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fembuckTitle: Absolute Gravity
Author: Janine
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Hermione and Pansy’s relationship continues to grow. Sequel to Darling Pansy and Beautiful Day.
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Part Two
A month later…
Hermione glanced at her watch as she pushed her mashed potatoes around on her plate restlessly, her eyes involuntarily drifting over to the Slytherin table to Pansy who was playing with her glass of pumpkin juice as Millicent and Daphne talked in her general direction. Someone didn’t know Pansy as well as she did wouldn’t have been able to see it, but Hermione could tell from the set of Pansy’s shoulders and her slightly narrowed eyes that the raven-haired girl was as anxious as she was to get out of the Great Hall and into the Room of Requirement where they could be alone. It’d been almost a week since the last time they managed to sneak off together and Hermione was aching for the raven-haired beauty.
Sighing, the brunette looked down at her watch again. There was still another five minutes before she could excuse herself from dinner without getting in trouble.
“Are you okay?” Ginny whispered having noticed Hermione’s agitation.
“What?” Hermione asked looking over at her red-haired friend. “Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” she continued smiling a little and shaking her head. “I’m just anxious to get to the library. I found this copy of Tri-Wizard Transfiguration Triumphs the other day, and I’m really excited to get back to it. There were all sorts of useful spells in there.”
Ginny chuckled lightly and shook her head. “The library, a book, I should have guessed.”
“Yeah, I know. Boring and predictable,” Hermione responded self-deprecatingly as she tried not to smile.
-
“A classroom,” Pansy commented questioningly as she came up behind Hermione, her hand resting gently on the small of the brunette’s back as she looked around the Room of Requirement curiously. “Don’t we spend enough time in classrooms during the day?”
“Not doing this we don’t,” Hermione replied turning around so that she was facing Pansy, a smile tugging at her lips before she pushed up onto her toes to kiss the other girl quickly. “Okay, sometimes we do,” she amended blushing a little remembering their interesting session in Divinations class, “but this time we can make noise.”
“Ah, yes, I can see how noisy sex in a classroom is so much different,” Pansy responded whining a little. “That’s really your fantasy?” the raven-haired girl continued sounding almost disappointed. She didn’t even see any pointers or meter sticks around. When it was her turn to pick what to turn the room into she’d had them in the Dumbledore’s office with all of Hogwarts previous headmasters watching them and cheering them on.
“Not exactly,” Hermione responded pulling away from Pansy and moving across the room. “The room is just the setting, it’s the role playing that’s the turn on,” she continued when she reached the desk, bending over to open a drawer before pulling an item out and showing it to Pansy.
“Oh, you dirty bitch,” Pansy declared smiling widely. “I get it,” she went on moving over towards Hermione and holding out her hand to accept the pointed black hat Hermione was holding. “Should I act like McGonagall or will any old cantankerous crone do?”
“McGonagall, only …” Hermione responded softly before trailing off, her face turning red as she did, her eyes drifting away from Pansy.
“Only what,” Pansy prodded softly reaching out for Hermione, her tone gentle in a way that Hermione only ever heard when they were alone together. “Tell me,” Pansy continued a second later, her fingers on Hermione’s chin nudging it up so that she could see her whole face again. “It’s okay. You know I’ll do it. You just have to tell me.”
Hermione breathed in deeply. Pansy was right of course, she knew that the other girl wouldn’t judge her or make fun of her. In the hallways and in class they were snippy with each other as they had been before, but not once had Pansy ever used anything that she had shared with her in their private time together against her. Although they had just fallen into whatever it was they were doing together, Pansy had become the keeper of her most private secrets and the raven-haired girl had kept them as securely as Gringotts guarded gold. If she couldn’t share her fantasy with Pansy after all they had done together then she couldn’t tell anyone.
“Act like McGonagall only meaner. Or I don’t know I guess firmer, you know?” Hermione said finally meeting Pansy’s eyes as she spoke.
The fantasy had first come to her when McGonagall took the piss out of her for skipping class the first time she and Pansy had gotten together. She’d been made to sit in a small chair in front of McGonagall’s desk while the woman paced around her looking down at her as she talked about how she expected better from her and was terribly disappointed. And Hermione felt ashamed, she did. But at the same time she had also felt a shiver of excitement run through her. Being chastised was turning her on, and as McGonagall began to talk about punishment all sorts of ideas popped into her head, all of which involved much more nudity and spanking than her actual punishment of writing lines and cleaning up the classroom for a week.
