"Merlin's knickers, where did you learn that, Granger?"
Hermione ignored the breathless question from above and concentrated on her current task, which was making Pansy come. Moving her tongue along the Slytherin's wet cunt, she teased her clit as she continued thrusting three fingers into the bitchy brunette. To be perfectly honest, this was her first time with another woman. She had considered it before, going so far as snogging Ginny one night, but she'd never actually gone the distance. When Pansy had confronted her in the Prefects bathroom following patrol demanding to know why she was shagging the two hottest Slytherins, Hermione had impulsively kissed her.
After the kiss, she'd given in to the naughty whisper in her mind telling her to go with this and get a taste of Pansy while she had the chance. Surprisingly, Pansy hadn't objected at all, deepening the kiss and practically devouring her mouth as she'd deftly unfastened her shirt and began to caress her breasts in the same way that Draco always did, her blond lover definitely a breast man. Whereas Blaise loved kissing her and had a neck fetish that left her with bites and marks all over her shoulders and neck. Pansy was a breast girl and also seemed to like her arse, scratches covering the firm globes within moments of the lowering of her knickers.
Pansy had ripped her panties away and licked her pussy eagerly, fucking her against the sink, making the world explode as she lapped at her clit, knowing exactly where to touch and taste to cause the most pleasure. Before Hermione had even finished coming, Pansy had been kissing her, playing with her hair as she'd rubbed her nubile body against Hermione's. The Slytherin had nice breasts, not as full as her own but perky with dark nipples that had tempted her to taste. She'd given in, pressing Pansy against the setee and lazily licking her nipples, twisting them in the way Draco did hers that always made her so wet. Pansy seemed to like it, forgetting her complaints about Hermione shagging two Slytherins as she eagerly spread her legs to add a third to the brunette’s list of lovers.
Hermione kept licking and sucking, doing all the things that she enjoyed having done to her, Pansy's fingers tangled in her hair as she begged her for more, wanting to come.
It gave her a feeling of power, knowing that the arrogant Slytherin was promising her anything just to have her touch her, taste her, make her come. She had been shagging Draco and Blaise since shortly after school started, the handsome Slytherins giving her exactly what she wanted, their relationship completely based on sex at first. Now, however, there was much more between them. She might even go so far as to say she loved them both, though she wasn’t entirely certain yet. Okay, so she did love them but she had no intention of letting them know that until she was ready, the two arrogant enough as it was without finding out she'd gone and fallen for them. Of course, they seemed to love her, too, so maybe they wouldn't be too smug. She might love them but, right now, she had to admit that she was very aroused from being with Pansy and honestly wouldn’t mind repeating this experience at all, possibly with Draco and Blaise joining them. That image flashed in her mind and caused her to lick a little faster, plunging her fingers deeper.
Pansy came with a scream of her name, very vocal in her enjoyment of their fucking. She was grateful she'd thought about casting a silencing charm in between the first kiss and Pansy burying her pretty face in her wet cunt. Hermione raised her head, licking her lips before crawling up Pansy’s body. She kissed the Slytherin roughly, biting her lip, marking her in her own way. Pulling back, she admired the bite that also adorned Blaise and Draco's lips, her lips curving into a smirk that would have definitely made Draco proud, though most likely he’d have been terribly jealous and sulking had he been there because, even with Blaise, he was a possessive, albeit sexy, bastard. "You’re mine now, Parkinson."
"I do believe someone has been spending too much time with Malfoy," Pansy attempted to sound snotty but merely sounded breathless and sated as she looked at the beautiful brunette that had given her the best orgasm of her life. Bloody hell, she didn’t care if Hermione was a Gryffindor with unruly curls and a superior bossy attitude, she wanted to shag her again, repeatedly. She was still a bit surprised by her behavior, but, to be honest, she’d been wanting to shag Granger rotten since fourth year, though those thoughts tended to have her in control and Hermione begging for more. Reality was much better, she decided as she stretched and felt pleasant aches in all the right places. No wonder Malfoy and Zabini were always strutting around with those smug ‘I’m getting royally shagged by a gorgeous vixen and I know you’re jealous’ smirks on their handsome faces all the time.
"Well, I guess if you’re not interested," Hermione didn’t even complete the sentence before Pansy was speaking.
"I never said that, Granger," Pansy interrupted, having no intention of giving her up now that she’d had her. She smiled sweetly, though the wicked gleam in her eyes completely ruined the act, "If you can keep your boys on a leash, I can admit that I find this possessive side of the goody goody Gryffindor rather arousing."
"A leash?" Hermione slowly smiled at the idea of Draco being tied up and unable to touch her while she lazily teased Pansy. She somehow doubted that Blaise would complain at all about her new lover joining them from time to time so she’d let him play. However, Draco would bitch and sulk and pout before finally giving in because he needed her just as she needed him and he’d know that her playing with Pansy was purely for fun but her feelings for him and Blaise were serious.
"My, my, Miss. Granger. You are a very naughty girl, aren’t you?" Pansy teased as she had to acknowledge that she was very pleasantly surprised by the real Hermione Granger.
"My name is Hermione, Pansy," Hermione smirked as she moved her hand around Pansy’s breast and squeezed hard, "why don’t I show you how naughty I can be?"
Pansy felt desire spread through her body at the wicked smile on Hermione‘s full lips, "Merlin, yes. Show me!"
The End.