Pansy held up the walnut wand and saw how fully Hermione was focused on it. How many years of seeing other children perform magic had Hermione been forced to watch as a child? It must have been heartrending to know that she could do the same if only she had a wand to use. But it had been cruelly denied to her and other mudbloods because they didn't have magical parents.
Pansy, like other pureblood children, had received her wand at the age of 7. Her wand was made of elm, which had pleased her parents, as Ollivander was quick to mention that elm wands tended to favor those with the purest blood. All Pansy had known was that the springy, 10 and 1/2 inch elm wand with unicorn hair felt warm and friendly in her hand.
She could still remember the first spell she had cast with it. It had been outside Ollivanders a few minutes after leaving the shop. Apparently, receiving her wand was not enough for Pansy at that age, as she remembered demanding a double-scoop sundae from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Her mother had told her it was too close to dinnertime. 7-year-old Pansy had responded to this outrageous refusal by soaking her mother with a jet of water from her new wand, which resulted in it being taken away for a day or two.
Hermione never had an experience like that. A cringe-inducing experience, to be sure, as Pansy wasn't sure how anyone had managed to tolerate her at that age. But an important memory nevertheless. It had to be better than mournfully watching other children get what was denied to her.
But this wouldn't really be the first time Hermione would use a wand, would it? Because Hermione had been sharing the dream in Hogwarts all this time. They had spent the last hour talking to each other and confirming exactly what was happening. Hermione had been spending her waking hours mindlessly toiling in the manor, playing the part of the humble mudblood maid for Pansy's parents. But when Hermione slept, she woke up in Hogwarts.
Hermione's eyes had a far-away look in them when she talked about how wonderful the dream Hogwarts was. She didn't have to curtsy or keep silent while others talked. She didn't need to pretend to be dull. And though insults still came Hermione's way occasionally in the dream, being a muggleborn was something that didn't have to define her.
But most importantly, she had a wand to use. Hermione told Pansy of the moment where she had taken the 10 and 3/4 inch vinewood wand with dragon heartstring out of her robes and realized she could use it to cast whatever spell she wanted. Hermione's formerly depressing habit of reading spellbooks without any hope of casting the spells in them paid off for her here, as she found that after a little practice, casting them was positively easy.
In fact, the friends Hermione had, Ron Weasley and this "Harry Potter", looked to her for help with their own schoolwork. Hermione had never really believed in the propaganda the Ministry continually put out about purebloods being the most skilled and deserving magic users, though a part of her had wondered whether it was really true. But Ron Weasley was a pureblood, and seeing his mediocre magic ability had convinced Hermione that it wasn't true after all. Curiously, Hermione sounded like she was going to mention someone else's spellwork in addition to Ron but quickly stopped after glancing at Pansy, who did her best not to take offense at what she suspected Hermione was going to say.
That, and the fact that Hermione had not confided in her in the dream was making Pansy feel a little ill-tempered. Sure, Pansy hadn't told Hermione the exact truth, but Hermione hadn't told her anything at all. Even when Pansy had opened up about the "dream", which Hermione had known was reality, Hermione had acted as if she knew nothing about it.
Pansy wasn't happy, but she couldn't blame Hermione for doing that. She knew how hard it was for Hermione to trust any pureblood, and though Pansy had treated her quite kindly, Hermione had received the same impression from Pansy that she had gotten from other purebloods she had known: That she didn't treat muggleborns as equals worthy of respect and consideration. That was Pansy's fault, and it was something she was determined to make up for.
All the same, Pansy felt somewhat sour as she held up the walnut wand. Pansy was used to complete loyalty from her maid, and even knowing that she didn't deserve it, the feeling of being deceived was making her face tight. Not that Hermione even noticed, as her only concern was for the wand Pansy was holding.
"From what I've read, wands have allegiances. I found this wand after someone abandoned it in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, so I think I'm its current owner. If you want to use it properly, you'll have to take it from me." Pansy said evenly.
Hermione looked at Pansy's face, then to the wand, then back at Pansy. She stepped forward and reached out to take the wand, but Pansy pulled her hand back. She was torn between guilt at seeing the surprise on Hermione's face and the desire to relieve some of the hurt feelings inside her. Pansy's aim wasn't to make Hermione upset, though.
While trying to locate a wand for Hermione, Pansy had visited the library to look up information about wands. The one obscure book on wandlore that Pansy managed to find did not go into tremendous detail about a wand's allegiance. The author said that a wand must be "won", but what constituted "winning" was left to the reader's speculation. Would it be enough for Hermione to take it out of her hand, or was more required? Pansy didn't know. She might as well make it a little more difficult, though, just to be sure.
