"You snogged Granger in the Restricted Section!" gasps Millicent her mouth hanging open wide like a giant cane toad "How did you get in?"
"Hang on" interrupts Daphne "First things first. Did she apologise?"
"Yes" replies Pansy.
Despite being interrogated like she was on trial in front of a full Wizengamot council the moment she returned to her room, there was a swirl of eutrophic warmth radiating through her that nothing could dampen. They could ask as many questions as they liked, there is a serenity in her that lights her up inside and nothing could possibly destroy
"She said the exact words I'm sorry" questions Daphne again
"She did"
"Damn it" huffs Daphne as she stomps towards her bedside the table and delves into her draw rummaging about a little before producing a large clear bag filled with chocolate frogs, liquorice wands, charm chocs and other assortments of sweets purchased from her last trip to Hogsmeade. She tosses the bag unceremoniously at Tracey who catches it mid-air
"Don't worry I'll share...maybe" smirks Tracey
"You made a bet on whether Granger would apologise," says Pansy shaking her head
"I thought she would be too stubborn to do it" shrugs Daphne plopping herself onto her bed, with a look of part annoyance and part plotting how to get her bag of sweets back before Tracey demolishes them all.
"Obviously I had more faith in your allure Pans" jokes Tracey unwrapping a chocolate frog and swiftly popping the chocolate amphibian in her mouth before it could hop away.
"Oh shut up" huffs Daphne folding her arms across her chest
"I wonder what dangerous and unusual place Granger is going to take you next for a snog" muses Tracey as she stares at the collector's card she retrieved from the chocolate frog.
It was true, so far Granger and taken her to The Shrieking Shack, beneath the Whomping Willow and now the Restricted Section of the library. Pansy couldn't help but smile at the thought of what a rule-breaker the prim and proper school golden child actually is.
"Maybe she'll take you to the Forbidden Forest" continues Tracey as she rummages through her newly acquired bag of sweets for something else to eat
"Merlín, you can't go to the Forbidden Forest" gasps Daphne "Centaurs live there, and Merlin knows what else"
" I have no intention of going to the Forbidden Forest," says Pansy
"Ooohhh maybe she'll take you to muggle London" chips in Millicent excitedly
"You can meet her parents?" says Tracey cheekily
"That would be so interesting," says Millicent "Meeting muggles in their own home."
"Hang on, Hang on," says Pansy "Who said anything about meeting parents?" she questions.
She likes Granger and she definitely likes kissing her but meeting parents means taking things to the next level of commitment and she wasn't even convinced she knew what level they were on. They had hooked up twice, it hardly meant they were dating.
"We barely know each other" continues Pansy
"Oh I think you know parts of each other very well" jokes Daphne
"It's not like we're dating, we're just" Pansy pauses lost for words "we're just - I mean we're young, we're just" she tries again
"Snogging each other senseless" chortles Tracey
"Passing the quaffle around the field " teases Daphne "Maybe you should try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team next time"
Rolling her eyes "Anything you would like to add" huffs Pansy half-heartedly turning to Millicent
"We're only teasing Pans" laughs Tracey "No need to get stroppy. You'll get wrinkles, and you have to look your best when you meet Grangers parents," she says breaking out into raucous laughter
"You guys are so so funny," says Pansy unable to keep the smile from her face.
Pansy wasn't used to being on the receiving end of jibes and jokes, usually, it was her dishing out the catty and witty remarks, but truth be told it didn't bother her, in fact, she found this all rather enjoyable.
"I just can't believe you're able to walk into the Restricted Section without an alarm of sorts going off," says Millicent still fixated on Pansy's visit to the out of bounds area of the library "I mean, there are books on dark magic in there, Dumbledore wouldn't want just any student accessing some of those spells." she says more to herself than anyone else "I really thought entry would be charmed in some way. It's really surprising"
"Don't worry about that now Mils?" says Tracey "We're busy teasing Pansy. So, Pansy what colour theme will you and Granger have at your wedding?"
