A/N Hello! This chapter is a bit shorter than others, but I just wanted to get a few points out of the way before the real action starts happening in Chapter 3. So the usual.
I disclaim Harry Potter.
This is FEMSLASH which is FEMALE to FEMALE. THESE CHARACTERS ARE SAPPHISTS!
The following sotry has been rated M.
Pansy grinned wickedly at the girl who's life she was ruining. It gave her such joy to control her surroundings, and if something didn't fall her way, she'd make it happen. At Hogwarts, Pansy was the law. The petite, timid girl in front of her had tried to make a move on Draco, and now she had to pay. Not that this was an incredibly heinous offence (their were girls on a waiting list to get into Draco's pants), but this girl obviously did not know who Pansy Parkinson was. Besides, she was an easy target and Pansy wanted to hear someone cry. It would be a good end to a good school day. So now there were photos taped all over the hallways, of the brunette eating out another girl. Of course, it was photo-shopped, but the students at Hogwarts loved a scandal more than they loved the truth. Pansy tuned out the girls pathetic tears of forgiveness, and just walked away. The damage was done, and Pansy reaped the benefits.
Walking out the doors, she looked around for Draco and his Porsche convertible who would be waiting for her. She saw him and gave a seductive smile, stalking towards the car. She opened the door and got in, he smirked and zoomed off, burning more rubber than necessary. Her hand inched over and grabbed his crotch while she whispered promises of x rated pleasures. Maybe she'd have a quickie before her party. Or maybe not.
Pansy and Draco's relationship was a complex one. For starters, they weren't even dating. They just screwed around, and when the need came, they'd screw together. The confusion of their status as a couple played right into their hands, however. Guys wanted Pansy more because she was good enough that Draco kept being with her. Draco was more of a late night stand man. Draco would get sympathy from other girls who knew Pansy was a bitch and the guys respected him because Pansy was very picky. Sometimes they would even play fight, so as to get attention. The good thing about being Pansy or Draco was that no one questioned you. And that they knew they had each other. Deep down, they were in love. 1000 leagues under the sea down.
Draco grew harder under her hand, shifted the gear, and turned onto the highway for a 'Pansy Detour' as he called it. He tilted his seat back slightly as Pansy used her diligent fingers to quickly unzip his pants and pull him out to stroke. The rushing air from the open top and the girls ministration had him rock hard in moments. She leaned over and licked the tip of his impressively sized cock, before taking his head head in her wet cavern, sucking lightly. Draco groaned slightly and reached under body to shift gears 'accidentally' brushing her hardening nipples. She moaned, and then began to bob and slurp up and down, licking, sucking and swirling her tongue. She reached further into his pants to lightly cup his balls. She increased her pace, and his hips started bucking, shoving himself further in. Pansy responded by opening her throat and humming slightly, allowing him to shove as deep as he wanted. "Oh jeez, pans" he breathed and thrust deeply into her throat. She gagged and the feel of the throat tightening around him pushed him over the edge. She milked him out and then pulled away, a trail of cum/saliva drawing back with her. He looked over at her as she licked her lips and zipped his jean back up.
"You're still the best blow job I've had, Pans."
"Damn straight. If by some miracle that changes, you tell me who so I can rip her pretty lips off."
"But darling, who says it's a she?"
"Now now dearest, don't go insulting my intelligence. Blaise has been trying to put his cock in one of your orifices since freshman year, and you still haven't agreed."
"Touche. I've never been one for canal pals. Besides, you're too good of a lay to let go."
Pansy slapped his arm playfully. There was something about him that could bring out the closest thing to a romantic in her. They drove back home in peace.
