Apparating into an empty fireplace, Hermione Granger appeared in the Leaky Cauldron. It had been a few months after the defeat of Lord Voldemort, and the idea of this would have seemed unreal to Hermione if it hadn’t been for all the well-wishers she encountered of late. She had never been famous, so it was an odd sensation that she was almost universally liked by the majority of the Wizard community. It was as if they had forgotten the time they had turned on her when the Daily Prophet printed lies about her during the Triwizard’s Tournament. Still this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, even if it did seem a bit two-faced.
The reason for Hermione arriving in Diagon Alley was because Professor McGonagall, new Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had asked her, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, to finish out their last year of schooling. They had already received Honorary Diplomas, but Hermione was eager to jump back into school, thinking of the appeal that for once she could go to class and not have some sort of world-ending crisis on her hands. And since she had agreed to return to school, she needed Year Seven books and supplies.
But on appearing in the fireplace, Hermione had next to no chance of scouting the place before a bunch of hands jetted out of know where, offering a shake, while she got multiple pats on the back and giant praise. Being as polite as she could, Hermione gave them what they were wishing, and waited for the crowd to disperse. She couldn’t believe how long it took for them to return to whatever it was they were doing before she turned up, and Hermione had a monster of a time prying herself away from the grubby paws of Dedalus Diggle.
Placing a hood over her head, Hermione emerged onto the busy street that was Diagon Alley. As usual, it was jammed packed with witches and wizards buying items for next year's schooling term. At first Hermione was worried about what would happen once she started mingling among them. But with so many people preoccupied with their own affairs, Hermione soon found that most people ignored her altogether. Even though it was a long process, Hermione maneuvered as quickly as possible to the all various shops picking up everything she needed.
But it soon became too much, and even more so now that she was laboring around carrying all her newly purchased school supplies. She would have brought her little pink bag if magically modified storage items weren't forbidden in Diagon Alley (rightly so to prevent thieves). So at the first chance, Hermione ducked behind two shops into a little alley that was out of the way and out of sight.
Placing down her shopping bags, Hermione let out a groan and shook her arms, trying to get feeling back into them. She didn’t know how long she stayed there, leaning against the cold stone wall behind her. It could have been an hour, or merely a few minutes, Hermione didn't know. All she knew was she didn't want to go back out there into that mob.
“What are you doing here?”
Hermione numbly glanced at the speaker who had appeared in the alleyway entrance. It was another girl around her age, who looked familiar, although at the moment Hermione couldn’t recognize her. She was very skinny with black hair, blue eyes, and was covered in dirt. She wore the remnants of a Hogwarts uniform, all faded and ripped, which in this environment seemed odd.
“Sorry?”
The girl stepped closer. “Granger?” The girl asked, uncertain at first, then she suddenly stopped, almost looking ashamed of herself. “I didn’t know it was you.”
Hermione’s mind kicked into gear on hearing the voice again. That voice was too all too familiar and now that Hermione looked at her, she knew all to well who that was. But on closer inspecting it was all to clear why she didn’t recognize her before. The girl in front of her was the shadow of the one she knew in Hogwarts, and never had she seen her look in such a state.
“Pansy Parkinson?”
The other girl didn’t respond for the longest time, but gave a small nod. She still looked ashamed. “This is where I live.” She told Hermione in a very odd small voice. This was the same girl who took every opportunity to knock her down at school, who was probably one of the wealthiest students in their year, but was now looking like a homeless street urchin.
Initially Hermione felt a sense of justice. She endured six years of verbal torture from Pansy, and more than once had she wished someone had knocked her off her high horse. Preferably with a cricket bat. But on looking at the fellow witch's appearance, it had seemed the Second Wizarding War had took it’s toll. Pansy wouldn’t meet Hermione's eyes, she only walked towards a large wooden box sitting in the very back of the alley.
“You can come in if you want.” Pansy spoke moodily, and with that she bent low and disappeared inside the box.
Of course Hermione thought this was a very strange invitation, as there could be next to no room left in that box. But Pansy was a Witch, and more than likely had expanded the inside of the box with a charm. Ordinarily Hermione would have ignored anything that Pansy Parkinson offered her, but her natural curiosity took the better of her. She wanted to know what further misery this bane of her existence was suffering now. Gathering her shopping bags, she stooped low and followed Pansy in.
Sure enough, the box was bigger on the inside, but it was still a mad little box. For a bed was a pile of discarded Daily Prophets piled on top of the other. Pansy's school trunk was inside but it appeared to be next to empty. She was sitting on another stack of magazines and was lightly munching on what looked some sort of stale cart food item, sold just outside the alleyway. She still wouldn’t look Hermione in the eye but told her she was welcome to sit down on her ‘bed’.
“Why did you invite me here?” Hermione finally asked, after she took in the dreadful look of the place.
“I wanted you too see what's become of me. To show you I got what I deserved."
"Yeah?" Hermione snorted, but Pansy continued.