“Like if she actually followed through on that dangerous tone of voice,” Hermione continued huskily as she imagined the possibilities. “You know … if she treated me like a bad girl, instead of a wayward student,” she whispered her eyes holding Pansy’s. “Spank me.”
Pansy shivered. “Spank me,” Pansy was sure, was the most beautiful sentence in creation.
“Controlling, dangerous and sexually predatory,” Pansy breathed out now very impressed with the other girls fantasy and very excited. “I think I can handle that,” she went on smiling cheekily.
Hermione laughed and swatted the raven-haired girl on the arm, feeling lighter and relieved now that her fantasy was out in the open. She was sure that anyone else would have looked at her like she was insane for finding the idea of getting scolded by McGonagall and taken over her knee arousing, but she should have known that Pansy would understand. Pansy always seemed to understand what excited her, even more than she did sometimes.
“Detention!” Pansy barked in response to the playful smack, her voice authoritative and slightly raspy in a fair approximation of Prof. McGonagall’s.
“Seriously,” Pansy said in her own voice a moment later when Hermione simply laughed. “Detention!” she said again in her teacher voice. “I promise you’ll learn this lesson.”
-
Hermione shivered, her breasts swaying as she breathed in deeply. She was naked except for her panties and standing in front of the large couch Pansy was seated on.
“Not so feisty now are we, missy,” Pansy clucked smugly, her eyes roaming over Hermione’s body appraisingly. “No, you’re not so tough when … striped down to the essentials. You’re nothing but a shivering calf now. Aren’t you?”
Hermione shivered again in response, the chill in the room only partly responsible for the reaction.
“I must say Miss Granger, I’m really quite disappointed in you. But even so, I want you to know that what I’m about to do is for your own good, and will bring me no joy,” Pansy continued seriously, a sympathetic yet condescending look adorning her face. It was an impressive acting job considering that they both knew she would enjoy everything she was about to do quite a bit.
“Now, Miss Granger, I’m afraid it’s time for me to take you over my knee.”
Hermione bowed her head down and stepped forward closing the small distance between herself and Pansy, her body tingling with shame from the chastisement she was getting and with excitement from the punishment she was about to get, especially since she knew she really was a bad girl.
“Uh uh,” Pansy clucked again holding up her hand. “You’re being punished for some very serious infractions, young lady. You’re going to have to take those off,” Pansy said indicating Hermione’s panties.
“But Professor,” Hermione began her voice shaking a little as she spoke. Pansy was going to smack her bare ass.
“Do not make matters worse, Miss Granger. You brought this upon yourself. Now take those off and get over here,” Pansy interjected her voice brooking no argument.
Hermione bit her lip and then reached for her panties pulling them down and stepping out of them before crossing her arms over her front, the action not part of her school girl act. She actually did feel quite exposed standing completely nude in front of Pansy - who was still fully clothed - while in the full light of the Room of Requirement. It had always been muted to dark when they were together before and Pansy had always been naked as well. Now everything felt uneven, it felt as if Pansy had all the power in the room, and Hermione felt aroused.
It was extremely thrilling to her to not be in control of the situation.
Slowly Hermione crossed the last of the distance between herself and Pansy and placed her knees on the cushion beside the other girl before stretching herself out over the raven-haired girl’s lap, her stomach coming to a rest on Pansy’s thighs.
Pansy ran her hands over Hermione’s ass cheeks softly, leisurely exploring the gentle curves with her fingers. “Lovely,” she breathed out softly losing the character she was playing for a moment. She loved Hermione’s ass. She loved touching it and licking it and nipping at it. She loved just looking at it. She was a bit disappointed that Hermione hadn’t let her do anything else back there yet, but she consoled herself with the thought that it was only a matter of time before she wore the other girl down.
“Not much padding though,” Pansy continued slipping back into character, pinching Hermione lightly, making the brunette gasp. “This is probably going to sting.”
Hermione shifted on Pansy’s lap at the girl’s words. Pansy hadn’t even really touched her yet, but she was already wet.
“I want you to repeat everything that I say,” Pansy said firmly her hand simply resting on Hermione’s behind as she spoke. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, Professor,” Hermione breathed out meekly.
