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Hot Bathtub	By : missbja Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Pansy Views: 23746 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Secret
- 2-The Pleasure
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Her mouth opened in shock and the other girl's did, too. Of all people, she was the last one Hermione had expected. Maybe it should have been one on her list since she was a Prefect and had access to this bathroom. Hermione’s mind raced and she saw Parkinson was as frozen as her.
Parkinson gulped. “What are you doing here?”
Hermione didn’t know how to answer that. “I was taking a bath.”
“Your sarcasm is not funny, Granger.”
“This whole situation is horrible.” She looked around with a thin hope to find someone else, other than the raven-haired girl.
“Never knew you had such a perverse mind,” Pansy mocked, smirking.
Hermione was outraged, she had been the one to suggest and... teach her. “Look at yourself in the mirror before pointing fingers.”
“Oh, but I already knew that about me.”
Hermione wondered how she could be so calm about this. They were as much enemies as Harry and Malfoy! Surely she couldn’t be thinking she would just take this as a normal situation. Hermione decided it was time to leave. She got up, naked in front of the other girl.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Pansy frowned.
“Leaving.” She only took one step and was already at the edge of the bathtub. However, Pansy stopped her with a hand.
“No way. If I’m already humiliated I might as well enjoy it while I can,” she said, looking at Hermione’s wet hair, but soon her eyes turned and confronted hers. “Besides, you were the one who asked.” And she crushed her lips on Hermione’s.
She felt Parkinson coming down to the bathtub and grabbing her face to assure Hermione wouldn’t run away. She wouldn’t do that since she couldn’t. She was too petrified to make a move and Parkinson’s lips were still on hers. She felt her teeth biting the brunette’s and that made her close her eyes to see if it was all a dream.
Parkinson’s tongue licked her lower lip slightly and one of her hands went to Hermione’s waist, pulling her closer. Hermione felt her heart skip a beat when the other girl’s breast touched hers. Still Hermione wouldn’t open her lips. Parkinson’s lips were savouring hers gently. She grabbed the girl’s shoulders with the idea of pushing her away, but she misunderstood it.
Immediately, Parkinson’s loose hand grabbed her bottom. Hermione gasped in surprise and she took the opportunity to stick her tongue inside her and explore her mouth. Her sweet muscle was what made Hermione respond to her advances. Her body relaxed and Parkinson noticed, taking the advantage to stop kissing her. Her eyes were almost black and darkened by the immense lust that filled them. Hermione wondered how she had managed to make Parkinson so different from her usual self only by listening to her touch herself.
“This is wrong, Parkinson,” Hermione said, looking her in the eye.
Parkinson, using the left hand that was on her waist, pulled her even closer and rubbed Hermione's left nipple with her right hand. Hermione’s head shot back in pleasure and she released a moan that was stuck inside her. Doing that to herself was wonderful, but when Parkinson did it, it was beyond godly
“Call me Pansy,” she whispered in her ear with that seductive voice she couldn’t get used to. “Stop being so uptight and sit down, because I know you want this. I knew it since the moment you came because I commanded it.”
Hermione had forgotten this side of her, the controlling one. It didn’t please her, but when a girl’s hand was on your nipple there weren’t many arguments you could throw at her.
Hermione kneeled and, momentarily, stayed face to face to Pansy’s cunt. An exhilarating scent came from there, something Hermione had never smelled before.
Sex.
And she loved it.
To the point of having this wild idea of wanting to lick it.
However, there wasn’t enough time to process this new information in her brain, since Pansy had also kneeled before her. The girl’s eyes penetrated hers and Hermione gulped. Immediately, Pansy’s hand returned to her breast, this time groping it all and squeezing it. Hermione could feel her breast becoming pointy and her nipples hardening. A familiar ache between her legs returned and shivers went through her body as Pansy bit the curve of her neck and placed small kisses on the spot she had bitten.
Pansy seemed to know exactly what to do with her tongue and hands. Hermione wanted to return what she was doing, so she touched Pansy’s small waist. Her skin was soft and slippery, which made Hermione’s hand descend to Pansy’s bottom. The other girl groaned next to her ear and Hermione immediately withdrew her gesture.
“Getting dirty, aren’t we?” She kissed Hermione roughly with all her desire.
Hermione whined a little when she felt Pansy removing her hand from her breast to tangle it in her brown hair. She deepened the kiss and her hand ran away, Hermione wondering what had happened and if she was a bad kisser.
