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Hermione sat in her History of Magic lesson, bored. She loved the subject but their ghost teacher Professor Binns made battles sound like arguments, and duels sound like… Hermione couldn’t even think of something witty due to her intense boredom. She was staring up at the carved ceiling, idly winding her hair around her finger. She followed the ornate lines down to the wall, where a bright stained-glass window hid the view of the outside. All of a sudden, she became aware of Pansy Parkinson in her peripheral vision. Turning her head slightly, she saw her in her short skirt, sucking on a sugar-coated quill as she stared at Hermione. Did she wink, or was she imagining things?
Hermione realised she was certainly not imagining things when Pansy turned slowly towards her in her seat, her legs wide enough to give Hermione a good look straight up her skirt. Her black lacy knickers were obvious to see, but only Hermione was looking. Pansy’s hand ran across her thigh, causing Hermione’s eyes to widen, which she smirked at.
Hermione whipped back around in her seat, her face turning a bright shade of red. They were both sat at the back of the class, so no one would see them. Hermione, however, didn’t trust her luck enough to count on no one turning around and catching her staring straight up Pansy Parkinson’s skirt. She felt very hot now, and her legs squeezed together as the heat spread to her crotch.
“Oh god,” she whimpered.
She had to have another look. Slowly, she turned her head, trying to keep as still as possible. Her eyes flickered over to where the Slytherin girl was sitting, only to be met with an even more provocative sight. Pansy’s knickers were hanging from the end of her shoe, swinging slightly. She couldn’t keep her eyes from travelling up the girl’s pale legs. Pansy had no shame, and spread them once more, allowing Hermione a full view of her crotch. It glistened slightly as the shadow of her skirt was lifted. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as Pansy raised an eyebrow and slid a hand down towards the wet spot. It was all too much for her.
“Sir!” she almost cried as she raised a hand.
Pansy slammed her legs shut as a couple of students looked around, presumably glad to hear something over than Binns’ drones.
“Yes, Miss Granger?” he drawled.
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
He motioned for her to go and she stood, grabbing her bag as she left her desk and stepped outside. Immediately, she felt cooler, breathing deeply with her back to the wall. The bathroom was down the next corridor, so she made her way down the hall and pushed the door open.
The cold water on her face helped a lot and, after a couple of minutes, her face wasn’t so red, and the heat between her legs had receded, although that felt very temporary. She looked at herself in the mirror, letting out a long sigh. She couldn’t let Pansy Parkinson, of all people, overwhelm her like that. She wished she had more restraint, but that girl was just so hot.
CRASH!
Hermione saw the door swing open suddenly in the mirror. She spun on the spot and saw Pansy marching towards her, an intense look on her face.
“Is anyone else here?” she demanded.
“Uh… no, I don’t think so,” Hermione stammered.
Pansy pushed her back into the sink, prowling towards her. She fumbled for her wand, but the Slytherin’s hand came around her wrist, holding it to her side. Hermione was stuck. For a second, she considered punching Pansy, but that thought was interrupted when her lips were taken in an intense kiss. Instantly, she dropped her guard as the heat between her legs came back, this time infinitely more intense. She returned the kiss, but the taller girl was pushing hard against her, taking full control.
Suddenly, she felt fingers against the cloth of her, now wet, knickers. A sharp moan escaped her lips and entered Pansy’s. Her fingers rubbed up her wet folds, stopping at the top, where Pansy heard the loudest moan.
“Fuck,” Hermione breathed as Pansy’s fingers went to work, never breaching the cloth surrounding her crotch.
She started bucking her hips as she felt an intense pressure building in the pit of her stomach. Just as she felt she was about to explode, Pansy stopped. Hermione opened her eyes to see a devilish grin spread across the Slytherin’s face. She should have felt concerned, but she just wanted Pansy’s fingers back at her crotch. However, when she took a step forward, trying to continue the kiss, she felt herself pushed back against the sink. She looked back at Pansy’s face that held the same expression.
“You almost got me caught back there, Granger,” she scowled, “so now you’re going to do something for me.”
This couldn’t be good.
“What did you tell Professor Binns again?” she tapped her chin, pretending to be in deep thought.
“I told him I needed the bathroom,” Hermione replied hesitantly, not knowing where she was going with this.
“Ah yes,” Pansy’s dark eyes glinted, “well go on then.”
“What?!” Hermione went to take a step back, but found Pansy’s arms either side of her, pinning her to the sink.
“Piss yourself,” Pansy said with malice, her face inches from Hermione’s.
Hermione realised what this was. What she didn’t know was whether this was sexual, or just an embarrassing punishment. It made all the difference after all. Anything that would make Pansy touch her again, was worth doing.
“Would you… like it, if I pissed myself?” she asked, choosing her words carefully.
Pansy nodded, the lustful grin returning to her face. Hermione thought for a second. That seemed like a definitive answer.
