Pansy x Lavender – Thanks For The Lesson

Pansy sat on the floor of her dorm room; parchment spread out in front of her as she studied a textbook in her lap. She was waiting for her first student. Her skills in potion making had become clear last year and, now her parents had cut her off for breaking up with Draco, it became her last hope for making some money. Next door in the common room, she could hear a rowdy Crabbe and Goyle, as well as, occasionally, the voices of Draco and Blaise. She had thought of going out to shout at them to be quite a few times, but she knew it would be too awkward between her and Draco. She couldn't deal with that right now.

Pansy heard the voices grow louder, and then a knock at the door sounded. Her student was here. She stood, wondering what all the noise was about, but became apparent as she opened the door to see a girl in Gryffindor robes standing outside her dormitory. She glanced out at the top of the stairs where she saw Crabbe and Goyle jeering at her and making obscene gestures.

"Please go inside," Pansy said to the girl, "I'll be right in."

The door shut behind her and she began marching up the stairs towards the two mountain-troll-like boys. They recoiled, and hurried backwards, stumbling up the steps as they went. She caught them at the top of the steps, drawing her wand pointing it menacingly at the pair.

"Was there a problem?" she asked, glaring at them.

They both shook their heads violently, but a voice came from behind them.

"I think there was a problem."

The gargoyles stepped aside to reveal Draco, meeting Pansy's glare with an icy, threatening stare.

"She was a Gryffindor," he said calmly, with a hint of menace, "and this is the Slytherin common room."

"She's my student," she replied, "so if you have a problem then maybe we could have a little discussion about it, and I'll make sure you don't complain anymore." Her eyes flickered like a hot flame.

Draco's lip curled at the edge in frustration.

"And you two," she continued, turning her wand to Crabbe and Goyle, "have some fucking respect. If I see that hand gesture again, I'll assume it's aimed at me, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to get angry with you."

They both shook their heads again, trying to back up towards Draco.

"Well I'm glad that's all sorted," she smiled sweetly, turning to leave the common room.

As her foot landed on the first step, she heard a flurry of movement behind her. Turning, she saw Draco, as if in slow motion, brandish his wand at her. A one-word spell escaped his lips.

"Sectumsempra!"

Her wand was already in her hand, and she quickly flicked it across her chest, deflecting the spell with relative ease. Draco seemed as shocked as she was. She couldn't believe the audacity of that prick, to try and curse her with such a horrible spell. For a second the whole room looked between the two as they stared at each other, not knowing what would happen next. Pansy's head was hot with anger and, almost instinctively, her hand swished in front of her.

"Stupefy." She spoke with a cold precision.

Malfoy flew backwards about three feet, his limbs locked in place as his head hit the ground and blood began pouring from his nose. Pansy tucked her wand in her robes and turned on her heel, down the stairs and back into her dorm room.

The girl was standing in the middle of the room with a concerned expression on her face, clearly having heard all the commotion upstairs.

"Should I go?" she asked, taking a step towards the door.

"No," Pansy's arm flew out in front of her, knowing what might happen if she went out there, "It's fine, just an argument."

"Oh, ok," the girl stepped back into the middle of the room.

"I'm afraid I don't have a table or chairs, so we'll have to sit on the floor.

"Fine by me," the girl managed a smile before turning to set her books down on the floor.

"What's your name? Pansy asked as she turned and locked the door, making sure they weren't joined by some very unwanted company.

"Lavender."

Pansy recognised the name and remembered that she had been the girlfriend of Weasley until they had broken up fairly recently. She also remembered that they had potions with the Gryffindors, so they must be in the same class, although she didn't recognise the girl's face.

"You're in my potions class," Lavender said as Pansy sat opposite her.

"Yes, I recognise you," she lied, not wanting to offend the girl, "so, what part of potions do you struggle with most?"

"Umm," she bit her lip, "well I'm not sure if I'd say struggle…" she tailed off.

"Let's just work on a bit of everything," Pansy smiled.