Fortunately not, Pansy’s hand was on her thigh, next to her cunt, caressing her wet flesh. Then, without warning, Pansy pressed her thumb against Hermione’s clit and started to rub it gently. Hermione felt jolts of pleasure as Pansy pushed her. Hermione realized that she was being asked, silently, to sit on the edge of the bathtub and so she did. She wondered why Pansy had silently asked her to sit there and if they weren’t more comfortable in the bathtub. But Pansy seemed to have plans of her own and Hermione didn’t protest.
Everything seemed to be spinning out of control when Pansy used both her hands to hold Hermione's legs apart.
“Open yourself more for me, sweetie.” Hermione’s face reddened and her torso went a little backwards, until her arms were steadying her on the cold bathroom’s floor. Pansy’s face went close to her vulva and her mouth bit her inner thigh. Hermione’s mouth opened in a deep gasp and Pansy’s tongue travelled quickly to her labia and stuck inside her.
Feeling the swift muscle working inside her, Hermione panted and pushed her hips to Pansy’s face. The two girls were groaning deeply and Hermione could feel pleasure building up inside her. When Pansy touched, with her tongue, a spot that Hermione loved to touch, she came hard and slow. Her body didn’t feel the coldness of the floor anymore, just the heat spreading through her body.
Her body collapsed, slowly, on the floor. Pansy started to drag her to the bathtub again, pulling her body into an embrace. Only when she regained consciousness did she realize that she was hugging the girl who, in all these years, had wanted to make her life a living hell; but that, now, had just given her the best orgasm ever. She couldn’t believe her first sexual experience, alone and not alone, had been with Pansy.
Gradually, she withdrew from the girl’s grip and blushed tremendously. Only then did she realize how Pansy could humiliate her with this. She didn’t even want to think of the consequences of her acts. Her head fell, in shame, and her arms were crossed over her chest. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible, but the embarrassment was too hard for her.
Pansy started to approach her again. Roughly, she took Hermione’s chin and lifted it up to look into her almost teary eyes. Hermione shook her head in denial; she didn’t want to hear her insults. She just wanted Pansy to go away.
“I hope you’re crying because that was the best orgasm of your life, Hermione. I’m sure you’re not stupid enough to think I’ll go out and tell everyone I licked your pussy. Because that wouldn’t be your disgrace, it would be mine.” Pansy’s lips bruised hers, but she didn’t kiss her. “Don’t be so stupid, we had a good time, especially you. Sex is just sex and it means nothing,” she whispered, next to her lips.
“It means giving my body, my intimacy,” Hermione blurted out.
Pansy got close to her ear. “To me, it means I’m still horny because of our fucking intimacy.”
Hermione then realized Pansy was touching her nipple to pleasure herself. Hermione had been a little selfish, forgetting that Pansy had still not come while they were together. Well, might as well the favour.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Hermione said in a seductive voice.
“Yes, please. Fuck,” Pansy cursed as Hermione’s fingers rubbed her cunt slyly. Hermione could hear Pansy’s cursing next to her ear and, to be honest, it turned her on immeasurably.
She inserted two fingers inside Pansy and saw her shivering. Continuing to stroke her G spot, Hermione almost came herself while watching Pansy’s pleasure. She didn’t know she could give so much bliss to someone. Her raven hair was falling delicately to Hermione’s breast and she could feel it around her nipples. Pansy licked her earlobe and whispered sweet words of nonsense.
“I loved to lick you. You tasted so good. Please go faster.”
It’s was too much for Hermione to handle, it was too much for her not to obey. So she increased her fucking pace and heard the other girl’s moans and groans as an orgasm erupted through her body. Pansy collapsed on top of Hermione’s body, but the brunette didn’t complain.
She embraced Pansy as she had done. With her wet fingers, Pansy’s hair was removed from her face and Hermione kissed her with all her desire. Her skin was beginning to wrinkle, but she didn’t care. Her body was so warm she could stay like this forever. Pansy perked up and looked at her fixedly. Suddenly, an alarming though crossed her mind.
“Sorry if I…”
“You did everything well, don’t worry.” Pansy touched, with one finger, the curve of Hermione’s breast. “I like your breasts, they’re perky.”
She chuckled and swallowed hard. She didn’t know what to do now. What were they supposed to do?
“I see you’re worried.” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “No, I can’t read minds. I just have enough experience with these situations.”
“What am I supposed to do now then?”
“Come here more often.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Hermione smirked.
“Oh, you’ll want it, definitely.” She pinched Hermione’s nipple and threw herself at her mouth.
Hermione agreed as she kissed Pansy. She just had to convince the other girl that, if she wanted her, she would have to be exclusive. Looking deep into Pansy’s lustful eyes, she knew it would be easy.
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