A Different Valentine
Title. A Different Valentine
Author. Zee
Pairings. Hermione/Pansy
Rating. R
Summary. Happy Valentine's Day.
Warnings. Slightly OFC Pansy
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that.
Author Notes. Thanks to lash_larue for the quick beta, all remaining mistakes are mine :)
The little parchment was dropped just beside her plate during breakfast. And if the piece of paper in question didn’t have her initials on it, she would have never thought it was meant for her. The writing wasn’t anybody’s she knew, and when her eyes lit on the single phrase on the paper, her cheeks coloured bright red.
“I wonder if your cum is as muddy as your blood, Granger?”
She folded the paper quickly, hiding it in her pocket. She felt eyes on the back of her head, but when she turned, no one was looking at her. She didn’t know what to think - what to do.
“Oy, you okay, ‘Mione? You look like you lost something.”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, I did!” She said getting up rather fast and almost bumping on someone who was passing behind her, “I forgot my Potions book under my bed! I’ll go get it right away, and meet you at the class.”
Both Harry and Ron kept looking while Hermione almost ran from the Great Hall, both trying to not look perplexed.
“But we don’t even have potions today,” Ron whispered to Harry, who looked back to his friend just as puzzled.
Meanwhile, Hermione entered the corridor. But her passage there was short - too soon a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, one over her mouth, the other blinding her eyes, both of them binding her. She felt her body being dragged and tried to fight it, but to no avail. When the hands released her, now in an empty corner of a corridor, she turned to face her captor, who had a really smug smile on her lips.
“I told you we should not do this during da-”
Her words were cut off by the same pair of hands holding her around her waist and grinding hips against her hips. She whimpered, biting her lower lip and, without thinking, grabbed the other persons’ neck, bringing her closer for a breathtaking kiss. When she felt hands going up from her waist, it was like her brain had come back to life; she separated their bodies, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.
“We can’t. You know we can’t, someone could appear at anytime, and then see us, and then, and then, and then-”
“And then you’d beg me to fuck you,” Pansy whispered, bringing her body back close to Hermione’s and trapping her against the wall. “Don’t think I don’t know you would be humping and moaning under me like a Parisian harlot if someone caught us.”
“That’s a lie! I would never, would never do, do something like that!”
“Oh, you wouldn’t?”
And just like that Pansy’s hands were back on her body, while one knee was pressed between her legs; she smiled smugly when Hermione bit her own lips to prevent the tiny moan that should have escaped her lips. She was very aware of the black almost blue eyes watching her intently, her every move, every breath, every moan. Nothing was forgotten when Pansy was like this, like a predator. And, Merlin, she loved this. (Loved her. But she would never, never say that out loud.) She loved when Pansy shoved her against the wall, biting her neck harshly; opening her blouse without caring about the buttons and kneading her breasts softly, reverently - and that was the only time Pansy actually was soft. Because absolutely nothing about Pansy Parkinson was soft - unless she had Hermione Granger’s bosom in her hands.
And all of it happened so fast that the brunette only realized how wet she was when Pansy shoved two fingers inside her easily; and closed their lips together, swallowing all of her moans while she moved her hand rhythmically inside her. She always moved her body following Pansy’s ministrations; like Hermione was a violin and the raven haired girl a violinist (and Pansy rather liked that). And she played her so well. When Hermione came, she would always kiss Pansy fiercely, biting the girl’s bottom lip; just to soothe it right after.
They would stay like that for a few minutes, Pansy’s fingers still inside Hermione, Hermione kissing Pansy’s face and neck; it felt so much like afterglow. Hermione would murmur soundless words against Pansy’s skin, never knowing if the girl understood her silent love declarations. That was until one of them had to go - both secretly wishing that neither had to - and then Hermione would fix her blouse and Pansy would remove her fingers, smiling softly when Hermione shivered while watching her lick her own fingers clean.
“I’ll see you tonight, then?” Hermione asked softly, her hand playing with one of Pansy’s while they intertwined; the other girl just nodded. Hermione nodded as well, bringing Pansy to herself and holding her chin softly while they kissed - and this was always her reassuring kiss, the one that made her sure that this was right. That this was it.
Hermione would always leave first, Pansy a few minutes later. But this time… Pansy furrowed her brows after seeing Hermione leave - because she didn’t want that. She didn’t want Hermione to leave. She ran after the brunette, holding her arm and making her spin; embracing her softly and pulling her closer, kissing Hermione so lovingly that the girl’s knees even buckled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hermione.” Pansy whispered, her lips so close to Hermione’s ear; she hugged the bushy haired girl tightly, “I’ll see you tonight.”
And just like that, she left. She had seen Hermione’s rather shocked face when their bodies separated, but she didn’t care. She knew Hermione’s cum wasn’t as muddy as her blood - she didn’t even care if the blood was muddy at all. And what she also knew is that she had never been happier - because Hermione made her happy, all the time - and that was all she cared about.
