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Pansy crossed her arms as she walked into the manor, cursing Neville Longbottom for whatever torture she was about to have to endure in the name of love. They had only been together for two months, but she already felt the need to follow him around like a forlorn puppy. This action was how she found herself in the company of Hermione Granger, the world’s dullest witch.
She would never tell Draco what she thought of his girlfriend, in fear of him casting a deadly hex on her, but she knew that she was going to have to make nice for the next couple of hours if she wanted to lick every drop of sweat off Neville’s torso once he was finished playing Quidditch with the boys.
“Pansy, you know Hermione, right?” Draco had always been terrible at introductions, and Pansy needn’t remind him that she had tried to pass Hermione’s best friend over to the Dark Lord at one point.
“We’re acquainted,” was all Pansy responded with as she sat on the white leather sofa opposite Hermione, keeping her face stoic. Hermione wasn’t aging quite as terribly as Pansy had hoped, to be honest. While her face had slimmed out to reveal high cheek bones, she had filled out nicely in the areas it mattered, like her breasts and ass. Pansy took note of the delicate silver chain around her neck, a charm with the letter ‘D’ dangling from the centre.
The boys kitted up and left the manor to play their weekly Quidditch match, leaving Pansy and Hermione inside in silence. Pansy was determined to not be the one to break first, but her more pressing need to fill the silence came first.
“Draco said you moved into the manor.”
Hermione seemed just as determined to make small talk as Pansy was. “I did.”
“I bet Narcissa was ecstatic to have a Muggleborn living in her home,” Pansy said sarcastically.
Hermione sniffed, inspecting her fingernails as if the conversation didn’t bother her. Pansy knew it did. “Narcissa and I have come to an agreement.”
Pansy scoffed. “What, no fucking while she’s under the roof? Must be why she’s been in France for so long.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Pansy. “Narcissa is aware she won’t get a grandchild under immaculate conception.”
The room fell silent again, save for the sound of Pansy huffing in annoyance. She rolled her eyes as she realised she was going to be stuck here another two hours.
“Fine. I’m sorry for throwing Potter under the bus during the war. Are you happy now?”
Hermione shrugged. “I was never angry at you about that, to be honest.”
Pansy threw her hands into the air in frustration. “Then why have you been so stand-offish towards me ever since you’ve been with Draco?”
“Because I’m self-conscious, alright?” Hermione exclaimed. “I hardly feel adequate standing next to you, and knowing that you’ve been with Draco before makes me insecure.”
Pansy’s face softened. “Insecure about what?”
Hermione shrugged, looking out the window. “The fact that you’re still friends with him, and always hanging around with him and the other Slytherins. Some days I…” she trailed off, chuckling to herself before shaking her head. “Never mind, it’s going to sound silly.”
Pansy moved to sit on the couch next to Hermione. “Granger, spit it out.”
Hermione exhaled, turning to look Pansy directly in the eyes. “Some days I get worried that he’s going to wake up and realise he had it so much better with you, then go crawling back to you, begging for forgiveness.”
Pansy snorted. “Please, Granger, Draco is like my brother. The reason we didn’t last back at Hogwarts was because it felt like borderline incest being together. Trust me when I say he’s all yours. That necklace is him effectively branding you, making sure no one else goes near you.”
Hermione toyed with the silver D hanging from her neck as Pansy called for the Malfoy family’s house elf, Tipsy.
“Tipsy, please bring a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc up from the cellar for Granger and I,” she said as the elf Disapparated with a crack before Apparating back with a chilled bottle of white wine and two crystal goblets.
Hermione frowned as Pansy opened the wine, pouring generous glasses for herself and Hermione. “Do you just help yourself to wine whenever you visit someone else’s home?”
Pansy shrugged. “I know Draco doesn’t drink it, and Narcissa sure as hell isn’t here to drink it, so this wine is all yours now, Granger.”
Pansy took a sip of her wine as Hermione eyed the goblet suspiciously, finally taking a sip after she had confirmed Pansy hadn’t dropped dead from poisoning.
The wine had surely helped them open up to each other, Pansy finding herself staring into Hermione’s glassy eyes as she recounted her first experience with Ron after the war.
“—and then he just stuck it straight in, almost completely dry. Honestly, it was like trying to force a broom handle into the end of a needle,” she giggled, almost sloshing wine onto the expensive sofa they were sitting on. Pansy managed to save the spill as she grabbed Hermione’s goblet at the last moment.
