***This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.***

Warnings: Graphic f/f Sex (Hr/P), Coarse Language, Mild Tobacco Use.

-Five Months Later-

The study doors were locked and a silencing charm blanketed the room; the fire cast its glow and flickering shadows across the tapestry lined walls and cool wooden floor. Hermione's hand swept out, her nails scratching the smooth boards as she groaned; her other tangled in the short, black strands of her lover's hair as Pansy's fingers thrust in and out of her at a furious pace.

She panted, trying to get her limbs to comply with her urgent request, and after what seemed like ages managed to wedge the hand that wasn't pressing Pansy's face into her neck between their bodies into the course black hair between her lover's legs, only to have it shoved away and pinned to the floor above her head.

"Pansy… please…" she groaned; though whether she was asking permission or pleading for more, she wasn't sure.

There was nothing she loved more than bringing her lover pleasure; to watch her writhe beneath her, beside her, to hear her moan, to make her scream and to know that she was the one to reduce her to that state; it was heaven. But there was something about times like this, when Pansy took complete control. It wasn't domination, or a show of ownership, it was… devotion. It was times like this, when their bodies moved together and Pansy looked into her eyes while she covered her mouth in sweet, passionate kisses, that Hermione not only knew she was loved, but felt it. As Pansy touched those secret places and tortured her with whispers of love and devotion as she devoured her with abandon and showed her that she was the only woman in the world that mattered in that moment, Hermione could feel little else than overwhelmed.

She gasped as those torturous fingers curled inside her; her body tensed, every muscle seized for one long moment, and then she was coming; wet heat pooling between her trembling thighs as Pansy's fingers continued to stroke. She screamed wordlessly as her pleasure peaked, on the verge of pain, and her lover gently slid her fingers out only to press her palm over her still quivering slit, her fingers cradled over her clit, and pressed down hard, milking the last few moments of her orgasm from her.

Hermione lay there, basking in the afterglow and soft caresses of her lover.

"Mmm…" she sighed as Pansy pressed a slow line of kisses across her collarbone. "I feel like I should say thank you after that." she smiled.

"It was my pleasure." Pansy purred.

"You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" Hermione whispered as she ran her fingers through the dark hair she loved so much, her fingers scraping her lovers scalp; she grinned as she felt Pansy's answering shiver. "I love you." she said, pressing her lips to the other woman's in a slow kiss. Minutes ticked by, their kiss soon becoming more passionate, and Hermione could feel the heat of arousal tingling in her belly. She smiled as she reached her hand between their writhing bodies and gently pressed her fingers to her lover's slit and was greeted by Pansy's sharp gasp. "Mmm…" she whispered into her ear as she rubbed at it gently, "You're so wet."

"Ah… Hermione…" Pansy's cry was sharp and sweet in Hermione's ears; her grin was nearly predatory as she pressed a thigh between the other woman's legs and flipped them over.

"My turn." she breathed against the shell of Pansy's ear before burning a wet trail from her jaw to the hollow of her throat with her tongue. "Do you want me to make you come baby?" she crooned as she swiped her tongue across a peaked nipple.

"Ugh!" Pansy arched into her lover, grasping at her hair, "Yes…" she hissed.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Hermione whispered as she moved her attention to the other nipple.

"Ah, fuck!… anything… just… mmm…" she groaned. "Don't stop."

Hermione grinned at Pansy's frustrated whimper as she pulled her mouth away with a quiet 'pop', and her subsequent moan as she trailed her tongue across her stomach, resting on her navel. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?" Hermione asked as she trailed her tongue around the tight little 'o'. "Hmm? Do you want me to eat your sweet little pussy?"

"Merlin, yes!" Pansy groaned as she lifted her hips. "Yes, please… fuck!" she screamed as she felt the tip of her lover's tongue graze her swollen clit.

"Mmm… I'm gonna make you come so hard." she whispered as she settle her mouth over Pansy's glistening lips.

