Vanish

"Um, hi Astoria," Hermione blushed as Pansy began to kiss her neck.

"We knew Malfoy was messing around with someone in another house, but you are the absolute last person I would have guessed."

"It's mad, isn't it?" Pansy asked in Hermione's ear, sending a chill down her spine.

"Malfoy wants me to go to his room," Astoria said again, leaning against the door but running her eyes along Hermione's body.

"Fuck that, he doesn't deserve it after the shit he pulled tonight."

"You alright down there, Granger?" Astoria asked, the corner of her lip quirking. Pansy ran her hand down Hermione's throat.

"Alright, I guess," Hermione panted.

"Pans, would you let the girl breathe?"

"No," Hermione hastened, "It's fine, it's good." She pulled Pansy into a kiss, and Pansy arched hungrily into her.

"Astoria, come here. Granger is ticklish in the funniest spot." Pansy said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione scoffed, but Pansy sat up, her thick thighs pinning Hemione's hips.

"I noticed it when I was taking off her dress."

Hermione looked up to see two pairs of eyes gazing down at her with interest.

"It's right here," Pansy said, running her finger behind Hermione's ear and down her jaw. Hermione squirmed at her touch.

"That's a perfectly reasonable place to be ticklish!" She protested.

"Try it," Pansy prompted. Astoria bit her lip and ran one long nail along the sensitive spot. This time, Hermione bucked against the floor. She giggled involuntarily and grabbed Astoria's wrist. Astoria raised an eyebrow. Hermione yanked on her wrist and Astoria toppled to her. She rose to meet her lips and pushed in with a deep kiss.

Pansy helped Astoria out of her shirt, and Hermione reached up to cup her very full breast. "Where are you ticklish, Astoria?" She purred.

"I'll show you," she whispered into her mouth, taking Hermione's hand and drawing it into her pajama bottoms. She wore no knickers to contend with and stretched on her side next to Hermione. Astoria's curves created an almost impossible horizon of steep hills and valleys, and she parted one knee up for Hermione's fingers.

She'd never felt another woman's pussy before tonight, and for a moment, her heart raced as she tried to make heads or tails of the different shapes and sizes. Finally, though, she found the bud that made Astoria gasp and groan into her mouth.

Hermione's senses felt a thousand times sharper, and she shivered as Pansy swung her leg back over and ran a finger past Hermione's belly button and along the upper inside of her thigh. She felt her own knee bend and open as though she were nothing but a Gringotts safe.

"Is this your first time fingering a girl, Granger?" Asked Astoria. Hermione felt her cheeks flush. "Is it that obvious?"

Astoria giggled. "Only that you're bloody timid."

"Oh. I guess I was touching you how I like to be touched - slow - I…I like to be teased."

"We have a beggar, Tori," Pansy laughed.

"Why, what do you like?"

"A bit more pressure," she said, and when Hermione pressed against her, Astoria gasped in her ear.  She rolled her hips, moving Hermione's finger up and down her until Hermione felt her entrance. As Astoria rolled back towards her, Hermione allowed her finger to slip in as she pressed her palm against Astoria's clit.

"Now you got it," she moaned. Pansy had taken to nibbling and kissing up and down Hermione's thigh.

"You never should have told her you like to be teased, you know," Astoria breathed.

Pansy huffed against Hermione's leg. "I think Granger's been toyed with enough tonight, don't you, pet?" She asked, moving between Hermione's thighs.

Hermione only gasped when she felt Pansy's tongue flick against her clit. "Not even close," she gasped, taking out her frustration with deep kisses on Astoria's lips.

"Alright then, good girl, what do you want?"

"I want you to eat my pussy," Hermione breathed.

"Blimey," Astoria cooed, "I never thought I'd hear that word come out of Hermione Granger's mouth."

Pansy gave another flick of her tongue, leaving Hermione's clit to throb against the cool castle air.

"I'll… I'll do your homework for a week," Hermione writhed, and Pansy laughed.

"I have seventh years for that. No, I'll want something more."

"Anything," Hermione said. In that moment, she meant it.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes. You can copy me in potions, or I'll… I'll get you off in potions, hell, I'll let you get me off in potions."

Pansy laughed. "I want to know," she circled her tongue once around Hermione's core, and Hermione squirmed into Astoria, punishing her with deep strokes of her finger and a sharp bite to her collarbone. "I want to know what the prophecy in the department of mysteries said. It's been in all the papers."

Hermione felt her lust cool, but only slightly. Pansy flattened her tongue against Hermione, and her eyes rolled. "I…I  don't know, the prophecy smashed."

