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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.

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“You will not cum yet!” Luna scolded as Ginny’s moans became dangerously loud.

“Please Luna,” the redhead begged, but received a slap across the face for speaking out of turn.

Luna saw tears fill her girlfriend’s eyes and, only for a second, wanted to break character and comfort her. That moment passed though, as Ginny had agreed to her trying out this new dominant position. They had a safe word in place for a reason.

“Do you really think I would let you cum before me?” Luna laughed

Ginny shook her head, blinking the tears out of her eyes.

“Aww,” Luna sat on her lap, holding her chin still with one hand.

Ginny’s hands were bound behind her back, so Luna used her hand to wipe the tears away, letting Ginny get a good look at the face that leered over her. She roughly yanked her mouth open, spitting into it. Ginny gagged slightly as the spit hit the back of her throat.

Slowly and seductively, Luna stood and turned around, giving Ginny a great view of her small ass. That view was short lived as Luna’s hand came around to grab a handful of red hair, forcing her face forward. Ginny shot her tongue out and it landed right on Luna’s asshole, eliciting a slight moan from the blonde. Using her hand and hips, Luna forced Ginny’s tongue into her ass and ground against it. She was resigned to this position for a while as she heard Luna’s moans increase in volume. Then, without warning, Luna stopped, turning back to her and slapping her face once more.

“I should have cum by now!” she complained.

She stood, Ginny noticing a bottle of oil in her hand. The lid was removed, and Luna upturned the bottle, covering Ginny and making her body shine with wetness.

Luna dropped down roughly on her stomach, making her grunt under the weight. Then, the girl began to rub her crotch across Ginny’s torso, spreading the oil to every part of her girlfriend’s body. She stopped at her chest, using Ginny’s hard nipple to rub her clit. Luna gasped at the sensation, and quickened the pace of her thrusts, moaning each time the nipple stimulated her throbbing clit. Ginny could do nothing but watch as her girlfriend used her body as a sex toy, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. After some particularly jerky thrusts, Luna’s body spasmed. Ginny felt a warmth surround her nipple and then, as Luna continued to grind on her, she was sprayed with warm liquid. Luna was squirting as she rode out her orgasm, yelping as she went.

Her blonde hair covered her face as she took a couple of deep breaths, her head bowed so as to stop Ginny seeing her in such a vulnerable state.

“I guess you’re a useful little bitch after all,” Luna panted.

She stood, her legs still slightly wobbly, and noticed Ginny squirming, her bound legs squeezing together in longing.

“Do you want to cum?” Luna pouted.

“Yes.”

“’Yes’ what?” Luna demanded, planting a foot on Ginny’s face and pushing her head to the side.

“Yes please,” Ginny whimpered.

“Say my name bitch!” Luna shouted, pushing harder with her foot.

“Luna!” she spluttered.

Luna’s eyes flashed menacingly as she removed her foot and dropped down onto her prey once more. She grabbed her throat, squeezing slightly.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Ginny coughed as Luna squeezed a bit harder.

“I thought we agreed what my name is.”

“Sorry,” Ginny managed, “Professor.”

Luna’s grip relaxed and Ginny drew in a sharp breath.

“Much better,” Luna smiled sadistically, relinquishing her hold, “maybe if you paid attention a bit more, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Ginny’s eyes flickered as she looked up at her.

“As it is,” Luna tilted her head slightly, “you’re only good for one thing. You’re just a toy for me to play with.”

Luna felt Ginny squirm under her crotch and a smile flashed across her lips.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she stood, “you’re going to help me cum a few more times before I set you free.”

Ginny met her glare, matching the menacing look she received.

“Finally,” she smiled, “you’ve accepted your role.”

Luna bent down, her lips almost touching Ginny’s ear.

“My little bitch,” she whispered, causing shivers to run down Ginny’s body.

She stepped behind her and out of sight, before returning with a long, pink, double-ended dildo. Ginny’s eyes widened at the length of it.

“You look worried,” Luna smirked.

Ginny shook her head, not wanting to show any signs of weakness.

“That’s good,” she crouched down over her, “because you’re warming it up for me.”

Luna plunged the dildo into Ginny, half of it being instantly taken in. She let out a scream but was muffled by Luna’s hand.

“Scream and I stop playing nice,” Luna threatened.

She pushed the dildo in and out of her, slowly removing her hand when she was sure Ginny could stay quiet. She still whimpered though, and Luna delighted in her screwed up facial expression. She let the thought of orgasm cross Ginny’s mind before pulling the dildo out of her. The redhead panted but was silenced as the dildo was shoved into her mouth, Luna sliding it in and out before standing up, looming over Ginny.

Slowly, she lowered herself down onto it, pushing it back against the back of Ginny’s throat as she pushed it inside of her. The hard plastic made Ginny gag, and she had to grip the dildo with her teeth to stop it from sliding back into her throat. Her view was full of Luna’s crotch as she slowly started to buck her hips, taking in the long plastic. After a minute or so, she pushed down hard, forcing the dildo deep inside of her. Her moist crotch made contact with Ginny’s lips and she began rocking back and forth, using her girlfriend’s face to pleasure herself. Ginny struggled to breathe through her nose as Luna’s wetness engulfed it every half a second. Eventually, it became too much, and she let her teeth relax slightly in her distraction. The dildo slid into the entrance of her throat. Luna watched her eyes bulge as the plastic was forced down. It was too much for Ginny and she gagged, forcing the dildo up and deeper into Luna, whose moans suddenly stopped. Ginny saw her eyes roll back as she came on her face. Hot liquid dripped down the pink length and into Ginny’s mouth. After a couple of intense shakes, Luna collapsed backwards into Ginny’s lap, the dildo falling from both her and Ginny.

“Fuck!” she panted; her eyes still rolled back as she caught her breath.

Ginny saw a chance to get on Luna’s good side and lifted her head, taking her hard nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking it enthusiastically. Luna’s hand came up and held the back of her head. After a minute of this, Luna forced her head back and spat aggressively into her mouth once more. Ginny let the spit rest on her tongue, letting Luna get a good look before she closed her mouth and gulped deeply.

“I think you’ve been good,” Luna said, “do you want to cum now?”

Ginny nodded but Luna wanted more.

“Tell me,” she gripped her red hair.

“I want to cum professor,” Ginny whispered.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” she frowned, “are you sure.”

“Yes,” Ginny whined, “please professor I want to cum.”

“Show me,” Luna requested, untying Ginny’s hands and standing to watch her.

Tentatively, Ginny brought a hand to her crotch, rubbing herself tenderly.

Luna let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and dropped to her knees between Ginny’s legs. She grabbed her hands and pushed them away, putting her own fingers to work on Ginny’s clit. The redhead moaned at Luna’s touch, but it was gone in an instant.

“Now show me.”

Ginny went back to work, this time more frantic, as Luna had done it.

“Good,” Luna tapped her chin, “now tell me who you’re cumming for.”

“You professor,” Ginny breathed between moans.

“What?” Luna asked, cupping a hand around her ear.

“I’m going to cum for you professor!” Ginny yelped.

“Too fucking right, you are,” Luna squeezed Ginny’s thigh, “I own you,” she snarled.

She grabbed Ginny’s hand and pushed her fingers towards her entrance, sliding them in. Ginny began pumping her fingers in and out, her moans becoming shriller. Luna sucked on her middle finger before bringing it down to her girlfriend’s ass. She teased around the hole for a second, before sliding it in. Ginny’s back arched at the sensation, and her fingers quickened in pace.

“I’m close!”

Luna wriggled her finger inside her ass, sending the girl into overdrive.

“Cum.” Luna demanded, bringing the thumb of her other hand to Ginny’s clit, rubbing it in anticipation.

Then, Ginny’s orgasm came. First, her stomach tensed violently, and her legs shook. A sound of pure bliss escaped her lips and Luna found herself become wet as Ginny squirted her juices all over her lower half. She kept her finger in Ginny’s ass as she rode out the orgasm, before laying still once more. She wiggled it a couple of times before withdrawing it, causing Ginny to whimper each time.

“I think that was deserving of an outstanding mark,” Luna smirked, “I guess you’re just going to have to be my little bitch forever.”

“Happily, professor.”

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Pansy sat on the floor of her dorm room; parchment spread out in front of her as she studied a textbook in her lap. She was waiting for her first student. Her skills in potion making had become clear last year and, now her parents had cut her off for breaking up with Draco, it became her last hope for making some money. Next door in the common room, she could hear a rowdy Crabbe and Goyle, as well as, occasionally, the voices of Draco and Blaise. She had thought of going out to shout at them to be quiet a few times, but she knew it would be too awkward between her and Draco. She couldn’t deal with that right now.

Pansy heard the voices grow louder, and then a knock at the door sounded. Her student was here. She stood, wondering what all the noise was about, but became apparent as she opened the door to see a girl in Gryffindor robes standing outside her dormitory. She glanced out at the top of the stairs where she saw Crabbe and Goyle jeering at her and making obscene gestures.

“Please go inside,” Pansy said to the girl, “I’ll be right in.”

The door shut behind her and she began marching up the stairs towards the two mountain-troll-like boys. They recoiled, and hurried backwards, stumbling up the steps as they went. She caught them at the top of the steps, drawing her wand and pointing it menacingly at the pair.

“Was there a problem?” she asked, glaring at them.

They both shook their heads violently, but a voice came from behind them.

“I think there was a problem.”

The gargoyles stepped aside to reveal Draco, meeting Pansy’s glare with an icy, threatening stare.

“She was a Gryffindor,” he said calmly, with a hint of menace, “and this is the Slytherin common room.”

“She’s my student,” she replied, “so if you have a problem then maybe we could have a little discussion about it, and I’ll make sure you don’t complain anymore.” Her eyes flickered like a hot flame.

Draco’s lip curled at the edge in frustration.

“And you two,” she continued, turning her wand to Crabbe and Goyle, “have some fucking respect. If I see that hand gesture again, I’ll assume it’s aimed at me, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to get angry with you.”

They both shook their heads again, trying to back up towards Draco.

“Well I’m glad that’s all sorted,” she smiled sweetly, turning to leave the common room.

As her foot landed on the first step, she heard a flurry of movement behind her. Turning, she saw Draco, as if in slow motion, brandish his wand at her. A one-word spell escaped his lips.

“Sectumsempra!”

Her wand was already in her hand, and she quickly flicked it across her chest, deflecting the spell with relative ease. Draco seemed as shocked as she was. She couldn’t believe the audacity of that prick, to try and curse her with such a horrible spell. For a second the whole room looked between the two as they stared at each other, not knowing what would happen next. Pansy’s head was hot with anger and, almost instinctively, her hand swished in front of her.

“Stupefy.” She spoke with a cold precision.

Malfoy flew backwards about three feet, his limbs locked in place as his head hit the ground and blood began pouring from his nose. Pansy tucked her wand in her robes and turned on her heel, down the stairs and back into her dorm room.

The girl was standing in the middle of the room with a concerned expression on her face, clearly having heard all the commotion upstairs.

