Happy holidays, odds_are_evie! (Pansy/Ginny, NC-17) Title: Ginny’s Walking Dream Author/Artist: ? Recipient:odds_are_evie Rating: NC-17 Length: 2,036 Pairing(s): Ginny/Pansy Summary: Ginny pines over the thing she wants the most. Warning(s): None. Note: I tried to incorporate as many things as I could that were requested. This is my first time with this pairing but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope it is thoroughly enjoyed!
Ginny was sitting in the Quidditch Pitch scribbling in a notebook. The weather was just starting to turn. It was around dusk but you really couldn’t tell with all the clouds in the sky. The sun and the stars were blotted out by the large grey masses. The wind was starting to pick up too. Tonight there was supposed to be a storm of epic proportions.
Her red hair blew furiously in the wind and ruffled the edges of her red plaid uniform skirt. She had pulled the edges up to feel the grass rub gently all down her naked legs. She sighed and dropped her quill into the center of the book. She started blankly at the ink scrawled pages. She had written more than she had thought.
Ginny’s eyes moved to her fingers. Ink stained, yet again. But once the first stained happened her pale fingertips had always stayed a darker shade. Oh the pains of being a writer.
She gazed off into the distance. Writing had been her only release lately. Hogwarts was in turmoil, what with the Deatheater take over and all and those closest to her were off seeking their destiny.
But, all of these things were just background noise in her mind. No, the thoughts that consumed her were of one beautiful and sardonic Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson had become Ginny’s secret obsession. Maybe it was because she needed a distraction amidst all of the chaos. Maybe it was because Pansy was something Ginny knew she could never have. Or maybe it was the way Pansy’s button down shirt was always so wonderfully tight across her breasts.
Ginny wanted Pansy more than anything she had ever dreamed about. She had been idly lusting after Pansy for a while, more of a hobby then any thing else, until one night when Ginny had spotted Pansy by herself in the library. They were alone, nobody stayed out this late now unless they were looking for trouble. She had sauntered over to Ms. Parkinson, wanting just to see what would happen.
“Only naughty girls are out this late,” Ginny said barely above a whisper.
Pansy seemed startled; she had been reading something that she quickly shoved on the shelf before turning her gaze to Ginny.
“You should know something about it, Ginerva.”
Pansy seemed more playful than malicious, so Ginny ran with it. She leaned in closer.
“Now, why would say a thing like that?”
“First of all you are always the leader of pathetic attempts of rebellion against the staff.”
Ginny just gave her a ‘who me?’ look.
“Secondly, I have seen the way you stare at me when you think I am not looking.”
That took Ginny a moment to recover from.
She had noticed?
“And how have I been looking at you?”
“Like you want to see how I would look naked and panting under you.”
Pansy’s voice had dropped to a low growl. Ginny felt things low in her body tighten. Maybe that had been what she was thinking but she didn’t think she showed that much through her face.
Pansy pushed her body against Ginny before she could even tell what was happening. Then Pansy’s lips were crashing on Ginny’s. They were soft but firm. Ginny pushed her tongue into Pansy’s mouth. She wanted to taste as much of the raven-haired girl before the moment passed. She tasted sweet and of clove. Something different and dark.
Then Pansy was pulling away. She gave Ginny another look, half of lust, half of something else. She turned away and walked out of the library before Ginny could straighten her tie.
Since that night they had made eye contact a few times. Once, Ginny caught Pansy staring at her.
But also since that night Ginny had been consumed with thoughts of the raven haired girl. She was desperate to have another moment with her. Anything would do, just a little taste to sustain her.
Ginny had liked others, both girls and boys, but nothing was like her feelings towards Pansy. At night she would wank until she fell asleep, always with the image of Pansy burning in her mind.
Ginny’s thoughts cleared as she noticed cold drops of water hitting her. Not that she minded the rain but she should probably get out of the weather since all she was wearing was her school uniform. She got up and dusted off the back of her skirt.
She thought of going back to the castle but then thought better of it. She still wanted to be alone and at since this was past curfew someone would try and stop her when she came in.
Instead of walking to the castle she turned and headed towards the Quidditch locker rooms. Ginny figured she could just stay there for the night and go back to the castle around breakfast. Nobody would really notice. By the time she reached the door her hair was wet and plastered to her head. The white uniform top was now almost transparent with wetness.
Once she was inside, she went over to an empty locker and shoved her journal inside. She was going to try and resist writing more tonight. Ginny didn’t think she should deliberately torture herself for the rest of this evening.
Ginny looked around the locker room. She wondered if she should transfigure a bed or if she should find a towel to dry off with. It wasn’t too cold in the room now but she figured something warm and dry would be best for sleeping.
Before she could decide what to do Ginny heard a noise behind her. She knew she wasn’t alone. In one fluid motion she turned and drew her wand. But the one standing in the doorway was just who she wanted to see.
Pansy Parkinson stood staring at Ginny, a look of amusement on her face.
“Are you going to hex me?”
“Pansy…uh, what are you doing here?”
Pansy took a few steps, coming closer. Ginny noticed that Pansy was also wet. Water from her hair dropped onto her already wet blouse. Her nipples were straining against the fabric. Ginny licked her lips unconsciously.