Luna was stretched out on Hermione's bed, languidly flipping though a magazine filled with emaciated Prada blonds, and Calvin Klein perfumes. She had come over to Hermion'es condo only to find her in the shower. She decided to wait and tried to distract herself with magazines, but to no avail. The images of Hermione lathering up in the steamy shower kept drifting though Luna's mind. It was unfortunate to have a crush that was not reciprocated. It was worse when the crush had turned to love and the friend was female. It had began the day Hermione approached them during lunch. At first, Luna thought that the offer for friendship was a cruel joke being played by one of the most popular girls in school. But it turned out it wasn't, and Luna gladly accepted the friendship of the gorgeous 'it' girl.
italicFlashback
Pondering the contents of her sandwich, Luna chewed slowly, barely listening to whatever her brother rambled on about. It was most likely something she was NOT interested in, like sports. Her and Harry were complete opposites like their hair, but they did have one thing in common. They were both into girls. That was a secret she had indulged Harry in last year. Still engrossed with her sandwich, she was startled back to reality at a sharp jab to her side.
"Don't look now, but here comes Malibu Barbie."
Of course, Luna turned around and looked for the girl in question and her eyes widened. She had seen beautiful girls before, but never one like this girl. It had something to do with the way she made the Blue Cult jeans look punk-y rather than preppy, or the fact that she made the brown hair/brown eyes combo look exotic. Seeing that they had noticed her, the girl gave a small smile, and it blew Luna's mind. This had never happened to her, especially not with a girl so out of her league. She sat down at their table, and began to talk.
"Hey, I see you guys are new here. My names Hermione Granger."
Both Potters were silent.
"Jeez, guys I'm not gonna bite! I just came by to say hello and to welcome you to our school. How've things been for you?"
She seemed genuine enough, enough that Harry began to speak. Luna was still a little shell shocked and suspicious,
"My name's Harry, and so far, so good. I'm guessing the people here don't like newcomers very much though, haha."
Hermione gave an apologetic grin, "It's a.. mannerism I think we pick up. But you haven't said anything yet, are you two related?"
Not knowing she was being spoken too, Luna glanced off in the distance.
"Helllo..? Are you in there?" Hermione waved a hand in front of Luna's dazed face, and the girl almost jumped.
"I- uh-I'm- what?"
The brunette threw her head back and gave a small laugh, "I was just questioning your relationship to Harry."
All intelligent conversation had left Luna's brain for the moment, so she tried to settle for simple answers. No further embarrassment needed. "Oh, I'm Luna, his twin."
At this, the other girls eyebrow raised, no doubt noticing the color difference between them.
"We're fraternal, but don't ask how this," Harry answered, waving his hand in the direction of his and Luna's hair, "ever happened. We're pretty sure Luna's the love child."
A punch in the arm left Harry aching and Luna rubbing her fist.
"Sorry about him, he's delusional." Luna's smile widened as Hermione laughed hard.
"Haha, alright, well if you ever need anything you can just ask me. Oh and a tip?" her voice dropped conspiratorially, "Absolutely do not get on Pansy Parkinson's bad side." And with that, she jaunted off leaving a gaping Luna, and Harry laughing at Luna's dumbfounded look.
End Flashback /italic
The door opened, and Luna kept her eyes trained at the crease of the magazine she was holding.
"Oh! Hey Luna, you should have knocked or something. Haha! I may have come out naked!"
Luna's cheeks tinged a slight pink and just laughed along with the towelled girl.
"Yeah, haha I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a concert tonight. I heard some really good bands will be there."
When Hermione didn't answer, Luna glanced over to see her rifling through her closet, keeping her back to Luna at all times.
"Hermione?"
"Oh.. Yeah.. Well Pansy's having this party tonight at Alchemy, and I was invited.." Hermione turned around still clutching her towel and biting her lip. Luna's eyes narrowed as she spit back, "And I wasn't."
"Well, I mean, you know how Pansy is! She can be such a-"
"Royal bitch, I know. It's whatever, not like I care what skanks like her say."
"Luna-"
"No, Hermione, it's fine. You go get shitfaced and table dance or whatever, and I will go to that concert downtown. It sounds more fun than a stupid party anyways." And with that, Luna left the room leaving Hermione with unshed tears.
