This won down at the community sortinghatdrabs on LiveJournal for a Hermione/Pansy drabble contest. I'm honored!

She'd left them in her room the previous night. She'd left her plain, silky black knickers on her pillow, as though it was some kind of omen, but Hermione knew it wasn't.

Pansy was just frustrating.

Hermione knew she shouldn't think too much of it, but she was Hermione Granger, dammit, so she was going to overanalyze the entire situation. She was going to carry the knickers around in the pocket of her robes the entire day while Ron snogged Lavendar and Harry ogled Ginny. She was going to feel that silk between her fingers while her teachers lectured on that day's lesson and she was going to be that much more distracted by the unnecessary artifact. (She considered it unnecessary since Pansy usually had them undressed in a record sort of time.)

She made her way around the school in her usual manner, with books weighing her bag and testing the strength of the arm strap. She sat by the lake with Harry and helped him start his Transfiguration essay. She chatted with Luna and Ginny while they passed her in the corridors. She didn't see Pansy that day, much like she normally did, and when the nighttime fell again, Hermione lay waiting.

The thing she loved about being involved with Pansy is that Pansy never kept her waiting long.

She granted Pansy a kiss on her lips, and while it was nearly customary for the other girl to be in control, Hermione reached under her bed before she could lose herself too quickly and pulled out that sexy pair of knickers.

"You left these here last night, "She murmured, her eyes focused on the Slytherin's.

Pansy just stared for a moment or two, as if remembering something terribly important.

"Did you mean to?"

And then, without warning, Pansy reinforced the Silencing Charm over Hermione's four-poster and gave the brunette a mischievous sort of grin. (Hermione loved it, and Pansy seemed to know.) She met her lips with ferocity, pressing Hermione into her bedspread, and before she knew it, Hermione was panting again and again. But still, she managed a breath for her curious little words.

"Pansy?" She felt lips at her throat in response. "Pansy, did you mean to leave them?"

And Pansy looked up for a moment, but still, she never made Hermione wait too long.

"Learn this, Granger: a Parkinson never does anything on accident."