"Oh shut up," says Pansy throwing a spare pillow from her bed at Tracey
Jibes about the colour scheme of Pansy's and Granger's wedding, the type of theme they could have, how many children they would have, who would carry who over the threshold continued into the evening and only suppressed when Tracey and Daphne gave a big yawn and decided that it was time for sleep.
Stretching her arms well above her head her bones crack as she yawns herself awake the next morning. Pansy is up early, she is riddled with nervous anticipation, the type that makes your entire body tingle. Even thou she knows she won't be able to approach Granger without giving away their newfound connection she can't wait to see her. Having just woken from another delicious dream involving Granger and herself and lots of kissing may have added to her eagerness.
Every nerve in her body is electrified as she readies her self for the day. She lets her mind wander to the dream she had, to thoughts of kissing and tracing her fingers along Granger's body. The images lighting a fire in her brain that spreads throughout her entire body and feeds an insatiable ache created within her.
It was getting hard to focus on anything other than Granger. It was as if suddenly every part of Pansy needed to know every part of her.
Her heart jumps right into her throat, beating even more rapidly than if she had been running when she enters the Great Hall and sees Granger. She can't help but walk a little taller, as she catches her eye. They share a secret smile, a smile that says they are happy to see one another, that they know something no one else does.
Blushing, Granger quickly buries her head behind the Daily Prophet trying to hide her reaction to seeing Pansy, the gesture making Pansy smile even more. She feels good right to her bones.
"Look at you. You're cockier than the hairy groundskeeper's rooster" muses Daphne
It was true, confidence was oozing through her veins, she could feel it. Professor Dumbledore could call her up in front of the entire Great Hall to sing the school anthem and she wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Her confidence as well as thoughts of kissing and touching Granger grew throughout the day like one of Professors Sprouts exotic plants. She had positioned herself in perfect view of Granger in every class they had together, allowing herself the indulgence to just admire the curves of her body, the way her shirt pulled and gaped at the buttons offering a small glimpse of the soft skin beneath when she eagerly raises her hand to answer a question.
Every sideways glance and smile between Granger and herself fuelling an intoxicating desire. By the time their final class of the day, Charms, had finished her lust for Granger had sent her into a heady trance one that won't end until she can be with Granger alone again.
"Daphne, can you take my bag? I just want to go to the bathroom" asks Pansy as the exit the Charms classroom. She needs a moment to gain her composure and she was sure her roommates wouldn't give her any peace back in the Common Room.
"Go on then," says Daphne reaching for Pansy's school bag "I'll meet you back at our room"
Pushing through the heavy wooden door, Pansy let's out a deep sigh as she enters the softly lit bathroom. She shivers slightly, the temperature in the bathroom was at least a few degrees cooler than in the classrooms.
Gripping either side of the porcelain basin, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Images of Granger dance before her, building a longing pressure in her loins with every passing second. She was desperate to get Granger alone again but how? Never had she experienced these types of emotions before and she went convinced it was driving her slightly batty.
Her eyes shoot open and she quickly turns on the taps as the door to the bathroom creaks opens. She couldn't have someone finding her just standing at the basin like a stunned flobberworm.
Her heart bounds towards her chest as she sees through the mirror Granger slowly and meekly enter the bathroom. It was obvious she had followed Pansy in but didn't want to look so obvious or desperate.
Instantly, the temptation to play with Granger was too overwhelming.
"Why Miss Granger, are you following me?" asks Pansy playfully
"No" replies Granger defensively, as she makes her way to the basin beside Pansy "I just needed to wash my hands"
The way her cheeks were blushing suggested otherwise thinks Pansy. She couldn't resist teasing Granger more.
"Oh Really" teases Pansy cocking her eyebrow at Granger
"Yes. Really" replies Granger matter of factly as she turns her nose up. The gesture making Pansy smile even more.
Leaning her hip against the basin "Tsk, why is it that I just don't believe you" teases Pansy "I mean how odd that you just happen to come into the same bathroom as me to wash your hands. Perhaps I should report you for stalking"
"You're an idiot," says Granger rolling her eyes unable to keep a smile at bay
"Ouch. That hurt Granger" says Pansy tapping her chest "Got me right in the heart"
She was enjoying this playful banter. A mischievous smile plastered across her face.
