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The Smartest Witch of Her Generation	By : MTL Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Pansy Views: 6322 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-The Smartest Witch of Her Generation
- 1
"You're doing it wrong." Pansy quipped, as she sat down next to the annoying know it all.
"I haven't even started yet." Hermione grumbled, glaring at her long-time bully.
"I just assumed." Pansy smirked condescendingly, not even bothering to look at the other girl.
"Please..." Hermione scoffed, "I'm The Smartest Witch of My Generation. So if anyone's getting it wrong, it's you. In fact, I bet the teacher just put us together because he wanted to give you an easy win."
"Believe what you want, Granger." Pansy growled, "Now shut up and hand me the eye of newt."
Hermione Granger seriously considered refusing, but that would've been petty, and she didn't need to stoop to that level. Last year, she had been on the right side of The Battle of Hogwarts, and played a key role in the defeat of The Dark Lord, Voldemort. Hell, she didn't even need to be here. Many in her class had been allowed to graduate based on the fact that they had survived that fight. But not Hermione Granger. No, she would not be satisfied with the passing grade, or miss a precious year of schooling because of some madman. So she had returned to Hogwarts to retake her final year, unfortunately along with all of the Slytherins, who weren't given the choice. Pansy Parkinson included.
Compared to what she had face last year, this was simply an inconvenience, and one which was mostly tolerable. However, in an attempt to mend fences, the new headmaster of Hogwarts was forcing the Slytherins to be paired up with the other houses for school work, so they would socialize more with the rest of the school. And of course, Hermione just had to end up with Pansy Parkinson as her potions partner. Which led to the awkward exchange they'd just had. Although, while she didn't want to admit it out loud, it could be worse. At least Pansy was competent, meaning that the potion was finished in time. And it worked. In fact, it worked just a bit too well.
"Done!" Pansy announced proudly, then grinned wickedly at the Gryffindor, "Now, who should we tested on?"
Immediately getting where this was going, Hermione's eyes went wide, and she angrily warned, "Don't you dare!"
But it was already too late, Pansy picking the perfect moment to throw the potion directly at Hermione's open mouth, before having the audacity to pretend it was an accident, "Oops!"
"You did that on purpose, you bitch!" Hermione snapped angrily, as she tried her best to spit out the potion.
"I'll never tell. But you will..." Pansy grinned, feeling very proud of herself, "Now, what to ask first? Let's see, let's see. Oh, I know! How many times have you kissed Harry Potter?"
"Zero times." Hermione said automatically, then almost feeling smug about it, as she was spoiling Pansy's plan to use the Veritaserum potion against her. At least for now.
"Really? I have to say, I'm surprised." Pansy frowned in disbelief, before questioning, "So, you really are with Ron Weasley?"
"Yes." Hermione replied.
"And you, kiss him?" Pansy questioned in disgust.
"Yes." Hermione glared, before starting to collect her things, "Look, this has been fun, but the assignments done, so..."
"Do you like kissing him?" Pansy asked.
"No." Hermione said nonchalantly, her eyes going wide as she realized what she said.
"Ooooooooooh, now we're getting somewhere." Pansy grinned wickedly, "Tell me Granger, is he as lousy a lay as he looks?"
"I wouldn't know." Hermione admitted, desperately trying to keep the second part in, but ultimately failing, "We haven't had sex."
"Wow..." Pansy murmured, before pushing, "And I bet you're just dreading it, aren't you?"
"Yes." Hermione was forced to admit.
There was then deafening silence in the classroom, as all eyes turned to her, including poor Ron's. Plenty of students had drunken the truth potion willingly, just to show that it had worked, and the results were mostly light-hearted. But unfortunately, when Hermione had yelled at Pansy, it had gotten everyone's attention, which had only grown as the bitch had started asking questions. Questions which soon had Hermione blushing furiously, and trying to look apologetically at her boyfriend, before she became overwhelmed by the rest of the class staring at her. She'd faced unspeakable horrors, but she wasn't above running away, if it seemed like the best course of action. And in that moment, she honestly didn't feel like she had a choice.
She would apologize to the teacher later, who thankfully didn't stop her, instead choosing to scold Parkinson and remove points from Slytherin, although that felt like little comfort in the moment. What was more comforting, was that it was the last lesson of the day, meaning that Hermione could head straight for the dorm rooms, curl up in bed, and cry. Something which made her feel incredibly stupid, given what she'd survived, but really, who wouldn't be devastated from experiencing something so humiliating? Hermione then lay there for a few hours, skipping dinner while thinking about what she should do. Unsurprisingly, this led to someone checking on her, although it wasn't who she was expecting, in more ways than one.
"Hermione? Can I come in?" Ginny called through the door, right after knocking on it.
"Not now, Ginny." Hermione groaned.
