Fic: What Pansy Knows. (Hermione/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: What Pansy Knows
Word Count: ~1,400
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson
Content: femmeslash, pwp, birthday sex, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, vaginal sex,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Hermione is learning more and more things Pansy knows all the time.
A/n:UnBeta'd. I happened to see a fic written for Hermione's birthday from a few year's ago recently and realised the date was coming around again. Seemed the appropriate moment to write something new and attemp femmeslash for her. I didn't quite finish on time for the 19th on my timezone but what the heck, hope you enjoy.
- - -
In their youth, Hermione Granger had no high opinion of Pansy Parkinson's intelligence but when they grew up it turned out Pansy knew things.
She knew to let Hermione decompress after a long day of work, she knew just how Hermione liked her tea and she knew just want buttons to push to make Hermione scream. In more ways that one, Hermione thought with a small secret smile.
Pansy however, did not rile her up at all over tea, afterwards she simply took her by the hand, and lead her into the bedroom. Hermione followed without complaint.
"Now," Pansy said looking into her eyes, and reaching out to fiddle with the lay of Hermione's clothes. "A couple of people have told me, in no uncertain terms that it is a special day today."
Hermione blushed slightly. Pansy was frowning, elegant black eyebrows coming together over dark eyes. She hoped Harry and Ron hadn't really said anything too forceful. Pansy was a contrary person after all. Then Pansy's face cleared.
"But that's not reason not to make a fuss of you is it? Happy Birthday "
She moved closer, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder and face and then kissing her on the lips. It was a soft kiss, less because Pansy wanted to gentle Hermione knew and more because she liked to tease her. What's worse, it always worked. Hermione's breath was quickening, her heart hammering. Her hands rose to clutch at Pansy as Pansy deepened the kiss. Her tongue pushing into Hermione's mouth. Hermione moaned, still clinging to Pansy.
Pansy's hands matched Hermione's, rising to press against Hermione's body. Pansy was a lot more coordinated than she was though and soon Hermione realised Pansy was actually undoing the fastenings of Hermione's own clothes.
By soon, Hermione meant when her blouse fell open to the waist. She shrugged out of it, and her bra followed so quickly, it might have been magic. Pansy broke off kissing her for a moment and Hermione found herself sitting on her bed topless, her mouth slightly open.
She blinked and looked up. Pansy was shrugging out her own robes and all she was wearing underneath was a set of lacy black lingerie. The bra and knickers contrasting against her perfect pale skin.
"You're gorgeous," Hermione whispered.
"Not as gorgeous as you, you're wearing less clothes," Pansy replied with a lopsided smile.
They kissed again and their hands wandered over each. Pansy sucked on Hermione's lips and then her hands tangled up in her thick bushy hair. Hermione gasped as her head was tilted back and Pansy's kisses ranged up and down her neck, dipping lower to her breasts and then licking up to her chin to capture her lips in another kiss.
Eventually though, Pansy's attention moved downwards more permanently. Her mouth enclosing around first one then the other of Hermione's breasts. Hermione whimpered, her hands stroking through Pansy's soft sable hair as Pansy sucked each of her nipples into complete hardness.
Hermione's head lolled back, enjoying the feeling of Pansy's mouth and naturally her body followed so she ended up flat on her back in her bed, Pansy took shameless advantage of the situation to removed the rest of Hermione's clothes. Hermione wiggled her hips and somehow blushed even harder as the last time, damp white knickers, were pulled slowly down her legs while Pansy looked her up and down clearly drinking in the sight.
Pansy reached out and ran a finger through the dark curls on top of Hermione's mound, working her way down to the top of her slit, then she pushed a finger into her, Hermione gasped at the sudden intrusion but Pansy pumped It a couple of times and then pulled it out and showed it to Hermione.
It was shining with wetness.
Pansy placed the finger in her own mouth and sucked it, eyes half-closing in enjoyment of the taste.
"Are you going to eat me out then?" Hermione said with a boldness she didn't fill.
"Not this time," Pansy said with another leering smile. "I have something new for you just for the occasion."
Hermione stared, mouth dry in anticipation. Then Pansy snapped her fingers, the sound covering a whispered incantation and Hermione's eyes grew wider still as Pansy was suddenly wearing a harness around her hips where there had been none a moment before, and attached to the harness was a dildo.
Pansy wrapped her hand around the dildo and jacked it up and down like it was a real cock, the plastic didn't budge but Hermione realised Pansy was rubbing lube all over it.
"Not that you need it," Pansy said a wink when she saw where Hermione was looking, "now spread them."
Hermione felt a frisson pass through her at the commanding words. It was different when Pansy said them. She spread her legs wide as Pansy crawled between them.
Pansy paused a moment and lowered her eyes on the dildo as she placed it at Hermione's entrance. She paused another moment biting her lip and looked up at Hermione again.
"It's okay, we can try this, no problem," Hermione said, encouragingly, lifting her hips a little.
Pansy pushed her hips forward, and Hermione groaned as the dildo slid into her. Pansy put it halfway in before catching herself and retreating but an involuntary sound escaped Hermione's lips and Pansy seemed to take that as encouragement, sliding in again.
