The Eating Habits of Snakes
Title: The Eating Habits of Snakes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General
Length: 1566
Pairing: Hannah/Pansy
Summary: Hannah gets an unusual assignment from Professor Hagrid. One that leads her straight to Pansy Parkinson.
Note: Written for el_em_en_oh_pee. Happy birthday, love!
It was supposed to be an easy assignment. Write a twenty-five centimetre essay on the eating habits of snakes. At first it had been easy. She found information on muggle snakes, wizard snakes, Basilisks, and Runespoors. She was stuck on Ashwinders.
She had combed the library, searching through each book that dared mention the word Ashwinder, but not once did they mention what it ate.
She knew they were created when a magical fire went burning unchecked for too long. She knew they had glowing red eyes and left an ashy trail. She knew they looked for a place to lay eggs, which could burn down a house, but not a thing about them eating.
Although, she figured she was better off than Ernie, who was stuck doing a report on the body of snakes. What more could you say besides 'they are shaped like a round tube with markings over their skin'? Not much more. He was still at five centimetres. All she needed was that last sentence to put her over the requirement.
Sometimes, Professor Hagrid was a strange one, assigning impossible tasks like this. Sometimes, Hannah wished she'd signed up for Arithmancy instead, like Susan had begged her too.
"I got it!" Ernie popped his head up from a dusty book. "You can ask the Slytherins. They're snakes so they should know all about them." He dissolved into laughter.
Sometimes, Hannah wished she had more mature friends.
An hour and five fruitless books later, Hannah was desperate. So desperate that she jolted out of her drowse when a small group of Slytherins entered the library. Crabbe and Goyle were chortling loudly about something, flanked on either side of a self-satisfied Malfoy. Hannah wondered if Malfoy had said something to Potter and his friends. She rather liked Potter; he was a nice boy. Malfoy was nothing but a rotten snob.
But it was the person following behind them, annoyance in her stance, that caught Hannah's attention. Pansy Parkinson, the most spiteful girl in her year. Also one of the prettiest if her turned-up nose didn't bother. Hannah had heard the Hufflepuff boys talking about the most attractive girls in their school and Pansy had come up a few times. Not to mention, Malfoy was dating her (they had gone together to the Yule ball two years ago) and somehow Hannah didn't think Malfoy would date an ugly person.
Plus she thought there was some allure to Pansy. If one could get past her attitude.
Ernie had finally stopped laughing and was clutching his sides in gleeful pain. "My god, Hannah. You're not really going to ask them, are you?"
She stomped her foot and turned rapidly, sending her long pigtails around her head to slap her in the face.
He just laughed harder. She heard a distinctive thud as he slipped off the chair but refrained from looking. She should start hanging with Susan more often, except that Susan was always talking about boys and it rather bored her.
She had found out long ago that she wasn't attracted to boys and that girls, who were just as puzzling no matter what the other girls said, were much prettier. It was the reason her friendship with Ernie worked out so pleasantly. He fancied boys and she fancied girls. Though, he had been in denial about it for the longest time, even after she'd come out to him.
"I knew it," Ernie gasped, making Hannah take back her self-conscious thought on their friendship being so peaceful. "You're too scared to talk to a Slytherin."
Hannah sniffled, refusing to rise to the bait. He knew very well that she hated being called scared. Her cousins used to call her that all the time, and then she landed in Hufflepuff. Not that there was anything wrong with Hufflepuff; she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It was comfort, home.
However, she was not scared.
Summoning her courage, she stood straight and headed over the table of Slytherins. They were being loud and Madam Pince was already on them like a hawk, hissing to be quite or to get out of her library. Hannah hung back a bit, deliberately not giving Ernie a glance, and then stopped beside their table.
"Yes?" drawled Malfoy, eyebrow raised. He looked like something scathing was itching to burst free so she addressed Pansy.
Except, she didn't know what to say. It was stupid really. Why would a Slytherin know about the eating habits Ashwinders got up to? The fact their house mascot was a snake meant nothing.
"Well, you see," Hannah started without meaning to.