There was a brief pause, then the door opened to reveal Ginny Weasley, who surprised Hermione by simply looking at her questioningly, when Hermione sat up and glared at her, "What? It's my room too, right?"
"Yes, of course, but I want to be alone now." Hermione huffed, the truth potion still very much in effect. However, she didn't like how she sounded, so Hermione then added with a sigh, "But, I appreciate you came to check on me. And you can of course come in. It's just... can we not talk about it? Please? I just, need some time. You know?"
"Okay." Ginny said dismissively, closing the door behind her, and walking further into the room.
That was as far as she got, before Hermione softly questioned, "You heard, I take it?"
"The whole school has heard." Ginny quipped, hiding a smile, "Probably the whole Wizarding World, at this point."
"God, Pansy Parkinson is such a bitch." Hermione groaned, collapsing back down onto her bed.
"Yes, she is." Ginny said, almost cheerfully, as she sat down on her bed, opposite to where Hermione was laying, "But, maybe she was trying to do you a favour?"
"By humiliating me?" Hermione frowned, shocked that sweet Ginny would ever say such a thing.
There was a brief pause, then Ginny questioned softly, "Are you in love with Ron?"
"No." Hermione said quickly, thanks to the truth potion. She then tried to soften the blow, by adding, "Ginny, I..."
"Does he make you happy?" Ginny quickly pushed.
"No." Hermione replied just as quickly.
"Have you ever been happy with him?" Ginny quickly pushed.
"No." Hermione replied just as quickly.
"Did you ever even want to be with him?" Ginny quickly pushed.
"No." Hermione replied just as quickly.
"Do you even like men?" Ginny quickly pushed.
"I... I don't know..." Hermione admitted, blushing furiously.
There was a brief pause, then Ginny softly asked, "Have you ever thought about breaking up with Ron?"
"Every day." Hermione whimpered softly.
"So do it." Ginny pushed, then when the other girl gave her a look, she argued, "It's obvious to anyone with eyes that you're wrong for each other. Why should you both be miserable? It's obvious that Ron is just waiting for you to break up with him. He always has. So just put him out of his misery, and let him move onto someone who might actually like him back. Doesn't he deserve that? Don't you?"
There was a brief staring match, and then Hermione whimpered softly, "You're right..."
"But you just can't face him right now?" Ginny guessed, and then when there was no response, she suggested, "So, send him a letter."
Hermione frowned, sat up and questioned, "Really?"
"What?" Ginny protested, "It's no worse than hearing his girlfriend doesn't like kissing him, and she dreads the thought of shagging him."
Another brief pause, then Hermione whimpered, "He'll hate me."
"So? Let him hate you." Ginny argued, and then when she received another look, she protested, "What? After today he'll hate you for a while, no matter what. But we both know he loves you, that he'll always love you, and won't stay mad forever. At least this way, you can work on rebuilding your friendship, instead of trying to repair something you both know doesn't work. Or you can ignore it, spend a few years together out of obligation, squeeze out a couple of brats, and then go through a messy divorce when one of you inevitably cheats on the other, truly destroying any relationship between you whatsoever. Is that what you really want?"
"No." Hermione said automatically, before finally getting up and walking over to her dresser.
Ginny then watched Hermione retrieving something from that drawer, briefly hesitated, then finally posting it, making the redhead question while sounding weirdly delighted, "Wait, you had a break up letter for him, ready and just waiting to go? Merlin's Beard, Granger, now that's cold. Ha, and to think, you call me a bitch."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione frowned in confusion.
Instead of replying, Ginny pulled two potions out of her robe, making a toasting salute, before downing it in one long gulp. Then, to Hermione's horror, Ginny's appearance transformed into that of Pansy Parkinson. Which had the smartest Witch of her generation feeling very foolish. To be fair, she was greatly distracted by the devastation which had happened earlier. But in that moment, it felt like no excuse. Because Ginny wouldn't suddenly took a potion to turn her into Pansy Parkinson. Well, maybe if she had too, but given that her best female friend and roommate had been acting so out of character, it was now very obvious what had just happened here. Something which had poor Hermione staring with disbelief for a few long seconds, before she was overcome with rage.
"You..." Hermione whimpered with disbelief, "Bitch!"
"Yes, but also, and I know this sounds like a bull-shit villain line, but I really did just do you a favour." Pansy argued, quickly adding, "You're under the effects of a truth spell, so there's no arguing that you don't want to be with Weasley. And as you, or your so-called friends, weren't doing anything about it. It might as well be me. And unlike you, I don't mind playing the bad guy. And I know, I know, I'm an expert, but..."
"Bitch!" Hermione yelled, as disbelief turned to pure rage.
"But, I'm not done." Pansy quickly said, downing the other potion, and revealing, "There, now we're both under the effects of the truth spell. And if you really so smart, it shouldn't be hard to work out the right questions to ask me to get your revenge. And yes, it's not in front of everyone, but you can bring one of your little friends in here, if you need a witness."
