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Comprehension
Title: Comprehension
Author: Willow Dea
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
Pairing: Ginny/Pansy
Feedback: Yes please
Wordcount: 795
A/N: Written for the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Challenge fest on livejournal. It\'s my first femmeslash fic, and is shameless PWP.
***
Hermione knew about a lot of things. She could answer every question that might appear on the OWL’s and NEWT’s. She could tell you all sorts of interesting and not-so-interesting little details about the Muggle and Wizarding world. She even knew what really happened at the Tri-Wizard Tournament and at the Ministry of Magic. But there were some things the Gryffindor just didn’t understand.
When Hermione came across Ginny writhing in the Prefect’s bathroom, her white blouse open, and Pansy’s manicured fingers deep inside the dripping cunt, the head girl mistook her friend’s soft moans for pleas of help.
“Get off of her!”
“Fuck off, Granger!” the Slytherin shot back, her red mouth barely brushing against Ginny’s shoulder.
A stunning spell later, and Ginny dazedly watched as Pansy sank to the ground, her first orgasm ever still rippling through her body.
“Oh, god Ginny…What did she do to you?” Hermione asked, not realizing her concern had gone unnoticed.
The red-haired Gryffindor allowed her clueless friend to hastily dress her, and lead her back to Gryffindor tower in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Those arrogant serpents…” Hermione babbled. “Who do they think they are? First Blaise and Seamus, now Pansy’s targeted you…”
She clutched Ginny’s hand as she helped her climb through the portrait hole.
“Was it a potion? Or did she corner you in the bathroom?”
Ginny smiled as she remembered Pansy’s soft lips and gentle caresses. The Slytherin had taken her time, patiently undoing the Gryffindor clasp on her heavy robe, licking her neck, nipping and biting, waiting until the red-head couldn’t wait to feel that hot tongue against her flesh. Undoing each button of her blouse in her mouth, Pansy smiled seductively as she made her way down to her naval.
“So beautiful…” Pansy cooed as she pushed up the white bra and circled each pink nipple with her fingertip. Ginny bit her lip, the tiniest of whimpers escaping her mouth, as the other girl pinched lightly first one, then the other.
The red-haired witch lifted her shaking hand up to the back of Pansy’s head and urged the scarlet mouth down to her left breast. The feeling was so different from anything she’d ever experienced before; there was no clumsy roughness, no sense of rushed, desperate urgency. The Slytherin’s mouth was as gentle as air, yet Ginny found herself already wanting more. She sighed as Pansy slid her hand further down her body, spreading her thighs and rubbing against her white cotton panties.
Pansy growled softly as she discovered how wet the other witch was. Ginny impatiently pushed her hips up, and pressed herself against Pansy’s soft body, their breasts pushing together, and the feeling of skin against skin was thrilling.
With a sharp intake of breath, her cries grew louder as Pansy moved the damp panties aside and lightly rubbed her swollen clit. Ginny spread her legs further apart and pulled the Slytherin closer to her, moaning against the other girl’s neck.
Feeling the Slytherin rubbing against her labia, Ginny’s body began trembling. It still wasn’t enough though. She took Pansy’s hand and urged the nimble fingers into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck...you’re so tight…” Pansy whispered, planting open kisses on her lips, and gently sucking Ginny’s tongue into her mouth. The Gryffindor’s hands moved all over Pansy’s body, over her pert breasts, over her smooth back, rubbing herself against the other girl as she felt the other witch thrusting harder and faster.
Throwing her head back, Ginny screamed as Pansy stilled when she found her g-spot. The red-head cursed and groaned repeatedly as the Slytherin coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her, holding her up, pinning her to the wall by her shoulder.
As the last of the quaking subsided, the Gryffindor witch began to slide down to the cold tile floor, trying to drag the other girl with her.
“Mmm…you enjoy that?” Pansy asked, her voice sultry and low.
Ginny just smiled, relishing in the Slytherin’s presence, the long, slender fingers still buried deep within.
Hermione tucked her into bed, and Ginny was thankful that she hadn’t come in earlier. Once Pansy woke up, she wouldn’t be pleased that that they had been interrupted, but the red-head had several ideas that she was pretty sure would make things up to her girlfriend.
“We don’t have to tell your brother, but Harry will want to know. We can handle Pansy and the others if they give you any trouble,” Hermione rambled on. “We’ll protect you. Ginny, I want you to promise me that you won’t go near the Slytherin’s again. They’re dangerous and who knows what they’ll be up to next.”
“I know,” Ginny said while closing her eyes, imagining exactly what she wanted to be up to next. Hermione never noticed the slight smirk gracing her relaxed features.
