Explorations

Pansy\'s eyelids fluttered. Hermione\'s hot breath was upon her neck, as the Gryffindor tart nibbled just underneath Pansy\'s earlobe. Pansy moaned softly, feeling her face flush as the goosebumps rose along her arms and just about anywhere else. Hermione\'s lips met hers again. Pansy, fearful that she wouldn\'t be able to keep up with Hermione, slowly brought trembling arms to her waist, embracing.

\"Pansy...\" Hermione stopped. \"You\'re shaking.\"

\"I\'m...I\'m fine. I\'m not used to it being so gentle.\" Pansy spoke the truth. Draco was the only one she had been with, sexually. He was more animalistic than he was gentle, though. He was rough, although not for the purpose of hurting his partner, but more so to derive his own pleasure. Malfoys only cared about making Malfoys feel good. \"I\'m just a little nervous.\"

\"It\'s not supposed to be any way other than gentle.\" Hermione had that \"know-it-all\" tone that Pansy normally would have hated to hear. But she was right. It wasn\'t. It was supposed to be slow. Selfless. \"You know, Pansy...we can stop if you want.\"

\"Hell, NO.\" Pansy was surprised to hear herself say it. Hermione giggled. Pansy reddened. \"Errr...let\'s not.\"

\"Okay.\" Pansy\'s every wish and desire was Hermione\'s pleasure. Hermione kissed her again, this time a bit deeper, with her tongue gently moistening Pansy\'s lower lip first, then her upper. Next, their tongues met. Slowly, Hermione\'s hand reached over to Pansy\'s cheek, where she stroked, sending tingles down Pansy\'s body, most especially in the crotch area. Hermione was nothing if not perceptive, and little by little, she responded by lowering more and more of her weight onto Pansy. The hand that was stroking Pansy\'s cheek was now travelling downwards, and finally rested upon a breast. Pansy felt her throat and chest vibrate as she emitted sounds of pleasure. Hermione kneaded and squeezed, matching Pansy\'s each and every moan. Draco didn\'t do this, she was sure of it. She hadn\'t had the displeasure of bedding Malfoy just yet, and no, she wasn\'t interested. Ginny Weasley had nothing positive to say about it - well, at least not much. Draco was good for a quick orgasm, but what was the point, when women in general wanted more? They wanted tenderness, foreplay, softness...just like this. Even messing around with RON wasn\'t this good!

Hermione lifted herself up and gently undid the buttons on Pansy\'s blouse before opening it. Pansy pulled her arms out and reached up, cupping both of Hermione\'s breasts with her palms. Hermione smiled down at her, and then, using both hands, she pulled open her own shirt. Pansy gasped. Buttons flew everywhere. Hermione\'s cream-colored skin shone in the candlelight, and with a quick snap of her bra, everything was visible to Pansy. Pansy\'s own bare chest was revealed next, and Hermione gently pushed Pansy back again, as she took a nipple into her mouth, carefully kissing and suckling. Pansy ran her fingers through Hermione\'s hair, feeling her own breathing begin to intensify.

\"Oh, Merlin.\" Pansy breathed. \"Hermione...oh, my goodness.\"

\"Pansy.\" Hermione\'s hand was underneath Pansy\'s skirt, and her fingers were slowly stroking, rubbing, exploring. \"Pansy. Are you okay?\"

\"Yes...you?\"

\"Yes.\"

Hermione nodded and resumed kissing a trail from Pansy\'s bosom down to her navel, and then to her thighs. Pansy\'s skirt was hiked up, and Hermione had no trouble at all removing her Slytherin counterpart\'s panties. They were tossed aside, perhaps a bit too carelessly. One of the leg holes snagged a candle. Both women were startled as the candle, almost in slow-motion, fell to the floor, knocked over some of the other candles, immediately igniting the flying pair of panties.

\"Oh, shit!\" Hermione jumped off of Pansy, who, in turn, flew off the bed and around the room, looking for something to pour onto the flames. It wasn\'t an isolated flame - even though they had acted quickly, it was still the type of fire that spread quickly.

\"Water...where\'s the water!?\" Pansy exclaimed. Hermione had grabbed Pansy\'s shirt and was frantically batting at the flames, trying the Muggle-method of extinguishing the fire. So SOME good had come of being raised by two muggles. Unfortunately, this wasn\'t the case tonight, as the shirt also caught fire. Hermione cursed and threw it down, ensuring she didn\'t burn herself.

\"Pansy, I know I have some Aquafina in my little fridge. In the corner.\"

\"Aqua-what?\"

\"Aquafina!\" Hermione yelled. \"Water. Muggle brand. Just get it, Pansy!\"

Pansy went to the mini-fridge that was located in the corner of the room. Hermione could be heard coughing as Pansy pulled out item after item - cupcakes, sodas (what the fuck was \"Diet Coke with Lime?\") some Great Hall leftovers, until she found the blue bottle labeled \"Aquafina.\" The liquid was clear. It had to be the Muggle Water Hermione was talking of. She tossed it to Hermione, who caught it and opened it.