There was another pause, as Hermione considered this offer. She dearly just wanted to yell at Pansy to leave her alone. Or better yet, just punch the bitch in her stupid, smug face. In fact, after everything she had just been through, Hermione promised herself that was exactly what she would do. Or better yet, she could do all three. Find out Pansy's greatest secrets, so she could save them for later, and then, just when the bitch thought she was safe, Hermione would punch that stupid, smug face of hers, and turn her into a toad. Yes, Hermione liked that idea. She liked it a lot. Although that begged the question, what exactly should she ask? What exactly would a Slytherin be ashamed of?
"I like you." Pansy said, giving Hermione her answer.
"What?" Hermione frowned in confusion.
"You heard." Pansy grumbled, before sighing deeply, forcing herself to relax and confess, "I like you, Granger. Merlin help me, you're an annoying know it all, who literally calls herself 'The Smartest Witch of Her Generation'. And the worst thing is, you're right. Everyone's right to be so obsessed with you. Dark Lord knows I tried hating you, but I just can't. I'm just as hopelessly into you as Weasley... as Ron is. And, and it's not even because you got ridiculously hot. Although honestly, that does help. But there is just something about you that drives me, and others, to you. And honestly, I love verbally jousting with you. It's the highlight of my day. And it's our last year, so I just... I just had to tell you how I felt."
There was deafening silence for a few long seconds, maybe even a full minute, and then Hermione questioned with disbelief, which gradually turned to anger, "So, this is what? You're attempt to seduce me? By humiliating me in front of everyone, and then manipulating me into hurting Ron even more? Really? Merlin, Parkinson, you really are a bitch."
"No..." Pansy chuckled, before explaining, "Like I said, that was me doing you a favour. And we both know you're smart enough to know that's exactly what I did, and that's why you're mad right now, isn't it?"
"Oh come off it." Hermione snorted, before pointing out, "If you wanted to do me a favour, you wouldn't have done that in public."
"If I hadn't, you would've totally chickened out the next time you saw Ron." Pansy argued, quickly adding, "Don't give me that look. You know it's true. You're so afraid of hurting him, you can't see you're making him miserable. And he wouldn't admit it. But now neither one of you can deny it, so you both can finally move on, and be happy."
"That's not true." Hermione argued weakly, although this point, even she didn't believe that.
"Yes, it is." Pansy said softly, before smiling weakly, "And for the record? That wasn't me trying to seduce you. This is..."
With that, Pansy Parkinson stood up, took a few paces forwards, and then allowed her robe to fall away, revealing her school uniform. She then very slowly started to remove it, which left poor Hermione actually speechless, for once. She tried to convince herself this was just so Parkinson could embarrass herself, but she certainly didn't look embarrassed. No, she looked like a confident seductress, about to get everything that she wanted. Merlin, Hermione could never imagine being so bold. And it was something she couldn't take her eyes off of. Because really, the other girl was just ridiculously hot. And, there might be another reason, but she didn't want to think about that.
Once Pansy was completely naked there was a brief pause, and then she asked softly, and to her annoyance nervously, "Do you like what you see?"
"Yes." Hermione said without hesitation, which would've probably been the case even without the truth spell.
Feeling emboldened once again Pansy took a step forward and grinned, "Do you wanna shag me?"
"Yes." Hermione again answered without hesitation.
Another step forward, meaning that she was now standing directly over her pray, and then Pansy softly asked while gently cupping the other girl's cheeks, "Can I kiss you?"
As this wasn't technically asking something, it must've been a loophole in the spell, as Hermione was able to resist replying for a few long seconds, before softly mumbling, "Yes?"
Poor Hermione opened her mouth again to tell Parkinson to wait. That she needed to think about this. In fact, there was nothing to think about. This was Pansy Parkinson, so of course, she shouldn't allow the bitch to kiss her. She shouldn't even be considering it. No, she should be doing what she should've done in the first place, kick her out, and never speak to her again. Or something, anything that wasn't just sitting there like an idiot, while the other girl slowly leaned down, giving Hermione plenty of time to resist. But she didn't. No, the Gryffindor simply allowed the Slytherin to kiss her, The Smartest Witch of Her Generation losing the ability to think coherently in the process.
Pansy was almost disappointed. She thought for sure she'd have to work a lot harder than this to get what she wanted. Hell, she was expecting to get yelled at, and kicked out, forcing her to come by later, when Granger had calmed down. Even then, there was no guarantee that the stubborn know it all would listen to reason. Or, to be fair, give her former bully the time of day. And there was still time for that. In fact, it could happen at any moment, so it was hard to be too upset about this going so well. And indeed, just in case this was as far as she got, Pansy was determined to make most of this. To live in the moment, and savour every precious second of it. Because Merlin, this was thrilling.
