Gimme Love (Pansmione)
"Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Parkinson because of your UNBELIEVABLE behavior during my class you will have dentition. One hundred (100) points from both your houses for each of you!" Snape's voice still rung in Hermione's ears. Now she was stuck in an old dusty room with the girl that got her into this mess.
Pans was just chilling right next to her, a knowing smirk played on her face. A scroll with a purple ribbon tied around it lay in front of them. After a few minutes Hermione finally picked up the scroll. "At last. I thought you'd never pick it up," she said with mock annoyance. The ginger shot her a 'don't push me' glare before opening the scroll. It read:
Dear Mrs. Granger & Parkinson,
Unfortunately I am unable to supervise your dentition so I have prepared an activity for both of you. Do not disappoint me.
Professor Snape
"Activity? What activity?" Pansy asked looking around but seeing nothing. Hermione was going to say something when she saw a violet book with a small note attached. She picked it up and looked at the note. It said that they should turn to page 156 and make the potion there. So she flipped the pages until she came onto a highlighted page. The top said 'Amortentia'. Hermione gasped. "Amortentia? What an interesting punishment. Guess Snape has a little girl fetish or something," Pansy replied shaking her body so that her breast wiggled. The book worm gulped and tried to mask her strange discomfort. "I highly doubt it," she answered moving her chair away from the Slytherin.
"So. What do we need?" she asked stretching her arms. "We need an ashwinder egg, rose thorns, peppermint and a moonstone," she read out. Hearing a grunt she looked up and saw Pansy struggling to put a cauldron onto the table. "Here let me help." She grabbed the bottom of the pot and with Pansy heaved it onto the hard surface. "Thanks," she breathed. "No problem," the book worm replied, bent over with her hands on her knees. They then proceeded to make the potion.
Soon spirals of seam bellowed from the cauldron heralding it's ready. "Gryffindor's first." Pansy beckoned to the shimmering potion. Hermione rolled her eyes then leaned over the pot and took a whiff. "What do you smell?" she whispered. "I smell the dungeons, Slytherin common room, Malfoy, magic and lavender..." she trailed off, thoughtful. "Fine. Let me smell." She too smelled the potion all be it dramatically. "Hm...I smell paper, books, Potter, the Weasel-ow don't punch me!...and grass. Lots of it. But it's freshly cut." She screwed up her nose at that. "What is it?" Hermione asked crossing her arms. "I smell a faint ginger. It's faint but strangely pleasant." She looked at the Gryffindor. "Do we have to drink this?" she asked something glinting in her eyes. The ginger grabbed the instructions reading it through and through. "Nope. I doubt Snape would let us-! PANSY!" She just happened to witness the Slytherin take a big swing of the potion. No sooner had she done this that her skin paled and she had to hold onto the table. "Pansy! You stupid Slytherin!" She grabbed her so she wouldn't fall. What in the name of Merlin was she thinking?
The Slytherin felt an urge race through her veins. The irresistible smell of Harry, Ron, grass and ginger overpowered her senses. She needed that smell she wanted that smell. Pansy rose from her stool and slipped onto Hermione's lap. "Pansy?" she asked nervousness in her voice. The black bob cut Slytherin smiled a unnatural smile. She began to rub the other girl's thigh. She forced herself not to moan. "P-Pansy~" she breathed. "Like it Sugar Queen?" she teased. "A-ah. Pansy~" she squirmed under the Slytherin's intense gaze. She began to grind her knee against the brunette's honeypot. Her temperature began to rise and her juices began to flow. "Pansy stop. T-This is too m-much!~" she gasped. "Is it?" she smirked. She leaned in and kissed her. She glided her tongue across her lips. Hermione gasped but let her enter. She melted as the girl explored her mouth, deepening the kiss. "Mmm~" she moaned and felt her heart shutter. Her body trembled and her underwear dampened. It felt...good.
Suddenly the door opened which scared the two girls. Minerva stood in the doorway. "Girls your dentition is over," she then left. The two girls just sat there in silence. Pansy slipped off of Hermione's lap. The effects of the potion had subsided. "Well I suppose we can go." Hermione wrung her hands together. She went to pickup her bookbag when Pansy's slightly still pale hand stopped her. "Granger?" She was back to using last names. "Yes?" she tried to sound uninterested. "You will not speak of this day okay?" she hissed. The girl nodded. "Good," she smirked before getting up and leaving.
Odd.