Author: Lash_Larue
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione - Pansy
Rating: Adult
Summary: Hermione discovers something about herself
Warnings: Girlsex, see original prompt
Word Count: 1050
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling

"The Hunter and the Hunted"

I can't believe it.

Ginny Weasley shows up at my club with her new girlfriend and it's Hermione Granger. More than that, Granger is hot. Damn hot, and she doesn't believe it, which of course makes her even hotter.

So I, being a sharp businesswoman, put those two on display. I'm having fun watching Granger be uncomfortable with all the attention and then she downs a few glasses of my best white wine and Weasley takes her out on the floor and does her in front of the whole joint. Nobody could see a thing but Grangers' face, though the dress she was wearing let you know there was a real woman inside it. There were women wanking all over the place and I was just about to break my rule and pick up a customer when Granger sucked her girlfriend's fingers clean right in front of me.

But that's not what I can't believe.

Weasley helped her back to their table, because Granger was a bit rubber legged, not that I could blame her. Granger put her head on Weasley's shoulder and sat real still for a while, and then I noticed one of her hands sliding up Weasley's thigh. She sat up straight like she'd been caught falling asleep in class, and waved me over to the table.

"Have you got somewhere private that Gin and I can borrow for a while?" she asks. "Because what I want to do to her I don't think even you would want me to do out here." Weasley's eyes bulge a little at that, and I guess maybe mine do too. Anyway it takes me a minute to find my voice, but I remember saying something like "Sure, follow me." And I take them to my office. It's a nice place, big leather sofa, lots of good chairs. I spend a lot of time there; anyway, Granger looks around and her eyes land on the sofa and she licks her lips. I figure it's time for me to disappear and I tell them to make themselves at home and I'm at the door when I hear Granger call my name.

"Yes?" I say.

"I'm not sharing her," Granger says, "but you can stay if you want to watch."

I figure it's even money whose mouth falls open wider, mine or Weasley's, but if Ginny has anything to say Granger's tongue cuts it off and then she's pushing Weasley down onto the sofa and dragging her ass to the edge of it and this little thong goes flying and I catch a glimpse of red that settles an old bet before Weasley's lap is covered up by that huge cloud of hair.

I kind of sleepwalk over to a chair right opposite them and fall into it. Weasley's eyes meet mine for just a moment and then she's somewhere else altogether, her eyes are still open but I have no idea what she's seeing.

So there I am in my office watching while Hermione-fucking-Granger eats her girl out on my sofa. I have no idea how much practice Granger has had but there is no doubting her sincerity, or her effectiveness, judging from what I can see of Weasly.

I would have pegged Weasley for a screamer, and maybe she usually is, but there is nothing usual about this. I don't even bother with my tits because that swamp between my legs is screaming for attention and I might have torn my skirt a little.

There isn't much sound, just a wet sort of noise from behind all that hair, and an occasional kind of gasping sound from Weasley as she gulps in some air. She doesn't seem to be breathing out at all, maybe Granger is sucking the air out through her pussy but whatever she is doing it has Weasley dragging those boots with heels like knives up Grangers back and pulling up her dress while she does it. I am wondering how such a short girl could have such long legs when I realize that Granger isn't wearing knickers and that her slick pussy is winking at me from under that real woman's ass and I'm making more noise than both of them and I can't even blink because I'm afraid I'll miss something.

I can see Granger's arm moving, and the muscles on Weasley's arms and legs tensing up, her eyes are closed now and her fingers are digging into my leather upholstery as her head begins to rock from side to side and I've got my legs draped over the arms of my chair while I frantically try to put out the fire in my cunt.

And now Weasley is shaking like she's being crucioed or something, and her heels are drumming on Granger's ass and Granger's arm is a blur and Weasley's back arches hard and she finally turns loose of all that air she's been gulping down in a great big whoosh and she's just kind of feebly twitching now and Granger is still going at her like she wants her more than straight "O's" on her N.E.W.T.'s.

Finally it looks like Granger has had enough, and she turns around, sitting on the floor in front of me with all that wild-ass hair and her head pillowed on her girl's pussy and her face covered with come and her dress up and her legs open and her bald pussy is all swollen and red like I know mine is and she's staring at me with those huge brown eyes not saying a fucking word while I try and stab myself to death with one hand while scrubbing my clit with the other and staring, staring, staring back at her.

I'm wondering what her tits look like, or maybe I say something because she pulls that designer sock she's wearing down below her rack and then she wipes her face with her hands and rubs that stuff on her chest like it was body lotion and I'm falling, falling, falling…

My eyes open and those brown pools are inches from me and I wonder how I ever thought they were muddy and she smells like very expensive soap and pussy and she smiles at me and says "Thanks, Pans," and then they're both gone.

I still can't believe it.