“Should I go?” she asked, taking a step towards the door.

“No,” Pansy’s arm flew out in front of her, knowing what might happen if she went out there, “It’s fine, just an argument.”

“Oh, ok,” the girl stepped back into the middle of the room.

“I’m afraid I don’t have a table or chairs, so we’ll have to sit on the floor.

“Fine by me,” the girl managed a smile before turning to set her books down on the floor.

“What’s your name? Pansy asked as she turned and locked the door, making sure they weren’t joined by some very unwanted company.

“Lavender.”

Pansy recognised the name and remembered that she had been the girlfriend of Weasley until they had broken up fairly recently. She also remembered that they had potions with the Gryffindors, so they must be in the same class, although she didn’t recognise the girl’s face.

“You’re in my potions class,” Lavender said as Pansy sat opposite her.

“Yes, I recognise you,” she lied, not wanting to offend the girl, “so, what part of potions do you struggle with most?”

“Umm,” she bit her lip, “well I’m not sure if I’d say struggle…” she tailed off.

“Let’s just work on a bit of everything,” Pansy smiled.

Lavender nodded in agreement.

Pansy was still feeling the heat from her argument and stood to open the window.

“It’s quite hot down here,” Lavender said, slightly muffled.

Pansy turned to see the girl sliding her jumper over her head, revealing a colourful top that she could never see herself wearing. It seemed to work on her though.

“I thought it would be cold in the dungeons,” Lavender continued.

“I think they heat it with some sort of spell,” Pansy replied, crossing the room towards the toilet, “I just need to splash my face.”

She returned to the room a moment later feeling cooler, and found Lavender reading her copy of Advanced Potion Making.

“What are all these notes?” she asked.

Pansy sat once more, straightening her skirt before she spoke, “just some slightly different techniques I’ve discovered work quite well.”

Lavender looked impressed, “you must be really good at potions.”

“Well I’d have to be to be tutoring you,” she reasoned, “besides, I had years of easy access to the potions supplies. It helps to be on Snape’s good side.”

Lavender nodded as she spoke, and Pansy couldn’t help but notice just how much eye contact there was between them. She felt as if Lavender was trying to pull every bit of knowledge out of her teacher through her eyes.

“Shall we get started then?” Pansy asked, taking her book back from the girl.

They began their lesson with a small test to see how much lavender knew already. Pansy watched with interest as she noticed all the subtle mannerisms of the girl opposite her. The way she chewed on her quill, or a fingernail, when deep in thought. The way she squinted down at the page when a question made no sense to her. It was quite interesting to watch and, a couple of times, Pansy found herself staring a bit too long, and was met with that deep stare again. They finished the test and it became clear that Lavender had a lot of issues with the subject. Pansy didn’t mind this at all as it meant she would get much more money from the girl for all their sessions.

“Ok,” Pansy said, regarding her answers, “let’s start on antidotes as you struggled quite a bit with that.”

Lavender bowed her head slightly, sighing, “I just don’t get the distinctions between antidotes and cures, I get them all mixed up in my head and then I can’t remember anything about either of them.”

“Hey,” Pansy placed a hand on the girl’s knee, before withdrawing it again sharply, not wanting to creep Lavender out, “with a few sessions I’m certain you could be top of the class on it.”

Her smile seemed to comfort her, and she sat up straight again, picking up another piece of parchment. Pansy saw her eyes flick over to her knee, but her smile didn’t falter. At least she hadn’t ruined it already, she needed this money.

The two girls revised the topic in great detail, Pansy stopping to check that Lavender was keeping up okay. After asking Lavender to add her annotations to her own copy of the book, Pansy found herself with nothing to do for several minutes. She watched as Lavender shifted on her crossed legs, her skirt slipping up her thigh slightly. She found herself staring blankly at the girl’s soft leg, eyes trailing up to the hem of her skirt. There was a dark gap in the middle of Lavender’s lap that drew her attention, her mind wondering from the subject of potions for a moment. Catching herself in her unprofessional behaviour, she snapped her eyes away, only to find them captured by Lavender’s once more.

“Umm…” she swallowed loudly, “I finished annotating.”

Pansy had forgotten to think of something for her to do next, so she just took the book from her and began checking over her corrections, head growing hot once more.

“Do you read Witch Weekly?” Lavender asked.

Pansy shook her head as she read, “no.”

“There was a cool article in there today,” she said, undeterred, “about summer skirts. Something about keeping cool while trying not to expose too much leg.”

Pansy stopped mid-sentence, cursing the girl for noticing her staring.

“Look,” Lavender stood, straightening the skirt out, “I tried to do it but I’m not sure it’s right.”

Pansy’s eyes traced her leg, travelling up to the hem of the skirt that sat about halfway up her thigh. The way Lavender spoke left her wondering if she had caught her out or if she was genuinely looking for some friendly advice.

“I think it’s okay,” she only just managed not to stutter her words.

“You don’t think it’s too high?” Lavender asked.

“I don’t know,” she gulped, managing to tear her eyes away for a second, but only to Lavender’s face, where she saw an innocent face, waiting for an answer. She was cute. Pansy wished she had the confidence she usually put on around the school so she could answer with something smooth instead of just babbling out her words.

“It looks okay.”

Why did she say okay? She saw a slight look of disappointment flash on Lavender’s face.

“It looks good I mean,” she corrected, earning a smile from the girl, “I meant it looks good.”

“Thanks!” she exclaimed, dropping down to the floor again, the updraft making her skirt billow up slightly.

Pansy’s face flushed as she saw a flash of Lavender’s knickers.

“Whoops!” Lavender laughed, her hand shooting down to stop the skirt riding any higher, “I just wanted to ask because you dress really cool.”

The statement came as a shock to Pansy as she had never made a huge effort with her appearance, normally just throwing on a black jumper or t shirt, and a skirt or some shorts. Given her parent’s wealth, they did happen to be much more expensive clothes than some students could afford, but she didn’t think that counted for much.

“I wish I could pull off black,” Lavender said.

“You wouldn’t suit black,” Pansy replied, realising she needed to specify what she meant when Lavender looked slightly offended, “I just mean it wouldn’t fit you. You seem like a colourful person.”

She seemed to be satisfied with that answer, “yes, I suppose I am.”

A silence fell that brought with it an awkwardness that Pansy tried to overcome by grabbing her book and finding a new activity for Lavender to complete.

“I wish some people did tutoring in other subjects,” Lavender sighed, “I feel like I’ve learned more in the last hour than I have in a year of lessons.”

“Are you struggling with other lessons too?” Pansy asked, sensing another opportunity. She was quite good at charms.

“I just need to concentrate in class more I think,” she answered, I struggle in Potions and Care of Magical Creatures the most.”

Pansy noted that these were the two lessons their two houses shared on the schedule.

“I just need to concentrate,” Lavender repeated, sighing.

“Was it Weasley?” Pansy asked, “distracting you?”

“We broke up four months ago,” she said bitterly.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked that- ” Pansy started but was cut off.

“I keep looking at you,” Lavender blurted out, looking like a weight had been lifted from her chest, “that’s why I’m so shit in class okay, I just keep staring at you all the time and I get distracted and, and…” she trailed off into silence.

“Because of my clothes?” she asked, giving Lavender an out if she wanted to pretend she didn’t just admit what she had.

“No,” she sighed, “you’re just really pretty and it’s really distracting,” she laughed as she realised how silly it sounded.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that,” Pansy chuckled.

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything, but I saw you looking at me before and I thought maybe you might feel the same.”

She had finally mentioned it and it was confirmed that she had been caught.

“I didn’t think you’d seen,” Pansy laughed.

“It wasn’t exactly sneaky,” Lavender said, and the two girls laughed awkwardly at the situation.

It was silent again.

“Can I kiss you?” Lavender asked, almost looking shocked that it wasn’t in her head.

Pansy didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that she wanted to let it happen. Slowly, tentatively, she nodded her head.

Lavender got up to her knees, shuffling over to her with a nervous look on her face. She leaned forward, hands reaching to hold Pansy’s arms as their lips met. It was almost instinct at first that made Pansy open her mouth to allow the kiss to happen, but then she felt the warmth of the other girl and felt that familiar flush in her face. Lavender’s hand came up to hold the back of Pansy’s head, pulling the girls closer together.

After a moment, their tongues joined in the entwinement. Lavender lowered herself onto Pansy’s lap, taking her hand and placing it on her thigh under the skirt. Pansy drew a sharp breath as she felt the soft skin under her palm. She started to rub her hand slowly up her leg, her crotch growing wet at the thought of what lay at the end. Then, she felt the cloth that lay there, her mind jumping back to the flash she got of the stripy knickers earlier on. She teased the edge of the cloth before letting her finger venture into the middle, where it found a wet patch. Lavender let out a small moan as Pansy rubbed at the spot. She was pulled closer to the girl, her nose filling with her sweet scent.

Pansy let her hand drop, cupping Lavender’s crotch as she continued rubbing the area. Lavender began bucking her hips slightly, grinding into her palm as her breath became heavy. She broke the kiss, her head dropping over Pansy’s shoulder as she pulled her in tightly. Pansy took advantage of the position to clasp her lips around Lavender’s neck, kissing and nibbling away and eliciting a moan from behind her. She felt Lavender’s breasts brushing her own as the girl thrust into her hand in her blissful state. With her free hand she tried and failed to pull Lavender’s top up and over her head. Lavender seemed to notice though and pulled the top off herself, revealing that she hadn’t worn a bra. Her boobs weren’t especially big, but Pansy didn’t care. Instantly, she dropped her lips to the girl on her lap’s nipples, sucking each one in turn and driving Lavender closer to the edge.

Pansy’s affectionate display was interrupted as Lavender pulled her shirt up and over her head. She was wearing a rather expensive looking black lacy bra that lifted her perky breasts just the right amount. Lavender dropped her head and moaned into Pansy’s collarbone as she kissed and nibbled at it before lowering to her boobs, kissing the cleavage that lay there, inviting her in. She looked like a niffler that had been locked out of a jewellers. Pansy let her in by reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra with her free hand. Lavender tore away the lacy fabric and latched onto a nipple, sucking and kissing at Pansy’s chest and making her moan in return.

Suddenly, Lavender’s moans stopped as she stood and held out a hand, which Pansy took. She led her over to a bed, not caring whose it was, and pushed the Slytherin backwards onto it, making her skirt fly up and giving her a great view underneath.

“Just lie back and enjoy this,” she requested.

Pansy watched as she reached under her skirt, pulling her now wet pants down to her ankles, and lowering her head under there instead.

“Fuck,” Pansy breathed as she felt wetness envelop her crotch.

Pleasure shot through her core as Lavender’s tongue began lapping at her folds, a finger finding her clit and starting to rub it in tiny circles. Pansy’s hands grasped onto the covers above her head as she began writhing her hips, trying to get the maximum amount of pleasure from Lavender’s skilful tongue as she could. It wasn’t long until she felt an indeterminate number of fingers being plunged inside her. Her moans pitched and her hips reached full thrust as she felt Lavender fucking her. Lavender’s mouth began tracing its way up her body, making its way up to her mouth and resuming their kiss as she hooked her fingers inside the girl below her. Pansy’s moans were muffled by Lavender’s kiss, but they were growing louder.

