The library and the infirmary
Pansy arches her back towards the warm and inviting mouth now nipping and licking its way down the column of her neck. Her body shivers in pleasure as warm fingers caress against her bare torso, inching their way towards her breasts. Her nipples hard, yearning to be touched. A moan escapes her, she arches her back even higher as the hot moist mouth finds her nipples sucking and licking with fervour. Her nails dig deep
Into the soft shoulders, desperate for more, for release. A trail of goose pimples shimmers down the body as that devilish tongue begins to lick and tease down her belly towards the place she desperately aches for release. Her legs spread instinctively, her hand grabs for the bedhead, her other hand entwined in thick hair, she thrusts her hips towards the warm breath now hovering teasingly against her aching nub. Looking down she sees a mass of wild curls cupping honey brown eyes twinkling up at her.
Pansy's eyes shoot open, her body hot and feverish. She's still on her bed, wearing her thick woolen coat. A dream, it was just a dream, a delicious dream but just a dream. Pansy's heart beats frantically against her chest, as she hurriedly unbuttons her coat flinging it away from her, her burning body desperate for the cool night air. Her breath short, a dull unsatisfied ache between her legs. She had one of those dreams that she thought only boys were accustomed to having.
It was still night time, the room dark and silent except for the gentle snores from her roommates. The throbbing between her legs unbearable.
Rolling her teeth over her bottom lip she lets her hand trail down her belly to the band of her skirt and underwear. She stops momentarily, double checking her roommates are asleep, before slipping her hand beneath her underwear, letting her fingers stroke her womanly folds. She's wet. Wetter than she ever remembers being. Two fingers rub desperately in circular motions against her aching clit. She breathes out slowly, conscious of not making too much noise. She tries to visualise Draco above her, and her body almost revolts at the thought. She tries Blaise then Theo and other boys, none eliciting the reaction she needs.
Rubbing faster desperate for release, the image in her imagination morphs into something softer, more feminine with long curly hair and with a fierce wicked grin. Her body instantly reacting, the way she needs it to.
It was the image of Granger dancing before her, leaning down to kiss her, with her hands between Pansy's legs thrusting her fingers inside her that sends her over the edge, shaking into a breathy orgasm, before falling limp on the bed and succumbing to sleep again with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Pansy, you're not still mad at us are you?" comes Daphne's voice from the other side of the bed curtain
In such a deep slumber Pansy barely registers the words
"Mmmm" she mumbles trying to burrow
herself deeper into her fluffy quilt and ignore interruption to her sleep.
"C'mon Pansy, you can't blame a girl for trying. It's a really nice dress"
"What time is it" mutters Pansy stretching her arms well above her bed still in her clothes from the night before
"Nearly breakfast, so hurry up," says Millicent
"Give me a minute to shower"
"We'll meet you in the common room"
Pansy can still smell her sex on her fingertips, as her friends leave her alone to her thoughts, remembering her dream from the night before. She shivers as she replays the blurry images of Granger on top of her kissing. Shaking her head vigorously It doesn't mean anything she tells herself, dreams are just a bizarre story. Last week alone she dreamt she was flying a giant Hippogriff with Millicent to get some toffee for Daphne who had grown an extra arm, and toffee was the only thing that would restore her back to normal. It doesn't mean anything she repeats, dragging herself out of bed to get ready for breakfast. And as for her unusual behaviour in the Old Classroom, well she was chalking that up to being bored.
Butterflies unexplainably flutter in the core of her belly as she and her friends near the Great Hall. She wonders if Granger will be at breakfast, uncharacteristically hoping that she is. Pansy furrows her brow in confusion, why on earth would she care if Granger's at breakfast or not, in fact, it makes her life easier, she doesn't have to be nice to the annoying know-it-all.
Instinctively Pansy looks to the Gryffindor table, her shoulders drooping in disappointment, Granger isn't at her usual spot.
By the time Pansy has taken a seat, Tracey already has a scone with jam and cream on her plate and is chatting away about what she will be wearing to the Ball.
"Oops looks like the Weasley has upset Granger," says Daphne nodding towards the entrance of the Great Hall
Sure enough, Stomping into the Great Hall is Granger, her face screwed up in agitation. Following closely behind is a red-faced Weasley desperately trying to defend himself and a goofy faced Potter, who is not quite sure how to handle his two friends disagreeing.
Pansy's stomach tumbles and summersaults when Granger looks over giving her an awkward smile, a smile that made her look almost constipated, but never the less a smile. Pansy quickly turns around grabbing a nearby piece of fruit, her back and neck heating up for some unexplainable reason.
