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The Tower...
“Fat Lady…I’ll make it up to you.” She cooed, “I’ll sneak you up some extra goodies from the Great Hall. Just please – not a word about this!”
“They better not be stale,” was all the Fat Lady said, before opening up wider, allowing for Pansy’s entrance into Gryffindor tower.
Hermione thanked her, and took Pansy’s hand. “Come on.” She led Pansy through the narrow hallway, and then up the shallow staircase leading towards her dormitory. They were upperclassmen now, and were allowed private housing, which Pansy was thankful for. She wasn’t entirely comfortable with her presence being known – especially in a place as sacred as Gryffindor tower. She was a Slytherin, and had no business being there. They approached the Gryffindor common room.
“Wait.” Hermione instructed. With a wave of her wand, Pansy felt a slight tingle and then upon looking down, she saw that she was wearing Gryffindor robes over a maroon colored skirt and gold and maroon striped tie. Gryffindor uniform! She glanced into a nearby mirror and saw not her face, but that of Angelina Johnson’s.
“What the hell did you just do?” She hissed. “Hermione!”
“Just precaution.” Hermione smiled. “It’s only a five-minute spell. As soon as it’s safe, you’ll turn back.”
“Ohhh.” Pansy moaned. Hermione nodded towards the decorated door leading into her room. “Okay, then.”
They passed through the common room. Pansy thanked every star that she could think of that the real Angelina Johnson was nowhere to be found. Hermione was brilliant, but she didn’t think she could talk herself out of this one if they were – Merlin forbid – discovered! Everyone seemed to be focused on their own thing. Lee Jordan was reading. The twins were talking with Ginny. Ginny was doodling – more than likely another one of her portraits of Draco Malfoy…the object of just about every masturbatory fantasy her boyfriend’s little sister was probably having.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione opened the door to her dorm room and let Pansy in. She stepped in, made sure no one was looking, and then locked it. Pansy felt another tingle. She glanced at the mirror and saw that she was no longer Angelina Johnson. As promised, she was back in her usual shape and form – right down to her green and grey uniform. Hermione had taken a little time in preparation for Pansy’s visit as well – candles were lit, the bed made, the scent of…what WAS that scent?
“I made it in Potions.” Hermione read her mind. “You like it?”
“I do.” Pansy smiled. “I suppose we’re not studying.”
“Oh, Miss Pansy.” Hermione giggled. “You knew that, though. You and I already have an arrangement. You sit next to me and I slip you the answers. You’ll ace the Potions exam. I’ve even made it so that you make exactly three mistakes…for a total score of ninety-one.”
“Ninety-one!” Pansy nodded. “My folks will be proud. I’ll make Dumbledore’s list.”
“I say a celebration is in order, eh?” Hermione gestured toward a vat of ice, which held a tall, green champagne bottle. “An advance celebration.”
“I’m game.”
Hermione smiled. Pansy shuddered. Oh, god, she was so…so…beautiful. Her hair was so shiny, so smooth. Her own was greasy…she could swear sometimes that she was Snape’s love child. Draco liked to pull on Pansy’s hair…so naturally, she braced herself once Hermione’s hand found its way through her brownish locks – but was surprised to be able to associate no pain or roughness with the stunning Gryffindor’s touch.
“Are you okay, Pansy?” Hermione was studying her face, her eyes. “You winced.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I’m just a tad nervous.”
“I’ll be very gentle.” Hermione promised, and then lowered her lips onto Pansy’s. The kiss was electrifying – and immediately sent a shudder through Pansy’s body. Every Slytherin bone in her body responded, or failed to respond. Either way, Pansy felt her knees unbuckle from underneath her, and Hermione was quick. She supported her back, and gently lowered her onto the satin bedsheets. There, they continued their kiss, but only briefly before Hermione picked her head up.
“Are you all right with this?” She gently stroked Pansy’s cheek. Yet another gesture she was not used to as far as Draco Malfoy was concerned. He was very rarely tender with her. He had other means of pleasuring women, and he knew it. Therefore, there was simply no NEED for gentleness, for haste. Yet, Pansy hungered for it – for the affection, for the care that was being shown. New things, new feelings, new
“I’m fine…”
“Do you want to go on?” Hermione’s brown eyes implored Pansy’s, searched carefully for any form of hesitation or discomfort in her Slytherin counterpart’s, and found none.