Lavender nodded in agreement.

Pansy was still feeling the heat from her argument and stood to open the window.

"It's quite hot down here," Lavender said, slightly muffled.

Pansy turned to see the girl sliding her jumper over her head, revealing a colourful top that she could never see herself wearing. It seemed to work on her though.

"I thought it would be cold in the dungeons," Lavender continued.

"I think they heat it with some sort of spell," Pansy replied, crossing the room towards the toilet, "I just need to splash my face."

She returned to the room a moment later feeling cooler, and found Lavender reading her copy of Advanced Potion Making.

"What are all these notes?" she asked.

Pansy sat once more, straightening her skirt before she spoke, "just some slightly different techniques I've discovered work quite well."

Lavender looked impressed, "you must be really good at potions."

"Well I'd have to be to be tutoring you," she reasoned, "besides, I had years of easy access to the potions supplies. It helps to be on Snape's good side."

Lavender nodded as she spoke, and Pansy couldn't help but notice just how much eye contact there was between them. She felt as if Lavender was trying to pull every bit of knowledge out of her teacher through her eyes.

"Shall we get started then?" Pansy asked, taking her book back from the girl.

They began their lesson with a small test to see how much lavender knew already. Pansy watched with interest as she noticed all the subtle mannerisms of the girl opposite her. The way she chewed on her quill, or a fingernail, when deep in thought. The way she squinted down at the page when a question made no sense to her. It was quite interesting to watch and, a couple of times, Pansy found herself staring a bit too long, and was met with that deep stare again. They finished the test and it became clear that Lavender had a lot of issues with the subject. Pansy didn't mind this at all as it meant she would get much more money from the girl for all their sessions.

"Ok," Pansy said, regarding her answers, "let's start on antidotes as you struggled quite a bit with that."

Lavender bowed her head slightly, sighing, "I just don't get the distinctions between antidotes and cures, I get them all mixed up in my head and then I can't remember anything about either of them."

"Hey," Pansy placed a hand on the girl's knee, before withdrawing it again sharply, not wanting to creep Lavender out, "with a few sessions I'm certain you could be top of the class on it."

Her smile seemed to comfort her, and she sat up straight again, picking up another piece of parchment. Pansy saw her eyes flick over to her knee, but her smile didn't falter. At least she hadn't ruined it already, she needed this money.

The two girls revised the topic in great detail, Pansy stopping to check that Lavender was keeping up okay. After asking Lavender to add her annotations to her own copy of the book, Pansy found herself with nothing to do for several minutes. She watched as Lavender shifted on her crossed legs, her skirt slipping up her thigh slightly. She found herself staring blankly at the girl's soft leg, eyes trailing up to the hem of her skirt. There was a dark gap in the middle of Lavender's lap that drew her attention, her mind wondering from the subject of potions for a moment. Catching herself in her unprofessional behaviour, she snapped her eyes away, only to find them captured by Lavender's once more.

"Umm…" she swallowed loudly, "I finished annotating."

Pansy had forgotten to think of something for her to do next, so she just took the book from her and began checking over her corrections, head growing hot once more.

"Do you read Witch Weekly?" Lavender asked.

Pansy shook her head as she read, "no."

"There was a cool article in there today," she said, undeterred, "about summer skirts. Something about keeping cool while trying not to expose too much leg."

Pansy stopped mid-sentence, cursing the girl for noticing her staring.

"Look," Lavender stood, straightening the skirt out, "I tried to do it but I'm not sure it's right."

Pansy's eyes traced her leg, travelling up to the hem of the skirt that sat about halfway up her thigh. The way Lavender spoke left her wondering if she had caught her out or if she was genuinely looking for some friendly advice.

"I think it's okay," she only just managed not to stutter her words.

"You don't think it's too high?" Lavender asked.

"I don't know," she gulped, managing to tear her eyes away for a second, but only to Lavender's face, where she saw an innocent face, waiting for an answer. She was cute. Pansy wished she had the confidence she usually put on around the school so she could answer with something smooth instead of just babbling out her words.

