Frigid

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A/N: I don\'t know where this idea came from as I\'ve never written femslash before but here it was and I needed to get it on paper. Enjoy.

At the first Annual Halloween Ball, amidst a sea of happy, laughing faces, there were two in a side alcove that were anything but. Hermione looked up into Ron’s face, her own pale face streaked with tears caused by his harsh words. But he wasn’t done yet. “I’m seventeen Hermione, do you expect me to wait for you forever? I’m the only guy not having sex in our year and you seem to be the only girl who isn’t interested in it. What‘s wrong with you?”

Hermione didn’t say anything, she could only stare at her boyfriend in shock as he continued to berate her, calling her all sorts of names. With one last derisive word about her frigidness Ron left, but not before informing her of his intentions to shag the first willing girl he could find. Hermione ran from the alcove not paying attention to who she was bumping into as she made her way out of the heavily decorated Great Hall.

Harry watched Hermione leave the hall in tears, shaking his head he made his way towards the doors intending to comfort his friend. It had only been a matter of time and personally he thought that Hermione was better off without him. Ron was an idiot and Hermione deserved someone much better than that. Before he was halfway across the Great Hall a familiar arm circled his waist. “Don’t, Harry.”

“I have to go talk to her Draco, she’s upset.” Draco pulled him closer to his side, nuzzling Harry’s neck before responding. “What have I told you about paying attention to details Harry?”

With that Draco raised his arm slightly pointing out the young woman just exiting the hall, her black curls bouncing as she rushed out the door. Harry turned to Draco, worry clear in his face. “Are you sure she’ll be okay?”

Draco held Harry’s face in both hands, “Pansy will make Hermione happy, trust me.” Draco leaned in, kissing Harry’s lips softly. “Now let’s enjoy the Ball. Dance with me, you know how that pisses off Severus.”

With one last look at the doors, Harry turned to Draco hoping that he was right and that Hermione would be all right. “He does so hate not being included.”

Wrapping his arms around his lover he began to sway with the music provided by the Weird Sisters, smiling, as he could feel the gaze of their other lover upon the two of them.

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Hermione began to climb the main staircase as fast as she could, her vision blurred by tears. Granted, Ron had not always seemed content to wait until she was ready, always pressuring to go further, but she never would have guessed he was hiding such anger from her. Tonight had seemed like such a perfect night what with the Halloween Ball and the celebration of the end of the war. A new direction to take in her relationship with Ron, a further step towards the future she had been planning. She had planned for tonight to be special but something had gone wrong along the way…

Walking down the stairs a smile stole across her face, she had been planning for this night since the Headmaster had announced his attentions to herself and Draco about holding a Halloween Ball. As soon as she left the meeting with the Headmaster and the Head Boy she had gone to send an owl to her cousin. Anna would know exactly what she should wear and do.

She had been right of course, Anna always knows. She had received the package from Anna less than two weeks later and had quite the time hiding it from the girls in her dorm. She wanted her outfit to be a surprise and so she had hidden it carefully from everyone, until now.

But his touch had felt wrong, like he shouldn’t be touching her like that and she hadn’t been able to stop from flinching as his finger ghosted across her breast. That’s when he had exploded. Maybe Ron was right…she was frigid.

A sob escaped her as she reached the seventh floor landing. She didn’t want to return to the Gryffindor common room, she couldn’t face all of her housemates when they returned from having the best time at the Ball.

“Hermione…wait.” Hermione stopped at the sound of her name despite her desire to avoid everyone it was an ingrained reaction to stop when someone called you. Turning around she was surprised to find Pansy Parkinson standing before her, chest heaving slightly as the dark haired woman gulped in breaths. Pansy had left during fifth year, pug-like appearance intact and returned a very different woman. Some had speculated that she had some work done at St. Mungo’s but Hermione had learned the truth from Draco not long after they had returned in sixth year. It was part of a protection as Pansy had been betrothed since birth and the contract required she remain virginal until marriage. The contract had been broken over the summer by Draco and Pansy’s mother had released the glamour in the hopes that Pansy could secure another marriage proposal.

Pansy looked a little nervous, “Are you all right Hermione?”

Shaking her head Hermione looked to the floor, she couldn’t let the Slytherin see that she had been crying. A hand gently grasped her chin, pulling up until she was looking into pale blue eyes. “Would you like to go somewhere and talk?”

Hermione wasn’t certain what made her agree but she did and soon found herself being pulled gently down the corridor in the opposite way of the Gryffindor common room, her hand clasped in Pansy’s gloved one. When they reached the corridor where the Room of Requirement was Pansy released her hand and walked by the hidden room three times. A moment later Hermione was being led into a small room with a large plush couch settled in front of an extravagant fireplace. There was a door in the back but it remained closed.

Hermione sunk down into the cushion, toeing off her shoes and curling her legs up under her body. Pansy joined her sitting in a similar position beside her. Hermione sat quietly staring at the flames of the magical fire, grateful that Pansy was giving her time to collect herself.