"I also wanted to tell you how wrong I was back then, how I was an idiot, and I’m sorry.” She spoke sincerely but still wouldn’t look Hermione in the eye. Her shame was too much to bare. “I treated you badly and its only since I’ve landed in this situation that I realized it. I swore if I ever saw you or Potter again that I would apologize and… well I know it doesn’t mean anything to you, but it does to me.”
Hermione immediately felt disgusted at herself for being happy at Pansy's sorry circumstances. But the back of her mind still warned her that Pansy was still a Slytherin and part of Voldemort's Youth, more-or-less. “You told everyone in school to turn Harry over to Lord Voldemort during the battle at Hogwarts.” Hermione reminded her. She saw Pansy winced at Voldemort’s name, but this was a normal thing whenever someone mentioned it. Even now that he was defeated.
“I can explain everything, even if it does sound stupid to you.”
Hermione gave her a nod, pretty sure she wouldn't care about any excuse the miserable girl gave.
“For all the teasing I did… I think it’s pretty obvious where that came from.” Pansy glanced in Hermione's direction quickly then turned away. “I was in love with Draco. He hated you, so I did also to please him. He never really liked me as much as I liked him, though. No matter what I did, he just used me like those all his so-called friends. Even Crabbe and Goyle he treated bad. Anyway, I did say some childish things back then just for the approval of some boy and in the end he didn’t even care about me. It was unfair to you, and your friends. I was such a…”
“What does that have to do with Voldemort?” Hermione interrupted Pansy self-hatred session. She had already figured out the motivations behind all the teasing, and whatever excuses Pansy gave, Hermione was dead sure that had Draco not been around Pansy still would have treated her the same way.
Pansy winced again, on hearing Voldemort's name, then sighed heavily. “Where to start? My parents are Pure-Blood, but were never Death-Eaters. They were supporters and collaborators, yes, but never devoted themselves 100% to the Dark Lord’s cause. When my parents refused to join the Battle at Hogwarts, they were… killed.” She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts. “I didn’t know that at the time… had I of known…. But that doesn’t make any difference. Back then, when the Dark Lord sent his message for the school to surrender Potter, what I said then was spoken out of fear. I didn’t want to die. It seemed stupid for everyone in the school to get mixed up in whatever Potter and the Dark Lord were involved in. So I just… just spoke without thinking, without knowing the whole story.”
Hermione could understand that reason, and despite herself was wanting to forgive her. She pushed those unwanted thoughts out of her mind. “How did you end up homeless?”
“I guess it’s my punishment for turning on everyone like I did.” Pansy stared at her feet. “My parents are dead, and all their wealth stolen by the Death-Eaters who did the crime. I have nothing but what I took away with me from Hogwarts. I tried talking to the current Ministry of Magic about what happened, but since I’m considered a collaborator, my case is a low priority. So I’ve been living here all this time, selling what I can for stupid scraps of food like this.”
Unfortunately, Hermione’s heart started to pinch when she heard all this, even though she had hated Pansy's existence just 20 minutes prior. “Why did you swear to yourself to apologize to me? I know that you treated me bad, but it's not like our lives crossed each other that much, other than school. It wasn’t as if you were openly trying to do me harm. You just had bad friends.”
Pansy glanced at Hermione angrily. “Granger, you're such an idiot! Even though I told you all that, it’s just excuses. I didn’t have to act the way I did, did I? I could have at any time stopped acting like a brat and… and… I didn’t have to be the way I was. But I wanted to be cool. How lame is that? I was awful! I don’t know how much my little abuses effected your life, but I’m sure it didn’t help. And me trying to turn Potter in is just the icing to the cake. I feel awful for what I did and I wanted to apologize, maybe make it up to you… somehow." Pansy sniffed sharply "But you’re not supposed to side with me. You’re supposed to be angry with me, and laugh at me, and tell me I deserved what I got.”
"Pansy...” Hermione would have stood up, but the box was too low. So she stooped and somewhat shuffled towards Pansy. “Look, everyone does stupid things, horrible things. It’s knowing what you’ve done, learning from it, and trying to do your best to not be like that again is what makes you a better person. And I don’t think I can be mad at someone who’s trying to change.”
Pansy looked defeated and had a loss of words. “Draco was so wrong about you.” She spoke softly.
Hermione couldn’t stand seeing her like this anymore. “Come on, get your stuff.”
“What?”
“Grab your things, you’re coming with me.”
Pansy resisted again. “What? Where are you going to take me?”
“My place. I live in a decent sized flat in the city. You can stay with me until you figure out what to do.” Hermione started placing things she thought that might be important into Pansy's school trunk.
She looked bewildered. “Why would you do that?”
Hermione sighed. “I forgave you, so forgive yourself. You can't just sit here and die alone in an alleyway. You can start rebuilding by letting me help you.”