"A pathetic looking Hufflepuff, yes. Do continue," Malfoy scoffed.
"Erm, well, I have this essay due for Care of Magical Creatures -- do you take it?" She paused and looked at Pansy, who appeared rather taken aback at being addressed.
Pansy nodded, lips curled.
"Well, I have to write about the eating habits of snakes and " -- oddly enough, Pansy cracked a smile -- "I was wondering if you knew anything to help. I need information on Ashwinders," she finished weakly.
Pansy's grin turned wicked. For some reason the sight of her made Malfoy groan and drop his head on his crossed arms in a quite undignified manner. Then again, his arguments with Potter were undignified so he didn't act all that high class.
"I'm out of here," he muttered, grabbing his books and standing. He gave one exasperated look at Pansy before leaving, Crabbe and Goyle on his heels.
"What was that about?' Hannah asked, utterly perplexed.
Pansy kicked her chair back and propped her feet on the round table. "Never mind you," she said smoothly, voice like honey instead of the bee. "You say you need help on the eating habits of snakes?"
Hannah nodded, then flushed. She was almost positive that Pansy was checking her out. She sure was giving a thorough look-over at any rate.
"I could teach you all about a snakes' eating habits," Pansy smirked and Hannah had an intense feeling that they weren't talking about the animal anymore.
"Ashwinders," Hannah insisted, breath coming in short bursts.
Pansy waved her hand around, swirling the suddenly hot air. "Of course, of course." She looked around the library, probably noting Ernie and Madam Pince because she stood gracefully and nodded her head towards some shelves out of sight of either of them. "Back there are the books on it."
No section of books had gone unchecked by Hannah so she knew that the books on the Ministry were in that section but she was curious and between her legs was aching and all she could really do was follow.
"Snakes like to eat plenty of things" -- she blatantly glanced at Hannah's crotch -- "at any time. They don't particularly care where they eat it, as long they aren't interrupted."
Hannah nodded, enraptured.
Pansy moved forward, backing Hannah against the shelves. "I could give you a practical demonstration." And before Hannah could move her gobsmacked mouth, Pansy flipped her skirt up and thrust her knickers down so they fell around her feet.
She felt utterly exposed. And she was sure she'd never been so wet before.
A short nail traced a line up the inside of Hannah's thigh before ghosting over her cunt, causing her breath to hitch.
"I--"
"Shh," Pansy soothed and the soft sound of her voice shocked Hannah to silence. Then Pansy sunk to her knees, sending that wicked look up at her before burying her nose in Hannah's blond curls.
She yelped, hands hesitating over Pansy's short, dark hair before grabbing the edge of the shelf behind her. It felt so good, so much better than her hand. There were actual girl lips mouthing against her, tongue all over. Her stomach was plummeting in a sea of sensations.
Pansy's tongue was up in her, tasting and flicking, and Hannah had never had this done to her but it was obvious Pansy had done it before. That thought made Hannah moan deeply, stuffing three fingers in her mouth to stifle it.
The noise seemed to spur Pansy onward for she was thrusting her tongue in further and faster, setting a ruthless pace. After a few minutes of Hannah biting her lips, Pansy pressed a thumb against her clitoris, rubbing ever so softly.
She climaxed with Pansy's tongue up inside her. It was rather short and left her aching for another, as if she'd only climaxed half-way. But Pansy was sucking at her entrance, swallowing the liquid she found, and Hannah had to squeeze her eyes shut before she let out a really loud sound.
Pansy pulled away and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, smirking. She flicked her pink tongue over her lips, then leaned in and flicked it over Hannah's lips. Hannah's mouth parted instantly and Pansy's tongue slipped in. Hannah knew she was tasting herself but there was an undertone that she knew just had to be Pansy and her hands dropped from the bookshelf. Then Pansy moved back.
Hannah was left panting heavily against the bookshelf, knees barely keeping her up. She closed her eyes and let her head thwack against the wood between two books.
The unmistakable sound of fading footsteps entered Hannah's heady brain but Pansy's voice carried back. "Oh, and Ashwinders don't eat. After all, they only live for a few hours."
