Christmas / Fancy Vocabulary: (R- adult)
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enjoy. ♥
Word Count: (100)
Rating: R
Challenge: none
Characters: Hermione/Pansy
Title:
Hermione’s wrists, chafed to a merrily bright red beneath the delicate green wraps of a certain Slytherin school tie, reminded Pansy of Christmas. Pansy tugs at the pink buttoned sweater Hermione wears over her uniform.
“You’re not particularly fond of this…thing, are you, Granger?” she asks, fingers dancing over the buttons like a sadistic ballerina.
“Hate it,” Hermione moans. It was her favourite sweater.
Pansy tears at it, sending buttons flying in every which direction. She pounces on Hermione, and the Gryffindor’s moans are drowned in Pansy’s mouth.
“Happy Christmas, Mudblood,” Pansy whispers harshly.
“It’s May, Pansy.”
Pansy just laughs.
Word Count: (100)
Rating: R
Challenge: none
Characters: Hermione/Pansy
Title:
She sees her every day, trolling the hallways with Weasel and Pity-Me Potty. Pansy wants to know what she tastes like beneath all her cleverness and her fancy vocabulary. She knows Granger’s caught her staring; she knows because she caught Granger eyeballing her the same way during Herbology. She corners Hermione after class and neither of them says a word as Pansy shoves her against Greenhouse3. She presses her face to Granger’s neck, breathing hard as she fucks her savagely. Her breath condenses against Hermione’s skin and she licks it away her Hermione stutters. So much for her fancy vocabulary.
enjoy. ♥
Word Count: (100)
Rating: R
Challenge: none
Characters: Hermione/Pansy
Title:
Hermione’s wrists, chafed to a merrily bright red beneath the delicate green wraps of a certain Slytherin school tie, reminded Pansy of Christmas. Pansy tugs at the pink buttoned sweater Hermione wears over her uniform.
“You’re not particularly fond of this…thing, are you, Granger?” she asks, fingers dancing over the buttons like a sadistic ballerina.
“Hate it,” Hermione moans. It was her favourite sweater.
Pansy tears at it, sending buttons flying in every which direction. She pounces on Hermione, and the Gryffindor’s moans are drowned in Pansy’s mouth.
“Happy Christmas, Mudblood,” Pansy whispers harshly.
“It’s May, Pansy.”
Pansy just laughs.
Word Count: (100)
Rating: R
Challenge: none
Characters: Hermione/Pansy
Title:
She sees her every day, trolling the hallways with Weasel and Pity-Me Potty. Pansy wants to know what she tastes like beneath all her cleverness and her fancy vocabulary. She knows Granger’s caught her staring; she knows because she caught Granger eyeballing her the same way during Herbology. She corners Hermione after class and neither of them says a word as Pansy shoves her against Greenhouse3. She presses her face to Granger’s neck, breathing hard as she fucks her savagely. Her breath condenses against Hermione’s skin and she licks it away her Hermione stutters. So much for her fancy vocabulary.