"It looks okay."

Why did she say okay? She saw a slight look of disappointment flash on Lavender's face.

"It looks good I mean," she corrected, earning a smile from the girl, "I meant it looks good."

"Thanks!" she exclaimed, dropping down to the floor again, the updraft making her skirt billow up slightly.

Pansy's face flushed as she saw a flash of Lavender's knickers.

"Whoops!" Lavender laughed, her hand shooting down to stop the skirt riding any higher, "I just wanted to ask because you dress really cool."

The statement came as a shock to Pansy as she had never made a huge effort with her appearance, normally just throwing on a black jumper or t shirt, and a skirt or some shorts. Given her parent's wealth, they did happen to be much more expensive clothes than some students could afford, but she didn't think that counted for much.

"I wish I could pull off black," Lavender said.

"You wouldn't suit black," Pansy replied, realising she needed to specify what she meant when Lavender looked slightly offended, "I just mean it wouldn't fit you. You seem like a colourful person."

She seemed to be satisfied with that answer, "yes, I suppose I am."

A silence fell that brought with it an awkwardness that Pansy tried to overcome by grabbing her book and finding a new activity for Lavender to complete.

"I wish some people did tutoring in other subjects," Lavender sighed, "I feel like I've learned more in the last hour than I have in a year of lessons."

"Are you struggling with other lessons too?" Pansy asked, sensing another opportunity. She was quite good at charms.

"I just need to concentrate in class more I think," she answered, I struggle in Potions and Care of Magical Creatures the most."

Pansy noted that these were the two lessons their two houses shared on the schedule.

"I just need to concentrate," Lavender repeated, sighing.

"Was it Weasley?" Pansy asked, "distracting you?"

"We broke up four months ago," she said bitterly.

"Sorry I shouldn't have asked that- " Pansy started but was cut off.

"I keep looking at you," Lavender blurted out, looking like a weight had been lifted from her chest, "that's why I'm so shit in class okay, I just keep staring at you all the time and I get distracted and, and…" she trailed off into silence.

"Because of my clothes?" she asked, giving Lavender an out if she wanted to pretend she didn't just admit what she had.

"No," she sighed, "you're just really pretty and it's really distracting," she laughed as she realised how silly it sounded.

"Well I wasn't expecting that," Pansy chuckled.

"I promised I wouldn't say anything, but I saw you looking at me before and I thought maybe you might feel the same."

She had finally mentioned it and it was confirmed that she had been caught.

"I didn't think you'd seen," Pansy laughed.

"It wasn't exactly sneaky," Lavender said, and the two girls laughed awkwardly at the situation.

It was silent again.

"Can I kiss you?" Lavender asked, almost looking shocked that it wasn't in her head.

Pansy didn't know what to say. All she knew was that she wanted to let it happen. Slowly, tentatively, she nodded her head.

Lavender got up to her knees, shuffling over to her with a nervous look on her face. She leaned forward, hands reaching to hold Pansy's arms as their lips met. It was almost instinct at first that made Pansy open her mouth to allow the kiss to happen, but then she felt the warmth of the other girl and felt that familiar flush in her face. Lavender's hand came up to hold the back of Pansy's head, pulling the girls closer together.

After a moment, their tongues joined in the entwinement. Lavender lowered herself onto Pansy's lap, taking her hand and placing it on her thigh under the skirt. Pansy drew a sharp breath as she felt the soft skin under her palm. She started to rub her hand slowly up her leg, her crotch growing wet at the thought of what lay at the end. Then, she felt the cloth that lay there, her mind jumping back to the flash she got of the stripy knickers earlier on. She teased the edge of the cloth before letting her finger venture into the middle, where it found a wet patch. Lavender let out a small moan as Pansy rubbed at the spot. She was pulled closer to the girl, her nose filling with her sweet scent.

