"No wonder Potter left you if you ride a broom anything like how you ride a cock."
Ginny scowls, shoving Pansy as hard as she can from the side. A Quaffle rushes past her, right into Pansy's hands. The brunette laughs, a high-pitched, grating sound as she quickly regains control of her broom. She flies a safe distance away from Ginny, pausing to blow a giant pink bubble gum, bursting it on her lips when she sticks her tongue out at her. Wiping the gum slowly off her mouth with her pink tongue, she winks at Ginny.
Pansy swivels around and rushes at full speed to get to the Harpies' goal. Ginny chases after her, inclining her entire body weight forward until she's parallel to her broom. She closes in on her, but Pansy stays just out of reach.
Ginny changes tactics and flies underneath her instead. With the wind burning her eyes, she dips back up to snatch the Quaffle right from underneath the other girl's nose. Pansy's eyes widen when she notices her flying upward at her from under her feet and she quickly throws her body and broom backward. Ginny zooms up past Pansy, nearly colliding.
They sit across from each other on their brooms in the middle of the stadium. Chests heaving, they stare one another down. The resounding sounds of the crowd fade into the background until it's just them two and a Quaffle between them.
Ginny knows she should drop it and get another Chaser to help her squeeze the Quaffle out of Pansy. Maybe it's ego – perhaps it's resentment. Either way, she wants to see Pansy fall, and she wants to be the reason why.
Inclining herself on her broom, she readies herself as Pansy does the same.
"Show me what you've got, fire crotch."
"Get ready to eat my ass, pug face."
The two whiz headfirst like lightning at each other, and the crowd goes wild. Just as Pansy shifts the Quaffle over to her opposite side, out of Ginny's reach, the redhead changes directions in the blink of an eye, smacking the Quaffle right out of Pansy's hand and sending it nosediving straight into the ground.
Gasping, Pansy darts after it with Ginny right beside her. The two girls shove and push violently at each other all the way down, screaming expletives at each other.
"You play like how your brother fucks!"
"You're about to take this ball to the face about as good as you took Malfoy's in your mouth!"
"Fuck you, cunt!"
"Fuck you, cow!"
The girls speed up – their bodies and faces are tight against each other, and the wind whips around them in a fury. They get closer and closer to the Quaffle and the ground. Glaring at one another, neither of the two will stop any time soon despite the proximity of the Earth. They dare each other to chicken out with their eyes.
The Quaffle finally hits the ground.
Pansy does one last shove, pushing Ginny off her broom. Ginny grabs Pansy, pulling her along as they both end up in a crash landing, rolling on the freshly cut grass of the Quidditch stadium together. They clash in a flurry of blows, grabbing at one another's hair.
Security splits them up, officially benching them both for the rest of the game.
Once the sun has set, the crowd has gone home, and the locker rooms are empty – Ginny seeks out Pansy. Something in her told her she hadn't left yet. Searching the rooms of the Falmouth Falcons, she finds Parkinson still in her bra, nursing a bruised jaw with a bag of ice. She sits on the bench, eyes downcast.
"Purple looks good on you."
Pansy raises a perfectly manicured brow at her. "I have some dumb ginger bitch to thank for it."
"You're welcome." Ginny stands before her, Pansy at eye level with her solar plexus.
"Eat shit and die."
"Pleasant as always, Parkinson."
The brunette rises, nose to nose with Ginny. "Why are you here?"
"We tied today."
"I was there."
"Why did you decide to become a Quidditch player, Parkinson?" Ginny backs off from her slightly. "I thought your dream was always to get married off and live like a princess."
"What the fuck do you care, Weasley?"
"I grew up with all brothers, so I had to be tough and have thick skin. Yet, at the same time, my parents treated me like such a delicate flower." Her eyes wander around the room, reminiscent. "Then Fred happened, and I…I got into Quidditch because it made me feel strong and powerful. I never wanted to be a mountain lily – I wanted to become a mountain lion."
"Good for you."
"Just what are you trying to be, Parkinson?" Ginny looks at her with a stern gaze. "A girl like you doesn't just give up everything to play Quidditch."
"Maybe I'm not the girl you think I am, Weasley." Pansy hisses, getting up in her face. "There's more to me than just the Slytherin schoolgirl you thought you knew."
She smells like roses and musk.
"Then why don't you show me?"
Ginny can't help it when her gaze lands on the rise and fall of Pansy's chest. Her soft slopes peek out from underneath a black bra. Pansy's breath hitches. Her eyes snap back up, embarrassed, but the brunette's pupils are dilated.
"Make me, Weasley."
The redhead grabs Pansy by her jaw, pressing into the bruise she gave her a few hours earlier.
"I should tear that tongue right out your throat, Parkinson."
Pansy sticks her tongue out to tease her, but Ginny pulls it into her mouth with her lips. Ginny feels her gasp as she suckles on the pink muscle. Slowly, Pansy melts underneath her touch, molding her soft lips into her own. Tangling her fingers into her short, dark hair, Ginny tugs Pansy's head to the side.
