The Sins

Chapter three: Who wins?

A/N: Hello lovelies. Miss me? Again, I'm not your mother. I am not going to tell you what to read and not read. But if you know that you shouldn't be reading a chapter of pure femmslash sex then dont fucking read it asshole.

Pansy leaned against a wall. It was almost 11 at night. Hermione was due to be passing by to go to the library any minute now. Tonight Hermione Granger would be on her knees begging for mercy.

After a few minutes of leaning her leg became tired. As she was shifting her weight onto the other leg Hermione turned the corner. She was wearing her pajamas. A pair of boxers rolled at the top and a tiny tank top. Herpurple navel jewel glittered in the torch light.

Pansy moved into a shadow and waited for her to pass. When Hermione was right in front of her she stepped forward. She grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the library. Hermione kicked wildly. "Stop fucking moving Granger." Pansy ordered.

She threw the still-struggling girl into a chair and the ropes that she had charmed to tie anyone who sat there wrapped themselves around Hermione. Hermione looked at her wrists and ankles completely shocked.

"This is cheating you wench." She spat at Pansy. Pansy stared at her for a moment. Then she began to laugh at her. "Granger. Beautiful, slutty, sinful, stupid Granger. Of course I'm cheating. I am a Slytherin. It's what we do you fucking whore."

"I'm a slytherin its what we do, blah blah blah." Hermione scoffed. "Sure, throw someone into a chair and tie them down so they can't fight back... You are a fucking pussy. How can you possibly get any satisfaction from fucking me while I'm helpless? A bit of a hollow victory over the 'little slut' as you have so kindly dubbed me. Don't you think?" Hermione leaned back in the chair and watched her words break the surface.

That whole speech was a load of crap. Hermione would have done the same to Pansy given the oppurtunity and fucked her till she cried. But if she was going to win she had to fuck with Pansy's head. She had to get out of this chair. Out of these restraints. Losing was not something Hermione Granger did. She had to bruise little Parkinson's pride so she could bruise her thighs.

Pansy thought for a few moments. Granger had her little point of course. Doing it this way was the easy way out. But for once, why couldn't she take the easy way out? Did she always have to make things as hard on herself as she possibly could?

But it wasn't as though she couldn't beat her. Even if Granger were not defensless Pansy was still going to win. So she untied her.

Hermione smirked the most evil smirk you could imagine. She slowly walked to the back of the library. Pansy watched her. The sway in her hips, the way her perfect little ass moved from side to side with each step. She was extremely curious. So she followed.

Hermione looked over her shoulder. So the bitch was following. Hesitantly, yes,but she was following. So now she could move the game to her turf. Dumb move Pansy Parkinson, dumb move.

There was this small space that belonged toHermione. No one came back here and no on wondered what was back here. It was her own little space away from everyone. There was a couch and a lamp and a wooden chair. It looked like one of those rooms that see on television mystery shows. the room that the guy sits in and smokes a cigar while saying random shit about the show you are watching.

Hermione sat downon the chair. Pansy was taken aback. Hermione just sat there. Wasn't she supposed to want to fight? Wasn't she supposed to come and try to manipulate andcontrol her?

Hermione smiled. "Come over here." She curled her finger at Pansy. Pansy walked over to her. "I'll be honest. I am attracted to you. If you want to be the one to dominate you can." What the fuck was this girl playing at?

Pansy walked over to the chair that Hermione was sitting on and grabbed her arms. She pulled her to her feet and against herself. Hermione... let her. Pansy began to kiss her neck. She couldn't see the smirk on Hermione's face. But she could feel the hand cupping her ass.

She could feel Hermione pulling her shirt off of her. Her eyes went a bit wide. She had fallen into a false sense of security. Hermione pushed Pansy onto the chair. "Today Pansy, you lose." Hermione pressed her mouth to Pansy's roughly and unclasped her bra. The material fell off of the girl's body and onto the floor, along wih Pansy's reserve.

She let a moan slip.With that moan something in her snapped. She never slipped. Oh God, what had this girl done to her? Pansy slapped Hermione. "You little slut. Just who the fuck do you think you are? What makes you think you can... anything!" Hermione brought her hand up toher cheek.

Pansy grabbed her wrist and threw her against a book shelf. Several heavy books fell to the floor with heavy thuds. She kissed Hermione with so much passion that Hermione fell behind after just a few seconds. There was anger in the kiss. Outrage and... want... no, need.

