In the (empty) classroom
It all started in their fifth year.
It was the first year Hermione actually looked at Pansy. It was not like she didn't see Pansy before, but never before had she realized how good-looking Pansy was. And while Hermione hated her, she just couldn't help but stare at her, whenever she had the chance.
Since their first year, she hated Pansy with a burning passion. She hated everything about her: the fact that she was a pureblood supremacist, that she was a slytherin, her was of speaking, the way she treated other students (especially muggleborns), the list goes on.
But god, Pansy was hot. During the summer her boobs came in and she gained confidence (not that she lacked confidence before). Now she walked around in super short skirts, so short you could almost see her underwear. Her Shirts also got thight and the fact, that Umbridge didn't expelled her for that was a miracle. And because of those skirts, Hermione started to look at Pansy's thighs. The way they looked in those thigh-highs made Hermione feel things she didn't want to think about.
And for some reason Pansy decided to sit right next to her in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And everytime she lightly sucked on her pen or did whatever with her mouth and her perfect lips, Hermione wasn't able to concentrate in the lesson. She tried to get Pansy to pay attention but all her attempts left her embarrased, trying to control her thoughts. But even more frustrating was the fact that Pansy started to touch her. The first few times it could have been accidents. Pansy's fingers brushing slighly against her arms, their knees touching, just really harmless stuff. But now Pansy would lay her hands on Hermiones thights, squishing them or she would trace her waist. Hermione tried to ignore it, she really did but all of Pansy's actions left her squirming in her seat, wet. After class she would basically run to her dorms or the nearest bathroom to get atleast some relief. And worst of all, Pansy didn't even see to notice what she did to Hermione. But maybe it was better this way. Hermione didn't want to Imagine how Pansy would react.
Contrary to populare belief, Pansy Parkinson wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what her touch did to Granger, but why stop? She liked the power she had over the normally prudish gryffindor. She also liked getting what she wanted, and this year she wanted Granger. She wanted Granger to be desperate for her and apparently this wouldn't be so hard after all. After two months Pansy had waited enough. She was going to make Granger hers, no matter what.
She picked out her shortest skirt and paired it with her black lace bra and black lace thong. She sat down next to Granger, letting her skirt slip up a bit.
Hermione swallowed, she tried not to look at Pansy's thighs pale thighs and focused on class instead. She even managed to ignore the quiet moans Pansy made. Hermione just wanted to start working on her tasks, when she suddenly felt cold fingers touching her thighs. She gave Pansy a warning look, but the other girl ignored her. And then, just when Hermione thought this was all, Pansy slipped her fingers unser her skirts caressing her inner thighs, even go as far as to touch Hermiones pantie. Hermione froze. She grabbed Pansy's arm. "Stop it, Parkinson.", she said through her teeth. Pansy chuckled and pressed her thumb hard on Hermiones clitoris. Hermiones breath stocked. Pansy started drawing in circles over her underwear before she pulled her panties aside, teasing Hermiones hole. Hermione gasped audibly. "Pansy, what are you-" "shhhh, If you want me to stop say it." Hermione closed her eyes. She really wanted Pansy to continue and if Pansy were to stop now, it would be torture. Her pussy was already wet, making a mess in the chair. "Go on", it was nothing more than a whisper.
This was all Pansy needed and she carefully started penetrating her with one finger. Her other fingers scraped her clit until Hermione started thursting against them. Hermione wanted more, no she needed more, but Pansy war really carefull paying attention not to stimulate her too much. She whimpert, she was close. Desperate, she pressed her cunt harder against Pansy's hand, but before she could cum, Pansy removed her fingers, slapped Hermiones cunt and started working on the assignement. Shaking, Hermione tried to gain back control. Her pussy ached, her slick tripped down at the chair, leaving a wet spot. The ringing Bell signaled the end of the lesson. Pansy got up and whispered: "You wanna cum, then follow me", leaving Hermione startled. Hermione hurried to catch up to her. Pansy was walking towards an old classroom, which didn't got used anymore. She pulled Hermione in.
"So Granger, I didn't know you are interested in me.." She said, sitting down on a desk, spreading her legs, just enough so Hermione could see her underwear. Embarrassed, Hermione looked away. "Come on, you can look. I know you want to..." But Hermione didn't. She wanted to preserve at least so much of her dignity. "I said look!", Pansy sighed. "Listen, it's nothing embarrassing or unnatural." Hermione just shrugged and then carefully turned her head and looked. Her lips felt dry and just the sight made her drip. "Good girl" Pansy began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her bra. "You know, you can come closer, right?"
And Hermione did. Her legs moved even though she didn't want them to. Pansy took her hands and put them on her breasts. Pans then kissed her and pressed their bodies together. Hermione gasped. Pansy grinned. "If you want to, go on…" Hermione started to carefully move her hands. Sometimes she squeezed one boob, sometimes she just rubbed over the lace fabric. Pansy took her hands and helped her take her bra off and let it fall down. Hermione swallowed. She was breathing heavily and she pressed her thighs together, to get at least some relief. Pansy chuckled and started to unbutton Hermione's blouse and pulled down her skirt. Embarrassed, Hermione looked away. "Believe me, you have no reason to be embarrassed. You look real good." Hermione blushed, hearing these words. "Now, sit down." Pansy pointed to the desk and Hermione obeyed. She sat down and spread her legs. Pansy fell down on her knees and started to kiss the inside of her thighs. Hermione gasped, she didn't exactly know what she expected, but certainly not this. Pansy licked softly over her pussy, while rubbing her clit. Hermione moaned, buried her hands in Pansy's hair, to have at least some control over what was happening. She already dripped, her Pussy was wet. She whimpered as Pansy started to lick over her clit, just strong enough to torture her, but not strong enough for her to cum. Desperate, Hermione started to thurst into her mouth but it wasn't enough. With her hand, Pansy started to carefully insert one finger inside Hermione's pussy. She raised the other hand and slapped Hermione's clit, hard. Hermione cried out loud. She wanted to cum but just couldn't. Pansy removed her fingers and started to play with Hermione's nipples and fucked her cunt with her tongue. Hermione cried out, pressed her pussy against Pansy's face and came. She was short of breath. Pansy got up, spoke the cleaning spell and turned to leave. "Well Granger, if you'd like to repeat this, you know where to find me…" She left a breathless and confused Hermione behind.