2.
The week dragged on as per quite usual. Pansy was eeking out her work until the time she was officially allowed to leave, having actually done all she could with the requests she was given by her superior. She'd love to find a different job, but this one was okay, and she knew that there weren't many wizarding law firms that were as easy going as this one, so she took the odd slow day as it came. She was next in line to be promoted to office senior, something she had been hoping would happen for a while now. Pay wasn't brilliant, but since the hassle was similarly low, she took it without a squabble.
Her mind drifted back a fair few times to the weekend before, when she was twice confronted with a rather gorgeous specimen of a female; once in the club, when she had been snogged, and grabbed, by a beautiful blonde woman, one whom she was very keen to get to know better. The other was Ginny Weasley, once her schoolmate, a year below her, and nothing much to write home about back then, but nowadays rather attractive. She had looked her up in the back catalogue of the Daily Prophet and Quidditch Monthly during one of her slow afternoons, and found stacks of articles of matches she had played for the Holyhead Harpies (something that left her cold in itself, as Quidditch wasn't her main interest, but having been able to see some of her heroic saves and spectacular swoops, she was beginning to see the point of following the game a bit more. If only to see this particular Seeker a bit more often in action…).
The one thing that she had been confused about was the necklace the blonde was wearing last week. It was similar to the one Draco had worn, to give him a different appearance, as he had been very keen to keep any kind of attention away from himself. The public might know he was as gay as she was, but his parents weren't too happy with the times he had been in the Prophet with a bloke trying to get inside his pants or a tongue down his throat. They had been cited as a Loving Couple a few times by the rag, which made them both giggle like teenagers, but really, there had never been much truth in it. Apart from the times they deliberately used each other for either company, sex or an alibi. Draco was good at playing the straight boyfriend, even in bed… But the blonde beauty in the Mermaid - what would she have to hide? Who was she really?
..o0Oo0..
Mr B had been sad when she had given her notice, earlier that day. Ginny spoke to him before she started her shift, that Saturday afternoon, telling him that she had found another job and wanted a holiday before she started there, something which he could understand, he said, adding that there hadn't been many delivery people as efficient and good at the job as she had been. He was even willing to give her a pay rise (which, given the money she earned, was going to make it almost a living wage, were she a Muggle…) but she kindly declined his offer, and set about her task of getting the ordered pizzas to the places they were wanted as warm as possible (sneaking in her Warming Charm before she handed the box to the customer). None had been as interesting as the one she delivered on Sunday afternoon, though.
Quite often she thought back to the evening before that, when an unsuspecting Pansy Parkinson was the object of her desire, no scrap that - it was pure lust. Fuck it, she had been so very close to finding out what she had sounded like when she climaxed, although it seemed that she had not wanted to have this experience in the middle of the Pink Mermaid, much to her virtue. Ginny had been incredibly aroused, and she knew she had been close to abandoning her own sense of decorum if Parkinson had been any more lewd and randy. She was looking forward to repeating the experience that night, maybe have her come to her place, or maybe she'd be asked back to the impressive apartment she had already been to the front door of and was keen to see what the inside looked like. Yeah, that would be easier, cos she'd have a hell of a job hiding all the evidence that she wasn't the blonde woman Parkinson had gotten to know.
Evening came, finally, and Ginny parked the bike for the last time, took her earnings from Mr B, said her goodbyes to her colleagues, and found a quiet place to Apparate back to her cottage.
..o0Oo0..
The club was buzzing again, and Pansy had arrived earlier than she usually would. Draco had been annoyed, as he had been in the middle of making a deal on a Potions book he had his eyes on for ages, and felt he was rushed into paying more than he had wanted. But he complied, and decided on an identity that made her snort (apparently he thought he could pull off looking like Johnny Depp's understudy) and together they took a Floo to the street where the Pink Mermaid was situated.
The music was louder than she liked, but she found a place near the bar that she thought offered a good view onto the dance floor and with a drink nearby she set about scanning the area for the blonde from last week.