When she did speak she stuttered before she could get the sentence out. “Di…Di…Did you hear what he said?”

“I think everyone did.”

“Really?” Hermione flushed with embarrassment at the thought of all the students knowing what Ron had said to her, knowing what was wrong with her.

After a moments silence, Hermione spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think Ron might be right about me.”

“About what?”

“I think I am frigid.”

“No you’re not, you’re simply not attracted to him. That doesn’t make you frigid, just says that you have better taste than that.” This was said with a smile and Hermione couldn’t help as her lips twitched.

“How do you know…what if I am frigid? What if I…”

Pansy’s leaned closer towards Hermione reaching out and cupping Hermione’s cheek, “Trust me…frigidness is not something you should worry about.”

With that Pansy leaned in, her lips connecting softly with Hermione’s. In that instant Hermione knew that Ron had been wrong and she wasn’t frigid, she simply had been with the wrong person. Pansy’s hand slipped behind her neck pulling Hermione closer as she attempted to deepen the kiss. Hermione felt like her body was on fire, she’d never felt like this in her entire life. She tightened her legs together as a delicious throbbing began at her crotch. If this is the feeling everyone else got then she understood why people looked at her weird when she said she wanted to wait. Pansy’s tongue licked along her bottom lip and Hermione opened her mouth slightly, shivering when Pansy’s tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding across her own tongue slowly. After a few minutes Hermione tentatively moved her own tongue against Pansy’s, following into Pansy’s open mouth. With that they broke apart, each gasping for air, their foreheads falling together neither wanting to lose the connection they had found.

Pansy smiled softly as she continued to look into Hermione’s eyes, “I told you that you weren’t frigid.”

Hermione smiled back at her. “I…I…don’t really know what to say.”

“Say that that kiss was amazing and you’d love to do that some more. With me.” Pansy smiled again, this time a little self-consciously. Not surprising, considering what she had just said. It took a lot of fortitude to put yourself out there like that, especially if you were unsure of the answer.

“That kiss was amazing and I’d love to do that some more with you…” Hermione parroted the words back to Pansy.

“I’m sensing a but…”

“Pansy, I’m…I’m not one that can just jump into these things without feeling something for the other person. I know a lot of people don’t care and just want to experience sex for sex’s sake but that’s not me. I’m not asking for declarations of love or anything but…” Hermione sat back from Pansy, worried that she had just alienated the only person who had made her feel anything.

A hand touched her shoulder and Hermione redirected her attention to Pansy who was staring at her with watery blue eyes. “About that…you might not be asking for them but I’m going to tell you anyway. Hermione, I’ve been in love with you since the beginning of sixth year when you saved me from Crabbe and Goyle. Draco and Harry both know and have known for some time. You didn’t seem happy with Ron but I also couldn’t ruin a relationship that you were trying so hard to keep together. In a way, what happened tonight is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, as it brought me to this point. I know you’re probably not ready for anythi--nggghhh….”

After hearing those words from Pansy Hermione launched herself at the other young woman, straddling Pansy’s lap as she brought their lips together in another kiss. The very idea that here was someone, a very beautiful someone, that both wanted her for her body as well as wanted her for her. Pansy’s arms settled on her waist, gently stroking up her sides as the kiss continued. Hermione was never more glad for the dress she had chosen that had slits on both sides that allowed for this new position. The throbbing from before intensified with the new position and Hermione pushed down against Pansy, moaning into the kiss as the pressure only intensified the heavy throbbing. She flushed as she felt herself growing wet. This time when they broke the kiss, Pansy spoke her voice full of arousal. “Hermione if you don’t want this to go any further today, I think we need to stop, now.”

“I don’t want to stop. I can’t say I love you now but I know for a fact that I like you very much and I love your body and I want to get to know you better. I hope that this is enough for now.” Pansy smiled shakily at her before nodding. She moved Hermione off her lap and stood, in that instant Hermione felt her stomach drop to her feet. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so honest. She felt her eyes began to get teary again and almost laughed at herself. When she felt Pansy’s hand in hers she looked up into the girl’s face with surprise. Pansy pulled her up off the couch to stand beside her. “That is good enough for me now. As long as I know that you want more is good enough for me.”

Pansy tugged at her hand and Hermione followed the dark-haired woman towards the closed door in the back of the room. When it opened, Hermione stared in shock at the beautiful scene that greeted her. Lit white candles covered every available surface, lending a warm glow over the room. In the center was a large four-poster bed with sheer, almost ethereal curtains surrounding the mattress where a heavy white comforter was pulled back to reveal the silk sheets beneath. It was perfect, something that she would have prepared herself and the fact that Pansy had thought up something so closely to her own fantasies made Hermione want her even more. “I take it back. I love you.”

