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Lap Me in Enmity	By : Emeline Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 23662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lavender Brown had been begging for it for weeks. Her hand
tangled in Ron�s hair, the pucker of her lips when she didn�t get her way, the
sly smirks that she sent in Hermione�s direction�she was begging for better
acquaintance with Hermione�s palm, or possibly a faceful of canary beaks.
Either way, Lavender was down on her knees, hands raised in supplication,
pleading, weeping, desperate to have it.

Well, it could never be said that Hermione lacked mercy. She
would grant Lavender her wish�as soon as that bitch had the decency to climb
out of Ron�s lap and disentangle her various limbs from his. Hermione�s wand
hand twitched as she heard Lavender emit a small, satisfied hum, and visions of
vicious canaries flooded her mind. Her lips, which had been pressed together,
presently spread open to display what she was certain was a wolfish grin. In
her mind, Lavender screamed and tried to shield her face from diving birds
while Hermione looked on and cackled�yes, cackled�in wicked glee.

In real life, Lavender giggled and drew her mouth away from
Ron�s. Her eyes were half-shut in listless pleasure, her entire body the
definition of languor. With a sigh, she slid off Ron�s lap. �Night, Won-Won,�
she purred. She cast a lingering look at him, and then, her eyes flicked up to
briefly fix themselves on Hermione.

Anger exploded within her, and shedding all logic, Hermione
jumped to her feet and grabbed for her wand. Lavender shook her head; then,
hips swaying, she was out of the room and headed up to their dormitory, leaving
Hermione furious and utterly flummoxed. The fury, however, proved itself
mightier than the confusion, and she dashed up to the dormitory.

She would have burst into the room, but Lavender had left
the door open. �Who the hell do you think you are?� she spat, her wand out and
ready for action.

Lavender shut the door, looking nearly as calm as she had
down in the common room. Nearly, but there was something tainting her features,
something like�no, that couldn�t be. The confusion in Hermione made a resurgence,
and a small jolt went through her when the tip of Lavender�s tongue appeared
and moved over her bottom lip. �You going to hex me?� she asked and moved
forward, her arms limp.

Hermione took an involuntary step back. �I have every right
to,� she replied. It was a struggle, suddenly, to hold her wand steady; she
didn�t understand why.

�Fair enough.� Lavender gazed at the floor, apparently lost
in contemplation. Hermione easily could have hexed her, but in her fascination,
she did not think to do so. �But��she raised her clear, guileless eyes��not
with a wand.� Lavender was having trouble breathing; her chest was heaving, and
her mouth was open.

�W-what?� stuttered Hermione. �You�no wand?� She looked
swiftly about the room, as if some guidance were written on the walls.
Swallowing hard, Hermione composed a more coherent statement. �What�s wrong
with you?�

Lavender didn�t hear her. �No wand,� she insisted, moving
closer still.

Hermione�s hand dropped, and her wand fell to the ground. It
didn�t matter; her brain was so addled that she was having trouble recalling
what a wand was for. �What would you have me do?� she asked.

A smirk appeared on Lavender�s face. �Haven�t you ever seen
a girl fight?�

She had, of course; she had even had the misfortune of participating
in one with Millicent Bulstrode, though that had been a rather one-sided
affair. Lavender wanted that?

�Come on,� she pressed. �I was just downstairs, snogging
your boyfriend�s brains out. My tongue, his mouth.� As if in demonstration,
Lavender made the tip of her tongue appear again. �I was practically riding
him, for��

Hermione�s hand had made contact with Lavender�s cheek
before she could even think of slapping her. �You slut,� she growled.

Lavender clutched her cheek. There was no pain evident in
her expression, just that something that couldn�t possibly be what Hermione
thought it was. �Yes, yes,� she said, breathless. �I�m a slut, you know I am.�

Hermione experienced yet another wave of confusion. She
grappled with the obvious conclusion for a few moments before it bested her.
�You�re enjoying this!�

�Pressed against his cock�fuck, I could have had him right
there, could have sucked him off in the middle of that room, the whole house
watching,� raved Lavender. A flush was set in her cheeks, and there was a layer
of sweat developing on her skin.

Hermione understood that Lavender was only trying to goad
her into action, but this was a provocation she couldn�t resist. As her fist
closed on golden hair, Hermione felt years of frustration break within her. And
then she was on top of Lavender, watching her own fingers gliding over her
neck, nails just threatening to break the skin. Lavender writhed beneath her,
not exactly in pain or fear. �You fucking whore.� Hermione had never spoken those
words before, and she felt rather giddy as her nails sank into the flesh they
had been teasing.

