Her fingers brushed the last ingredient, an ebony hair, mid length and perfect. Hermione's lips thinned in concentration as she examined the smell and viscosity of the potion to ensure the intended result. With a final nod, the last ingredient was added to her now bubbling potion.
A noise disrupted her for a mere two seconds as she looked around the empty room. Nothing.
She turned to her right, to the small a vial with blue and green liquid swirling together. A faint aroma wafted into the air; a disgusting smell intertwined with the slight smell of blueberries.
Pansy is going down.
Hermione cackled to herself as she pocketed the ingredients then whistled happily as she walked to the fireplace.
"Ministry of Magic."
Poof, she was gone.
Hermione went about her day, working on de-cursing objects. The task is fun and exciting for all of two hours. Typically, her days work took longer, but today is different.
The vials in her pocket seemed abnormally warm, almost burning with her desire to use them. Just ten more minutes and Pansy would be at a meeting for the discovery of a group of unicorns found in a muggle forest.
The forest has a ward that distorts a muggle's view of the unicorn, so they would look right past them. Hermione discovered this a year ago, set up the wards and allowed them to breed in secret. Now is her chance to use this information for an important task.
Yesterday, an "anonymous" tip was sent to the ministry to investigate this matter. Pansy would need to leave the office for a minimum of two hours.
Revenge is near.
Hermione thought back to what Pansy did to her and involuntarily shuddered. For two weeks she had to pee standing up. She woke up hard and confused.
Her hormones were all out of sorts and forced her to take a vacation from work, using up her hard-earned vacation pay.
DAAAA DUMMMM DAAAAA DUUUUMMMM!
The alarm on her phone screamed, letting Hermione know revenge is near.
Upon stepping out of the bathroom Hermione grinned as she smoothed down her designer outfit and pushed her black hair behind her ear. She pushed open the door to "her" office and sat down spinning in the chair.
Pansy's office was immaculate. There were only a few books on magical creatures, and very few office trinkets. A picture of Hermine and herself sat on her desk, among only two other trinkets.
A small dragon figurine sat next to her name plate "Pancy Parkison" read the tag in gold letters. Hermione set to work, finding the perfect place for her potion, inside the curtain rods, in the chair, and in her scented sticks.
The potion would not work right away. It would take a couple days of smelling the concoction before it would be too late.
Hermione's lips twisted into a grin as she pictured a bright blue Parkison. She missed the sound of the door clicking shut, as she started to chuckled to herself.
Her gaze flicked back to the desk, noticing the words on Pancy's desk were gone. How peculiar.
"You look happy."
Hermione froze, and her smile faltered. That voice.
A warm breath settled on her exposed neck.
"Drakey!" Hermione cooed, knowing exactly how Pansy talked to him. She twirled around and wrapped her arms around him.
Pushing her face into his shoulder, she tried not to notice the muscle in his back, the warmth and the smell. Oh gods. He smelled… Wonderful.
"Hello beautiful," his velvet voice rushed through her. She gathered herself with a quick intake of breath.
"I have to get going Drakey, but it was so nice to see you! Maybe we could have lunch soon?" Hermione tried to wiggle out of his grip. His arms were wrapped tightly around her with no way to escape his torturous grasp. She is polyjuiced as Pansy for goodness sake! She could not let this happen.
"I'm hungry now." His hands dipped below her waist as he pulled her flush with his body. Her body felt hot and she could feel her body reacting. Blood rushed to her breasts and down to her below her belly, filling her with an ache.
"Uhh, Draco, I need to go back to work.' Her hands gripped his dress robes, silently pleading for him to just leave.
"Your boss is gone, we have time." His head dipped down, his lips almost grazing hers. He paused, steel grey eyes staring into her soul. Her face went cherry red, as she tried desperately to hold her body back. She craved this. He was right there. She could kiss him with no consequences.
Fuck it. She started to close her eyes, but a picture of Pansy appeared before her and instead she pushed him away. He stared evenly at her and released her from his grasp.
"I am so sorry, but I am not Pansy—" she was cut off by the wind getting knocked out of her. His body flush against hers, his hands restraining hers. A gasp escaped her throat as she tried to pull her hands free. Her wand! Shit, her want was in her pocket, not her wrist holster. Damnit!