Pansy stared at her blankly for a moment, then slowly helped her finish placing the few items left into her trunk. It didn’t take long. They were soon crawling out of the box opening with the trunk and school bags in their hands. But as they reached the entrance to Diagon Alley Hermione stopped. Once again she was faced with her newly found fame. Pansy, who hadn’t spoke since they had packed, stared at her wondering why she stopped.
“Let’s Apparate into the Leaky Cauldron, to cut through the crowd, then make a dash for the London street.” Hermione told her.
"Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" Pansy asked, but did as she was told anyway.
It wasn’t long after that that the two of them arrived back at Hermione's London flat. After they had placed Hermione’s school supplies in the bedroom, Hermione suggested Pansy take the room for the time being while Hermione would sleep on the fold-out couch. Pansy protested, but was still too meek to put up much of a protest. As Hermione showed her where the bathroom and the kitchen were, Pansy kept silent most of the time, still seeming embarrassed that she was placed in that situation.
Hermione returned to the bathroom door. “Anyway, I’m sure you’d like like to take a bath. I guess you can wear some of my clothes, if that’s okay.”
Pansy wrinkled her nose. “No offense, but your clothes are like 3 of 4 sizes to big, and sure as hell wouldn’t fit me after all the weight I lost.”
Hermione could see Pansy was starting to return to part of her old self. She wasn’t sure of this was a good thing. “I haven’t got anything else, so you'll have to make do with what I got for now. We can buy you some new stuff tomorrow, okay?”
Pansy immediately went shy again. “Wait, I didn't say you had to buy me clothes...You don’t have to do that.”
Hermione pointed at her barely recognizable Slytherin uniform. “You can’t wear that anymore.”
She looked embarrassed. “I’m going to pay you back one day.”
Hermione gave her a nod and led her back into her bedroom. After she picked clothes that were the smallest she owned, and an outfit that didn’t look too “ugly-ish” and a set of pajamas, Pansy retreated to the bathroom. In the meantime, Hermione decided to practice her Muggle cooking skills and made a nice dinner for them to eat when Pansy was finished cleaning. She cooked a nice a baked chicken with roasted potatoes and carrots - nothing too elaborate. By the time the Chicken was ready she heard Pansy walking into the kitchen.
“Sit down, Dinner is ready.”
“Oh…” She heard Pansy say.
Hermione plated the food and joined Pansy at the table. When she sat down, she finally had a chance to get a good look at Pansy now that she was clean. She had trimmed her hair so it was back to her stylish short haircut. Hermione couldn’t help but think it looked strange that her vividly pink pajamas were now on a girl she hated throughout school. It looked especially weird on Pansy as Hermione had only seen in dark colors on her in the past.
“You made this?”
Hermione nodded. “My parents let me cook every now and then. I still haven’t learned to cook very well with magic, so I had to do it the old fashion way.”
Pansy was impressed as they ate their meal. It wasn’t long before they had finished and she announced she was ready to sleep in a real bed. Hermione watched Pansy leave, holding up her pants dramatically as she went, to Hermione's annoyance. She wasn't THAT much bigger. Then looking at the table, Hermione decided after she cleaned the dishes she would go to sleep as well. It had been a weird day. When she finally made it to the couch, she pulled out the fold-out bed then she passed out almost on the spot.
“Granger! Are you awake?”
Dimly Hermione sat up, her eyes blurred from the sleep. In the dark she could make out the silhouette of someone in the living room, though her sleep deprived mind forgot she had a house guest. “Huh?”
“I can’t sleep in there.” She spoke and again and walked further in the room. “I don’t want to be alone…”
Hermione scratched the back of her head then remembered it was Pansy. She probably was insecure from having been sleeping in a box in an alley for weeks. Hermione moaned slightly and started to sit up on the bed. “Here, sleep over here. I'll take the love-seat over there.” But she stopped. She had forgotten that she was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. Suddenly self-conscious, she looked around for her pajama pants. “Where did they go?”
She couldn’t tell what expression Pansy was making but her voice sounded slightly amused. “Don’t worry, I had to take mine off to, they were too loose and kept wrapping around me.”
"I'm not that much bigger than you." Hermione grumbled in an annoyed voice. Now that she was sleep deprived, she cared little for being polite.
"Right." Pansy laughed slightly.
Hermione wasn’t quite sure Pansy got the point. She didn’t want Pansy to see her in her underwear. “Do you see them anywhere?”
“What makes you think I can see in the dark if you can’t. This is your flat! You should know what you did with your trousers. Anyway, I should take the love-seat. I’m the guest and I’m intruding.”
She started over to the love-seat but she was close enough for Hermione to reach out and grab Pansy's hand to stop her. “No… no, you’re not intruding, you should have the bed. Let me take the love-seat.”
“You can’t find your bottoms, so it’s better for me to take it anyway.” She point out and pulled her hand free.
“No, it’s not right for you to sleep on the love-seat while I sleep on a bed.” Hermione reached out again and pulled her back.
