Fic: Absolute Gravity (Hermione/Pansy, 3/6)

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Title: Absolute Gravity (Part 1, 2)
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 Three

Three weeks later…

Hermione touched the tip of her quill to her lip thoughtfully before she glanced down at the enchanted piece of paper in front of her. Normally she wouldn’t have even considered passing notes in Potions since it was, well, Potions and Snape passionately hated Gryffindor’s and watched them like a hawk so that he could take as many points away from the house possible when they so much as sneezed without permission. Not to mention the fact that since the desks were so small whoever was sitting beside you could see everything you wrote. But they’d had a quiz at the beginning of the period and were all in separate seats, Snape was busy marking their quizzes, and having finished her seat work early, Hermione was bored and in need of something to occupy her time.

Hermione looked down at the enchanted piece of paper she and Pansy had been secretly passing back and forth for the past twenty minutes and shook her head, smiling.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel mentally unbalanced, it can’t be normal to want to stare at someone so much,’ was neatly written at the top of the page in her handwriting.

‘There’s nothing unusual about that. I’m extremely good looking. You’d be unbalanced if you didn’t stare at me every chance you got. What’s really scary is how much you turn me on,’ was just below it in Pansy’s surprisingly girlish loopy handwriting.

The first time Hermione had seen Pansy write something, she’d had to bite down on her lip to stop from laughing. The loopy, whimsical script seemed completely out of character, but the more Hermione got to know the other girl, the more it seemed to somehow fit her, and the brunette now loved looking at her writing.

‘Really? How much do I turn you on?’ Hermione had written back.

She had been surprised by Pansy’s graphic descriptions of her bodily reactions at first, but she had always responded to the raven-haired girl’s words. As time had passed however, she was able to openly admit that listening to Pansy talk made her ridiculously hot, and on some of the rare occasions when Pansy decided to just ‘do’ instead of ‘describe and do’ she would actually encourage the raven-haired girl verbalize her thoughts.

‘Let’s just say, that I feel sorry for whoever has to sit in this seat after me,’ Pansy had written back.

Upon reading the response, Hermione had shifted in her chair, an image of Pansy’s womanhood, wet and open, begging to be touched and tasted popping into her head, and she found herself wishing desperately that she could have figured out someway to get over to Pansy’s desk and underneath it without getting caught.

‘That’s gross,’ she had written even as she indulged herself in thoughts of eating Pansy out in the middle of class. ‘You’re really that excited?’ she continued her real feelings showing through.

‘Well, yeah. You’ve been eye-shagging me all class, and wondering what dirty perverted things you were imagining doing to me, made me think about all sorts of dirty perverted things and presto, damp spot,’ Pansy had replied.

When Hermione got the note back after that she noticed a spot on the paper where the ink had smudged and pressed her finger to it to find that it was wet. Her eyes had widened at the viscous feel of the wetness and she had turned to look at Pansy, but found the other girl hunched over her textbook.

She lifted her finger to her nose after that and breathed in, her eyes closing as she was greeted by the scent of Pansy’s most private place, and when no one was looking she slipped the tip of her finger into her mouth, her eyes focused on Pansy’s back as she struggled not to moan at the taste of the raven-haired girl.

‘You’re such a romantic. What kind of dirty perverted things? The usual or …’ she had written back when she regained some of her senses.

She hadn’t been terribly excited when they started passing the note back and forth, but their exchanges and Pansy’s little gift to her were beginning to have a very strong effect on her and she was sure that between her legs was now a damp spot large enough to rival Pansy’s.

‘You slay me. You can’t refer to dirty, perverted things as ‘the usual’. If they’re ‘the usual’ they’re not dirty or perverted enough,’ was Pansy’s reply and Hermione could picture her teasingly pained look, she could practically see dark strands of hair falling in front of Pansy’s face as the raven-haired girl shook her head. ‘You’re going to make me get creative! So, let me ask you … have you ever seen the root of an Abyssinian shrivelfig?’

‘No. Why?’ she had asked.

She’d never see an Abyssinian shrivelfig root before, but she’d read a description of one, and the words ‘thick’ and ‘bulbous’ came to mind giving her a good idea what Pansy might want to do with the root, and it made her shiver.

‘You can’t tell on paper, but I’m smiling. Trust me, you’ll find out.”

Hermione might not have been able to see her when she wrote that response, but she could definitely imagine the smile that had been on the other girl’s lips and covered her face with her hand as her smile widened.

It was ridiculous how charming she found Pansy, even when she was being gross and threatening to penetrate her with strange objects.

The brunette shook her head trying to clear it. She had to come up with something good in response because she’d never hear the end of it if Pansy got the last word and Pansy’s unbearable smugness was only unbearably cute in small doses.

“Oy!” Ron yelled right beside Hermione’s ear startling her so badly she dropped her quill. “Class is over. I know you love school and everything but staying for a class twice in a row is bit much, eh.”

