Explorations

Through her dorm room window, Hermione had seen Pansy creeping around the grounds. Night had fallen, but the moonlight was significant enough to clearly outline Pansy’s facial expression. She looked upset. Very upset. Hermione hadn’t seen her, nor had the chance to talk to her since the evening in Gryffindor Tower that everyone was still talking about. She and Draco Malfoy both had been put on a TDA – temporary dorm arrest, for their despicable behavior. She hadn’t been able to leave her room other than to attend classes. Of course, no one was pointing fingers at Pansy Parkinson, but instead at Hermione herself, and at Malfoy. Hermione was a talented actress back home in the Muggle World, and she had managed to convince Ron that she felt as if she were put under some kind of a spell. Ron was still fixated on murdering Malfoy – but swore that he would wait until the semester was over before doing something to risk his being expelled. Malfoy, though – still swore that it was HE that had been framed. And he was, in this case, the one that was right.

She had stepped away from the window and marched herself straight into Harry Potter’s room. He was hunched over his desk, studying for the upcoming midterms.

“Harry.” She lingered in his doorway. “I need a favor.”

“Mmm?” He didn’t look up.

“I need to borrow your Invisibility Cloak.” Hermione got right to the point.

“What for?”

“I want to go for a walk.” Hermione sighed. “Ever since that other night, I’ve been cooped up in my room. I’m suffering from what muggles call ‘cabin fever.’ I have to get out…I was going to take a walk on the grounds.”

“Oh, ‘moine.” Harry sighed. “You realize that if you get caught, you’ll be expelled. Professor McGonagall made it clear that you’re not to leave your room.”

“Please.” She whined. “Harry, it’s just…I NEED air!”

“Why don’t you and Ron do some more talking?” Harry suggested. Hermione and Ron had done much conversing over the past several days, and with good reason. He was just starting to believe that she hadn’t knowingly jumped into the sack with Draco Malfoy. While it was the truth, it still wasn’t the accurate story. It had been Pansy she was fooling around with, and not Draco. Ron now believed that Malfoy had been the one to brainwash Hermione in some manner, just so he could get his “filthy Slytherin hands” on her. Hermione had denied it, of course, but that was all she was doing as far as helping Malfoy. He was on his own on this one – he was going to have to wiggle his own damned way out of it. After all, it was what Slytherins did best – wiggling!

“I’m all talked out.” Hermione went to Harry’s closet, where she pulled out the cloak. Harry watched, shaking his head, as the lower half of Hermione’s body disappeared and then it looked as if he were accompanied only by her floating head. “How’s this look?”

“Hermione, I’m warning you…you’ll get caught.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like me.” She shook her head. “Relax, Harry. I’ll have it back in a jiffy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shrugged, then mumbled. “I warned you.”

Wearing the cloak over her entire body, Hermione carefully made her way out of Harry’s room, through the Common Room, and down the stairs leading to the Fat Lady’s portrait. She slipped out, snuck quietly through the corridors, down the Grand Staircase, and through the Entrance Hall. She was cautious as not to alert any of the prefects that were making their rounds, and made sure to steer clear of Argus Filch and his blasted cat, Mrs. Norris. They were around, too, she was sure of it. Even though she couldn’t see or hear them, she knew that they were lurking. Even though Harry’s cloak kept her from sight, she was still afraid of being noticed – somehow. So she was careful, as she maneuvered herself around bookcases, statues and other artifacts positioned around the castle.

Soon enough, she found herself hugging the cloak to herself as the crisp, fresh air welcomed her on the grounds.

“Pansy?” She whispered as soon as she was positive that no one was around to hear her. “Pansy? Are you here?”

There was no answer. Hermione stole a glance up at the tower, where her window was situated. From there, she had seen Pansy headed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Oh, NO. Not the Forbidden Forest! Hermione checked to ensure that she was still covered from head to toe, and hurried off in the direction of the forest. Other than for the moon, the sky was pitch-black and Hermione almost wished that she were back in her room, in her bed, with the covers around her. Almost. Right now, she was more concerned with finding her friend.

