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Fic: Prepossession, Pansy/Ginny, NC-17
Title: Prepossession
Author: foreword
Disclaimer: If only. These girls certainly aren't mine.
Warnings: Umm.. Wandplay, questionable use of a binding spell, some biting and hitting, masturbation... language.. :">
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Summary: This is, for all intents and purposes, PWP. Pansy + Ginny + empty classroom = fic.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: For silly_frog and her gorgeous illustration, AbracadaBRALESS!. Hotness. I don't think I've done it justice, but I had to write something. Thank you to my darling cloudsurfing for the beta. I think this might be the dirtiest thing I've written publicly, which is why I've had it finished and unposted for about three days now. Concrit is more than welcome.



She didn’t realise the angry voice was addressing her at first, not until she felt a sharp pain in her forearm as Millicent pinched her.

“Ow!”

She broke her gaze, turning to glare at the girl seated beside her. Millicent smirked and Pansy studied her for a moment before responding, her stare sweeping the sloppily cut hair and unpleasantly tight robes covering the girl’s mammoth form. She wrinkled her nose and took a sip of pumpkin juice, letting her gaze wander back to the Gryffindor table.

“Nothing, Millicent. I can hardly help it if it’s in my line of vision.”

A short, brusque chuckle answered her.

“Right. Just like Draco can’t help sitting so he’s facing them every meal, too. Honestly. Gryffindors, Pansy.”

Pansy glanced back at her and Millicent made the sort of face one usually pulls when tasting a particularly foul flavour of Bertie Botts’ beans.

She sighed and swung her legs over the bench, standing and gathering her books, not bothering with a goodbye as she made her way out of the Great Hall. Millicent’s prying had put her in a foul mood, and Pansy swept from the Great Hall with one last glance at the Gryffindor table, straightening her Prefect’s badge and hoping she’d have a chance to use it today. She needed no reminder of Draco’s obsession, something her mother would consider a monument to Pansy’s own shortcomings. More painful was the implication that followed such a reminder – that Pansy herself had a similar obsession. It was ridiculous. She was Pansy Parkinson, the crème de la crème, the pride of Slytherin House; the essence of what it meant to be Slytherin. Draco had failed them; Pansy would not.

But honestly, who had hair that colour? Pansy would have… should have been horrified. Complements or no, ginger hair and green robes would clash horribly, and ginger hair with maroon robes? She shuddered at the thought.

Though as much as she was loathe to admit it, it didn’t make her shudder when she witnessed the combination. Other things, however... She stopped, pressing her books to her chest and leaning up against the wall of the corridor she’d paused in. She shifted her legs and closed her eyes at the feeling between them, running a hand down her side and letting her nails graze the flesh of her thigh above her knee, finally sliding her hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt. No, she wasn’t wet over the Gryffindor bitch. It wasn’t her fault the whore of a blood traitor always wore skirts she’d outgrown ages ago, wasn’t her fault the girl’s shirt was always that much too tight, wasn’t her fault Ginny Weasley’s copper hair dripped down her shoulders and brushed her tits until she’d shove it almost playfully back over her shoulders. Pansy took a deep breath, opening her eyes at the sound of footsteps down the corridor. Someone was coming, and she was about to, leaning up against a wall and thinking about a Weasley. This would not do.

She opened the nearest door, finding a blessedly empty classroom and closed the door behind her, dropping her things, kicking off her shoes and falling to her knees without hesitation.

She would have just slipped her hand under her skirt and been done with it, but her nipples were hard against the material of her shirt and they hurt, and so she reached across the floor, tugging her wand from her bag. With a soft “evanesco,” her shirt was gone and her free hand was under her skirt, stroking her clit through the fabric of her knickers and then she heard the fucking door open. Pansy swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep her wand arm raised as she tilted her head, glancing over her shoulder with a carefully schooled expression that was a mixture of defiance and seduction.

The first thing she saw was the red hair as the door closed again, with a soft click. Ginny Weasley stared at her, and Pansy stared back. For the first time in recent memory she had no idea how to proceed. Hexing the girl until she couldn’t walk seemed the typical modus operandi, but this was not exactly the typical situation. Pansy had never been careless enough to leave the door unlocked before.

Ginny seemed to be almost trembling, but she stood her ground, leaning up against the door and staring at Pansy, her mouth open slightly and her hands subconsciously tugging on the hem of her (much too short, Pansy thought) skirt. Her gaze was as defiant as Pansy had ever seen it.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, enjoying watching the other girl tremble, perhaps a bit more than she would ever admit to herself.

“Going to join me or stand there?”

Ginny hesitated only a moment before crossing to where Pansy was kneeling, dropping to her knees facing the other girl, her eyes unavoidably drawn to the pert, naked, perfect breasts. Pansy smirked, lowering her wand arm and tracing her lips with the tip of her wand, still watching the girl in front of her.

“Take off your shirt.”

Ginny’s hands moved obediently to the buttons already straining against her chest. She was certainly obedient, but too quiet, Pansy decided.

“Why are you here?”

Ginny looked up from hastily unbuttoning her shirt, her bra already peeking through the parting of the fabric, her face flushed.