"Well, if he wants any chance with the Golden Girl, he better pick up his act. He's far below her" says Pansy stabbing a piece of Rockmelon. Her stomach twists at the thought of the two together. As much as she hates to admit it, Granger could do much better than the Weasley, she's smarter and even prettier than he.
"Anyone, in particular, you had in mind," asks Daphne sipping from her goblet, her eyes twinkling at her from above the rim
"Anyone really. Even Longbottom is better than the Weasley" says Pansy reaching for some toast "Mills pass the butter"
Spreading the butter on her toast. Her shoulders tense and harden as the image of her hands in Grangers hair, the plumpness of her lips shimmers to the surface. A hot flush races through her body, she can't resist looking towards the Gryffindor, sitting with her back towards her.
Her eyes survey the contours of Granger's body, the way her hair perfectly tumbles down her back highlighting her hourglass shape. The way her apple-shaped bottom pulls against her school skirt as she rises from her seat reaching for something across the table. She has a nice body decides Pansy.
"What happened last night anyhow," asks Daphne "Was it that bad?"
Pansy swiftly looks away. A searing hot flush races through her body. Her body feels on fire at the thought she may have been caught admiring Granger's rear.
"What?"
"Last night," asks Daphne "looks like you could eat Granger alive"
Pins and needles course through her embedding themselves in firmly her belly, her body heating up again to the point of boiling. She needs to take a deep calming breath to ground herself.
"Not as bad as the look Potter gives Draco" pipes in Tracey "I'm sure he would hex him right now if he could. Look" nods Tracey towards Potter.
Pansy let's put a deep breath, thankful for the change of conversation.
Potter is staring at Draco with the intensity of a cat waiting for his prey to make a fatal mistake so it can pounce and devour. There was no denying that Draco and Potter had a jarred relationship from their very first day at Hogwarts. Draco's constant attempts to discredit and get Potter expelled were thwarted every single time.
Pansy and her friends turn to Draco. Draco looked different after returning from his latest trip home. He was paler, skinnier, tense with the worries of a thousand men on his shoulders. He barely notices Potter's accusatory stare. Unlike Potter, Draco doesn't have the fire that burns in his eyes like be used to, he still has some of his cocky attitude but it had faltered. There was something else in his eyes, like someone who had seen too much, someone who was worried about what the future may actually hold.
"He is back isn't he?" whispers Millicent staring at Draco
The mood between the friends instantly changing. Rumours were rife that You Know Who was back. The Daily Prophet had discredited Potter's account of what occurred to Cedric, how he had died at the hands of You Know Who, after the Tri-Wizard tournament. but still, you couldn't help but wonder. If anyone knew for sure if he had returned it would be the Malfoy's.
"Not sure" answers Daphne quietly
"You will all be fine if he is," says Tracey meekly
Pansy's stomach drops. She stares down at the food on her plate, prodding the fruit, she has suddenly lost her appetite. They have had this conversation before. Tracey raising a distressing point, yes You Know Who didn't like muggle-borns and wanted to see them eradicated but what happens then? Who's next? Purebloods like herself, Daphne and Millicent should be protected but what half-bloods like Tracey and her baby sister, would they be next? Pansy shudders at the thought.
The friends are quiet for the remainder of breakfast, all in their own thoughts of what it potentially means for them and their families if he is back. Would Pansy's father join the ranks of You Know Who or would her mother remain firm and devise another cunning plan to avoid joining the ranks of You Know Who? Would she be expected to fight, to take the mark? So deep in thought she barely notices the brown eyes that follow her curiously out of the Great Hall at the end of breakfast.
The weekend passes too quickly for Pansy's liking. It was Sunday evening already and she like many other students had not even started their homework for the week. The only positive being that she has managed to avoid Granger and any uncomfortable incidents or thoughts by spending the majority of her time focussing on her make-up and hair options for the upcoming Ball.
"Coming Pansy?" asks Tracey, her school bag slung over her shoulder
"Where to?"
"The library. To finish our assignments"
"Why can't we just do it here?" questions Pansy giving her friends a skeptical look.
The last time she went with them anywhere, she ended up in an abandoned classroom with Granger, in a compromising position and a trail of indecent thoughts.
"Because the library has books we may need," says Daphne rolling her eyes dramatically
"Just the library?" asks Pansy "no stop off at abandoned classrooms along the way". says Pansy folding her arms across her chest
"Stay here if you want" laughs Daphne making her way to the door
"Wait I'm coming too" calls out Millicent
"Fine. I'm coming too" says Pansy not wanting to be left behind alone
Pansy walks towards the library with extreme caution, one hand firmly within reach of her wand. Her back stiff, flinching at any unexpected movement or noise. As much as she loves her friends it's not long until the Ball and she has no doubt they have a few more tricks up their sleeve to win this bet and terrorise Pansy in the process.
