Written for the No Names challenge on HPFC.
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
The Gryffindor Mudblood is fucking beautiful.
Wet hair curling, caressing porcelain ears. Lips puckered, sinfully red. Muscle stretching beneath expanses of velvet milk skin, disappearing beneath the towel. Droplets sliding, smooth and light down that narrow back, trailing over narrow, perfect hips.
The Prefects' bathroom is too hot, too steamed.
Will she taste like scented honey, or the forbidden (yes) scum she is? Does she love like a novice, or a siren, stretched out, luxurious...
The bathroom is crossed in three steps.
Slytherin girls - pug-faced, no - take what they want.
The Mudblood looks up, eyes wide and breath hitching.