“I’m gonna cum!” she cried out as her head slammed back onto the mattress, hand leaving the blankets to latch onto Lavender’s arm.

She quickened her pace and Pansy’s nails embedded themselves in her arm. Pansy was as close as she felt she could ever be and felt herself begin to tip over the edge as her stomach tightened.

“Cum for me, Pansy,” Lavender demanded.

It was all she needed. The knot in her stomach twisted and she felt her legs shake as white seemed to envelop her eyes. She bucked her hips as she came, her hands trying to push Lavender’s fingers as far inside of her as she could. Lavender heard her name cried out and it drove her crazy.

Pansy finally came to rest, aside from some slight twitches in her legs, and grabbed Lavender, pulling her close and holding her there.

“Thank you,” she whispered into the top of her head, still catching her breath.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Lavender almost moaned into her chest.

Lavender slid to the edge of the bed, kissing Pansy’s clit on the way past and earning a shiver. Pansy watched as the girl pulled her clothes on and swept up her books.

“I should go,” she said, starting towards the door.

“Lavender!” Pansy called, jumping up and crossing the room to grab her arm.

Lavender turned back and was met with another kiss as Pansy wrapped her arms around her.

“Thank you. I mean it,” she stared up at her, “I’ve never done it with a girl before.”

“I trust it won’t be the last,” Lavender winked, earning a kiss on the cheek.

“Keep staring at me in class and maybe I’ll give you something to look at,” Pansy smiled up at her, planting one last kiss on her lips.

Lavender just smiled back before turning and opening the door a crack, checking no one was outside.

“Thanks for the lesson Pansy,” she winked before slipping out of the door.

Chapter Text

Scorpius watched his father rub his fingers across his lips, a sign of deep concentration as Scorpius had come to know it. The chessboard that sat between them was locked in an intense endgame battle, leaving both players scratching their heads as they looked for a win.

Finally, after about three minutes of thinking, his father’s hand came away from his face and his fingers closed on top of his Queen, sliding it down the board to produce a check. It all revealed itself very quickly in Scorpius’ mind; the block and subsequent check that would trade off their queens and leave his father with only a pawn and a knight to guard his king. It only took him a minute to become fully assured in the move and he calmly slid his own Queen to block the check on his king.

He and his father had played together for fifteen years now, and in the last year, Scorpius had reached the comfortable position of winning most of the games they played. His father managed to prevail in only thirty-four out of their last hundred meetings. (They liked to keep formal scores to satisfy the competitive streak that was apparently a hereditary trait).

All of these games had accustomed Scorpius to every twitch, glance and even sniff that gave away his father’s thoughts about a certain move. This time, the quick flicking of his eyes between Scorpius’s queen and his own king and queen gave away his shock at the move, and Scorpius was certain he wouldn’t find a solution to the threat.

After about five minutes, he took the queen just to see through his son’s impressive move, and then resigned after his own queen was taken back immediately. He held his hand out over the board.

“Well played,” he said with a slight smile.

Scorpius knew how much he hated defeat and respected how well he could remain dignified in it. He took his father’s hand and shook it firmly.

“Very impressive,” came a voice from the other side of the room.

Scorpius started slightly, having forgotten about his surroundings for the last fourty minutes. His father stood and made his way to the drink's cabinet, taking out an old bottle of red currant rum and pouring some into one of their ancient crystal glasses.

“I didn’t play well at all,” he stated simply, turning to face them, “lost a bishop and a rook within… what was it, three moves of each other?”

“Two,” Scorpius corrected, not trying to hide his smirk.

“Do you want me to cut off your inheritance?” His father retorted.

“Oh, don’t sulk Draco,” Pansy Parkinson laughed, “he beat you fairly.”

She was leaning on the back of a tall armchair with a glass of wine in her hand. Scorpius loved her laugh; so playful yet mocking at the same time, and it made his father roll his eyes and take another sip of his drink. Scorpius couldn’t help but watch her every move as her laugh fell into a smirk and she sipped at the wine, her black lipstick leaving a slight mark on the rim.

She had been around for his whole life, and ever since he was fourteen, he couldn’t think of a time where he hadn’t found her immensely sexy. Despite her nearing on fifty, she still retained every attractive feature that she’d seemed to have since school, according to some old photos she had shown him once of her school days. If anything, now she brought a whole new allure of an older woman whose little smirks and tone of voice sent a jolt through Scorpius every time.

“Shall we play cards?” she suggested, turning to go and sit down at a small table in the corner.

Scorpius risked a glance at her as she walked and felt something stir in his pants as she sat, exposing more of her pale legs as her dress slid upwards.

His father followed her and started to shuffle the pack of cards that lay on the table. Scorpius excused himself for a moment and assured them he would play the next round.

The cold water on his face washed away all sexual thoughts, and he looked at himself in the mirror.

“If you get a boner in front of them, I’ll kill you,” he warned his reflection.

When he returned to the room, his father was in an even deeper sulk.

“I swear she’s a legilimens,” he huffed.

“I’ll take that rather rude accusation of cheating as a compliment,” she smirked, taking the cards and dealing out three hands, “come on Scorp,” she beckoned him over.

God, he loved that nickname. No, He thought, thinking of his reflection, don’t even think about it.

But even as he thought this, he felt a nervousness in his stomach and another worryingly intense stirring in his pants.

They played cards for an hour and, somehow, Scorpius managed to control himself and not get a boner in front of his father and Pansy. After the last round, his father had glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed a deep sigh.

“I better get to bed,” he said as he stood and finished off his drink, “we’ve got a delivery coming in in the morning and Blaise is still in Perpignan so it’s just me at the shop.”

“Oh, do stay for a few more games, Draco,” Pansy whined, but he had already made up his mind.

“No, I really have to get to bed,” he insisted, “especially if you want to keep drinking that wine you’re drinking for free.”

He emphasised the last two words and Pansy gave a little huff of protest but let him walk to the door without another word.

“I have really had fun tonight,” he smiled, “I do wish I could stay. You two keep playing if you want. Oh, and Pansy?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t apparate home when you’ve had a drink again, you were lucky you only came away with a small cut last time, you could have been splinched in half,” he chided.

“We’ll I’m not staying here,” she protested.

“Then Scorpius can side-along apparate you back when you want to go,” he looked at Scorpius for approval and he gave a small nod, worrying about the promised proximity to Pansy that would bring, but feeling obliged to help her out.

“That’s settled then,” he said shortly, “and if she tries to apparate on her own you’re to cast a full-body bind on her immediately. Goodnight then.”

“As if he could,” Pansy replied, rolling her eyes.

His father shook his head as he left the room, leaving them alone.

“Your father needs to chill out,” she started as she picked up the cards and shuffled them, “and how is he supposed to find a woman if he spends all day at that bloody shop?”

Scorpius chuckled and took his cards, an awful hand. He lost of course and she let out a small cheer.

“Parkinson defeats Malfoy yet again!”

“A tale as old as time,” he shook his head, and she let out a chuckle, making his throat tighten slightly as he watched her shuffle the deck once more.

They played a few rounds and he only managed one win. Eventually, the topic returned to his father.

“Shall we try and set him up then?” Joked Scorpius.

“Who with?” Pansy scoffed, “the only women he sees are the ones who go into his shop.”

“And they’re all lonely old, depressed divorcees,” Scorpius joked as he checked his hand.

He looked up when Pansy didn’t respond and found her with a scowl on her face. She really was frightening like that, and Scorpius was tempted to reach for his wand when she spoke.

“I go into that shop,” she glared at him.

“Well not you obviously. I didn’t mean you. Just everyone else, I meant; I swear I didn’t mean you. It was just a joke really, they’re actually alright most of them…” he was aware he was rambling and not saying much but the piercing look she was giving him was making him feel very nervous.

Then her face cracked into a smile.

“I’m joking,” she laughed, as Scorpius adjusted in his chair, now feeling very hot under the collar.

“Although that does describe me, apart from the divorced bit anyway,” she chuckled at her own self-deprecating joke.

“And you’re only a bit old,” Scorpius teased.

She flashed him another warning glare.

“It’ll hit you one day. All your good looks will fade,” she looked off into the distance wistfully, “I used to turn quite a few heads in my day, you’d have been so lucky.”

He wished he would.

“Oh, I’m sure you still turn quite a few heads,” Scorpius reassured her, with a smirk.

She tutted at his words and shook her head.

“Don’t try and flatter me,” she said plainly, “do you know I used to go into a bar and leave with any man or woman I wanted. So did your father.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Do you know when we knew we’d lost it?” She asked, “well one night there was this woman at the bar, and she was beautiful, like someone from a fairy-tale or something. Well anyway, your father and I spent the whole night silently battling with each other to take this girl home. He took me outside and we both argued that we should be the one to go with her. He insisted she had been flirting with him all night. Well, when we went back in, she was sat there with a guy snogging his face off.” a smile spread across her lips.

“We spent the rest of the night getting pissed of course. I think your father ended up sleeping on my bathroom floor.”

That sounded very unlike his father, but he smiled at her story and shuffled the cards. Pansy let out a sigh and looked at her empty wine glass.

“Care to fill me up?” She asked.

Fuck yes, his brain sneered.

“No!” He said, rather violently, not meaning for it to actually come out of his mouth.

Pansy looked taken aback, “oh, okay then I’ll do it.”

“No,” he said again, this time with the tone of a normal person, “I meant to say yes.”

He stood and took her glass, cursing himself as soon as he turned his back to her and went to the cabinet to grab the wine.

“Pity you have to apparate me home,” she called after him, “we could have had some fun.”

He turned back to her with the, now full, wine glass in his hand and tried not to look shocked at what she’d just said.

“Umm, what do you mean?” He asked.

“You’ve obviously never had a good time,” she joked, “back in the day we used to swig a bottle of fire whiskey every time we lost.”

“Oh,” Scorpius said, half relieved and half disappointed that she hadn’t meant what he thought she’d meant.

“Oh well,” she sighed, taking the glass of wine from him, “I’m afraid I’ve put myself off cards with old memories,” she chuckled.

She gathered up the cards from the table and put them away in the box, standing to face him.

“How about we go to my house now?” she suggested.

Scorpius gulped. Was he being propositioned? It seemed very unlikely.

“I want to show you something anyway,” she said, before gulping down the glass of wine.

Pansy stepped in close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He could only hope she wouldn’t feel his painfully hard erection that was pushing against his trousers.

“Well?”

Scorpius felt her hot breath against his face and smelt the expensive wine his father’s shop was so famous for selling. That smell had never felt so charged and loaded with invisible questions. Was he really about to do this? Was this really happening?

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the interior of Pansy’s living room and, despite not having been there in a few years, found the perfect picture in his head. A smile formed on his face, and he turned on the spot, feeling Pansy’s body press hard against his as they whirled forwards into the image in Scorpius’ mind.