"Oh I'm so sorry," says Granger sarcastically "You poor thing"
"Hmmm I'm not sure I can forgive you," she says feigning a sad smile "maybe you'll have to make it up to me"
"And how do you propose I make it up to you, oh precious one?"
"Hmmm, good question" continues Pansy enjoying this playful banter immensely. She could feel the tension building between them like hot lava ready to erupt through the earth's crust. "I suppose" she pauses as she leans closer towards Granger. Her smile widening as she sees Granger inhale sharply. Her eyes focus on her lips. She leans even closer "you could always...do my Transfiguration homework for me"
"Why you-"
Whatever Granger was going to say is cut short by the sound of shrill laughter coming towards them. The sound causing Granger to instantly straighten, her eyes darting around the room for an escape route
"Quick," says Granger grabbing Pansy's hand and dragging her towards the furthest cubicle.
The door to the bathroom opens just as Granger clicks shut the door to their cubicle.
"I still can't believe Professor Dumbledore got the Green Hartlets to perform at the Ball" comes the voice of Lavender Brown. Hogwarts biggest gossiper. "It was such an awesome night"
"I know. It was amazing"
The response sounded like one of the Patil twins. Pansy assumes the Gryffindor twin Parvati.
The look of sheer terror on Grangers face at the realisation that on the other side of the door were her Gryffindor colleagues left Pansy speechless. She could understand Grangers fear if they were caught together by Lavendar Brown it would be around the school quicker than wildfire and yet surprisingly Pansy wasn't feeling stressed, quite the opposite. Perhaps it was because she could rely on Daphne to think of an excuse for why she was stuck in a toilet cubicle with Granger, or more likely it was because she was completely focussed on the flutters that being this close to Granger we're creating in her belly and her pants.
"Everything was so amazing. The music, the decorations." continues the conversation on the other side of the door "Everyone looked so different not in uniform"
"I hate to admit it," says Lavender "you know who looked fantastic, Pansy Parkinson. That dress was amazing. I've never seen anything like it"
The corners of Pansy's lips fight a smile, her eyebrows slightly cocked. The confession from Lavendar Brown of how attractive she looked at the Ball fueling her confidence even more. With a devious twinkle in her eye, she shrugs her shoulders coyly at Granger and barely mouths "you lucky thing you"
"shhh" whispers Granger harshly while giving a stern look.
"What was that," asks Patil, obviously hearing Granger
"Oh probably just Moaning Myrtle, you know how she likes to loiter around the bathrooms, eavesdropping on conversations. Anyhow, more importantly, where do you think Parkinson got that dress from? Definitely not in England"
Granger breathes a small sigh of relief at Lavendar Browns incorrect observation that the sound was from one of Hogwarts resident ghosts. Granger leans her head against the wall, her eyes focused squarely in the door.
If Pansy was feeling aroused before it was nothing compared to the desire that was flowing through her now, being locked in a small space with a very panicked Granger.
She got a funny idea in her head, she bit the edge of a smile, in a vain attempt to keep her creeping grin at bay. A tango of nervous excitement dancing in the pit of Pansy's stomach. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.
Pansy moves towards Granger who is pressed firmly against the wall, and gently pushes Grangers hair back to reveal her smooth neck.
"What are you doing?" mouths Granger grabbing Pansy's hand in a feeble attempt to keep Pansy at arms distance. "Stop it" Granger whispers in panicked desperation looking quickly at the closed cubical door. A crackle in her voice.
Undeterred Pansy attempts to use her other free hand to reach for Granger, only to be thwarted as Granger grabs it by the wrist.
With both her wrists now firmly in Granger's grip, a sly smile crosses her lips. She drifts smoothly forward, the throbbing desire that was engulfing her all too consuming, her heart beating against her chest, excitement building within her in the knowledge that on the other side of the door were two Gryffindors.