A hand crawled down hermione's body. Stopping once at her breast, and again at the the top of the boxers that Hermione had on. She slid her hand down into them and squeezed her ass. She dug her nails into a thigh. She ran her finger up and down Hermione's spine while moving her mouth to her neck and biting her.

Then she pushed her away. Hermione stood there. Clothed but comepletely vulnerable. She was exposed and sowet and crying and she sat on the floor. Pansy walked to her and pulled her into her arms. "I'm not done with you tonight." She ran her warm hand across Hermione'sconvulsing stomach, comforting her. Holding her until the trembling ended.

When she was calm Pansy pulled her shirt over her head and kissed each of her breasts slowly, hotly, lavishing both with beautiful attention. She kissed Hermione again, this time sweetly. She slipped her tounge in and out of her mouth, telling her what was about to happen.

Her hand moved down past her navel jewel and pulled her boxers down, past her thiges, past her knees, past her ankles and finally off. Then something happened that surprised Pansy.

She found her hands bound above her head by one of Hermione's. "I think I'm Hermione Granger. I think I fucking own this school and I do it through my pants. I think you are a fool. You could have just come to me and let me give you oral or something. But no, couldn't do it the easy way could you?"

She yanked Pansy's skirt down roughly and then pressed against the fabric separating her from her most sweet place. She pressed down with her palm and rubbed Pansy in slow circles. "But this isnt enough. It won't be enough until I've reduced your cunt to nothing but wetness. No this won't do at all." Hermione bound Pansy's hands down to the floor and sat in her chair.

Hermione watched (amused as hell) as Pansy watched her hand move. (A/n: Remember I told you Hermione could play herself like a fiddle? Heh, keep that in mind!) Hermione sat on the corner of the chair with one edge ponting out between her legs. She ran her hand down her own stomachand her eyes closed. The hand, the beautiful, taunting hand separated her folds. She slipped one finger inside herslef and rocked onto it. She move in and out of herself slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to do this.

She pressed one more finger into herslelf and leaned back on the chair, her free hand gripping the wood beneath her. She added another finger and then felt a hand around her wrist. Her hand was renched violently from her heat and replacee with two rough fingers.

Hermione's eyes opened and a scream was ripped from her throat. Pansy's face was an inch from Hermione's. She pulled her digits out for a moment and whispered "Scream for me wench" into Hermione's ear then she pushed them forward into her so hard. And Hermione screamed. Hermione screamed and Pansy was a bit more gentle.

Her thrusts became less violent, but no less urgent. She was watching Hermione's body rocking onto her hand. She watched pain and pleasure mingle and she knew at that moment. She knew that she had to taste her. It was not even a choice. Feeling her was not enough. She wanted to know the taste of her work.

She pressed her fingers to her lips and then let them slip into her mouth. Hermione watched her doing just about them most erotic thing ever. Pansy was sucking on her own fingers. She moved her mouth to Hermione's center. She slipped her tounge into the crevice. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She came that very instant.

Pansy consumed Hermione's juices and just kept going at it. Hermione came again. Pansy just continued. Hermione was begging her to just stop. That her body was spent. And Pansy pulled away. She sat for a moment. The taste lingered in her mouth and she savored it.

She pulled Hermione to her. Skin-to-skin. Heart-to-heart. She held Hermione until the aftershocks were gone. Hermione looked at the girl whose arms she was in. "Pansy?"
"Hmm?"
"Who won?" Pansy looked at her hard. Hermione's eyes were shining. There was something there. A promise. They both knew it. It was pretty easy to see.
"I think we both did, Hermione. I think we both win."

A/N: To those of you who take the REVIEW BITCHES seriously... get a fucking life. And yes I mean you little losers who cant take the joke. You can all learn from the reviewer who simply called me a bitch back. I am fine with that. It is rather accurate. And no I'm not going to say sorry for the wait. I was having issues with my sex drive. So I could have given you some shitty crap. Or I could have waited and given you quality girl/girl fucking. I chose the second path. So sue me. I do hope you all enjoyed this. That is why I wrote it. I know I loved creating it. And if you are all good girls and boys I may put up the other version, the one that I wrote where Hermione wins. So as always: Review bitches.