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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Pansy_Parkinson/Blaise_Zabini, Hermione_Granger/Pansy
      Parkinson
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Pansy_Parkinson, Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Threesome_-_F/F/M, POV
      First_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-05-28 Words: 950
****** understanding ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     The girls have an understanding.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
“Hermione.”
“Pansy.”
To the outside world, nobody would think we were more than acquaintances. Two
teenage girls who went to school together, shared a few classes, not even
friends. Passing each other in the corridors of Hogwarts between classes, we
would simply nod our acknowledgements and go about our business, and nobody was
the wiser.
“What is it with you two?” my best friend asked one day, swinging his
boyfriend’s hand with his own as we walked to our common room. “You can’t stand
her, yet you greet her at every possible opportunity.”
“Pansy and I have an understanding,” was all I said.
~*~*~*~
“Do you ever miss cock?”
I took a drag of my cigarette and exhaled slowly. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “You
make me happy, though.”
She squeezed my hand. “I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be shagged
properly.”
“Which is surprising, considering both our boyfriends turned out to be poofs,”
I quipped.
“Well, at least yours made sense,” she argued playfully. “Ron and Harry I can
accept. But Draco and Neville?”
I giggled. “Nobody saw that coming.”
One of her fingers trailed along my chest, outlining my breasts in figure
eights. “Is there any boy in this school who isn’t gay?”
“Blaise Zabini is bi,” I said. “But he’s with Ginny.”
“Nope.” She shook her head. “They broke up. Ginny’s decided to jump on the gay
bandwagon; she’s with Luna now.”
The corners of my mouth turned up in a sly smile. “Poor Blaise.”
“Poor Blaise indeed.”
~*~*~*~
“Do you think he’ll come?”
She grinned wickedly at me. “Of course he will, if he ever shows up.”
“Dirty girl,” I said, sniggering.
She lifted my chin to kiss me chastely. “You like it when I’m dirty.”
“Yes I do,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her neck.
Our lips touched again as she laid me down on the bed, covering my entire body
with hers. Her hair fell around my face, tickling my ears. I arched into her
and ran my hands up and down her back, urging her closer. She let out a soft
moan of appreciation when I slipped my tongue in her mouth.
“Ahem.”
My eyes shot open to the sight of a dark-haired male in the doorway, leaning
against the frame with a devilish grin on his face and a noticeable bulge in
his pants.
“Pansy, Hermione,” he said politely.
“Get over here,” my girlfriend demanded, taking her lips off mine only long
enough to speak.
He complied and joined us on the bed. We attacked him, removing him of his
clothes in record time, staring in awe at the glorious cock presenting itself
proudly for us. A small gold ring protruded from the head.
“He’s pierced,” she observed out loud.
“That he is,” I said.
I wrapped my fingers around the stiff flesh, familiarizing myself with
something I hadn’t seen in over a year. He groaned at the contact and kissed me
deeply, cupping one of my breasts in his hand.
She cuddled up behind me, reaching a hand over to join mine on his cock. Her
fingers experimentally toyed with the piercing, earning an appreciative growl
from deep in his throat. Together, we stroked him until he broke our kiss and
gasped, “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“We can’t have that, now can we?” she teased, relocating her hand between my
legs.
“Mmm,” I said, rolling over to straddle her. He grabbed my hips and knelt
behind me, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Fuck her,” she said against my mouth.
She quickened her ministrations on my clit as he plunged inside. He growled
again and collapsed on my back, thrusting my hips back as he pushed forward.
His piercing pounded against my G-spot, causing me to gasp and moan into her
mouth, panting for air.
“Gods, Hermione,” she breathed. “You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re being
shagged.”
I let out a whimper as her fingers left my clit, and she brought her hands up
to my face. “I’ve got an idea. Raise up.”
I moaned in response, lifting myself up onto all fours. I felt her moving under
me, and then there was a warm tongue on my clit.
“Oh, gods,” I squealed, looping my arms through her legs and burying my face in
the sweet folds that I knew would be there. She jerked but didn’t miss a beat
in her licks.