\"There should be more in there, Pansy.\" Hermione yelled. Then, just as if anything couldn\'t get any worse for them at the moment, they both heard the knock on the door. Hermione whitened. \"Ah, fuck. Shit.\"

\"\'Mione?\" Someone was calling. It sounded like Ginny Weasley, but Pansy was a bit too preoccupied to pinpoint voices. Right now, her only concern was the fire, if not that, then it was the possibility of being caught in Hermione\'s room, AFTER curfew. NOT to mention, she was a SLYTHERIN. \"Hermione? There\'s smoke coming out from under your door. Are you playing with the spell book again?\"

\"I\'m fine.\" Hermione yelled back, all the while pouring water over the dancing flames. Pansy tossed her another bottle. \"I\'m...yes, we\'re...I\'m playing with the spell book.\"

\"\'Mione, it smells like fire!\" It WAS Ginny Weasley. \"Ron\'s here and he\'s worried sick about you. Open the door, let us help!\"

\"Fuck.\" Hermione muttered. \"Pansy...I\'m so so sorry to have to do this...\"

Hermione grabbed her wand off of the night table and waved it. Before Pansy could protest, Hermione had muttered a quick spell, and the next thing Pansy knew, she was hardening. Her arms were tighter. Her legs longer and muscular. Her chest was flatter. Her hair was shorter...and upon looking in the mirror, she saw it was...platinum-blonde. Her crotch bulged. Pansy gasped, reached downwards - Sweet Merlin, she was Draco Malfoy!

Pansy\'s (as Malfoy\'s,) mouth dropped. She brought a hand to her bare chest, which rippled with the muscles Draco had acquired playing Quidditch. VERY nice...but definitely not the soft, gentle bosom she knew she had. \"What...have...you...done to me?\"

Hermione had just barely managed to get a shirt on when the door was busted open. Ron stood there, mouth wide. Thankfully, Pansy\'s skirt was still on her, and in the transformation, it had been changed into the black pants that Malfoy usually wore underneath his robes. Pansy stuttered as Ron immediately lunged for her, thinking she was Malfoy, and acted quickly. The remaining Gryffindors who were behind the door in the first place were now assisting Hermione in putting out the fire, so none of them made any attempts to foil Pansy\'s escape. She hurried down the corridor, knowing that Ron Weasley was still somewhere behind her with nothing but red in his eyes. He was ready to KILL. Oh, Hermione. Of ALL people, WHY Malfoy?!

\"Ron!\" She could hear Harry Potter\'s voice as she ran for her life. \"It\'s not worth it! You\'ll get yourself expelled. Ron! RON!\"

\"Curse you, Malfoy. You\'ll pay. You\'ll pay DEARLY!\" Ron was heard growling, upon Pansy\'s arrival at the Fat Lady\'s Portrait. \"I\'ll kill you, Malfoy!\"

The Fat Lady gave her a wink as she, still looking like Draco Malfoy, slipped out, and hurried for the Grand Staircase. She stopped only briefly, as soon as she was certain that Harry had stopped Ron from trying to murder her, to catch her breath.

She stopped at the second floor and disappeared into the girls\' bathroom, where she waited. It was, thankfully, one of Hermione\'s five-minute spells - and she soon felt her body begin to transfigure back into the one she was familiar with. Still, she waited. She had no choice. She was shirtless, and the upper portion of her uniform was still in Hermione\'s room, burning. From her perch against the ceramic sinks, she could hear that there was quite a bit of commotion. Professor McGonagall had been awakened by an unnamed Gryffindor, who had notified her of the fire in Hermione\'s room. Some more could be heard about how Ron Weasley had discovered that his girlfriend was shagging Draco Malfoy. Of course she, Pansy Parkinson, was not mentioned anywhere. No one knew about the mysterious side to her, nor the side to Hermione. Their secret was safe, except maybe, to Albus Dumbledore, who seemed to know it all.

She sighed and couldn\'t help but stifle a giggle. Hermione, as usual, had thought several steps ahead. She hated Malfoy with a passion - and now he was going to suffer consequences for something that he hadn\'t even DONE! Pansy, of course, hadn\'t thought of this at all. Hermione, though...she was brilliant. Just plain fucking brilliant!

Once some of the excitement had died down, she got down from the sinks and searched the bathroom. There had to be a shirt - somewhere. Her breasts were revealed for anyone in the hallways to see should she leave the bathroom as is - but luckily enough, she found an old, moldy shirt. It was stained and ripped, but it would have to do until she got back to her own dormitory. She put it on, left the bathroom and descended the stairs leading into the Entrance Hall, and then the dungeons. No one paid any attention to her, of course. The buzz was now about Draco Malfoy\'s latest shenanigan, and just about every Slytherin female was whispering amongst themselves. Ron Weasley wouldn\'t be the only one with something to say to Draco, it seemed. Millicent Bullstrode was furious. Blaise Zabini was softly shuddering, but Pansy could almost see the rage within.

Malfoy was in deep shit.

She sighed, disappearing into her own room, and closed the door. It had been a very long night.




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