"Don't lie to me, Granger, I have your bits between my teeth."

"I'm not," she said. She had no idea if Pansy knew Legilimency, and if she did, whether it would feel the same as Malfoy entering her mind.

"I don't know what it said." It wasn't a complete lie. Harry knew and told her, but he'd never said the exact words, only his interpretation. Suddenly, Pansy was on top of her again. Hermione snapped her eyes from Astoria to Pansy above her.

"Pity, really. I was looking forward to enjoying myself."

"I'll go down on you," Hermione hurried. "I've... I've never done it before, but I will. I want to," she swallowed, "I really want to." Hermione realized she'd allowed herself back into the same dynamic she had with Malfoy. Always begging, waiting to be fed. He topped Pansy, why couldn't she? She rolled Pansy onto her back and held her wrists at her head.  "You're the only one still fully clothed in here. Astoria, does that seem fair to you?" she asked.

"It really doesn't."

Pansy scowled at her friend, who merely smirked from her comfortable position. Astoria ran her finger along the sharp point of Pansy's hip bone.

"First, I'm going to take off this pretty little top, and then I'm going to take off your soaked-through knickers, and then I'm going to eat your pussy," she said, aiming the last word at Astoria, who giggled. "Do you understand?" Pansy fought against Hermione's hold, but she kept tight.

"Maybe I don't want some bloody novice fumbling around in my underthings," she said.

"Would you rather I ripped them off you? They look expensive," she said.

Pansy narrowed her eyes and smirked up her. Hermione leaned down and ghosted a kiss on the spot along Pansy's neck she'd unveiled as ticklish on Hermione.

"That's what I thought. Can you please hold Pansy's wrists for me, Astoria?" She asked against Pansy's ear.

"My pleasure," Astoria said, and she crawled to sit above Pansy's head.

"Who's bloody side are you on?" Pansy asked as Astoria put her weight against Pansy.

"Yours, by the looks of it."

Hermione plunged her hand into Pansy's pajama bottoms. She made slow circles over Pansy's knickers.

"That's not what you said you'd do," Pansy snarled.

"Yes well, love, that's what you get when you fuck a Gryffindor." She unbuttoned Pansy's pajama top with her other hand until it fell apart to either side of her bare chest. Where Astoria's breasts hung heavy in her bra, Pansy's were barely a handful.

"Blimey, you both have beautiful tits," Hermione gasped. She licked her bottom lip and reached down to kiss Pansy's nipple.

"I thought your tongue had other engagements, Granger," Pansy said after a moment. Hermione laughed against her.

"Too true." She kissed Pansy's chin, neck, collarbone, abdomen, and finally pulled down her bottoms.

"Shall I hop on your face then?" Asked Astoria. "Wouldn't want you to get bored, in case Granger really is rubbish at this."

Hermione scoffed as Pansy parted for her. It was true that Hermione had little experience receiving oral, and she wished she'd had her wits about her enough to find a book on the bloody subject prior to this test.

"Of course. You never last long anyways."

Astoria sneered as she took off her pajama bottoms and crawled up to settle above Pansy. She reached for Hermione's chin and pulled her into a long kiss, punctuated by little moans as Pansy began to work her tongue beneath her.

Hermione pulled away and fell back between Pansy's legs. She swallowed and looked up at Astoria, who stuck her tongue out and flicked it back and forth. Hermione loathed cheating, but in this moment, she would take all the help she could get. She mimicked the motion against Pansy, who let out a whining groan.

"Damnit, Astoria! Don't help her!" Pansy slurred, and Hermione smiled and did it again. Pansy squirmed beneath her.  She gripped Pansy's hips and pushed her full mouth against her. Her anxiety vanished in place of a roaring, chanting need. Pansy tasted like pure sex, and it dizzied Hermione into a frenzy. She slipped a finger into her entrance and darted her tongue in the motion Astoria showed her and every other way she could think of. Pansy screamed loud enough she thought the mermaids must be able to hear. Hermione looked up to see Astoria running her hands along her own full figure, pinching her small nipples as she rode Pansy's tongue. Hermione reached up and cupped one of Pansy's little breasts, trying to ignore her cramping tongue, and when Astoria began to gasp and moan, and the sight made Hermione pick up her pace. Astoria's stomach contracted, and her mouth parted in a dizzied smile. She wailed and shuddered and fell back onto the floor behind Pansy's head. Not a minute later, Hermione felt Pansy begin to buck. Slytherin cruelty raced through her, and Hermione moved her mouth away, sitting back on her hands.