Chapter Text

This Christmas break at the Burrow had been one of disappointment for Ginny. They had been home for three days already and Harry was refusing to do anything even remotely sexual with her out of fear of being caught by her mother. He and Hermione had joined them so far, but Hermione was due to leave on the 24th to spend Christmas with her parents and Bill and Fleur would be arriving on the 26th to spend New Years with them. This gave Ginny two nights with her room all to herself, and she intended to get as much use out of this as she could. She had devised a plan to make Harry submit. She would have him begging for sex by the 24th, and she very much looked forward to granting him that wish.

December 13th

Ginny had heard of a ridiculous muggle Christmas songs about someone being gifted an insane amount of birds, humans, and generally useless things. It was called the twelve days of Christmas, and she had based her plan on it. Day one in the song was a partridge in a pear tree. This one would be easy.
“Harry!” she called through Ron’s door, knowing her brother was downstairs being forced to wash up after lunch.
Harry opened the door, a book in his hand held open halfway through.
“I told you no,” he rolled his eyes.
“This isn’t about that,” she lied, scoffing to sell the act, “I’m going to collect some pears from the tree in the back field for Mum’s pudding, I need your help.”
It sounded innocent enough and Harry seemed to think so too because he turned and threw the book onto his bed and shut the door behind him, following her down the stairs.
She was going to collect pears, that wasn’t a lie, and she was also collecting them for mum’s pudding. It all seemed fairly reasonable except Harry hadn’t noticed the incredibly short skirt she was wearing, or the lack of tights on her legs. They reached the tree and Ginny felt a couple of low branches, testing the weight they could hold.
“I’ll climb up,” Harry said.
“No,” she shook her head, “you’re too heavy you won’t be able to get any further than these first branches, trust me I’ve seen Ron try and he fell flat on his arse.”
She beckoned him over and passed him a bucket, lifting her foot.
“Give me a boost.”
Harry locked his hands together and hoisted her up into the tree. Once there, she made a big deal out of searching for the perfect fruit, arching her back to give him a clear view up her skirt. She glanced down and noticed he was looking away, clearly trying to avoid the sight he must have assumed she was accidentally giving him.
“Harry!” She called down to him, causing him to look up.
She shook a particularly juicy looking pear and he raised the bucket for her to place it in. She noticed him glancing at the view and she made a big show of crouching down to reach the bucket, giving him a view of what would have been her pussy without the cloth of her pants in the way. She felt herself grow slightly damp down there and hoped he couldn’t see. She wanted to keep things subtle for now, hence the plain white knickers she was wearing. She took what was probably a painfully long time for Harry picking out pears and filling the bucket, always ensuring he had the best view. The thought of his hard dick aching against his jeans was making her a lot more excited than she had expected. When they finally finished, she jumped down to the grass, her skirt flapping up to her stomach and giving Harry one last glance before they turned and headed back to the house, both of them feeling very hot in the crotch. Ginny was glad when Hermione pulled both of the boys into Ron’s room when they got back and she used the spare half an hour of alone time to relieve the ache in her pants, her anticipation for the next few days growing.

Ginny continued in this fashion for the next few days despite struggling to fit the teasing to the lines of the song and just improvising whatever she could think of. There was only so many sexy things she could do when the lines were all about birds. Day two she found herself lying on Harry’s lap as the Hermione, Fred, George, Ron and the two of them played a muggle board game Hermione had brought for them to try, they had convinced her out of a trivia game. She had spent the evening rubbing Harry’s crotch as much as possible as she fidgeted, trying not to make it obvious. She had felt his hard dick press against her face a few times but had not reacted, letting him think she hadn’t noticed. Days three and four went on with similar methods.

December 17th

Ginny couldn’t think of anything sexual regarding rings, but she could think of something regarding fingers. She had required Hermione’s help with this one and, after divulging her entire plan to her, the two girls had come up with a plan. Ginny suggested a quidditch match in the garden in the afternoon and Hermione had agreed to make sure it was Harry that would come to get Ginny from her room to play with them. As the time approached, she put on her sexiest underwear and spread herself out on her bed, legs wide apart and knickers stretched between her knees. She started touching herself, making sure she spread her wetness around as much as possible. She didn’t need much motivation as the thought of Harry seeing her like this was driving her crazy. She thought of him masturbating over the last few days of her teasing, and the thought of what they would do on the 24th. She heard footsteps on the stairs and knew the moment was coming. She was getting closer and closer to orgasm but she kept as quiet as possible as Harry knocked. When there was no reply he opened the door and stood frozen for a second as Ginny let herself cum, eyes squeezed shut and body squirming as the pleasure ran through her. She panted as it subsided and she heard the door shut quietly. She would be surprised if there was no activity in his pants.

The next day she pushed it further, making everything more obvious. Day six was her foot under the table on his crotch at dinner time and day seven was stepping into his shower under the pretence of ‘saving time’ as they all went to meet Luna in a nearby muggle village.

December 20th

Just five days to go and she could feel his desperation whenever they happened to be near each other. She noticed his eyes on her constantly and she hadn’t shied away from this, making sure each item of clothing accentuated her body, even wearing a few things that had been sitting at the bottom of her drawer after being deemed too small.
Day eight and she had a very solid idea of what she could get from ‘eight maids a milking’. Harry would be much like a cow today, and she his maid, although there wouldn’t be any milk. She struck as soon as the opportunity arose. Ron sidetracked downstairs by their mother, Harry was alone in his room, presumably reading. She stormed into the room, stopping in her tracks at the sight before her. Harry lay on his bed, trousers around his ankles and his hard dick in his hand. He locked eyes with her like a rabbit in the headlights.
“I hope you’re thinking about me,” she nodded towards his cock.
He gave a slight nod in response, still looking just as shocked.
“Good,” she smirked, “now move over.”
She shoved him to the side of the bed and sat down, pulling off her t shirt and tossing it aside. She cast a quick lubrication spell on her hand that she had learned from a girl at school and grabbed his dick which had probably never been harder. She started pumping away, teasing his cock with her hand. He moaned as she grabbed his balls and started massaging them with her other hand and soon he was getting close. She noticed and slowed her pace, letting him get closer to the edge as she slowed to a complete stop, denying him. She took great pleasure in doing this twice more before releasing his now throbbing dick and standing up, cleaning her hand and replacing her t shirt. She glanced once more over her shoulder at the desperate boy before turning and going back to her room, her knickers now soaked.

‘Nine ladies dancing’ was a lap dance and the next day she made his Lord leap, stroking his crotch stealthily as everyone sat around in the living room chatting after dinner. ‘Eleven pipers piping’ found her under the table covered in his invisibility cloak as Harry peeled potatoes for her mum. She had sucked and sucked him until he had cum in her mouth which she had eagerly swallowed. She was impressed by how well he held in his grunts and kept still enough to not arouse suspicion.

December 24th

Everyone had been rounded up for a game of quidditch the morning of Christmas Eve. Even Hermione has joined in, annoying Ron with how long she took to pass the ball. Amidst the chaos Ginny stopped her search for the snitch right next to Harry who had taken the keeper spot on his team.
“Meet me in my room at four,” she muttered, “I might let you find my golden snitch.”
And she flew off, continuing her search.
Two o clock came and Hermione hugged everyone goodbye at the fireplace before announcing her parents’ address and spinning away down the floo network. By the time four o clock was upon her, Ginny was ecstatic with anticipation. She had made sure to put on her sexiest underwear, covered by a Holyhead Harpies top and a small pair of shorts that she was sure Harry would not be able to resist tearing off her. She glanced at the clock on her wall, it was time.
“Come in!” She called as a knock sounded at her door.
The door swung open and Harry entered her bedroom, his eyes bright and excitable as he eyed her.
“Merry Christmas Harry,” she said, “now come here and fuck me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation.

Chapter Text

Harry let the warm water drip down his face, his body returning to a normal temperature after the icy cold conditions had left him feeling frozen to his broom. The practice had been largely uneventful up until the snow began to fall and cut it short. He had seen Fred and George sneaking into the girl’s changing room with Angelina and Alicia in front of an annoyed looking Ginny. Ron had joined him in the showers but had arranged to meet Lavender soon after practice so had rushed off with an annoyingly dreamy look in his eyes. So, Harry was left alone, his mind still on the team and their performance in the last game that had cost them their first points of the season against Ravenclaw.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door of the changing room.

“Harry?” he heard a voice he recognised as Katie Bell’s shout.

“Yeah?” he called back, really hoping she wasn’t asking about extra practice in the freezing conditions.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Harry thought about it for a second. He couldn’t think of any reason she would want to, but it didn’t bother him.

“If you want!” he called.

He heard the door shut and her footsteps approach the lockers along the wall.

“Thanks. I’m not looking,” she reassured him, “The girls and the twins weren't exactly discreet in there and I don’t enjoy throwing up.”

Harry laughed, “I can’t imagine Ginny being too happy with that.”

“She had a go at them but they just carried on so she stormed up to the castle.”

“Don’t blame her.”

He would have to have a word with them, he didn’t want his star chaser alienated from the team. He continued his shower, trusting Katie not to cross the boundary of the shower curtain. He could hardly imagine she’d want to with her being a year older than him and very attractive. There was silence between them for a moment before Katie spoke.

“Do you mind if I come in the shower?” she asked, anxiousness showing in her voice.

“Fine by me,” he answered, “as long as you don’t try and grab my dick.”

As soon as he said it, he regretted it, cringing at his stupid joke.

“You wish, Potter,” she laughed.

He wished he could deny it with any sincerity but, as it was, he lied.

“I don’t!” he protested half-heartedly.

He heard the shower curtain open and caught himself just before he instinctively turned to look. He heard a shower begin running behind him and fought with all his willpower to not get a boner at the thought of the girl that was now naked behind him.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, “do you have any soap? I think I left mine in the other changing room.”

“What, you don’t fancy strolling in there naked to get it?” he teased as he picked up his soap to hand to her.

“I bet Fred and George wish I would,” she scoffed.

Harry stretched his arm behind him, waving it in an attempt to find her hand.

“Take the soap,” he strained.

“Oh, sorry.”

He felt her hand on his, her callous fingers brushing the back of his hand and sending a shiver up his arm.

She thanked him as he felt the soap slip from his hand to hers. He was horrified to look down and see his dick was teasing towards hardness.

“Nice bum,” Katie said from behind him.

“You looked?!” he exclaimed.

“Just kidding,” he heard the smile in her words.

“You better be,” he laughed.

“Here, take the soap back.”

Harry reached behind him once more, but his hand knocked the soap out of her hand. Quickly he spun around and caught it out of instinct. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for him, Katie had done the same, just missing it as it landed in Harry’s outstretched palm. They both stood upright, failing to keep their eyes from tracing each other’s bodies until their eyes met and their mouths flapped open and closed uselessly.

Harry finally spoke, “you need to work on that catch, Bell.”

“Sorry Captain,” she said sarcastically, “we can’t all be the best seeker of the century like you.”

“I won’t hold it against you,” he winked.

“Did you just wink?”

