A/N: I plan on making this story 7 chapters - one per day of the week.
This is a continuation of Truth and Consequences, so if you haven't read that, it probably would be best for you to stop and do that before reading this.
I'm not sure how long it'll take to post the next chapter, but I promise I'm working on it. Now to the story...
~~**HGPP**~~
Hermione walked into the Great Hall for breakfast Sunday morning and sat down next to Neville. It was still early enough that no one else was sitting near them.
"Neville, do you have some time today to talk about further experiments?" asked Hermione after she settled on the bench.
"I promised Professor Sprout I would help in the greenhouses today. It will likely take all day, but I should be available after dinner. Would that work for you?" replied Neville.
"That would be lovely. We'll find somewhere to talk after dinner then," Hermione finished with a smile. She was a bit excited about the possibilities.
As she was about to pull some toast onto her plate, she felt a hand on her thigh. Her head snapped towards Neville, who had a small smile on his face. She returned it before turning back to her plate. A few moments after filling it with the rest of her breakfast meal, she felt his hand trail higher up her thigh, slipping under her skirt. His hand was calloused and semi rough like you would expect of someone who works a lot with their hands. She sighed in pleasure as his hand crept even higher. She opened her legs more and adjusted on the bench to give him better access to anything he wanted to touch and to signal her consent.
Just as a finger grazed her knickers, Dean and Seamus plopped down on the bench across the table from Hermione and Neville. Neville started to pull his hand away and Hermione laid her hand on top of his to stop his retreat.
"Morning you two! Have a good night?" Dean asked with a good-natured smirk on his face.
Seamus perked up a bit despite the early hour with the implication in Dean's question. Hermione quirked her eyebrow in confusion. How could either possibly know when neither was part of the group last night?
Neville answered smoothly, "My evening was quite pleasant. How was yours Hermione?" as his fingers slipped under her knickers.
"Very enjoyable. Thank you" squeaked Hermione as a finger entered her slit. She coughed and made the excuse of not having spoken yet this morning for her voice.
Dean laughed and turned to Seamus to distract him with a Quidditch topic. Neville just smiled at his porridge that he was slowly eating using his other hand.
Hermione only had the chance to worry about what Dean knew, and HOW?!, for a couple of moments before Neville's clever hand drove most everything else out of her head as a finger found her clit and applied just the right amount of pressure in alternating circular and strumming patterns. It took almost all she had to take a few small bites of her breakfast and NOT look like she was committing an exhibitionist act in the Great Hall. She was not confident that she was pulling off the nonchalant look she was trying for, but it appeared that no one was paying enough attention to catch on to the fact that Hermione was well on her way to having an orgasm right in front of them. Thank the gods for early Sunday morning meals where so few people attended!
Right as she convinced herself that she might be able to get away with this without anyone being the wiser, Neville changed his pattern, collecting some more of her natural lubrication and then tapping her clitoris directly causing her to moan loud enough to catch a couple of people's attention.
"What's the matter Hermione? Forgot to do some extra work for a class?" mocked Seamus.
"No, forgot to send for a present. I'll have to do it later," replied Hermione, happy she was able to think of another lie so quickly. The years of getting into trouble with the boys seem to be paying off at the moment.
She went back to trying to pretend she was eating to deflect attention from herself. She worked on breathing slowly as well to avoid looking like she was panting, like she wanted to under Neville's ministration. How come neither Luna nor Ginny warned her that he was so good with his hands? Had she known, she might have deferred this experience until she could enjoy it to its fullest instead of having to tamper it so no one knew it was happening.
Neville just kept strumming away at her clit, driving her ever closer to the edge while he looked like he had all day to do absolutely nothing! Fuck! How is this even fair? But good gods, did she love what he was doing. Yes! Right there! Hermione couldn't hide much anymore. This was happening so very soon!
Hermione propped her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She shakily drew a staggered breath in and started to hum.
