Gift for Cinnamon_Sins!
Title: Kiss or Curse
Author: melusinahp
Recipient: cinnamon_sins (formerly ginnyatheart)
Pairing(s): Ginny/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The group sat in a circle. In the middle was a wand. One player spun it. Whoever the wand ended up pointing at would then have to choose if they wanted to be kissed or cursed...
Warnings: mildly dubious-con
Author's Note: The prompt was: "I like a lot of kinks. I'll love anything with wall!sex. I also enjoy biting, dub-con, angry!sex, voyeurism, UST" Love and thanks to my betas, K., B. and C., who really helped me whip this into shape.
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Pansy didn't know what all the fuss was about. She'd kissed Draco; she'd kissed Blaise; she'd even kissed Draco's father. All the kisses had been fine, but she'd never felt dreamy or particularly excited by them. It was just lips on lips. What was the big deal? She felt resentful of other girls, who would giggle and whisper to each other and swoon over boys. Pansy felt left out.
She had a feeling that Draco felt the same way. They had kissed and kissed, but it had never led to anything more. It had been an exercise in frustration, and Pansy had been terrified that Draco would leave her because of it. She didn't love him, but she treasured her position as Slytherin Princess to his Slytherin Prince.
Like most Slytherin girls, Millicent had a special trick for getting her way. Her trick was to push and shove and refuse to give in until her quarry cracked. Pansy thought that Millicent's method was a bit coarse. She preferred to use her natural charm to get what she wanted, or, if that didn't work, humiliation and veiled threats.
Either way, Pansy generally got what she wanted -- unless she was up against Millicent. None of Pansy's tricks ever worked on Millicent. Millicent had the hide and determination of a rhino.
"We're going," Millicent said, her thick arms folded across her chest.
Pansy whined and shrank from her. "But I don't want to. There will be people I don't like there. That Weasley girl, and Hufflepuffs." Pansy shuddered.
"We're going," repeated Millicent. "I'm not spending another Saturday night cooped up in here listening to you whine about your missing boyfriend."
"Ooooh, Millicent! You can be so insensitive, sometimes. Draco and I were…"
Millicent held up her hand. "I'm warning you, Pansy. No "D" word. Not tonight. Not if you know what's good for you."
Pansy stuck out her lower lip. "Hmph!" Ginny Weasley. Pansy did not like Ginny Weasley. She was common and trashy, showing off on the Quidditch pitch like a boy, talking loudly in the Great Hall, swinging her hair around, swinging her hips as she walked down the corridor. Pansy felt positively hot every time she was near the girl. She did not like her at all.
However, Millicent wanted to go, so they went. Pansy felt that it was only kind. She knew Millicent had a… sort of weird crush on her. At least Pansy supposed she did, considering what had happened after the Yule Ball. Pansy had desperately and unsuccessfully tried to wipe the memory from her mind (Millicent's rough tongue and forceful fingers, her coarse blond hair and soft, small breasts…). Pansy shuddered at the memory. It made her tummy feel extremely strange.
They arrived at the Hufflepuff common room. There were so few students at Hogwarts these days that passwords were overlooked so the students could congregate as they wished. Pansy sniffed. The room was light and warm and full of squashy sofas and deep chairs. The people in the paintings on the walls seemed much more cheerful than the dour, smug faces sneering down from the walls of the Slytherin common room. Sweet little Hufflepuffs, Pansy thought. They seem so cheerful. They must not realise how inferior they are.
She surveyed the attendees, who were sitting in a circle on the floor - mousey little Abbott and that Bones girl, a young boy she thought might be called Owen, and a couple other Hufflies she didn't recognise. There was that snotty Ravenclaw pair - Corner and Goldstein. Pansy was relieved to see that the creepy Lovegood girl was absent. She nodded, without smiling, at Lavender and the Mudblood Thomas boy. It didn't pay to be rude in these situations, after all.