He realised in that moment that he had in-fact winked for the first, and last, time in his life.

“Yeah sorry, that was weird,” he admitted.

“Finally, I’ve found a flaw,” she laughed.

He didn’t know whether to take that the way he wanted to. Had she just admitted that, after seeing him naked, she still hadn’t found a flaw in him?

“I suppose I am pretty flawless,” he shrugged, “coming from Gryffindor’s star chaser for six years running I’ll take that.”

She smiled at his compliment and looked down at her feet.

“I suppose we should turn back around now,” she said after a moment.

Harry didn’t want to lose this view, but he knew they should and so he nodded.

“At the same time,” she suggested, “you don’t get to see any more than you already have.”

Again, he nodded in agreement.

“Nice cock by the way,” she smirked.

Harry, taken aback, responded quickly and without thought, “nice... boobs.”

“Three, Two... One,” Katie called out quickly before they both whipped back around to their showers.

“Do you really like them?” she asked after a moments silence.

“Of course,” he replied, “and do you really like my... y’know?”

“Yeah,” she responded simply.

Both of them smiled into the water as they finished their showers.

“I’m getting out now,” Harry said, switching his shower off and leaving through the curtain, grabbing his towel on the way out.

He dried himself quickly and changed back into his normal clothes, throwing his quidditch robes into the washing basket. His eyes skimmed over Katie’s pile of clothes, lingering on her bra for a second before he snapped himself back to his own locker, pulling a jumper over his head.
The shower stopped and, after a second, Katie stepped out from behind the curtain, a towel wrapped around her body. Harry, again, had to fight to urge his boner away as he couldn’t help imagining the body that lay just beneath the cloth.

“Stop staring, Potter.”

He snapped his eyes up to her face and was thankful to see a smile there.

“Sorry,” he picked up his bag and turned to leave.

“Harry!” he heard from behind him.

He turned to see Katie, still wrapped in her towel, rushing over to him. Harry was shocked when she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in, planting a warm kiss on his cheek. He was left blushing in his disbelief and didn’t move.

“Thanks,” was all he managed to blurt out before turning and walking hastily out of the changing room, cheek still warm from the kiss in the freezing cold air.

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Later that night, Harry found himself in the common room with Hermione as she pored over a transfiguration book and he stared at his homework, not taking any of it in. His eyes began to wander past the fire where he saw Ron and Lavender entwined on an armchair in a not-so-subtle display of affection. He visibly cringed and looked away, seeing Fred and George engaged in an intense game of wizard chess, Alicia and Angelina hanging off their arms on the sofas. He noticed Katie sitting on the back of the sofa behind them, chin resting on her hand as she continuously blew a strand of hair away from her face. She looked cute. Her eyes drifted over and met Harry’s, a smile spreading across her face as she waved over at him. He smiled back, suppressing a wave as Hermione looked up at him in that moment and frowned at his expression. She returned to her book and Harry looked up again to see Katie making her way over to him. He panicked slightly but didn’t have time to react as she reached their table.

“Alright, Harry?” she greeted him, smiling at Hermione who smiled back but dove back down into her book instantly, “mind if we talk about the next practice?”

He couldn’t believe she was giving him any attention outside of the quidditch pitch and quickly agreed. She held out a hand and pulled him to his feet. They made their way to an empty table with a small sofa that faced away from the rest of the common room, giving them a view of the lake and the quidditch pitch in the foreground.

“What did you want to talk about then?” he asked.

“I didn’t really,” she admitted, “I just wanted to hang out with you. Looks like we’re both being ignored a bit at the moment.”

Harry glanced over at his shoulder at the top of Hermione’s head as she got as close as possible to the writing on the pages.

“True,” was all he could come up with.

“How are your classes going then?” she asked.

“Not bad,” he shrugged, “I’m doing pretty well at potions at the moment.”

“I can’t stand potions,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m definitely going to fail my NEWT.”

“I could help you at some point if you want?” he offered.

“Yeah, thanks,” she placed a hand on his arm, “I want to play quidditch after school but there’s no point limiting myself if I don’t have to.”

The hand didn’t go unnoticed and Harry felt a slight flutter in his stomach. She inspected him for a moment.

“You’re still thinking about earlier, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not,” he protested honestly.

“Yeah right,” she scoffed.

“How do I know you weren’t?” he replied defiantly.

“You don’t,” she smirked, making him gulp slightly, “at least I know the rumours aren’t true now.”

“What rumours?” he asked quickly.

“About the tattoo,” she giggled, “I knew Ginny was lying.”

“Oh yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ve heard about that one.”

A silence fell between them as he watched a few owls fly towards the castle from beyond the lake.

“Harry?” he turned to her, “you don’t have a girlfriend, do you?” she asked, biting her lip.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Oh good.”

“Why is that good?” he asked, realising he sounded slightly too eager.

“Because I kissed you earlier,” she answered, “and because of this.”

She leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Harry’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden movement. She pulled away again before he could enjoy the kiss.

“That was nice,” he gulped.

She didn’t say anything but Harry saw her eyes scan his lips. He took his chance, returning the kiss, this time enjoying it much more without the element of surprise. Her hand came up to the back of his head, clutching his hair as their kiss deepened. When they realised where they were, they broke the kiss, glancing around the common room, glad that no one had noticed.

“You’re fit,” she giggled.

“So are you,” he laughed, wondering how this had even come about.

The girl in front of him was possibly the most attractive girl in the school and she was kissing him. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He didn’t have long to muse on this thought as her hand slid down his arm and rested on his lap, making him draw in a sharp breath.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

He could only nod.

Katie began rubbing her hand across his crotch, instantly giving him a boner that she felt straight away.

“Wow Harry,” she exclaimed, “I’ve hardly touched you.”

“Sorry,” he managed to squeak out.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she smiled, “I like it.”

She ran her fingers up the outline of his boner in the trousers, making him shudder. The pair slid down the sofa and out of sight as Katie began kissing at his neck, quickening his breath. Her hand toyed at the waistline of his trousers making him bite his lip in anticipation. He moaned slightly in his throat as she slipped down into his pants, grabbing his hard boner as she trapped his lips in a kiss. Her soft touch made even more blood rush to his crotch and he became harder than ever. He felt Katie smile into his mouth as she slowly unzipped his trousers. She started pumping her hand on his dick now it was free of the cloth, and Harry felt a great knot in his stomach.

“Just relax,” she whispered into his ear, sending a shiver right the way down his body, “remember my boobs,” she smirked.

Harry, without a second thought, closed his eyes and filled his head with the image of the naked chaser, imagining her slinking her way towards him in the shower, her hand reaching down towards his crotch.

He felt Katies hand clasp over his mouth and he realised his breathing had become worryingly loud considering the proximity of their friends. He opened his eyes and found her face slightly above him. She was biting her lip, her face being possibly the sexiest thing Harry had seen in his life up until that moment. He involuntarily thrusted upwards into her hand and her eyes flicked down to his crotch. The deep release of breath, and the look on her face as she watched what she was doing to him sent him to another level of pleasure.

“Are you close?” she whispered, and was met with a silent nod, bringing an excitable smile to her lips.

She quickened her pace as she stroked his now immensely hard length.

“Cum for me Harry,” she crooned into his ear, “I want to see it.”

Her words did the job, and Harry felt his orgasm rising, eventually culminating in his stomach. His hips thrusted forcefully as spurt after spurt of hot white cum spilled out of him and onto Katie’s hand. She stared, again biting her lip, at the display, squeezing him hard until every drop had been pulled out and onto either her hand, Harry’s trousers, or Harry’s Jumper.

“Fucking hell!” she breathed in pleasure as she marvelled at the sight.

She dove down on Harry, kissing him furiously, her hand still gripping his slowly softening penis. Eventually, she pulled away, looking rather dishevelled.
“That was bloody amazing,” she shook her head in disbelief, “Why have I waited this long?” she seemed to ask only herself.

Harry couldn’t find any words to articulate the simultaneous shock and pleasure that he felt in that moment, and instead opted to clean up his rapidly hardening cum. Instead, he found Katie’s hand absent-mindedly rolling his soft flesh in her hand.

“Umm... Katie,” he nodded towards his crotch, and she suddenly pulled her hand away.

“Sorry,” she said, looking rather embarrassed at the extent to which she had become carried away.

“It’s fine,” he assured her as he pulled his wand from his pocket, “just want to clean up before it stains.”

“Wait,” Katie, grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Harry watched as she brought her other hand to her face and, flicking her tongue out across it, tasted his cum.

He looked on, agape as she swallowed and smiled, her eyes on his the whole time. Impossibly, his boner seemed to somehow be returning so he quickly cleaned himself up with a quick spell and shoved it back in his trousers.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed, still in awe of the beautiful chaser in front of him and what she had just done.
“Me too,” she grinned, “we should ‘talk’ more often.”

Harry couldn’t help but agree as she leant in for one more kiss before they returned to their friends.

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It wasn’t meant to be this hard. Ginny’s career had seemed destined for infinite ascension through the ranks, inspired by the words of coaches and press that couldn’t stop raving about the young witch and her skills on a broom. She had to admit that wasn’t completely out of the question yet, despite the little speed bump she had encountered. It’s hard to describe something that causes such mental block as “fun”, but that’s what it was. The one off fling, as it had begun, was fun and Ginny knew it. So much so that she now lay in bed next to a witch, missing her team’s practice, half regretting and half celebrating her decision to lay in this morning, having just received the two best orgasms of her life.

A better place to start would be their first meeting, at the quidditch World Cup. Ginny had received her first call up to the national team after a breakthrough season in a lower league and she was feeling the pressure of the moment. First game vs Sweden and the two teams lined up in the tunnel ready to step onto the pitch. Looking to her left, she saw her. Thea Andersdotter. The star of the Swedish National team and the Holyhead Harpies and relative veteran of the sport was standing next to Ginny, her bright blonde, almost white, hair in a ponytail that whipped out of sight as she turned and addressed Ginny.

‘Good luck’ she said with a smile as Ginny tried not to burst into happy tears, ‘I’ve been studying you.’
The wink was not in fact sexually suggestive but it may as well have been to Ginny. The older witch was gorgeous, one of the most lusted after women in the wizarding world and, Ginny now discovered, really nice.
She attempted a reply but only managed a nod. This star struck fight or flight response from Ginny led to an incident on the pitch that led to her being benched in the next game against Italy. She had got a grip of herself afterwards, despite an old childhood crush returning in full force to the front of her mind.
The more demanding pre-season training schedules of her teammates’ first division teams led to all of them returning home after their defeat to Ireland in the semi-final, and to Ginny attending a pre-final party alone, nervously standing in a corner seemingly studying her drink very closely.

‘Bad luck.’

Ginny looked up to see Thea Andersdotter in front of her once again, her dress falling gracefully over her slim figure in a way Ginny could only dream of pulling off.
‘In the semi-final,’ Thea clarified after Ginny gave no response, ‘you had a tough draw.’

It was true. They hadn’t had a single knockout stage match in which they went in as favourites, knocking out the physical Argentinians and the all-female, all-ferocious Chinese.