I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching and dipped two fingers inside her in the
hopes that she would come with me. She did, tightening herself around my
fingers as I did the same around his cock, all three of us screaming in ecstasy
as our releases overcame us.
He withdrew first, pulling me onto my side so she could right herself and kiss
me as we came down from our orgasmic highs. We tasted like each other, our
bodies covered in sweat and sex, kissing breathlessly. I felt his arms wrap
around us, his own lips grazing across the back of my neck.
Leaning back to accommodate both of them, I broke the kiss and sighed happily.
They nuzzled into my shoulders as I held them close, trailing my fingertips
along the length of their arms.
“Mmm,” she breathed.
“Mmm,” he agreed.
“Mmm,” I concluded.
~*~*~*~
“Hermione.”
“Pansy.”
“Blaise.”
To the outside world, nobody would think we were more than acquaintances. With
all the same-sex couples holding hands and snogging in the corridors, they were
too involved in each other to pay us any attention. We simply nodded our
acknowledgements and went about our business, and nobody was the wiser.
Every night, however, we came together and accepted our fates.
The three of us had an understanding.
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othing but the way she smelled with her excitement. She had placed one of her
legs over his shoulder while the other pushed against the bed beside his head,
spreading herself to him. The one on his back dug into the area beneath his
shoulder, but he didn’t care. If being bruised was the price he had to pay to
have this vision of beauty climax beneath him, then he wouldn’t mind if his
entire body was black and blue. And climax she did. A cry of pure orgasmic
bliss ripped form her throat, her entire body tensing beneath his hands and
against him. Her back arched and her head thrown back even as she tried to pull
her hips back and away from his face. But he held her there, continuing his
ministrations of her sex until she had fully ridden out every wave of her
pleasure.
Pulling away from her center, he stood between her legs, gently rubbing his
thumbs against her hip, where faint red marks told him he had held her in place
too hard. But he knew it wasn’t too hard – no, she liked the bite combined with
the pleasure he had given her. Looking down at her body, her chest heaved as
her breaths came in deep, labored pants, while her legs and abdominal muscles
clenched and relaxed as her body worked to calm itself down. Bending over, he
kissed both her hips and the red marks upon them, and worked his way up her
body. Each of his kisses were placed with care, grazing her body as he gave her
time to gather herself once more. By the time he reached her face, her
breathing had returned to normal, and he kissed her forehead. Looking into her
eyes, he silently asked permission. Words weren’t needed between them – they
understood each other. She nodded her head once.
Reaching between them he guided his member into her sex, committing to memory
the look on her face as he settled himself with her. As he worked his body
against and with hers, her breaths began to come in shallow pants once more.
Her eyes shut, and sounds of encouragement met his ears. She was wet, and warm,
and soft slickness against his member – and everything he could have hoped she
would be in this moment. Her flushed skin was slick with sweat as he ran one
hand over her stomach as the other guided a leg to bend, holding her beneath
her knee. Tightness began to coil within his core, and the hand on her stomach
slid between them to rub the bundle of nerves above her sex. One of her hands
reached behind her to grasp the sheets of his bed above her head even as her
other hand slid down her body to grasp his fingers, urging him on in the quest
toward completion. She turned her head, biting into the sheets and letting out
a cry, her fingers stilling while his did not as he felt her clench around him.
Just as she was riding the last wave of her pleasure, he pulled out, emptying
himself on the floor beneath them, pumping himself dry.
His own breaths were labored, and for a brief moment he closed his eyes. He
could hear nothing but the sounds of their heavy breaths mixing together. Could
smell nothing but their excitement joined together. Could feel nothing but his
own exhaustion and her sweat-slicked flesh beneath his fingertips. Could taste
nothing but her upon his lips. When he finally opened his eyes, he could see
only her, looking back at him. For a moment, they both stayed where they were –
her, spread to him upon his bed – and him, standing before her in all his glory
for all he was worth. Neither of them said a word. He didn’t think they had to
– they had an understanding of each other. And after that moment, after that
moment of complete understanding, she smiled.
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