A/N: Starting a "12 Days 'til Christmas" series of one-shots. Beginning today! Should be mostly smut, depending on the day. Today's pair… Pansy/Fleur. Fleur is back at Hogwarts to retake the N.E.W.T.S., her English is way better too! Don't ask, I was trying to come up with something random that worked with some inkling of plot. For those of you who don't know, pute means whore in French. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or Hogwarts, if I did I'd be rich…. Yadda yadda, blah, blah, blah. :D
Fleur moved swiftly down the empty corridor, it was 10 o'clock and she just finished up a meeting with Dumbledore. She had to retake the "British version" of the N.E.W.T.S. if she wanted to qualify for a job in Britain. It wasn't Fleur's decision; so to speak, Bill wanted her to retake them, just in case. She sighed, oh Bill, how she loved him to death, and how she couldn't wait to see him in a minute. She had a sexy surprise for him that they could both enjoy; she could feel the lingerie barely covering her most intimate parts.
Dim light seeped from the barely-there crack in the door of an empty classroom and strange noises came from inside. Fleur's curiosity piqued and she pushed the door open a crack more, making sure the corridor was empty. Fleur wasn't even sure if what she saw next was real. Romilda Vane, a girl she barely knew, laid there, legs spread, half naked. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, "Oh yes Bill! Right there!" Bill Weasley's head sat square in between her legs, his tongue furiously working at the Slytherins' clit.
Fleur whirled around, furious. "Cette pute!" she muttered, blindly striding down the corridor, not caring where she was going. That is, until Fleur bumped into yet another famed Slytherin pute. Pansy Parkinson. "Get out of my way." Fleur spat, accent slipping in her rage.
"Well aren't we angry today?" Pansy mused, grinning and unmoving.
"Move it."
"May I ask why you're so pissed?" she mocked.
"No! You may no–"
At that moment Pansy tackled the French belle in a tongue-filled kiss. Fleur, in her raging jealousy, got an idea. Make Bill regret it. So she gave Pansy's arse a hard squeeze. They fell clumsily into a nearby broom closet. She straddled Fleur, ripping her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. "Oh yes." she muttered. Fleur shucked her bra and skirt, leaving just a scrap of black fabric covering her cunt, Pansy did the same. The Slytherin slowly kissed her way down the other girls jaw and along her collarbone, making her moan. She worked her way over Fleur's luscious breasts and dug her nails into Pansy's back as teeth pinched each nipple.
Pansy's mouth suddenly hovered over Fleur's clit, her fingers stroking at her entrance. "Tell me how much you want it." She whispered.
"I want you to finger and suck me until I'm lost, past screaming your name." she breathed, "Just do it."
Pansy rammed her fingers in with ease, her tongue immediately going to work at Fleur's clit. Her toes curled at the sudden stream of pleasure ebbing away at her control. The fingers stopped and Pansy's tongue flicked faster at the girl's clit. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her as Fleur inched over the edge into orgasm. Her hips arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Pansy stopped her ministrations as Fleur came down from her high, smirking at the sight of Fleur in such a vulnerable state because of Pansy herself.
Breathing hard, Fleur thought, Oh yeah, Bill is going to pitch a fit when he hears about this. She smiled, falling asleep with Pansy at her side.