“Good,” Pansy said pleased. “It seems you’re already starting to learn your lesson. “Now,” she continued lifting her hand from Hermione’s ass and raising it above her head. “Repeat after me, ‘I will not try to revolutionize the system’,” Pansy declared bringing her hand down firmly on Hermione’s behind, the contact of her palm against Hermione’s flesh ringing out around the room.
Hermione gasped, her hips pressing down into the couch cushions as heat spread throughout her ass. “I will not try to revolutionize the system,” she exhaled roughly, her mind wandering to her S.P.E.W efforts. She wondered if Pansy really planned on spanking her for things she had actually done, the thought that she would be punished for her actual actions making her grind her hips into the couch with pleasure.
“Nobody appreciates a know-it-all,” Pansy stated bringing her hand down against Hermione again, her eyes fluttering closed as her palm made contact, exhaling noisily a moment later as Hermione gasped and squirmed against her again. She liked this fantasy.
Hermione repeated her words.
“I will not hide behind the Fifth Statute of the Education Act to torment my peers,” Pansy said smiling as she felt Hermione tense against her legs. She knew that the other girl was going to indignantly protest that statement and brought her hand down against Hermione’s ass just as the brunette was about to speak.
“I never,” Hermione breathed out indignantly, her body still thrilling from the smack Pansy had delivered.
“Do you want two smacks for each transgression?” Pansy asked archly in response lifting her hand again in warning. Hermione wanted firm so she would get firm. Backtalk would absolutely not be permitted, and if it meant reddening the girl’s ass some more, well, shaping the character of youth could never come at too high a cost. “This is the know-it-all attitude I was talking about before,” she continued grinning, knowing that Hermione couldn’t see her.
Hermione lowered her head again in pointed silence, shaking, both offended and turned on by not being able to defend herself. She was always so in control. She was the sensible one, the dependable one, the brains of the operation. She always had to be on top of things, organized, restrained, and for the most part that suited her because it was her natural instinct to be that way. But sometimes she longed to be out of control, and wild, sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be able to just go with the flow instead of trying to control it. She wanted to just give in and let go.
And now she was. And it felt so good. She felt so … free.
“I will not yell ‘Gryffindor’ at Quidditch matches just to get applause,” Pansy said wondering if Hermione would act up again, squeezing the brunette’s ass cheeks after her hand came down with desire, torn between wanting Hermione to act up so that she could discipline her some more and between wanting Hermione to give in to her and bend completely to her will.
“I will not yell "Gryffindor" at Quidditch matches just to get applause,” Hermione repeated softly, almost meekly, lying limp in Pansy’s lap, perfectly compliant.
Pansy took in a shuddering breath, Hermione’s acquiescence a powerful aphrodisiac. “I am not delightfully saucy.”
“I am not delightfully saucy,” Hermione repeated.
-
By the time Pansy got to the end of her long list, Hermione’s ass was almost numb, her thighs were slick, and her nipples were so hard that every time they brushed against the cushion of the couch it made her draw in a breath and shudder. She felt tingly, and peaceful, and as Pansy’s hand roved over her behind softly, soothing the burning pain, she felt loved and a great rush of affection for Pansy crashed through her making her almost breathless.
“Now, Miss Granger,” Pansy began still softly caressing Hermione’s behind as she spoke, her voice far huskier than it had been at the beginning of the spanking.
“Pansy,” Hermione whispered softly, pushing herself up from over Pansy’s lap.
“That’s Professor Parkinson to you, young lady,” Pansy began, her eyes dropping down to look at Hermione’s chest as the brunette kneeled beside her on the couch. Her nipples could have poked someone’s eyes out.
“No,” Hermione said reaching out for Pansy’s hand. “No more playing,” she continued when Pansy looked over at her questioningly. “I want you.”
Pansy stared at Hermione for a moment and then reached up and plucked the hat she had been wearing off of her head, tossing it to the side carelessly before she spread herself out next to Hermione on the couch.
Pansy leaned down, gently brushing her lips against Hermione’s as her hand moved to rest on the brunette’s stomach, lying there tenderly as Hermione turned her body towards her and they kissed.
They hadn’t kissed very much when they first started sleeping together, but gradually as they became more accustomed to the change in their relationship they began to more and more until they would kiss for minutes and minutes on end, lying beside each other, exploring each others mouth with their eyes closed and their hearts pounding.