Ginny decided that this was the perfect time to sit down on the other side of Hermione. What kind of best friend does she have that would do that?!
"What's the matter Hermione?" inquired Ginny.
Hermione didn't even glance at her. She just shifted her hands so that she could hold up a finger to indicate she needed a moment while her face was still covered. She was SO close! Her humming was taking some erratic melodic paths and increasing in volume, although it was still inside the acceptable range.
"Are you ok?" demanded Ginny.
Hermione gestured the one finger again as Neville added more pressure to her button, throwing her over the cliff of her orgasm. She stopped humming and subsequently also stopped breathing for a few beats. Then she lifted her head, dropped her hands to the table and breathed out a long extended sigh. When she finished she opened her eyes to find several people staring at her.
She turned to Ginny and said, "Yes, I'm fine. I needed to block out distractions and humming sometimes help with that."
"Since when?" retorted Ginny.
Hermione sighed, shrugged and replied, "Since I was a child, but I stopped before coming to Hogwarts. Until this year anyways."
Ginny dropped her glare at the implication of her last sentence.
"Oh, ok." She replied deflatedly.
Hermione felt Neville pull his hand out from underneath her knickers and skirt. From the corner of her eye, she saw him move his hand to his juice glass and wipe a non-existing drop off the side and popped the finger in his mouth, humming in appreciation of the taste.
"Well, if you're ok Hermione, I'm going to get to the greenhouses. Have a good day everyone!" said Neville as he got up and prepared to leave.
"I am. Thank you Neville," replied Hermione with a smile and a blush.
"What was that?" asked Ginny.
"Nothing. Just being friendly," replied Hermione.
"Uh huh, sure," replied Dean with a smirk.
Seriously, what does he know? thought Hermione. But she only raised an eyebrow to him and then turned her attention to the breakfast that had been mostly ignored until now.
On her way out of the Great Hall, she caught up to Luna and started to walk with her.
After some small pleasantries, Luna said, "Neville has nice hands, don't you think?"
Hermione's face flushed. She wasn't sure what Luna knew but the timing was astonishingly embarrassing. She knew from the look on Luna's face that she wouldn't have been able to get away with saying nothing on the manner.
"I haven't thought about it until today, but I agree that they are quite nice," replied Hermione.
"He's very apt at being both gentle and rough. I suppose it's a natural development from his skills in herbology," she stated airily and appeared to be about to drift off in a different direction.
"I suppose. Luna, I would like to ask for your help again," said Hermione as she took a quick look around to see if there was anyone to overhear her request.
"Is this about Neville or Pansy?" asked Luna serenely.
"Pansy. I was hoping to extend her experiences with a night catered to each of the different houses since I have a whole week to… play with. I have some ideas, but I would like some suggestions from the intended audiences. I thought you might be able to ask the seventh and eight years in Ravenclaw if they're interested and what kind of things they would like to see or do to her. Of course, they have to be approved by both myself and Pansy. Could you do that for me?" asked Hermione.
"Of course Hermione. I should be able to get you some of that by tonight if you'd like," replied Luna.
"That would be great, Luna!" smiled Hermione.
They parted ways and Hermione ran off to catch up to Hannah Abbott to ask her the same favor.
~~**HGPP**~~
Hermione busied herself all morning and most of the early afternoon with rough drafting some ideas for the extracurricular activities for Pansy. She was on her way to the library to research a couple of spells and charms that would fill some gaps in her plans when she was accosted from behind and herded into an abandoned classroom. She whipped around to find Pansy looking all frantic.
"Granger, what did you do?! Something you did is interfering with my normal Sunday plans!" Pansy nearly shouted in frustration.
Not enjoying the manhandling she just experienced, Hermione was irritated and let it bleed into the tone of her voice. "I haven't seen you since this morning, Parkinson, so how could I have done anything to interrupt your precious plans? It's not like I attacked you in the hallway or anything!" she quipped.