“I followed you.”

In spite of the other girl’s apparent embarrassment, she didn’t hesitate or attempt to lie. Pansy was intrigued.

“Why?”

Ginny bit her lip and returned her attention to unbuttoning her shirt, not answering until she had shrugged it off, glancing back up at Pansy, a challenging note in her gaze.

“You were watching me.” She paused, raising her hands to her back, undoing her bra without hesitation and dropping it unceremoniously on the shirt behind her.

“You’re always watching me.”

Pansy scowled, dropping the wand momentarily and grabbing the other girl’s hand, forcing her to lean forward as Pansy moved her hand up her thigh, biting back a moan as Ginny’s fingers brushed wet silk.

“Your fault.”

Ginny swallowed and Pansy could almost feel it. She let go of the redhead’s hand, but in true Gryffindor fashion, Ginny kept her hand where Pansy had directed it, moving her fingers over the fabric and looking up, watching Pansy’s expression. Pansy bit her lower lip hard, before reaching down and wrenching the girl’s hand away.

“Tease,” she hissed, her fingernails digging into Ginny’s wrist before she closed the space between them, kissing the other girl hard. Ginny’s mouth was hard and tight against hers at first, but Pansy slid her hand up Ginny’s thigh, under that too-short skirt, and returned the favour, noting with delight that Ginny’s cotton knickers were soaked through. The Gryffindor gasped at the contact, her mouth opening against Pansy’s. She took the invitation gladly, slipping her tongue into Ginny’s mouth and making a soft noise as the girl surprised her by sliding a hand up her side, brushing her thumb across a firm nipple.

Pansy deepened the kiss, leaning into the girl more, her knees sore and raw from the rough stone as she moved across it, her fingers slipping under the wet cotton, brushing Ginny’s tight, hot, wet, center. The Gryffindor moaned, shaking slightly, her hand faltering where it cupped Pansy’s breast and Pansy had to fuck her now - had to make her lose control. She broke the kiss, smirking as she pulled away, sliding her other hand up Ginny’s thigh and tugging on her knickers. Ginny obligingly moved back on her elbows, spreading her legs in front of Pansy shamelessly. Pansy grinned and let go of her, grabbing the discarded wand and muttering the spell she knew so well, smirking as the knickers disappeared.

She didn’t set down the wand this time. Ginny whimpered but didn’t move, waiting, her legs spread, leaving herself open for Pansy. Pansy moved up across her body and in between her legs, brushing her skin against Ginny’s as she brought the wand up under her skirt. She spoke against Ginny’s mouth as she rested the length of the wand against her cunt, licking her lips and trying not to squirm.

“I’m going to fuck you with the wand.”

Ginny was trembling underneath her again, biting her bottom lip so hard that Pansy wondered if she would bleed… hoped she would bleed. She shifted her wrist, running the tip of the wand along slick folds before parting the other girl, sliding it inside and pausing. A whimper escaped the buffer Ginny had created with her teeth and lower lip and Pansy moaned in spite of herself.

“Please…”

Pansy smirked against her mouth before twisting her wrist, moving the wand deeper inside of her, and kissing her hard. Ginny was tense underneath her, and Pansy continued the movement of the wand, kissing her and moving her mouth to Ginny’s ear.

“I thought you wanted to be fucked.”

Ginny moaned and Pansy felt the girl relaxing underneath her slightly, and after a moment she tentatively bucked her hips against the movements of Pansy’s wrist. Pansy laughed softly and moved her hand faster, fucking her deeper now.

“Good girl.”

Ginny moaned in response, and Pansy could feel her nipples hard against Pansy’s skin, felt her trembling around the wand and before she realised what she was doing, she was pulling the wand out and replacing it with her fingers, kissing the other girl hard. Ginny made a soft sound against her mouth, and then she was shifting and slipping a hand in between them. Pansy bit her, reaching down to wrench the girl’s hand away from her clit and moving her mouth to Ginny’s ear again.

“I say when you get to come.”

Ginny made another soft noise – was it a whimper? – but when Pansy pulled away to look down at the girl beneath her, she nodded. Pansy pulled her fingers out with a note of protest from Ginny and lifted the wand again. Ginny moved her hips toward Pansy eagerly and Pansy laughed, shaking her head. She muttered a spell and watched with delight as Ginny’s hands became bound above her head. There was a definite note of panic in her eyes now.

“You wanted this.”

Ginny was glaring at her now, but it was surprisingly without malice.

“So do it.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow.

“Demanding little slut, aren’t you?”

Ginny’s cheeks coloured but she said nothing, staring defiantly back at Pansy and waiting. Pansy clucked her tongue in response, shaking her head and bringing the tip of the wand to her lips again, licking them almost imperceptibly as she watched Ginny’s expression. Almost. Ginny made another noise and shifted underneath her and Pansy tilted her head thoughtfully, keeping the wand pressed against her lips, smelling and tasting Ginny.

“No, I think I’ll just finish what I started before you so rudely interrupted.”