“Pansy?”

She heard it then. A sob. It came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, but it was close. Not far enough to be within reach of some of the beasts Dumbledore had warned them all about when they were first years, but still dangerously close to the iron gate leading into the murky darkness that represented death, gloom and pain. Hermione ran until she found Pansy – sitting cross legged amidst a patch of trees. The cloak dropped to the ground, and Pansy was surprised to see Hermione standing there. Her mouth dropped.

“Hermione.” Pansy was quick to reach for a tissue. Hermione knelt in front of her. “What are you doing here? I heard you were…I mean…you’ve been…”

“I have friends in high places.” Hermione motioned towards the invisibility cloak. “You shouldn’t be here, Pansy…don’t you know how dangerous it is around here? Especially at this time of night? Argus Filch could walk along here at any time now, with that damned cat of his…”

“I don’t care.” Pansy sniffed. “I…I’m worthless anyway.”

“What are you saying?” Hermione demanded, cupping Pansy’s chin in her hand. “Who said that?”

“Draco.” Pansy shrugged. “He’s furious, Hermione…and he’s being just plain impossible…he’s in the dungeons, and he’s being so…so…”

“Malfoy-like.” Hermione finished Pansy’s sentence for her. “It’s expected of him. He’s angry, I’m sure…but he’ll be fine.”

“He says I’m a slut…No one will love me.”

Hermione’s blood boiled. While she wasn’t surprised to hear that Malfoy had verbally assaulted Pansy, as he had others, she was saddened to see that Pansy had actually taken it to heart. She could see how easy it was to do that, though. Malfoy was vicious…a bully. Hermione hated bullies with a passion, having encountered many of them, herself. Malfoy, included. His constant “Mudblood” comments had become more and more frequent, especially in recent days. “I did NOT fuck that nasty Mudblood!” And so on.

“I do…” Hermione lowered her lips onto Pansy’s, tasting the salty tears that had been drying on her upper lip. “You know, Pansy…you can’t believe everything Malfoy says…”

“I can’t help it.” Pansy sniffled.

“Yes, you can.” Hermione sat next to her. “Mmm. It’s a nice night, eh?”

“It is,” Pansy nodded.

“How have you been?” Hermione nudged her. “We haven’t talked in a few days.”

“I’ve been worried about you.” Pansy sighed. “I was hoping you and Ron were all right. He isn’t too mad at you, is he?”

“No, we’re fine.” Hermione assured Pansy, who nodded. “I’ve managed to convince him that there were dark forces at work…”

“I’ll say.” Pansy giggled. “Draco’s not having much fun in the dungeons these days.”

“He’s brought much of his own misery upon himself.” Hermione shrugged. “He’ll live. In about a week or so, Colin Creevey will have a new photo out that everyone will be talking about instead. His last one of Professor Snape singing ‘The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow’ in the shower was a big hit, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh, yes.” Pansy giggled. “Oh, Hermione. You always make me smile. Do you know that?”

“That’s the way it should be.” Hermione ran a hand along Pansy’s cheek, drying up the remainder of moist tears that were on her cheek. “You probably haven’t had too much of that, have you?”

“No…no. Draco’s the only one I’ve…been with.”

“I see.”

“Is Ron gentle with you?” Pansy inquired, her voice beginning to sound a bit calmer.

“Oh, always…” Hermione nodded. “Ron takes his time. He’s slow, he’s considerate…he makes sure I enjoy every touch, every caress, every kiss, every lick…”

“I see.” Pansy nodded. Oh, how she wished that it were so with Draco. She knew it wouldn’t be, though. Draco was a strong-willed male with hormones of steel, and he had no time for lovemaking, no time to spend on satisfying her and her needs, her desires. He was able to get her going – but it was always on his time frame…if she didn’t cum, then oh well, too bad. Draco didn’t care either way.

“Oh, Pansy…” Hermione kissed her again. “You need to see how it should be…how it’s supposed to be…”

“Mmm.” Pansy returned the kiss, enjoying the silky, sweet touch of Hermione’s lips against her own.

