Messy Eater

Title: Messy Eater
Author: Skettimon
Pairings: Ginny/Luna, Ginny/Pansy
Rating: Anywhere from PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: Language, sexual content, homosexual encounters. Hurhur.
Summary: Pansy Parkinson hates Ginny Weasley.
Genre: Slight comedy, drama, erotica


Pansy Parkinson found her lip curling up in disgust as she watched Ginny Weasley eat from across the mess hall. It was absolutely repulsive. Years from grabbing food before her brothers must have trained her to snatch up and gulp down everything that was in front of her before anyone could touch it.

Pansy shook her head, and turned her eyes to Draco. He too, was staring at Ginny. He had a look of disbelief on his face, one forkful of food poised before his mouth.

"Oh God," he mumbled, and suddenly dropped his fork with a loud clatter onto his plate.

"I can't even eat now! Look at her go! It should be illegal to eat that fast. She's absolutely DISGUSTING!" He raised his voice on the last word, causing several Slytherins and a couple Ravenclaws to look over. Ginny herself paused for a moment, eyes darting up to look in their direction.

She smirked at Pansy, before opening her mouth and showing her chewed up food. Pansy flinched, wrinkling her nose and sending the bitch a glare simutaneously. Draco cried out next to her.

'Fuck you, whore,' she mouthed to Ginny. The redhead closed her mouth with a snap, glaring back just as ferociously as Pansy. She then swallowed her food, and looked back down at the food in front of her. Pansy noted with a sort of triumphant feeling that she continued to eat, albeit slower and more thouroughly.

She found herself staring at the line of Ginny's throat, watching it move as she swallowed her food. The slight bob of a tiny adams apple, the dip of her collar bone swathed in a slight shadow...she felt her face heat up. Shaking her head, Pansy looked away quickly. She stood up, and turned to Draco.

"Come, Draco. We should be getting to our first class. No need to waste our time amongst idiots."

They both got up and left the table.

Pansy swore she could feel the heat of Ginny's eyes on her back.
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Later that evening, Pansy had decided that the Slytherin common room was to crowded for her tastes, so she left to study in the library. She had an exam for Muggle Studies later in the week, and she felt the need to tackle her worst subject first.

While she despised the non-magical race, with their idiotic outfits and their non-moving photographs, she did admit that in order to exterminate a bug, one needed to know how they lived. So she grudgingly signed up for Muggle Studies in her third year. Her parents had been proud of her logic.

Pansy smiled, thinking how lovely it would be to rid the world of the muggles forever. As she thought of all the ways to kill a muggle, she stretched her arms over her head and leaned back in her chair. She had a perfect upside down view of the rows of shelves behind her, the spaces between them looking dark and forboding.

As she stared into the darkness, however, she realised that there was something moving down there. She squinted, and noticed that it was two people. They grew closer and closer to where she was seated.

As she continued to stare, she watched as one of them suddenly slammed the other against the bookcase-luckily they were charmed not to be knocked over with such force, otherwise they would've started a dominoe effect.

Pansy returned to normal seating position, and then twisted around to view the scene taking place. She stared hard into the darkness, trying to see who they were and what they were doing. It didn't seem as if the person who had been thrown up against the shelves was scared, nor did there seem to be any violence taking place.

She watched as the two started to kiss-she could tell that much from her position. A flash of long blonde hair...Luna Lovegood, she instantly recognized. Who was the other person? Pansy thought for all of three seconds before deciding to get up quietly, and walk down the aisle on the other side of the bookcase.

As she got closer to the action taking place, she heard quickened breathing, and slight breathy moans. Her face started to get hot, and her own pulse quickened. She walked past the two of them on the opposite side of the bookcase, turned the corner, and peeked down the aisle they were in.

Her heart nearly stopped, and she felt a sort of disgusting anger form in the pit of her stomach.

Ginny Weasley had Loony Lovegood pinned against the bookcase, one hand underneath Loony's shirt, the other up her skirt. The hand beneath her skirt was moving rhythmically-it was obvious she was finger fucking the girl.

Pansy's eyes narrowed. Ginny was pressing hot and open mouthed kisses along Luna's neck and collar bone, leaving trails of pink gloss along Luna's neck. Pansy licked her own suddenly dry lips, and felt something hot and fierce coil in her stomach.

Ginny was now pressing herself up against Luna's thigh, rolling her hips in time with Luna's every arch. Luna's own hands were running through Ginny's hair, down her back, squeezing Ginny's ass, and then...there it was. Luna's own hand disappeared up Ginny's skirt, and Pansy felt her own pussy tighten and go wet as she heard Ginny give a slight moan.

