Warnings: Intimate scene, but nothing explicit, like always :)
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The List
by CreatorZorah
Episode 4
Pansy closed her eyes. Granger was massaging her legs and she was getting really good. It's been three weeks since Pansy blackmailed Granger. She couldn't even imagine how she would live without a slave and such an eager and obedient one at that. The mudblood was a perfect slave. Though, mudbloods had to serve pure-bloods. It was appropriate. Right?
She bit her lips as she felt Granger's tongue moving up the ankle to her knee. Pansy really hoped that she would be able to make Granger be her slave permanently. Perhaps Granger would even live with her. That would be great.
Suddenly she felt Granger doing something completely inappropriate. Pansy's eyes snapped open and she wanted to beat the mudblood up for defiling the most intimate part of her body. As a proper pure-blood Pansy had to wait until the marriage for having sex. And when she had told Granger to improvise to please her, she most certainly hadn't meant that. Why was she doing it with her tongue, for Merlin's sake?!
Pansy grabbed the mudblood by the hair and wanted to pull her away, but found herself enjoying it. Instead she moaned with pleasure. Instead of beating the mudblood up, Pansy was stroking her hair, encouraging her to continue. Because that was the best thing she had ever experienced. No, she wouldn't let the mudblood go. No chance in hell.
Hermione stopped only when Pansy pushed her head away almost an hour later. She had no idea why she had done that. Hermione was so focused on pleasing Pansy that she forgot she didn't have to do anything, she was forced into slavery. Pansy was supposed to be her enemy, not someone to have casual sex with. Her first time was with Parkinson! She sat down and cried.
"For Merlin's sake, you're insane, Granger," Pansy said, breathing heavily.
"Oh go to hell, Parkinson!" Hermione exclaimed and immediately felt Pansy slapping her on the cheek.
"I didn't force you to do that," Parkinson said, sitting up beside her. "So don't blame me."
"You told me to please you."
"There was nothing sexual about our rela... I mean... Oh, trollspit, I'm confused as hell because of your stunt, mudblood."
"And you dare to blame me now, inbred bitch?!" Hermione roared.
"What did your filthy mudblood mouth just say?!" Pansy demanded.
But Hermione wasn't thinking clearly. "I said, inbred..."
Hermione's eyes widened, because she found Pansy kissing her all of sudden. How did this hell happened? Hermione kissed her back. Was that some sort of Stockholm syndrome? She was going insane. Because there was no sane reason to enjoy kissing Parkinson. Pansy was evil, Pansy humiliated her, made her do all these horrible things. No, she was definitely going insane. And why was Parkinson kissing her?
Pansy was standing before the door in hesitation. What the bloody hell happened?
"It changes nothing between us, Granger," she muttered.
"Sure," the mudblood said with a smile. Pansy could swear that this time it was a genuine smile.
Pansy frowned. "I'm serious."
"Of course, Mistress."
Pansy sighed and opened the door. "See you tomorrow, Hermione."