And, of course, there was Ginny Weasley. She looked up and met Pansy's eyes. Pansy felt the back of her neck grow warm. Why did Weasley have to be so challenging all the time? Why did she have to look at Pansy with such a hot expression, as if she hadn't come from a family of blood traitors, as if she was as good as Pansy. She was so gaudy with her creamy skin, angry eyes and attention-seeking hair. Really, who had hair that colour? It was so uncouth. Pansy smirked at her, and Ginny rolled her eyes in return.
Millicent pulled her into the circle and made her sit down. Pansy tucked her knees under her bottom. She hated sitting on the floor. It made it very difficult to maintain one's posture.
The game was called Kiss or Curse. It had been played at Hogwarts for centuries. The group sat in a circle. In the middle was a wand. One player spun it. Whoever the wand ended up pointing at would then have to choose if they wanted to be kissed or cursed by the spinner.
It turned out that Goldstein would rather be cursed than kissed by Millicent. He probably regretted his decision, though, as the fangs Millie hexed him with didn't look at all comfortable. Lavender was perfectly happy to give the Bones girl a snog. That was interesting. The game proceeded around the circle. Pansy grew increasingly nervous. The Abbott girl refused to kiss Michael Corner, and that made him very cross. Poor Hannah. She wasn't particularly pretty, and the antennae Corner hexed her with gave her the appearance of a pudgy beetle.
Finally, it was Ginny's turn, and she spun the wand.
Pansy crossed the fingers of her free hand, hoping… please don't let it be… She heard the wand settle and allowed herself to peek. But of course. Wasn't that just the way. The wand was pointing directly at her.
"Well, go on," said Millicent, with a leering smile.
Pansy felt her lips pinch together. She gave Millicent her haughtiest look and said, "Really, Millie, you are so tacky."
"Are you playing the game, or not?" asked Millicent.
Pansy looked at Ginny. She was sitting with her legs crossed; her eyes were wide and amused. There was no way that Pansy was going to allow the little blood traitor bitch to cast one of her Bat-Bogey hexes on her. She'd rather kiss a flobberworm than allow that to happen in front of all these people. She considered storming off. In the back of her mind, however, something small and lively was scuttling about in excitement. Her tummy felt uncomfortably tight and wriggly.
"Fine," she said. "Come on, Weasley. Pucker up."
Ginny shrugged, the corner of her mouth curving upwards. Pansy scooted over towards her on her knees, glaring into her eyes. Ginny just smiled. As Pansy leant towards her she felt something jolt through her body even before their lips made contact. When Ginny's silky mouth brushed against her own, a wave of fire rushed though her body. Her pussy tightened. Pansy pulled away sharply.
She wrinkled her nose at Ginny and returned to her place in the circle. Ginny still looked amused, but not nearly as amused as Millicent.
The evening proceeded, and Firewhisky was produced. Pansy found it foul tasting, but liked how floaty and daring it made her feel. She began to relax. This was actually kind of fun.
Dean Thomas spun the wand, and when it stopped it was pointing at Lavender. She smiled shyly and Dean proceeded to kiss her for so long that the group continued playing without them. Pansy dabbed at her forehead, which was perspiring. She sipped at her Firewhisky, beginning to enjoy the burning sensation as it slid down her throat. She was a bit dizzy, but in a nice way.
There was an amusing moment when Millicent's spin ended up pointing towards little Owen. The poor boy stared at Millie with an utterly petrified expression on his face and spluttered for almost an entire minute. Finally, after being elbowed rather sharply by one of his friends, he chose a kiss. Millicent gave him her biggest shark smile, crossed across the circle and snogged him rather more aggressively than necessary, in Pansy's opinion. Owen spent the rest of the evening shaking like a leaf.
Pansy was feeling quite merry, by this time. She was drinking her Firewhisky in gulps, now, licking the outside of the glass when she was careless and spilled a little down the side. The other students weren't as bad as she'd thought they'd be. She felt giggly, like a proper girl, and as if she could do anything she wanted to given the chance.