It took a while before her patience paid off, and she was treated to Draco dancing with a bloke that resembled Harry Potter rather a lot, but couldn't be, cos his hair was neat and tidy, and he was tall. It was funny to watch her friend dance, as he was actually quite good.
And there she was… From a distance she spotted her, still wearing those tight jeans, and a rather modest flowery top with only a few buttons at the top - no cleavage to be seen. But wait, she wasn't wearing anything underneath… Ooph… Her hands were itching to get a hold of what could possibly be hiding from her. There was the necklace again though…
Their eyes met, and the blonde winked at her. Pansy smiled back, shifting her leg so that her other hip stuck out, and she took a sip from her drink. She was wearing a similar outfit as the week before - a short skirt, high heeled short boots and a buttoned top with no sleeves. Nothing too tight there, but her boobs were visible, and not uncomfortable. And she was wearing panties this time, as she wasn't ready to have her nether regions exposed by this floozy. Although the thought of having hands down there that weren't her own was a rather raunchy one, and one she had to actively quell.
It took forever for the woman to join her, so Pansy decided to set her principles to one side and join her on the dance floor. Draco was still moving around with his Potter-lookalike, but ignored her completely, and she tried her best to channel her inner-Luna Lovegood.
"Hi," said the blonde, as she flailed around like she never did anything else. "You're here again…"
"Yeah," said Pansy, feeling very uncomfortable. "And so are you!"
Shit, this was a crap conversation.
"Couldn't wait to see you again," the blonde smiled, having to shout a little.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You left so soon…"
"Well, my friend had to go, and we made a deal…"
"Is he your chaperone?"
Pansy laughed out loud at that. "No, we both have had a bit of hassle in the past, so we made a pact, that one never leaves without the other…"
"Oh, sounds ominous!" the blonde smiled, while she made a move for Pansy's neck, dancing very closely to her. "Are you famous then?"
"Not really. Not anymore…" Pansy smiled, looking into the eyes of the woman in her arms. "I've not seen you here before, by the way…"
"No, I've not been in the market, so to speak… I had a partner for years, till she decided to take up with my best friend, so we split up."
"Ah, sounds annoying," Pansy said, dancing alone again now. Her eyes drifted down to the top the blonde was wearing, seeing what was underneath wobbling about gently. How much did she want to have her hands on that right now….
"And you? Are you in a relationship at all?" the blonde had her hands on Pansy's sides, pulling them gently closer, their hips moving together, legs mingling a bit. Hands slowly shifted further back, down onto her bum. Pansy felt her squeeze it a little, and it took all of her strength not to pull that top off her and lick the skin underneath.
"Erm, um, no…" she said after a while. "I've not been with anyone for years."
"Oh? Shame… Surely you'd make a lovely girlfriend…" the blonde smiled a naughty smile. "I hope you get your kicks alright…"
"Oh, no problems there, darling!" Pansy laughed.
They carried on dancing for a while, until the songs drifted into something very high energy, making both women move to the bar.
"Do you want to come to mine in a bit, after we had a drink?" Pansy dared to ask, once she had put her order in. She would have to square it with Draco, since he seemed to have glued himself to his Harry Potter body double, but she was hard pressed to give a damn.
"Yeah, okay…" she heard.
..o0Oo0..
They had Flooed to Parkinson's apartment fairly soon after their drinks were finished. Ginny had a feeling the drinks were Jinxed to seem 'done' quicker, as they were ready to leave pretty soon after she was asked. She didn't mind - she was indeed very ready to see what being intimate with Pansy Parkinson could be like.
She had done some digging when she was home, with the help of Hermione, who had convenient access to information on just about anybody, and beside the incident that Pansy had mentioned in the Mermaid, there wasn't much to report on her, since their times in Hogwarts. She was fairly exemplary… Working in a respected law firm in London, a junior there, no partner, no misdemeanors, nothing to have her deem dangerous. Or not more than she would be anyway with her being a Weasley and she a Parkinson.
They entered in the hallway, which she had seen from the front door, and had been impressed by how light and pleasant it looked.
"Here's a hanger for your coat," Parkinson said, passing her a wooden hanger. "And here's the kitchen. Do you want a drink?"
