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Hermione woke up feeling a breeze dance through her bedroom. It caressed her bare back as she lay on her stomach and made her curls brush against her skin. She let out a deep and contented sigh with her eyes still closed, savouring the feel of the sheets around her. Her naked body was still tired from last night, and a tiny smile made its way to her mouth.
There were parts of her that couldn't believe what she had done the previous night.
It had truly been a magnificent night. Nothing had turned out as she expected. Things had progressed naturally without any hesitation on Hermione’s part. She rarely hesitates about anything in her life.
After graduating from university, Hermione Granger decided it was time to see the rest of the world. Her parents supported her desire for a gap year before she returned to England and tried to decide what to do with her life. Hermione was fortunate enough to have parents with jobs that allowed her to do so. And supportive parents as well.
She had spent the last year travelling as far and wide as her legs would carry her. She had seen bustling cities with flickering lights that never turned off. She had felt the dewy grass underneath her feet in little towns far away from the hubbub of modern life.
Hermione had felt and tasted every corner of life she could get her hands on. This included men and women, as she discovered one rather drunken night in Andalucía. Ana had been fair-skinned and perhaps one of the best kissers Hermione had ever been fortunate enough to encounter.
Kissing had led to plenty more that night and Hermione had learned more about her body and Ana's body than she had ever thought possible. It was a new and strange knowledge she brought home with her. It wasn't something she boasted about to her parents when they helped her find a new flat in the city. Nor was it something she told her best friends when she met up with their large group of friends after settling back into England.
Harry and Ron were already well on their way to attributable careers and Hermione liked to keep this part of herself private. Until the right person would come along, of course. Not that Hermione was looking, she was perfectly content on her own for now as she tried to find her place in life.
While she had been away, the Patil sisters had taken it upon themselves to keep their group of friends together. And it had grown too in her absence.
Now, Hermione found herself among the likes of Theo Nott, Anthony Goldstein, Pansy Parkinson, Susan Bones and Cho Chang whenever her usual friends banded together. The Patil sisters had grown into the vivacious party hostesses and their get-togethers were never one to miss. Which Hermione hadn't done since she returned to England.
At every party Hermione found herself talking and laughing with different people as more of their year came to be a part of the wholesome group. Hermione discovered that Anthony was more than just his obsessive talk about sports. He was also a devoted son to his ailing mother. She learned that Cho could be horrible when pushed, but comforting when needed.
But Hermione learned the most about Pansy Parkinson.
It had started innocently. Conversations among her, Pansy, Padma and Susan about what all their plans would be now. Pansy had been adamant that she would work with retailing and fashion. When questioned further she launched into a detailed and carefully crafted plan of how her coming five years would work out for her without room for flaws.
Neither of them had accounted for the attraction to grow mutually between them.
One party had carried more alcohol than usual and suddenly Hermione found herself snogging Pansy Parkinson in a secluded room.
That was a month ago and since then, they had gone out for five dates, the latest of which took place last night. Up until last night they had only snogged and fondled each other.
But last night was different.
Hermione could still feel the lingering sensations between her legs after a night of thorough shagging. It had been evident that Pansy had been with more girls than Hermione, and she had let Pansy take the lead. This led to mutual pleasure several times over.
As if her thoughts of last night could be heard in the room, Hermione suddenly felt light fingers gently tracing up her back. She opened her eyes and found herself locking eyes with Pansy, who wore a broad smile.
"Morning," Hermione whispered and couldn't help the smile that spread on her lips too.
"Morning." Pansy echoed and leaned closer for a kiss. A kiss that scorched Hermione's lips with memories of last night. Hermione welcomed the taste of Pansy and deepened the kiss for long moments.
They were both gasping for air when Pansy pulled back, unable to contain a grin.
"Last night was-"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
They turned to sharing kisses mixed with affirmative sentiments that last night was not just a one-time thing. Kisses turned to more touching and a different heat rose among them. They reached a silent agreement that the fun they'd been having for the past month should turn into something more. Hermione welcomed this idea with another wide smile and a gentle nip to Pansy’s bottom lip to continue where they left off the night before. Pansy continued to tease Hermione with lingering kisses on every piece of bare skin she could find and she trailed her fingers in the same pattern afterwards.
Shifting the sheets around them, Pansy moved in nothing but her pale skin to sit between Hermione's legs while she remained flat on her stomach. Hermione luxuriated in the feel of Pansy's hands gently rubbing down her sides, skimming the sides of her breasts. Then, Hermione felt Pansy place her hands gently on the sides of her hips. One moment later, Hermione felt Pansy's mouth on the top of her spine in an open-mouthed kiss. Hermione inhaled deeply with each touch of Pansy's mouth as she kissed her way lower and lower. When she reached the bottom of Hermione's spine there was a brief moment when Hermione worried Pansy had chosen to stop entirely. But in the next moment, she felt Pansy's warm palms on her bum, squeezing each cheek softly.
"Mmm." Hermione moaned into her pillow and Pansy continued to knead her cheeks.
"Do you want more?" Pansy's voice was raspy from sleep and lust. Hermione could only nod into her pillow as she lifted her hips a fraction from the mattress towards Pansy. One hand was removed from her rear only to smooth its way between her legs. Pansy cupped Hermione and she keened into the touch.
"Oh, yes." She moaned as Pansy lightly applied pressure to her touch. She hadn't even moved her fingers or found Hermione's clit and Hermione was already writhing beneath her touch. Pansy hummed her laughing approval as she slowly spread her fingers and wriggled two between Hermione's folds.
"More, Pansy," Hermione begged. Pansy moved behind Hermione and was just about to oblige with two fingers into Hermione's slick heat when double knocks came from Hermione's window.
The sound was so foreign that both young women jolted from their positions. Pansy yanked her hands back and twisted in her seat to search for the source of the noise. Hermione bolted halfway upright and grasped a sheet to cover herself. It only took them one moment to realise that outside Hermione's window sat two beautiful white owls tapping their beaks on the closed window.
"What the fuck?" Pansy exclaimed as she walked naked to open the window. She had to duck quickly to avoid one of the birds flying inside; it would have knocked her on the head with its wing if she hadn't. The first bird gracefully landed in front of Hermione, offering its leg. Meanwhile, the other owl on the windowsill extended its leg toward Pansy.
Hermione's brow furrowed as she scrutinised the tiny scroll of paper attached to the owl's leg.
"Is that," she pointed at the scroll. "Is that for me?" The owl gave a small hoot and pushed its leg further towards her. Hermione took that as an affirmative and with slow movements began to untie the thing. Once it was free from the owl, it hooted again at a higher volume before it flew out the window.