‘We were lucky against the Chinese,’ Ginny shrugged, ‘you were brilliant against Kenya in the round of 16. That feint you pulled off towards the end was beautiful.’

Thea blushed, ‘thank you, I learned it from watching-‘

‘Victor Krum’ they both said in unison.

Thea raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

‘World Cup 1994 against Ireland?’ She queried.

‘I was there too!’ Ginny felt herself become a bit too excitable and reined it in, trying to remain composed.

‘What a match!’

The excitement and love for the sport was clear on the Swedish seeker’s face.

‘You were unlucky against France,’ Ginny said, continuing the small talk, ‘it was a matter of inches in it.’

‘Don’t get me started,’ Thea rolled her eyes, ‘I was fuming.’

Ginny grinned internally at the incredibly British turn of phrase and just then noticed the subtlety of Thea’s accent after so many years in the UK.

‘I won’t miss the weather,’ Thea sighed.

Ginny agreed. She was enjoying the holiday aspect of the tournament, taking in the sights of Rio de Janeiro and soaking up the sun whenever she got the chance. Although “soaking up the sun” for her meant burning instantly and sweating profusely on morning jogs.

‘How’ve you been finding Wales?’ Ginny asked her.

Thea explained her love of the Welsh countryside and the conversation flowed from Thea’s struggle with certain aspects of British culture, to Ginny’s future prospects, with many more drinks in between.
Ginny was introduced to several world famous current and ex-players, each one more surreal than the last until eventually Ginny was face to face with Victor Krum, who somehow remembered her from his years stay at Hogwarts. Ginny blushed when he remarked on her outfit, calling her beautiful. Her heart almost burst out of her rib cage when Thea agreed, her eyes roaming over Ginny’s body with a certain look in her eyes that caused a rather fluttery sensation in Ginny’s suit trousers.

The night drew longer as the two women talked, sometimes laughing, sometimes sharing deep desires, always eyes locked, drink in hand and, despite the other not knowing, both hoping for something more.
Thea struck Ginny as someone very young at heart, her jokes sometimes filthy and her outlook refreshingly open minded. Her blue eyes seemed to be pulling Ginny in all night and, when the party began to thin out, they found themselves dangerously close together.
Thea broke the tension, asking Ginny if she was also not ready to end the night so early.

A few bars later and the two were in Ginny’s hotel room, Ginny giggling incessantly after their attempts to enter the hotel quietly led to Thea’s foot plunging into a stray dirty mop bucket, much to her disgust. After promising Thea a shower, Ginny sat on the edge of her bed reflecting on the night as she listened to the sprinkle of water and the quiet humming coming from the bathroom. She couldn’t help but wonder what was about to happen, and her thoughts wandered to the shower the other side of the thin wall, and the gorgeous blonde woman inside of it. She bit her lip and stood, doing a bit of packing to clear her mind. A whistle made her turn around and she saw Thea’s head sticking out from behind the bathroom door with a wicked grin on her face.

‘I think you need to shower too,’ she laughed.

‘Why?’ Ginny asked, skeptically.

‘Because you are dirty too I think.’

Her hand appeared now too, dangling something small and purple. Ginny flushed white. She had left her vibrator in the shower! A thousand excuses rushed through her head but it was painfully obvious she’d been caught. She put her head in her hands not knowing what to say, hoping to Merlin Thea would be nice and keep this between them. What she didn’t expect was the wet hands that took hers and lowered them from her face.

Thea Andersdotter was in front of her, naked! She couldn’t help but stare at the pale skin, small perky boobs and tight stomach of the woman before her. She must’ve been in her thirties, but her body didn’t show it. Ginny found herself jealous despite being ten years younger.

‘Do you not like to shower?’ Thea asked in fake puzzlement, ‘I thought you would join me.’

‘I- I didn’t want to-‘ Ginny spluttered.

‘Oh don’t worry. I would never refuse a beautiful girl like you in my shower.’

Ginny loved the way she spoke to her, very kind but in charge in a way that made her feel very safe.

‘Shall we?’

Ginny took a step forward without thinking.

‘I don’t think you should go in the shower in your clothes, do you?’

Ginny shook her head. Something about this was awakening something deep in her crotch.

‘Shall we take them off?’ Thea suggested, still with the same tone.

Ginny nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment with words. Thea stepped back and looked her up and down, making Ginny feel suddenly very self conscious. This was the star of the best Quidditch team in the UK and an older woman at that. She would be used to perfect girls with perfect bodies, not Ginny with her freckles and small boobs.

‘Go on then,’ Thea’s voice took on a more commanding nature, ‘take off your clothes.’

Ginny obeyed almost instantly, taking off first her shirt and trousers, followed by her bra and boxer shorts, all while being watched by a now lustful looking Thea. She stood, now naked, waiting to be judged, to be deemed ugly.

‘You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.’
Ginny’s heart jumped slightly and she looked up from the floor to see Thea biting her lip, eyes locked with hers. She held out a hand which Ginny took instantly.

‘Come on. Let’s clean you, you dirty girl.’

Ginny didn’t need asking twice and soon she was in the shower, Thea’s hand gliding across her back, covering her with soap suds. She was wet beyond belief now, and not just from the shower. She fought with everything she had not to touch herself as the experienced seeker’s hands slid down to her bum, squeezing each cheek and causing a slight whimper to escape her lips.

Thea’s body pressed against hers and her hands came around, soaping up her stomach first, then moving upwards to caress her breasts. Ginny could feel Thea’s breath on her neck, causing goosebumps to rise there. Her hands felt amazing as she squeezed each boob, making Ginny squeak as she pinched a nipple lightly. Ginny heard her chuckle behind her. This was turning her on in ways she could only have dreamt of before. She squeezed her thighs together as another surge of horny longing emanated from her crotch.

‘Turn around.’

Ginny did as she was instructed, and Thea leaned in instantly, capturing her lips and pressing a wet kiss against her, tongue crashing into her mouth. Ginny grabbed a handful of Thea’s silver hair and pulled her in closer, willing the two of them to occupy each other’s space with the deepest kiss of all time. Thea moaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss, her hands roaming downwards, the water now rinsing the suds from Ginny’s freckled body. She kept her pubic hair neat but not rigorously shaved, which now allowed Thea a perfect view of her wet pussy as she took a step back to admire what she had done to her.

‘I will have to clean this now as well.’

She rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees gracefully, grabbing Ginny’s bum and pulling her forward in one fluid motion. Her face was inches from Ginny’s crotch now. Ginny was sure she would feel the heat pulsating from her and she bit her lip in anticipation of what (or who) was to come next. Thea didn’t satisfy her straight away though, planting kisses along Ginny’s thighs which only added to her yearning for satisfaction finally. Then it was happening. All at once, Thea buried her face in between Ginny’s thighs, sucking and licking at her wetness, making Ginny suddenly scream out before she slapped a hand over her own mouth to silence it.

The noises Thea was making was driving Ginny crazy and her moaning mixed with the slurps that came from the woman between her legs was driving Ginny crazy. She slapped one hand against the wall to support herself as a wave of pleasure shot through her, taking her up a gear as Thea continued to assault her pussy. Before Ginny could react, two things happened, firstly, she heard a sudden buzzing noise, secondly, and before she could comprehend the buzzing noise, something was pushed up inside of her.

It was all too much at this point, Thea worked the vibrator in and out of her, never letting up on her mission, never lifting her tongue from the wet mass it was so devotingly stimulating. Ginny began to thrust unintentionally which only pushed Thea’s face into her harder. She was getting close and Thea knew it as she began to push the vibrator in and out of her faster and faster, her tongue lapping happily at Ginny’s clit as well as the rest of her, now desperate, cunt. She only stopped for a second, just long enough to say three words.

‘Cum for me.’

And she did. Ginny spasmed, her hand flailing uselessly, failing to grab a hold of the wall as her legs almost crippled beneath her. Thea’s strong hands were there though, holding her steady as she came violently, her stomach squeezing as her eyes now were. Her moans were high pitched and more girly than she would’ve liked, but she didn’t care in that moment. She was cumming for Thea Andersdotter and it was the best orgasm of her life. She felt a warmness in her crotch and Thea dutifully lapped at it until Ginny became too sensitive and pulled away, sliding down the shower wall to a sitting position beside Thea, who sat too, pulling her in and holding her firmly and comfortably against her, the water still running over both of them.

‘Your coaches must love you,’ Thea said, her head resting on Ginny’s that was still on her chest, ‘you are so good at following instructions.’

Ginny would never have guessed before that she could get instantly wet like she did in that moment. But Thea proved her wrong in this many times after.

Back in the UK and they met again and again, always with the same result. Passionate, usually sweaty, sex that left both of them feeling more satisfied than ever. This was Ginny’s dilemma. An older witch that she couldn’t say no to, and a career that she had to say yes to. She never thought that the two could go together until Thea came him from training one day with news that the Holyhead Harpies were going to buy her in a record deal, and that she wanted to take Ginny out for a proper date.

That’s how Ginny found herself in an Italian restaurant sitting across from the most gorgeous woman she’d ever laid eyes on, having just signed the contract that would fulfil her childhood dream hours earlier, and feeling that life couldn’t get better than this. Then her tiramisu arrived and she was proved wrong yet again.

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Hermione was sick of Ron. She was sick of his constant ignorance to any hint she would put so blatantly in front of his nose. Sick of his disregard for her every feeling and the fact that he now spent at least eighteen hours of every day suctioned to Lavender Brown by the lips. She wanted to grab the stupid girls hair and throw her off of him, taking her place, but she knew how to be subtle about these things. She knew how to make Ron jealous.

She was at the Slug Club Christmas party doing exactly this after inviting Cormac McLaggen, the burly boy that would have bested Ron in the quidditch tryouts had she not illegally intervened on Ron’s behalf. He was a major pain in the backside but he was perfect for her plan. Good looking, disliked by Ron, and probably experienced in the bedroom department. Her plan was not without its annoyances though. The boy seemed incapable of keeping his eyes or hands off her, which of course she needed later but right now it was doing her head in. Her purposefully low cut dress and push up bra created seemingly the most interesting view in the world no matter what topic of conversation she tried to distract Cormac with.

After speaking with Harry and Luna for a bit she began to enact her plan, taking a more hands on approach with McLaggen, who seemed to be enjoying himself very much as they took shelter between a large column at the side of the room and a draped red fabric that allowed them some privacy. She couldn’t deny that the attractive boy was exciting her somewhat as she kissed him passionately, pressing his hand against her boob and pulling herself tightly into his grip. His big strong hands reminded her of Krum’s and she wondered if anything else would be similar too. When Cormac began pressing his palm against her now wet knickers through her dress, she knew it was about time she moved onto phase two of the plan.

‘Want to go somewhere private?’ She whispered seductively in his ear.

He perked up instantly, like a Labrador with a treat being waved in front of its face. He nodded and she took him by the hand, leading him through the crowd of party-goers and out of slughorns office. When the door closed behind them, McLaggen pressed her against the wall, pawing at her boobs again and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her mouth. Hermione endured for a moment before pushing him away.