Pansy stops suddenly at the entrance of the library. It's full, spilling over with students, mainly Slytherin's, sitting at large wooden ornate desks nestled in between the rows and rows of neatly lined up books, all with their heads down studying and scribbling on parchment.
Her stomach twists. Pins and needles shoot down her legs to the soles of her feet.
Something doesn't feel right. It wasn't coming towards exam time why would there be so many Slytherin's here now.
Pansy glances around nervously. "Doesn't look like there are any spare seats. Let's go back to the common room"
"Oh look there's a spare table. How lucky" chips Tracey
Just to the left away from the cluster of desks is a table, probably the only spare table available. Dread washes over Pansy this is too convenient.
"C'mon," says Tracey hooking her arm under Pansy's
Her legs are heavy as lead as Tracey practically frog-marches her towards the empty desk. Pansy looks around frantically, her breath quickening, hyper-aware of her surrounding, something was going to happen, she could just feel it. She needed to be alert.
She watches with scepticism as her friends begin to empty their school satchel, placing ink pots, parchment, and quills before them without a care In the world. She slowly begins to do the same, keeping one eye fixed on their actions.
Unlike the other desks in the library, this was large and square ideal for groups of six students, so they had ample room to spread out.
The hair on the back of her neck to attention as Granger walks into the library. Just like Pansy did a few moments earlier, Granger is evidently taken aback by the sheer number of students. Pansy watches closely, her heart picking up speed as Granger cranes her neck around the shelves and table hoping for a secluded spot to study. The look of surprise on Granger's face slowly turns to annoyance as she realises that there are no spare seats. Technically there are two seats available, but that would require sharing with herself, Daphne, Tracey and Millicent, and as brave as Gryffindors are supposed to be she highly doubts Granger would take that risk.
Pansy watches, her eyes squinting as she scans the room ready and waiting for someone to do something. Much to her relief Madam Pince, the school librarian, with her pale vulturelike like appearance slinks around the corner. No one would try anything while Madam Pince was around, she was almost as mean as Filch.
Pansy can't help but smile as remembers the time Madam Pince caught Blaise Zabini eating a chocolate frog in the library and possessed all his belongings to hit him across the head as he fled from the library, arms flapping about trying to protect himself from the attack.
Pansy notices Granger approach Madam Pince, with a serious question on her lips. Whatever Granger asks has Madam Pince's sunken eyes scan the library, over her long hooked nose. Her long neck craning about, searching for something before settling on Pansy.
Her heart jolts as she begins walking swiftly towards their table with Granger scurrying behind her, a look of shock on her face.
Before Pansy can comprehend what is happening, Madam Pince is before them, peering over her long hooked nose, her parchment-like skin making Pansy's skin crawl.
"There's a spare seat here". says Madam Pince pointing to the place next to Pansy.
A tight discomfort in Pansy's chest forms. Her hands become clammy this is all too much, her heart beats heavily against her chest.
"Oh um that's ok. I don't need a seat" says Granger nervously
"Did you not. just ask if there was a spare seat?" responds Madam Pince curtly, evidently annoyed
"Yes but," says Granger looking frantically about the Slytherin table
"You can sit with us" smiles Daphne sweetly "we don't mind do we, Pansy. I mean it's the nice thing to do"
Pansy grips onto her skirt, feeling the woolen material scrunch up in her tight grip. When this was all over she was going to bestow revenge on Daphne so cunning and devious that they will be writing about it for years to come. Forget about the battle of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Parkinson and Greengrass were going the battle everyone would be talking about for generations to come.
"Of course" Pansy manages to croak our between a fake smile
"Well, that's settled. Sit" demands Madam Pince staring at Granger until she succumbs
Pansy's heart continues to beat steadily against her chest, instinctively she moves her chair as far away from Granger as she can as Granger slowly places her pile of books and parchment on the table beside Pansy.
Pansy can feel her cheeks flare up in heat as she focuses on the parchment before her, trying her best to ignore not only Granger but the snickering stares of the Slytherin's around the library. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, just a few days ago she had her hands in Grangers hair, admiring her form and even touching herself over her. The thought of making her blush even more as she tries to move her seat further away.