“I should be the one asking you that, Weasley. I was doing my rounds near curfew and I noticed you never came back from when you left the castle earlier. I figured you would be here.”
Ginny met Pansy’s eyes.
“Why did you follow me then?”
“I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting into any type of trouble. I know what a rebel you think you are.”
It was Ginny’s turn to smile.
“I knew you had a special interest in me.”
Pansy stepped in closer. Now they were almost touching. When she let out a breath Ginny could feel it move across her skin.
Instead of saying anything else Pansy slammed her lips against Ginny’s. The force of the kiss made Ginny stagger and hit her back against the lockers, but Pansy stayed pressed against her.
Ginny shoved her tongue inside Pansy’s mouth. Wanting desperately to taste all she could of the other girl. Pansy moaned and bit down slightly on Ginny’s tongue. Ginny wrapped her arms around the slightly thinner girl. She could feel the wet, dark hair tickling her cheek.
Pansy pulled away from the kiss and stared wildly and Ginny.
“You taste like cherries.”
Ginny moved her hands to the front of Pansy’s shirt.
“I want to know how all of you taste.”
She started to unbutton Pansy’s top. Pansy started to help by removing her tie and tossing it on the ground. Ginny was almost done; she wanted to savor the moment, to revel the other girl to her slowly. Like a dream.
Pansy was breathing harder. Suddenly she reached up and ripped Ginny’s shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and baring her large breasts.
Ginny gasped at the sudden exposure. She had ditched the bra earlier and was now uncovered to the girl she wanted most.
“I was hoping your breasts would look this amazing, just how I pictured.”
Ginny slipped her hands under the other girls’ shirt and slipped it off. Finally. Pansy was bare from the waste up. Nice, medium sized breasts with small erect nipples. She covered them with her hands and palmed them gently. Pansy made a low noise, almost a growl, before pulling Ginny’s head back and kissing her again.
Ginny moved her hands to her arse and started to move her fingers under her skirt. She moved all over the smooth skin, noticing that is was bare, nothing was underneath the green plaid skirt.
Ginny was wet already. This was almost an overload. Pansy moved her leg and pushed her knee into Ginny’s pussy, leaving her breathless.
Pansy started to kiss down Ginny’s neck, then along her collarbone. She grabbed her tits, twisting the nipples harshly. Ginny cried out and felt Pansy smile against her skin. Pansy leaned in and kissed each nipple. She flicked her tongue out, gently caressing each nipple, making them almost painfully hard.
Pansy left her nipples and moved lower down her body. She
kissed down her flat stomach until she got to her waist of her skirt.
Her eyes met Ginny’s and that smirk was on her face again. Her hands disappeared then Ginny felt her panties being lowered. She lifted one of her legs out of the black lacey undergarment. She started to lower it again when Pansy went down on her knees and pulled the leg over her shoulder. Pansy gently lifted up her skirt and began kissing Ginny’s inner thigh.
It was a good thing Pansy was supporting some of her weight because Ginny felt most of the strength in her knees go out. Pansy moved inward slowly. Getting ever so close to what Ginny wanted most.
Ginny whimpered before she could stop herself.
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
Ginny almost screamed when she felt her tongue slide against her clit. Pansy sucked gently and flicked her tongue out at just the right time. Ginny was panting. Her hand went to Pansy’s head and pulled slightly on her hair, lost in the heat between her legs but wanting to encourage Pansy to never stop.
Pansy nipped lightly at the swollen clit. Her tongue pressed down roughly. The heat building in Ginny exploded and she rode out her orgasm against Pansy’s wanting mouth, pressing against the hard lockers.
Ginny slowly came back to her body and looked down at the smiling Slytherin.
“Did you enjoy that?”
Ginny still couldn’t speak correctly so she tried to just show her gratitude. She pulled Pansy up onto the long wood locker room bench. She pulled Pansy’s skirt off and pressed her down against the smooth wood. She took one of Pansy’s breasts in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could.
She moved her hand to feel Pansy’s waiting pussy.
She slipped one finger against Pansy. When she felt how wet she was Ginny almost came again. Pansy was moaning and writhing underneath her hand, wanting more contact. Ginny couldn’t help but oblige.
Ginny pressed her thumb against the hard clit and rubbed it gently, up and down. Pansy’s hips were moving in time, up and down, slowly, and pushing against her hand.
She pushed her first two fingers into her opening, never letting up with her thumb.
“Oh, Ginny, yes, yes.”
Ginny sat back and worked her hand into the other girl. Pansy locked eyes with her. She leaned down and pressed her lips against the stiff clitoris and inserted a third finger into the wet opening.
“Fuck me, yes, just like that. I need you Ginny…”
Pansy tensed for just a second, Ginny felt her tighten against her fingers, then she was screaming and thrusting against her. Ginny didn’t stop; she wanted Pansy to cum forever.
Pansy sat up and kissed Ginny again. She could taste the hint of herself and knew Pansy could taste the same thing.
The kiss seemed to last forever. Pansy broke the kiss first, panting still.
“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight.”
Ginny shook her head.
Why would she sleep when she had her favorite wet dream right here?