Pansy yawned and stretched, feeling incredibly content. Maybe it was the fact that she was in her own bed for the first time in months or the fact that, judging from the tiny, ornate clock on her bedside table, she had just slept for almost 12 hours. But the feeling almost certainly came from having Hermione beside her in bed.
About half an hour into their impromptu "nap", Hermione had freed Pansy from her bound position in the sofa. Pansy didn't have the clearest memory of what had happened, but she did remember Hermione being very apologetic about it. Pansy hadn't minded, really. If Hermione had some aggressive feelings to work through, then Pansy understood. It was enough that Hermione had helped her get into bed afterward. Pansy must have gone out like a light as soon as Hermione pulled the covers over her.
Hermione was sitting on the bed with her back propped up on the numerous small pillows that Pansy loved to have around her. She was wearing her usual maid outfit, which meant that Hermione had gotten up some time before. This was unsurprising, since Hermione had always woken up before Pansy did. How else would she prepare breakfast and retrieve the Daily Prophet for her mistress while Pansy was still slumbering? Pansy glanced at the small table in the middle of her room and saw the expected silver tray laden with tiny cups on saucers and a tray of biscuits. The paper was folded neatly beside it.
Hermione didn't seem to have noticed that Pansy had awoken. That was because her girlfriend was absorbed in an open book lying on her lap. Something about the sight made Pansy smile. Her girlfriend had gotten up to perform her normal maid duties and then settled back onto Pansy's bed with a book for company. Did she not want Pansy to wake up alone in the bed? Maybe she knew that Pansy slept much more deeply if Hermione was beside her.
"Good morning, love." Pansy said warmly, shifting over to kiss Hermione's bare shoulder.
"Good morning, Pansy." Hermione said, shifting her attention from her book to her girlfriend.
"You don't need to do that anymore. The tray, I mean. If you want to sleep in, you can." Pansy said kindly.
"Oh? And if I did? What would you do about breakfast?" Hermione asked doubtfully.
"I could manage." Pansy said, with far more confidence than she felt about the prospect.
Hermione's wry look told Pansy all she needed to know about how believable her statement was. In truth, Pansy had never cooked for herself in her life. There had always been a servant, either the older ones she had growing up, or the house-elves at Hogwarts, or Hermione herself, that would take care of it for her. Pansy only had to show up at the appointed time and there would be a meal waiting for her to eat. Such was the privilege of a pureblood in Wizarding society.
"Well, you could teach me a little." Pansy offered.
"I suppose I could, now that I can cast Aguamenti if things go wrong." Hermione teased, returning her attention to her book.
Pansy laughed. She might be inept in the kitchen, but she wouldn't end up starting a fire. Probably. Hopefully. It would be nice to have Hermione there to help her, regardless. Pansy was just starting to realize how everything seemed to be improved when Hermione was there. There was a sense of loneliness and unease that Pansy carried around with her at Hogwarts, and only now that it was gone did Pansy realize it. Having Hermione beside her made all the difference in the world, it seemed.
Pansy glanced at one of the windows in her room and saw light flakes of snow drifting past. Pansy whiled away several minutes in lazy comfort, looking out at the tips of the pine trees that surrounded the Parkinson Manor and listening to the sound of her girlfriend turning the page on her book every once in a while. Pansy wished moments like these would just keep going and that she would never have to worry about returning to Hogwarts, or worse, what would happen when she graduated. Pansy tried her best not to think about it, but that only made Pansy's mind start to focus on the future. And she couldn't stop thinking about it. Pansy needed a distraction. Thankfully, the potential for one was easily in reach. She just needed to get her girlfriend's attention.
Pansy leaned over to kiss the tip of Hermione's shoulder again. Her girlfriend was too absorbed in her book to give any sign that she had noticed. No matter. Pansy leaned closer and kissed higher on Hermione's shoulder until her lips had traveled to the strap that was holding her girlfriend's maid outfit up.
That did it. Hermione gave an exaggerated sigh and marked her place in the book before setting in on the bedside table. Hermione then turned back toward Pansy and kissed her lightly on the lips. Pansy kissed back with a little more insistence, which was quickly matched by Hermione. To Pansy's surprise, Hermione was the one to begin using her tongue first. Pansy opened her lips to accept it, greatly appreciating her newly-confident girlfriend's style. After only a few moments of this, Hermione pushed her down onto the bed and shifted until she was on top of Pansy. Hermione then found Pansy's hands with her own, made their fingers interlock, and held them down on either side of Pansy's head. It wasn't exactly the same as before, in the Room of Requirement. There, Hermione had an aggressive, tight grip on her wrists. This time, the pressure Hermione held Pansy's hands down with was firm, but not painful. It still delivered its intended message, however. It let Pansy know that Hermione had every intention of being the one in control right now. Her girlfriend broke off the kiss and raised herself up into a seating position, still keeping hold of Pansy's hands.
"So. Tomorrow is Christmas." Hermione stated, still catching her breath.
"It is." Pansy agreed, wondering where Hermione was going with this.
"You've already gotten me my gift. I need to give you one too. But the question is, what do you give the girl who has...everything?" Hermione asked, glancing around at Pansy's room.
"You don't need to get me anything." Pansy said hurriedly.
"And then it occurred to me." Hermione said, as if Pansy hadn't spoken.
"Yes?" Pansy asked, deeply curious now.