“Anyone on earth could have told you that Weasley was going to be completely inadequate at sex, it was written all over him from the moment he started puberty.”
Hermione nodded furiously. “Draco is just on another level, Pansy. He’s just so sensitive and caring, but still so passionate. And my gods, does he know how to do foreplay.”
Pansy held up a hand, an image of Draco and Hermione in bed starting to form in her mind. “Please, I’ve been there and done that, don’t need to be reminded of it either.”
The image Pansy had started conjuring of Hermione and Draco having sex started to run a little more rampant in her mind as she eyed the way Hermione tipped her head back to finish off the wine in her goblet, the smooth curve of her neck as she closed her eyes, letting a low hum vibrate from her throat in appreciation of the wine. Her eyes trailed to the goblet, Hermione’s full bottom lip stuck out from the outer rim, looking perfectly pink and plump and delicious.
Pansy’s cheeks flushed as she forced herself to look away, feeling embarrassed as Hermione had no idea how she was just ogling her. She had to keep reminding herself that she loved Neville, and Hermione was Draco’s now. But even as the image of Draco and Hermione fucking came back to her, rather than thinking about Draco’s solidly built body and larger than average cock, her mind kept thinking about Hermione’s curls splayed out on her pillow, her pink lips forming an O as she closed her eyes in pleasure, perfectly round tits bouncing slightly as she was being thrust into.
The door burst open as the boys strode back in, covered in sweat and grass stains.
“You been on the wine again, Pans? You’re looking a little flushed,” Neville noted, wrapping an arm around her waist as he kissed the top of her head.
Pansy nodded. “Just the wine, you know how I get.”
* * * * *
Pansy found herself looking forward to the next Quidditch get-together, even though Neville had insisted she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to.
“I didn’t realise that no-one else brought their partners, and I know you’re not particularly fond of Hermione,” he said apologetically as Pansy slipped on her shoes to follow Neville through the Floo. To be quite honest, Pansy had spent the whole week thinking about the way Hermione looked with her head tipped back, the way the curve of her hip looked as she was curled up on the couch, and how delicate the small D looked sitting in the hollow of her throat, the chain resting lightly against her sharp collarbones.
“Nonsense, Granger and I got along famously last week, I’m sure she’ll be happy for someone to keep her company again.” A knot grew in Pansy’s stomach as she realised Hermione may not have wanted Pansy’s company again, as it had taken a decent amount of wine for Hermione to finally loosen up to her.
All Pansy’s worries had melted away as she Flooed into the Malfoy Manor with Neville, watching Hermione set out a platter of assorted snacks, beaming as she saw the pair arrive.
“Pansy! I’m so glad you were able to make it again this week, I took the liberty of having Tipsy prepare some refreshments for us,” she gestured to the tray, a bottle of Red Zinfandel opened to breathe next to it.
Pansy peered at the platter, finding a variety of soft cheeses, cured salami and prosciutto, wafer crackers and fresh fruit. To the side of the platter sat a dozen chocolate dipped strawberries, the flush red skin of the berry barely visible under the silky-smooth chocolate.
Pansy was almost the same colour as the berries as she took in Hermione’s appearance. Granger had put in effort for Pansy. Her hair had been smoothed back with a yellow headband, matching the yellow sundress she wore today, the colour complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. The little silver D sparkled against her throat, reminding Pansy that she could look, but not touch.
Draco and the rest of the boys appeared, taking Neville out to the pitch with them as they left Pansy and Hermione alone once again.
Hermione poured two goblets of wine, passing one to Pansy. Their fingers brushed ever so slightly, making Pansy jump at the buzz of electricity that ran from her finger, up her arm, down her spine at the contact. She was in danger, and the look on Hermione’s face said that they both knew it.
The silence between the pair was awkward as the air was super-charged between them, Pansy watching as Hermione’s eyes kept darting down to Pansy’s chest. She had worn an exceptionally low-cut white blouse, and on a whim decided to forgo a bra. A final check in her mirror before leaving confirmed that the dark outline of her nipples would be visible if someone were to look closely enough, and the slightest of breezes would make them pucker through the thin fabric.
Pansy took a sip of her wine, watching Hermione’s eyes nervously. Hermione seemed to snap herself out of it, blinking rapidly as she turned to the platter.
“Draco had asked if I wanted to invite Luna and Ginny today, but I thought it might just be a good opportunity for us to bond. I’ve been friends with those two for years, but I feel like I hardly know you, and you’re close to Draco as well, so I thought it might just be nice,” Hermione rambled.