Author: Willow Dea
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
Pairing: Ginny/Pansy
Feedback: Yes please
Wordcount: 795
A/N: Written for the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Challenge fest on livejournal. It\'s my first femmeslash fic, and is shameless PWP.
***
Hermione knew about a lot of things. She could answer every question that might appear on the OWL’s and NEWT’s. She could tell you all sorts of interesting and not-so-interesting little details about the Muggle and Wizarding world. She even knew what really happened at the Tri-Wizard Tournament and at the Ministry of Magic. But there were some things the Gryffindor just didn’t understand.
When Hermione came across Ginny writhing in the Prefect’s bathroom, her white blouse open, and Pansy’s manicured fingers deep inside the dripping cunt, the head girl mistook her friend’s soft moans for pleas of help.
“Get off of her!”
“Fuck off, Granger!” the Slytherin shot back, her red mouth barely brushing against Ginny’s shoulder.
A stunning spell later, and Ginny dazedly watched as Pansy sank to the ground, her first orgasm ever still rippling through her body.
“Oh, god Ginny…What did she do to you?” Hermione asked, not realizing her concern had gone unnoticed.
The red-haired Gryffindor allowed her clueless friend to hastily dress her, and lead her back to Gryffindor tower in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Those arrogant serpents…” Hermione babbled. “Who do they think they are? First Blaise and Seamus, now Pansy’s targeted you…”
She clutched Ginny’s hand as she helped her climb through the portrait hole.
“Was it a potion? Or did she corner you in the bathroom?”
Ginny smiled as she remembered Pansy’s soft lips and gentle caresses. The Slytherin had taken her time, patiently undoing the Gryffindor clasp on her heavy robe, licking her neck, nipping and biting, waiting until the red-head couldn’t wait to feel that hot tongue against her flesh. Undoing each button of her blouse in her mouth, Pansy smiled seductively as she made her way down to her naval.
“So beautiful…” Pansy cooed as she pushed up the white bra and circled each pink nipple with her fingertip. Ginny bit her lip, the tiniest of whimpers escaping her mouth, as the other girl pinched lightly first one, then the other.
The red-haired witch lifted her shaking hand up to the back of Pansy’s head and urged the scarlet mouth down to her left breast. The feeling was so different from anything she’d ever experienced before; there was no clumsy roughness, no sense of rushed, desperate urgency. The Slytherin’s mouth was as gentle as air, yet Ginny found herself already wanting more. She sighed as Pansy slid her hand further down her body, spreading her thighs and rubbing against her white cotton panties.
Pansy growled softly as she discovered how wet the other witch was. Ginny impatiently pushed her hips up, and pressed herself against Pansy’s soft body, their breasts pushing together, and the feeling of skin against skin was thrilling.
With a sharp intake of breath, her cries grew louder as Pansy moved the damp panties aside and lightly rubbed her swollen clit. Ginny spread her legs further apart and pulled the Slytherin closer to her, moaning against the other girl’s neck.
Feeling the Slytherin rubbing against her labia, Ginny’s body began trembling. It still wasn’t enough though. She took Pansy’s hand and urged the nimble fingers into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck...you’re so tight…” Pansy whispered, planting open kisses on her lips, and gently sucking Ginny’s tongue into her mouth. The Gryffindor’s hands moved all over Pansy’s body, over her pert breasts, over her smooth back, rubbing herself against the other girl as she felt the other witch thrusting harder and faster.
Throwing her head back, Ginny screamed as Pansy stilled when she found her g-spot. The red-head cursed and groaned repeatedly as the Slytherin coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her, holding her up, pinning her to the wall by her shoulder.
As the last of the quaking subsided, the Gryffindor witch began to slide down to the cold tile floor, trying to drag the other girl with her.
“Mmm…you enjoy that?” Pansy asked, her voice sultry and low.
Ginny just smiled, relishing in the Slytherin’s presence, the long, slender fingers still buried deep within.
Hermione tucked her into bed, and Ginny was thankful that she hadn’t come in earlier. Once Pansy woke up, she wouldn’t be pleased that that they had been interrupted, but the red-head had several ideas that she was pretty sure would make things up to her girlfriend.
“We don’t have to tell your brother, but Harry will want to know. We can handle Pansy and the others if they give you any trouble,” Hermione rambled on. “We’ll protect you. Ginny, I want you to promise me that you won’t go near the Slytherin’s again. They’re dangerous and who knows what they’ll be up to next.”
“I know,” Ginny said while closing her eyes, imagining exactly what she wanted to be up to next. Hermione never noticed the slight smirk gracing her relaxed features.