Chill

Title: Chill (Part 1/2)
Author: Anais C.
Pairing: Pansy/Hermi Rat Rating:NC-17 (for part 2)
Warnings: femslash, bondage
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP universe, I'm just allowing the characters to have a little fun.
A/N: First P/Hr fic, be kind but constructive.

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Hermione wondered how she had gotten herself into the situation in the first place. It wasn't like she was reckless, but apparently today her mouth had gotten her into trouble. It all happened in Potions. Hermione had accidentally ran into Pansy and spilled her potion down the front of Pansy's uniform. Despite Hermione's offers of cleaning the uniform, Pansy decided to make a huge scene out of it. Hermione had to think quickly, but quickly equalled stupid and she told Pansy that she'd do whatever Pansy wanted. At the time the sly smile on Pansy's face meant nothing to Hermione. She had no idea what she was getting into.

Later that night, Hermione snuck out of Gryffindor Tower. She didn't tell Ron or Harry what she was going to do. There was really no need to worry them. Hermione wondered why she was going along with this. A small voice in backback of her head screamed that this was madness, that she didn't know what Pansy had planned. That little voice told her to turn back and go to bed. Better off chickening out and never knowing what Pansy had in store. Hermione ignored that voice, for some reason and hurried down to the courtyard.
n shn she entered the courtyard, the welcoming scent of spring hit her and she took a deep breath. It was a chill night and in her haste, she had forgotten her cloak. The wool gray sweater she wore and blue jeans would be enough though. Hermione looked around until she spotted a figure sitting on one of the benches reading. Hermione walked silently over to Pansy and stood before her.

Pansy glanced up and gave Hermione a sly grin. "You're on time,Granger," Pansy drawled coldly.

Hermione felt herself go red and she nodded quickly. "What do you want me to do, Pansy. Make it quick. I have to return to the dorm before curfew and...."

"Shut up, Granger," Pansy hissed. "I'm so tired of hearing your mouth. Think you're so clever don't you? Well? Do you?" Pansy glared at Hermione with hungry blue-gray eyes. Pansy stood up quickly, brushing against Hermione. They stood eye to eye. Pansy was so close that Hermione could see the light smattering of freckles across her slig upt upturned nose and she could smell the other girl; a subtle touch of freesia and honey. Hermione had lost herself in that scent, so she didn't notice when Pansy grabbed her hands and placed them on her breasts.

Hermione flushed and tried to look away, but Pansy shook her head. "Look at me, Granger. This is what I want you to do. I want you to pleasure me and you are going to do it. If you don't then I'll make your life miserable. Believe me, I will do it."

"Pansy," Hermione muttered," why are you doing this? What did I do to you?"

"Nothing. I'm just getting off on torturing you, Granger." Pansy smiled, revealingrp trp teeth.

Hermione shook her head. She was about to protest when she felt a pair of lips pressed against her neck. Then she felt something wet. It took her a moment to realize it was Pansy's tongue sliding along her sensitive skin. Hermione felt herself grow wet and tried not to let Pansy know that she was enjoying this. Hermione tried to imagine that it was Krum or Ron that was running their hands up the inside of her sweater and touching her skin.

"What...what are you doing?" Hermione gasped as she felt Pansy's hands fiddling with the waistband of her jeans. "Hey!"

"Be quiet,Granger," Pansy whispered. "I'm doing what Weasley would do if he had the balls to tell you how he felt."

Hermione wanted to tell Pansy that she wasn't a lesbian, that if Ron touched her she'd welcome it and that this was weird. Instead, Hermione told herself that she wasn't exactly straight due to the fact that she had at one point during the year fancied Cho. She decided that instead of fighting Pansy she'd just let her have her way with her. It was better than being publicly humiliated.

Pansy looked up at Hermione and smiled. "You're so beautiful," she murmured. And she wasn't lying. Hermione was indeed a gorgeous girl. Pansy had found herself admiring Hermione since last year. She had been denying it until earlier that day when she had looked at Hermione closely for the first time in six years. Pansy had always fancied herself straight, believing that the more boys she slept with the more it assured her heterosexuality. She was wrong. Standing in the courtyard under the bright moon made her realize that she had just been hiding herself.

Hermione wanted to tell Pansy to get a life and just do what she was going to do. She really wanted to be somewhere warm because the chill had starto geo get to her. "Pansy, shouldn't we move this inside?" she asked softly.

Pansy grinned. "Not before I do what I'm going to do." Pansy leaned forward suddenly and kissed Hermione. At first the other girl stood stiffly, her hands at her sides and her fists balled up. Pansy's tongue flicked against her lips, begging for access. It was granted. Hermione had to admit that kissing another girl was exhilirating. Boys kissed possessively whereas a woman knew how to love every bit of a moment. A woman knew the deepest depths of passion and it was worth exploring even if it was with your enemy.

They broke apart suddenly. They looked at each other with blurred eyes and kiss swollen lips. "Come on," Pansy panted as she grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as she was dragged behind Pansy. They were heading back into the school.

"I'm going to take you somewhere nice, Granger. You'll see."

*to be continued*