"It must have been your stupid spell from last night! It's not supposed to ruin my life!" whined Pansy.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Pansy, were these plans sexual in nature?" asked Hermione will little patience.
Pansy blushed. "No!"
"Fine, what were you doing and how was it interrupted?" countered Hermione.
"I was just relaxing on my bed… reading… and I felt this intense zap. Like someone sent a stinging spell at a very sensitive spot!" finished Pansy hurriedly.
"And how did you connect that to me?" asked Hermione suspiciously. She was sure Pansy was leaving important details out.
"My choker mark felt hot and sensitive and when I checked it in the mirror, it looked red and irritated," Pansy replied defensively.
Hermione looked at the mark on her neck and while it was no longer red, it did still appear a bit pink at the edges.
Hermione held up her hand, but paused to ask, "May I?"
Pansy glared for a moment, but then puffed, dropped her eyes and nodded.
Hermione touched the mark and Pansy sighed. Hermione ran her hand along the side of Pansy's neck, causing Pansy to lean into the touch and nearly purr with appreciation. As she moved her palm away, Pansy tensed a little, but Hermione didn't remove her hand completely. From lifting her palm the little bit, she was able to see that the area she made contact with, the mark was no longer pink. And from Pansy's reaction, she figured that she was able to sooth the irritation brought on by the unknown vow violation by touching the mark, so she brought up her other hand and slowly and softly rubbed both of her hands along the mark until she had touch every bit of it and no pink remained. Pansy was unaware that she was careening under Hermione's touch. Hermione slowly walked her back to one of the desks and sat her on top of the table.
Without moving her hands, she asked cautiously, "Pansy, what were you doing before you were zapped?"
Pansy just sighed sadly, "I was just reading."
"What were you reading?" pressed Hermione.
"The Witch's Spell" mumbled Pansy.
"Is that a bodice ripper?" inquired Hermione.
Pansy's face flushed and she just nodded her head a bit in reply.
"Did you touch yourself?" asked Hermione.
Pansy's head popped up, mouth opened in surprise. She looked like she was going to deny it, but then she paused and pursed her lips before sighing, "Maybe."
"You don't know?" questioned Hermione.
"No. I don't always notice the little caresses that I sometimes do while reading books like that. There have been times when I only notice when I need to stop reading," Pansy replied, turning a darker shade of red.
"How are you embarrassed about this? Haven't you performed oral sex on every one of your housemates in your year?" asked Hermione in awe.
Pansy nodded, eyes still averted. "But that's not talking about… playing with yourself," whispered Pansy.
Hermione couldn't stifle the laugh bubbling up. "Pansy, seriously! There's nothing wrong with masturbating. If you're having sex, it's best to know your own body and what it likes! It shouldn't be shameful!"
"What shouldn't be shameful?"
Hermione spun around to find Ginny and Seamus in the doorway of the classroom.
"Am I interrupting something?" asked Ginny. "I wanted to ask you something, but it can wait, I suppose."
"Um, I think we're almost done here…," Hermione replied slowly. As she looked at Pansy, an idea struck her. "Actually, do you two need to be anywhere now or do you have a bit of time to spare?"
Ginny and Seamus looked at each other. Seamus shrugged, "I've got some time." Ginny just nodded.
"Great. Just give me a moment. I have to talk to Pansy about something quickly," she finished with a smile and whipped around back to Pansy to whisper in her ear. "You need to be punished for accosting me in the hallway. That's unacceptable behavior from a sub. Since you wanted to masturbate, that's what you'll do! With an audience! You don't have to do anything fancy. Just make it sure we can see the action."
Pansy looked mortified. She could talk a big game, but she wasn't sure she could exhibit herself like that. At least, not by herself.
Hermione stepped back and transfigured the table into a bed. It wasn't to Pansy's sleeping standards, but it was a lot more comfortable than the table. She pushed back and found pillows and a headboard. That might be helpful, she thought.