"Bloody hell, you think you're going?" Pansy asked, sitting up and moving on top of her. Cruel, furyful lust blazed in her eyes as she brought her lips inches from Hermione's, Astoria still wet on her mouth.

"I only just now remembered that Draco gave you a directive tonight. Don't you remember?"

"I don't take orders from him," she growled, but still, her hands made their way down Hermione's stomach. Hermione smiled.
"I know you don't, love." Hermione cried out when Pansy's finger reached her center. She'd only been peripherally aware of her own ache, and now it hummed greedily. Still, she drew away.

"Astoria, I couldn't tempt you, could I?"

"A chance to eat Head of Class pussy? Abso-fucking-lutely” she said.

"Back off, Greengrass," hissed Pansy.

Astoria yawned, "Alright, alright. I'm tired anyway. I'm going to bed. Please don't kill each other."

Hermione watched down her torso as Pansy slithered backward. She arched her arse into the air as she settled her tongue against Hermione's core. Hermione rocked into her hips along her as she flicked her tongue and sucked her clit into her mouth. She paid no care to Hermione's desire to be teased. Instead, she pulled on her pleasure with determined fury. Hermione felt the warm welcome of an orgasm build in her.

"I'm going to…" she cried, and Pansy replaced one finger with two, edging her orgasm back. Hermione squealed in frustration. Now she decided to tease her?
The second time Hermione felt it build, Pansy replaced two fingers with three, and Hermione hit her head back on the plush carpet. She looked down at Pansy, who gave her a wet smirk. Hermione grabbed the back of Pansy's head and pushed her tight against her. The orgasm that built was three times as strong as the first, and when she came apart, the sensation wouldn't stop. She cried out and shuddered again and again, but the sensation was relentless. Finally, after what must have been a few minutes but felt like hours, Hermione slowed the sensation herself, feeling it peak and release. No sooner had she come down when Pansy scrambled up her body and rode her face. After only a minute of Hermione barely having to do anything but stick her tongue out and breathe, she heard Pansy come above her.
Pansy rolled forward and then moved to lie down next to Hermione. She pulled their bodies close and leaned into a deep kiss.

"I just came so bloody hard,' Hermione panted.

"I know you did, pet," Pansy laughed.

"Well, love, what was all that about wanting to know the prophecy?"

Pansy pulled back, and her eyes darted between Hermione's.  "Well, we all want to know, don't we? We want to know if Potter is really the one to defeat he who must not be named. It was odd to hear her say he who must not be named instead of the Dark Lord.

"Yes, well, if I knew something, I wouldn't bloody tell you anyway," smirked Hermione, "No matter how many times you got me off."

"I'll take that bet," Pansy said, grabbing Hermione's hips and rolling her onto her back.

"Not yet, I'm too sensitive, I'm…" she said, as Pansy's tongue grazed her center, and she shuddered.

"I know, pet, I know."

There were no windows in Slytherin's dorm, never mind the little room where Pansy and Hermione played. Hermione had lost count of the times Pansy had made her scream, never mind beg.

The door swung open, and Hermione looked up from her lazy position between Pansy's thighs. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth.
"It's seven o'clock in the bloody morning!" Cried Draco, running his hands through his blonde hair, his quidditch robes half fastened. There must be a match today, Hermione thought absently, eager to get back to the task at hand. She pulled Pansy closer.

"Good morning Draco. Did you sleep well?" Yawned Pansy. She lay on her back, her hair a knotted mess against the carpet and her eyes heavy with sleepy, needy satisfaction, as Hermione began to pull her back to her mouth.

"Have you two seriously been at it all this time?"

"And here I thought you two shagged all night," Hermione muttered.

"Well, yeah, but not without breaks, to you know…"

"Yeah, girls don't need those, remember?" Pansy asked.

"Don't be jealous, Draco. You could have stayed," said Hermione.

"Or better yet, just join us now," added Pansy.

"I can't, I have a match to play, you bloody slags."

"Right, right, quidditch, fascinating, I'm sure." Hermione said.

"You're not coming to the match?" Asked Pansy.

"I can think of better things to do."

"Sorry, mate, I've never missed a game," she said, scrunching her nose at Hermione and scooching back.

"Shame," Hermione said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Pansy stood up. Still naked, she turned to Malfoy. "Walk me down to breakfast, then?"

Malfoy's lip quirked. "Pans, you are in a right state."

"Eh, bollocks," she said, feeling the mass of tangled hair at the back of her head.

"Ah well," she turned to Hermione, "not bad for your first time, pet."