She pulled her hand back again, but this time Hermione had a firmer grip on her so that she pulled her out of bed. “Let go!”
“Take the bed. I’m who cares about the bottoms now….”
“Stop being stubborn Granger, I should take the love-seat.” Pansy pushed Hermione so that she fell over onto the bed.
Pansy made a dash for the love-seat, but Hermione went after her, not willing to have Pansy have a victory over her. She picked the smaller girl up by her waist and plopped her on the bed. Before she could turn around again however, Pansy jumped on her back and dragged her back. On top of the bed, the two ended up wrestling each other, both trying to pin the other down. At first it was frustrating to Hermione, ridiculous even, but after a while she found herself laughing. She wasn’t the only one, Pansy was giggling as they struggled against each other, both fighting and clawing to get the better position.
Finally Pansy rolled on top of her and pinned Hermione's arms down with her hands and used her legs to stop Hermione's feet from squirming. Pansy's face hovered above hers, with a giant grin on her face. Her pajama top was hanging low, much lower than what Hermione remembered it hanging before, but because she was leaning over her it was a nice tunnel for viewing the inside. Had it not been dark Hermione probably would of had a picture perfect view.
“I win. You lose.” Pansy taunted.
“I let you win.” Hermione lied pitifully, but even in the darkness, she could see Pansy stick out her tongue.
“If that’s the case, then break free.”
Twisting Pansy's arm, Hermione manage to free one hand. Pansy struggled to recapture it, and while her attention was there, Hermione moved her legs, so that Pansy flopped back first on the bed. Hermione pounced on her again, and the wrestling match began once more. Again both of them laughed from the silly fight as they writhed around. At one point Hermione stood up, raised Pansy in the air, and nearly pinned her hands behind her back but the squawky girl managed to slip away from that too. She spun around did something Hermione didn’t expect. She went for Hermione's T-shirt.
Pulling it over her head, Hermione forgot what she was doing and made a futile attempt to pull it back down again. But Pansy tackled her back on bed, while Hermione was still entangled in the shirt. This wrestling match was no contest as her arms were wrapped up from her raised shirt.
Two can play at that game. Hermione thought to herself tossed her shirt over her head - it was still wrapped around her arms, then reached and pulled the bottom of Pansy's top over her head. Now both of them, intermingled together, struggled to fix their clothing malfunctions. Hermione wrestling to throw her shirt away, while Pansy was laying on Hermione's legs, struggling to free her own head from the shirt.
With a grunt, suddenly Pansy’s shirt flew in Hermione's face. In Hermione's struggle to push away the fabric, Pansy was on top of her again re-pinning her in the domineering position she had her in before. Hermione blinked, shocked at Pansy's grinning face, now realizing she was only wearing her panties. Hermione's own shirt was over her head as well, but still tied around her hands like rope.
“I win again.” Pansy breathed heavily.
Now that Hermione's eyes were getting used to the darkness she could see Pansy's form perfectly in what little soft light lit the room. The girl seemed oblivious to it. Hermione averted her eyes now seeing the seriousness of the situation. She tried to squirm out of her grip, this time all fun aside. Hermione didn’t want Pansy to catch on to the sexual situation they had fallen into; if that happened she didn’t know what Pansy would think about her. Once more, she didn't know what to think herself. But the more they struggled, the more Pansy had to put her whole body weight into holding her down, which only increased the problem in Hermione’s eyes. Pansy stupidly didn’t think about her naked flesh pressing against hers while Hermione attempted freedom. Their bare breasts started to squeeze into each other as Hermione could feel a sensual heat glow inside of her.
“Pansy, let go!” Hermione was starting to panic. Pansy's body just felt too erotic against hers now, no matter what her brain was thinking.
“Oh no, you can’t move I got you now. This time you’re not going to--”
She stopped in mid-sentence. Hermione felt mortified as Pansy suddenly realized that she was squeezing Hermione's breasts with her own, and that it wasn't playing around anymore. Pansy’s knee nestled comfortably by Hermione's upper thigh also didn't help matters. All that wrestling around they had been doing had been rubbing Hermione's most sensitive area. There was no mistake on what the situation had turned into. Pansy's head tilted downward and peered in between the gap she created of hers and Hermione’s body. It felt even worse now that Hermione could actually see Pansy come to the realization on wrestling had become.
Shrieking, Pansy jumped back, sitting on Hermione's legs. Now Pansy had a front row seat and could see Hermione's bare chest up close and personal. Hermione threw her wrapped hands downward in an attempt to cover himself, but the damage was done. Pansy's eyes stared at Hermione's hands failing to hide anything. Somehow Pansy's gaze on her made it seem even worse.
“What are you doing Granger?” Pansy finally got out.
"What am I doing?" Hermione felt shame, but wasn’t about to take all the blame for this. Still covering himself she stated her case. “You’re the one who stripped me, then took off your top and rubbed your boobs all over me.”