"Take the scroll from its leg," Hermione told Pansy as she began to unfold her own. Pansy copied Hermione's movements and one moment later the other owl had hooted its goodbye. Pansy unfurled her scroll on her way back to bed. Hermione was momentarily distracted by Pansy's swaying hips before turning her attention back to the scroll in her hands.
"Does yours say-"
"Miss Pansy Parkinson, you are invited to the Gathering of the Yorkshire Coven on All Hallows Eve at midnight. Please dress in nothing but a black robe if you wish to attend. Enclosed are travel details to get to the desired destination." Pansy glared at her scroll for a moment.
"What the actual fuck?" Hermione noticed a furrow in Pansy's brows and sensed that there was more behind the inquisitive glare Pansy attempted to bore into the parchment.
"Mine says the same, only with my name, of course." Hermione held out her scroll and accidentally let her sheet drop in the motion. Pansy caught it and her eyes refocused on Hermione's breasts with a determined hunger again. Hermione smirked when she caught the interest. She rested her hands in Pansy's naked lap, their invitations touching. Then Hermione leaned in and kissed Pansy's shoulder.
"Worry about this later?" She asked into Pansy's skin before looking up at her.
As her reply, Pansy yanked the two pieces of paper out of their hands and deposited them on Hermione's bedside table. Then, she turned back to push Hermione into her mattress and for a long while that morning neither of them thought more of the invitations. Their passion and distraction were so intense that, at some point, Pansy's frenzied kick caused them to land on the floor between Hermione's nightstand and the wall.
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Weeks later, the couple were at another Patil party. Several of their friends had already gone home for the night but Hermione was extremely comfortable with Pansy's arm around her shoulders, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin, and a drink in hand. She would turn her head from time to time to steal a kiss from Pansy and the kisses grew longer and more and more lingering as the night wore on. At one point, Pansy's fingers moved inside Hermione's collar and started stroking up and down Hermione's upper breast. It was entirely too enticing and Hermione was moments away from yanking her girlfriend back to her flat when a conversation between Luna and Ginny caught her attention.
"Are you sure about this Luna?"
"Oh, quite sure. Mother has already sent out the assorted invitations for All Hallows Eve."
Pansy must have felt Hermione's attention shift because she started to kiss and lick up Hermione's neck. She closed her eyes briefly at the touch but wasn't distracted enough to keep listening to the conversation at hand.
"But why now, Luna?"
"Mother senses it is the right time. Besides, most of us have already graduated and are on the brink."
"The brink of what?"
"New beginnings." Luna's soft voice drifted to Hermione as she leaned forward.
"Hermione," Pansy's voice murmured, trying to pull her back in, but she put her hand on Pansy's thigh and inserted herself into the conversation.
"What are these invitations, Luna?" Pansy huffed a frustrated breath beside her, even as Hermione started stroking her fingers firmly on the inside of Pansy's thigh.
"To the Yorkshire Coven, of course." Luna’s voice was airy and unbothered as usual.
Hermione froze the same instant she felt Pansy's leg stop moving under her fingers.
"Did you not get your invitation, Hermione?" Luna asked and looked slightly concerned for a moment. Hermione could only stare at her girlfriend, whose fingers grabbed her hand tightly.
"Holy shit," Pansy muttered and scooted forward to pay closer attention to the conversation. "You mean that shit was real?"
"Pans…" Hermione tried to reach through to Pansy who always sought to use crass words when her temper was about to get the best of her.
"I don't know what holy shit you are referring to, but I can assure you, Pansy Parkinson, that the invitation you and Hermione received is most sincere," Luna spoke as calmly as ever and hardly appeared disturbed by Pansy's blatant stare directed at her.
"That's fucking insane." She spat and jumped from her seat, coincidentally pulling Hermione to her feet with her. Hermione stumbled as Pansy walked away, fuming and cursing under her breath. Hermione hurried to mutter a few apologies to her friends before she stormed off to find Pansy.
She found her in a dark room the Patil twins had dubbed their library. In reality, it had one bookshelf with a dozen books and was just their excuse to name the room something fancy. It served more as a guest room to many of their friends who got too drunk to get home safely after their parties. Thankfully, it was unoccupied save for Pansy, who paced from wall to wall.
"What the hell was that?" Hermione slammed the door behind her and turned on Pansy, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
"Sorry, Curls. I just… Ugh!" Pansy cursed some more before she slumped down on the fluffy bed in the middle of the room that had already been made up for whoever would pass out later that night. Hermione glanced at the door behind her, quickly turning the key for privacy before she took up a seat next to Pansy. She reached for her hand and was grateful to feel Pansy's fingers close tightly around her palm.
"You can tell me, Pans. Whatever it is." Hermione urged.
"It's nothing, really. I don't think it is." Pansy sighed and pulled Hermione closer to her side so she could lean her head on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione welcomed the weight of Pansy's head and wrapped her other arm around her waist.
"When I was a little girl, I heard my mother talk to some women about Covens. I didn't think more of it, but sometimes…." She sighed and nuzzled closer to Hermione. "Sometimes my mother would act too odd even for my taste. It's part of the reason why I don't have anything to do with my parents these days. That and the fact that I like tits more than anything else." They both grinned as Pansy's nuzzling began to move from Hermione's shoulder and further south.
"But what does that have to do with this invitation?" Hermione found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation when Pansy was nosing her way inside her neckline.
"Don't know. For a moment there," Pansy hummed into Hermione's collarbone and nudged her nose up her throat. "I was back screaming at my mother to act normal again. And not to embarrass me. I don't know, Hermione."
"Mmmm," Hermione couldn't answer any other way at the moment with the way Pansy licked and nipped up the side of her neck finally reaching her ear and the tender spot right behind it.
"We could just, oh yes," Hermione moaned when Pansy sucked her earlobe into her mouth and tugged it gently. "We could just not go." Hermione finally got out and Pansy stopped. It took everything in Hermione not to groan in frustration from this pause. She already felt damp and aching between her legs and she was positive Pansy was, too.
Pansy looked at her. There was something in her eyes that Hermione couldn't exactly pinpoint.
"But you want to go." It was more a statement than a question and Hermione couldn't even deny it.
Because yes, she really wanted to go. She was too curious to resist. In her head, she was already determined to journey to see what this Coven was all about. Even if it turned out to be complete and utter bonkers, at least she could then close the issue with that.