He stared waiting for more. A smirk dazzled his lips. Hermione gulped, her hands tried to escape, but to no avail. He was immovable.
She could feel how wet she was. All she wanted was to grind against him and create friction. She tried to fling her long hair to the side.
"Y—you see. Pansy turned me into a male for 2 weeks and I needed to get my revenge. So, I cooped up a plot to turn her blue. I'm not really Pansy! I'm—" she was cut off by lips biting into hers.
Malfoy releaser her hands and tilted her head to him as he devoured her mouth. Lips against lips, they battled. She kissed him hard, her head pinned to the wall as his mouth entrapped hers. Her body replied in kind but rubbing against him, feeling his hardened muscles. More.
He broke away, his eyes glinting with mischief and happiness.
"Granger, I know." His smirk penetrated her gaze, and she could not help but stare.
"What?" His body still pressed against her.
"I. Knew. It. Was. You." His hot breath on her neck. Lips grazing her skin.
"H-how?" Her startled voice echoed as his fingers torturously slipped into her shirt and glided along her waistband.
"Pansy borrowed Potter's invisibility cloak and watched you brew the Polyjuice." His fingers toyed deliciously with her breasts as she finally realized she was back to her own body. "She made sure I would be here to greet you." His fingers slid lower, sliding along her underwear, gliding along her slit. A choked moan escaper her lips.
"If she knew what I would do to you." His finger slid the underwear to the side, and he started tapping her. Torturing her with the lack of stimulation. She attempted to grind herself against the hand, but her held his hand firm in place and her body still. "I doubt she would have told me."
"I thought you two were to-." She was cut as he pushed his lips against her again. This time her kissed her slow like a melody. When he stopped, she closed her eyes and pushed her head back against his shoulder, hiding her burning face. This was Malfoy and yes, she fancied him.
"No, I only want one woman." Malfoy's finger pushed inside her, fluctuation from penetrating her core to circling her clit.
"Do you want me?" He smirked as they sunk to the floor. Hermione barely registered his words as she twitched and convulsed in pleasure. She forgot to answer as he pushed her to the edge, her breath coming out in heavy puffs.
He stopped.
Hermione cried out in displeasure, as he teased her entrance. "Do you want me?" He repeated patiently.
Her body reacted to his words, flushing and teasing her already aroused body. "Yess—ss" she stuttered as before she could finish her word, he slipped in another finger and pelted her more. Within a few seconds, she moaned in delight as she reached her climax. She clenched around his fingers and clutched his hair, eyes turning white in ecstasy.
"Fuck! Malfoy! Ah!" She nearly screamed.
"Granger!" His lips did not match his words. He slid off his shirt. His muscles rippling. His fingers hooded around his fitted pants. She felt hands grabbing hers and pulling them away from her slit. How did her fingers get inside her? What is going on?
Her eyes opened, the vision of Malfoy slipping down his boxers disappeared.
Looking around, Hermione sat up and gaped at the people staring at her. There were concerned steel grey eyes staring at her. Pansy sat smirking on her desk. Malfoy was kneeling on the floor above Hermione, eyebrow raised.
"What happened?" Hermione managed to ask in a quiet voice, hoping she did not fail her prank. She reached in her pants pocket and thanked the gods, the empty vials were there.
"Well, you had an erotic dream, Granger." Hermione blushed, her eyes refusing to meet Malfoy's. His voice caused her heart to stutter.
"It seems the dream was about Malfoy, courtesy of this potion here."
Hermione caught the empty vial Pansy threw at her and gaped. It was a Weasley product! When you inhaled the scent you are catapulted into a sexual fantasy. Even worse, this product is the same color as the prank potion. Meaning, somehow Pansy switched the potion on her. How?
"I'll leave you two to… Chat? Or is shag a better word? Later Mione!" Pansy laughed maniacally as she left the office, casting a silencio and locking spell on the door.
Hermione gulped staring up at Malfoy.
"Well Granger. Care to share your dream?" He smirked as he twisted his body on top of hers. "I love a good story."
Her resembled a tomato as she pushed her hand against his shoulder, only then realizing they were wet with her juices.
"I'm going to kill her."
"Punish me first, love."
Malfoy locked eyes with Hermione and grinned.
"Gladly." Malfoys smile faulted as it was Hermione's turn to smirk. Her blush vanished as she pushed her lips on his, in a dominating kiss.