"We're going to get some books" announces Daphne a smile beaming from ear to ear on her face "C'mon Tracey, Mills"
"I can go" offers Pansy quickly, knowing full well that there was not an option but she had to try
"Don't be silly. You don't know what we want " Daphne says waving her hand carelessly
Pansy's jaw clenches, she squints her eyes at Daphne in annoyance, I am going to hex her to kingdom come when this is all over thinks Pansy
Elbow on the table and pushing her fingers into her hair, it shields her vision of Granger as she rests her head on the palm of her hand. Her body turned away from Granger as much as she can Just focus on your work she tells herself as she tries to make sense of the words before her.
She has no idea how many times she has read the same sentence when a soft voice catches her attention, it was Granger
"What?" says Pansy now turning to Granger
"I said thank you by the way"
"For what?" asks Pansy confused, it was hardly her choice to let Granger sit with them
"The notes."
"You read them?" asks Pansy her eyes widen in shock.
The last thing Pansy knew was that she has wasted her time and Granger has nil intention of looking her notes.
"Yesterday after Fri-" Granger cuts herself short a small blush appearing on her cheeks, not too dissimilar to the blush Pansy herself could feel burning on her cheeks. Granger is obviously referring to the short time together in the old classroom on Friday night.
"They were good," says Granger smiling
"Don't sound so surprised" says Pansy smiling crookedly back at Granger
Like a magnet drawn to steel, Pansy feels herself being drawn to Granger. Her body slowly sliding closer to her. Granger's eyes widen in surprise as Pansy edges even closer.
Pansy's heart jolts to her throat, What in Merlin's name is going on, she's moving against her will towards Granger. She looks about frantically, grasping onto the table edge, desperately trying to draw herself back to her position. Her mind in a swirl as she tries to understand what is happening. Her pulse quickens she can't pull away, the more she tries the more she is pulled towards Granger. Her muscles tense as she grips at the table top fruitlessly.
SMACK
She's jerked into Granger with a jolt. Her shoulder latching onto Granger's, they both try to pull away from each other in futility. It's impossible. The more they try to pull away from each other the harder it seems to be. They are stuck together.
Laughter erupts around them, Pansy's cheeks flare hotter than fire.
"Sticking charm," says Granger reaching for her wand, her brow furrowed in annoyance "So childish"
"Well unstick us" Pansy grits out still trying to pull and tug away from Granger.
"Just sit still for a second" snaps Granger
Pansy's teeth are clenched, as she watches Granger swish and swirls her wand in the air before pointing to a spot between them.
Pansy again tries to pull away. Nothing. Her breath tightening, her pulse quickening, hot nervous energy racing through her veins. It didn't work.
"Do something else" Pansy shrieks desperately
"Quiet, quiet. The library is a sanctuary for learning not for foolery" spits Madam
Pince who is rushing towards them with fire in her hawk-like eyes.
"We are stuck," says Granger obviously annoyed "Someone has stuck us together"
"Get out"
"What" yelp Parkinson and Granger in unison
"Go see Madam Pomfrey," says Madam Pince
"But can't you help us?" asks Granger is dismay "surely you know a spell?"
"This is the library, not the infirmary," says Madam Pince pulling out her wand.
Pansy gasps in disbelief. The books on their desk rise pointing at both of them like arrows poised to attack with one more flick of Madam Pince's wand.
Not wanting to be subject to an attack by the armed books, Pansy tries to rise but is dragged back to her seat, as Granger sits there like a limp mandrake staring between Madam Pince and the books in open-mouthed disbelief
"Let's go Granger" bites out Pansy as she tugs her shoulder connected to Granger so forcefully she almost tumbles over.
Finally realising Madam Pince will not assist them, Granger also rises from the table.
Awkwardly they try to make their way to the exit, stumbling between the table like drunken badgers, unable to get a proper rhythm. Like two toddlers learning to take their first steps, neither is on tune with each other's rhythm, stumbling and bumping into tables and chairs all around them.
"Merlín" curses Pansy as she hits her thigh hard against a table "bloody watch it Granger" she spits rubbing her leg furiously to ease the pain
Pansy's cheeks burn as the laughter erupting around her pierces her stomach like a hot poker. She can hear Theo's snickering guffaw through the flutter of laughter. I will pay him back one day, serve my revenge on a platter overflowing and cold.
Granger shoots her a look that could that could freeze the Great Lake "Well walk faster" she says through gritted teeth before turning to the exit with such determination she practically drags Pansy out of the library making her knock over into another chair in her haste.
Pansy trips and slips over her feet as Granger continues to drag her from the library
"Granger, slow bloody down" snaps Pansy jerking Granger back forcefully while still trying to rub and soothe her aching leg
The way Granger spins, well attempts to spin, to look at her would normally have anyone running for cover, but Pansy is just as agitated and aggravated by the situation.