"I really do." Hermione wrinkled her nose in apology and Pansy hummed a small laugh. Then she leaned in and said against Hermione's mouth, "Then we'll go."
Hermione pushed forward to close the distance between them and wrapped her hands around the back of Pansy's head to deepen the kiss. They both moaned and gasped as their tongues danced for domination. After a moment or two, Hermione climbed to straddle Pansy. Pansy's hands rested on Hermione's waist as they pulled back with heavy breathing. She clasped her hands around Pansy's jawline and looked at her.
"You don't have to go. I can always go by myself." She offered before she started to undo the buttons on her blouse, exposing her black lace bra to Pansy. It wasn't that much of a surprise to Pansy as they had dressed together and arrived together at the party, but to Hermione, it was still sexy as hell to undress in front of Pansy like this. From the way Pansy's eyes lit up and her mouth twitched, she thought so, too. Pansy leaned in to place soft kisses on the tender skin of Hermione's breasts before careful lips traced the seam in Hermione's bra. Hermione felt the warm breath from Pansy across her nipple and she bit her lip. Pansy looked up at Hermione and with a wicked smile, she closed her mouth over Hermione pert nipple through the black lace. She wound her tongue around the sensitive bud for several strokes as her hands moved to cup Hermione's bum and pressed their cores closer together. Then she pulled back but held Hermione firm to her centre.
"I'm not letting you go by yourself. If these people are half as crazy as my mother, I'm coming."
In retaliation for being thought weak like this, Hermione pushed Pansy back on the mattress and locked her knees around Pansy's hips. She closed her hands around Pansy's wrists and held them above her head before using her teeth to yank open Pansy's shirt.
"I can take care of myself," she said, right before she gently bit around Pansy's nipple. It hadn't taken many touches for Hermione to discover that Pansy didn't mind the slightly harsher sides of touching. And Hermione had discovered that she didn't mind using her teeth for certain things.
"Fuck, yes, I-" Pansy gasped when Hermione bit down softly to pull more of Pansy's breast into her mouth. In response, Hermione felt her core being pushed tighter against Pansy's hips.
"I know you can, babe, but I still want to come."
"Oh, you're about to come." Hermione rose above Pansy and smiled wickedly.
"Shit, yes, so hard."
"Mmmm." Hermione agreed as she moved up to kiss Pansy languidly. She dipped her tongue into Pansy's mouth and went to map it for her own. Pansy opened and jerked her hips upwards with each motion of Hermione's tongue. When she pulled back, Pansy was flushed.
"Are you going to be quiet or are you going to scream my name for all our friends to hear?" Hermione slowly traced one hand down from Pansy's wrist, across her chest and heaving breasts only to rest it between Pansy's thighs to tap a light pattern on top of her already much too short skirt.
"Make me scream," Pansy urged.
Hermione slid down her girlfriend's body and made her do just that. Three times.
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The day before All Hallows Eve Hermione took the bus to Pansy's flat in the centre of London. She met her girlfriend with a packed suitcase and they joined hands to take the tube to Kings Cross. From here they got on a train that would take them north to Yorkshire. To both of their surprise, the train had been decorated in the spirit of Halloween with fake cobwebs interspersed throughout the cars. An overly enthusiastic train conductor came by to take their tickets and Hermione couldn't stop looking at the woman's spider earrings that ran down the side of her neck. She had also stuffed a miniature witch hat on her head instead of her usual conductor's cap.
"Festive," Pansy murmured in response to the cheery conductor. Pansy wasn't very fond of Halloween. She had said it was because of her past with her mother in particular and Hermione had been about to ask more questions at the time but Pansy had found a very clever way to shut Hermione up.
They spent the train ride lounging and reading with occasional snide remarks from Pansy about how she planned to utilise their expensive hotel room for the night.
Hermione had suggested they stay with friends of her family who lived an hour's drive from the location mentioned in the invitation. But Pansy had protested that if they were going to do this poppycock they might as well enjoy themselves while they were away. She had splurged on the extravagant hotel room for the two of them and hadn't even wanted to hear Hermione’s offer to pay for her part of the stay.
She sometimes forgot that Pansy came from “old money”, as she liked to call it. It wasn't something Pansy bragged about or even wanted to utilise in her life. On many accounts, she had severed several bonds with her estranged family a long time ago. The financial tether was one of the last things that kept her tied to her family.
On one of their first dates, she had told Hermione how she had tried to cut herself off from her family, but they kept sneaking into her life. Not even when Pansy had openly stated that she would never marry any bloke to carry on their family name had they denounced her, as she had secretly hoped. It had been a couple of tense years though, but the small connection to her family was still there. Pansy rarely spoke of them and Hermione figured it was pointless to ask unless Pansy wanted to tell her.
"I made sure to book a room with a very large bath." Pansy grinned from her seat across Hermione. Hermione raised her gaze from her book and grinned back.
"Did you now?"
Pansy nodded and bit her bottom lip before winking at Hermione. The two young women laughed at the shared memory of the last time Pansy had invited Hermione into her bath. Very little washing had taken place and Hermione had felt dirtier afterwards than she did before. She would happily repeat the experience in a heartbeat if Pansy as much as blinked in request.
Under the small table between them, Hermione suddenly felt Pansy's stockinged feet rise along the inside of her leg. Hermione toed off her shoes and reached with her left foot for Pansy's leg, too. It became a game then of who would tease the other one the most with the most playful of touches with their toes in places no other train travellers could see under their little table.
Towards the end of their journey, Hermione felt so flustered and aroused that she didn't complain one bit when Pansy suggested they freshen up in the loo before finding a taxi that would take them to their hotel.
Once Pansy had closed and locked the loo door behind her, they simultaneously reached for the other to share a most desperate and passionate kiss.
"Babe, please, I need you to touch me." Pansy moaned into Hermione's mouth as Hermione was struggling to push her hand into Pansy's knickers.
"We have to be quick," she urged as Pansy found her way into Hermione's knickers too.
"Then you have to be quiet, oh fuck, yes!" Pansy banged her head back against the door when Hermione found that particular spot.
They weren't quick nor was Hermione quiet.
The elderly woman waiting to use the loo after them turned beet red, and her eyes widened like saucers when she saw the two women emerge, both with flushed cheeks and matching love bites on their necks.
It was a much calmer and less stressed taxi ride to their hotel. Their hotel sat in the centre of York and looked to be several thousand years old. Only when they entered the lobby did it look much nicer and modern and it was decorated with several pumpkins. The receptionist welcomed them with a warm smile and handed over the key with instructions and a reminder of when breakfast would be served. It was a short trip in a very small lift after which they collapsed onto their bed.