Neither of the heard the faint 'pop' of apparition, nor the relieved sighs of the two young men as they saw the fire blazing in the hearth. Harry and Draco dropped their snow covered cloaks to the floor as they headed for the sofa in front of the fireplace with frozen fingers and chattering teeth, and stopped dead in their tracks as they rounded the side. Their mouths dropped open as they took in the sight before them.

Hermione was on her knees, her head nestled between Pansy's thighs, moaning as Pansy thrust upward, riding her face; Pansy's eyes were shut tight, one hand buried in her lover's hair and the other pulling at her nipples.

Draco nearly screamed as Harry's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist; the next moment they were outside in the hallway, staring blankly at the wall in front of them, Harry's hand still fastened to his wrist.

"That was… really…" Harry whispered, then stopped; he wasn't sure what it had been; awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

"Yeah." Draco nodded.

"Umm…" Harry squinted, trying to think of something to say. After several minutes, he felt he'd hit upon something. "I'm hungry." he blurted.

"Really?" Draco frowned.

"No… but I might could do with a drink."

"Yeah…" Draco said slowly, his stare going blank once more. "You know, it kinda looked like…"

"No… don't." Harry yelled, putting a hand out to stop his friend. "Just don't. I don't want to think about it anymore, okay."

"Yeah… okay." Draco nodded.

The pair stood in the empty hallway a few minutes more before Harry turned to Draco. "So, I actually am kind of hungry; do you want to go down to the kitchen with me?"

"You can't cook Harry." Draco grinned.

"Ever the charmer." Harry deadpanned as the other boy shrugged. "That may be true, but I seem to recall you smuggling and subsequently freeing a certain house elf from your father's employ oh so many years ago. A certain house elf who, if I'm not mistaken, is quite enamoured with me; and he, my good man, is an excellent cook."

Draco shook his head as he laughed, and for a moment, Harry thought he might say yes. "No, thanks; I'm kinda' tired." he smiled sadly. "I think I'll just head up."

"Draco." Harry said, reaching for his friend once more. "I… we haven't talked in months."

"We talk to each other all the time; we just spent the entire day together."

Harry shook his head. "I haven't talked with you in months… I miss you, Draco." he whispered.

Draco felt the hot prick of tears behind his eyes. He blinked, trying to clear them as he ran his fingers in a gentle caress over the underside of Harry's wrist and shook his head slightly. "You did great today Harry. This will all be over soon; Voldemort won't know what hit him." he smiled.

"I wanted to ask you about that actually." Harry said quickly, trying to think of something, anything to keep Draco there; his grasp tightened around his wrist. "We never really talked about that; you know… after…" he said, releasing his grasp and brushing his fingers against the other boys'.

"There's a reason for that." Draco said as he pulled his hand back. He smiled sadly at his friend "Goodnight Harry." he said quietly as he turned and headed for the stairs.

"Goodnight Draco." Harry whispered as he rested back against the wall, pressing his palms against his eyes and trying to stem the tears that threatened to fall. He took a deep breath and apparated to his room.

~*~

Pansy lay on the floor, a clove cigarette perched lightly between her fingers; a broad, appreciative smile spread across her lips as she watched her lover stand and stretch. She held the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag off it as Hermione bent over to pick up her knickers only to stop a moment later, mid lunge.

"If you ever want to see the outside of this room again, I suggest you stand up and put those on." she grinned.

But Hermione didn't move. "Pans…?" she asked, "Aren't those Harry and Draco's cloaks?"

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Author's Note: Okay, so I know it's super late -or early, however you choose to look at it, I really shouldn't be awake-, and becuase of this, there may be a few spellnig and grammatical errors in this chapter (probably in chapter 1 as well) that I'll be kicking myself for in the morning; but I wanted to post this second chapter... I just couldn't wait. This was my first ever sex scene… so I really need some feedback from everyone. What do you think; too much, not enough? How am I doing so far? Do I have any idea what I'm doing? Am I in way over my head? Should I stop bombarding all of you with questions? : ) Let me know… thanks for reading!

-Peace