Ginny was directed to the kitchen end of a large open plan room, also very airy and nicely decorated. A huge sofa divided the spaces, and another sofa was placed to look out of the window, where she could see the street lights illuminating trees in the park.
"Yeah, thanks," she answered. She had followed Parkinson into the area where she would maybe do the chopping of food, or whatever she got up to when she wanted to eat. It was a kind of island, with a sink in it, and a cooker and chairs on the living room side, probably for eating meals at.
"You haven't told me your name yet," Parkinson said, handing her a glass filled with wine. "I'm Pansy, by the way."
"I'm er… I'm Georgina," Ginny lied.
"Well, hi Georgina," Pansy purred, moving closer to her guest. She kissed her for a moment.
"Hello Pansy," Ginny purred back. She wanted to pull her closer, resume their actions from the dance floor, but she felt hands slide under her top, softly touching her boobs, stroking them and her lips were kissed deeply. The hands were then lifting her top slowly up and over her head. Her arms went up as well, and she felt lips on her breasts, sucking them one by one, licking them a bit longer, then feeling those lips on hers, and she was so ready to be undressed further, until she noticed that the kissing had stopped, and the hands that were on her breasts and down her back had stopped caressing her body.
"Ginny Weasley…" she heard the voice that had been purring at her seconds before sounding harshly.
Fuck… The necklace must have come off… She moved a hand up to her neck, feeling very exposed now.
"Looking for this, darling?" Pansy growled, dangling the necklace in front of her. Her eyes looked a mixture of furious and intrigued.
"Look, Pan- Parkinson, I can explain…" Ginny found herself getting quite red.
"Did you think I was stupid, Weasley? Draco has one the same, and anyway, your brother has sold quite a few of them to us over the years…" she glared.
"I didn't want to be recognised, same as Malfoy," Ginny said, taking her top off the floor and putting it back on.
"What are you doing that for? I was enjoying the view…"
"Well, maybe another time, yeah?"
Parkinson moved closer to Ginny again, taking her hand as she turned around to get her coat.
"No need to go… I was enjoying your Georgina version quite a lot, but the original is much better…"
"You want to… You want to carry on?"
"Ginny Weasley… I'm sure my grandparents would turn in their graves, but yes, I want to carry on… When you turned up last week with that sodding pizza, in that god-awful uniform, you did more than leave me with food… You left me trying to figure the hell out how I could get you back in here, and out of that bloody uniform…" She had managed to pull Ginny closer to her. Her brown eyes were glistening, eagerly looking into her own.
Bloody hell… Not how she had wanted this evening to go. She would have been lying in her bed by now, or on that huge sofa, both at least mostly undressed, both either close to or having reached their climax… Damn…
..o0Oo0..
So it had been Ginny Weasley, and she was very damned close to getting her in her bed. Or maybe the sofa would do. Hm, yes, quicker to reach that. Merlin, she looked so uncertain, suddenly. Gorgeous, but unsure of how to proceed, now that her disguise had come undone. She was sure she hadn't been hoodwinked by the red-head, as their encounter in the club the week before had been fairly spontaneous. Maybe she had been as surprised by seeing Pansy, and tried to see where she could lead her, probably giving herself more chance as the lush blonde than the Weaselette she had known at school. She gave her credit for her daring…
Right, where were they? That top had to come off again, but maybe she could get them to sit down first, get her to be more comfortable again, get her pluck back. She liked that version of the Weasley girl quite a lot. She had been at the receiving end of it at Hogwarts a few times, but this young woman was a lot more developed since then. Pansy took her hand and coaxed her gently to the sofa, getting her to sit down next to her.
"Let's start again, Weas- Ginny," Pansy started, taking her hand and holding it tenderly.
"Will you trust me then?" she replied, sounding a bit more peppy. Her eyes were locked into Pansy's.
"As much as I feel I can. I don't think you were trying to pull a fast one, and I admire your guts… Reminds me of myself…" Pansy smiled.
