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Chapter 2
The endless rain wasn't helping her mood. Three fucking days it poured. Now here she was, sopping wet, walking back into the castle. Why did she agree to help Hagrid harvest ingredients in the rain? She knew these particular plants only matured in dreadful conditions.
"You look like shit."
She ignored the comment and kept walking.
"Fucking hell Granger. Didn't your mom teach you any manners?"
She wasn't in the mood for a confrontation.
"Too good to talk to me?"
Just keep walking Hermione.
"Fuck you. You're not worth my time anyways. Mudblood."
That did it. "What the fuck do you want Parkinson?"
The dark hair raven smiled. "Let's have a chat."
"Why would I talk to you?"
Pansy grabbed her shirt collars, "Luna tells me you've been having nightmares."
The look in her eyes were undeniable. She knew. Fuck. Luna and her big mouth. "And?" She tried to play it off. Maybe she didn't know.
"I'm just trying to help."
There was a mischievous glint behind the Slytherin's glare. What was she playing at? "How the hell are you going to help me with nightmares?"
Pansy licked Hermione's collar bone up to her chin, stopping short of touching her lips, "I can think of one way."
Hermione stopped breathing. What was happening? Did Pansy Parkinson just proposition her? Was Pansy gay? Was Hermione even interested?
Pansy nibbled her ear, "Stop it Granger. Stop thinking so much."
Hermione had to admit. The other witch did feel good against her. Pansy was warm and soft; her plump breasts pushed against Hermione's own. What would it feel like to touch another women?She had kissed Luna….and Luna had done things to her, but Luna wasn't Pansy.
Pansy was the embodiment of the perfect women. Her face was gorgeous; big beautiful eyes, sharp nose and full plump lips. She smooth slim neck led to perfect sized tits, just barely more than a handful. Her waist curved just perfectly, leading to a tight round ass. Then there were her legs. Hermione had always envied her legs; long, smooth and endless.
She briefly wonder what Pansy's pussy might look like. Hermione had never seen one up close, only her own. She had nothing to compare her own cunt to. She often wondered if what it looked like really did matter. She was sure that just everything else on Pansy, it was perfect. Hermione wanted to know what a perfect pussy looked like.
"Ok Parkinson, but not here."
Pansy smiled, "I know just the place." She led Hermione to the Whomping Willow. "No one will interrupt us here."
Hermione watched her crawl, ass up into the trunk and disappear. A shiver went down her spine. She hadn't been back near the tree since that night. She could still hear Moony's howl. She shook it off, knowing that Pansy was right. Not many people knew about the existence of the shrieking shack.
She followed Pansy into the trunk. Pansy pulled her up as soon as she appeared on the other side, "I invited a guest. Hope you don't mind."
Luna sat on the piano bench, lightly strumming the keys. She smiled when Hermione entered the room, "I told you I wanted to watch."
"Luna? What are-"
Pansy took the opportunity to silence Hermione with a kiss. She pulled away abruptly, leaving Hermione dazed. "Pay no attention to her. She's just a peeping tom." She squeezed Hermione's breasts, "Bigger than I thought and much firmer. Can I see them?"
It wasn't really a question. By the time Hermione could fully understand what she was asking, her shirt had been removed. Pansy traced the curves of her pushed up mounds, before pulling the offending fabric down. "Gorgeous." She pinched a nipple, exciting a moan from the witch, "Shame you hide them behind such hideous clothes."
Her fingers left a trail of goosebumps down to the waistband of Hermione's jeans. "Wet jeans can't be too comfortable. I think we should get you out of them." Pansy popped the button, "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold." She slid the zipper down.
Pansy's words floated like a siren's song, every syllable consumed Hermione. She swayed slightly, allowing Pansy to slip her jeans off. She gasped when the other witch's fingers slid along her still clothed slit. "So wet. Tell me Granger, is it the rain or did I do that?" She laughed when the words seem to elude Hermione.
Slowly, Pansy inched the soaked panties down, touching every inch of skin along the way. "Are you a virgin?" She smirked, "You don't have to lie. I know you're not a virgin. Drake told me all about your special night. You're quite brave. Even I wouldn't have taken the wolf." She dragged her tongue along Hermione slit. "But is this your first time with a girl?
Hermione eyes were glazed over. She nodded, unable to take her eyes off the witch bent down I front of her. Pansy licked her again, "I'll be gentle."
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