“Yes…”
They kissed again.
“They better not be stale,” was all the Fat Lady said, before opening up wider, allowing for Pansy’s entrance into Gryffindor tower.
Hermione thanked her, and took Pansy’s hand. “Come on.” She led Pansy through the narrow hallway, and then up the shallow staircase leading towards her dormitory. They were upperclassmen now, and were allowed private housing, which Pansy was thankful for. She wasn’t entirely comfortable with her presence being known – especially in a place as sacred as Gryffindor tower. She was a Slytherin, and had no business being there. They approached the Gryffindor common room.
“Wait.” Hermione instructed. With a wave of her wand, Pansy felt a slight tingle and then upon looking down, she saw that she was wearing Gryffindor robes over a maroon colored skirt and gold and maroon striped tie. Gryffindor uniform! She glanced into a nearby mirror and saw not her face, but that of Angelina Johnson’s.
“What the hell did you just do?” She hissed. “Hermione!”
“Just precaution.” Hermione smiled. “It’s only a five-minute spell. As soon as it’s safe, you’ll turn back.”
“Ohhh.” Pansy moaned. Hermione nodded towards the decorated door leading into her room. “Okay, then.”
They passed through the common room. Pansy thanked every star that she could think of that the real Angelina Johnson was nowhere to be found. Hermione was brilliant, but she didn’t think she could talk herself out of this one if they were – Merlin forbid – discovered! Everyone seemed to be focused on their own thing. Lee Jordan was reading. The twins were talking with Ginny. Ginny was doodling – more than likely another one of her portraits of Draco Malfoy…the object of just about every masturbatory fantasy her boyfriend’s little sister was probably having.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione opened the door to her dorm room and let Pansy in. She stepped in, made sure no one was looking, and then locked it. Pansy felt another tingle. She glanced at the mirror and saw that she was no longer Angelina Johnson. As promised, she was back in her usual shape and form – right down to her green and grey uniform. Hermione had taken a little time in preparation for Pansy’s visit as well – candles were lit, the bed made, the scent of…what WAS that scent?
“I made it in Potions.” Hermione read her mind. “You like it?”
“I do.” Pansy smiled. “I suppose we’re not studying.”
“Oh, Miss Pansy.” Hermione giggled. “You knew that, though. You and I already have an arrangement. You sit next to me and I slip you the answers. You’ll ace the Potions exam. I’ve even made it so that you make exactly three mistakes…for a total score of ninety-one.”
“Ninety-one!” Pansy nodded. “My folks will be proud. I’ll make Dumbledore’s list.”
“I say a celebration is in order, eh?” Hermione gestured toward a vat of ice, which held a tall, green champagne bottle. “An advance celebration.”
“I’m game.”
Hermione smiled. Pansy shuddered. Oh, god, she was so…so…beautiful. Her hair was so shiny, so smooth. Her own was greasy…she could swear sometimes that she was Snape’s love child. Draco liked to pull on Pansy’s hair…so naturally, she braced herself once Hermione’s hand found its way through her brownish locks – but was surprised to be able to associate no pain or roughness with the stunning Gryffindor’s touch.
“Are you okay, Pansy?” Hermione was studying her face, her eyes. “You winced.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I’m just a tad nervous.”
“I’ll be very gentle.” Hermione promised, and then lowered her lips onto Pansy’s. The kiss was electrifying – and immediately sent a shudder through Pansy’s body. Every Slytherin bone in her body responded, or failed to respond. Either way, Pansy felt her knees unbuckle from underneath her, and Hermione was quick. She supported her back, and gently lowered her onto the satin bedsheets. There, they continued their kiss, but only briefly before Hermione picked her head up.
“Are you all right with this?” She gently stroked Pansy’s cheek. Yet another gesture she was not used to as far as Draco Malfoy was concerned. He was very rarely tender with her. He had other means of pleasuring women, and he knew it. Therefore, there was simply no NEED for gentleness, for haste. Yet, Pansy hungered for it – for the affection, for the care that was being shown. New things, new feelings, new
“I’m fine…”
“Do you want to go on?” Hermione’s brown eyes implored Pansy’s, searched carefully for any form of hesitation or discomfort in her Slytherin counterpart’s, and found none.
“Yes…”
They kissed again.