“Shut up,” Hermione muttered blushing slightly as she quickly shoved her books and the enchanted piece of paper she and Pansy had been writing on into her book bag. She’d wanted to erase it before the end of class, just in case, but she couldn’t do it with Ron standing over her without drawing his attention, and the last thing she needed was for him to see the note. “I just lost track of time,” she continued once everything was shoved into her bag. “Come on.”

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“I hate homework,” Ginny complained rolling onto her back and throwing her arm over her eyes. “It’s evil. It’s a blight! It’s a social ill!” she declared a few seconds after that, her arm shooting dramatically up into the air. “I don’t want to do this, I have a headache,” she went on whining a moment later all fire gone from her voice.

Hermione laughed at the melodramatic display and glanced over at Ginny’s work.

“You’re almost done, Gin,” Hermione chided lightly. “Listen, I’ve got my potions book in my bag, if you use some of the formulas from my year you’ll be able to figure yours out quicker. You’ll be done in fifteen minutes, tops,” Hermione continued motioning to her bag.

“This is why I love and hate to do homework with you,” Ginny grumbled crawling across the floor to Hermione’s bag. “You inspire me to do things properly and that takes so much more time and effort than getting frustrated and giving up. Then again, my marks have gone up, which is alright still.”

“Sometimes it’s tough to be you,” Hermione said smiling before looking back down at her own homework and yawning. It was actually getting pretty late, and she still had quite a bit to do. She’d fallen a little behind on her work in the past few weeks.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel mentally unbalanced, it can’t be normal to want to stare at someone so much,” Ginny read out loud after uncrumpling the very tantalizing looking piece of paper in Hermione’s bag that had caught her eye as she looked for the other girl’s potions book. “Ooh, juicy.”

Hermione looked up sharply and nearly cursed. The note, how could she have forgotten about the note?

“That’s gross. You’re really that excited?” Ginny continued reading out of sequence as she struggled to keep an eye on Hermione who was scrambling across the floor to where Ginny was sitting, the brunette’s hand reaching out to grab the note from the redhead. However, the youngest Weasely was too quick for her and managed to skitter just out of reach.

“Well, yeah. You’ve been eye-shagging me all class, and wondering what dirty perverted things you were imagining doing to me, made me think about all sorts of dirty perverted things and presto, damp spot,” Ginny continued to read looking over at Hermione with wide, amused eyes, her mouth opening with glee. “Hermione!” she squealed a moment later. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Hermione leapt for Ginny hoping to take advantage of the redhead’s momentary distraction and just managed to grasp the edge of the note and yank it out of Ginny’s hands before the other girl realized what was happening and looked down as she tried to tighten her hold on the paper.

“Who is it?” Ginny asked pressing on disappointed that she lost the note but having read enough to knowledgeably harass Hermione until she got some dirt. She couldn’t believe that Hermione was holding out on her like that though. They were supposed to be best girlfriends and Hermione was passing dirty love notes around with some boy and Ginny didn’t even know she had a crush on someone. “Come on, who is he?”

“Just drop it, Ginny,” Hermione muttered blushing as she quickly tapped her wand to the note and erased all traces of writing from it. There was a part of her that was dying to talk to someone about what had been going on between her and Pansy, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say anything. If it had been some boy it probably would have been easier, but Pansy was most certainly not a boy, and she was, well, Pansy. She was reasonably certain that Ginny wouldn’t care she was dating a girl, but Ginny would most certainly have had a few things to say about the fact that she was dating the female equivalent of Draco Malfoy, and she knew she couldn’t hand having to defend her feelings for Pansy while being completely mortified by what Ginny had just read.

“D-drop it?” Ginny asked incredulously. “Come on, you know I can’t do that. That note was … it was dirty,” she continued sounding scandalized and impressed. It was not physically possible for a teenaged girl to exercise discretion with a find like this. “I’m your best girlfriend you’re supposed to tell me about stuff like this. Is he cute?”

“Ginny,” Hermione said warningly looking over at the redhead before wearily pinching the bridge of her nose. “It’s nothing. It was just a … joke. Please, just drop it alright?” she finished looking over at her friend with a pleading expression.

“If it was just a joke, then why do I have to drop it?” Ginny asked wisely arching an eyebrow at Hermione. It was obvious that the brunette was desperately trying to hide something, and that only made Ginny more curious. If Hermione was so reluctant to tell her, it must have been a pretty interesting secret. “Now inquiring minds want to know: Is eye-shagging the only type of shagging that has been going on?”

“Ginny!” Hermione said sharply reaching for her bag and gathering her things up quickly. “Seriously, I don’t want to talk about it. Please, just let it go,” she went on as she shoved her homework and quill into her bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that Hermione got up and walked towards the stairs leading towards the dorm rooms cursing her forgetfulness and Ginny’s curiosity because she was certain that now that Ginny smelled blood in the water that the redhead would not let the subject go until she discovered the answers to her questions.

To be continued …

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