"Pansy is going to put on a show for us this afternoon. But if you stay, you will be confined to the room until the show is over and you will be subjected to a secrecy spell. If you don't like those conditions, you'll have to leave now," Hermione warned the other two.
"I'm in!" exclaimed Seamus.
Ginny looked a bit doubtful. "I don't understand what's going on with you Hermione, but if this sheds any light on it, I'm willing to stay."
"I'm not sure this show will enlighten you at all on that front. Are you staying anyway?" asked Hermione.
"Why not?" huffed Ginny.
Hermione locked to the door and casted her secrecy spell. She then transfigured three of the chairs into plushy, comfortable chairs and turned them to face the bed. She gestured for Pansy to begin.
Pansy took a few big breaths to steady her nerves and then slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She cupped her breasts in both her hands and ran her thumbs over the nipples until they perked up. She pulled the shirt off the rest of the way and unclasped her bra and discarded that as well. She could feel the wetness between her legs building up. Apparently she found exhibiting herself arousing, as well as mortifying. Maybe it was the mortification that was arousing? Something to ponder later.
She cupped her breasts again and gave them a couple of gentle squeezes and lightly pinched a nipple. Her right hand slowly slid down her stomach and slipped under the waistband of her skirt and into her knickers.
"Pansy, out in the open!" reminded Hermione.
"Yes Mistress" hummed Pansy quietly.
Ginny snapped her head in Hermione's direction. Hermione just smiled at Pansy, ignoring Ginny. She figured she'd deal with the questions later.
Pansy shimmied out of her skirt and knickers. She was left in her knee high socks and Mary Jane shoes. She settled her legs open and slightly bent for better access.
"Will I have to get the restraints for your legs?" asked Hermione.
Pansy was confused for only a moment before replying, "No Mistress," as she spread her legs as far open as comfortably possible.
It gave the three voyeurs an excellent view of her snatch. Seamus whistled under his breath, which earned him a smack from Ginny, Hermione noticed from the corner of her eye. Apparently, he was Ginny's current snogging partner.
Pansy started off by using one hand to pull her lower lips apart so her other hand could slip into her slit for some lubrication and then use her dampened finger to circle her clit. As she continued to stroke herself, Hermione was caught between watching her sub to know what she liked and watching the two lovebirds at her side. Pansy had barely even started masturbating before Ginny's hand found Seamus' thigh and travelled up to his crotch in a matter of seconds. Seamus didn't waste much time before he returned the favor. Less than five minutes in found Ginny on top of Seamus' lap with his hand down her trousers and her panting heavily as she ground her bum against his bulge. He seemed equally into it.
Hermione was getting two shows for one here! She was surprised that Pansy didn't get distracted from her own goal, but Hermione supposed if she was chasing her own orgasm, she would probably be able to block everything else out as well. Well, maybe not, but Pansy seemed pretty desperate about it earlier. And her show seemed to be really turning the couple on.
Speaking of Pansy, she appeared entirely too close to her goal. This was a punishment. Time for it to feel like one.
"Pansy, stop!"
Pansy's eyes popped open in confusion but one of her fingers was still stoking her clit while the rest of her fingers held one side of her labia taut and her other hand held the other side.
"I won't tell you again…"
Sighing in disappointment, Pansy removed her hands from her quim.
"Come and lick some ginger snatch," Hermione commanded.
Ginny started a bit at that command. She looked like she wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of this act, but didn't complain when Seamus pushed her up off his lap and started to tug her trousers down her legs. He had her stepping out of them by the time Pansy slinked her way over to them. He pulled Ginny back down onto his lap, spreading her legs outside of his and then opening his legs, pushing her legs even further. This allowed Pansy room to nestle in between both sets of legs.
"Wait!" Ginny practically shouted. "Pansy, back up for a moment."
Pansy didn't bother looking to Hermione for permission before following the command.