Pansy let her hand drop, cupping Lavender's crotch as she continued rubbing the area. Lavender began bucking her hips slightly, grinding into her palm as her breath became heavy. She broke the kiss, her head dropping over Pansy's shoulder as she pulled her in tightly. Pansy took advantage of the position to clasp her lips around Lavender's neck, kissing and nibbling away and eliciting a moan from behind her. She felt Lavender's breasts brushing her own as the girl thrust into her hand in her blissful state. With her free hand she tried and failed to pull Lavender's top up and over her head. Lavender seemed to notice though and pulled the top off herself, revealing that she hadn't worn a bra. Her boobs weren't especially big, but Pansy didn't care. Instantly, she dropped her lips to the girl on her lap's nipples, sucking each one in turn and driving Lavender closer to the edge.

Pansy's affectionate display was interrupted as Lavender pulled her shirt up and over her head. She was wearing a rather expensive looking black lacy bra that lifted her perky breasts just the right amount. Lavender dropped her head and moaned into Pansy's collarbone as she kissed and nibbled at it before lowering to her boobs, kissing the cleavage that lay there, inviting her in. She looked like a niffler that had been locked out of a jewellers. Pansy let her in by reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra with her free hand. Lavender tore away the lacy fabric and latched onto a nipple, sucking and kissing at Pansy's chest and making her moan in return.

Suddenly, Lavender's moans stopped as she stood and held out a hand, which Pansy took. She led her over to a bed, not caring whose it was, and pushed the Slytherin backwards onto it, making her skirt fly up and giving her a great view underneath.

"Just lie back and enjoy this," she requested.

Pansy watched as she reached under her skirt, pulling her now wet pants down to her ankles, and lowering her head under there instead.

"Fuck," Pansy breathed as she felt wetness envelop her crotch.

Pleasure shot through her core as Lavender's tongue began lapping at her folds, a finger finding her clit and starting to rub it in tiny circles. Pansy's hands grasped onto the covers above her head as she began writhing her hips, trying to get the maximum amount of pleasure from Lavender's skilful tongue as she could. It wasn't long until she felt an indeterminate number of fingers being plunged inside her. Her moans pitched and her hips reached full thrust as she felt Lavender fucking her. Lavender's mouth began tracing its way up her body, making its way up to her mouth and resuming their kiss as she hooked her fingers inside the girl below her. Pansy's moans were muffled by Lavender's kiss, but they were growing louder.

"I'm gonna cum!" she cried out as her head slammed back onto the mattress, hand leaving the blankets to latch onto Lavender's arm.

She quickened her pace and Pansy's nails embedded themselves in her arm. Pansy was as close as she felt she could ever be and felt herself begin to tip over the edge as her stomach tightened.

"Cum for me, Pansy," Lavender demanded.

It was all she needed. The knot in her stomach twisted and she felt her legs shake as white seemed to envelop her eyes. She bucked her hips as she came, her hands trying to push Lavender's fingers as far inside of her as she could. Lavender heard her name cried out and it drove her crazy.

Pansy finally came to rest, aside from some slight twitches in her legs, and grabbed Lavender, pulling her close and holding her there.

"Thank you," she whispered into the top of her head, still catching her breath.

"You're so fucking sexy," Lavender almost moaned into her chest.

Lavender slid to the edge of the bed, kissing Pansy's clit on the way past and earning a shiver. Pansy watched as the girl pulled her clothes on and swept up her books.

"I should go," she said, starting towards the door.

"Lavender!" Pansy called, jumping up and crossing the room to grab her arm.

Lavender turned back and was met with another kiss as Pansy wrapped her arms around her.

"Thank you. I mean it," she stared up at her, "I've never done it with a girl before."

"I trust it won't be the last," Lavender winked, earning a kiss on the cheek.

"Keep staring at me in class and maybe I'll give you something to look at," Pansy smiled up at her, planting one last kiss on her lips.

Lavender just smiled back before turning and opening the door a crack, checking no one was outside.

"Thanks for the lesson Pansy," she winked before slipping out of the door.