Hermione breathed deeply, feeling it stretching her, the lube made it go in easily and she was quickly starting to enjoy the sensation. Pansy hoisted one leg into the hair and held on to her hip as she started to thrust in earnest.
"Oh, oh, oh," Hermione said between gasps. She played with her own breast with one hand and the other went between her legs to toy with her clit, her feelings of pleasure doubled and redoubled.
Pansy, unconsciously perhaps, smiled to see Hermione spread out playing with herself for Pansy's viewing pleasure but then she frowned and let Hermione's leg fall. Gently but firmly she grabbed each of Hermione's hands and, leaning over her, moved them to along side Hermione's head.
"None of that now," Pansy said hoarsely. She was breathing heavily from her execrations. "this is something I'm giving you remember?"
She gave a Hermione a soft kiss, but kept her pinned to the bed all the same as she thrust more quickly.
Hermione stared up, wide-eyed. Pansy was fully on top of her now, nose to nose; Her pale was a shining mask of sweat but her dark eyes were glinting and glimmering and her red lips smiled down on her.
Her hips rose and fell in a distinct rhythm short quick thrusts followed by longer slow ones, the angle and depth were perfect and well practise to send Hermione into a frenzy. Pleasure was coursing through her and a deeper tension was building up quickly, promise something glorious, soon.
"Pansy, oh, I'm getting, getting close." Hermione moaned.
"It's okay, you can finish." Pansy said, not breaking her rhythm.
"B-but…" Hermione whimpered, "you haven't..."
"That's okay, we're concentrating on you today."
Pansy had always been big on reciprocation, though the longer their relationship such as it was went on, the more she was willing to trust said reciprocation would happen without saying.
If Hermione hadn't been on the very edge, she'd have been more fully cognisant of what a big deal it was Pansy was concentrating on her.
Hermione's arms and legs wrapped around Pansy's body, holding onto her as Hermione began to shake. Pansy rolled her hips against her, grinding them together with the strand on buried to the hilt inside Hermione.
"That's it," said Pansy huskily in Hermione's ear. "That's it baby. Come undone for me. You can do that for me can't you? Just for me."
The tension in Hermione's belly unwound all at once, waves of pleasure washed over. She whimpered and pressed her face to the crook of Pansy's neck to muffle it before she collapsed, limply back into the bed.
It was only later, enjoying the after glow with her face pressed between Pansy's breasts, and Pansy toying with a lock of her bushy hair that Hermione realised something else Pansy Parkinson knew.
She knew how, on occasion, to be generous.
Word Count: ~1,400
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson
Content: femmeslash, pwp, birthday sex, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, vaginal sex,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Hermione is learning more and more things Pansy knows all the time.
A/n:UnBeta'd. I happened to see a fic written for Hermione's birthday from a few year's ago recently and realised the date was coming around again. Seemed the appropriate moment to write something new and attemp femmeslash for her. I didn't quite finish on time for the 19th on my timezone but what the heck, hope you enjoy.
- - -
In their youth, Hermione Granger had no high opinion of Pansy Parkinson's intelligence but when they grew up it turned out Pansy knew things.
She knew to let Hermione decompress after a long day of work, she knew just how Hermione liked her tea and she knew just want buttons to push to make Hermione scream. In more ways that one, Hermione thought with a small secret smile.
Pansy however, did not rile her up at all over tea, afterwards she simply took her by the hand, and lead her into the bedroom. Hermione followed without complaint.
"Now," Pansy said looking into her eyes, and reaching out to fiddle with the lay of Hermione's clothes. "A couple of people have told me, in no uncertain terms that it is a special day today."
Hermione blushed slightly. Pansy was frowning, elegant black eyebrows coming together over dark eyes. She hoped Harry and Ron hadn't really said anything too forceful. Pansy was a contrary person after all. Then Pansy's face cleared.
"But that's not reason not to make a fuss of you is it? Happy Birthday "
She moved closer, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder and face and then kissing her on the lips. It was a soft kiss, less because Pansy wanted to gentle Hermione knew and more because she liked to tease her. What's worse, it always worked. Hermione's breath was quickening, her heart hammering. Her hands rose to clutch at Pansy as Pansy deepened the kiss. Her tongue pushing into Hermione's mouth. Hermione moaned, still clinging to Pansy.
Pansy's hands matched Hermione's, rising to press against Hermione's body. Pansy was a lot more coordinated than she was though and soon Hermione realised Pansy was actually undoing the fastenings of Hermione's own clothes.
By soon, Hermione meant when her blouse fell open to the waist. She shrugged out of it, and her bra followed so quickly, it might have been magic. Pansy broke off kissing her for a moment and Hermione found herself sitting on her bed topless, her mouth slightly open.
She blinked and looked up. Pansy was shrugging out her own robes and all she was wearing underneath was a set of lacy black lingerie. The bra and knickers contrasting against her perfect pale skin.
"You're gorgeous," Hermione whispered.
"Not as gorgeous as you, you're wearing less clothes," Pansy replied with a lopsided smile.