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General
Length: 1566
Pairing: Hannah/Pansy
Summary: Hannah gets an unusual assignment from Professor Hagrid. One that leads her straight to Pansy Parkinson.
Note: Written for el_em_en_oh_pee. Happy birthday, love!
It was supposed to be an easy assignment. Write a twenty-five centimetre essay on the eating habits of snakes. At first it had been easy. She found information on muggle snakes, wizard snakes, Basilisks, and Runespoors. She was stuck on Ashwinders.
She had combed the library, searching through each book that dared mention the word Ashwinder, but not once did they mention what it ate.
She knew they were created when a magical fire went burning unchecked for too long. She knew they had glowing red eyes and left an ashy trail. She knew they looked for a place to lay eggs, which could burn down a house, but not a thing about them eating.
Although, she figured she was better off than Ernie, who was stuck doing a report on the body of snakes. What more could you say besides 'they are shaped like a round tube with markings over their skin'? Not much more. He was still at five centimetres. All she needed was that last sentence to put her over the requirement.
Sometimes, Professor Hagrid was a strange one, assigning impossible tasks like this. Sometimes, Hannah wished she'd signed up for Arithmancy instead, like Susan had begged her too.
"I got it!" Ernie popped his head up from a dusty book. "You can ask the Slytherins. They're snakes so they should know all about them." He dissolved into laughter.
Sometimes, Hannah wished she had more mature friends.
An hour and five fruitless books later, Hannah was desperate. So desperate that she jolted out of her drowse when a small group of Slytherins entered the library. Crabbe and Goyle were chortling loudly about something, flanked on either side of a self-satisfied Malfoy. Hannah wondered if Malfoy had said something to Potter and his friends. She rather liked Potter; he was a nice boy. Malfoy was nothing but a rotten snob.
But it was the person following behind them, annoyance in her stance, that caught Hannah's attention. Pansy Parkinson, the most spiteful girl in her year. Also one of the prettiest if her turned-up nose didn't bother. Hannah had heard the Hufflepuff boys talking about the most attractive girls in their school and Pansy had come up a few times. Not to mention, Malfoy was dating her (they had gone together to the Yule ball two years ago) and somehow Hannah didn't think Malfoy would date an ugly person.
Plus she thought there was some allure to Pansy. If one could get past her attitude.
Ernie had finally stopped laughing and was clutching his sides in gleeful pain. "My god, Hannah. You're not really going to ask them, are you?"
She stomped her foot and turned rapidly, sending her long pigtails around her head to slap her in the face.
He just laughed harder. She heard a distinctive thud as he slipped off the chair but refrained from looking. She should start hanging with Susan more often, except that Susan was always talking about boys and it rather bored her.
She had found out long ago that she wasn't attracted to boys and that girls, who were just as puzzling no matter what the other girls said, were much prettier. It was the reason her friendship with Ernie worked out so pleasantly. He fancied boys and she fancied girls. Though, he had been in denial about it for the longest time, even after she'd come out to him.
"I knew it," Ernie gasped, making Hannah take back her self-conscious thought on their friendship being so peaceful. "You're too scared to talk to a Slytherin."
Hannah sniffled, refusing to rise to the bait. He knew very well that she hated being called scared. Her cousins used to call her that all the time, and then she landed in Hufflepuff. Not that there was anything wrong with Hufflepuff; she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It was comfort, home.
However, she was not scared.
Summoning her courage, she stood straight and headed over the table of Slytherins. They were being loud and Madam Pince was already on them like a hawk, hissing to be quite or to get out of her library. Hannah hung back a bit, deliberately not giving Ernie a glance, and then stopped beside their table.
"Yes?" drawled Malfoy, eyebrow raised. He looked like something scathing was itching to burst free so she addressed Pansy.
Except, she didn't know what to say. It was stupid really. Why would a Slytherin know about the eating habits Ashwinders got up to? The fact their house mascot was a snake meant nothing.
"Well, you see," Hannah started without meaning to.
"A pathetic looking Hufflepuff, yes. Do continue," Malfoy scoffed.