Ginny hopped off of Seamus' lap and spun around to pull him out of the chair. Her bum was right in front of Pansy's face. Ginny unbuckled Seamus' belt, unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them to the floor, bending over slightly to accomplish her task. Pansy took the opportunity to give one cheek a lick and nibble and the other a smack. Ginny jumped from surprise and spinning around, knocking Seamus back into the chair. He pulled her straight down onto his lap, making her fall, legs kicked out in different directions. With a shit-eating grin, Pansy didn't bother letting Ginny get situated before she surged forward, spreading the pair's legs and diving into Ginny's muff.
Ginny was only able to groan out "cheeky!" as Pansy licked the long strip up from her crack to her clit. Any reservation Ginny had earlier quickly disappeared as she wreathed under Pansy's oral ministrations. Ginny started to buck hard enough that Seamus had to divert his hands from her breasts down to her legs in the attempt to hold them still(ish).
Pansy didn't leave Seamus just to watch either. She was often generous… sexually anyways. She alternated between fingering Ginny while licking her clit, and stroking his cock or fondling his bollocks. Eventually, she decided to heat things up more and pushed Ginny up before pulling her back down right onto Seamus' upright cock. The couple moaned in tandem. Pansy then manipulated Ginny's legs up onto the seat of the chair and pushed Seamus into a lean back position so Ginny could ride him better. Pansy still contributed by stroking Ginny's clit and Seamus' bullocks. It wasn't long before Ginny was screaming her orgasm. Seamus was still pumping away, which Ginny seemed to be enjoying because she barely came down from her first orgasm before the next one hit. Seamus still didn't seem to be ready to blow, so Pansy wormed a finger behind his sack to find his pucker and push her finger against it. Surprisingly, she went up to the first knuckle easily as he yell, "Fuck yeah!" Several pumps later he blew his load as Ginny screamed out her third orgasm, drenching Pansy, Seamus' lap and the chair.
"Merlin, Weasellette, you're a squirter! What a hot shag! If you tire of the Irish bloke, come visit the Slytherin dorms after break. You'll have a lot of fun with any one of us," Pansy propositioned as she licked up the mess.
"Hmm, I don't know. Seamus has a propensity for explosions, including the orgasmic kind. Not sure that'll ever get old," replied Ginny.
"It's even better anally!" smirked Seamus.
Ginny just rolled her eyes. Neither Pansy nor Hermione could tell if Ginny had experienced that or not.
"Well, while this was fun, I have to do some things before dinner, so I should get going," stated Ginny as she cleaned herself and grabbed her trousers and knickers to put on.
"Yeah, I should probably go too. Thanks for inviting us to the show Hermione!" exclaimed Seamus. Hermione noticed that he wasn't wearing any pants under his trousers. She wondered if he always went commando. Not sure that was a thought she wanted bouncing around her head, but she saw his moderate size cock and bollocks today, so she couldn't complain about knowing he at least occasionally went without underclothing. In winter, no less!
She unlocked the door for them and relocked it after they left. She went over to the bed and leaned against the headboard and patted the spot next to her to call Pansy over.
Pansy sat tentatively on the bed, unsure of what she was supposed to do.
"Pansy, come over here and cuddle for warmth, you have to be cold," suggested Hermione.
"No, I'm fine," replied Pansy.
Hermione scowled at her.
"Mistress." Pansy finished.
"It wasn't a request," commented Hermione.
Pansy rolled over to Hermione and laid next to her side. Hermione snaked an arm around her and pulled her a little closer, resting her hand on Pansy's back. She summoned the end of the blanket to wrap around the rest of Pansy. Pansy wouldn't admit this, but it felt nice and warm.
Hermione casted another spell, but Pansy didn't catch it and nothing seemed to happen so she ignored it for the time being.
"Pansy, bring both of your hands up so I can see them or at least feel them. You're not allowed to masturbate again until I tell you."
While Pansy hadn't planned on doing that, she was upset that the option was taken from her. But she did as her Mistress asked and moved her hands to touch Hermione's side.