Hermione deepened the kiss and gently laid Pansy on her back, then carefully positioned herself on top of her. They were breast upon breast, legs intertwined. The breeze was gentle and the air was warm, as they kissed some more. Deeper. Longer. Harder. Their tongues met, circled and danced around one another. Hermione felt a soft moan escape Pansy’s throat, in response to her hand movement, the gentle sliding of her hand up the front of Pansy’s blouse. She let it roam freely, softly, gently – before carefully cupping a breast. Pansy lifted her torso up off the ground briefly, allowing Hermione easy access to the clasp of her green bra. With a quick snap, Pansy’s breasts were released, and Hermione was able to slide her hand underneath the silk material separating the skin of her hand to Pansy’s smooth, creamy, heaving chest. Pansy moaned again as Hermione found a taut nipple, and began to circle it with her thumb, all the while still kissing her. Eventually, Hermione’s lips traveled from Pansy’s mouth down to the nape of her neck, where she nibbled on the quivering Slytherin’s earlobe.

Pansy’s arms were around Hermione’s waist as Hermione used her spare hand to undo the buttons on Pansy’s blouse. The moonlight was directly above them, and Hermione could make out the goosebumps along the surface of Pansy’s skin. She smiled, satisfied, as she brought her lips down to Pansy’s nipple, flicking it with her tongue.

“Ohh.” Pansy couldn’t speak. It all felt so good, and so RIGHT. She gave Hermione tender squeezes along her sides, her buttocks. Ron was one lucky S.O.B….

Hermione eased herself up only slightly, so that she could lower herself a bit. She left a trail of kisses, starting from Pansy’s nipple, moving downwards past her ribcage, and then dipping her tongue into her belly button. Pansy’s hands found the back of Hermione’s head, and her fingers raked through her shiny, curly, brown locks. Hermione looked up from Pansy’s abdomen and gave her a smile.

“You all right?”

“Yes.” Pansy sputtered. “I…this is very, VERY nice.”

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” Pansy nodded. Hermione reached for the invisibility cloak, which was lying within reach of them, and covered them.

“It might get a little drafty.” Hermione said with a wink. “Now, where was I?”

“I believe you were…” Pansy pointed to her belly button, which was directly below Hermione’s lower lip, “…right there.”

“There?” Hermione licked. Pansy squirmed. “Over there?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Have I been….” Hermione kissed a spot located a few inches below the belly button, just above the waistband of Pansy’s skirt. “…here, yet?”

“You haven’t.”

“Do you want to change that?”

“Can that be arranged?” Pansy giggled.

Hermione nodded, and slowly unsnapped the button, and lowered the skirt and panties, revealing Pansy’s cleanly-shaven mound. Pansy felt her heart pound and her body shudder as Hermione’s slender finger began to trace the outline of her womanhood, and in a non-intrusive manner, as well.

“Are you ok?” Hermione asked again.

“I’m fine.”

Hermione studied her. Searched for signs in Pansy’s facial expression to indicate that she was in any way uncomfortable. When she was certain that there was no uneasiness on either of their parts, she proceeded. Her lips were upon the apex of Pansy’s thighs next, and her tongue carefully began to explore within the fragile folds. Pansy gasped, slightly arching her hips forward. Again, her hand found Hermione’s head, and she stroked gently, showing her approval via physical touch as well as vocally. Pansy found that she had to bite her lower lip to keep from making too much noise…she certainly didn’t want the invisibility cloak to be suddenly whisked off of the two of them and for them to be discovered – by Argus FILCH, even! Oh, Merlin!

Hermione’s tongue found Pansy’s clitoris, and she was soon overcome with waves and waves of pleasure. Hermione’s gentle licks and figure-eight tongue movements were far more than Pansy was used to experiencing, especially with Draco. What was even more of a turn-on was how connected the two of them were. Hermione had one hand intertwined with Pansy’s, and another rested upon Pansy’s thigh. Pansy found it to be highly beneficial that she could squeeze Hermione’s hand as a way of letting her know her level of comfort.