Anger begins to simmer in the pit of Pansy belly. How dare Granger look at her like that, as if this is her fault when she is just as much of a victim if not more so.
The air around them thickening and cracklings with tension. They stare at each other like seasoned fighters in a ring, each waiting for the other to make a move.
"This isn't my fault Granger" spits Pansy her spare hand now firmly on her hip
"Of course not" mocks Granger "Let's just get to the infirmary. The sooner Madam Pomfrey releases us the better"
The anger in her belly surges forward, her shoulders instantly tensing. How dare Granger accuse her of planning this and how
"You listen here Granger-" begins Pansy pushing at Granger's shoulder, fury pulsing through her veins
"Don't!" yelps Granger before sighing and rolling her eyes
Pansy's eyes widen, she tries to pull her hand away from Granger's shoulder without success. Her stomach drops at the realisation that her hand was now stuck to Grangers' shoulder.
"Honestly Parkinson, do you ever think?" huffs Granger
"Shut it Granger." spits Pansy angry at herself for not realising sooner if they touched they would be stuck.
Every word and breath Granger takes infuriating Pansy to no end. The look on Granger's face stroking a new flash of annoyance through her body "If I had a spare hand I would slap you"
"Well I do have a spare hand" pushes back Granger "I'm happy to use it" threatens Granger with a fiery challenge in her eyes
Pansy narrows her eyes in challenge. She wouldn't put it past Granger to hit her, Merlín knows she has a violent streak if anything Draco says is to go by. Apparently, Granger has hit him for no apparent reason in the past and Potter and the Weasley constantly look afraid of her and they are her friends.
"Let's just get to the infirmary"
"And how are we supposed to do that now?" says Pansy now realising that their latest predicament had left them with no other option but to face each other like dance partners.
"We'll have to crab walk. We'll have to walk sideways"
It takes every ounce of self-control not to let loose with the scathing rant that she want to, but that little logical voice inside her head reminds her that this new predicament was completely her doing.
"Fine" huffs Pansy
"Let's try and get some rhythm, so we don't bump into each other and have others parts of our body stick together.
Pansy can't help notice the little tinge of rose colour spread across Granger's cheeks. Any other time she may find it quite endearing.
After a few initial mishaps, It became surprising easier to walk sideways than Pansy had imagined. They had actually been able to work together to step in unison and made some great lead way.
Pansy tries her best to ignore the surprised gasps that were quickly followed by raucous laughter and pointing fingers from students passing them in the hallway, but she can't. It's the epitome of embarrassment. She will be teased about this until she is as grey as Dumbledore and as wrinkly as McGonagall.
"Not nice when people laugh at you is it?" says Granger in more of a statement that question
"Of course it's not. Who could possibly enjoy being ridiculed like this" snaps Pansy
What a completely odd thing to say thinks Pansy. It's only when she sees the satisfied smirk on Grangers face that Pansy realises what Granger is doing. An unease twinge swirls in the pit of her belly. She is, of course, referring to the taunts and jibes she has received from the Slytherin's over the years. To be honest she hasn't tormented Granger as much as she did first few years of school but she hasn't stopped it either often laughing at the expense of the others, which in a sense is just as bad as doing the teasing.
"Just keep walking" snips Pansy not wanting to explore these feelings further
The odd things about walking sideways like this is it's very difficult not to look at the person standing before you, especially being in such close proximity.
Pansy can't help but notice the soft cinnamon tones caught in Grangers hair highlighted by the light from the lanterns when they walk past. Her eyes scan down, barely noticeable her lips instinctively twinge upwards as if she wants to smile, a handful of lightly coloured freckles endearingly sit like stars on Grangers' nose. She had never noticed them before, then again she had never been this close to Granger before either. Her own skin free from any type of blemish Pansy can't help think it's rather endearing.
Further her eyes travel down until the reach Granger's lips. Warmth flushes from the nape of her neck to her cheeks as she remembers what Granger's lips were doing in her fantasy. Pansy's stomach twists and turns as her mind races back to the places of her dream. Biting down on her inner bottom lip she quickly looks away, embarrassed by her thoughts.
" When will you children learn"
Pansy hasn't even realised they had arrived at the infirmary until she heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey. Relief floods her system at the sight of the matron in her white nurses uniform.
"Can you help us?" asks Granger hopefully
"Of course I can," says Madam Pomfrey "Over there" points Madam Pomfrey to a nearby section of the room, with a single framed bed and chair.