Suddenly Pansy seemed aware that she only had panties on, and covered her chest. “Fine…” She stated after a moment of silence in a surprising sense of understanding. “I guess we did get carried away.”
“We?” Hermione wished Pansy get off her legs so she could move.
“Yes we. Or did you forget that you took off my top. SO it’s not really just my fault... plus I'm not the one who got wet.”
"What?"
"My knee in your crotch... or did you think I wouldn't notice. First you take my shirt off, then you get turned on."
“I didn’t take off your top!” Hermione argued back, trying to ignore that last part. “I only put it over your head.”
“It was half way off and I couldn’t get it back on. So it counts as you taking it off.” Pansy placed her hands on her hips, then remembered her bare chest and recovered her breasts again.
Hermione tried to stay focused on Pansy's face instead of the near naked body on top of her. Even though they were arguing, the recent struggling still had her body worked up. Why was she finding Pansy so attractive? “I don’t think that counts. You pulled up my shirt before I did that, and it was only in retaliation, PLUS I didn’t yank it off all the way!”
Pansy pouted. “Well I didn’t think you’d get turned on while we were playing around. Sorry.”
“I didn’t plan too!” Hermione couldn’t believe Pansy was making it out like she willed herself to get aroused. “What am I supposed to do when you're purposely rubbing my ... my.... you know what you were rubbing.”
Pansy pushed Hermione's shoulders back on the bed reached for Hermione's wrapped hands and threw the t-shirt away. "There, we're even. Severs you right."
"Get off." Hermione shouted, but was pinned down again. Her hands were over her breasts, so Pansy could easily pin her down.
She leaned down over Hermione, with her hands holding Hermione's close to her chest. They were almost face to face now. “Stop making yourself sound like a saint.”
“I’m not!” Hermione protested but was all the more conscious of Pansy's bare flesh over hers again.
The pinned position she was in was starting to hurt. She tried to adjust her legs from their pinned position underneath Pansy, trying to buck her off. Suddenly Pansy's eyes widened with the movement of Hermione's leg. She wasn’t sure what happened, but she thought she tickled Pansy, even though the top of her leg felt the fabric of her panties. Then it occurred to Hermione that she hadn’t tickled her, that she accidentally must have brushed against something sensitive. Hermione tried to move leg away, so she wouldn’t make the same mistake again, but since there was little room to move from the pinned position, she clearly could feel Pansy's warmth from within the panties on the top of her leg.
Pansy inhaled sharply. “Stop it!”
“I didn’t mean too.” Hermione narrowed her eyes. "If you'd get off of me--"
“You’re touching me when you do that.”
“I told you I wasn’t trying to do that. I’m pinned down and it feels uncomfortable.”
Pansy tried to move her hips away from where Hermione's legs were pinned without freeing her, but there wasn’t anywhere else to go. Her resulting movement meant that Pansy kept accidentally was rubbing herself on the top of Hermione's leg. Hermione couldn’t really tell, but she thought Pansy's face went flush.
“This is no good.” She sat up and covered herself up again. “I’m going to the love-seat.”
Frustrated Hermione sat up as well. “You’re back to that again? You’re the guest, take my bed.”
“I’ve beat you fair and square all those times we wrestled, so I won the love-seat.” Pansy pointed out.
“I broke free all those times, so it doesn’t count.” Hermione argued. Innerly she didn't know why she kept fighting. Afterall it was both of their stubbornness that led to them being topless. But now that Pansy was claiming victory, it really pissed her off.
“One of those times you broke away was because I realized you were jonesing for a snog, so that doesn't count.”
Hermione stopped covering herself, seeing no sense in hiding her breasts anymore since Pansy already had seen them in all their glory. She pushed Pansy back down on the bed, then she tried to make a run for the love-seat. Pansy, once again, was having none of it.
“Damn it, Granger... no you don’t!” Pansy leaped on Hermione legs, knocked her over, then yanked the only remainder of clothes off, then threw them across the room behind her. “HA! Now you have to say here.”
“Oh that’s it.” Hermione shouted angrily and picked her up. "Strip me, will you?"
“Oi, what are you doing Granger?” Pansy protested, as Hermione threw her back on the bed stomach first.
"I have had enough!"
Hermione sat on Pansy's lower back, facing her legs. She then reached for the other girl's panties. Her legs started kicking and squirming about, and her hands weakly tried to claw at anything she could touch, but was unable to grab anything due to her position. Hermione pulled her panties off, having a time pulling them with her kicking legs. She finally got them completely off and threw them in the same direction as Pansy tossed her own panties.
“You ass!” Pansy shouted.
“No, your ass!” And with that Hermione gave her smack on her bare butt.
“Oh you’re dead!” Pansy squirmed, but still could do nothing where she was.
“Looks like I get the love-seat, since you can’t move.” Hermione announced. “Do you give?”
"Hell no."
"What was that?" Hermione asked and smacked her butt again.