Unsurprisingly, Granger wasn't exactly in a hurry to kiss back, but that was okay, because that's exactly what Pansy had been anticipating. And there was definitely something to be said for just kissing another girl, and cupping her soft cheek. Especially as that other girl didn't push her away. No, she just stayed perfectly still for a few long seconds, maybe even a few minutes, before finally doing something about it. And to Pansy's delight, Hermione Granger actually started kissing her back. Yes, it was extremely questionable whether this was a conscious decision at this point, but honestly, the Slytherin didn't care, as it meant she got to kiss the beautiful Gryffindor girl. Especially as it might lead to more.
Admittedly, it wasn't much more than Granger moving her lips against hers, but it was definitely a positive sign. One which Pansy used to her advantage, as an excuse to intensify the kiss by pressing her lips more firmly against Hermione's, and even settling herself into the other girl's lap. Which understandably caused her rival to tense up momentarily, but it wasn't long before she relaxed, and went right back to the kissing. Which in turn, had Pansy grinning with triumph, and beginning to allow her hands to wander. Sadly, not to where she really wanted them to go, but PG places like Granger's back, arms and sides would do for now. Besides, there was definitely something to be said for this slow, gentle build-up.
Honestly, Pansy got pretty lost in this herself for the next few minutes. So much so, that she was unaware of herself pushing Granger downwards onto her back, until after she had done it. Hell, she could be wrong, but she got the feeling that even Hermione was initially unaware of it. But then their bodies were pressed against each other, this time with the benefit of gravity. Yes, it was through Granger's school uniform, but at least she wasn't wearing her robes. And to be fair, she looked beautiful in that outfit. Something that Pansy appreciated when she finally broke the kiss, and took a good look at her prize. Something she really enjoyed, especially given the dazed look on the face of the alleged Smartest Witch of Her Generation. Fuck, it was just so cute.
Once again taking advantage of the truth potion, Pansy asked as she started to lean down, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." Hermione answered breathlessly, seemingly surprised of her own response.
"Do you want more?" Pansy then questioned with another wicked smile.
For about a second, Hermione bit her lip to try and stop herself from answering, but ultimately she whimpered, "Yes."
Hermione was furious with herself for being out maneuvered by the sneaky snake. Merlin, was Parkinson ever proving worthy of her house, and it's sigil. Poor Hermione tried, but she just couldn't stay silent. Just couldn't prevent herself from revealing something that she really didn't want to face. One she hadn't even really been aware of, until this bitch had use magic to force it out of her. Did she think women were, on the whole, attractive? Yes. Was Pansy Parkinson objectively pretty? Sure. But Hermione wasn't gay, or anything. She didn't actually want this, and she certainly didn't want more. And yet, that was what she said, wasn't it? So, did the spell not work? Had they somehow made something else? No! No, Hermione had mixed that potion of herself, and the idea of getting it wrong was even worse.
Over and over again, The Smartest Witch of Her Generation where the equation her head, and over and over again, she reached the same conclusion, but she just couldn't accept it. Luckily, Parkinson was corrupting the data, by continuing to do things to her which made Hermione's mind go all fuzzy. Which normally would've been a tragedy, but in this particular moment, it was a welcome relief. In fact, Hermione wanted a lot more fuzziness, like when the bitch was kissing her. Right now, Pansy was kissing her neck, while sliding her hands all over her body. Which was nice and all, but it wasn't enough to quiet Hermione's noisy mind. And yet, at the same time, she just couldn't face actually asking for more.
Thankfully, Parkinson eventually moved to her lips, giving her the distraction she craved. Along with it, the bitch reached up and cupped one of Hermione's boobs through her school shirt and jumper, and thus providing even more distraction. Unfortunately, it also made her want that fabric out of the way, especially when Pansy was somehow able to balance herself perfectly, she was able to use both hands to caress Hermione's tits. Oh Merlin, those hands then went south, or more accurately, down and around, to grab Hermione's arse. Something that Hermione would have never tolerated from Ron, or any other boy, even during a kissing session. And yet, with Parkinson, it felt so right.
Unlike those hands trying to pull up her jumper, Hermione seemingly coming to her senses as she broke the kiss and squeaked, "No."
There was a brief pause, and then Pansy was again asked, "Do you wanna stop?"
"No... I, I mean." Hermione stammered, unsure what to say. Well, she knew what she should say, and she tried, but the truth spell just wouldn't let her, "Ye, no. I... I don't... I don't... I..."
"Shhhhhh, it's okay..." Pansy reassured, briefly kissing Hermione again, before smirking, "I can work with this..."