Then, Susan Bones spun the wand and it ended up pointing at Ginny. Rather suddenly, Pansy felt very cross. Susan grinned and leaned in towards Ginny, who was sitting next to her. Ginny laughed loudly as Susan kissed her and then responded. The two girls put on a little show, running their fingers through each other's hair and moaning dramatically. Goldstein and Corner began clapping. Even the Thomas boy and Lavender broke away from each other momentarily to watch.
Pansy fumed. Was there no depth to which the Weasley girl wouldn't sink? She watched the way Ginny's cheeks shone, the way she tilted her head and stroked Susan's neck. Pansy squirmed. She was sure she'd caught a glimpse of Ginny's pink tongue flickering into the other girl's mouth.
When they'd finished, and the boys had stopped hooting and cheering, Ginny stood up and swayed on her feet. "I'm so pissed," she said, trying to push her hair off her face. "I'd better go to bed." She turned and made as if to leave the room.
"I'll go with you," said Susan. "You look like you need a little supervision."
Pansy panicked. This wouldn't do at all. She stood and walked after Ginny, pushing Susan Bones out of her way as she went. She heard Millicent snickering, but ignored her. "Wait, Weasley, I'll go with you."
Ginny turned to look at her. "What? Why? No, you stay here."
"No. You're too drunk. You'll hurt yourself."
Ginny scowled and turned again. Pansy watched, feeling her face flush. Ginny tripped and leaned against the wall for support. Pansy quickly approached her.
Ginny's eyes were half open. "What do you want, Parkinson? I need to lie down."
Pansy felt electric. Her nerve endings were humming. She inhaled sharply and could smell Firewhisky thick on Ginny's breath. Her eyes passed over Ginny's red hair, her glaring eyes, the trickle of sweat at the base of her throat - the girl exuded heat.
Pansy leaned forwards and rested her hands on either side of Ginny's shoulders. She looked Ginny directly in the eyes. She knew everyone was watching them, but she didn't care.
Ginny met her gaze, her eyes steady and challenging. "What are you gonna do, Pansy? Kiss me or curse me?"
"Both, I think," said Pansy, licking her lips. Then she fell upon Ginny, pressing their mouths together. Ginny burst out of her drunken lethargy and squealed.
All conversation in the room stopped abruptly. Pansy could feel the rest of them watching as she kissed Ginny. Ginny was clumsily trying to push her away, but Pansy wouldn't budge. She pressed Ginny against the wall, tasting her lips, parting them with her tongue.
Ginny bit down on Pansy's lower lip, and Pansy jumped backwards, pulling herself free. Ginny glared at her, and Pansy narrowed her eyes and glared back. When Ginny shoved Pansy out of the way and ran from the room, Pansy quickly followed her into the entrance vestibule.
Once they were alone, Ginny spun to confront her. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you, Parkinson?" Her shoulders were heaving; her eyes burned into Pansy's.
"Maybe."
Ginny leaned back until she was resting against a wall. "I've seen the way you look at me. You're prissy little girl act doesn't fool everyone."
"It's not meant to."
Pansy saw Ginny's eyes change. The brown of her irises seemed to darken and her pupils dilated.
"Well?" Ginny breathed, "What are you waiting for?"
Pansy slid her hand up Ginny's jumper until she found one of her small, soft breasts. The suppleness of her breast in contrast with the hardness of her nipple gave Pansy a wild, urgent feeling. She squeezed. Ginny cried out and lifted one leg up to cradle Pansy's hips.
A tingling heat spread from her pussy through the rest of her body. She whined and ground her pubis against Ginny's. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted Ginny to touch her. Instead, she slid her hand up Ginny's leg until she could feel the edge of Ginny's knickers with her fingertips. She slipped them underneath the fabric and felt soft, damp hair. She inhaled sharply and heard Ginny do the same.