Hermione reached for Pansy's hand and linked their fingers. Pansy squeezed back and for a long while they just lay there.
Hermione admitted to never having been in York before and after a little unpacking of their bags they decided to go for a walk through town. They would need to find a place to get dinner eventually, too.
Hermione dug out her boots and a jumper as the weather was already growing cold. She braided her hair and slung a small purse over her shoulder before turning to Pansy. Pansy wore boots as well along with a long and sleek trench coat in several shades of maroon. Around her neck, she had wrapped what appeared to be seven thick scarves that obscured half her face. Hermione giggled.
"What?" Pansy complained and tugged the scarf down a little to speak. "It's fucking cold outside. Just you wait." Hermione came over to tug the scarf down to kiss Pansy before they went outside. As it turned out, Pansy was right and it was freakishly cold.
Hermione briefly wondered at the insanity of the clothing request for the next evening but decided not to bring it up right now. Not when Pansy was in a good mood and smirked the way she did because she had been right and Hermione constantly tried to pull her coat tighter around her neck.
They strolled through town hand in hand looking at shops and ancient buildings, all of which had set out extra pumpkins in various sizes or found something that was meant to resemble witches. Occasionally, Hermione would drag Pansy inside a shop that caught her interest, and Pansy would follow with an eye roll and a smirk. But within each shop, they both found something of interest and Hermione felt truly happy just spending this time with her girlfriend. She could easily picture hundreds of days like this with Pansy. And from the way Pansy sometimes gazed back at her, she suspected Pansy thought the same.
When their arms were full and heavy from their 'small' shopping they set out to find a place to have dinner. After being turned down because several places were occupied – and much too Halloweeny for Pansy's taste, anyway – they wound up in a quaint little cafe that boasted of today's special. This turned out to be a large slice of Sheperd's Pie with a side of mash, peas and a very thick gravy that had been coloured orange in the festive spirit. Both girls dug in heartily and laughed when gravy dripped down their chins.
Hermione secretly thought that had they been alone, she would have leaned in to lick the tasty gravy off of Pansy's chin. And the way Pansy looked back at her suggested she might have been thinking along the same lines and wouldn’t have minded one bit.
With full bellies, they picked up a bottle of wine on their way back to the hotel where they fell on the bed without taking their coats off.
"I'm so full I don't think I can move anymore today." Pansy groaned and slowly lifted a hand to unbutton her coat. It fell around her form while Hermione looked at her out of the corner of her eyes.
"Huh." She said and looked towards the ceiling again.
"What?" Pansy started to shimmy on the bed to worm her way out of her coat. Hermione was jostled so much that she almost fell to the floor. She sat up and looked down at Pansy.
"I seem to remember a certain young woman boasting about all these wicked plans she had in stall for her girlfriend in this very expensive hotel room." Hermione slowly got to her feet and pushed her coat off of her shoulders. Pansy rose onto her elbows to look at Hermione.
There was a familiar gleam in her eyes that Hermione was very keen to see.
"You're right. Will you take off your clothes for me, babe?"
"All right. Since you're so exhausted to even move a single inch, I better do all the hard work." Pansy smiled, showing all her teeth.
The first thing Hermione removed was her boots. She tossed them and her coat to the side and then stood to face Pansy again. With slow and precise fingers, she undid one button on her blouse at a time. She glanced up at Pansy between each button and found her staring hungrily back at her. Hermione pushed the blouse from her shoulders and pulled her shoulders back to display the purple and sheer bra she wore. Pansy let out a tiny moan. In the meantime, Pansy had shimmied out of her coat and kicked her boots to the floor.
Then Hermione undid the button on her jeans and yanked down the zipper. Pulling her thumbs inside the waistband, she faced Pansy briefly.
"This way or do you want me to turn around?"
Pansy licked her lips and only hesitated for a moment.
"Turn around. But turn back once they're off. I want to see you."
Hermione nodded and turned her back to Pansy. Very slowly, she pulled her jeans from her bum and down her thighs. She heard the intake of breath from Pansy when her knickers were revealed. Matching purple and sheer as her bra. As she pushed her jeans further down, she had to bend forward to get them off her ankles. She knew this was the reason why Pansy wanted her to turn around, so she halted her movements to let Pansy enjoy the view for as long as possible. It sent tingling shivers down Hermione's spine.
As she straightened, she turned back to face Pansy. She had her hands around her breasts, palming and cupping them eagerly.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Hermione." Pansy must have found a hidden well of strength because just then she surged from her reclined position on the bed. She was on her knees on the bed when Hermione met her. This meant Hermione had to bend down a little to meet Pansy's eager lips.
They kissed for several long minutes, drawing out moans of deep pleasure for what they knew was about to come. Pansy's hands were so busy touching every inch of skin on Hermione that she couldn't bother to undress. So Hermione helped her. She snuck her fingers under the hem of Pansy's jumper before pulling it over her head. Underneath, Pansy wore a black and strapless bra. Once free of the jumper, Pansy leaned forward and began kissing down Hermione's skin.
Hermione dug her fingers into Pansy's dark hair and held her close as Pansy's mouth mapped its way to Hermione's breasts.
Behind her back, Hermione felt Pansy's fingers unhook the clasp and free her aching breasts. Hermione waited for Pansy to make her come alive. It only took a moment in which Pansy leaned back to appreciate the sight before her. Hermione was just about to urge Pansy to please touch her when Pansy closed her mouth over one breast.
Hermione gasped when Pansy sucked the pert bud into her mouth and ran her tongue around it in warm circles. She continued to do so for a long while, making Hermione ache all over. Then Pansy pulled back only to shift her attention to Hermione's other breast. It was given the same amount of warm and wet attention and Hermione moaned with each flick of Pansy's tongue.
Then, Pansy popped off Hermione's breast and looked up at her hungrily.
"We never did get dessert," she said with twinkling eyes and inserted her fingers in the elastic of Hermione's knickers. With agonisingly slowness, Pansy dragged Hermione's knickers down to the floor. Pansy kissed and licked across Hermione's abdomen and cupped her hands around her bum to hold her closer.
Hermione felt her arousal pooling between her legs and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
"Dessert is on me then." Hermione snickered as Pansy made a sound that was like a growl. She hauled Hermione over her by the hips. Hermione lost balance and caught herself with both hands on the bed before plummeting down on Pansy. Reaching up, she found the headboard to hold on to as Pansy adjusted her position and Hermione on top of her face.