‘Not here,’ she said with a smirk, and grabbed him by the hand once more.

She had the route planned in her head, two lefts, up the stairs, one right and one more left. Opposite her history of magic classroom she pulled aside a tapestry, revealing a secret passageway. She checked her watch before quickly pulling the boy inside. The last thing she needed was to be caught out in the corridors this late. Ron and Lavender however, weren’t so subtle.

‘Do you take all your boys here, Granger?’ McLaggen said, clearly having never taken this shortcut before.

It was a favourite of the trios and one of the more reliable hideouts they had found.

‘Only the ones I really like,’ she winked, cringing at herself internally.

Cormac clearly wasn’t one for slow build ups and he pounced forward, resuming their kiss and tugging at her dress straight away. She hastily removed her cardigan and let the dress straps fall off of her shoulders before focusing on his clothes, undoing his shirt quickly and planting a few kisses down his chest. She could see the arousal in his pants and lowered her hand, gripping his large dick through his trousers. He moaned into her neck as he kissed and bit at it, making Hermione wetter than she already was. She was glad this was feeling good. She would’ve been willing to do it anyway but being turned on herself was a massive bonus. She took a quick glance at her watch, they didn’t have long.

Within seconds McLaggen’s trousers were around his ankles and Hermione was stroking his hard cock slowly, feeling herself get wet enough for what she needed to do.

‘Pull my knickers down,’ she moaned.

Cormac obliged almost instantly, acting like a man imperius’d. They fell to her ankles and she took up a position on her tiptoes, pulling the boy forward and positioning his tip up against her wet folds, rubbing it up and down slightly.

‘Take it easy,’ she instructed him, ‘or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use this thing ever again.’

She thought she heard him gulp but she was so focused on the task at hand she wasn’t sure. She pulled him in closer and felt it start to slip inside, she couldn’t help but let out a small moan and she could tell McLaggen was struggling not to take control and fuck her with everything he had right there and then. As he came deeper she began to grow accustomed to the size of his dick, although it still felt massive inside her.

‘Fuck me slow,’ she breathed heavily, ‘I’ll tell you when you can go faster.’

Again the boy obliged straight away, setting pace as he began sliding in and out of her, causing her to moan hoarsely. She flung her arms around his neck as he lifted one of her legs, holding her up for support.

‘I always knew you were a complete slut deep down granger,’ he said between breaths.

She had to commend him for saying something so depraved that was also so sexy. His tone was almost thankful that he was right, rather than sneering.

‘That’s right,’ she replied, ‘I can’t help it when I get my hands on a cock like this.’

She played to his ego and it worked, he gripped her waist and thigh harder, clearly begging to up the pace of his thrusts.

‘You want to fuck me hard don’t you.’

He nodded.

‘Fine. But I always cum first so don’t get ahead of yourself.’

This wasn’t exactly a necessary part of the plan but she saw it as a special bonus. Or at least she had until all thoughts were wiped from her brain by Cormac, who had now begun pumping into her with ferocity, his eyes locked with hers, seeking approval. The guttural moan that erupted from her mouth seemingly satisfied him as he moved both hands to her arse, grabbing tightly and thrusting as if possessed with the urge to satisfy her. She couldn’t handle this for long, her feet had left the ground at this point but she didn’t really notice. Her eyes rolled back as the slap of their skin filled her ears, driving her crazy.

‘Are you gonna cum for me?’ He said through gritted teeth.

Hermione resisted the urge to say that it wasn’t “for him” and kept her thoughts to herself, screaming a yes at him. Truthfully, she was close, but she knew it would be interrupted soon, Ron and Lavender had to be almost there. Her plan was about to come to fruition.

Her legs were wrapped around McLaggen’s waist as this point as he held her up by her arse, still pounding her with everything he had, screwing up his eyes in an attempt not to finish too early. Hermione was moaning like a banshee at this point, feeling her orgasm rising very quickly inside her. She was getting so close now, just a minute longer and-

‘Oh fuck!’

It all stopped so suddenly and Hermione had to cling onto Cormac to stop him pulling out of her. She knew what had happened of course. She turned her head to the right to see Ron and Lavender, both standing dumbstruck holding the tapestry open and staring in shock. Ron had a certain fury in his eyes but Hermione could see a glint in Lavender’s as she looked from Cormac’s muscular chest to Hermione’s, before looking down at the point where Hermione would be surprised if she wasn’t dripping wet.

Almost as quickly as they appeared, they were gone, Ron stomping away with Lavender in tow, slightly suspicious of her boyfriend’s reaction.

‘Shit,’ Cormac said, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, letting a deep sigh escape his nose.

‘I don’t recall telling you to stop,’ Hermione replied.

His head snapped back down and he stared at her in shock.

‘Seriously?’

This was all for her pleasure now, the plan was done and she was going to enjoy this night.

‘Like you said,’ she grinned, ‘I’m a complete slut deep down.’

The thrusts resumed and Hermione moaned once again. She was planning to drag this out all night. She wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied.

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Pansy Parkinson was, for one of the first times in her life, doing something she didn’t want to do. Threatened with being pulled out of school and transferred to the much stricter school of Durmstrang if she didn’t improve in all subjects had led to her having to attend extra tuition classes a few nights a week, something she detested. It was bad enough being forced into her usual classes with the dullards and dugbogs that seemed to fill the school. These extra classes had proven, so far, to be filled with the thickest of the thick, struggling their way through even the most basic spells and enchantments on the curriculum. Pansy wasn’t like them though and knew that her bad grades were more a reflection of her enthusiasm, rather than her intelligence.

A quick time-telling spell informed her that she had two minutes to reach the potions classroom for her evening of being spoken to like a first year by Professor Slughorn, so she sped up, turning a corner and reaching the top of the steps that descended to the dungeons. A flight of stairs and two more corridors later and she stood outside the classroom, reaching out to push the door open when she heard voices from behind her.

“I know I don’t need it but I’d personally like all the extra study time I can get. As should you.”

Pansy reckoned the scolding tones of Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor know it all that could usually be found with her arm fixed firmly in the air, straining to be the one to answer a question, when she wasn’t in the library of course. She could hear more sets of footsteps though, and a boy spoke.

“You’re mental,” Ron Weasley said, “top of every class and you’re wasting your evenings crushing fangroot and brewing essence of dragon dung with Slughorn down here.”

“If you just followed me down here to insult me then you can turn around and go right now,” Granger huffed.

“You know why we followed you down here,” Harry Potter now spoke, “who knows what Malfoy is up to down in the dungeons.”

“Well, I can look after myself thank you very much,” one set of footsteps hurried their pace as the other two stopped.

Pansy suddenly realised that Granger was about to round the corner and catch her clearly listening to their conversation, so she pushed the wooden door open, thanking Merlin that it wasn’t one of the many creaky old doors in the castle, and slipped inside, rushing to the inner door and passing through it, slowing down as to not appear in a rush.

“Ahh, Parkinson,” Slughorn beamed, beckoning her into the classroom and gesturing for her to take a seat.

One boy and one girl she vaguely recognised were sat at desks at the very front of the class, looking up at Slughorn, who was holding a crystal hourglass and seemed to have been explaining the function of it to them. Pansy squeezed between desks and settled down in the third row, pulling out a parchment, quill and oil and dropping her bag down just as the door to the classroom thudded shut and the bushy mane of Granger’s hair appeared in the doorway, the girl breathing slightly heavy and looking slightly flushed in the cheeks.

“So sorry Professor,” she said quickly, before making her way to a desk in the second row.

As she pulled out the chair, she noticed Pansy, and was clearly taken aback, her eyes fixing on her for a second before she seemingly dragged them away and sat, pulling out her own writing supplies. Pansy could practically hear her thoughts just based on that look.

“Wow she must be stupider than I thought.” she imagined the Gryffindor saying to herself.

Pansy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, facing Slughorn again who was beaming out at the four of them rather like a nursery school teacher who was proud of them just for not being sick on themselves.

“I think that’s all of us,” the professor said, clapping his hands together and turning to begin writing on the chalkboard behind him.

Pansy was the only one not to rush to grab a quill.

“Today we will be focusing on antidotes,” he began, writing the names of some poisons and their ingredients on the board, “the key to most common antidotes can be found in the poison itself. The ingredients, broken down into certain categories will denote the…”

Pansy had zoned out. Slughorn’s words mingled into one long drone as she sat twiddling her quill looking at, not the professor, but Hermione Granger. She had thought these extra classes would be the domain of the dim-witted, yet here was the brightest witch in the school, apparently seeking even more knowledge to lord over everyone at every opportunity. She watched as the bushy haired girl jotted down countless notes as if she didn’t already know every word off by heart. It left Pansy wondering what sort of insecurity could drive someone to be so obsessed with school grades. She watched as the girl nibbled on the end of her quill, waiting for the next line that she could note down. It was a cute habit that made Pansy’s mind begin turning. The only things she had ever noticed Granger for before now were her annoying tendencies and irritating showing off. As she watched her brow furrow however, she saw a girl afraid of failure. She saw an actual person with flaws rather than the to-the-book, rule loving bookworm that many people in the school probably saw her as. Pansy jumped as Slughorn clapped his hands once more and she was pulled back to the reality of the classroom.

“Now, I’ve devised a fun little challenge for you all today so pair up and let’s see which team has been listening closer.”

The two other students at the front looked at each other and nodded before she could even think. Granger looked at her with a pained expression and Pansy returned her gaze in shock. At least they would win the challenge. Maybe she could score some extra points with Slughorn.

“Right then,” the professor continued, “this should be interesting. I will be giving both teams a list of antidotes, and you will be tasked with bringing me the vital ingredient contained in its corresponding poison. Mayfair, Goodbright, you will use the store cupboard in this room. Granger and Parkinson, you will use the store cupboard in the adjacent classroom. The winning team will be the one that brings me the most accurately identified ingredients from their list. You will have fifteen minutes so work together and work quickly. And let’s see if we can’t work on our inter-house relationships while we’re at it as well, shall we?”

He had looked at Pansy and Granger when he said that last sentence, arching one eyebrow and almost looking excited at the thought of the two being forced to work together. He turned over his hourglass after giving it a tap with his wand, presumably to set the time to fifteen minutes, and the two girls left the classroom, list in hand.

They entered the next classroom and headed to the store cupboard, a small room with walls covered entirely in shelves that were full of jars and jars of increasingly disgusting potion ingredients. A ladder rested against the shelves that could be moved to reach every dusty corner of the room.

Granger turned as they reached the ladder, handing the list to Pansy and scanning the shelves, sliding the ladder into place when she found what she was looking for. She climbed one rung and reached for a small jar full of what looked like furry green coins. She retrieved the ingredient and climbed back down, placing it on a side table by the door. She held her hand out for the list. Pansy scoffed at her.

“Am I just here to be your glorified house elf?” she said, some bitterness in her voice.