"We could switch. You could be my maid tomorrow. I think you'd like that." Hermione said, a slight smile on her face.
Pansy felt a definite tinge of excitement at the thought. Hermione, who had been looking closely at Pansy's reaction, smiled a little wider. She bent down to kiss Pansy again before raising herself up once more.
"So what do you say?" Hermione asked, sounding as if she already knew the answer.
"That sounds fun. But it also seems like another gift for you." Pansy pointed out in a teasing tone.
"Getting two gifts would be fitting, then, if I'm the Mistress and you're the maid." Hermione said, grinning rather wickedly at Pansy.
Pansy smiled at the thought. This would be exactly the kind of distraction she needed. Pansy had always wondered what it would be like to be the one fetching and curtsying, and she couldn't deny being interested, very interested actually, in Hermione taking a dominant attitude with her. Pansy only hoped that her possible ineptness would not be too much of a problem.
"Okay. We'll need to go over some things, though. Do you know how to curtsy? What about the daily chores? Or our clothing? And for meals, it might be a good idea-" Hermione said in a rush, her organizational mind whirring.
"That can wait, love, For now..." Pansy prompted gently, hoping that Hermione would remember what they had been in the middle of doing.
"Oh. Of course." Hermione said, shaking her head slightly.
Hermione thought for a moment, then let go of Pansy's hands. She scooted forward until her legs were on both sides of Pansy's head. Hermione then lifted her skirt, exposing the black lace knickers that were a part of her maid's outfit. Pansy, who appreciated the view in front of her very much, did not immediately pay attention to the indicated area. Instead, Pansy chose to plant kisses around Hermione's inner thighs, and only occasionally delivering a kiss to the front of Hermione's knickers. Listening to Hermione's soft sighs and feeling the slowly increasing wetness on her lips from the damp spot on Hermione's knickers was a very enjoyable way to do foreplay.
Eventually, Hermione felt that enough was enough, judging from the way she drew her thighs inward so that Pansy could no longer turn her neck to kiss them. Hermione then pulled her black lace knickers to the side, exposing her pussy and letting Pansy know, in no uncertain terms, where she needed to pay attention to. Pansy got the message and began using her tongue to give Hermione's pussy the attention it deserved.
Hermione instantly let out a louder moan, before starting to move her hips against Pansy's mouth. Pansy could remember the first time she had given Hermione oral sex; it had been on the parlor sofa, and Hermione had been so embarrassed that she had hidden her face under her hair at the time. Now, Hermione was starting to ride Pansy's face without a trace of embarrassment on her part. As much fun as it had been to see her girlfriend blush, Pansy rather liked this new, confident Hermione that didn't hesitate to let Pansy know what she wanted when it came to making love.
Minutes passed in which Pansy continued to lick Hermione's pussy. It was easy to tell which places gave her girlfriend the most pleasure, as they were the places which caused Hermione's moans to ratchet higher, or to squeeze her thighs tighter around Pansy's head. But it was the moment when Hermione suddenly grabbed the headboard with both hands and moved her hips with the greatest intensity yet that told Pansy that Hermione was nearing orgasm. Pansy thought briefly about letting up with her tongue in order to delay Hermione's climax but rejected the idea quickly. She wasn't at all confident that Hermione wouldn't take out her new wand if Pansy attempted to tease her like that.
Hermione began letting out her customary loud shrieks. It was a good thing that nobody else was here, or the volume of Hermione's shrieks would have likely traveled through every room in the manor. Pansy was actually thankful that Hermione's thighs helped cover her ears, so she didn't have to be distracted when it came to using her tongue to extend her girlfriend's climax as long as possible.
Finally, after more than a minute, Hermione quieted down and sagged next to the headboard in front of her, using it to hold herself up. Her eyes were closed in temporary exhaustion, but she soon opened them to peer down at Pansy.
"Wow. We need to do that more often." Hermione remarked tiredly.
"If that's what you desire, Mistress." Pansy said teasingly, trying out the word for herself.
"Ooo. I think I could get used to that." Hermione said, raising her eyebrows in approval.
Pansy began to deliver slow, gentle licks to Hermione's pussy. The slight quiver that went through her girlfriend's body raised Pansy's hopes that Hermione might want a second round. But instead, Hermione lifted herself off of Pansy and sat back down at the foot of the bed.
"Later, maybe. We do have a lot to go over." Hermione said, a lecturing note in her voice.
"We will. But after a shower, I think." Pansy said, getting up from her prone position and moving herself to sit at the edge of the bed.
Hermione automatically got off the bed before catching herself. Pansy could tell that Hermione had reacted to the word "shower" by getting up with the intention of leaving to go warm it up for Pansy. It made Pansy smile sadly, knowing that their past routines couldn't be discarded so easily. That would take a conscious effort on both of their parts, and in this case, it would start by Pansy doing a few things herself.
"I'll go turn it on this time. You can join me there, if you want, love." Pansy offered, standing up from the bed.
"I might, if I can finish the next chapter quickly enough. I was rudely interrupted by somebody before I could finish it." Hermione said lightly, picking up the book she had set down on the table.
Pansy knew that Hermione was not truly annoyed at being interrupted, but she was glad that her girlfriend was comfortable enough to speak up about it. The old Hermione would have said nothing more than "Yes, Mistress." if Pansy asked her to join her in the shower. It made for a much more fascinating, complex, and fulfilling relationship when her love said what she thought, instead of what she thought Pansy wanted to hear.