Pansy hardly heard a word Hermione had said, as her focus was on the chocolate dipped strawberry Hermione had picked up from the platter, watching as she wrapped her lips around it to take a bite, a small drop of red juice leaking from the corner of her mouth. Before she could stop herself, Pansy reached out to wipe the droplet with her thumb, Hermione freezing under her touch.
Pansy’s eyes widened as she realised what she had done. “I am so sorry, I have no idea what just came over me.”
Hermione’s breath shuddered as she inhaled, the irises of her eyes blowing out wide. Keeping her gaze on Pansy, she took another bite of the strawberry, letting more juice drip messily from her plump lips.
“Are you going to clean that up, Pansy?”
Pansy gulped as she watched Hermione’s gaze turn dark, the glint in her eyes daring Pansy to take a risk. Pansy leaned forward, sticking out her tongue to swipe the sweet liquid from Hermione’s chin, tasting a mixture of berry and the saltiness of Hermione’s skin.
Hermione gasped at the contact, her chest rising with the sharp intake of breath as she closed her eyes. When she re-opened them, they were black.
“You’re asking me to play a dangerous game, Granger,” Pansy warned her.
“I fought in a war, this is a walk in the park compared to.”
Pansy took a long sip of her wine, watching how Hermione sucked her bottom lip in with her teeth at the sight, before placing the goblet on the table. She turned to place her hands on the soft couch cushion, crawling towards Hermione as if she were a lion stalking her prey.
“The house elves could interrupt at any time.”
“I ordered them to serve the boys drinks during their entire game.”
“What if Draco catches the snitch before we’re done?”
“I got an O on my Charms O.W.L.s, I’ve made sure we’ll have a few hours to play our own game.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow at Hermione. “You’re good, Granger. How long have you been planning this?”
“Since I watched you wrap those pretty lips around that wine goblet last weekend.”
Pansy chuckled as she backed Hermione into the corner of the couch, straddling her hips as her arms created a cage round her torso. “Wouldn’t you like to know what these pretty lips can do?”
Hermione bit her lip as she nodded. Pansy leaned down slowly, pressing her lips to Hermione’s. They were soft, tasting faintly of strawberries and chocolate, making Pansy hungry for more.
Hermione’s hands found their way into Pansy’s hair, holding her head in place as Pansy drank in the taste of Hermione’s mouth, their tongues fighting against one another for dominance. Pansy moved to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along Hermione’s jaw line, trailing down her neck to let her tongue press over the silver ‘D’ nestled in the hollow of her throat.
Hermione moaned as Pansy’s tongue ran over her collarbones, filling up the empty spaces between the skin and bone. “Fuck, Pansy,” was all she managed to breathe out as Pansy sat back, face flushed.
“Tell me what you want, Granger.”
“I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.”
Pansy let her hands rest on Hermione’s thighs, moving slowly up her body, under her dress, to her hips. She let out a small moan as she met bare skin the entire way.
“No underwear? You’re even more of a meticulous planner than Draco let on.”
Hermione gasped as Pansy’s hands trailed down her pubic bone, fingers grazing lightly over her sensitive clit. “I’m nothing if not thorough, Pansy. You should know this by now.”
Pansy chuckled, leaning down to press another open-mouth kiss to Hermione’s lips as she let her fingers move from Hermione’s clit to dip into her slick folds, teasing her entrance slightly. She knew she had hit the right spot as she felt Hermione’s entire body shudder under her touch, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She slowly pushed one finger inside, feelings Hermione’s walls clench around her.
“Please, Pansy, more,” Hermione breathed out, her body writhing to seek friction. Pansy slid a second finger in easily, angling her hand to let her fingertips reach her most sensitive spot inside. Hermione’s hips bucked as Pansy stroked inside of her, her breath coming out in small moans as Pansy continued ravaging her lips. She kept stroking Hermione’s insides for a few minutes until she began to feel the tell-tale clench around her fingers, withdrawing them slowly as Hermione whimpered.
Pansy brought her fingers up to her lips as Hermione’s eyes opened, focused on Pansy. Pansy sucked Hermione’s sweet juices off her fingers, eyes locked on Hermione, before sliding herself down Hermione’s body until her face was level with the cunt she had just had her fingers inside. She pulled the skirt of Hermione’s dress up, revealing her perfect pussy, a small triangle of soft, brown curls on her pubic bone.