The next moment, Pansy swiped her tongue through Hermione's folds and she couldn't hold back her whimpering moans any longer. If Hermione hadn't been with Pansy when they had dinner, she would have thought her girlfriend had starved all day long. She feasted on Hermione like someone deprived of nourishment and Hermione shuddered from head to toe.
It reached a point where Hermione felt overstimulated and began to pull back but Pansy only dug her fingers into Hermione's arse and pulled her closer. For fear of suffocating her girlfriend, Hermione did her utmost to bear her weight but with each onslaught of Pansy's mouth on her, it became increasingly difficult.
"Pansy, Pans!" Hermione chanted right before she broke and slammed her forehead on the headboard. Pansy laved Hermione through her world-altering orgasm before Hermione sat back on her haunches to look down at Pansy's smug and gleaming face between her thighs.
"That was just my appetizer, Curls, I'm nowhere near finished with my dessert." Pansy poked her fingers into Hermione's soft flesh for good measure. Hermione yelped from her nerves being over-sensitive.
"At least let me have some, too," she protested and moved to turn around. She yanked Pansy's leggings off and pressed a warm kiss to her black knickers before yanking them off too.
"Fuck yes, babe, take whatever you want." Pansy pulled on Hermione's hips to get her back to her mouth. Before Pansy's warm lips touched Hermione, she bent forward and pressed her lips to Pansy's wet folds. They moaned at the same time.
They started to use their tongues at the same time.
They saw a need to use their fingers at the same time.
They licked and flicked their tongues in swirling motions at the same time.
They pressed each other closer and closer at the same time.
When they each inserted two fingers and closed their lips tight around their clit, their hips bucked.
Pansy let her mouth off for a second to pant out her approval.
"Shit, you're so good at this, babe."
"You taste amazing, Pans." Hermione hummed back into Pansy's wet folds and dove back.
From there it took very little for each of them to make the other one scream in pleasure.
Pansy was relentless in her attention to Hermione and Hermione tried her best to keep up the pace. But after hours of lovemaking and a bit of shagging, the two of them collapsed with glistening bodies from sweat and desire still coursing through them. They wound their legs together and lay panting for a while, just catching their breath.
"Pans?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it too soon to say those three words?"
Pansy stiffened. Hermione knew they had only been a couple for less than two months. But this felt more right than anything else she had ever felt with anyone. The level of intimacy she had reached with Pansy in such a short time overshadowed anything she had ever shared with Ron. The level of pleasure they managed to pull from the other overpowered anything Hermione had experienced with anyone, male or female. There was something in the way she and Pansy fit together that just felt right.
Then Pansy wound her arms around Hermione and pulled her closer. She tilted her chin up to look at her.
"Hermione Granger?"
"Yeah?" There was a small smile around both their mouths.
"I fucking love you."
"That was four words."
"Semantics." Pansy pulled Hermione in for a wet and sensational kiss. The taste of themselves danced across their lips and sang into their souls. Hermione moulded her body to Pansy's, aligning their hips and chests to a near-perfect symmetry of one body.
"I love you too, Pansy Parkinson."
"That was four words as well." Pansy teased and licked her lips.
"Semantics." Hermione jibed back and dove in for another kiss.
They fell asleep, sated, loved and warm in the arms of the person they each loved most in the world.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
They woke late the next morning, oversleeping and missing breakfast altogether. Pansy would have been happy to stay in bed all morning but Hermione's stomach filed its very loud and very determined complaint about this. They got dressed and went in search of breakfast.
After nearly spitting out a pumpkin-spiced latte, Pansy stuck to her tea. She scowled briefly at Hermione for having even talked her into trying the foul thing.
"Pans, we don't have to go to this thing tonight if you don't want to?"
Pansy studied Hermione, pausing her tea before taking a sip. She set her cup down and interlaced her fingers with Hermione's.
"You're not going alone."
"But if you don't want to go, then-"
"Just shut up, Curls, we're going and that's final. As much as I hate it, I suppose I have to face this thing head-on at some point." Pansy sighed and hurried to snatch the last bit of pastry off of Hermione's plate.
"Hey!" Pansy laughed heartily when she hauled Hermione into her lap and kissed her afterwards. They both pretended to ignore the stares of the elderly women at a nearby table in the cafe.
"I really, really want to get out of this pumpkin-plastered place," Pansy said into Hermione's shoulder. She just nodded and wrapped the last Danish into a napkin to bring along.
They broke off bits of pastry to feed each other on the way back to the hotel. Once inside, they undressed each other and luxuriated in a very long and very pleasurable bath.
Much later in the afternoon, they stood in their hotel bathrobes by the end of the bed looking at the black robes laid out for them.
"Are we sure this is it?" Hermione asked, reaching for the invitation on a nearby coffee table. She read the invite once again to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She groaned and tossed it aside.
"No knickers," Pansy stated.
"No knickers" Hermione agreed and fidgeted on the spot. She never liked going without knickers. She felt too exposed. She had only done it one time and that was only because Pansy had pleaded and made it worth her while later that same night.
"I always prefer you without knickers anyway," Pansy chuckled and started to untie the bathrobe from around her waist. Hermione hugged hers a little tighter.
"What time did we have to leave again?"
Pansy looked towards the clock next to the bed.
"The taxi will be here in 30 minutes."
"Okay. How about this, we wear knickers but take them off once we get there. It's freezing outside." Pansy laughed but acquiesced Hermione to dig out a pair of knickers for the both of them. Then they donned stockings and a woolly jumper, also to be removed later before wrapping the black robes around them.
The taxi drove them 20 minutes outside of York and stopped by the side of a road that bordered a large forest.
"This be yer coordinates, lass." The old driver glanced outside in the gathering darkness. He rubbed his nose and then turned to look at them.
"Yer sure?"
Hermione and Pansy glanced outside and saw nothing but trees and darkness. It was Pansy who answered.
"Yes, we're sure. Thank you." She paid the driver and dragged Hermione outside.
Once the taxi had driven off, Hermione turned to look at the forest.
"Okay then." She found Pansy's hand and laced their fingers together before moving forward.
Several cold minutes later on their walk through the dense forest, they started hearing voices. It sounded like women chanting.
"Time to drop those knickers," Pansy teased and Hermione groaned. A few minutes later she was shivering in nothing but that black robe that billowed around her. Pansy straightened her back and reached for Hermione's hand again. She raised it to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.
"Love you, Curls."
"Love you, Pans."
They looked at each other and then started moving closer to the chanting.
It happened quite suddenly. One step Hermione was still shivering and the next a bubble of warmth enveloped her and she was warm and toasty again.