“I don’t need to go,” she said honestly.
“Here,” Pansy fashioned a glass from the air and passed it to Hermione, “drink from that.”
Hermione performed an aguamenti spell, filling the glass with water. She lifted the glass to her lips. Before she drank, she looked back up at Pansy one more time. The girl had a look of such lustful anticipation on her face as she watched Hermione. It sent her over the edge.
The water was cold as it ran down Hermione’s throat. Pansy urged her to drink more after the first glass and, halfway through the third, she began to feel bloated. Then, her full bladder became painfully obvious. She had to piss soon.
“Are you all full?” Pansy asked eagerly.
Hermione nodded and tensed up, trying to piss for the girl who was now biting her lip as she stared at her.
“Actually,” Pansy said, causing Hermione’s eyes to spring open, “I’ve changed my mind.”
Hermione squirmed instantly, “but- “
“’But’ what?” Pansy’s eyes flashed menacingly.
Hermione swallowed back her complaints at the warning sign.
“I bet you really need to go don’t you,” Pansy teased, placing a hand on Hermione’s stomach and pressing slightly.
A yelp escaped her lips as the girl pressed down on her bladder, making the urge to piss unbearable. It became apparent that this was some sort of dominant game that Pansy was playing. Suddenly, Pansy’s lips were almost touching hers once more. Hermione craned her neck forward, but Pansy left her wanting, pulling back as she did so. Hermione let out a whimper and squeezed her legs together, screwing her eyes shut in an attempt to make the desperate feeling go away.
Pansy stepped back once again, and Hermione opened her eyes to see the girl reaching down and lifting her skirt, revealing her glistening crotch again. Hermione bit her lip as Pansy’s fingers worked over her own wetness now, bringing the girl to a moan.
“Like what you see Granger?” she asked, locking eyes with her as she touched herself.
Hermione nodded but felt another rush of desperation as she did so.
“Don’t you dare fucking piss,” Pansy warned.
Hermione shook her head but, again, she felt the pressure build. She squirmed her ass against the sink as she tried her hardest not to wet herself. Her legs were now fully crossed, but Pansy stretched a leg out and pushed them apart with her foot. Hermione couldn’t take it any longer. The pressure was too much and too intense. It was impossible to hold on.
Her pants were soaked instantly as the warm liquid ran down her leg, collecting in a pool around her as it splashed off the stone floor. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt the warmth drip down them. There was something sexual about that warmth.
Her eyes flickered open as she continued to piss. Pansy was slamming two fingers in and out of herself at the sight of Hermione pissing down her legs. She moaned, and then screamed, her body shaking slightly as she almost crumpled to the floor. Hermione’s stream came to an end, bringing the pleasure of an empty bladder. She watched the top of Pansy’s head. The girl was bent double, catching her breath. Then, she brought herself back up to her full height, and approached Hermione once more, her shoes splashing in the pool that she had created.
She shoved her fingers in Hermione’s mouth, making her suck her juices from them. She moaned as she tasted the girl, and Pansy saw her squirm again, yearning for her touch. For a second, she denied her, but then her fingers left the girls mouth, and plunged inside of her. Hermione’s head flew back as she cried out. Pansy grabbed her chest through her shirt as she fucked her, roughly squeezing her breasts. Hermione’s hips bucked more and more intensely, until, the fingers were withdrawn. Hermione looked down disappointed, but saw Pansy kneel down, her knees landing in her warm piss. Looking up at her, she grinned again, before plunging her face into her crotch, sucking at her piss-soaked panties and licking her clit through the fabric. Hermione’s hand came to the back of her head, but Pansy roughly grabbed her wrist and forced both arms behind her back, pinning them to the sink. Using her free hand, Pansy moved her pants to the side, and slid her two fingers back inside the Gryffindor. Hermione moaned, but then immediately screamed out as Pansy’s tongue joined in, flicking across her clit roughly. After no time at all, the same pressure from before overcame Hermione and, after bucking her hips in a spasm, she felt the pleasure rise up through her body, making her head light as her stomach clenched.
“Fuck!” she cried out as Pansy quickened her pace, making sure her orgasm lasted.
She slowed down as Hermione’s breaths slowed again. Standing, she withdrew her fingers and, once again, shoved them into the girl’s mouth. Hermione tasted herself, eyes still shut from her orgasm. When her fingers were clean, Pansy pulled them away from the Gryffindor and wiped them dry on Hermione’s skirt.
“Well, Granger,” she slipped her pants back on, “I think you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Hermione didn’t know what to say. Her chest was still slowly rising and falling as her orgasm faded.
“Let’s hope you don’t actually get me caught next time,” she smirked, “the punishment would be much more severe.”
Hermione’s legs squirmed at the thought. Pansy turned promptly, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Hermione to sort out her dishevelled state. This would take a lot of scourgifying.