They kissed again and their hands wandered over each. Pansy sucked on Hermione's lips and then her hands tangled up in her thick bushy hair. Hermione gasped as her head was tilted back and Pansy's kisses ranged up and down her neck, dipping lower to her breasts and then licking up to her chin to capture her lips in another kiss.
Eventually though, Pansy's attention moved downwards more permanently. Her mouth enclosing around first one then the other of Hermione's breasts. Hermione whimpered, her hands stroking through Pansy's soft sable hair as Pansy sucked each of her nipples into complete hardness.
Hermione's head lolled back, enjoying the feeling of Pansy's mouth and naturally her body followed so she ended up flat on her back in her bed, Pansy took shameless advantage of the situation to removed the rest of Hermione's clothes. Hermione wiggled her hips and somehow blushed even harder as the last time, damp white knickers, were pulled slowly down her legs while Pansy looked her up and down clearly drinking in the sight.
Pansy reached out and ran a finger through the dark curls on top of Hermione's mound, working her way down to the top of her slit, then she pushed a finger into her, Hermione gasped at the sudden intrusion but Pansy pumped It a couple of times and then pulled it out and showed it to Hermione.
It was shining with wetness.
Pansy placed the finger in her own mouth and sucked it, eyes half-closing in enjoyment of the taste.
"Are you going to eat me out then?" Hermione said with a boldness she didn't fill.
"Not this time," Pansy said with another leering smile. "I have something new for you just for the occasion."
Hermione stared, mouth dry in anticipation. Then Pansy snapped her fingers, the sound covering a whispered incantation and Hermione's eyes grew wider still as Pansy was suddenly wearing a harness around her hips where there had been none a moment before, and attached to the harness was a dildo.
Pansy wrapped her hand around the dildo and jacked it up and down like it was a real cock, the plastic didn't budge but Hermione realised Pansy was rubbing lube all over it.
"Not that you need it," Pansy said a wink when she saw where Hermione was looking, "now spread them."
Hermione felt a frisson pass through her at the commanding words. It was different when Pansy said them. She spread her legs wide as Pansy crawled between them.
Pansy paused a moment and lowered her eyes on the dildo as she placed it at Hermione's entrance. She paused another moment biting her lip and looked up at Hermione again.
"It's okay, we can try this, no problem," Hermione said, encouragingly, lifting her hips a little.
Pansy pushed her hips forward, and Hermione groaned as the dildo slid into her. Pansy put it halfway in before catching herself and retreating but an involuntary sound escaped Hermione's lips and Pansy seemed to take that as encouragement, sliding in again.
Hermione breathed deeply, feeling it stretching her, the lube made it go in easily and she was quickly starting to enjoy the sensation. Pansy hoisted one leg into the hair and held on to her hip as she started to thrust in earnest.
"Oh, oh, oh," Hermione said between gasps. She played with her own breast with one hand and the other went between her legs to toy with her clit, her feelings of pleasure doubled and redoubled.
Pansy, unconsciously perhaps, smiled to see Hermione spread out playing with herself for Pansy's viewing pleasure but then she frowned and let Hermione's leg fall. Gently but firmly she grabbed each of Hermione's hands and, leaning over her, moved them to along side Hermione's head.
"None of that now," Pansy said hoarsely. She was breathing heavily from her execrations. "this is something I'm giving you remember?"
She gave a Hermione a soft kiss, but kept her pinned to the bed all the same as she thrust more quickly.
Hermione stared up, wide-eyed. Pansy was fully on top of her now, nose to nose; Her pale was a shining mask of sweat but her dark eyes were glinting and glimmering and her red lips smiled down on her.
Her hips rose and fell in a distinct rhythm short quick thrusts followed by longer slow ones, the angle and depth were perfect and well practise to send Hermione into a frenzy. Pleasure was coursing through her and a deeper tension was building up quickly, promise something glorious, soon.
"Pansy, oh, I'm getting, getting close." Hermione moaned.
"It's okay, you can finish." Pansy said, not breaking her rhythm.
"B-but…" Hermione whimpered, "you haven't..."
"That's okay, we're concentrating on you today."
Pansy had always been big on reciprocation, though the longer their relationship such as it was went on, the more she was willing to trust said reciprocation would happen without saying.
If Hermione hadn't been on the very edge, she'd have been more fully cognisant of what a big deal it was Pansy was concentrating on her.
Hermione's arms and legs wrapped around Pansy's body, holding onto her as Hermione began to shake. Pansy rolled her hips against her, grinding them together with the strand on buried to the hilt inside Hermione.
"That's it," said Pansy huskily in Hermione's ear. "That's it baby. Come undone for me. You can do that for me can't you? Just for me."
The tension in Hermione's belly unwound all at once, waves of pleasure washed over. She whimpered and pressed her face to the crook of Pansy's neck to muffle it before she collapsed, limply back into the bed.
It was only later, enjoying the after glow with her face pressed between Pansy's breasts, and Pansy toying with a lock of her bushy hair that Hermione realised something else Pansy Parkinson knew.
She knew how, on occasion, to be generous.
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