Abruptly, she pulled her hand away. Ginny's eyes flew open, but before she could protest, Pansy moved forwards again. She pressed her body tightly against Ginny's and hooked her chin over Ginny's shoulder. She snaked her right arm behind Ginny's back and thrust her left hand down the front of her skirt and knickers. She slid her fingers between Ginny's labia and pressed. Ginny shuddered.
Her pussy was slick and wet to Pansy's touch. Its folds and hollows were complex and mysterious. Unsure of what to do, she pressed against the parts of Ginny's anatomy that were particularly inflamed in her own body. The tip of her middle finger encountered a raised area. She rubbed it gently and Ginny cried out. Pansy did it again and Ginny began to make delicious little gasps and groans. Pansy slid her finger over the bump and downwards until it entered Ginny's pussy. Ginny wriggled against her. Pansy sank her teeth into Ginny's creamy looking neck. Ginny squirmed even more urgently.
Out of the corner of her eye, Pansy could see a shadow looming in the doorway. Millicent. Millicent was watching them. Pansy could almost feel her eyes on her body. She was being so naughty. Millie would probably tell. Her Daddy was going to be very cross. She'd probably get a spanking.
"Ahh, do that again," whispered Ginny. Pansy slid her finger up and down, over Ginny's clit, teasing the entrance to her pussy. "Put it in me again," Ginny gasped. Pansy slid two fingers inside of Ginny. She felt the girl clench around them. "God," Ginny whispered. Pansy began to slide her fingers in and out of Ginny, stroking her clit with her thumb at the same time.
Ginny's supporting leg began to tremble. Her knee bent and Pansy slowly lowered them both to the floor. Ginny stretched out on her back, her knees bent, her arms thrown backwards over her head. She writhed as Pansy fucked her with her hand, moaning loudly with each thrust of Pansy's thumb. Her neck was bent back and her spine was arched. Every muscle in her body seemed to be straining.
Pansy stared at Ginny's flushed, damp face and half-open, glazed eyes. Her own pussy was pulsing with need. She couldn't stand it any more.
Pansy placed her knees on either side of Ginny's right thigh and took purchase on Ginny's right shoulder with her free hand. She leant forwards and began to ride Ginny's leg, grinding her pussy against her through her damp knickers, moving her hips in time with the thrusting of her hand. She felt a fine perspiration break out over her skin. This was it. She felt the pleasure growing. The friction of her labia rubbing against Ginny's leg through fabric burned, but she didn't care. A hot, tickling pleasure rushed through her body with each frantic buck of her hips. She started moving faster, the need in her body growing. Ginny's gasps became moans and cries. Her stomach muscles undulated; her body moved against Pansy's hand.
Pansy heard herself talking; words flew from her lips of their own volition, "You're so dirty…look at you…you filthy little girl…so filthy. So! Ah! Filthy!" Her pussy fluttered violently and then seemed to explode -- Oh, God, it felt so good, so fucking good… She cried out, completely forgetting about her audience, listening as Ginny yelled and moaned.
It took several moments for her to come down from her cloud of pleasure. Eventually, she opened her eyes and saw Ginny panting on the floor beneath her, looking damp, spent and flushed. Pansy smirked and stood up, straightening her clothing and patting her hair. Millicent was still standing in the doorway, looking at her intensely, her eyes glittering, her mouth curved into a hard smile.
Pansy left the Weasley girl lying supine on the floor and reached for Millicent. They walked, hand in hand, until they got back to their dorm room. Pansy looked Millicent straight in the eye. Millicent smirked.
"That wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be," said Pansy, silkily.
"I could see that," responded Millicent.
"Did you have a good time? Did you like watching me with Ginny?"
"I did. I enjoyed it rather a lot, actually."
"What part did you like the most?"
"It's hard to say."
"Is it? Is it hard to say? Well, Millie, I suppose you'd better show me, then."