"You're going to have to do better than that, love." Pansy said, shaking her head.
Hermione fixed her with a look very reminiscent of the dream Hermione. Which made sense, as they were one and the same. Hermione reached for the wand again, and again Pansy pulled her hand back. This time, Hermione quickly stepped forward into Pansy's personal space to grab at it again. Pansy tried to back up, but Hermione had successfully taken hold of the top part of the wand.
Letting go was probably okay to do now, but she didn't. Maybe Pansy was feeling more raw than she thought. Hermione's attempt at yanking the wand out of hand was making her irrationally angry, and they struggled for a few seconds before Pansy realized she was losing. As a pureblood witch, Pansy's life of leisure didn't include a lot of physical activity. Hermione, on the other hand, had spent the last few months scrubbing the floors. It was more than enough for Hermione to be able to outmatch Pansy, who felt her grip on the wand slipping.
Was it Pansy's imagination, or did the walnut wand feel different in her hand now? Before, it had the same feeling of warmth and comfort that her own wand did. But ever since Hermione had grabbed it, the feeling fluctuated between warmth and coolness, and now that Pansy was barely holding onto it, it felt distinctly cold in her hand. Was the process working the other way around for Hermione?
Sparks shot out of the end of the wand Pansy was holding and she immediately let go. Pansy quickly brushed at the front of her dress, fearing that it might catch fire, but thankfully, none of the sparks caught. Hermione, breathing as hard as Pansy was, had a look of both triumph and wonder as she gazed at the wand she was holding.
"You didn't have to do that." Pansy said, grumbling.
"I didn't. It was the wand, I think." Hermione said, still gazing at it.
Pansy said nothing. It was ridiculous to feel rejected by a wand, especially when her own was still in her purse. And the whole point was to give it to Hermione. Still, Pansy had to work to feel pleased with how happy her maid was. Hermione raised the wand and shot multicolored silk streamers into the air with a look of delight.
"It works just like in the dream!" Hermione exclaimed, watching the streamers arc and fall across the room.
Pansy did her best to set her feelings aside and enjoy the sight in front of her. This wasn't really about her, after all. Hermione was now Vanishing the streamers on the ground with a look of deep satisfaction. It must have been quite nice to easily deal with refuse instead of having to carry it to the trash bin behind the manor.
Hermione then pointed her wand at Pansy, who felt a bit of trepidation. Hermione whispered a spell that Pansy had once used on her. A second later, Pansy felt her bra unhook itself behind her.
"Hey!" Pansy said, in no small amount of surprise.
Pansy felt her cheeks reddening, especially because of the amused look on Hermione's face. But she had no room to complain. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
"Hold still." Hermione said with a trace of the loftiness she had shown in the Room of Requirement, still pointing the wand at Pansy.
Pansy did as Hermione asked. One by one, the buttons on the back of her dress undid themselves. Pansy's breath sped up as she felt her dress beginning to loosen. One last button remained before it would fall off her shoulders. Hermione looked at Pansy questioningly, who nodded in the same way Hermione had nodded to her hours before.
The last button was undone, and Pansy's dress fell to her ankles along with her bra, leaving Pansy clad only in her deep violet knickers. Pansy reflexively crossed her arms over her chest, quite unused to being the one in this position. Pansy couldn't remember anyone daring to use a wand on her before, and her own wand was still in her purse across the room. The feeling of being completely at her maid's mercy was exciting, though. Hopefully, the dark color of her knickers was concealing evidence of Pansy's excitement, but from the knowing look on Hermione's face, it might not have been.
"Over to the sofa." Hermione said with a smile, not bothering to pretend that it wasn't an order.
Pansy turned and walked over to the sofa, although her speed wasn't to Hermione's satisfaction, judging from the light smack she felt on her ass. Pansy, her face reddening in both pique and embarrassment, turned to glare at Hermione, who simply flicked her wand again. The invisible smack to her ass that followed was hard enough to convince Pansy to shelve her pride and hurry to the sofa.
Keen to no longer present her butt as a target, Pansy sat down on the sofa as soon she reached it. Hermione slowly walked over, still holding her wand on Pansy. Her maid looked as if she quite enjoyed being on this end of the proceedings for once. Pansy, of course, had never used her wand on Hermione, who would have been unable to fight back. But she had dominated Hermione enough in the past without it that her maid evidently felt that the scales needed to be tipped back into balance.
"Sit back on the sofa and put your arms over your head." Hermione ordered, undermining the severity of her voice with a smile that she couldn't hide.
