Pansy Parkinson entered her flat, relief flashing in her hazel eyes as she shut the door behind her. Her final exam before the Christmas holidays had just been taken and she honestly thought she’d done well. The twenty-one year old witch frowned as she noticed that her roommate was not seated on the sofa with an open book, as was routine during the afternoon. Hermione Granger, former Head Girl at Hogwarts and now, surprisingly, Pansy’s roommate and best friend had classes that ended earlier than Pansy’s. Hermione was studying potions and charms and was also taking classes to prepare her for teaching, while Pansy was still undecided in the midst of their third year at University. She was rather fond of several classes and had yet to make a decision on what career to pursue. She had inherited a fortune after her parents were killed during the War so there was no great need for her to make any decisions on her future at this point. If she chose, she could do absolutely nothing, but she found that idea rather dull and tedious so she knew she’d soon have to select a study program.
Hermione was constantly after her to make some decisions with her life, telling her that it was important to have goals and a bunch of other intelligent sounding arguments that Pansy tended to ignore. She’d much rather sit and enjoy the sight of her friend displaying such passion and looking so beautiful than to actually pay much attention to what the Gryffindor was saying. You see, Pansy had a bit of a crush on her roommate, had since sixth year when she’d been seated at an angle from the future Head Girl in Potions and spent the majority of the year watching Hermione instead of paying attention to Snape. Pansy was actually rather smart and had passed Potions that term. She honestly couldn’t say much of what they’d learned in class, but she could describe every facial expression that Hermione Granger possessed. During Seventh year, most of her house had wisely chosen to follow Dumbledore instead of listening to their parents and becoming Death Eaters and that had given Pansy the perfect opportunity to be nice to the girl that she had become infatuated with.
It had been a surprise to everyone, including themselves, that they actually had a few things in common and they’d slowly become friends. After graduation, they’d fought against Voldemort and been delayed in attending University. Voldemort had finally been defeated the Spring after graduation and they’d applied to University the following fall. It had been her idea to share a flat off campus, having no desire to mingle with the other students, disliking the majority of Muggleborns as well quite a few of the Purebloods. Now, three years later, they were best friends and a large part of each other’s lives, though Hermione still had no idea that Pansy fancied her, the brunette Slytherin being very good at keeping secrets.
Okay, so Potter had confronted her with his suspicions a few months ago, and Blaise had taken to giving her knowing smirks whenever he was around, and even Weasley had begun to look from her and Hermione with a slight smile as if he knew, but he’d not said anything to his old friend as far as Pansy was aware. It wasn’t that she cared if Hermione knew, her crush on her friend having developed into something far more meaningful and deep over the years, but she had no desire to make Hermione feel awkward or strange so Pansy remained silent. Luckily, Hermione was completely focused on her studies and had no interest in dating so Pansy had not yet had to hex any potential suitors for her friend. Pansy decided to change and put away her books before thinking about dinner, assuming that Hermione was possibly taking a nap after a stressful week of exams. Pansy was nearing her room when she stopped as she passed Hermione's door, glancing at it in surprise when she heard a crash. She knocked, asking worriedly, "Hermione? You okay?"
"Yesssss," Hermione hissed softly, "just go."
"Fine," Pansy scowled at the door as she wondered why her friend was being so rude, deciding it must be stress from exams. She sighed as she started to leave, her eyes widening when she heard a low moan. This time, she didn't knock. Instead, she opened the door, freezing as she saw Hermione on the bed. Nude, her body covered in sweat, her hand between her legs as she moved on the bed. "Oh...my...God..."
"Pansy!" Hermione shrieked when she saw her friend, her face flaming red as she saw her best friend watching her. She couldn't stop, though. Had, in fact, been unable to stop since finishing the spell, nearly two hours before. It was supposed to be a simple spell, one she had come across when studying for her exams. She’d copied it down on a whim, having no use normally for spells dealing with romance and love, but she’d impulsively decided to try it this afternoon as an experiment, to prove to herself that those spells were, indeed, useless. She didn’t know what had gone wrong, this not being at all what the spell was intended to do, and she now found herself aroused beyond belief and unable to find satisfaction. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her fingers moved, her thumb brushing over her practically numb clit as she felt her release nearing, only to go away again as she reached it. She cried out in frustration as she hit the bed. "NO!"
"Um, sorry," Pansy stammered, her hazel eyes moving over Hermione’s flushed face, down her graceful neck, past her full breasts, noticing the pale rose nipples that were so hard, noticing the sheen of sweat that covered Hermione’s ribs and stomach, to the visibly damp light brown curls. She couldn't believe that she had caught Hermione masturbating. They’d been sharing a flat for years and she'd never caught her friend, not that she had wanted to. Okay, so a part of her had imagined such a scenario but Pansy respected Hermione’s privacy too much to intentionally try something that sneaky, Slytherin or not. Now, she knew she should leave but she found herself frozen to the spot. She didn't think Hermione had any idea just how beautiful she was.
"I can't," Hermione began before another wave of arousal consumed her body. "Make it stop!"
"What?" Pansy was drawn from her not so innocent thoughts at Hermione's words. Confused, she looked at Hermione, doing a very good job of ignoring the arousal that was beginning to spread over her as she asked, "You can't stop?"
"Spell," Hermione managed to say before she whimpered, her right hand cramping from her actions, causing her to switch hands, her wet hand now moving up to squeeze her breasts, her nipples so hard she thought they might explode. She decided to ignore the fact that Pansy's presence was causing as much of a reaction as her forced arousal, not wanting to thinking about those implications at the moment.