Hermione asked her about her class schedule for the week and if she needed time to study or any other responsibilities she needed to work around. Then Hermione told Pansy that she would not be able to wear any knickers or bras for the week, starting now. Exceptions might be made for special occasions but Hermione would pick out for her undergarments then. During this whole conversation, Pansy noticed her clit was getting warmer and warmer by the minute (maybe even second?). And it was itchy. Not the warm and itchy feeling when you're thinking sexy thoughts. At first that's how it started out, so she thought nothing of it. But now it was much warmer than anything she experienced before, so much so that at this point she would actually call it hot. She no longer could conceal she was rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to squash the heat and relieve the itch.
"Is something the matter Pansy?" questioned Hermione.
For a second, she had almost fooled Pansy with her innocent sounding question, but now Pansy was sure she did it somehow.
"Please Mistress, my quim is hot and itchy, and it only seems to get warmer," whined Pansy.
"What am I supposed to do my pet?" inquired Hermione wickedly.
"I don't know Mistress. Don't you have a counterspell?" demanded Pansy.
Within a second, Pansy could see her misstep. She played right into Hermione's trap.
"You think I did this? Why would I do that?" asked Hermione with a glint in her eye, challenging Pansy to contradict her.
"I'm sorry Mistress. I don't know if you did cause it. If you did, it was probably to teach me a lesson or to punish me for earlier," replied Pansy chastely. While she was often brash and impulsive, she wasn't stupid. She knew when she had to act cowed. But she honestly wasn't that far from it. She also knew she had a tendency to be spoiled and cross boundaries. She realized that these experiences with Hermione could be useful lessons and she wanted learn from them, so she tried to feel the genuine humility that Hermione seemed to want to see.
"Was the punishment earlier not enough for you?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know Mistress. You're boss. If you feel I should be punished more, I trust your judgment," answered Pansy.
"While that's true, you should know what to expect for punishments. I do want to be fair and just, after all. Your punishment was served fully earlier. I will tell you in the future if your punishment is to be carried out in stages. The heat is a lesson, of sorts. It's a lesson to trust me, even if it doesn't make sense to you. I have no desire to hurt you just for the sake of hurting you. I'm not a sadist. I have a plan. You just need to listen and trust. Understood?" demanded Hermione.
"Yes, Mistress," whispered Pansy.
"Good. Now be a nice little slag and throw off the blanket, lay on your back, knees to chest. Hook your arms behind your knees and open your legs wide for me. Do not touch your breasts or quim without permission," commanded Hermione as she slid off the bed.
Pansy did as she was told with a little whine. Her clit felt on fire now.
Hermione came back with a two-pronged apparatus. Both prongs looked the size of fat, long fingers attached to a handle. Each prong had a curve, but they fell at different sections causing the curved tips to be different lengths.
Hermione casted a lubrication spell on both the apparatus and on Pansy and then slid one "finger" into each hole. This was a new feeling for Pansy. Neither prong was big, but she had never had something in both holes at the same time. It was an odd, but pleasant feeling. Hermione pushed and pulled the tool, fucking Pansy with it. It took some of her attention away from her heated clit, but not enough.
"Mistress please! My clit feels like it's on fire! Please!" begged Pansy.
"Patience Pansy! Trust me," commanded Hermione as she continued to saw the tool back and forth, building friction.
Pansy tried to focus on the prongs doing wonderful things. At least, she was pretty sure she would think it was wonderful if her clit wasn't burning a hole clean through her! She squeezed her eyes shut as she panted trying to keep from whimpering when she felt Hermione's weight on the back of her thighs. And just as she was about to open her eyes to see what was happening, she felt something rub across her clit. It felt like a thumb and thankfully it was still there and oh, my, fucking MERLIN! THAT FEELS SO BLOODY FANTASTIC!
As Pansy came down from one of the most intense orgasms she ever felt, she realized her clit throbbed, but it was no longer hot and the tool Hermione was using was still sawing away inside of her.