Keeping her eyes on Hermione’s, she licked her cunt from slit to clit, Hermione throwing her head back in pleasure.
“Eyes on me, Granger.”
Hermione’s body shivered as she turned her eyes back to Pansy’s. Pansy retaliated by swirling the tip of her tongue gently around her sensitive nub, teasing Hermione relentlessly as her breath came in shallow gasps. She flattened her tongue out against the perfect pink skin of Hermione’s cunt, eliciting a low moan from Hermione.
“Please, Pansy,” Hermione moaned.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
Pansy felt a rush run through her. While she was often a dominating person, she usually liked being the submissive one in bed. Neville had been more than happy to take the dominating angle in bed as he was so used to being submissive everywhere else, so Pansy had fallen into a comfortable rhythm with him.
This was new, however. Pansy knew Draco was a dominating person both in bed and out, so it only made sense that he would make Granger beg for her orgasms. Pansy tried her best to channel her Slytherin roots as Hermione’s body twisted underneath her, begging for release.
“I’m not quite sure I’m done with you yet, my sweet.”
Pansy sat up, quickly stripping herself of her blouse, watching Hermione’s gaze fall to her soft tits, her perky nipples straining for attention. Hermione followed suit, pulling her dress off over her head to reveal she had also gone braless for the occasion.
Pansy continued her attack of her tongue on Hermione’s clit as Hermione brought her own hands to her nipples, pinching and tugging them as she tried to desperately to get herself off. Pansy brought her fingers back to Hermione’s drenched entrance, teasing them inside as she placed open-mouth kisses on her wet cunt.
“Gods, Granger, you’re so wet for me.” Hermione could only moan in response, her walls clenching around Pansy’s fingers. Pansy found that same sensitive spot, curling her fingers as she stroked it in time with her tongue flickering against Hermione’s clit. It only took another ten seconds before Hermione’s hips bucked and cunt tightened around Pansy’s fingers as she rode out her orgasm.
Pansy sat back on her heels, admiring the view of Hermione’s chest heaving and hips spasming as she came down from her high. She gave Hermione a smirk as her eyes finally fluttered open, licking Hermione’s juices off her fingers.
“Bet you planned that orgasm too, Granger.”
Hermione sat up, eyeing Pansy dangerously. “I certainly did. I also planned on being reciprocal.”
Pansy’s breathing became heavy as Hermione pulled herself all the way up to her knees, making herself appear taller than Pansy. Hermione conjured a silk scarf in her hand, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she wound it around her hands as she talked.
“I’ve learned a lot about how to please a woman since being with Draco. I’ve been building up my own set of skills based on what he has done to me, and as much as I think I’m good at them in theory, I’ve been wanting to test them out in a more practical environment.”
“God, you’re even a swot in bed.”
Hermione chuckled as she pulled the ends of the silk scarf taut. “Let me show you just how much of a swot I can be.”
Pansy closed her eyes as Hermione leaned forward with the scarf, wrapping it around her eyes before tying it tight, cutting off Pansy’s vision entirely. She felt Hermione’s warm breath at her ear, sending goosebumps down her skin as she realised how close the witch was to her. With her sense of sight gone, Pansy felt all the rest of her senses heighten in anticipation. She had no idea where Hermione was, or which body part she was going to touch first, and she was excited.
Pansy jumped as Hermione’s lips ghosted across her neck, tongue flicking against her veins as it traced circles over her skin. As quick as the sensation had started, it stopped. When Hermione’s tongue flickered against her hardened nipple, Pansy couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from her mouth, catching her completely off-guard.
Hermione’s hands gently pushed Pansy back against the arm of the couch as her tongue continued to flutter against Pansy’s nipples, moving between the two as Pansy’s breathing grew heavy. ‘Granger knows exactly what she’s doing,’ Pansy thought to herself. Pansy felt her skirt and lace knickers be pulled off her, the sound of heavy material dropping to the floor.
Pansy felt the absence of Hermione’s touch as she pulled away, keening as she wriggled to try feel any part of her body on hers. Hermione’s hands were suddenly under her knees, spreading her legs apart to expose her drenched cunt, the cool air on the hot skin making her shiver. Hermione’s hands were gone from Pansy’s skin as quickly as they had been on it, Pansy whimpering as she was left in this vulnerable position.
“Patience, my flower,” Hermione whispered into Pansy’s ear, sending a new round of goosebumps down her chest, “Good things come to those who wait.”