"Erm, well, I have this essay due for Care of Magical Creatures -- do you take it?" She paused and looked at Pansy, who appeared rather taken aback at being addressed.
Pansy nodded, lips curled.
"Well, I have to write about the eating habits of snakes and " -- oddly enough, Pansy cracked a smile -- "I was wondering if you knew anything to help. I need information on Ashwinders," she finished weakly.
Pansy's grin turned wicked. For some reason the sight of her made Malfoy groan and drop his head on his crossed arms in a quite undignified manner. Then again, his arguments with Potter were undignified so he didn't act all that high class.
"I'm out of here," he muttered, grabbing his books and standing. He gave one exasperated look at Pansy before leaving, Crabbe and Goyle on his heels.
"What was that about?' Hannah asked, utterly perplexed.
Pansy kicked her chair back and propped her feet on the round table. "Never mind you," she said smoothly, voice like honey instead of the bee. "You say you need help on the eating habits of snakes?"
Hannah nodded, then flushed. She was almost positive that Pansy was checking her out. She sure was giving a thorough look-over at any rate.
"I could teach you all about a snakes' eating habits," Pansy smirked and Hannah had an intense feeling that they weren't talking about the animal anymore.
"Ashwinders," Hannah insisted, breath coming in short bursts.
Pansy waved her hand around, swirling the suddenly hot air. "Of course, of course." She looked around the library, probably noting Ernie and Madam Pince because she stood gracefully and nodded her head towards some shelves out of sight of either of them. "Back there are the books on it."
No section of books had gone unchecked by Hannah so she knew that the books on the Ministry were in that section but she was curious and between her legs was aching and all she could really do was follow.
"Snakes like to eat plenty of things" -- she blatantly glanced at Hannah's crotch -- "at any time. They don't particularly care where they eat it, as long they aren't interrupted."
Hannah nodded, enraptured.
Pansy moved forward, backing Hannah against the shelves. "I could give you a practical demonstration." And before Hannah could move her gobsmacked mouth, Pansy flipped her skirt up and thrust her knickers down so they fell around her feet.
She felt utterly exposed. And she was sure she'd never been so wet before.
A short nail traced a line up the inside of Hannah's thigh before ghosting over her cunt, causing her breath to hitch.
"I--"
"Shh," Pansy soothed and the soft sound of her voice shocked Hannah to silence. Then Pansy sunk to her knees, sending that wicked look up at her before burying her nose in Hannah's blond curls.
She yelped, hands hesitating over Pansy's short, dark hair before grabbing the edge of the shelf behind her. It felt so good, so much better than her hand. There were actual girl lips mouthing against her, tongue all over. Her stomach was plummeting in a sea of sensations.
Pansy's tongue was up in her, tasting and flicking, and Hannah had never had this done to her but it was obvious Pansy had done it before. That thought made Hannah moan deeply, stuffing three fingers in her mouth to stifle it.
The noise seemed to spur Pansy onward for she was thrusting her tongue in further and faster, setting a ruthless pace. After a few minutes of Hannah biting her lips, Pansy pressed a thumb against her clitoris, rubbing ever so softly.
She climaxed with Pansy's tongue up inside her. It was rather short and left her aching for another, as if she'd only climaxed half-way. But Pansy was sucking at her entrance, swallowing the liquid she found, and Hannah had to squeeze her eyes shut before she let out a really loud sound.
Pansy pulled away and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, smirking. She flicked her pink tongue over her lips, then leaned in and flicked it over Hannah's lips. Hannah's mouth parted instantly and Pansy's tongue slipped in. Hannah knew she was tasting herself but there was an undertone that she knew just had to be Pansy and her hands dropped from the bookshelf. Then Pansy moved back.
Hannah was left panting heavily against the bookshelf, knees barely keeping her up. She closed her eyes and let her head thwack against the wood between two books.
The unmistakable sound of fading footsteps entered Hannah's heady brain but Pansy's voice carried back. "Oh, and Ashwinders don't eat. After all, they only live for a few hours."