She pried open her eyes and saw Hermione sitting on one of the chairs by the edge of the bed.
"Mistress," her voice croaked. Apparently she screamed her orgasm. She hadn't been aware.
"Yes pet."
"Mistress, could you please remove this… apparatus?" inquired Pansy. It was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Hermione swished her wand and the thing stopped moving. "Feel free to remove it at your leisure."
Pansy pulled it out and laid exhausted on the bed.
"Pet, you have to get dressed and take me to your dorms. I need to collect your knickers now," Hermione remarked as she pocketed the knickers and bra in the room.
On the walk back to her dorm, Pansy kept fiddling with her clothes. She never felt so naked while clothed before. While she was rather confident in her body, she wasn't sure how she was going to go to classes tomorrow and make it through the day without melting from mortification!
In Pansy's room, Hermione collected every piece of intimate wear from her, shrunk them and put them in a little beaded bag. Pansy was more than a bit distraught upon seeing the last pile disappear into the bag, but very little concern showed on her face. However, enough of a glimpse of something must have shown because Hermione warned her not to think about borrowing from someone else or any other cheats as she promised to check and would deliver a most severe punishment if Pansy did not obey.
Before heading down to dinner, Hermione allowed her to don a heavy knitted sweater that would undoubtedly hide the lack of undergarment on top. And her skirt easily touched her knees, so Pansy was unconcerned about accidentally flashing anyone. Trapped in her thoughts on the way to the Great Hall, it occurred to Pansy that she would be wearing her heavy robes to classes which would be more than adequate for hiding her missing key garments and that gave her a great deal of solace. She further thought that she could probably get away with going starkers under the robes, but she would keep that thought to herself as she had no desire to experience that particular sensation. Thank you very much!
Right before they reached the main hallway to the Great Hall, Hermione pushed Pansy into an alcove and quietly stated, "Before I let you go for the evening, I wanted to outline your morning assignment for the week…"
~~**HGPP**~~
Neville found Hermione at the table during dinner and was pleased that a seat was available next to her. She smiled brightly at him as he sat.
"Hermione, I have some bad news. I won't be able to meet after dinner like we planned. There was a mishap in one of the greenhouses and I promised Professor Sprout that I would clean it up so she would finish prepping for tomorrow's classes," Neville finished with a frown.
"Oh! I'm sad to hear that Neville, but that was nice of you to volunteer. Is there a lot to do?" asked Hermione.
"Sadly, I think so. I estimate it'll take several hours," Neville replied, moaning slightly.
"Would you like some help? I can't give you the whole evening, but I can certainly lend a hand for an hour or two, if that'll be of any help…" replied Hermione.
"Yes! Any help would be lovely. Thank you Hermione!" answered Neville brightly.
"My pleasure Neville," replied Hermione with a smile.
Both tucked in to their meals. After Hermione went back to her room to change clothes and met Neville down at Greenhouse 2 to assist him in the cleanup.
~~**HGPP**~~
Two and a half hours later, Hermione was trudging up to the castle after helping Neville as much as she could. Her mind was on taking a quick bath and the list of things she planned on accomplishing before bed when she literally walked into someone.
Stabilizing herself on said person as she looked up, she exclaimed, "So sorry Zabini! Didn't see you there."
"That would be apparent Granger. Merlin, why do you smell like Thestral dung?" asked Zabini as he stepped back a couple of steps to allow some much needed breathing room.
"Sorry," Hermione grimaced. "I was elbows deep in fertilizer that I strongly believe was mostly Thestral dung up until quarter an hour ago. Scourify only seems to take the top layer of stench off. I'm on my way to the bath to get the rest of it off now."
"Oh! I might be willing to put up with stench for the chance to join you. What say you Granger?" Zabini smirked as he gave her his best bedroom eyes.