"What the-" Pansy mumbled beside her having felt the same thing.
"Oh, you made it."
From somewhere behind a tree in front of them, Luna stepped forward in a similar black robe, her hair flowing down her back in stark contrast.
"Luna?"
"Yes, Mother, it's Pansy and Hermione."
"Oh, how lovely. Bring them closer."
Hermione felt Pansy's hold on her hand tighten and Luna led them closer to a woman they assumed was Luna's mother. But it wasn't just Luna's mother. Several women were gathered in a large clearing. Trees surrounded them in a wide circle that appeared natural but also not so. Boulders were placed around the perimeter to indicate something. Hermione just couldn't figure out what. Torches were lit around the clearing as well but they were hardly needed beneath the full moon that could be seen above them. Pansy cursed.
"Of course, it's a fucking full moon tonight."
Hermione looked to the other women already gathered and instantly recognised Ginny and her mother in one corner. They were talking to another matriarch with long and pale hair and pointed features. The next person Hermione recognised was Hannah from several of her classes at university. And Susan. And Daphne. Half a dozen young women she recognised from having studied with for the past years. They all greeted Hermione and Pansy with quiet nods.
"I think we're all here now. Shall we begin?" Luna's mother called for attention and three of the older women moved to stand in what appeared to be a square. Each corner of the square was occupied by Luna's mother, Ginny's mother, the pointed blond woman and-
"Mother," Pansy said through clenched jaws. Pansy's mother locked eyes with her daughter for a brief moment and a sad smile graced her lips. She looked to be about to say something more when Luna's mother spoke again.
"Welcome old as new to our Coven." She held out her arms and Hermione felt a sudden need to divert her eyes from the opening of Luna's mother's robe. Clearly, no knickers were a definite for everyone. Luna's mother raised her face to the sky for a moment before facing the clearing again. She wore a serene smile and her eyes were warm and inviting. Hermione couldn't help but smile a little too. Pansy's face was neutral but her hold was strong on Hermione's hand.
"Before we begin, I must ask, I don't suppose any of you young ladies are still virgins?"
There was a chorus of disgruntled noises mixed with incredulous giggles and several flushed faces. Mrs Weasley glanced briefly at her daughter but said nothing of the way her daughter's face flamed scarlet.
"No matter, no matter. We will carry out the ritual with the usual then. Luna, dear?"
"Yes, mother?"
"Please fetch the jar in my bag."
While Luna did that, her mother beckoned for people to step closer. The four matriarchs urged every other woman to step closer until they were all shoulder to shoulder. Hermione counted a dozen aside from the four matriarchs.
When Luna handed her mother a large jar that contained something dark and liquid, Pansy jerked and nearly stepped back had it not been for Hermione holding her hand.
"Upon this moon cycle, we welcome every young woman to take what is theirs." Luna's mother spoke in a clear and decisive voice.
"For centuries, we have taken our place in the shadows to support others. But tonight we urge our new members of this coven to take back what is rightfully theirs." Then she shifted her shoulders and one side at a time let her black robe fall to the ground. Hermione's eyes widened as the woman was completely naked before her. When she tried to look away she saw some of the others try to do the same. Only to come face to face with three other naked women. The four matriarchs stood naked in each of their corners, their shoulders proudly upright and not an inkling of shame in their countenance.
"Oh god," Pansy muttered next to Hermione.
"Tonight, we hone your long-learned skills into what it was meant for. We help those here to be reborn and reclaim their true selves." Luna's mother removed the lid from her jar and dipped a finger inside. Without any questions or directions, Luna stepped forward to stand in front of her mother. Her mother smiled down at her and then Luna lowered her black robe too.
"Luna, daughter of the moon and the earth, are you ready to welcome your true self?" Her mother held out an outstretched finger, dripping with the dark liquid.
"Is that-" Hermione started to question when Luna spoke up.
"I am."
Her mother pressed her index finger to Luna's forehead and drew a symbol Hermione didn't recognise. She thought it looked like an ancient rune but couldn't be sure.
"Then I urge the powers of this earth to welcome you back in their arms." She drew another symbol on Luna's chest, right between her breasts, another on her lower abdomen as well as one on each thigh. Each symbol was different from the rest.
"Luna, daughter of the moon and the earth, close your eyes and reach for your inner self." As Luna closed her eyes, her mother pressed her dripping finger back to the symbol on her forehead to redraw it. Luna stiffened. Hermione gaped when all five symbols on Luna's body glowed dark red. Something changed about Luna. Her body relaxed more and her entire frame gained a new glow. Then she opened her eyes and Hermione gasped. They glowed eerily for two heartbeats and then it was gone.
Without another word, Luna lifted a hand and performed a gesture Hermione was intimately familiar with from their joined dance classes at university.
An orb of flames erupted in the palm of Luna's hand and a smile spread across her face.
"Welcome to the Coven, Luna." Her mother said solemnly and bowed her head slightly. Luna closed her hand into a fist and the flaming orb vanished.
"What the actual fuck?!" Pansy spat next to Hermione and dropped her hand. She stepped forward blatantly not caring about the naked women trying to stop her. But Pansy stomped over to her mother and stared up at her. Hermione shifted on the spot, not sure what to do in this situation. Pansy glared at her mother and Hermione was certain she was about to yell at her when her mother began to speak.
"I tried to tell you, Pansy. From when you were a little girl."
"All that weird shit, it was all real."
"It was. And now it's time for you to claim your inner self."
"Fucking shit." Pansy cursed and recoiled from her mother.
"Pansy!" Her mother tried to grab her, but Pansy stepped out from her grasp.
"Perhaps now would be the opportune moment to explain our Coven's history." The pale-haired woman spoke from the other corner.
"Damn right, you need to explain some things." Pansy barked and spun on the other women. No one showed the slightest intimidation for her behaviour.
It was Luna's mother who took the word again.
"The Yorkshire Coven has existed for many generations. Along with many other Covens around the country. It is our joy and burden in life to channel our earthly powers and help those around us. Our gifts are passed down from mothers to daughters when the time is right."
"Gifts? As in magic?" One of the dark-skinned girls asked. It was an older girl Hermione had spoken very little to during her studies.
"In a way. It is not the entirety of its essence. But if it helps you understand and claim your inner self we may call it magic."
"And it's just women who have this?"
"Yes."
"So men don't have any magic?"
"They do not."
"Why not?" Ginny joined in the conversation glancing between her mother and Luna's mother.
"Men would be far too power-hungry within their veins." Luna's mother stated without any twitch to delude the truth.