Pansy laughed and pulled her into the room closing the door behind them. When Hermione turned she was greeted with a scene of a beautiful forest on the wall. The magic reminded her of the magic that was used for the ceiling in the Great Hall. Before she could ask Pansy what spell she thought had been used Hermione felt a hand on her neck and shivered. Soon after the hand was replaced by a warm mouth that placed a soft kiss at the back of her neck. One of Pansy’s hands slipped around to cup Hermione’s left breast and she couldn’t help but arch into the soft touch. Hermione shivered as Pansy’s other hand lower the zipper of her dress, with each inch of her skin that was exposed Pansy leaned forward and placed a kiss on Hermione’s sensitive skin. Once the zipper was all the way down both of Pansy’s hands removed the dress from her shoulders slowly and Hermione almost felt the need to cover up as her body was revealed.

Pansy’s hand traced over Hermione’s waist and down her hips as she pulled the fabric from Hermione’s body and let it go dropping to pool at Hermione’s feet. Hermione stepped away from the material standing in front of a fully clothed Pansy in just her lingerie. Before she could even have the chance to return the favor Pansy had directed her wand at herself removing her outer clothing, leaving nothing but a black satin bra, matching knickers, and for some reason the black satin gloves. Hermione couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous picture that Pansy made, standing before her so obviously at ease with her body. And there was no reason she shouldn’t be. Pansy’s skin was a wonderful golden that glowed with her youthfulness, her breasts were full the dark nipple’s pebbled at the center, her stomach toned as well as strong thighs. In that moment Hermione felt like hitting herself for never figuring out that she preferred females over males. Taking a step forward she found herself in Pansy’s embrace, her arms wrapped around Pansy’s neck while Pansy’s wound around her waist. Their breasts pressed together deliciously as one of Pansy’s legs was inserted between hers.

When their lips met, Hermione was certain that nothing could ever feel better than Pansy’s weight against her, her leg rubbing slowly against Hermione’s crotch, as their tongues tangled together. The kiss lasted until they both needed breath and this time when they broke apart Pansy maneuvered them to the bed. Hermione lay back against the soft silk sheet, her body feeling astonishing as she slid against the smooth material. Pansy had gotten on the bed after her, now moving into a crouch above Hermione. Hermione’s body tingled with the anticipation, unsure where Pansy was going to strike first.

When Pansy lowered her head to Hermione’s breast, taking her lace-covered nipple into her warm wet mouth, Hermione cried out as her back arched against Pansy’s mouth. When that talented tongue flicked against her nipple and was joined by a sweet sucking sensation Hermione moaned loudly again. When Pansy moved to her other breast a hand covered the abandoned breast, a thumb and forefinger flicking the moistened nub. Pansy lifted off her breast and moved along Hermione’s neck alternating between kissing and licking her skin. When she reached Hermione’s mouth, they kissed, tongues entwined as Pansy’s hands moved around Hermione’s back to release the clasp. Removing the lace cups Pansy tossed the bra aside and returned her attentions to Hermione’s now unbound breasts.

Hermione had never felt so desirable in her entire life as Pansy fondled, licked, sucked, and nipped at her breasts. As suddenly as she had started Pansy began moving down Hermione’s stomach kissing a trail down to her belly button. She was shocked as a tongue began moving in and out of the small indentation, she never knew that having a tongue there would feel so amazing. It didn’t last long before Pansy had moved further down, her hands slipping the lace panties down Hermione’s legs.

Pansy sat back for a moment before spreading Hermione’s legs open. After a few minutes had passed Hermione blushed as Pansy hadn’t moved, still continuing to stare at the revealed spot between her open legs. Hermione pulled against Pansy’s hold only to have Pansy’s gloved hands tighten their hold. Pansy leant down licking softly at Hermione’s clit. Hermione screamed out at the unfamiliar touch, she had never been touched there in her life. Pansy’s tongue was tracing patterns along her clit and Hermione found that she was having trouble breathing. Her breaths had evolved into pants as Pansy’s talented tongue pressed against her clit in circling motions. When it became apparent that she wasn’t going to move Pansy’s hands let go of their hold on her legs which Hermione let fall open completely. As Pansy’s tongue continued its ministrations against her clit, Hermione squirmed against the open mouth.

Hermione’s shout as Pansy slipped one finger inside her was probably loud enough to be heard in the hallway. That finger moved slowly in and out of her vagina moving almost in tandem with the tongue at her clit. When she felt the finger move against a tiny nub within her she sobbed as she began to spasm, fluid spurting from her onto Pansy’s hand. As Pansy continued the ministrations Hermione felt like the orgasm lasted forever, the spasm ceasing after a minute. She laid back against the pillows smiling when Pansy pulled her into her arms after planting a quick kiss on her lips. After she had time to catch her breath she turned to the dark-haired woman. “What about you Pansy?”

“I’m fine, you were amazing, so responsive.”

“But I want you to feel what I just did.” Pansy’s arms tightened around her pulling Hermione’s body flush with hers. “There’s plenty of time for that Hermione. We have plenty of time…now that you’ve been cured of your frigidness.”

The last was said with a laugh as Pansy leaned down to capture Hermione’s lips in another searing kiss. And Hermione couldn’t help but think that she should definitely thank Ron in the morning for this. With that last thought Hermione focused on Pansy lying beside her.