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Title: Alone in the Storm (Part 6)
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13 for this part
Warnings: None really
Challenge: Day 6: First Time, Stockings
Author's Notes: Parts 1-5 can be found through my author tag.
She arrived at the meeting place — a dark, unused room on the fifth floor — at 11 o’clock sharp, just as she had been instructed to do, dressed in the skimpiest negligee she owned under her robe. Bright red, the color of blood, as Pansy had also requested. Hermione found it fitting.
She raised her hand to knock, but then paused. If she did this, there was no going back.
But there was already no going back. She was too desperate, too angry.
She knocked, and prayed this wasn’t some kind of setup.
The door flew open, revealing Pansy, dressed in her Slytherin robes and white collared shirt and green stockings, looking more like she was ready for a study date than a sex date.
Hermione had to press her arms against her sides and dig her nails into her thighs to prevent herself from saying something snarky.
“So you did come,” Pansy said.
“I told you I would.”
So much for not being snarky.
“Well …” Pansy peered at her. “You do have to admit this is a bit out of character for a know-it-all, goody two shoes.”
“Are we going to do this or not?”
Hermione pushed her way past Pansy and into the room, then stopped. She’d thought it was an old classroom, but it looked more like an old love shack. A mattress covered in red satin sheets that matched her negligee lay on the ground. A few candles floated in the air.
She turned her head to the right and almost shrieked. Lying on a table were all sorts of things she hadn’t expected to see — blindfolds, handcuffs, strips of cloth, some sort of clamp thing she feared might be for her nipples.
She turned around. The terror must have been all over her face.
“What?” Pansy said, and shrugged. “I told you I could help. But you have to do what I say.”
Hermione peered back behind her at the table.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked carefully.
Pansy’s lips spread into a smirk. “Give you the best orgasm of your life,” she said. “Now get undressed and get ready.”
Title: Alone in the Storm (Part 6)
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13 for this part
Warnings: None really
Challenge: Day 6: First Time, Stockings
Author's Notes: Parts 1-5 can be found through my author tag.
She arrived at the meeting place — a dark, unused room on the fifth floor — at 11 o’clock sharp, just as she had been instructed to do, dressed in the skimpiest negligee she owned under her robe. Bright red, the color of blood, as Pansy had also requested. Hermione found it fitting.
She raised her hand to knock, but then paused. If she did this, there was no going back.
But there was already no going back. She was too desperate, too angry.
She knocked, and prayed this wasn’t some kind of setup.
The door flew open, revealing Pansy, dressed in her Slytherin robes and white collared shirt and green stockings, looking more like she was ready for a study date than a sex date.
Hermione had to press her arms against her sides and dig her nails into her thighs to prevent herself from saying something snarky.
“So you did come,” Pansy said.
“I told you I would.”
So much for not being snarky.
“Well …” Pansy peered at her. “You do have to admit this is a bit out of character for a know-it-all, goody two shoes.”
“Are we going to do this or not?”
Hermione pushed her way past Pansy and into the room, then stopped. She’d thought it was an old classroom, but it looked more like an old love shack. A mattress covered in red satin sheets that matched her negligee lay on the ground. A few candles floated in the air.
She turned her head to the right and almost shrieked. Lying on a table were all sorts of things she hadn’t expected to see — blindfolds, handcuffs, strips of cloth, some sort of clamp thing she feared might be for her nipples.
She turned around. The terror must have been all over her face.
“What?” Pansy said, and shrugged. “I told you I could help. But you have to do what I say.”
Hermione peered back behind her at the table.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked carefully.
Pansy’s lips spread into a smirk. “Give you the best orgasm of your life,” she said. “Now get undressed and get ready.”
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