"Well, you are pretty gorgeous, and I would probably not have been able to find that out if I had turned up in the Mermaid as myself…" Ginny smiled back, with a mischievous look. Her hand went to Pansy's face, and she pulled her closer for a kiss. "Or that you kiss like this…"
Pansy grinned, and deepened the kiss quickly, both moving closer to each other, hands underneath each other's tops, feeling their way to the parts they had been keen to explore ages ago. Her own hand stroking the breasts that she already had gotten to know earlier. She heard Ginny breath deeper and faster, groaning slightly as she was being touched, stroked, caressed… She took her own top off, and moved a hand underneath Pansy's, lifting it up over her head as well, being left with a bra that held Pansy's boobs captive. The straps came down and soon her own two breasts were being fondled and kissed, and Pansy felt her own breath speed up quickly. She made sure her bra was dropped on the floor and carried on touching the woman in her arms. Her kisses were sending her into orbit… Wow… Her hand which had been feeling her upper body went down to her jeans, very curious to get to know what was under there. She tried to undo the button, but was not getting the result she wanted, and Ginny was obviously ready for more as well, as she moved her hands away from Pansy's head and undid the button quickly, followed by the zip. She then went back to holding her the way she had been before, stroking her boobs gently, dipping down for a lick or a gentle suck of her nipple, but moving back a bit to find out what Pansy had in mind next.
Her hand moved inside the jeans, into her knickers. She felt some hairs, and then, as her hand drifted downward, the soft, warm wetness between her legs. Ooohh… lovely… She moved her fingers slowly, slightly inside, feeling Ginny writhing in her arms. God, she was wet, and warm and willing, and Pansy wanted to feel so much more of her, but also to have her touch her. She moved to sit on Ginny's lap, but changed her mind, instead pulling her panties off, then seeing that Ginny was eager to help her with her skirt. She undid the zip for Pansy, and pulled it down towards the floor. She waited impatiently for Ginny to take off her jeans and knickers, still kissing her deeply, touching her breasts, touching between her legs.
A naked Pansy then straddled her guest, and carried on with the kissing they had been doing, on and off, her hand between them, as she rubbed against it, and Ginny rubbed against her hand as well. Hands went on her bum again, and slowly moved from behind, underneath and on the edge of where she wanted them to be. Oh fuck, she was so good at this, her slow careful moving, her fingers carefully feeling, moving to her front, dipping inside from there, sliding along her clit, which was swollen and wanted to be rubbed by those sweet, tender fingers. Fingers that went inside, slowly, and out, in and out, caressing her flesh down there, and she doing the same. Her breathing was going very deep, and very fast. She was enjoying this so much, the mouth of the ginger girl groaning as she kissed her, as she licked and sucked her breasts, and fuck it suddenly she came… Loudly, and totally too soon. She groaned and moaned and heard a similar deep sound coming from underneath her. They kept moving into each other's hands, slower every time, until they had calmed down a bit. Pansy was leaning on the girl under her, who had wrapped her arms around her, stroking her back and breathing deeply in her neck, kissing her quietly.
She didn't want to move away ever again… This was wonderful… Her spent naked body against the sweaty naked body of Ginny, their crotches welded together, forever feasting on each other… And she hadn't even tasted her yet… Involuntarily she moved a hand up to smell it, and she heard Ginny giggle.
"Did you really just do that?" she sniggered.
"Yeah, I wanted to smell you… I bet you taste gorgeous as well…" Pansy murmured.
"You'll have to find out then, don't you?" she heard whisper in her ear. Pansy hummed her yes in her ear, and planted a soft kiss in her neck.
"Will you be around for more then?" whispered Pansy, scared of the answer.
"I happened to have next week off, so…"
"Oh fucking Merlin yes!" she said, and Ginny laughed out loud.
Pansy moved away a little and looked into Ginny's eyes. A smile appeared on her face, and she kissed her again.
"Well, Georgina, do you mind if we move this to the bedroom?"
"Oh, Esmeralda, I thought you'd never ask..."
With some trouble both women got off the sofa and walked to the bedroom, ready for some more exploring.
Ginny didn't make it to the cottage that she won the use of for quite a while...
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