Kissing down her neck, she brushes the back of her hand down Pansy's side – sliding with a gentle touch against her breast, waist, and hip. Pansy's body responds – her spine arches, pressing herself against Ginny. She rubs herself against her, rocking her hips. Ginny grabs her by the hips and adjusts her own to better rub their clothed cunts.
Ginny feels pure electricity pulsate out from her center to the rest of the nerves in her body. She groans, biting down on Pansy's soft neck. Ginny feels her hand being pulled down to Pansy's cunt, and she rubs her gently on the outside of her shorts. She listens to the other girl's soft moans in her ear.
Pansy pulls away after a while and sits on the bench – she pulls off the rest of her clothes except for her bra. She boldly spreads her legs open despite her flushed face. Ginny's eyes widen, and she immediately gets on her knees as if she's been commanded to.
It's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. The soft, blushing pink of her open, wet pussy matches the lovely shade of flush on Pansy's cheeks, neck, and down underneath the chest that her bra keeps hidden away. She watches as the flesh pulses, tugging the pink inwards and outwards as if it were breathing on its own. Ginny feels her saliva gathering in her mouth and she leans her face closer.
Tentatively, she reaches out with the tip of her tongue and licks.
"Ah!"
Something tugs at her hair, and she stops, looking back at Pansy fearfully. The brunette stares back at her, pupils blown wide. Her legs snapped shut with Ginny still between them, hands knotted in her red hair. Ginny makes to pull away, but Pansy doesn't let her, using her thighs to hold her in place, she loosens the hold on her hair.
"Don't stop, please." Pansy bites her bottom lip shyly.
Ginny nods and leans back in. She licks her slowly, getting a better taste of her sweet cunt on her tongue. This time, she feels all the gooey wetness from the start of her bum to the tip of her slit, savoring the delicious taste. She feels Pansy tremble underneath her. Ginny stretches her open further and takes her entire cunt in her mouth at once, gently sucking all of it in and then letting it go, only to stuff her mouth full of cunt once again. Pansy lets out a soft, yearning moan, and Ginny's eyes roll back.
She starts to noisily lap up the steady stream dripping from her pussy, languidly rolling her tongue inside every inch, every corner she can possibly reach with the muscle from within the flaps of her lips. Ginny twirls her tongue against the tip of the slit where she touched herself earlier, wrapping her lips gently around the area and keeping it in her mouth as she suckles on the flesh. Pansy's soft body starts to shake, her thighs tightening around Ginny's head.
"Oh, Ginny, yes, there."
Ginny looks up to see Pansy observing her with an expression she had never seen on her before. Her usual bitchy face is scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip tucked in her teeth, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and cheeks bright red. Her own cunt trembles with an intense desire to touch herself to Pansy's beautiful face. She decides to memorize her expression instead. Keeping her eyes on her as she sucks on her clit tenderly, Ginny experiments with gliding her fingers along the rest of her pussy. She discovers a very moist, tender hole and carefully prods it with a finger.
"Oh, fuck."
A wave of pleasure washes over Ginny's body at Pansy's ragged cussing.
"Put it inside, please."
She slowly pushes her finger inside with little resistance, feeling just how wet Pansy really was. Ginny pumps her middle finger in and out of her, enjoying the little noises of pleasure that come from her cunt and her mouth. She swivels her tongue around her clit, alternating between sucking and licking. Soon, Pansy's moans grow louder. Ginny tries to push past her walls with a second finger, the tight ring of muscle proving to be slightly resistant, but with some coaxing, it opens for her. Her fingers thrust up to her knuckles, and she twists them, exploring the tightest crevice of Pansy's sweet cunt.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes!"
Pansy lets out a soft gasp as her body tenses, her vagina tightening and spasming around Ginny's fingers. Ginny watches as her eyes slam tightly, her mouth dropping open in unveiled euphoria. She pumps herself on Ginny's fingers, once, twice, and then her body collapses and melts into the bench. Ginny pulls herself out of Pansy and pushes her tongue deep inside of her instead, selfishly drinking up all the come her body has to offer.
She can't take it anymore now that she's tasted her – she needs to ravish her in her entirety.
Ginny rises from Pansy's cunt and attaches herself to the exposed skin of her breasts, sucking and kissing them gently. Pansy's gasp forms into a moan, and she runs her fingers lovingly through her red hair, allowing her to feast on her body as she pleases. Ginny tugs down her bra to take in her wide, nearly translucent nipples, such a pretty, pale brown.
She suckles gently on one of the sensitive circles of skin, and her tongue flicks against her nipple teasingly. Ginny grabs her other breast with her hand and pinches her nipple softly. She relishes the way she feels her pert nipples rest on her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she pops them in and out of her lips. Ginny slobbers all over her breasts, sucking and licking at them one after the other. Not daring to leave a single inch of them neglected.
With Pansy's tits thoroughly sucked and lavished with red marks, Ginny nearly falls over trying to remove her own shirt. Her small, bright pink nipples ache to be released. Ginny finally presses her bare chest against Pansy's, and they both shiver, feeling their smooth, sensitive skin interact with each other, the cold air, and Ginny's saliva.