Pansy had never really seen what the big deal about kissing was before, she had been good at it, but the boys she had kissed weren’t and it had been more trouble than it was worth. But she liked kissing Hermione. She liked it a lot. But mostly she liked that when they kissed, she knew that Hermione really liked her.
Hermione sighed softly against Pansy’s lips as the raven-haired girl’s hand trailed up her torso to cup her breast, massaging it gently as they continued to kiss. She loved how soft and gentle Pansy could be when she wanted to. When the other girl was rough and demanding and whispered and yelled dirty things at her she loved it too, but when Pansy held her gently and Hermione could feel the raven-haired girl’s affection pouring into her, it made her melt.
“I…” Hermione began, her hand lifting to cover the one Pansy had over her breast, pulling it away to hold it in her own. “I’m ready.”
“Ready?” Pansy asked questioningly. She already knew Hermione was wet. The evidence of it was all over her thigh. “What are you ready for?”
Hermione drew Pansy’s hand down between her legs, dropping one of her legs over the couch to give the other girl as much access to her as possible. “I want you to go inside,” Hermione breathed out softly, her eyes on Pansy, watching as realization dawned in her eyes. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she continued blinking rapidly, feeling tears welling within her eyes. “I was scared before, but I’m not now. I trust you,” she went on. “I … I want it to be you.”
Pansy’s fingers twitched against her inner lips as she stared down at Hermione, her lips parting as if she were going to speak but she simply continued to stare down at the brunette.
“I …” Pansy said softly few seconds later blinking rapidly before pausing and then nodding her head. “It’s going to hurt a little, I can’t help that,” she went on softly, her brows furrowing frustrated by the nature of female anatomy.
“I know,” Hermione said softly, knowing that the discomfort would only be momentary and that then it would start to feel much better. Pansy loved it when she made love to her with her fingers, and she loved being inside of the other girl. There was no feeling that compared to feeling Pansy wet and pulsing around her fingers, her inner muscles pulling and clenching at her when she reached orgasm trapping her fingers within. She wanted to feel Pansy inside of her, and she wanted Pansy to feel what she did.
Pansy leaned down and captured Hermione’s lips again, kissing her soundly, as her fingers began to move along Hermione’s sex in a familiar way, warming her up again, getting her excited before entering her. Hermione kissed her back forcefully, her hand lifting to Pansy’s face, her thumb stroking her cheek as they kissed.
Minutes later, Hermione tensed as she felt Pansy position a finger at her opening, her eyes closing as her breathing sped up.
“I don’t … if you don’t, Hermione,” Pansy said softly her voice catching as she placed a kiss on the brunette’s cheek and then on her lips, her finger moving away from Hermione’s opening.
Hermione reached down between her legs capturing Pansy’s wrist. “I do, I want you to,” she said quietly her eyes burning into Pansy’s, trying to show her that she meant it despite her bodies reaction. “Please, just do it.”
Pansy nodded and then leaned forward kissing her again, her lips eventually traveling away from Hermione’s down to her chin and then down her throat, leisurely exploring her skin as Hermione’s breath calmed slightly and her body relaxed.
“Ah!” Hermione gasped, her eyes shooting open and her hips jerking forward as Pansy suddenly pushed inside of her, her eyes squeezing shut a moment later, tears leaking out the sides of them as discomfort replaced her surprise. She took a deep breath and then released it, again and again until she began to feel a bit calmer.
When Hermione relaxed again, Pansy slowly began to move her finger out of the brunette and then pushed it back in gently, her eyes on Hermione’s face the whole time to see if she was causing her anymore discomfort, a small smile coming to her features when she saw Hermione’s eyes widen a little and her lips part.
“Feels okay?” Pansy asked as Hermione hips began to move.
“Yeah,” Hermione breathed out awed. “Really okay,” she added as Pansy’s rhythm became more regular, her fingers moving in and out more fluidly now that Hermione had adjusted to her finger. “Really, really okay,” she continued smiling before she gasped.
They were silent for long minutes after that, the only sound in the room Hermione’s soft pants and Pansy’s breathing as their bodies moved together. And then Hermione reached out, clutching at Pansy’s arm as she unexpectedly climaxed, her eyes closing as she whispered Pansy’s name again and again, her inner muscles trapping Pansy within her unwilling to let the raven-haired girl go after waiting so long to get her inside.
To be continued...