Pansy did as Hermione ordered, wondering where she was going with this. Hermione arranged Pansy's hands until they were clasped together above her head and in contact with the sofa. Hermione then twirled her wand in a tiny circular motion before pointing her wand at Pansy's hands. Immediately afterward, Pansy felt her hands press themselves to the sofa. Hermione seemed to have applied a Sticking Charm there. Pansy tried to pull her hands away, but it was in vain. Hermione's spellwork seemed flawless, even when she was casting spells she had never cast in reality. The only thing Pansy could take comfort in was that it was not a Permanent Sticking Charm, as it couldn't be applied to living things.
Pansy had no way to escape or even cover herself now. She could still talk, but she kept quiet. If Pansy spoke up, she wouldn't put it past her maid to use a Silencing Charm on her as well, considering that Pansy had used one on Hermione in the dream. Hermione took her time before settling down on the sofa beside her. Now that Pansy was completely helpless, she lowered her wand. Hermione then reached out with a finger to brush the front of Pansy's knickers softly, feeling the wetness there. Pansy gasped at the electrifying touch.
"Even though you absolutely deserve this, I'd feel bad about doing it. Except you seem to like it so much..." Hermione said with a smile full of amusement.
Pansy nodded, her cheeks red. She wanted Hermione to rub her harder. But Hermione continued to gently glide her finger over Pansy's knickers. Hermione, possibly because of her upbringing, had a sense of patience that Pansy, who had everything handed to her, had never developed. Pansy had no way of knowing how long Hermione could drag this out for. She could only squirm a slight amount, not wanting to provoke another Sticking Charm to anywhere else on her body.
"A few questions, then. Do you want me to do this more in the future?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at Pansy.
Pansy was silent for a moment. Truth be told, she most definitely wanted Hermione to dominate her in the future. But if she admitted it, that would mean signing up for other embarrassments later. If she didn't, then moments like this would be few and far between. Pansy weighed the pros and cons for a few seconds before nodding again.
"Okay. Next question. How long were you going to put off giving me this wand?" Hermione asked, a trace of annoyance in her voice.
"I wasn't putting it off! I was going to give it to you after we took a nap." Pansy protested.
"After you wanted to nap, you mean. And after you wanted to have sex." Hermione said, the lecturing tone from the dream returning.
Pansy thought about continuing to defend herself, but didn't bother to try. Hermione was going to punish her in whatever way her maid had decided, if in fact she had decided to do that. After Pansy nodded in acquiescence, Hermione raised her wand again. Pansy prepared herself for whatever was coming, but her maid simply used her wand to slide Pansy's knickers down.
"That was what...2 hours ago? Teasing you for the next 2 hours sounds fair." Hermione said in a thoughtful tone, moving her fingers back down to gently brush against Pansy's bare pussy.
"You can't! Please!" Pansy said desperately, marveling at how quickly she was reduced to begging.
"I can do whatever I want right now. And if you want to take some time off the clock, try begging more." Hermione said, leaning closer to kiss Pansy's neck.
The minutes ticked by slowly as Pansy did indeed beg. Her pride had completely flown out the window as Hermione continued to gently tease Pansy's pussy with her finger. The moments where Pansy felt Hermione make brief contact with her clit was enough to take her breath away, and afterward, Pansy's begging ratcheted up higher every time. In contrast to the patient teasing of her fingers, Hermione's lips were more forceful. She kissed Pansy's neck at the exact spot Pansy liked to kiss hers, and Pansy quickly figured out that Hermione wasn't the only one to have a sensitive spot there.
After what felt like days but was probably less than half an hour, Hermione finally quit teasing her. Pansy gasped loudly as Hermione started to rub her clit, rolling it between her fingers. As exquisitely primed as Pansy was, it was only about 10 seconds before her orgasm crashed through her. Pansy was dimly aware of letting out very Hermione-like shrieks as she came, and squirmed as hard as her position on the sofa would allow.
By the time Pansy had come down from her climax, she realized that Hermione didn't seem to be beside her anymore. There was something warm in her lap, however. Pansy looked down and saw that Hermione had settled down on the sofa and seemed to be using Pansy's lap as a pillow.
Was her maid actually going to sleep without releasing Pansy from this position? Pansy briefly considered complaining, but honestly, she didn't have the energy to do so. Pansy was absolutely exhausted now, and considering the number of times she had used Hermione as her own personal pillow, this was probably what she deserved. At least Hermione's bushy hair was giving her a little bit of warmth.
The last thing Pansy thought before sleep overtook her was: What exactly had she unleashed here with her maid?