Before poor Hermione could ask what she meant, she was once again kissed right on the lips, almost to the point where she forgot what she was going to say, again. Mostly, because for the next few minutes, there wasn't much of a change. Instead, Parkinson seemed perfectly content with just sliding her knowing hands all over her, albeit spenting a lot more attention to her boobs, bum and eventually thighs. Then, all of a sudden, one of those hands slipped underneath the sensible trousers that Hermione always wore during the winter. Thankfully, those fingertips slid over her panties, instead of underneath them, but that was a very small mercy. Arguably, it didn't even qualify, given they didn't exactly hide her shame. Something that Parkinson was of course, only too happy to point out.
"Merlin's Beard, Granger!" Pansy swore with delight, "You're soooooooooo wet! Mmmmmmmmm fuck, love that. Oh yes, Hermione Granger is so fucking wet for me, she's ruining her little panties. Ha ha ha ha!"
"P, P... Pansy!" Hermione stammered weakly.
"Shhhhhh, it's okay. I got you." Pansy reassured, before beginning to move her fingertips up and down.
Pansy loved the fact that this was all it took to render the high and mighty Hermione Granger completely incoherent. Oh yes, all she had to do, was slide her fingertips over those thoroughly ruined panties, to turn the high and mighty know it all into a moaning and writhing mess. One which Pansy should probably silence just to be extra careful they weren't discovered. After all, she had enchanted the room beforehand, but it wasn't impossible something had gone wrong. However, part of her kind of wanted everyone to hear this. To know that she could make Hermione Granger feel this way. Although admittedly, not nearly as much as she wanted to fuck the little brat.
So ultimately, she did go back to kissing her. Even if she spent a few long minutes just listening to the wonderful sounds which escaped the other girl's mouth, and all the wonderful expressions on her face. It was possible that Granger was still trying to convince herself, and more importantly Pansy, that she didn't want this. But the potion wouldn't allow her to lie, and neither would her pussy. Oh yes, Hermione Granger's pretty little pussy was only too happy to let Pansy know how much it appreciated her, and how much it wanted more of the treatment it was getting. Something she was only too happy to give it, by eventually pushing those panties out of the way, so they could both enjoy some skin on skin contact.
Obviously, only one of them actually cried out in pleasure because of this, but it was impossible for Pansy to imagine that anyone could be enjoying this as much as she was in that moment. After all, she was rubbing Hermione Granger's cunt, which was just so wonderfully wet and welcoming. In fact, it was so wet and welcoming, that there was only so long that she could resist moving onto the next stage. Because sure, sliding her fingertips up and down that hot little hole was wonderful, but ultimately, it felt like exactly what she had been doing before, only slightly better. What she wanted was a lot better, and she knew she could get it, just by switching from sliding her fingertips over that entrance, to actually into it.
Which of course, was exactly what she did. Oh yes, Pansy Parkinson slid a finger into Hermione Granger's hot little fuck hole. And then when it was buried up to the knuckle, she fucked her. Oh fuck, Pansy Parkinson was officially fucking Hermione Granger. They had technically been doing that for a while, but this was so much more intense. Fuck, she couldn't believe she was feeling another girl wrapped around her finger. Especially this girl. The incredibly annoying, and yet intoxicating Hermione Granger was whimpering, moaning and crying out as she was fingered by Pansy Parkinson. And it was only going to get better, when Pansy Parkinson fucked Hermione Granger hard, and made her cum. Something she would've done already, if she hadn't so desperately wanted to savour every second of this.
Hermione had hoped she was done being tortured by Pansy Parkinson. But here she was, again suffering under this cruel bitch's thumb. Only this time, it was literally. And it was the kind of suffering where she really, really wanted to cum, but this bitch was just such a fucking tease. Especially on the rare occasion that her thumb would brush over Hermione's clit, promising more to come, but seemingly never delivering it, to the point where she questioned whether this was just a new and twisted kind of torture, and Parkinson intended to do this until she was a complete mess, only to then leave her high and dry. Or even worse, make her beg for it. Merlin, that would be horrendously humiliating. And yet frustratingly, a real possibility. Which to her shame, might actually be a good thing.
Just the thought of doing something like that was almost enough to make Hermione cum. Which in turn, was almost enough to make her do it. Oh fuck, she actually wanted to do it. She wanted to beg Pansy Parkinson of all people to make her cum. Something that she would probably never live down. Something she could never do. She couldn't. She wouldn't. And yet, to her shame, she just really wanted too. Although ironically, not quite as much as she wanted to be finger fucked by another girl forever. Which of course, she would desperately try to deny later, but for now, Hermione Granger was lost in the heaven that was being fingered by Pansy Parkinson.