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Feedback! It beats being abducted and beaten with bowling pins in someone's basement!
Author: melusinahp
Recipient: cinnamon_sins (formerly ginnyatheart)
Pairing(s): Ginny/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The group sat in a circle. In the middle was a wand. One player spun it. Whoever the wand ended up pointing at would then have to choose if they wanted to be kissed or cursed...
Warnings: mildly dubious-con
Author's Note: The prompt was: "I like a lot of kinks. I'll love anything with wall!sex. I also enjoy biting, dub-con, angry!sex, voyeurism, UST" Love and thanks to my betas, K., B. and C., who really helped me whip this into shape.
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Pansy didn't know what all the fuss was about. She'd kissed Draco; she'd kissed Blaise; she'd even kissed Draco's father. All the kisses had been fine, but she'd never felt dreamy or particularly excited by them. It was just lips on lips. What was the big deal? She felt resentful of other girls, who would giggle and whisper to each other and swoon over boys. Pansy felt left out.
She had a feeling that Draco felt the same way. They had kissed and kissed, but it had never led to anything more. It had been an exercise in frustration, and Pansy had been terrified that Draco would leave her because of it. She didn't love him, but she treasured her position as Slytherin Princess to his Slytherin Prince.
Like most Slytherin girls, Millicent had a special trick for getting her way. Her trick was to push and shove and refuse to give in until her quarry cracked. Pansy thought that Millicent's method was a bit coarse. She preferred to use her natural charm to get what she wanted, or, if that didn't work, humiliation and veiled threats.
Either way, Pansy generally got what she wanted -- unless she was up against Millicent. None of Pansy's tricks ever worked on Millicent. Millicent had the hide and determination of a rhino.
"We're going," Millicent said, her thick arms folded across her chest.
Pansy whined and shrank from her. "But I don't want to. There will be people I don't like there. That Weasley girl, and Hufflepuffs." Pansy shuddered.
"We're going," repeated Millicent. "I'm not spending another Saturday night cooped up in here listening to you whine about your missing boyfriend."
"Ooooh, Millicent! You can be so insensitive, sometimes. Draco and I were…"
Millicent held up her hand. "I'm warning you, Pansy. No "D" word. Not tonight. Not if you know what's good for you."
Pansy stuck out her lower lip. "Hmph!" Ginny Weasley. Pansy did not like Ginny Weasley. She was common and trashy, showing off on the Quidditch pitch like a boy, talking loudly in the Great Hall, swinging her hair around, swinging her hips as she walked down the corridor. Pansy felt positively hot every time she was near the girl. She did not like her at all.
However, Millicent wanted to go, so they went. Pansy felt that it was only kind. She knew Millicent had a… sort of weird crush on her. At least Pansy supposed she did, considering what had happened after the Yule Ball. Pansy had desperately and unsuccessfully tried to wipe the memory from her mind (Millicent's rough tongue and forceful fingers, her coarse blond hair and soft, small breasts…). Pansy shuddered at the memory. It made her tummy feel extremely strange.
They arrived at the Hufflepuff common room. There were so few students at Hogwarts these days that passwords were overlooked so the students could congregate as they wished. Pansy sniffed. The room was light and warm and full of squashy sofas and deep chairs. The people in the paintings on the walls seemed much more cheerful than the dour, smug faces sneering down from the walls of the Slytherin common room. Sweet little Hufflepuffs, Pansy thought. They seem so cheerful. They must not realise how inferior they are.
She surveyed the attendees, who were sitting in a circle on the floor - mousey little Abbott and that Bones girl, a young boy she thought might be called Owen, and a couple other Hufflies she didn't recognise. There was that snotty Ravenclaw pair - Corner and Goldstein. Pansy was relieved to see that the creepy Lovegood girl was absent. She nodded, without smiling, at Lavender and the Mudblood Thomas boy. It didn't pay to be rude in these situations, after all.
