Gryffindors
Yes, I miss my girlfriend. Sue me. Hope you enjoy.
"Harder," she groaned, lifting her hips off the bed in order to meet the wet mouth hanging inches above her warm center. "Harder, God."
Pansy trailed her tongue lazily down Hermione's clit, pleased to see the girl tremble and fall back onto the mattress. She began to suck for good measure, confident that this would keep the girl in position for a bit longer.
She suddenly stopped her ministrations. "So, how about that essay, Granger?"
"Pansy," the brunette said, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face was flushed. "I'll do every essay until Christmas if you just keep going."
Pansy couldn't help but smirk. Gryffindors.