An eerie silence fell around the clearing at this. Hermione saw Pansy's mother try to reach for her daughter, but she stepped away. After a shake of her head, she came to stand beside Hermione again.
"I have wanted to include you in this since you were a little girl, Pansy. But you steadfastly rejected me whenever I tried and I wanted to respect your choice. Now I'm giving you a choice again." Pansy’s mother tucked her dark hair behind her ears and replaced Luna's mother in the centre of the clearing, taking the jar of dark liquid from her in exchange.
"Pansy, daughter of the moon and the earth, are you ready to welcome your true self?" Her mother dipped a finger in the jar of dark liquid and waited for Pansy to decide. Hermione observed as Pansy closely examined Luna. She also paid close attention and noticed that Luna appeared unchanged from before - not counting her nakedness and the dark symbols on her body. She tilted her head as Pansy looked at her and smiled.
"It tickles a bit." That was all Luna said and Pansy scoffed a laugh. She shook her head and muttered something Hermione couldn't hear. Then she ran a hand through her short hair and pushed the robe from her shoulders.
Hermione bit her lip at the sight of her naked girlfriend. Pansy must've felt her eyes on her because she smirked in Hermione's direction before she faced her mother.
"I am."
Pansy's mother repeated the same motions and drew the same symbols on Pansy's body. Pansy didn't move a muscle.
"Then I urge the powers of this earth to welcome you back in their arms." Before redrawing the symbol on Pansy's forehead, her mother hovered her hand in front of Pansy's face.
"Pansy, daughter of the moon and the earth, close your eyes and reach for your inner self."
Pansy closed her eyes and Hermione saw the same thing happen to Pansy that had happened to Luna only moments ago. The symbols glowed and when Pansy opened her eyes they were alight with more than her usual mischief. Her mother inclined her head and Pansy repeated the gesture and Hermione watched an orbed flame appear in Pansy's hand. Pansy smirked.
"Welcome to our Coven." Her mother said and Pansy closed her fist and nodded in recognition before turning her back on her mother. She strode directly for Hermione and before either of them said a thing, Pansy crushed her mouth to Hermione's.
The kiss was electrifying and sent shockwaves through Hermione like she had never felt before. She had no time to react and let Pansy steer the kiss the way she wanted. Pansy pressed her mouth with crushing force to Hermione and slipped in her tongue to taste her. Hermione moaned and didn't even think about all the other women around them. Pansy's hands were in Hermione's curls and on her jaw holding her close. Just when Hermione was about to reach for Pansy, she broke the kiss.
Resting her forehead against Hermione's, they both panted, sharing the same breath.
"Curls, I'm sorry. I feel-"
"Are you all right?" Hermione worried, and it made Pansy tinkle out a laugh.
"I've never felt better. I feel more alive. It's hard to explain. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. But I-"
"I want to." Hermione urged and claimed Pansy's lips briefly again. Then she stepped out from Pansy's hold, letting her robe hang from Pansy's hands as she took the place Pansy had occupied before.
Hermione knew how to smirk, too and Pansy only grinned back.
It was Mrs Weasley who awaited Hermione.
"Hermione, daughter of the moon and the earth, are you ready to welcome your true self?" Mrs Weasley smiled warmly.
"I am," Hermione said in a firm and clear voice. She held her shoulders back and her chin up as Mrs. Weasley drew the symbols on her bare skin. Hermione watched and smelt that it was blood - she hoped it was animal's blood - used to draw the runes she now recognised as such.
"Then I urge the powers of this earth to welcome you back in their arms." Mrs Weasley straightened and let her hand hover before Hermione's forehead. Hermione inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
"Hermione, daughter of the moon and the earth, close your eyes and reach for your inner self." Mrs Weasley redrew the symbol on her forehead and Hermione felt like she was bathed in fire. As quickly as it happened, as soon it stopped. She gasped and opened her eyes to see Mrs Weasley smile at her. Hermione felt like her skin was on fire with heat like never before. She felt like something inside her had awakened and was aware of everything around her.
"Welcome to our Coven." Mrs Weasley said, and Hermione's muscle memory dug for the hand gesture and wasn't surprised but amazed to watch an orb of fire erupt in the palm of her hand. She watched it, mesmerized, for a moment before closing her fist. Then she strode back to Pansy and delivered a kiss just as fiery as Pansy had before. They lost themselves to each other for a moment before voices around them brought them back. They slotted themselves to each other, needing to touch the other while the rest of the young women were welcomed into the Yorkshire Coven.
Ginny was next and she radiated with her flaming hair as her mother awakened her inner powers. One by one, every young woman dropped her black robe and took her place in the centre of the clearing to join the Coven. Hermione felt Pansy's hand drop to her arse at some point and draw sinful circles that had Hermione shift her thighs.
When the last woman closed her fist and killed the flames in her hand, Luna's mother stepped forward again.
"As we welcome new members of the Yorkshire Coven we must state specific things to remember." She clasped her hands in front of her stomach and glanced at everyone around the clearing. Her fair hair fell around her shoulders covering the tops of her breasts.
"Through your time at university, you will have been taught things that may seem ordinary but are not. You have already witnessed the use of certain gestures from your movement lessons. Others will find their way to you naturally. However, proceed with caution. With great powers comes great responsibilities."
Pansy snorted and Luna's mother turned her attention to them. Pansy raised an eyebrow.
"We've all seen Spiderman."
"Indeed. And who do you suppose created the inspiration for that particular phrase?" Luna's mother smirked and raised a single brow. Beside her, Pansy gaped and Hermione giggled.
"With time, you will learn all there is to know about your inner self. As your Matrons, we are happy to help and assist in any way we can." The four Matriarchs stepped forward and bowed their heads. Pansy briefly looked at her mother but then placed her chin on Hermione's shoulder.
"In the coming days, you will experience potential sensory overloads. This is your inner self waking up. Take caution and do not overexert yourselves. Drink plenty of fluids and rest your body. It is going through a change that you will feel for the rest of your life." She bowed her head another time and stepped back to reclaim her robe. The other matriarchs did the same and the rest of the women followed suit. Pansy draped Hermione's robe on her shoulders before donning her own. They linked hands and went in search of the rest of their clothes. But before they left the clearing, Pansy's mother spoke up.
"Pansy, darling, if you need anything-"
"I know where to find you." She hesitated but then looked back at her mother. "Mother."
Hermione saw the older woman's shoulder sag in relief and a smile briefly overtook her face. For a moment, Hermione saw the familiarity between the two women. Then Pansy tugged on Hermione's hand and after a couple of steps, the night cold air enveloped them again.