And, of course, there was Ginny Weasley. She looked up and met Pansy's eyes. Pansy felt the back of her neck grow warm. Why did Weasley have to be so challenging all the time? Why did she have to look at Pansy with such a hot expression, as if she hadn't come from a family of blood traitors, as if she was as good as Pansy. She was so gaudy with her creamy skin, angry eyes and attention-seeking hair. Really, who had hair that colour? It was so uncouth. Pansy smirked at her, and Ginny rolled her eyes in return.
Millicent pulled her into the circle and made her sit down. Pansy tucked her knees under her bottom. She hated sitting on the floor. It made it very difficult to maintain one's posture.
The game was called Kiss or Curse. It had been played at Hogwarts for centuries. The group sat in a circle. In the middle was a wand. One player spun it. Whoever the wand ended up pointing at would then have to choose if they wanted to be kissed or cursed by the spinner.
It turned out that Goldstein would rather be cursed than kissed by Millicent. He probably regretted his decision, though, as the fangs Millie hexed him with didn't look at all comfortable. Lavender was perfectly happy to give the Bones girl a snog. That was interesting. The game proceeded around the circle. Pansy grew increasingly nervous. The Abbott girl refused to kiss Michael Corner, and that made him very cross. Poor Hannah. She wasn't particularly pretty, and the antennae Corner hexed her with gave her the appearance of a pudgy beetle.
Finally, it was Ginny's turn, and she spun the wand.
Pansy crossed the fingers of her free hand, hoping… please don't let it be… She heard the wand settle and allowed herself to peek. But of course. Wasn't that just the way. The wand was pointing directly at her.
"Well, go on," said Millicent, with a leering smile.
Pansy felt her lips pinch together. She gave Millicent her haughtiest look and said, "Really, Millie, you are so tacky."
"Are you playing the game, or not?" asked Millicent.
Pansy looked at Ginny. She was sitting with her legs crossed; her eyes were wide and amused. There was no way that Pansy was going to allow the little blood traitor bitch to cast one of her Bat-Bogey hexes on her. She'd rather kiss a flobberworm than allow that to happen in front of all these people. She considered storming off. In the back of her mind, however, something small and lively was scuttling about in excitement. Her tummy felt uncomfortably tight and wriggly.
"Fine," she said. "Come on, Weasley. Pucker up."
Ginny shrugged, the corner of her mouth curving upwards. Pansy scooted over towards her on her knees, glaring into her eyes. Ginny just smiled. As Pansy leant towards her she felt something jolt through her body even before their lips made contact. When Ginny's silky mouth brushed against her own, a wave of fire rushed though her body. Her pussy tightened. Pansy pulled away sharply.
She wrinkled her nose at Ginny and returned to her place in the circle. Ginny still looked amused, but not nearly as amused as Millicent.
The evening proceeded, and Firewhisky was produced. Pansy found it foul tasting, but liked how floaty and daring it made her feel. She began to relax. This was actually kind of fun.
Dean Thomas spun the wand, and when it stopped it was pointing at Lavender. She smiled shyly and Dean proceeded to kiss her for so long that the group continued playing without them. Pansy dabbed at her forehead, which was perspiring. She sipped at her Firewhisky, beginning to enjoy the burning sensation as it slid down her throat. She was a bit dizzy, but in a nice way.
There was an amusing moment when Millicent's spin ended up pointing towards little Owen. The poor boy stared at Millie with an utterly petrified expression on his face and spluttered for almost an entire minute. Finally, after being elbowed rather sharply by one of his friends, he chose a kiss. Millicent gave him her biggest shark smile, crossed across the circle and snogged him rather more aggressively than necessary, in Pansy's opinion. Owen spent the rest of the evening shaking like a leaf.
Pansy was feeling quite merry, by this time. She was drinking her Firewhisky in gulps, now, licking the outside of the glass when she was careless and spilled a little down the side. The other students weren't as bad as she'd thought they'd be. She felt giggly, like a proper girl, and as if she could do anything she wanted to given the chance.