Pansy shuddered. WHAT was going on? Hermione was focused solely on her “button” and Pansy found that she was beginning to lose control of her muscles. The hand that was on Pansy’s thigh was now on her breast, and Hermione rubbed her nipple, in synch with each well-placed lick. The moon seemed to get brighter, and the trees seemed to be swirling as Pansy moaned, feeling as her body tightened first, then began to shudder violently. She squeezed Hermione’s hand.

Hermione stopped, and rested her cheek against Pansy’s thigh. Their hands remained intact as Pansy orgasmed, and worked to catch her breath. Once her breathing had slowed, Hermione raised herself up and laid down next to Pansy.

“Oh, Merlin.” Pansy exhaled. “Hermione…where…did…you…learn…that?”

“It’s what I like done to me.” Hermione smiled. “It’s selfless, Pansy…it’s supposed to be, anyway. It’s supposed to be more enjoyable for you than it is for the one giving it to you – and what makes it even better is when you’re both doing the same thing.”

“I’ll say.” Pansy nestled into Hermione’s chest. “Wow.”

They kissed again. Pansy could taste herself upon Hermione’s lips. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. So many of Draco’s smart ass remarks had gotten to her over the last few years, and she had gotten to the point where she was incredibly body-conscious. Hermione liked it as it was, though, and it felt so wonderful. As they kissed, Pansy worked the buttons on Hermione’s blouse and skirt, gently removing garment after garment, until Hermione was as naked as she was. She glanced up only momentarily, to see that their clothes were scattered about. Her bra was hanging on a tree branch. Hermione’s panties were on the ground, and a curious squirrel was inspecting it.

“Pansy…” Hermione said softly. “You know, you don’t have to…”

“I want to.” Pansy kissed her again, then moved over, making soft suckling sounds. She spent quite a bit of time at Hermione’s neck, finally understanding why Ron loved to kiss her there – it was delicious. Sweet, hot, warm. Hermione gasped as Pansy dragged her tongue down to her breasts. They were a bit smaller than Pansy’s but just as squeezable. Pansy focused her attentions there for a while, before Hermione gently pushed her head further downwards. She wanted more…she was ready for more. Pansy picked her head up, meeting her eyes with Hermione’s.

“Really?” Pansy raised an eyebrow.

“Please…” Hermione nodded breathlessly.

Pansy obliged. She closed her eyes, thought back to what Hermione had done to her only minutes earlier – and mimicked her own tongue movements as well as she could. She felt her cheeks burn as Hermione moaned and wiggled in ecstasy, not worrying as much as Pansy had about being discovered by anyone. Hermione was far more vocal than Pansy was, and the squirrel was now staring at both of them with a cocked head. Pansy ignored it and concentrated on Hermione’s clitoris, making sure to give it a full massage with the tip of her tongue. Hermione’s and Pansy’s hands were joined again. It had been Pansy’s idea to extend to Hermione the same consideration as she had been shown, and to take the sexy Gryffindor’s hand. Hermione, though, had other things in mind. She guided Pansy’s hand over to where her Slytherin lover was already licking. Pansy paused, shooting Hermione a questioning glance.

“Go ahead…” Hermione smiled.

Pansy continued to lick and gently suckle Hermione’s clit all the while slowly and cautiously guiding a finger along the wet slit directly below it. Hermione arched herself upwards, almost as if to guide Pansy. Pansy slowly slid her finger inside, feeling Hermione’s muscles greet her with soft spasms and squeezes. She left it there for a moment, unsure of what else to do. Instead, she worked her tongue, and continued flicking. Hermione began to rock her hips back and forth, and Pansy felt her beginning to tighten around her finger. Shortly after, Hermione began to shudder and throb, and it was Pansy’s turn to allow for her hand to be squeezed as Hermione’s wetness trickled out over her finger.

Once Hermione had managed to regain her composure and the two young women were laying side-by-side, in each other’s arms again, Pansy kissed her again.

Then, she picked her head up, looked Hermione in the eyes, smiled….and hissed.

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