Pansy lay in anticipation, her body tense as it prepared for any part of her to be touched. A small flicker at her clit made her jolt in surprise, though she couldn’t tell if it was Hermione’s finger or her tongue. A long sweeping motion later, she soon realised it was Hermione’s tongue, as it swirled gracefully around her sensitive nub, lashing at her wet centre occasionally. Pansy could feel her orgasm building up low in her belly as Hermione continued to work her mouth on Pansy’s dripping cunt. Pansy let out a loud moan as Hermione added a finger inside of her, then a second, and without warning a third.
“Neville’s a lucky man,” Hermione murmured against Pansy’s clit, the vibrations sending Pansy into overdrive.
“Granger, I’m going to come,” she whined, gripping the arm of the sofa behind her, pushing her tits up higher into the air. Hermione simply moaned against Pansy’s clit, the vibration pushing Pansy over the edge as she clenched around Hermione’s fingers, feeling her arousal drip out of her onto Hermione’s hand.
Hermione pushed the blindfold back off Pansy’s eyes, giving Pansy her sight back as she dipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking Pansy’s cum off them.
“I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve, but it’s something I haven’t been able to try before. Do you trust me, Pansy?”
Pansy simply nodded as she gulped back air, trying to regain her breath as she came down from her orgasm. Hermione shifted her position on top of Pansy until she had one leg over her hip and the other between Pansy’s still-spread legs, straddling her diagonally. She lowered herself onto Pansy’s sensitive clit, Pansy hissing at the sensation so soon after her orgasm.
Hermione leaned down to kiss Pansy, rocking her hips gently as Pansy arched her back, Hermione’s soft tits rubbing against Pansy’s. Pansy reached her hands up to cup Hermione’s breasts, rubbing circles over her hard nipples as Hermione increased the movement of her hips, grinding her clit over Pansy’s as her mouth dropped open in an O shape.
“Fuck, Pansy, you feel so good underneath me,” she whispered, tossing her head back to let her wild curls fly out behind her as she bucked her hips, the pace starting to become frantic.
Pansy pulled herself up suddenly, not letting their clit-to-clit contact break as she pushed Hermione onto her back, Pansy taking control of the movements this time. She watched lustfully as Hermione’s tits bounced up and down, just as they had while Pansy fantasised about watching Draco fuck her, except now it was Pansy doing the fucking.
The little silver D sat back in the hollow of Hermione’s neck, Pansy smirking as she brought her hand up to cup her throat.
“Who do you belong to, Granger?”
Hermione’s eyes widened as Pansy’s grip on her throat tightened slightly. “What?”
“I said, who do you belong to?” Pansy snarled, thrusting her hips wildly as she felt her second orgasm build up in the depths of her belly.
“You, Pansy, I belong to you,” Hermione choked out, her eyes rolling back in her head. Pansy loosened her grip on Hermione’s throat before spreading her legs further apart with her hands, holding them in place as Pansy sunk herself deeper on Hermione’s cunt. Hermione’s moans turned into screams as Pansy felt her convulse underneath her, the contractions of her tight hole against Pansy’s clit bringing Pansy to her release as well, bouncing herself up and down on Hermione as she rode out her orgasm.
Pansy slumped forward to lean on Hermione’s chest as she regained her breath, Hermione’s fingers drawing small circles on her back as they both steadied their breathing. Pansy pressed a soft kiss to Hermione’s neck, lifting her chin to kiss her lips next. They no longer tasted like the chocolate strawberries, but now like Pansy’s own juices.
“Well, that was fun.”
Hermione giggled as she sat up, retrieving her dress from the floor as she handed Pansy her blouse. “Come on Pansy, let’s get dressed and replenish ourselves. If my charm work was accurate, we should have about twenty minutes before the snitch stops dissolving itself every time Draco’s hand gets within a metre of it.”
Surely enough, twenty minutes later the group of boys barged back into the Manor, finding Pansy and Hermione curled up on opposite ends of the couch, wine goblets in hand as they gossiped about their former school friends.
“Hey Pans, did you have fun?” Neville panted, dropping a kiss to the top of Pansy’s head. Pansy now wore the silk scarf that had been wrapped around her eyes as a headband.
She smiled up at him. “We had loads of fun, right Granger?”
Hermione simply raised her goblet in reply as Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione.
“Same time next week, Pansy?”
Pansy nodded. “Sounds perfect to me. Do you think Luna might be interested in joining us?”
Hermione smirked, a wicked glint in her eye. “I’d say she would be very interested in joining us.”