This was just like Granger, showing off how well she could do on her own, not even bothering to consult her on the task they were supposed to be completing together. She had to admit she would have loved to just sit and wait for fifteen minutes while someone else did it all for her, but with Granger it was irritating her.

“Sorry, I just know the first few straight away,” she said matter-of-factly, shrugging and taking the list, “I thought you’d be happy not putting much effort in.”

She said it so calmly but the implication of what she had just said got to Pansy in a way she wouldn’t have expected.

“Sorry I’m obviously too stupid for you to even bother to ask me,” she bit back.

Granger stopped scanning the list and frowned at her. She seemed to be thinking about what to say to that. Pansy couldn’t imagine she was one for confrontation.

“Of course not,” she said quietly, “sorry if you thought that.”

“Very diplomatic,” Pansy thought, internally rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “I don’t care.”

In truth, she did care, but she wasn’t sure why. It was a weakness of hers sometimes to be so easily wound up, but in this case, it made much less sense than usual. There was a vague feeling of not wanting Granger to think of her as stupid but whenever the thought surfaced Pansy would push it back down, feeling ridiculous for thinking it.

“We can do it together,” Granger said after a moment of silence, “let me just get this second one. Frogs’ eyes I think it is.”

Pansy scanned the shelves, trying not to look too eager, but she saw it straight away.

“There,” she pointed, rather more excitedly than she had meant to.

“Great,” Granger smiled, grabbing the ladder once more.

As she collected the jar, Pansy consulted the list, struggling to work any of them out.

“Three minutes gone,” Granger said after putting the frogs’ eyes down next to the first jar.

Pansy held the list so they could both read it and wracked her brains, willing one of the answers to come to her.

“Willow sap!” she shouted suddenly, causing Granger to start next to her.

She pointed out the antidote that she meant, and the other girl nodded approvingly. Something like pride swelled in Pansy’s chest and she wrestled back the smile that was creeping onto her face. She turned away so Granger wouldn’t see and started searching for the sap.

“Above you,” the Gryffindor pointed, and Pansy moved the ladder, climbing up three rungs as the vial of willow sap was sitting on the very top shelf.

She had to stretch slightly, leaning on the shelf for support as she struggled to loop her fingers through the string that was tied around the neck of the vial. With one last effort, she grabbed the sap and looked back down. She didn’t expect to see Granger’s eyes fixed on her legs, more specifically her now exposed thighs, her skirt having ridden up during the stretch. The bushy haired witch snapped her eyes away when Pansy caught her looking, and she buried her face in the parchment once more as she descended the ladder and placed the ingredient next to the other two.

“Well, that’s an interesting development,” Pansy thought.

As a self-discovered but not announced lesbian herself, she was sure she had a pretty good idea about the other gay students in the school. Even with the less obvious ones like Seamus Finnigan in Gryffindor house, she could tell he was bisexual just from how he acted around the school. This was the first time, that she knew of, that her sense had let her down. If that was what had happened. Maybe Granger, ever the prude, had just been shocked to see more than a bit of ankle. Pansy did wear her skirt fairly short and maybe she just wasn’t used to seeing so much of another person. Perhaps she could test this.

“I’ve worked the next one out,” Granger said, looking down in an attempt to hide the obvious blush on her cheeks, “I’ll get it.”

She clearly already knew where it was as she instantly took hold of the ladder and slid it all the way around to the other side of the room, climbing four rungs to reach the top shelf, she was smaller than Pansy. She also wore her skirt a lot longer, but as she also stretched to reach the back of the shelf in the corner, her skirt ended up above her knees, revealing a small sliver of thigh. Perhaps it was the closeness of another girl’s smooth legs, the new revelation that Granger might be gay like her, or the fact that she hadn’t been touched by anyone in over two weeks, but something made her mouth dry up slightly, her breath catching as she watched the Gryffindor girl bury her top half into the shelf as she reached for the ingredient, her bum becoming pronounced in her skirt just above Pansy’s eyeline. Before she could stop herself, she had reached out and brushed a hand on the back of her thigh, instantly scolding herself for being so bold. She did feel a sense of excitement though, eager to prove her new theory.

Granger whipped her head around, jumping down the ladder rapidly and stopping dead in front of Pansy.

“What are you doing?” she asked urgently, a nervous undertone in her voice.

Pansy didn’t know how to answer that question, and an awkward silence enveloped both of them for a second. She had a vision of pulling the girl into a kiss, another of reaching for her legs once more. Some dirtier thoughts crept into her mind as well, but she stifled them. Slowly, she reached out, taking the jar from the Gryffindor and placing it on the table. When she turned back to her, Granger flashed a look at her lips and Pansy made up her mind. She had to know. The taller Slytherin took a slow step towards the other girl, who shuffled back slightly, her hips resting on the ladder. Pansy had to admit, the sight of Hermione Granger looking up into her eyes with trepidation and perhaps some nervous excitement was turning her on immensely.

“Wha- we should finish the challenge,” Granger stammered, almost whispering.

Pansy was so close that she felt her breath.

“I think we’ve already won,” Pansy said, trying her best to sound in charge, “I’ll be surprised if they’ve got more than one.”

Granger couldn’t stop the little smirk from forming. She was so cute. Pansy began to lean in, bringing an arm up and leaning on the ladder. She could hear the girl’s breathing quicken. Slowly, painfully, their lips met, first brushing lightly together, then locking around each other as Granger allowed Pansy to take charge. She felt her hands press against her stomach and she broke the kiss, looking down to see if she was pushing her away. She wasn’t. She was grabbing Pansy’s waist now and she pulled her back into an even more intense kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and, to her great pleasure, Pansy felt Granger’s breasts against her own as their bodies rubbed against one another. She grabbed a handful of the bushy brown hair and used this leverage to deepen the kiss, their tongues meeting and writhing in an intense and passionate dance. Granger pulled away for air, breathing fast and looking up into the face of the dark-haired girl that held her head in place with one hand, the other on her back, their bottom halves still connected, swaying together. Pansy enjoyed that face. Something about the complete control that Granger was seemingly allowing her to have was making the whole experience even more intense.

“How did I never notice?” Pansy said.

Granger smiled again, “I noticed you.”

She dove back into the kiss and Pansy couldn’t help herself now. She could feel herself getting wet and the horniness that had started to burn in her crotch since that first view of Granger’s legs was starting to become unbearable. She brought her left hand from the girls back to the bottom of her skirt, bending slightly at the knee to reach. Forcefully, she yanked up the fabric, taking full on control as her hand cupped Granger’s crotch. She felt a modest pair of knickers, very on brand, and an intense heat that drove her crazy. She started to rub the cotton, feeling the damp folds through the fabric. Granger began to whimper into her mouth, and she broke the kiss so she could look down into her face as she touched her. She was biting her lip, eyes closed, moaning softly. This wouldn’t do.

“Look at me,” she instructed, and Granger’s eyes shot open, locking with hers in an instant, “who knew the great Hermione Granger could be controlled so easily.”

Pansy smirked as Granger nodded, too distracted by pleasure to say anything. She knew how she must come off, but in truth, she had never been this dominating before, and she liked it. She decided to take it a step further, letting go of the mass of hair and bringing her hand to Granger’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly just below her jawline as she continued rubbing at her increasingly wetter mound. The girl’s eyes widened at the new sensation and, when Pansy released her grip, she moaned loudly, sending Pansy into overdrive.

“Take them off,” she demanded, and soon Granger’s knickers were around her ankles, Pansy’s fingers swiping over her glistening clit in a feverish rhythm.

“Oh god,” the girl groaned as she felt her legs tremble.

Pansy kissed her and then squeezed her neck once more, this time for longer, staring deep into her eyes as she did.

“You love this don’t you?” she whispered, “I always knew you’d secretly be a little slut.”

Pansy was just going with the flow at this point, trying to speak in character for the actions she was doing. Granger nodded and the grip on her neck was released. She gasped in breath in between moans, grinding intensely against Pansy’s hand.

“Yes,” she breathed, almost silently, “please.”

The word sent a jolt down into Pansy’s groin.

“Please what?” she asked with a hint of malice in her throat.

“Mmm, please,” Granger moaned, “please.”

“What do you want?”

Pansy slowed the pace of her hand to a painfully slow massage around her clit. Granger frowned, scowling up at her and attempting to rub herself into her hand, which Pansy didn’t allow.

“You have to ask,” she said, looking down into the deep brown eyes that were pleading with her.

“Please,” she bucked against Pansy’s hand, “please make me cum.”

Merlin, that was the most amazing thing Pansy had ever heard. She almost came herself as she obliged Granger’s request, resuming her circling motions on her crotch, speeding up as she felt the girl’s body start to twitch and writhe under her touch.

“Oh god,” she moaned again, “yes… yes.”

Pansy kissed her again, the deepest and most intense one yet and when she broke away, she said:

“Cum for me Granger.”

With that, the twitches became full on spasms and the Gryffindor’s hands clutched wildly at Pansy’s back, squeezing as an intense wave of pleasure hit her, brought on by someone else for the first time. She whimpered as she screwed her eyes shut and buried her head in Pansy’s shoulder, her breath ragged as she bucked one final time against her hand. The taller witch was smiling uncontrollably over Granger’s shoulder.

“That was…” she gasped, not being able to finish her sentence.

“Amazing,” Pansy said, eliciting a nod from the bushy haired girl.

She lifted her head from her shoulder and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss once more, this time a lot more tender. They separated and stared into each other’s eyes for a moment as Granger’s breathing returned to normal at last. Pansy crouched down and pulled up her knickers and covering her up again. She got the scent of Granger’s arousal as she stood and had to resist diving headfirst into her wet crotch like a ravenous animal. She was still so unbelievably horny, but their fifteen minutes must have been close to finishing, and she didn’t fancy old Slughorn coming to find them and walking in on Pansy Parkinson grinding against Hermione Granger’s mouth in a state of ecstasy.

Right on cue, Granger glanced at her watch and seemed to snap back to reality.

“That’s time,” she said, folding up the piece of paper and looking over at the ingredients they had managed to gather, “ooh, dusted dragon egg!”

She quickly ascended the ladder and grabbed one last jar, hopping back down with it and panting, which Pansy couldn’t tell if it was from the climb or the intense orgasm she had just experienced, either way it got her hot around the collar. The two girls gathered their ingredients and left the cupboard, heading for the door out into the corridor.

“I can’t wait for next week,” Pansy smirked as they stepped out of the classroom and she held the door for Granger, “maybe old Sluggy’ll give us an hour.”

She saw the other witch flush red once more and laughed to herself, loving the influence she could have on her.

They won the challenge of course, and Slughorn was full of praise, something which Pansy enjoyed for the first time in her life. After the class there was nothing but a slightly knowing look exchanged between the two girls as they left the class, and Pansy watched her walk down the corridor to meet Weasley and Potter who afforded her a scowl each. If only they knew.

She finally got to relieve the tension between her legs when she was in bed that night, eyes clenched tight and visions of bushy hair, smooth legs and pleading eyes filled her thoughts. As she lay there trying to keep her breath steady as the other girls snored all around her, she promised that next week would be even better.