"Oh God...G-Gin.." Luna mumbled. Her eyes, usually glassy and accompanied with a far away look, were now sharp and knowing. Pansy took in a shaky, inaudible breath at the sight, and then hunched down hoping the two didn't hear her.

But they didn't and continued what they were doing.

Pansy blinked several times, a thought going through her mind. This was the library, weren't they worried about getting caught, was Luna any good, was Ginny any good...she wondered briefly what it would feel like to be in Luna's position...

The two girls were now kissing eachother, pink tongues slipping into one anothers mouth, slow, hot kisses that made Pansy's knees go weak and her cunt gush. The hands beneath the skirts had slowed, and Ginny was the first to withdraw her hand. Pansy saw her grin at Luna, before bringing the hand up to her mouth, and licking Luna's juices off of it. Luna herself smiled, a slight pink tint to her cheeks. She withdrew her own fingers from Ginny, but made no move to clean them off.

For a minute, the Slytherin thought that they were done-remarkably quiet, she thought, even if they were trying to stay unnoticed.

But that thought was quickly abandoned when she watched with wide eyes, as Ginny slid to her knees, lifted Luna's skirt up, and pull down her bright yellow underwear.

Pansy gulped, feeling her clit twitch with excitement. She absentmindedly swirled her finger around it, telling herself that it was only to calm it. But she didn't stop as she watched Luna's eyes slide shut, her mouth part, and a breathy little groan escape her throat. Her head slid back and to the side, arms splayed out behind her so as to not fall.

Ginny herself gently pushed Luna's legs apart, giving Pansy a view of Luna's hairless pink pussy. She saw Ginny lick her own lips, a fierce look on her face before pressing her mouth to Luna's clit. Pansy felt all the air go out of her in a slow woosh. Her heart was pounding, her face hot, and her hand busy in her own knickers.

Luna let out a light "ah," sound, but Pansy ignored her in favor of Ginny. Ginny's auburn hair was pulled to the opposite side, giving Pansy a great view of Ginny's mouth slowly licking and sucking. One of her hands disappeared underneath her skirt, and Pansy found herself wishing she could be that hand.

Ginny's eyes closed, and she kissed Luna's pussy, sucking on the clit, and flicking the nub with her tongue. Her other hand then trailed up to the opening of Luna's vagina, and entered her in one swift motion, causing Lovegood to buck her hips and spread her legs further. Luna's eyes were now focused on what Ginny was doing, one hand holding up her skirt and the other gripping the book shelf tightly.

Ginny looked like an expert. Her tongue swirled slowly around Luna's clit while simutaneously fucking the girl with her fingers-now three, instead of two. Luna's hips were now arching to every kiss, lick, and suck Ginny was doing; Ginny herself had her legs spread, bobbing up and down on her own fingers.

Pansy desperately wished for something inside her own cunt.

The redhead pushed a fourth finger inside of Luna, and Luna cried out softly at the contact, hips moving faster and faster, Ginny kissing and licking faster, her fingers moving deeper inside of Luna. Pansy's own hand was rubbing circles on her clit. She herself was nearing the edge, but wanted to wait until the two were there also.

She didn't have to wait long. Ginny was now fucking herself with gusto, and fucking Luna faster and harder. Luna's breathing was loud and hard, and Ginny moaned quite loudly at the sounds Luna was making. Three more licks, and two more thrusts later and Luna was coming, quiet gasps escaping her and hips twitching like crazy. Ginny herself bobbed up and down fast and hard twice more before opening her mouth against Luna's cunt, muffled moans escaping.

Pansy's eyes roamed Ginny's tight thighs, the hand disappearing under her own skirt, her open mouth still panting and licking at Luna, up to stare at Ginny's closed eyes.

And then Weasley opened them, to stare hard at Pansy. With a jerk and a slight gasp, Pansy found herself coming hard, all the while staring into Ginny's fierce blue eyes. Ginny was smirking, her mouth slightly wet, and terribly red from all the action it had seen.

Pansy found it hard to do anything except stare in shock at what she had just witnessed. Shame washed over her as she realized that she had just masturbated to Ginny going down on Luna.

She wasted no time turning around, running back to her table to pack her things up hastily and return to the common room.

Later, as Pansy relived the moment in her mind, she thought to herself, 'I guess when it comes to women, the girls not quite as messy an eater as I thought.'