She squirmed some more but it was useless. She could move her legs and arms freely and because she was face down, they weren’t in a position to do anything to Hermione. But she tried never-the-less for a few minutes. Finally she gave up, and laid still for a while collecting her breath. Hermione waited for her to actually say she gave up before she’d move, all the while wishing her body would stop thinking this type of thing was sexual.
“Get off of me.” Pansy said pitifully after a long silence.
“Do you give up?”
“Yes! Get up, my back is gonna hurt if you sit on it forever.”
Hermione felt uneasy giving up her dominant position, but Pansy said she gave up. Reluctantly, she crawled off the other's back and took a seat on the side of the bed, her own back facing Pansy so she could cover up if she wanted too. Instead Hermione felt Pansy's arms wrap around her chest, the other's breasts pressed against her back, and her pushing her back down on the bed again.
Cheater! Hermione thought to herself and they were once again rolling over on another, grasping at any flying arm or leg they could. Still, Hermione managed to pin Pansy’s back to the bed again, climbing on top of her to hold her down.
“You said you gave up.” She breathed heavily.
“I did. But that was payback taking off my panties and smacking my bum.”
“You took off mine, so we’re even.”
“No we're not, you smacked my bum.”
“Shut up.” Hermione struggled to keep Pansy's writhing body still. “Stay still!”
She pressed more of her body down on Pansy to make her stop moving. Pansy’s eyes widened again, and Hermione soon figured out why. Like before, a knee was brushed against something soft, fleshy, and slightly damp, only this time the situation was reversed. Hermione looked down and saw her knee pressed against Pansy's vagina.
Suddenly it seemed a good idea to stop this game. Things were getting a little too heated on accident. She didn’t want something unintentional to happen on the account of their rough-housing, then having Pansy blaming her of taking advantage of her in the process.
Pansy didn’t see it the same way as Hermione. Perhaps she should had spoken her thoughts before she let her go, because instead of deciding naked wrestling was too dangerous, the girl pounced on Hermione again. Pansy regained had the advantage and again pinned her on the bed much like before. She was careful, though, to keep her hips raised higher this time, even though occasionally from their movements Hermione's leg brushed against her.
“So I win this time.” She told her.
“Fine you win, get off before something bad happens.”
“You’re just a bad loser!” Pansy stuck her tongue out at her. “I’ve pinned you more times than you me, so I think I’m the ultimate winner.”
“You’re the winner, alright…” Hermione struggled to free herself.
“I don’t think so.” Pansy gritted her teeth and once again leaned her body lower to keep Hermione still. "Time for payback."
Hermione wasn’t sure what she’d do if Pansy's body pressed against her again while she was like this. It was unbelievable that she still was feeling hot over this stupid situation. But her rational mind always in was in control and all she wanted was to tip Pansy over so she could make a dash to the love-seat were Pansy couldn’t put her in any more arousing holds. She started wringing her arms underneath Pansy's hands, trying to loosen them.
“Don’t think that will work again, do you?” Pansy smirked and pushed down harder with her hands by pulling her body backwards for more support.
Her mistake.
Almost as if it were perfectly timed and aimed, her backwards moving body slid her sensitive area over Hermione's knee hovering perfectly behind her. All at once, Pansy juked, Hermione feeling a wetness slide on her knee. Pansy inhaled sharply as the sudden warm and pleasure fireworked through her body. They stared at each other in disbelieve for a second, then Pansy looked startled and sat up.
“Stop it!” She told Hermione, which was just about the stupidest thing she could say as she was the one who was doing the rubbing.
Regardless, Hermione grabbed Pansy's hips and attempted to push her up. But at the same time Pansy moved a different direction in panic and she slid back and forth on Hermione's knee. Even though it was an unwanted move, both stopped moving a second to feel the second sensation of the act. Hermione surprisingly felt herself grow warmer inside after the second jolt. Apparently Pansy was feeling good.
“Don’t move, let me do it.” Pansy told Hermione, her voice a bit softer than her normal edge.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to get off.” Pansy looked embarrassed. “Don’t be a pervert.”
“I’m not a pervert!” Hermione muttered back to her. “You're the one grinding my knee.”
“You were all aroused in the first place.”
“And you aren't? You're as moist down there as I ever was. So I’m not the only one at fault there.”
“Shut up!” Pansy pointed down at her. “If you hadn’t taken off my panties this would have never happen!”
Hermione had enough of this. Pansy always would blame her, no matter what. It was best to just end the argument now before they ended up stuck doing this dance rest of the night. “Get off of me.”
Hermione tried to push her off but she gritted her teeth and struggled against her, even though she was going for the same goal. The result was more awkward pushing and pulling was an unintentional pleasure-shock downstairs. Even though it was Pansy who was getting the brunt of it, it still felt extremely good to Hermione as well. She didn’t realize it until later but it seemed that at some point they had stopped fighting each other and Pansy started sliding herself up and down on her leg on her own will. When did they stop fighting?
