Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I wish that I did everyday.

(Author's Note: Okay, so my muse was flying about and I had to let it all out through these two short-arse stories. I'm sorry that they're not any good, but I quite like them. The shipping in both of these is obviously Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson.

The first story is exactly at 100 words and the second, which was going to be one hundred, but ended up being at a solid 345.

Enjoy!)

Loneliness

Many days and nights had pasted ever since she had left the castle, but the words seemed to float on continuously in her mind. The lovely brunette had looked even lovelier, as she spent her days waking up beside her and in the other girl's arms, lips pout from their feverish kisses.

I'll miss you.

To hell with that, the raven-haired student thought, her usually delicate hands forming small fists at each side of her body. If you were going to miss me at all, you would have stayed.

Lying alone in the four-poster bed, Pansy Parkinson couldn't fall asleep.

I'll Be There

Standing alone in the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade Village, Hermione Granger stood in front of a little sweet shop called Honeydukes, hopelessly waiting for someone to arrive and greet her. It was hopeless because her visitor wasn't someone that one would expect to meet a Gryffindor outside of a dreary dungeon, half out of her skirt or getting into trouble because she had been caught.

"Boo," a voice called out from just behind her left ear, the cold breath tickling the miniscule hairs gently, as a set of wonderfully strong arms came around her waist..

"I didn't think you'd show," Hermione said truthfully, "What would your friends think?"

"To hell with them," the girl replied, burying her face in a tangle of curls at the nape of the brunette's neck. "I know what I want."

"And why me out of all people?" Hermione inquired, allowing one of her eyebrows to rise slightly. She only received a flurry of kisses behind her neck, which was the closest that she was going to get to a proper response.

"Oh, bugger it," she said, rolling her eyes, a fit of quiet giggles emitting from between her soft lips. "And one would wonder why I became a…" She never got to finish her comment, as Pansy Parkinson spun her around quickly while their lips met for a brief, but feverish kiss. With the both of them blushing, the obsidian-haired girl spoke her last.

"And besides," Pansy continued, "I told you that I'll be here and I don't go back on my promises."

Both girls grinning slightly while the rest of Hogsmeade were starting the stare at them, Gryffindors and Slytherins alike, they joins hands, skipping over towards Madam Puddifoot's for a cup of nice, hot tea.

"Maybe, that was too much of a shocker," Hermione sighed, as they continued their venture towards the small café.

Suddenly stopping in her tracks, the other girl stopped, looking Hermione squarely in both eyes. "So you got it all figured out. Knew that you had to be the resident know-it-all for a reason."

(A/N: Please leave prettiful reviews, my dahlings! )