Blackmail
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female › Hermione/Pansy
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Adult
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19,578
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Blackmail
A/N: This might have mistakes. I haven't had anyone read over it, and I wrote it in maybe a total of 20mins or something. So, if you spot a mistake, let me know. Also, I don't do femslash often, so sorry if this isn't any good. This is also posted on Livejournal community called comment_fic in reply to a prompt that I posted myself. The prompt was for femslash pairings and I used this pairing with the word 'blackmail', hence, the title. Ok, that's enough chit-chat.
“Well well, if it isn’t Granger snooping around in the restricted section. I wonder what sort of punishment your Head of House will give you when she hears this news…”
Hermione shoved the heavy volume back onto the shelf and squared her shoulders as she turned to face of with the Slytherin witch. “You’d only be getting yourself into trouble as well.”
“So it would seem…” Pansy smirked and casually tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “But Professor Umbridge personally asked me to patrol the library for students who might be sneaking around.”
Hermione’s stomach clenched. She was against being rude to professors, but Umbridge was a horrid woman who didn’t belong at Hogwarts, or within the Ministry for that matter. She silently tacked off a few choice swear words against the woman and those who did her dirty work, then spoke to Pansy once more. “Then I will accept any consequences.”
“If you do something for me, we can forget all about this little…incident.”
There had to be a catch, Hermione knew that, but she didn’t want to tarnish her record more than it had already been tarnished.
“And what would that ‘something’ be?”
“Come over here and I’ll tell you.” Pansy took hold of Hermione’s wrist and lead her deeper into the looming rows of dust covered shelves. “I’ve been patrolling the library for some time now, and you won’t believe how boring it is. So, you’re going to help me have a little fun this evening.”
She stopped once they reached a wall. There was a window with a low sill that Pansy sat down upon. She pointed at a spot on the floor in front of her. “Kneel.”
Hermione lowered herself to her knees, shivering as the cold stone floor bit through her school robes.
Pansy pushed her own robes aside and lifted up the thin silk fabric of her nightgown. She wore no panties, and there was no pubic hair to hide the pale pink lips. She grabbed a fist full of the Gryffindor’s bushy hair and yanked her forward until the girl’s face was buried between her legs.
Unwillingly, Hermione opened her mouth, her tongue hesitating a moment before she began to lick at the exposed flesh before her. This being her first and hopefully last time pleasuring another girl, Hermione had no practical experience to draw upon, but she had touched herself and read enough TeenWitch magazine to determine which areas would grant the most pleasure. Her brown eyes flicked up to watch Pansy’s reactions as she began to swirl her tongue along the parted lips of her vulva, pushing between the opening, then traveling up to her clitoris.
As she watched, Pansy licked her lips and moved against Hermione’s mouth encouragingly. Her mouth parted in a soft, breathy moan when the tentative tongue began to probe and encircle her now throbbing clitoris.
Hermione sucked experimentally at the nub, shifting from hard to light suctions.
With the juices flowing from her lips and down her thighs, Pansy pulled at Hermione’s hair and demanded in a breathless screech, “Use your fingers too. Ah!”
She pumped two fingers slowly inside of Pansy. She curled them like a hook at the end of each deep plunge. Even with her knuckles deep inside, Hermione was only able to graze teasingly against Pansy’s G-spot, but along with the attention to her engorged clit, it was enough to give the Slytherin the pleasure she needed.
Pansy groped and pinched at her breasts as she continually bucked her hips at Hermione. Her head fell back against the window and her neck arched painfully as she cried out unintelligible words.
Hermione pulled back when her work was done. Her knees groaned in protest.
Spent, Pansy slumped against the window and watched Hermione, legs still spread and sex exposed, she grinned. “Good work Granger. You could give that Weasel girl a few lessons.”
“Well well, if it isn’t Granger snooping around in the restricted section. I wonder what sort of punishment your Head of House will give you when she hears this news…”
Hermione shoved the heavy volume back onto the shelf and squared her shoulders as she turned to face of with the Slytherin witch. “You’d only be getting yourself into trouble as well.”
“So it would seem…” Pansy smirked and casually tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “But Professor Umbridge personally asked me to patrol the library for students who might be sneaking around.”
Hermione’s stomach clenched. She was against being rude to professors, but Umbridge was a horrid woman who didn’t belong at Hogwarts, or within the Ministry for that matter. She silently tacked off a few choice swear words against the woman and those who did her dirty work, then spoke to Pansy once more. “Then I will accept any consequences.”
“If you do something for me, we can forget all about this little…incident.”
There had to be a catch, Hermione knew that, but she didn’t want to tarnish her record more than it had already been tarnished.
“And what would that ‘something’ be?”
“Come over here and I’ll tell you.” Pansy took hold of Hermione’s wrist and lead her deeper into the looming rows of dust covered shelves. “I’ve been patrolling the library for some time now, and you won’t believe how boring it is. So, you’re going to help me have a little fun this evening.”
She stopped once they reached a wall. There was a window with a low sill that Pansy sat down upon. She pointed at a spot on the floor in front of her. “Kneel.”
Hermione lowered herself to her knees, shivering as the cold stone floor bit through her school robes.
Pansy pushed her own robes aside and lifted up the thin silk fabric of her nightgown. She wore no panties, and there was no pubic hair to hide the pale pink lips. She grabbed a fist full of the Gryffindor’s bushy hair and yanked her forward until the girl’s face was buried between her legs.
Unwillingly, Hermione opened her mouth, her tongue hesitating a moment before she began to lick at the exposed flesh before her. This being her first and hopefully last time pleasuring another girl, Hermione had no practical experience to draw upon, but she had touched herself and read enough TeenWitch magazine to determine which areas would grant the most pleasure. Her brown eyes flicked up to watch Pansy’s reactions as she began to swirl her tongue along the parted lips of her vulva, pushing between the opening, then traveling up to her clitoris.
As she watched, Pansy licked her lips and moved against Hermione’s mouth encouragingly. Her mouth parted in a soft, breathy moan when the tentative tongue began to probe and encircle her now throbbing clitoris.
Hermione sucked experimentally at the nub, shifting from hard to light suctions.
With the juices flowing from her lips and down her thighs, Pansy pulled at Hermione’s hair and demanded in a breathless screech, “Use your fingers too. Ah!”
She pumped two fingers slowly inside of Pansy. She curled them like a hook at the end of each deep plunge. Even with her knuckles deep inside, Hermione was only able to graze teasingly against Pansy’s G-spot, but along with the attention to her engorged clit, it was enough to give the Slytherin the pleasure she needed.
Pansy groped and pinched at her breasts as she continually bucked her hips at Hermione. Her head fell back against the window and her neck arched painfully as she cried out unintelligible words.
Hermione pulled back when her work was done. Her knees groaned in protest.
Spent, Pansy slumped against the window and watched Hermione, legs still spread and sex exposed, she grinned. “Good work Granger. You could give that Weasel girl a few lessons.”