She also didn’t remember when Pansy moved positions so that their low bodies were both touching each other in a scissors like position, but never-the-less Hermione grabbed Pansy's leg and grinded away. She thrusted her hips upward at the same time Pansy detracted them, both getting each other off on their soft wetness. Their heavy breathing, grunts, and groans from before became more softer, and taken more of a moan aspect to them.
“Granger, give me your hand.” She breathed in, grabbing one of her hands, she press it on one of her small breasts.
Hermione had felt her own breast before, but this was different. Why was this so much different than feeling her own chest? Then a thought came to her: was Pansy taking away her virginity? Did doing this stuff with a girl count? She thought of Ron momentarily, oblivious that his girlfriend was humping another girl. Was she a horrible person? But with the arrival of her hands on Pansy's breasts, the other girl moaned even more sensual, driving any thoughts of Ron from her mind. Her mouth squeaked opened as she made Hermione's fingers squeeze her nipples.
“I'm not going to break, you idiot, touch me!” Pansy moaned, then reached her own hand for one of Hermione's boobs.
"Quiet. Your stupid voice it ruining it." Hermione grunted as she twisted her hips upon Pansy's.
As Pansy squeezed Hermione, Hermione squeezed Pansy back, fingering her raised nipples, which seemed to stiffen even more to the touch. Pansy let out an animalistic groan and at first Hermione wondered if she did something wrong. But along with the groan came a more furious take to her bouncing. Her fingernails dug into Hermione boob as she squeezed too hard.
“Ow!” Hermione complained. "You bitch!"
“Keep moving!” Pansy ordered when she noticed she stopped.
Hermione gave her an angry look, tired of being ordered around. She reached behind to Pansy's back and pushed her forward so that the other girl was laying on top of her. Then instinctively, she thrust her fingers inside her. The act surprised even Hermione herself. Pansy moaned and lowered her own hands down also, taking a detour to squeezed Hermione's boobs before she too moved to Hermione's neither region. If raw rubbing didn't count as sex, this certainly did. Pansy squealed with pleasure, and her free hand grabbed Hermione's hair and tugged the more she moved.
Hermione wasn’t sure she liked being beat up. But she felt so good in other areas that it was easy to ignore. She found the harder she pounded into Pansy the more she liked it, and the softer she went the more demanding Pansy got - then the crawling and hair pulling started. So Hermione added and extra finger and had at it. Pansy moaned and groaned so loud, and often took to swearing whenever Hermione did something particularly pleasing.
“Fuck!” Pansy inhaled in, and gritting her teeth. “Keep going. Like this!” She screamed Hermione's name.
Hermione wasn’t sure what she was doing different, but tried to keep up the speed and intensity that she had been doing. Pansy, no longer able to pleasure Hermione, clasped her own sticky hands on the side of Hermione's face and squeezed. It hurt. She would have cried out, but she doubt Pansy would have heard her from all the noise she was making herself.
“Yes, keep doing that.” She ordered Hermione. “Holy fuck!” She groaned in an animal like guttural way.
Hermione then felt the small girl stiffen below her, then crumble like a limp noodle. She was moaning in an almost tearful sounding way now, as her whole body seemed to be trembling, especially her legs. Hermione wasn’t sure if she should stop or not, so to be on the safe side she slowed her pace.
“Another one?!” Pansy squeaked and her back arched up and she moaned that same tearful moan she did previously. Her body must have been so numb that she didn’t even realize there was slight drool coming out of her mouth. When she crumbled over Hermione now, her body was shaking like mad. She gave a weak whine.
“I need a break.” Her voice was shaky so Hermione retracted her fingers.
Pansy rolled off top of Hermione, breathing as if she had been running a marathon. When her body left hers, the sweat from both their bodies hit the cool air and gave Hermione a slight trimmer. She looked down at her own waist, still as turned on as ever and wanting her own release. She turned to Pansy and saw her chest still rising and falling pretty dramatically.
“You made me cum twice.” Pansy told Hermione weakly. “It’s was really intense, I never felt like that before.”
Hermione felt a sense of pride that she made Pansy turn into a gooy puddle of pleasure, and for once and for all, she had won. But she still wanted hers. She could feel it building up inside her and she wanted to orgasm more than ever. But Pansy obviously wasn’t going to do anything about it the way she was laying there. Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. Shamefully she started rubbing herself, looking at Pansy's glistening body for inspiration, and hating herself.
Pansy looked at Hermione wearily. “Hold on, hold on.”
She climbed over her and opened her mouth. Her lips pressed against Hermione's womanhood, and as her tongue slid out. She felt Pansy's tongue playful slurp on the bottom of her vagina, then travel up to her clitoris. She started sucking slightly, letting the air pressure play some delightful pleasure. Then she started bobbing her head back and forth, allowing the extra movement aid her tongue lashing. Hermione was nearly at the breaking point before, but Pansy's soft lapping motion was almost too much. Hermione tighten her grip on the covers and thrust her hips forward. She knew that Pansy was going to make her orgasm. Pansy seemed to know it as well, and braced herself, removing her face from Hermione jutting hips as to avoid getting smacked in the face. Moments later Hermione came, and to Pansy’s credit she didn't gloat, complain, or ruin her orgasm by speaking.