Then, Susan Bones spun the wand and it ended up pointing at Ginny. Rather suddenly, Pansy felt very cross. Susan grinned and leaned in towards Ginny, who was sitting next to her. Ginny laughed loudly as Susan kissed her and then responded. The two girls put on a little show, running their fingers through each other's hair and moaning dramatically. Goldstein and Corner began clapping. Even the Thomas boy and Lavender broke away from each other momentarily to watch.
Pansy fumed. Was there no depth to which the Weasley girl wouldn't sink? She watched the way Ginny's cheeks shone, the way she tilted her head and stroked Susan's neck. Pansy squirmed. She was sure she'd caught a glimpse of Ginny's pink tongue flickering into the other girl's mouth.
When they'd finished, and the boys had stopped hooting and cheering, Ginny stood up and swayed on her feet. "I'm so pissed," she said, trying to push her hair off her face. "I'd better go to bed." She turned and made as if to leave the room.
"I'll go with you," said Susan. "You look like you need a little supervision."
Pansy panicked. This wouldn't do at all. She stood and walked after Ginny, pushing Susan Bones out of her way as she went. She heard Millicent snickering, but ignored her. "Wait, Weasley, I'll go with you."
Ginny turned to look at her. "What? Why? No, you stay here."
"No. You're too drunk. You'll hurt yourself."
Ginny scowled and turned again. Pansy watched, feeling her face flush. Ginny tripped and leaned against the wall for support. Pansy quickly approached her.
Ginny's eyes were half open. "What do you want, Parkinson? I need to lie down."
Pansy felt electric. Her nerve endings were humming. She inhaled sharply and could smell Firewhisky thick on Ginny's breath. Her eyes passed over Ginny's red hair, her glaring eyes, the trickle of sweat at the base of her throat - the girl exuded heat.
Pansy leaned forwards and rested her hands on either side of Ginny's shoulders. She looked Ginny directly in the eyes. She knew everyone was watching them, but she didn't care.
Ginny met her gaze, her eyes steady and challenging. "What are you gonna do, Pansy? Kiss me or curse me?"
"Both, I think," said Pansy, licking her lips. Then she fell upon Ginny, pressing their mouths together. Ginny burst out of her drunken lethargy and squealed.
All conversation in the room stopped abruptly. Pansy could feel the rest of them watching as she kissed Ginny. Ginny was clumsily trying to push her away, but Pansy wouldn't budge. She pressed Ginny against the wall, tasting her lips, parting them with her tongue.
Ginny bit down on Pansy's lower lip, and Pansy jumped backwards, pulling herself free. Ginny glared at her, and Pansy narrowed her eyes and glared back. When Ginny shoved Pansy out of the way and ran from the room, Pansy quickly followed her into the entrance vestibule.
Once they were alone, Ginny spun to confront her. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you, Parkinson?" Her shoulders were heaving; her eyes burned into Pansy's.
"Maybe."
Ginny leaned back until she was resting against a wall. "I've seen the way you look at me. You're prissy little girl act doesn't fool everyone."
"It's not meant to."
Pansy saw Ginny's eyes change. The brown of her irises seemed to darken and her pupils dilated.
"Well?" Ginny breathed, "What are you waiting for?"
Pansy slid her hand up Ginny's jumper until she found one of her small, soft breasts. The suppleness of her breast in contrast with the hardness of her nipple gave Pansy a wild, urgent feeling. She squeezed. Ginny cried out and lifted one leg up to cradle Pansy's hips.
A tingling heat spread from her pussy through the rest of her body. She whined and ground her pubis against Ginny's. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted Ginny to touch her. Instead, she slid her hand up Ginny's leg until she could feel the edge of Ginny's knickers with her fingertips. She slipped them underneath the fabric and felt soft, damp hair. She inhaled sharply and heard Ginny do the same.