Hermione wasn't having it though. "Why would you be interested in that? Don't you have a bunch of chits waiting for any kind of attention from you? Why not seek out one of them? I can guarantee any of them would smell much better and they'd be more enthusiastic at the opportunity to bag the giant heartthrob that is… you," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"You mock, but I've been told I'm quite good," pressed Zabini, mostly seriously.
"I'm sure. But that doesn't answer my question. Why are you bothering to flirt with me?" asked Hermione as she started walking again. She really wanted to wash this stink off of her. If that meant Zabini would accompany her part of the way, so be it. But she refused to stand in this filth any longer than necessary!
Zabini quickly caught up to her, but gave her plenty of space. She suspected that it was all due to her current aroma. He had a bit of a reputation of being more "hands-on" with his attempts of persuasions. Not that she heard of him crossing any lines, but she was less confident in her ability to rebut physical advances when she's horny and physically tired like she was right now.
All morning she had thought of situations to put Pansy through and that made her more aroused than she was used to lately. And then her evening spent in the greenhouse with Neville talking about the different things they were interested in exploring to see how much of an overlay they had. And that boy…No. Man! Well, he was fit! Just watching his muscles while he worked made her a bit weak in the knees. And she liked Neville. She doesn't fancy him, though. At least, not yet. He seemed to feel the same way. So they decided to see how "things went." Hermione had to clarify though, so that means if an opportunity presented itself to both of their liking, they would explore it. If not, then they wouldn't have to worry about making their friendship awkward. But the talk and watching him most definitely affected her. And now Zabini's flirting. She's never been so happy to smell like dung. It made her feel decidedly unsexy… actually, disgusting… and that alone was currently keeping her from doing something she would likely regret three seconds after it happened.
Zabini finally spoke, bringing her out of her thoughts, "To be candid, as I think you'd likely appreciate it more, I thought you were entirely too proper to consider until the party. Then you showed this surprising side and I'm genuinely interested. I'm not interested in a relationship beyond sexual experimentation, but I think we could have several pleasurable rendezvous'. With me, you could try a variety of new experiences and you would afford me someone new who has indicated interest in variety and may even teach me a new trick or two that you found in an obscure book. I think there's mutual benefit to be had."
Hermione cocked her head to the side to think about it before looking at him a bit skeptically and saying, "That might be the case, but what makes you think I'll take your word for it? We don't know each other personally. Why would I want to know you intimately?"
"Your personal knowledge of Pansy was horrific and now you know her intimately, so that argument doesn't hold well," replied Zabini.
"Except that she's my submissive. I hold the reigns in that relationship. While she holds some power, but it's really only to say no to whatever she's uncomfortable with. I'm leading the whole thing. Are you suggesting you'd do the same?" replied Hermione.
"No…" replied Zabini. "I would not be willing to be a submissive. We could be equals though. While I wouldn't be opposed to helping you explore your submissive side, if you ever wished, I wasn't fantasizing that type of relationship. I could draw up a list of things I have experience in that I'd be willing to share with you, if you're at all interested. Otherwise, why would I waste my time?"
They were nearing the dorms, so Hermione wanted to wrap it up.
"I'm not convinced, but that wouldn't have happened now anyways. I don't want to have a sexual relationship with someone I will regret after each encounter. And since you alluded to the potential of several encounters between us, I propose this: I will contemplate a sexual relationship with you, no promises mind, if you do two things for me," replied Hermione.
"This sounds lopsided to me already, but I'm listening," replied Zabini.
"First, I would like to spend some time with you to get to know you. If we discover we can't stand each other, it's probably a no-go, but there will be no hurt feelings. If we get along fairly decently, then we can talk particulars," proposed Hermione.
"Sounds reasonable," commented Zabini.
"The other is more of a favor, although I don't think it will cause you any inconvenience and you may rather enjoy it…" lead Hermione.
Blaise just cocked his eyebrow.
"How good are you with breaking off foreplay right before orgasm?" asked Hermione.