Maybe if it had just been the fingering, Hermione could have found some way to survive it. Well, probably not, but she was looking for any saving grace in that moment. Just as she looked for it later. Because at that moment, she was helpless under the power of Pansy Parkinson. Who, rather than be content with a simple fingering, was sliding her lips all over Hermione's face, shoulders and neck. At least, whenever she wasn't kissing her on the mouth. Hell, just the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other was more than enough in that moment. And of course, Parkinson just had to start talking again. Words she knew were true, thanks to the truth potion. At least from the perspective of this bitch.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's it, moan for me, you little whore." Pansy chuckled wickedly, directly into Hermione's ear, "Moan while I finger your hot little cunt! Oooooooooooh yesssssssssssss, so hot and wet for me. Oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss, you love it, don't you, Granger? Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, Hermione Granger loves being fucked in her hot little gay cunt! Yeahhhhhhhhhh, she doesn't want Weasley, or Potter to fuck her. No, mmmmmmmmmm, she wants a girl. Hermione Granger is a great big lesbo! Who loves being fucked by that bitch, Pansy Parkinson! Yes, she does, oh fuck, and now? She's gonna cum for me. Cum for a girl! Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss, that's it! Cum for me Granger, cum for me! Oh Hermione, ah fuck!"
Poor Hermione wanted to insist those words weren't true, and later she would, but in that moment, all she could really do was bury her face as deep into her pillow as she could, trying to muffle her moans, whimpers and cries of ecstasy. Mostly because she didn't want to give Pansy Parkinson that extra bit of satisfaction. Not that it really mattered. No, she was giving the bitch plenty of satisfaction, by clamping down on her fingers, and covering them with her cum. And just when she thought the nightmare was finally over, it just kept going. Hell, if anything, it only got worse. And again, poor Hermione did nothing to stop it. Nothing, except cum hard, and give Parkinson everything that she wanted.
Pansy was fairly confident that she could have made Hermione cum just with her words, but she wasn't about to leave it up to chance, now was she? No, she upped her chances by increasing the force of the clit rubbing with her thumb, and even added another finger into that welcoming hole, and hammering it as hard as she could. Well, during that penetration it was welcoming, but shortly afterwards, that tight little hole clamped down on her so hard, she thought it would break her fingers. Of course, being a student at Hogwarts, Pansy had suffered through a lot worse, and indeed, was thankful for the revelation that she had done it. That she had actually made the famous Hermione Granger cum for her.
Which was also obvious, given how much extra liquid there was down there, how much the other girl was shaking, and the pretty sounds which were barely being muffled by that pillow. Merlin, Pansy would be surprised if anything could muffled those sounds. And in a way, she wished she hadn't casted that soundpoofing spell, because she dearly wished the real Ginny or any other Gryffindor would rush in here to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe even Ron or Harry. Only no, not really. That would mean a end to the fun, before Pansy got a chance to get some satisfaction. Although was fun to imagine it, and pushed the Slytherin to make high and mighty Hermione Granger cum for her again.
It was actually pretty easy now she had the other girl all worked up, making her seriously consider keeping going, Like, literally fuck Hermione Granger into unconsciousness. Maybe then walk out of the Gryffindor dorms with a twisted smile on her face, leaving the door open to invite the others in the dorm to get a good look at a well-fucked Hermione Granger. Maybe even do it as Ginny Weasley, with delicious implications. However, as much fun as that thought was, and how much Pansy was enjoying this, ultimately, she was just too selfish for that. Oh yes, her own body was aching for attention, and she was determined to get it. Or at least, to give it a try.
That didn't stop her from squeezing another orgasm or two out of the other girl, however eventually she worked Granger down from her high, and then just as slowly removed her fingers from the now well-fucked pussy. Something which had the uptight Hermione letting out the most adorable whimpers, which in turn made Pansy chuckle. She even opened her mouth to taunt the other girl again, only to get sidetracked looking at those cum covered fingers. Which in turn, had her biting her lip momentarily, and then popping those fingers into her mouth. Honestly, Pansy wasn't even sure why. Just all of a sudden, she had an overwhelming urge. Which was a curiosity that she was glad she sated, given that it caused her to close her eyes, and let out a loud moan of pleasure.
Hermione felt like she could just fall right asleep in that moment, and she would have done, if she could in any way trust a Slytherin. But she of course couldn't, and when she sensed movement out of the corner of her eye, she forced herself to look over at the Slytherin in question, and see what she was up too. She then blushed fiercely, as she got to watch Pansy Parkinson sucking her fingers clean with a loud, shameless moan, as if she was enjoying the best dessert known to man. However, that wasn't an ice cream with a chocolate cookie that she was tasting. No, it was cum and pussy cream. Hermione's cum and pussy cream! Oh God, the very thought of it was incredibly embarrassing, but thinking of it and wanting it was even worse. Or better?
If she was being honest with herself, while Hermione was deeply embarrassed, she couldn't look away, which seem to say something. It definitely said something to Pansy, given the way that she chuckled wickedly when she caught poor Hermione staring at her. What was worse, was poor Hermione remained rooted to the spot, as if she had been petrified. Again. And oh God, she remained as still as a statue, as Pansy Parkinson slowly crawled up and over her body, until she was hovering directly over her. So that the other girl's cunt was directly over poor Hermione's mouth, who could again, do nothing about it. Not even when it was lowered downwards, so was pressed against her lips.