Abruptly, she pulled her hand away. Ginny's eyes flew open, but before she could protest, Pansy moved forwards again. She pressed her body tightly against Ginny's and hooked her chin over Ginny's shoulder. She snaked her right arm behind Ginny's back and thrust her left hand down the front of her skirt and knickers. She slid her fingers between Ginny's labia and pressed. Ginny shuddered.
Her pussy was slick and wet to Pansy's touch. Its folds and hollows were complex and mysterious. Unsure of what to do, she pressed against the parts of Ginny's anatomy that were particularly inflamed in her own body. The tip of her middle finger encountered a raised area. She rubbed it gently and Ginny cried out. Pansy did it again and Ginny began to make delicious little gasps and groans. Pansy slid her finger over the bump and downwards until it entered Ginny's pussy. Ginny wriggled against her. Pansy sank her teeth into Ginny's creamy looking neck. Ginny squirmed even more urgently.
Out of the corner of her eye, Pansy could see a shadow looming in the doorway. Millicent. Millicent was watching them. Pansy could almost feel her eyes on her body. She was being so naughty. Millie would probably tell. Her Daddy was going to be very cross. She'd probably get a spanking.
"Ahh, do that again," whispered Ginny. Pansy slid her finger up and down, over Ginny's clit, teasing the entrance to her pussy. "Put it in me again," Ginny gasped. Pansy slid two fingers inside of Ginny. She felt the girl clench around them. "God," Ginny whispered. Pansy began to slide her fingers in and out of Ginny, stroking her clit with her thumb at the same time.
Ginny's supporting leg began to tremble. Her knee bent and Pansy slowly lowered them both to the floor. Ginny stretched out on her back, her knees bent, her arms thrown backwards over her head. She writhed as Pansy fucked her with her hand, moaning loudly with each thrust of Pansy's thumb. Her neck was bent back and her spine was arched. Every muscle in her body seemed to be straining.
Pansy stared at Ginny's flushed, damp face and half-open, glazed eyes. Her own pussy was pulsing with need. She couldn't stand it any more.
Pansy placed her knees on either side of Ginny's right thigh and took purchase on Ginny's right shoulder with her free hand. She leant forwards and began to ride Ginny's leg, grinding her pussy against her through her damp knickers, moving her hips in time with the thrusting of her hand. She felt a fine perspiration break out over her skin. This was it. She felt the pleasure growing. The friction of her labia rubbing against Ginny's leg through fabric burned, but she didn't care. A hot, tickling pleasure rushed through her body with each frantic buck of her hips. She started moving faster, the need in her body growing. Ginny's gasps became moans and cries. Her stomach muscles undulated; her body moved against Pansy's hand.
Pansy heard herself talking; words flew from her lips of their own volition, "You're so dirty…look at you…you filthy little girl…so filthy. So! Ah! Filthy!" Her pussy fluttered violently and then seemed to explode -- Oh, God, it felt so good, so fucking good… She cried out, completely forgetting about her audience, listening as Ginny yelled and moaned.
It took several moments for her to come down from her cloud of pleasure. Eventually, she opened her eyes and saw Ginny panting on the floor beneath her, looking damp, spent and flushed. Pansy smirked and stood up, straightening her clothing and patting her hair. Millicent was still standing in the doorway, looking at her intensely, her eyes glittering, her mouth curved into a hard smile.
Pansy left the Weasley girl lying supine on the floor and reached for Millicent. They walked, hand in hand, until they got back to their dorm room. Pansy looked Millicent straight in the eye. Millicent smirked.
"That wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be," said Pansy, silkily.
"I could see that," responded Millicent.
"Did you have a good time? Did you like watching me with Ginny?"
"I did. I enjoyed it rather a lot, actually."
"What part did you like the most?"
"It's hard to say."
"Is it? Is it hard to say? Well, Millie, I suppose you'd better show me, then."
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