Ginny bit her bottom lip, twisting against the restraints, but Pansy ignored her, dropping her wand and sitting back, slipping her hand up under her skirt. She shifted slightly, straddling Ginny and shoving the girl’s skirt further up, her fingers brushing Ginny’s clit now as she slipped them under her own knickers. Ginny moaned, shifting up against the touch and Pansy smirked, sliding a finger into herself as she watched the redhead beneath her, flushed and open and waiting. A few thrusts with her fingers and a swipe of her thumb and Pansy was already coming, harder than she’d ever come before, shuddering and closing her eyes and breathing hard.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, slipping her hand out of her knickers and leaning across the other girl again, her tits brushing Ginny’s stomach as she raised her wet fingers to the other girl’s mouth.

“Lick.”

Ginny bit her lip hard, making a soft sound, but she stared defiantly back at Pansy before opening her mouth in invitation. She still wasn’t backing down.

Pansy shoved her fingers into the other girl’s willing mouth and Ginny sucked and licked and Pansy wondered where on earth she had learned to use her tongue like that. She watched her, her own mouth parted in sympathetic fascination.

“You are a little whore, aren’t you?”

Ginny scowled as best she could with Pansy’s fingers fucking her mouth and she bit down, grazing her skin with her teeth. Torn between anger and amusement, Pansy pulled her hand away, slapping the other girl across the face.

“No biting unless I say so.”

Ginny’s eyes were wide and she trembled slightly but didn’t respond, staring back at Pansy with that same stubborn spark in her eyes. Pansy let her gaze travel over the other girl’s body, stopping at those pert little breasts as she raised her hand again, running her fingers over the nipples that were already hard with anticipation.

She smirked before lowering her mouth to Ginny’s breast, her bangs falling across her chest as she grazed the hardened nub with her teeth, swirling her tongue against it as Ginny arched up against her.

“Please…”

Pansy paused, pulling her mouth away to look up at the other girl, her breath still hot on the damp skin. She was talking now. Begging. Pansy was pleased.

“Please what?”

Ginny bit her lip and swallowed, clearly fighting with herself.

“Fuck me.”

Pansy smirked and ran her tongue across the spot she had abandoned in reward before looking back up at the rather flushed girl again.

“With what?”

Ginny’s eyes were closed now and she was breathing hard already. Pansy wondered if she would even survive being fucked again.

“Anything.”

Pansy pulled her mouth away and sat up, shaking her head and clucking her tongue in disapproval as Ginny’s eyes opened in horror.

“And you were so demanding before, Weasley. What happened? Tell me what you want. Fingers? Tongue? Should I fuck you with the wand again?”

She paused, raising a hand to run her fingers through her hair, noting with a smile how Ginny’s eyes were once again fixated on the curve of her breasts.

“… or maybe just my voice.”

Ginny swallowed again.

“Your… voice?”

Pansy didn’t smile, this time, leaning across the girl until her mouth reached Ginny’s ear, the rest of her body barely brushing Ginny’s as she rested her hands on either side of Ginny’s torso. Ginny made another sound and arched up, trying to bring her body up against Pansy’s.

“I could make you come, just like this. No touching.”

Ginny moaned and shifted, trying to reach Pansy’s body with hers, the binds cutting into her wrists deep enough to leave a mark now.

“No… please, touch me.”

Pansy laughed softly against Ginny’s ear but kept her body just out of reach.

“No, Weasley. Tell me, how does it feel? How does it feel to be so wet and so empty and so needing to be fucked? How does it feel to not be able to touch yourself? To have me fuck myself just above you and not touch you?”

Ginny whimpered and shifted, jerking hard on the restraints.

“Answer me, Weasley,” Pansy breathed against her ear.

“Please, Pansy. Please.”

“I already did, Weasley. I stuck my wand deep inside of you and I fucked you with it, but it wasn’t enough for you, you greedy little slut.”

Ginny whimpered louder, trembling slightly.

“I’m… please, do it again.”

Pansy hissed and Ginny tensed underneath her.

“I’m fucking you with my words, Weasley. You’re hard and you’re wet and you’re eager and waiting and I’m here and I’m fucking you, filling you, teasing you… tasting you. And you’re going to come, and you’re going to ruin that pretty little short skirt because you’re going to come so hard.”

Ginny moaned, her breathing heavy now. Pansy smirked against her ear, biting her softly in reward.

“Come for me, Weasley. Come for me now.”

Pansy lifted her hand, slipping it between them, finding Ginny’s clit as she whispered to the other girl, and Ginny was arching off of the floor again, but this time it wasn’t of her own volition. She did come then, crying out softly and biting her lip to muffle the rest of her climax, tensing and tightening around nothing at all as she shuddered and closed her eyes, falling apart underneath Pansy.

Pansy smiled and moved her mouth to Ginny’s, kissing her hard and deep and tasting both herself and Ginny before moving off of the other girl and standing. She retrieved her wand from where it had been discarded, muttered several cleansing spells and conjured her shirt. When she had made herself presentable, she gathered her books and made her way to the door, pausing and glancing back over her shoulder at a terrified, half-naked and still-bound Ginny Weasley.

“Stop dressing like a little slut and this won’t happen again.”

Ginny glared at her, and Pansy smiled, slipping out the door and leaving it open as she made her way back down the hallway.