With heart hammering faster than she could imagine, she moves within centimetres of Granger, whose panicked eyes are fixed on Pansy's lips.
"Stop it" Granger mouths again desperately
Ignoring Grangers protest Pansy moves in closing the gap between them. It feels like an eternity that they stand within millimetres of touching.
With a wicked grin, Pansy leans in and begins to work a trail of silent open-mouthed kisses from Granger's ear down the column of her throat. Hot shivers run down her legs as Granger offers little resistance and instinctively arches her neck directly towards her mouth.
Slowly and meticulously she drags her lips around Granger's neck nipping gently along the way. She feels Grangers breath quicken as she cruises along the nape of her neck wth the tip of her tongue, breathing hotly onto Grangers pale skin. Focussed as ever she lets her lips lazily graze upwards along Grangers cheek, ensuring she remains within a whispers breath of Grangers plush inviting lips. She pulls away abruptly as Granger tries to capture Pansys lips into kiss. The small disgruntled growl that escapes Granger has Pansy smiling even more as she moves in to continue dragging her lips across Grangers neck nibbling and nipping along the way.
Her head swims, all previous thoughts stop in their tracks as Grangers resistance begins crumbling before her eyes when she loosens her vicelike grip on Pansy's wrist. Sweat forming in the nape of her neck, there is only one desire, one wish that matters right now. She wants to feel Granger.
She easily prys herself from Grangers loosened grip. She slowly brushes Grangers back, lifting her shirt gently from her skirt, her fingertips lazily brush along the skin of her back, Grangers body quivering and trembling beneath her touch.
Blood pounds in her brain. Inhaling deeply she slides her hand slowly up the length of Grangers smooth thigh hitching her skirt up further with every stroke, while she continues to nibble along Grangers neck
Feeling more adventurous than she ever has felt before, cautiously and slowly she traces her index finger along the edges of Grangers underwear over the top of her thigh , her shoulders tense a little as she half expects Granger to swot her hand away, instead a burning heat rips through her as Granger arches her hips towards Pansy's finger inviting to explore more. The action driving Pansy's curiosity and lust to a peak she cannot return from.
Feeling bolder than ever, she delves towards a place she's never been. Hot shivers run down her legs as Granger does not protest to her slowly pulling her underwear aside. Nervous but undeterred, she breathes in deeply. Cautiously she traces her finger along the edges of Grangers soft swollen lips, a burning heat rips through her as Granger silently gasps and arches her back against the wall, Granger's honey brown eyes firmly shut, her mouth open just enough that Pansy can see the tip of her pink tongue.
Pansy is completely mesmerised by the look of absolute desire and fear screening across Grangers face. She feels herself getting as wet as Granger feels as she continues to trace her finger along the edges of Grangers soft warm folds, teasing her with her gentle touch. Her body feels like it is burning from the inside out, she's never touched anyone like this, never experienced a sensation so intense and driven. The pounding desire that is engulfing her is all too consuming as she glides her finger to the spot to be sure to send Granger over the edge.
An electric charge streams down her as Granger bites down on her bottom lip as Pansy rolls her finger around Grangers hardened clit. Lust and desire kindling in her loins as she stares amazed by Grangers usually reserved features crumble and distort before her.
Thoughts of Lavender Brown and the Patil twin catching her with Granger completely disappear as her finger dances and curls around Grangers womanhood.
She feels an overwhelming throbbing in her heart and between her legs consume her as she continues to watch in awe as Granger's body begins to tremble beneath her touch just moments before her hand shoots to her mouth and she bites down hard in a feeble attempt to contain her moan.
Pansys own breath hitches when Grangers free hand painfully grips her shoulder, nails digging in deep. She swallows hard, her eyes focused on Grangers teeth biting hard into her hand almost penetrating the skin in an attempt to hold back that moan desperate to escape.
She bites back her own groan as Granger's legs squeeze crushingly tight around Pansy hand, Grangers body shuddering and shaking, before slumping against the wall limp in a whimper.