Pansy is careful not to bump into anything as they make their way towards the intimate space.
Pulling the curtains around to seclude them from prying eyes Madam Pomfrey begins her examination, her wand swishing and swirling around Pansy's head, over her shoulders and down the length of her body before going the same to Granger.
"Hmmm sticking charm. But not your average sticking charm" says Madam Pomfrey sounding both annoyed and impressed "I haven't seen one like this since the mistletoe fiasco of 76. Infirmary full of students glued together, virtually impossible to move without getting trapped yourself"
"Can you fix it?" says Pansy unable to keep the panic out of her voice.
"Did I not say I could before?" huffs Madam Pomfrey "I'll need to prepare a potion. Wait here" she says before pulling the curtain back and closing it behind her, leaving Pansy and Granger alone in the sterile cell.
Neither girls look at each other as they scan their little section of the hospital. Pansy's moves towards the chairs, her legs beginning to ache for the unusual sidewalk they just took to the infirmary.
"What are you doing?" says Granger accusingly
"I want to sit down my legs hurt"
"And what do you propose I do?"
"What?
Rolling her eyes, Pansy can't help notice another blush rise in Granger's cheeks
"We're stuck, Parkinson. I can hardly sit down next to you can I? I would have to ..." says Granger trailing off
Still confused it takes a moment for Pansy to realise what Granger is saying. Her eyes widening when the realisation hits. If Pansy sits down Granger would have one of two options. She would either have to bend over Pansy, which would hardly be comfortable or straddle her, the latter causing a wild blush to spread over her body like wildfire.
"Oh" is all Pansy can manage to say
"Everything all right?" asks Madam Pomfrey pulling back the curtain with such force it causes Pansy to jump
"I just wanted to sit down, my legs are tired" blurts out Pansy unsure why she just said that. Perhaps it was to remove the image of Granger straddling her now dancing in about in her mind
"Well that won't work in your current predicament will it," says Madam Pomfrey now waving a wand towards the hospital bed
Pansy watches as the once single white-sheeted bed shakes and stretches to double in size. What in Merlin's name did she do that for, wonders Pansy her brow knitted in confusion.
"I have a vial each for you," says Madam Pomfrey holding out two lime green coloured vials "It won't instantly release the charm, but it will loosen the hold until eventually you are unstuck. I'll need you to lie relatively still."
Pansy's stomach drops faster than boulder to the bottom of the Great Lake, her body burns with anxious pins and needles. Surely Madam Pomfrey was not suggesting that she and Granger lie down on a bed together.
"Lie down?" squeaks Granger looking as horrified as Pansy feels
The cogs in Pansy's brain couldn't turn fast enough to take in what Madam Pomfrey was saying. Every muscle of her body just froze, her mouth dropping open as she stares at Madam Pomfrey in disbelief.
"Yes, It won't take too long. Come on now, we are all adults" says Madam Pomfrey holding out the small potions vials to them both.
Still shell-shocked Pansy is concreted to her spot, unable to move as she tries to comprehend what is going on around her. This has to be the most embarrassing moment of Pansy's life, things could not possibly get worse.
"Parkinson, take the potion" orders Granger holding her own green vial, drawing Pansy from her thoughts
"Easier said than done" snaps Pansy "I don't really have a spare hand, do I?" says Pansy nodding towards the has still stuck to Grangers' shoulder. The only way out of this situation was to take the potion and pray to Merlín it works swiftly
"Open wide dear," says Madam Pomfrey placing the vial near Pansy's lips.
Doing as instructed, Pansy shuts her eyes tight and opens her mouth to drink the potion. With one swift move, Madam Pomfrey has tipped the entirety of the bottle into her mouth. Pansy scrunches her face in disgust, the moment the thick green liquid touches her tongue. Eyes still shut she shakes her head black and forth, sucking on a pair of dirty old ducks would have tasted better than that.
"Right now lie down ladies, and we'll have you loose in no time"
Pansy's mind is in a spin, any thoughts of the disgusting taste of the potion are swept away by the notion that she needs to lie down on a bed with Granger. Her cheeks burn hotter than dragons' breath as they clumsily led towards the bed, neither wanting to do this.
"Come along, come along. Stop dilly dadaling" ushers Madam Pomfrey
Without the use of her hands, Pansy has no option it to but to sit awkwardly on the bed while Granger attempts to do the same. They are a tangled mess. She shuffles herself unceremoniously along the bed trying to get comfortable and away from the edge. A warmth of uneasiness flushes over her body, with every move she makes she can feel her skirt rising higher and her shirt twisting out of place.