"Hermione! You did a love spell?" Pansy scolded, slightly surprised that the logical Gryffindor had performed such a spell, her hazel eyes moving over the naked form of her best friend before she looked away before her eyes betrayed her feelings. She moved into the room, keeping her eyes off of the bed. Knowing that Hermione must be under the effects of some spell did not diminish her desire. She ran a hand over her face as she counted to ten, not sure what to do. She had been fighting an attraction to her best friend for years, possibly longer than she even admitted to herself. Her recognition of her feelings had begun during sixth year, but she had always been somewhat fascinated with the stubborn know-it-all Mudblood from their initial meeting first year. Pansy had remained silent about her feelings, not even confirming Potter’s suspicions, because she was scared of losing Hermione, still not at all convinced that someone such as herself deserved to have someone so special and beautiful and talented in her life. It was getting more difficult to remain silent about the depth of her feelings, however, their closeness over the last three and a half years letting her see a glimpse of what life with Hermione could be like. And now this. It had to be some cruel test, she decided. Something that was meant to make her life Hell. Facing Voldemort without her wand would be easier than this, she decided. She had to sit here calmly searching for a way to fix her friend as the object of her most heated fantasies was twisting and turning and moaning not two feet from her.
"Didn't mean for this to happen," Hermione said in bursts of words in between moans and cries of pleasure.
"What were you thinking, Hermione?" Pansy asked with a sigh as she found a scrap of parchment and looked at the words. "What the hell does this say?"
"Not sure," Hermione said, crying out, "Noooo."
"Huh?" Pansy looked up, hazel eyes watching as Hermione's hand moved, seemingly not bringing the brunette the release she needed. Pansy licked her lips as she inhaled the sweet scent of Hermione, sex, and sweat. Without realizing it, she put the parchment down and moved to sit on the bed. She ran her hand over Hermione's face, pushing the sweaty tendrils of hair away as she traced over the soft flesh, "I'll fix it, Hermione. I promise."
"Oh Goddess," Hermione moaned as Pansy's touch sent a shockwave through her body. Her right hand moved, holding on tightly to Pansy's arm. "Do it again," she begged, her dark brown eyes fluttering as she gasped.
"Do what?" Pansy asked, letting her fingers move over Hermione's face again, watching in surprise at the brunette's reaction. She felt a surge of power as she realized that she was giving Hermione pleasure from just that gentle touch. She knew she shouldn't, knew her friend was under a spell and couldn't stop her reaction, but she had wanted this for so long. She moved her right hand down Hermione's neck, her left taking its place to trace her face.
"Pansy," Hermione spoke quietly, her eyes finding her friend's, "you don't have to..."
"I want to, Hermione," Pansy said with a soft smile as she moved her palm over Hermione's right breast. She heard Hermione's cry of pleasure, moving to caress the warm flesh as she whispered, "I love you."
"Really?" Hermione's startled eyes found Pansy's again, seeing the sincerity in their hazel depths.
"Shah," Pansy said, placing a finger from her left hand over the brunette's lips, not wanting to talk, just wanting to feel. "We'll talk later."
"Please," Hermione begged, arching up towards her best friend, keeping their eyes locked.
Pansy gave up any pretense of going slowly as Hermione begged, obviously in need of release. She wondered how long ago the spell had been performed, how long Hermione had been struggling for an elusive release. She lowered her head, her tongue moving over Hermione's hand and breast, tasting her friend for the first time. She'd never been with a woman, her only sexual experience being a few clumsy attempts with Blaise Zabini during sixth year and he was definitely a male. She'd never considered herself gay, in fact, and still didn't. She wasn't interested in all women, just in Hermione. Hermione was special. Pansy's right hand snaked between Hermione's legs, pushing the brunette's hand away as she continued to suckle on her friend's breast. She felt a wet hand move over hers, pulling it against the wetness. She moved to Hermione's other breast, scraping her teeth over her nipple as she hesitantly pushed a finger into her best friend. She heard a cry from Hermione and knew she must have done something right. She added another finger then another as her thumb brushed over Hermione's swollen clit. She was trying to be gentle, having seen how red and swollen Hermione had been. The brunette didn't seem to want gentle, though.
"Fuck me, Pansy," Hermione begged, all thought leaving her head as the dark-haired Slytherin kissed and bit on her breasts, fingers other than her own entering her deeper. "Fuck me hard!"
Pansy glanced up, smiling at the order as she moved her hand faster, twisting Hermione's clit as she sucked the tan flesh, wanting to mark her for some primitive reason. She moved her body lower on the bed, keeping up the thrust of her actions. Hermione was moaning incoherently, her arms having moved above her head, clutching at the pillow and bed as she moved against Pansy. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Pansy lowered her mouth to Hermione's clit, sucking and scraping her teeth against the very tender flesh. She heard Hermione's cry of release as the brunette's thighs tightened around her, gasps for breath meeting her ears. She continued sucking until Hermione collapsed.
Pansy looked up as she raised her head, licking away the wetness that dripped from her lips and onto her chin. She caught Hermione's eyes, noticing the tears in their chocolate brown depths. Concerned, she wondered if she had been too rough. She rested her chin on Hermione's stomach, asking softly, "Hermione, you okay?"
Hermione nodded, giving Pansy a private smile as she whispered, "I'm great. The spell, it worked."
"You wanted this?" Pansy asked, motioning to the bed, wondering why Hermione would have performed a spell for intense arousal.
Hermione nodded as she sat up, pulling Pansy up, "It was for true love, Pansy. It brought me you," she said softly as her lips claimed those of the Slytherin witch, of her best friend, of her lover, of her true love.
THE END