Author. Zee
Pairings. Hermione/Pansy
Rating. R
Summary. Happy Valentine's Day.
Warnings. Slightly OFC Pansy
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that.
Author Notes. Thanks to lash_larue for the quick beta, all remaining mistakes are mine :)
The little parchment was dropped just beside her plate during breakfast. And if the piece of paper in question didn’t have her initials on it, she would have never thought it was meant for her. The writing wasn’t anybody’s she knew, and when her eyes lit on the single phrase on the paper, her cheeks coloured bright red.
“I wonder if your cum is as muddy as your blood, Granger?”
She folded the paper quickly, hiding it in her pocket. She felt eyes on the back of her head, but when she turned, no one was looking at her. She didn’t know what to think - what to do.
“Oy, you okay, ‘Mione? You look like you lost something.”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, I did!” She said getting up rather fast and almost bumping on someone who was passing behind her, “I forgot my Potions book under my bed! I’ll go get it right away, and meet you at the class.”
Both Harry and Ron kept looking while Hermione almost ran from the Great Hall, both trying to not look perplexed.
“But we don’t even have potions today,” Ron whispered to Harry, who looked back to his friend just as puzzled.
Meanwhile, Hermione entered the corridor. But her passage there was short - too soon a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, one over her mouth, the other blinding her eyes, both of them binding her. She felt her body being dragged and tried to fight it, but to no avail. When the hands released her, now in an empty corner of a corridor, she turned to face her captor, who had a really smug smile on her lips.
“I told you we should not do this during da-”
Her words were cut off by the same pair of hands holding her around her waist and grinding hips against her hips. She whimpered, biting her lower lip and, without thinking, grabbed the other persons’ neck, bringing her closer for a breathtaking kiss. When she felt hands going up from her waist, it was like her brain had come back to life; she separated their bodies, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.
“We can’t. You know we can’t, someone could appear at anytime, and then see us, and then, and then, and then-”
“And then you’d beg me to fuck you,” Pansy whispered, bringing her body back close to Hermione’s and trapping her against the wall. “Don’t think I don’t know you would be humping and moaning under me like a Parisian harlot if someone caught us.”
“That’s a lie! I would never, would never do, do something like that!”
“Oh, you wouldn’t?”
And just like that Pansy’s hands were back on her body, while one knee was pressed between her legs; she smiled smugly when Hermione bit her own lips to prevent the tiny moan that should have escaped her lips. She was very aware of the black almost blue eyes watching her intently, her every move, every breath, every moan. Nothing was forgotten when Pansy was like this, like a predator. And, Merlin, she loved this. (Loved her. But she would never, never say that out loud.) She loved when Pansy shoved her against the wall, biting her neck harshly; opening her blouse without caring about the buttons and kneading her breasts softly, reverently - and that was the only time Pansy actually was soft. Because absolutely nothing about Pansy Parkinson was soft - unless she had Hermione Granger’s bosom in her hands.
And all of it happened so fast that the brunette only realized how wet she was when Pansy shoved two fingers inside her easily; and closed their lips together, swallowing all of her moans while she moved her hand rhythmically inside her. She always moved her body following Pansy’s ministrations; like Hermione was a violin and the raven haired girl a violinist (and Pansy rather liked that). And she played her so well. When Hermione came, she would always kiss Pansy fiercely, biting the girl’s bottom lip; just to soothe it right after.
They would stay like that for a few minutes, Pansy’s fingers still inside Hermione, Hermione kissing Pansy’s face and neck; it felt so much like afterglow. Hermione would murmur soundless words against Pansy’s skin, never knowing if the girl understood her silent love declarations. That was until one of them had to go - both secretly wishing that neither had to - and then Hermione would fix her blouse and Pansy would remove her fingers, smiling softly when Hermione shivered while watching her lick her own fingers clean.
“I’ll see you tonight, then?” Hermione asked softly, her hand playing with one of Pansy’s while they intertwined; the other girl just nodded. Hermione nodded as well, bringing Pansy to herself and holding her chin softly while they kissed - and this was always her reassuring kiss, the one that made her sure that this was right. That this was it.
Hermione would always leave first, Pansy a few minutes later. But this time… Pansy furrowed her brows after seeing Hermione leave - because she didn’t want that. She didn’t want Hermione to leave. She ran after the brunette, holding her arm and making her spin; embracing her softly and pulling her closer, kissing Hermione so lovingly that the girl’s knees even buckled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hermione.” Pansy whispered, her lips so close to Hermione’s ear; she hugged the bushy haired girl tightly, “I’ll see you tonight.”
And just like that, she left. She had seen Hermione’s rather shocked face when their bodies separated, but she didn’t care. She knew Hermione’s cum wasn’t as muddy as her blood - she didn’t even care if the blood was muddy at all. And what she also knew is that she had never been happier - because Hermione made her happy, all the time - and that was all she cared about.