Staff Meeting
Sweet Salazar, all-staff meetings were the worst. There was no reason McGonagall couldn’t simply send out all the announcements each week but no, the witch believed in accountability and demanded they all meet together once a week.
Of course, it wouldn’t have been so miserable if she hadn’t been able to feel eyes burning on her all meeting long.
His eyes.
Finally, the last needless question was answered and the staff slowly began to clear out.
Pansy realized half a moment later that McGonagall should have written out all the announcements because she couldn’t remember one damn thing. She’d forgotten to even pretend to take notes.
Hoping that there wasn’t anything too important, she slipped the blank pieces of parchment and unused quill into her bag and started to follow Flitwick out. Instead, she pretended to drop something and grinned at the sharp inhalation behind her as she bent over.
The door closed behind Flitwick as she rose slowly and glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, Professor Longbottom,” she said. “I didn’t see you there.”
He smirked as if he saw straight through her. He usually did. “Professor Parkinson.”
The rest of the teachers had classes, but she flicked her wand at the door, locking it just in case. They were the only two professors with the same free period, due to no small amount of convincing on Pansy’s part at the beginning of the year. As Potions Mistress at Hogwarts, however, it was necessary for her to have some time each week with the Head Herbologist to verify all the necessary potions ingredients were growing correctly.
Not that there had been any of that past the first month.
His eyebrow flicked up. “Not here.”
With her own smirk, she leaned against one of the desks and ran her hands down her brown tweed skirt. The oversized white buttons along one side made it one of her favorites. She’d paired it with a white collared blouse and a scarlet red jumper because any shade of red on her was his favorite.
“I let you have me in the greenhouse last week,” she countered.
His eyes burned a trail down her body as she slowly started to slide the hem of her skirt up and over her knees. “It required a lot of convincing on my part, if I recall correctly.”
As if there was any way she would let him take her in there without driving her half out of her mind with need first.
And now it was time to return the favor.
“Then let me convince you,” she said, raising the skirt high enough to reveal the scarlet red garters holding up her nude stockings.
“Fuck, Pansy,” he murmured.
“Yes, that’s the idea,” she said, drawing it all the way up to reveal her utter lack of knickers.
Neville was on his knees between her thighs before she could so much as blink. His large hands were gentle, a sharp contrast to the harsh kisses he began trailing up her thigh above the garters. He loved marking her, and she loved carrying them.
“You’re going to drive me insane one of these days,” he murmured.
Before she could reply that he’d already done that to her, his mouth met her core. Her head dropped back as two of his fingers slid inside, finding the spot that drove her wild as they worked in tandem with his tongue.
In minutes, she was coming apart under his expert ministrations, the pleasure he alone could wring from her body making her cry out his name.
Before she had a chance to recover, he was on his feet and sliding into her with one smooth stroke. She wound her fingers through his hair, unable to hold back her moans even if she wanted to as he pounded into her the way he knew she loved, his length stretching her with the familiar, delicious fullness.
All too soon, she could feel her next orgasm building. As it crested over her, Neville followed just behind her, gripping her hips hard enough that she hoped his fingertips left bruises.
As they panted for breath, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you, Pansy.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“This is what you get for hiring a married couple to work together,” Filius muttered to McGonagall as she doubled back to ensure the staff room was locked and silenced. “Why did you let her convince you to give them the same off period?”
“So they can believe they’re being clever when no students are around.”
Sure enough, she could hear low murmurs coming from the room. Locked but not silenced. They always forgot one or the other.
She threw her entire magical weight behind the silencio over the room and then walked quickly away. “I’m going to have an extra long discussion with the cleaning elves about seeing to that room.”
“You know,” Filius began.
She knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it.
“You could always just send out a memo.”
He wasn’t wrong, but the incessant badgering about it was only making her dig her heels in.
“Then how on earth would I know where my Head of Gryffindor and Head of Slytherin are sneaking off to each week?”