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There were times that she wondered what the real difference was between them. Looking at her, she saw a pretty girl. Curly brown hair, two eyes, a nose, two full lips, two perky breasts, long legs, all her fingers and toes. Pansy was unable to determine what made her different. She knew what she had been taught since she was a child, what she had been told for years. Her blood was dirty, nothing more than a Mudblood, while she was untainted, one of the remaining Purebloods.

Yet, when she moved the knife across one of those perfect breasts, the blood that flowed was red. Lying on her back, Hermione moving against her, teeth piercing her neck, the blade cutting her flesh, her blood red on her pale skin. Afterwards, when they were tangled in each other, their bodies covered in sweat, sex, and blood, Pansy would look at the pale red streaks that marked their skin. She would lie there, the taste of Hermione on her lips, the scent of their union surrounding them, and she could not distinguish between their blood at all.