Harry was sipping on his coffee as his Helio Ocean vibrated violently on the table. Getting condescending stares from the other patrons at the Internet cafe, he picked it up quickly to see a text message from Hermione.
HEY, R U THERE? U BETTR B
He paused before responding. Hermione never used shorthand unless she was in trouble or upset.
YES, WHAT'S UP?
I SCREWED UP WITH LUNA.
WHAT ABOUT?
PANSY. JUST DO ME A FAVOR, CONVINCE LUNA 2 GO 2 CLUB WHATEVA U HAV 2. I WANNA MAKE IT UP 2 HER.
Aha, that was why. Luna was jealous.
AHA, WILL DO. C U L8R GIRL.
:)
Harry set down his mobile device, and waited for Luna to meet him at Starbucks. It didn't take long for the young woman to get there. She stormed in, and threw herself in her chair, her eyebrows clenched together so tight she had a unibrow, and huffing slightly. Part of Harry wanted to laugh, and the other part wanted to hold her. He knew she put up with a lot of crap with Hermione. The girl was naively clueless to Luna's affections, but for now that was probably a good thing. Being a homosexual was no disease, but most people seemed to shy away from it and ostracize individuals as if it was leprosy. His poor sister had enough of that at the last school they attended, and her secret had stayed under wraps so far at Hogwarts. Hell, no one knew apart from him. Luna had been keeping herself entirely celibate since she met Hermione. Which for Luna, was quite a feat.
"What's wrong? Did 'The L Word' get cancelled or something?"
The glare that Luna gave could've made Hitler cry. "No, you dipshit. I just can't believe she'd do that to me! I am way more a friend than Pansy is!"
"...and I still have no clue what happened. But I assume 'she' is Hermione?"
Luna sighed and rubbed her temples. "Yes, it was Hermione. She got invited to some 'awesome' shindig by Pansy, and of course, I was not invited," she sniffed, "Not that matters, but why would Hermione ditch me like this?!"
"Did she?"
"Did she what?" she snapped.
"Did she really ditch you? You guys didn't have any plans for tonight, at least none that you told me about."
"Get off your omniscent high horse. I don't tell you everything."
"Ah, but when it involves Hermione you do."
Luna stared at Harry, silently fuming. He was right, and she knew it. She was completely overreacting, but she would never admit that to her brother. Harry watched her carefully, and decided that the best course of action would be for him to let her think SHE came up with the club idea.
"Luna.. I know you're jealous-" Her eyes flared and he raised his hand, "Ah uh, wait till I'm done. I know your jealous I can see that, but you can't just run around yelling at everyone else about your problems. You need to be pro-active about it. How do you EVER expect to put the moves on Hermione if you run away each time you have an opportunity."
"What do you MEAN opportunity?! She always takes my opportunity AWAY! Like tonight!" she huffed again, "I had a perfect concert to go to, and she turned my down for a social orgy!"
"Go with the flow, Luna."
"What the hell do you mean?"
Harry put his face in his hands and said, "Ugh, you can be so dense sometimes! The club itself is not Pansy's. Even though she's having a party, it's still open to the high class public..."
Comprehension dawned on her face, "I'm a part of the high class public! I could go there, and steal Hermione away! Oh I can just see it now... Hermione dancing with some dude, and I'll just slip in and.."
Her eyes sort of zoned out, no doubt think about a hot, dancing Hermione. Harry let her fantasize for a moment, taking a cigarette break. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. His eyes closed for a brief moment of bliss, until he snapped back to reality when he realized his jack was gone. Luna had stolen it and began puffing on it like a fiend.
"I thought you didn't smoke?" Harry asked with an amused grin on his face.
"I thought you didn't smoke." She shot back. He shrugged and replied,
"So what are you going to wear?"
Her face went from smile to frown in less than half a second. Harry chuckled
"I see. We're going shopping."
A/N
Hopefully you won't have to wait too long for the next chappie. It'll really depend on the finals I have now and my motivation. But thanks for reading!