Which gave Hermione her first taste of pussy, something she genuinely was unsure what to make of until Pansy forced it out of her, "Have you thought about eating pussy before, Granger?"
"Yes." Hermione answered without hesitation.
After pausing to let those words hang in the air, Pansy then pushed, "Do you want to eat mine?"
"Yes." Hermione again answered without hesitation, although this time it was in the form of a whimper, as she knew what was coming, and she knew she couldn't stop it.
"Then do it." Pansy growled lustfully, "Fulfil your fantasy, and eat my cunt! Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhh, lick it good. Lick it, just the way you've imagined, and fingered yourself too all those times. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss, everyone thinks you're such a prude, including me, mmmmmmmmm, but now I'm thinking that you're secretly a little slut. Oooooooooooh yesssssssssss, a slut for pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, prove just how much of a pussy slut Hermione Granger is, by munching my fucking muffin! Fucking OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS, JUST LIKE THAT, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! OH HERMIONE!"
Stupid spell, Hermione grumbled in her head over and over again. She had throughout the night, but especially in that moment, when Pansy Parkinson once again forced words out of her which she wondered if they were really true. Because sure, she had the occasional thought about this type of thing, but that was natural for a girl her age. It didn't mean that she was gay or anything. And she certainly didn't want another girl to sit on her face, so that she could eat her pussy. And yet, here she was, experiencing that exact thing. And instead of pushing this bitch off of her, like she should have done a long time ago, she actually did it. Oh God, Hermione Granger actually started to lick Pansy Parkinson's cunt.
Which she only did to shut the bitch up, right? That's what Hermione desperately tried to tell herself, as she stuck out her tongue, and slid it over Pansy Parkinson's pussy. Either that, or she was under another spell. Something like a love spell, or another for petrifying, rendering her unable to resist this. Admittedly this wasn't like any spell she was familiar with, but if anyone had the resources to create one, it was a rich girl like Pansy Parkinson. And the bitch just might be smart enough to pull it off. Something which Hermione should really stay focused on, but for better or for worse, she just became so lost in eating pussy. Especially when she actually made the other girl cum. Which was mostly a good thing, as it meant she didn't have to think about why she was munching that muffin so enthusiastically.
Pansy was equally lost for a few long glorious minutes during the initial cunt lapping. She probably thoroughly embarrassed herself in the process, letting out all sorts of sounds and God knows what else. Luckily for her, Granger was too preoccupied, and in the wrong position, too really notice such things, and no one else was around. Even if again, the idea of someone walking in on them right now was kind of hot. Especially if it was one of Hermione's favourite boys. But the trade-off just wasn't worth it, given that Pansy was now aching for some satisfaction of her own. Because don't get her wrong, this was like the best thing ever. However, it wasn't quite cumming in Hermione Granger's mouth, and all over her face.
That was one of Pansy's favourite fantasies, and one which made her finally moved to make it happen. Hell, thinking about it now, when combined with the heaven that was sitting on Hermione Granger's pretty little face, while the other girl eagerly tongued her twat, was very nearly enough to give her the satisfaction that she was craving. Almost, but not quite. No, for that, she would need more. And while she loathed the thought of begging for more, she was fairly confident that she could just about demand it at this point. Any longer, and she may not be so lucky. On the other hand, did she really want to end this so early? After all, she had wanted this for so long, and now finally, she had it, shouldn't she squeeze every wonderful moment out of it?
Trying to find a middle ground, Pansy started rubbing herself gently against the other girl's face. Which was a wonderful addition to the pleasure, especially as it encouraged the seemingly uptight bitch to more enthusiastically tongue her cunt. However, it wasn't enough. Not to make her cum. Hermione's tongue was just too clumsy for that. It was seemingly well-meaning, and again, extremely enthusiastic, but it hadn't reached it's true potential. Something that Pansy promised she would very much get. Oh yes, she wanted to spend the rest of the school year teaching Hermione Granger how to properly eat pussy. Ideally with this girl spending hours in between her legs. But for now, she would just have to settle with cumming quickly. Oh, what a shame, she thought sarcastically.