Lavender groaned and her body arched. �I am!� she gasped.
�Oh, fuck, Hermione��

Hermione drew her nails down Lavender�s arms, and her victim
almost screamed. �Shut up,� Hermione said, calmly. But Lavender couldn�t seem
to control her sounds, so Hermione yanked off her school tie and tied it around
Lavender�s head. �Ron is mine and mine alone.� To accent this point, Hermione
leaned in and bit her hard on the ear. Lavender moaned through her gag. �Do you
understand?�

A vague sound issued from Lavender�s throat. Hermione
grasped her, looking into her eyes. �Do you understand?�

Lavender nodded, and her hips rocked upward, sending a shock
of pleasure through Hermione. Hermione tried to stand up, but Lavender held her
in place, hips still moving. There was a moment, brief though it was, during
which Hermione stared at Lavender wantonly squirming beneath her and enjoyed
the sight. Then sanity returned to her and she freed herself from Lavender�s
grip.

Incapable of speech, feeling an uncomfortable burning in
unexplored territories, Hermione stood over Lavender and gaped. Lavender looked
steadily back at her, and her hand came up to pull the gold and red tie from her
mouth. She didn�t speak; she only rolled over onto her knees.

�What was�agh!� Lavender was yanking down Hermione�s skirt.
The button flew off�she heard its muted ping as it hit the wall, and
then she heard the resistant fabric give way. Hermione�s practical cotton
knickers were exposed to the world, only to join what was left of her skirt
around her ankles. As through someone else�s eyes, Hermione watched Lavender
lean in and inhale deeply.

Lavender�s eyelids flickered, and she moaned, �You smell so
good.� Pressing her cheek to Hermione�s thigh, Lavender began to mumble words
Hermione was unfamiliar with for a place she didn�t know. She tried to think,
but Lavender had turned her head to kiss her thigh, and now her mouth was
working up toward the place she had been naming. Hermione uttered a word of
protest that was more like a sigh. She couldn�t think, she couldn�t speak,
because there was Lavender�s tongue on her skin and now on her�

Air slammed violently into Hermione�s lungs. It was there,
Lavender�s tongue was there, sliding into the throbbing, wet heat between
Hermione�s legs. Unintelligible cries poured from her mouth, relieving the
pressure in her overfull lungs. �Lav�Mer�oh�wha�� She was panting and
trembling; her hands were on Lavender�s shoulders and she couldn�t remember
putting them there. But it didn�t matter, nothing mattered but the skilled
gyrations of that tongue.

A new sensation was rising within her, building and building
until she thought she was going to burst. And something did burst within her as
the sensation crested�pleasure, a deluge of pleasure so pure she almost wept.
Her eyes shut; she whimpered uncontrollably; and then, it was over.

It took several moments for her heart to slow and her
breathing to even, and several more for her to realize that Lavender had her
hand under her own skirt now. Half-naked, Hermione witnessed as Lavender
stroked herself to the same crest of pleasure she had just experienced. Daring
seized her, and Hermione bent down and pressed her lips to Lavender�s in an
awkward kiss. She wondered, when Lavender�s mouth opened, if that sweet flavor
was from her, or if it was simply Lavender.

They parted. There was silence for some time. Hermione was
feeling sticky, tired, and muddled; she found it entirely unhelpful that
Lavender was still kneeling and gazing at her with bliss etched in her
features. Why wasn�t she explaining? Why wasn�t she saying anything at all?
�Well?� Hermione huffed.

Lavender smiled slowly. Without a word, she nodded at
Hermione�s lower half.

Hermione looked down and discovered that she was still
exposed. Blushing, she pulled up her panties and skirt, holding the latter
together as best she could. She waited for Lavender to say something or at
least get up, but she did nothing. Impatience overtook her. �Lavender��she
swallowed with some difficulty��what�s happened between us?�

�What I�ve been dreaming of,� said Lavender. �Ever since you
set those birds on Ron, I�ve been trying to provoke you to do the same to me.�
She looked down at her arms, which now bore long red lines. �Though I really
didn�t want it to be canaries. I wanted it to be you. Hermione,� she breathed,
�you want ownership, not just love.� Her hands tightened, and Hermione
almost thought that she was going to play with herself again. The thought
was�well, it was arousing. �Would you own me, Hermione?�

The plaintive tone of Lavender�s voice, the lust fluttering
in Hermione: one of them did her in, but Hermione couldn�t name which one it
was. She let go of her skirt, stepping out of it in order to get to Lavender.
Some small part of her was thinking of Ron, of logic, of all the things she
didn�t want to think of; it was that part that caused her to hesitate ever so
slightly before she pulled Lavender up by her chin. That part met its demise
when Hermione crushed Lavender�s mouth under hers.

�Mine,� she purred.
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