Bloody Brilliant thinks Pansy that's all I need my knickers to be exposed to the wind for everyone to see. She tries to shift and shuffle in a way that lowers her skirt but instead, she makes matters worse and can only imagine she looks like a rather awkward Flobberworm slipping and sliding about.
"Just lie down and be still," orders Granger
"Listen here bookworm" snaps Pansy "Don't tell me-"
"Stop that girls. Lie down" orders Madam Pomfrey sternly instantly disarming their would be argument
Doing as instructed both Pansy and Granger lay their head on the pillows. Their sticky predicament meaning they really have no option but to face each other. Pansy closes her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. She can feel the blood pulsating through her brain and ringing in her ears, this would have to be the most awkward position she has ever been in.
"I trust I can leave you while I tend to other patients?" says Madam Pomfrey before shutting the curtain and leaving the two of them alone.
Opening her eyes, Pansy gasps quietly at how uncomfortably close they are to each other. Her heart begins to speed up as they lie there staring at each other both at a loss for words.
Grangers eyes shine with curiosity, they seem to be analysing Pansy trying desperately to work something out. A small shiver shimmers down her spine at the intensity of the look.
Pansy can't help but notice that her eyes are striking chestnut in colour, her eyelashes thick and dark sweep over her eyelids highlighting the golden specks that are perfectly scattered around her pupil. It's the same eyes she saw looking down upon her in that dream. Instantly a dull slow throb begins to pulsate down in her pants.
Pansy's swallows hard and looks away quickly before her thoughts betray her further and make her think of things she shouldn't be thinking whilst lying in a bed with Granger.
Pansy can sense Grangers probing stare but refuses to look back at her, instead choosing to focus on a little tear in the otherwise pristine hospital curtain. There is silence except for the slow deep sounds of their breathing. Pansy is convinced Granger can hear the thrumming of her heart. Discomfort rises with every passing moment, all Pansy wants to do is run away to her room and hide beneath her quilt until this whole affair is over.
Grazing her teeth along her bottom lip, she shifts uncomfortably as snippets of the images from her dream replay in her mind. The funny thing is the more one tries not to think of a particular situation the more it embeds itself in one's mind landscape, causing her body to react in ways she does not want it to at this moment.
Only a dull painful ache running from her shoulder down her arm to the tips of her fingers is able to break her thoughts away. Her arm is uncomfortably pinned beneath her side, the weight of her body pressing down hard, it feels as if her arm may actually drop off if she doesn't move it soon.
An electric shock of surprise races through her body as she looks at Granger, who is still staring at her. Granger's cheeks flush an endearing rose colour.
Heat permeates throughout her body, her cheeks burning hotter than fire. Her stomach flutters and twists as if a jar of pesky Cornish Pixies has been let loose within her.
"Granger" she croaks out, her voice raspy "my arm hurts, I need to move it. We need to move"
"We can't"
"What?"
"If we move other parts might get stuck"
"We just took a potion to stop that" whines Pansy, the pain in her arm now practically unbearable, she can feel the blood throbbing in her veins "just move over a little. So I can-"
"No," says Granger firmly, refusing to let Parkinson complete her sentence
Granger has a way of pushing Pansy's buttons provoking her into anger and frustration simultaneously, and this time would be no different.
Pansy's temper begins slowing rising, she can not believe Granger would not let her finish her sentence and leave her here in pain with an aching arm. Anger building with every passing second. And when Granger cocks her brow with a satisfied smirk on her face as if she has won, anger hisses through her veins ready to erupt.
Squinting her eyes in determination and jutting her jaw in defiance, Pansy pushes and attempts to rollover Granger so she can lie on her other side, but Granger, as if predicting Pansy's move, has somehow defied her by stiffening her body almost rock-like, that Pansy does nothing more than move an inch
"I said no Parkinson"
Granger's words fuelling Pansy's determination to get to the other side even more so. Grangers eyes squint at her in a challenge, daring Pansy to try again. Clenching her teeth, Pansy uses all her strength to push towards Granger as Granger uses all of hers to deny Pansy.
A battle of strength, push and shove ensue between the two as they try to not touch each other any more than necessary. Granger has cocked her leg a little, digging her heel into the mattress, obviously using the strength of her leg muscles to fight Pansy.
Using the added advantage of her hand being connected to Granger's shoulder Pansy takes one deep breath and using every bit of energy she pushes Granger onto her back until she is hovering above her victoriously.