The night had been very eventful after that. Once they both had regained their strength Pansy attacked Hermione again, and they ended up having sex three more times in various ways. By the time morning came, both of them had little to no sleep. They laid exhausted intertwined with one another, falling asleep were they last were. When they woke up, they eventually straightened up into a normal sleeping positions, but still didn’t move.
“Let’s just shop tomorrow.” Pansy blinked heavy eyed. "Too tired."
Hermione could see the appeal to the plan, but it probably was around noon time already, and she didn’t know when or if they’d ever get the energy to go out for clothes shopping. And while she could use some new clothes, she didn’t really need it, while Pansy, who had nothing, really did. So she sat up and tugged on Pansy’s arm, propping her up. She gave a groan, and pushed the hair from her face.
“We probably should bathe before we go.” Hermione told her, all to aware of the sweaty sex filled night they had just survived. Her back probably looked like a tiger had used it for a scratching post and she had bruises everywhere from both the rough-housing and the “foreplay”.
“Come on.” Pansy stood up dully. "Let's get this over with."
Now that the light was on her, Hermione got a better look at her body, and she thought she didn’t look as much of a stick as she had thought she did in the alley way. She still was very small and skinny-looking though. Remarkably she had less battle scars that Hermione did, which was a testament to her not clawing at Pansy every few minutes. Pansy didn’t even attempt to look for clothes, she just walked out the bedroom door.
“I guess that means she’s going first.” Hermione thought out loud.
A second after she said that, Pansy popped her head back into the room and narrowed her eyes at Hermione. “I said come on. You need a bath too, you know.”
“What? Together?” Hermione asked.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “We just finished a night where you stuck a finger up my ass… I think it’s okay to take a bath together.”
Hermione felt a slight embarrassment at the statement but realized she was right. Hermione found her towel, then followed Pansy into the bathroom, at which she was already filling up the tub with warm water and plenty of bubbles. Hermione was unsure where she got the bubble-bath soap, but remembered all the baths she took in the prefects bathroom at Hogwarts, and welcomed it. Pansy jumped in the water first then sat to the back waiting for Hermione to get in.
As she joined Pansy another thought creeped in her head. She definitely was a cheater. She hadn't even been dating Ron for a couple of months before she had sex with someone else. And not just anyone, but her worst enemy and a girl to boot. But aside from that, what did Pansy think of the whole situation? They really didn't have time to go into details while her tongue was slurping inside Pansy's thighs. The situation was new grounds for her.
“So… does this mean we’re a couple?” Hermione ventured.
Pansy’s eyes went wide and she coughed a nervous laugh. “What?”
“Well we did just spend the night together, we’re in a tub together, and we’re kind of living to together now.”
“All good points but for one thing. Answer me this: do you even like me?”
“I’m letting you live here aren’t I?”
“Not that kind of like, Granger, I mean like-like. As in what you were doing 4th year with Viktor Krum? You know, you like-liked him. Can you even say that you find me attractive?”
“You’re pretty.” Hermione pointed out.
“I didn’t say that.” Pansy sighed. “Cho Chang is pretty, but you didn't fuck her blind last night, did you? Do you like me even a little as much you like…. let’s say that stupid ginger-faced Weasley.”
Hermione knew the answer to that but didn’t want to tell her. It sounded extremely rude to tell the girl he slept with that she didn’t love her.
“See. And the same goes with me. I'm not hard up for you, and you don’t like me like that either. So if we don’t like each other, then we’re not a couple.” Pansy spelled it out.
“But last night.” Hermione mumbled, still feeling the battle scars from the nights events.
“Honestly! You’re too sweet for your own good.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “Think of it as friends with benefits. We did things because it felt good, but our relationship is the same as it was yesterday. I’d prefer it that way, to be honest. You're not my type at all.”
Hermione thought it sounded reasonable, even if it was a bit rude, but she still didn’t like the way that sounded. “I want you to know that I wasn't using you, things just--”
Pansy laughed. “Yeah, don’t I know it. It took me forever to get you to make a move. I was using you Granger. And I might later on, if I feel like it.” She gave a pause then looked slightly embarrassed. “Erm...that is if you’re okay with it. I know how goody-goody you are.”
Somehow that seemed like an insult. “I'm not as goody-good as you think."
"Yes you are." Pansy rolled her eyes.
"Well I'm fine with it.” Hermione boldly said with a slight bite to it, to which Pansy stuck her tongue out at her.
Afterwards Pansy “used" Hermione again in the tub, then they got dressed and ate a small brunch.
The End
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