"My clit! Oh yes, ooooooooooooh yessssssssssss, lick my clit, you little bitch!" Pansy cried out, desperately trying to concentrate on her words, so she could give the other girl clear instructions, "Take it into your mouth, and suck on it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, suck that clit, like a real lesbian! Mmmmmmmmmm fuck yeah, show me just how much of a little cunt munching whore Hermione Granger really is, ha ha ha ha! Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss, just like that! Just like fucking that! Oh Merlin! Make me cum, you bitch. Ah fuck, make me cum like the little gay bitch you are OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Impressively, the seemingly uptight Hermione Granger latched on to her clit, and sucked it for all she was worth. At least until Pansy prevented her from being able to, by simply fucking her face a little too roughly. Something which probably wasn't a great idea for beginners, especially if someone was hoping for a repeat performance. But of course, in that moment, Pansy was beyond the point that she could help herself. And really, why should she? Granger had just been gifted with multiple orgasms. Why should she settle for anything less? And to be fair, she was doing most of the work. All Hermione had to do was lay there, and take it. Well that, and avoid suffocating. But this girl had been dodging death for years now, so what was one more close encounter?
Hermione should probably be more worried about that possibility, but for whatever reason, she truly believed that she would be okay. And whatever small part of her was concerned about perishing this way, was content to go out like a lesbian slut. Something that she would of course deny later, but for that moment, she was only too happy to embrace the names that Pansy Parkinson gave her towards the beginning of the cunt munching, and right there at the end. Especially if it meant being able to reduce her former bully to a screaming and quivering wreck. And most importantly of all, providing her the tastiest of treats. Something she thought she had been doing before, but somehow, this was even better.
Sadly, as much as she tried, Hermione just couldn't swallow every drop that she was gifted with. Which initially was heart-breaking, until she came to the realization that whatever didn't end up in her belly, ended up covering her face, and marking her as a lesbian slut. As a slut for pussy. And in that moment, a slut for Pansy Parkinson's pussy. Like she was Pansy Parkinson's personal pussy licker. Words which, in that moment, might as well have been enchanted directly onto her face. The very thought of which either made Hermione cum again, or cause powerful aftershocks to echo through her body. Well, at least when combined with the heaven of the other girl literally using her face to get off.
Then all of a sudden, Pansy was rolling off of her, leaving them both whimpering in disappointment that it was over. Poor Hermione even tried to follow the tasty treat, which had just been taken away from her, but for better or for worse, she was too emotionally and physically out of it to do it. Then her mind returned to her, and everything that she had done over the last few minutes hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh God, what had she done? Pansy would never let her live this down. And Ron! Poor Ron. They had only just broken up, and already she was doing unspeakable things, with a fucking Slytherin, no less. And what if he hadn't actually read the letter yet? Wouldn't that mean they were still together, and that she had just cheated on him, on top of the other things she had done to him today?
"So..." Pansy said breathlessly, pulling Hermione out of her thoughts, "I'm guessing this isn't the part were we snuggle, and declare our undying love for each other?"
There was a brief pause, then Hermione whimpered pathetically, only barely forcing out one word, "Bitch..."
"Yeah, I know..." Pansy said softly, rolling off the bed and grabbing her clothes. Something she could put on in seconds, but instead chose to slowly do it, while explaining, "Don't feel to bad about all of this, Granger. We both know you're going to spend way too much time beating yourself up about it. But I meant what I said. I did you a favour today. I showed you who you really are, and what you really want. And you can hate me for it, if you like. And honestly? I probably deserve it. For how I did this, and for everything else I ever did to you. But... for whatever it's worth to you... I am sorry. For all of it. Well, not for today. Not really. Certainly not for the sex, but-"
"Get out!" Hermione snapped, her voice finally coming back, although she did not give Parkinson the satisfaction of looking at her.
Briefly Pansy considered obliging, before cautiously adding, "But... I also meant what I said, about liking you. And... this was kind of the best day of my life. Which believe me, I wouldn't admit, if I wasn't under the truth spell. But... I want you to know, I mean it. That I like you, and I'm sorry, and I really hope this isn't a one time thing, because you and me?"
"Get out!" Hermione snapped again, this time louder.
"You and me..." Pansy continued, "We can do great things together. And maybe you don't want to jump back into anything romantic, and especially not with me. And I understand that... I really do. But if you ever want to do this again, I'd love to give you the chance to get revenge on me. That is, if you're not too much of a bottom to try."
"Get out, get out, GET OUT!" Hermione snapped again. There was a brief staring contest, then a full-dressed Pansy finally obliged, leaving poor Hermione to collapse and whimper, "Bitch."
That word echoed in Hermione's head over and over again, as she lay there for what felt like an eternity, praying that she would wake up any moment from this horrible nightmare. Well, she briefly tried to fix her clothes, and wipe her face, just in case someone did check up on her, after seeing Pansy Parkinson exiting her room. However, apparently Pansy had used another spell to hide her appearance, as there was a severe lack of a fucking Slytherin walking through the domes of Gryffindor. Either that, or there were just stares of disbelief, and everyone was too afraid to disturb Hermione, as she wallowed in whatever misery Parkinson had inflicted upon her. If they only knew the kind of torment The Smartest Witch of Her Generation had gone through today, and how it would only be worse in the days, weeks and months to come.
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