"It’s still not straight."
Pansy looked at her lover, rolling her eyes before sighing in exasperation. "Hermione, we’ve been decorating this bloody tree for hours! It‘s straight. You do realize that if we had used magic we‘d have been finished and in bed by now."
"It’s barely noon, Pansy," Hermione pointed out, her lips curving into a smile when her girlfriend pouted.
"Don’t those Muggles have a name for that? I believe they call it a nooner, right?" she asked, smiling smugly when Hermione’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. "See, I do occasionally pay attention when you ramble about Muggles and their strange customs. I think we should increase my awareness of Muggles by indulging ourselves in that particular ritual."
"Why am I not surprised that you remember the definition to that phrase?" Hermione shook her head, her brown eyes amused as she looked at the brunette witch giving her a sultry look of seduction. "Stop trying to tempt me, Pansy. You agreed that we could decorate our first tree in our new flat the way I did growing up, which is the Muggle way. There will be no ‘nooner‘ until we finish with the tree. And it would be much faster if you‘d quit whining constantly and just help," she said sweetly.
"I am not whining," Pansy denied. "I have been helping decorate our tree, little Miss. Perfectionist who has to have everything perfectly balanced and won’t let two red balls hang less than three braches from each other and all these other picky rules that make no sense whatsoever. Besides, the tree really does not like me. Whenever I touch it, those annoying needles poke my arm and make it itch. I hang those silly ornaments on the branches and they droop automatically. It’s not my fault that it likes you more!"
"You do realize how ridiculous you sound, don’t you?" Hermione laughed as Pansy stomped her foot and glowered at their tree. "It’s okay, honey. I won’t let the big, bad tree get you."
"Very cute, Granger." Pansy narrowed her eyes at the grinning witch, her lips twitching as she fought to keep from smiling.
"I always knew you only wanted me for my looks," Hermione teased as she moved behind the smaller woman. Resting her chin on Pansy’s shoulder, she hugged her lover of three years from behind. "I’ll make it up to you later. You, me, and a bottle of chocolate sauce."
"Will there be strawberries, too?" Pansy asked with an exaggerated sulk, her hand moving to rest above Hermione’s.
"Uh huh," she replied before kissing Pansy’s neck. Her lover moaned softly, her head falling back to give her better access. Hermione moved her hands beneath Pansy’s jumper, fingers moving lightly over her stomach before caressing her breasts. "But first, we have to finish decorating our tree."
"Tease," Pansy muttered affectionately before turning her head and catching Hermione’s lips in a kiss, her hand moving into her girlfriend’s knickers. Her fingers found their destination, not surprised to find her all ready damp. With a few quick strokes, she had Hermione moving against her, her free hand tangled in the unruly brown curls that surrounded her lover’s pretty face as she deepened the kiss.
"Pansy," Hermione’s voice was breathless as she moved against the elegant fingers currently buried inside her. "You are the most," a low groan interrupted her words, "impatience person I know," she finally managed to complete her sentence.
"If you expect me to finish decorating this silly tree without using magic, I would suggest that you let me have my way with you," Pansy said with a devilish smile. "It’s your fault that you look adorable with tinsel in your hair and that I get incredibly aroused when you get all bossy and tell me what to do."
"I think the tree can wait for a while," Hermione decided. A wicked smile crossed her face as she removed Pansy’s hand from her knickers, licking her lover’s fingers as she gently pushed her against the floor beneath their tree. Clothes were soon removed as lips and hands moved knowledgeably over naked flesh. Soon, moans of pleasure filled the room as the lovers partook of another Muggle custom by having a ‘nooner‘.
The End.