash drive, yanked it out of the computer and stuffed it down the front of her dress, glancing at her watch, which was displaying the tracker they had on him. He was coming down the corridor about to turn the corner, but was far enough away that he wouldn't see her exit the office and only see her stumble "drunkenly" down the hall.

In a few short strides, Pansy exited the office, neatly shut the door behind her, looped her arm through her partner's who had been standing watch, and set off at a leisurely pace down the hall. A few seconds later, Corban Yaxley nodded to the pair with a smile as he passed them. After a few more moments, she allowed herself to breath again, but never to relax.

"That was too close." Pansy shutting out the feelings of electricity as her partner imperceptibly tightened her grasp on her arm.

"Lord give me patience, or an untraceable handgun," Hermione Granger, muttered as they slowly made their way to a balcony where they could sit in full view of the party below but not be heard. "Because I very much would like to put a bullet through his head. You, of all people, know what he's done. What he does still."

Pansy went silent, blocking out old memories. She could never understand why her father thought it had been a good idea to associate with him, but it had ended in his death. "I am aware."

The silence became uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered, "That went too far."

"Yes," Pansy agreed. "It did."

Her father's murder was largely considered unremarkable. A dark deed by someone who wanted something out of the company and was denied it, at least, that's what the court case said. The night of the funeral, Pansy successfully hacked her father's work computer; and subsequently found out that he had broken ties with Yaxley's corporation for some unknown reason. And now, she finally knew why.

Hermione helped Pansy into a chair in the balcony, ever the appearance of a gracious partner, let the masses think what they will of that, before taking a seat herself, and Pansy allowed herself a moment to relinquish control of her feelings.

The other woman's dress was bright ruby red with a halter neck and a fine gold belt. There was a slit in the side of the skirt on both sides that went to just above the knee, which was surprising, as Hermione's fashion choices tended to be more on the side of refined foreign dignitary than up-and-coming celebrity. But none of that compared to Hermione's face, ruby and gold jewelry and gold makeup that performed a beautiful contrast with her dark skin and hair that was pinned back with more gold and rubies.

She took Pansy's breath away. She was very much in awe, and in love.

Pansy took a steadying breath and took back her feelings. The middle of an op was no place to think of your crush on your partner, no matter how long it had been there.

"We are not here to kill him."

Hermione rested her head on her hand, looking out over the balcony. "I am aware.

"We are here to get evidence for the legal team." Pansy smiled slightly, a thing filled with more cruelty than warmth. Their legal team had a tendency to destroy their opponents, and their lawyers, with very good one-liners. "Blaise and Harry will have fun raking this one over the coals."

Hermione gave a small laugh. "What do you bet Draco goes off ranting again after, while Harry just looks resigned in the background?"

"I'm still surprised he doesn't actually use his barrister license," Pansy muttered, "For all he talks about this sort of thing makes me wonder about his willingness that with the Weasley Terrors and Quinn can throw him at their chaos."

"You say that like Quinn needs any help causing chaos and like it's not what Fred and George do anyway."

"I'm pretty sure Draco does nothing to prevent the explosions, probably encourages the pursuit of "the science"."

"Only except when something he's working on has the possibility to get damaged."

That was true, Pansy had to admit. Her best friend was rather protective of his creations and charms, and had an unfortunate tendency to not sleep while in the process of making them. Then he tended to get even more insane ideas while sleep-deprived, further astounding everyone when they succeeded.

They had a few minutes of silence before Pansy interrupted again

"You might have to, you know."

It took Hermione a few seconds to connect the dots, and her eyes snapped up at Pansy. "What? Kill him?"

Pansy looked out over the crowd, not meeting Hermione's eyes. "In addition to being a generally horrible person who steals money from his own charity, he's also a bigot, racist, and elitist." The people in the ballroom below were laughing, dancing and generally looking like they were having a good time.

She stood, backing slightly into the shadows the decorative curtains of the balcony created. Hermione also stood, following her, as if the information could be made less terrible of it was shared in secrecy.

"He's," Pansy's voice dropped to barely a whisper, and Hermione leaned in straining to hear. You never knew where the bugs were, did you? She swallowed and started again. "Corruption weren't the only files I found. He's a member of the Death Eaters, we have orders from the Queen to bring them in, permission to do what we must to bring them down."

Hermione inhaled sharply, not a gasp, their instincts were too good, they were spies after all, her hand going to the invisible wand holster on her wrist.

Pansy knew that the other woman had history with the group, a result of becoming friends in the third year of their schooling. As a member of the New Magicals populace, the virtrol of the Death Eaters was especially directed at her, as they objected to the integration of Magical and Normal society. A large source of their bitterness was the inability to stop the Statute of Secrecy from lifting, at least in Britain. In the United States and Canada, it had been lifted for almost two maybe three decades.

"I could really go for that untraceable handgun right about now," Hermione admitted, stiffening slightly as she processed the information again.

"Well," Pansy lifted a hand to the small of her partner's back, just under where the low back of the dress ended. "You've got a tiny one right here."

Hermione pressed just a tiny bit more into her space, gently brushing Pansy's short hair out of her face before resting a hand on her cheek. "I do."

Her eyes fluttered closed before murmuring, "What in the world are you doing?"

"Well," Hermione echoed Pansy and she opened her eyes to see the other woman with an interesting look on her face, "I rather like to think that I am about to kiss you."

"Oh," Pansy stared, dumbfounded. She hadn't actually thought that the feelings she had could possibly be returned, but, well, here they were. "Carry on then."

Hermione fleetingly smiled and placed her other hand on Pansy's cheek, before bringing her lips to meet Pansy's. Pansy snaked an arm around Hermione's waist and they stumbled up against the wall.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until their watches beeped at the same time and they broke apart, flushed. The voice of Ginny Weasley, who Draco had accurately dubbed the Terrifying One much to the girl's glee, came out from the watches in a dissonant echo.

"If you're all good, we've just heard through the bug you placed in the office that Yaxley is escaping and also planning to blow this joint. Don't know why, waste of money. If you hurry, you'll catch him before he reaches his helicopter."

Hermione paled and rushed to the balcony before shouting, the voice modifier that Ginny must have activated on the watch changing her voice into the lower register of a man's, "EVERYONE PROCEED OUT AND DOWN THE BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THEY HAVE JUST RECEIVED WARNING OF A POTENTIAL BOMB THREAT!"

Everyone in the ballroom started screaming as they rushed for the doors, but Pansy paid them no heed as she sprinted towards the roof, Hermione hot on her heels, still buzzing from the kiss.

They made it to the roof access door with seconds to spare, Hermione pulling out her mini pistol as Pansy kicked the bolted door down, which was no match for a woman in charmed heels.

Yaxley must have saw them, because he leaped into the helicopter and took off, slowly ascending to get the copter clear of the roof.

Those few precious seconds were all that Hermione needed to shoot, and barely a half second later, Yaxley slumped across the controls, sending the helicopter crashing into the expansive garden, which was in the process of being relandscaped, right before it exploded.

Hermione grinned and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. "I'd call that a successful mission."

Pansy grinned in response.

"Definitely," she took Hermione's hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles, "But I really think he's going to need a new garden."

They had disappeared before the police showed up, leaving a perfectly clean pistol behind.

"the perks of ancient runes," says ginny later, "am i right? anyone agree with me? thank you luna, good to know some people have sense."

Also, I don't really ship anything in particular, so please be respectful of everone's views, and I'd like to avoid flames and hate.

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