"Knickers back on." Hermione's teeth clattered as she donned her freezing clothes which were also slightly damp from lying on the ground for so long.
"For now." Pansy snickered. Hermione giggled. She rubbed her hands along her cold arms when a thought occurred to her.
"Do you think-" She trailed off and raised a hand. Pansy watched as Hermione slowly wriggled her fingers. To her utmost surprise, she felt a warmth spread down her arm and along the rest of her body.
"Oh." She breathed when her body was cocooned in an otherworldly heat.
"Show me." Pansy urged and Hermione helped her shape her fingers.
In no time at all they made their way back to the hotel, pausing in the lobby to extend their stay for a couple more days.
Once in their room, Hermione wanted to talk about everything that had happened that night but Pansy had other plans in mind that Hermione had no complaints about.
"You really didn't know?" She asked as Pansy kissed up her inner arm and then her collarbone.
"No. Just thought Mum was bonkers. Still think that to be honest." Pansy laughed into Hermione's skin as she pushed the black robe from her shoulders. Hermione opened her mouth to ask another question but was cut off with another brutal kiss.
"Less talking, more shagging." Pansy stated. Hermione nodded and pushed Pansy's robes from her shoulders too. Their hands roamed and lit paths of fire along their newly sensitive skin.
It was unlike anything Hermione had ever felt. Intimacy with Pansy had always been fiery but this? This was otherworldly. Hermione gasped with each new touch and friction Pansy created between their bodies.
Pansy pushed Hermione onto the bed and in the drop, Hermione flung out her hands in the fall and to both of their surprise, something in the movement made a vase explode.
"Oh shit." Pansy laughed and threw herself halfway on top of Hermione. She ducked her face into Hermione's abdomen. A moment passed and Pansy raised her head.
They shared a laugh and then Pansy started to pepper kisses all over Hermione again. When she reached the dried blood on Hermione's abdomen, Pansy stilled and tilted her head.
"I've seen these runes before but I cannot remember what they're for."
"Tomorrow, Pans." Hermione panted and pushed gently on Pansy's shoulders.
"Bossy."
"You love it."
"That I do." Pansy pressed her hands into Hermione's thighs and Hermione was certain there would be burn marks in the shape of Pansy's palms in the morning. But at the moment she didn't care. She let go of Pansy's hair to play with her nipples as Pansy teased her fingers through Hermione's folds.
"Oh, god!" Hermione breathed and her hands dropped from her chest to grapple in the sheets when Pansy put her mouth on her. It was a liquid fire that burned between Hermione's legs. Pansy lit a path from Hermione's entrance to her clit. She moved so slowly that Hermione nearly came from this alone. She was so sensitive it was nearly too much.
"Babe, relax." Pansy hushed and held her thighs in place when Hermione began to tremble. Pansy dipped her head again to circle Hermione's clit and Hermione had to bite her lip.
"You taste better than ever, babe." Pansy praised right before dipping her tongue inside Hermione and she yelped in pleasure. Pansy continued to switch between circling her clit and dipping inside her entrance. Hermione couldn't stop herself from jerking her hips even if she wanted to. She could feel her orgasm approaching faster than ever.
"Pans, I-" She panted and grabbed the sheets on either side of her hips. Pansy never relented. She only applied more pressure and let go of one thigh to insert two fingers right into Hermione's core. She held them there while sucking on Hermione's clit.
Hermione broke apart and felt like she was lit on fire at the same time. She screamed hoarsely and clutched at her bare chest as the biggest orgasm in her life surged through her oversensitive body to break her apart and then pull her back together. Pansy continued to kiss and lick her through it and she held her fingers inside Hermione throughout. Only when Hermione seemed able to breathe normally again did Pansy raise her head, but not her fingers. Hermione panted for breath as she looked down at the woman she was now quite certain was the love of her life. Tonight had proven that in more ways than one. The rune on Pansy's forehead seemed to glow again and from the way Pansy narrowed her eyes briefly, Hermione was sure the one on her forehead did the same.
With eyes locked on each other, Pansy slowly redrew her fingers and then licked them clean before her face split into a massive grin.
"That was worth seeing my crazy mother tonight."
"Completely."
Pansy then dropped her head onto Hermione's abdomen again.
"I suppose we'll have to see her again to learn more about this shit."
"I suppose."
"I wouldn't mind introducing you to her though." Pansy twisted to look up at Hermione still with her cheek on her stomach.
"What would you introduce me as?" Hermione teased and ran a hand through Pansy's dark hair.
"The woman I love." A pause. "With every burning fibre in my body."
"Think I can make yours burn, too?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it." Pansy grinned as she crawled up Hermione's body and slotted their mouths together in an all-encompassing kiss.
"Do you think-"
"Babe, you need to shut up right now or you can't make love to me."
Hermione raised a brow. That was a fair enough point, she supposed. Then she pressed Pansy's body closer and began stroking her fingers in tantalising patterns along every curve and swell of Pansy's figure.
She thanked her for crossing her boundaries with a twirl around each nipple.
She expressed her gratitude for doing this with her with teasing strokes up and down her inner thighs.
She explicitly thanked her for keeping her warm and grounded with kisses along the swell of her breasts.
She thanked her further for taking a chance and welcoming their new inner selves with a dip of a finger between her soaking folds.
Hermione continued to thank Pansy with her hands and her mouth more than once. She felt Pansy burn underneath her as she clamped her walls around her fingers and let out a silent scream. Hermione clamped her mouth around Pansy's pert nipple and sucked it hard as Pansy rode through her orgasm. It made Hermione ache between her legs all over again.
"We're waiting a few days to see your mother, right?" Hermione spoke around Pansy's nipple and flicked her tongue.
"Fuck, yes." Pansy gasped and reached for Hermione's mouth again. "I'm not letting you out of this bed until I can't feel your touch burn me."
"That might never happen."
"And thank fuck for that."
Hermione and Pansy kissed some more while an invisible fire danced around their naked bodies.
An unknown magic had been awoken that night in more than one way. Their bodies danced in incandescent flames which they fuelled with their love and lust for each other. Each ripple of pleasure brought forth a new colour to the dancing flames that neither of them paid any attention to. Pansy's mother would later tell them that love is perhaps the most powerful magic of all and that they should cherish it above all else.
It was the start of a new and timid relationship between Pansy and her mother.
And the start of a consuming relationship between Pansy and Hermione as they went on with their lives to claim the world as they wanted.