She hovers over her, letting her nipples just barely touch hers before pressing them flat against each other again, enjoying the changes in friction. Pansy groans softly. When she pulls away again, Ginny grabs the weight of her own breast in her hands and slowly circles her nipple around Pansy's. She watches the two interact with awe, watching how hard and dimpled their nipples become against each other.
Pansy suddenly wraps her arms around Ginny's waist, pulling at her soaked underwear. Ginny immediately complies with the request, pressing their chests together – she leans her bum back and allows Pansy to remove her shorts and pants, leaving her nude. Ginny's neglected pussy throbs and pleads for attention the moment it's exposed to the air.
Pansy presses down on the small of Ginny's back and inclines her own hips forward.
Ginny melts into her when she feels the warm wetness of Pansy's cunt against her own. The two velvety surfaces fuse together exquisitely, slipping and sliding against each other deviously. Ginny props herself up above Pansy with her forearms without losing contact with her cunt, and she angles her hips, twisting and turning them against hers to find just the right point for their clits to touch. She pushes herself up, looms on her knees over Pansy, and watches as their lower lips kiss each other wetly.
A pleasant shiver tingles up her spine at the sight.
Ginny observes as Pansy props herself on her elbows to watch their lips kissing as well, her hips moving gently along with their established rhythm. At that moment, she takes in the flushed prettiness of Pansy's serene face, her gorgeous, ravished tits, and the perfectness of which their cunts fit together. Ginny realizes then that nothing ever felt so right before.
She could happily spend the rest of her life between Pansy's legs.
Bodies tense as they both chase their orgasms; they rub themselves against each other in synchronized harmony. Sweat trickles down their flushed skin. Pansy sits up slightly to grab one of Ginny's bouncing tits in her mouth, sucking on it gently, then the other. She rubs her face softly against her breasts in a quiet reverence.
Ginny's heart sings.
She lightly pushes Pansy backward onto the bench, wrapping her legs around her thighs – she positions her cunt directly above hers. She spreads Pansy's abused lips wide open, then places her own pussy right up against the center of hers. Ginny lets the brunette's puffy lips wrap around hers securely before fucking herself against Pansy's clit.
She holds her gently by the back of the neck, staring into her beautifully darkened eyes while she grinds on her. Pansy grabs handfuls of Ginny's bum, squeezing and stretching her perky globes. The sounds of their soft moans and sloshing cunts echo throughout the still room divinely.
"You're so good, Pansy," the words start to tumble out of Ginny's mouth, "you're so good, love. So perfect. So fucking perfect."
"Make me yours."
"Oh, Godric." Ginny nearly comes right then, so she slows down her pace, wanting their dance to continue for as long as possible. "You're mine. And I'm yours. I'm yours for all of forever."
Pansy lovingly caresses Ginny's face before pressing her lips chastely against hers for a sweet kiss. Ginny's chest nearly caves in on itself. Lacing her fingers through her brunette hair, she grabs Pansy and pulls her back in for a deeper kiss. Ginny feels herself dissolving completely into the girl, pressing the entirety of their naked bodies together – she feels hyperaware of every single point that they touch. Releasing her lips, she touches her nose to hers, nuzzling her adoringly before diving back into her mouth.
They hold each other's sweaty bodies and thoroughly kiss one another for what feels like both a second and an eternity. Exploring their mouths and sliding their tongues tenderly against one another, they take their time in melting into each other's embrace once again. Pansy tangles their fingers together and moves to lay back, their mouths parting with a pop.
Ginny uses their hands as leverage to angle her hips just right with each other, sending electricity pulsing throughout her entire being. She tilts her hips back and forth quickly. Pansy's moans sound like honey to her ears as they get louder. Ginny speeds up, fusing their hot, wet cunts together as one.
Pansy's body tenses suddenly, her toes curl against the bench and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her hips lift as she grinds against Ginny, her cunt pulsating. Ginny's fingers twitch at the sight, and she rubs at her own sensitive clit gently. Instantly, her body spasms with an orgasm, her veins pumping with the sweetest thrill she'd ever experienced in her life.
The cold air of the locker room cools the sweat on Ginny's skin. She looks at the deliciously ravished Pansy Parkinson underneath her, her perfect skin marred with evidence of her undoing. Her face flushes when she recalls the senseless nonsense she spilled stupidly from her lips in hazy pleasure.
Ginny gets up quickly, getting dressed.
Pansy lays quietly across the bench, catching her breath. It takes her longer to move, slowly putting on her bra and pants with shaky hands. The air is heavy with their silence.
"Right, well." She clears her throat. "I'll see you around, Parkinson."
It isn't until Ginny starts to move toward the exit that Pansy speaks.
"I didn't want to be a mountain lily, either."
Ginny freezes, turning slowly to face her again.
"But I didn't care about feeling strong – I just wanted to feel free." Pansy looks at her, appearing more relaxed than she'd ever seen her. "I wanted to be free of it all – the dumbass blood prejudice, the pureblood expectations, all of it. Flying was the most freeing thing I could think of, and I happen to be fucking good at it, too."
Ginny laughs out loud, smiling widely at her.
And Pansy smiles back.
"What are you up to later?"