Her victory is short-lived. Pansy's breath is ripped from my lungs, she freezes at the realisation of what has occurred. She looks down bewildered, her mind in a spin. In their struggle Pansy's leg, just above her knee, is now firmly stuck to Granger's crutch. She has no idea how her leg accidentally found itself in this position but it has. Pansy hovers over Granger horrified and beyond embarrassed.
Her mouth slightly agape she looks at Granger who has turned her face away, her cheeks a bright fiery red.
Pansy feels the heat rise in her own cheeks, before rolling down her spine. The words are caught in her throat, the warmth from Granger's crotch against her leg sends a shiver down her spine. Tingling pins and needles concentrate within her pants.
"May..maybe the potion has worked" Pansy manages to say as she attempts to move her leg
The potion has begun to work somewhat, but not completely, like two sticky Honeyduke toffees stuck together, rather than being able to pull simply pull her leg away it merely slides against Granger's core.
She swallows hard, her stomach flips as Granger lets out a little whimper with her move. Goosebumps shimmer down her body. Her breath and heart rate instantly quickening. Her eyes scan down, she can't help but notice the now heavy rise and fall of Grangers' chest. Her mouth becomes dry, instinctively she wets her lips.
Pansy tries again and again her leg slides smoothly and seamlessly against Granger.
Granger squeezes her eyes shut, her head still turned away she lets out another almost silent whimper that winds Pansy like a punch to the stomach. She wants to move her leg against Granger again, to hear another whimper to see a slight arch to her back. The heat now bellowing from Grangers crutch has her biting her inner lip. A cloud of intoxicating desire swarms around her head.
"Maybe try your hand" breaths out Granger, her voice deeper than Pansy has ever heard before, the sound sending a new army of goosebumps down her spine.
She physically has to shake her head to refocus her thoughts on getting out of this predicament.
She attempts to move her hand, and just like her leg it slides down Granger's arm, but much easier. The potion now taking greater effect. Again she tries, her hand now sliding easily upwards. A few more strokes and her hand slides off. They are free.
Relief and a twinge of disappointment wash over Pansy. Her leg still firmly placed against Granger. She stares down at Granger, at a loss for words. She feels she should say something.
The sound of a gaggle of students entering the infirmary snaps her back to reality. She leaps from on top of Granger faster than an attacking Hippogriff, to stand near the bed. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she stares at Granger in shocked disbelief. Granger's skirt is still hitched high, showing off her smooth legs. Pansy struggles to believe how close they just were and the effect it had in her.
There's a discomfort building in her chest, her hands become clammy, her stomach twists. She can hear the thumping of her heart against her chest, her body feels as if a hot blanket has been placed all over her, burning her skin. She does the only thing she can think of. Pulling the hospital curtains back swiftly she turns and walks away so fast she is practically running. She keeps going ignoring the calls from Madam Pomfrey that she needs to be evaluated before she can be dismissed.
The moment Pansy steps foot out of the infirmary she begins to run, run as fast as she can in the opposite direction to the infirmary.
Sweat forms on Pansy's skin, her breath is short, her eyes throb from the speed. She can feel the oxygen burning her throat as it floods in and out of her lungs. Her legs begin to burn, but she needs to get far away from the infirmary, from Granger and back to her dorm. Pansy continues to run ignoring the shouts from the portraits telling her not to run in hallways. She runs only stopping when she arrives at an empty space on the wall down a very long corridor, the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.
Breathing heavily she realises she can't walk into the common room like this. She needs to catch her breath and straighten her clothes.
Only a few moments pass before she hears footsteps coming down the hall, she desperately doesn't want to see she anyone, she has no option but to go into the common. Quickly running her fingers through her hair she enters.
"Pansy" calls out Daphne instantly "We didn't know they were going to do that," she says desperately
Pansy waves a dismissive hand to Daphne, despite how sincere she sounds, she needs time to herself, to compose herself as she makes a beeline for the bathroom.
To any onlookers, her flushed face and brisk walk could be taken as anger or annoyance.
Slamming the bathroom door behind her, Pansy lets out a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding.
Like slow waves on a shore, the realisation of the intimate sexual position Granger and her just experienced surfaces. A carousel of confusion plaguing her thoughts, she leans her head against the closed bathroom door, her body alive with electricity, a longing pressure in her loins builds with every passing moment.
She touches her leg in the same spot that was connected to Granger, sending a hot shiver down her spine and a deep tingling pulse in her underwear.
"Merlín, what is happening to me" whispers Parkinson to herself as her fingers slow drag up her thigh beneath her skirt.
She lets her fingers trace along the centre of her underwear. The effect of what occurred from the infirmary the evident even through her underwear.
This isn't normal she tells herself