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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Ginny_Weasley/Pansy_Parkinson
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson
  Additional Tags:
      Ginny_Weasley_-_character, Pansy_Parkinson_-_Character, Femslash,
      Cunnilingus, Angry_Sex, Punishment, Blackmail, Hogwarts, Deathly_Hallows_
      (timeline)
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-03-19 Words: 1275
****** Alpha Female ******
by Musyc
Summary
     There can only be one top dog in Hogwarts. Ginny and Pansy have their
     own battle in the middle of war.
Myrtle's bathroom wasn't officially off-limits, though no one would know, as
little as it was visited. It had been visited even less since that spectacled
freak had sliced open her darling Draco, and it was that reason she'd chosen it
for this little spot of revenge.
"Pugfaced bitch thinks she's top dog, then?"
Pansy watched with amusement as Ginny struggled to reach her wand despite the
Incarcerous holding her arms behind her back. "I suppose I do," she said, and
giggled as she pushed Ginny between two of the ancient, stained sinks. "Only
enough room for one alpha female here," she murmured, stroking Ginny's hair
back from where it had stuck to her forehead, already beaded with sweat. "Guess
we'll just have to fight it out."
"You're not worth fighting, Parkinson." Ginny's shirt buttons strained as she
twisted against her ropes, and Pansy touched one with the tip of her nail. She
flicked it open, a pale green bra flashed in the small gap, and both girls
stilled.
Pansy thought she heard the smallest gasp, the slightest hitch of breath, and
she met Ginny's eyes. Without looking away, she slid her hand into the gap of
Ginny's shirt and palmed one breast. Ginny shuddered, her nipple stiffening and
poking through the cup of her bra to tease Pansy's hand. Pansy smiled. Smirked.
"Maybe we won't need to fight it out after all." She squeezed, hard, and Ginny
arched into her hand.
"Bitch," Ginny said again, but there was too much longing in the word to make
it an insult. Pansy laughed with sheer glee and gripped Ginny's shirt, yanking
the sides apart and sending buttons skittering across the bathroom. There was
no protest, no complaint, only a shaky inhale and an even shakier exhale.
Pansy stroked Ginny's hair. "Good girl." She locked her fingers around Ginny's
ponytail and shoved her to her knees. "Pretty little puppy. Give us a kiss."
Ginny looked up, brows knotted from pain and dawning realization, mouth open,
little pink tongue flicking at her lip. Pansy used her free hand to ruck up her
skirt and expose soft cotton knickers. She tapped her mound with one finger and
smiled. "Kisses, puppy."
She pulled forward until she could feel Ginny's nose prodding through the white
cotton, could feel Ginny's chin pushing the material into the folds of her
labia. Ginny tried to lean back and Pansy shook her, shook her hard with a
tight grip in her hair that made her rock on her knees. "I said kisses. Be a
good girl, give us a lick, and you'll walk out of here without anyone having to
know." She canted her hips, pressing into Ginny's mouth. "Be a very good girl,
and I'll see about getting some of those firsties out of Madam Carrows' sight
for a week or two."
The Carrows were creative. They liked to focus their attention on Gryffindors
because it was Potter's house, and on the young ones because they screamed
louder. At least one little girl was going to walk with a limp for the rest of
her life. The housemates tried hard to defend each other, silly little lions
with their silly little codes of honor and chivalry and never a thought for
their own safety. Ginny sighed, her breath hot against Pansy's knickers, and
Pansy giggled, knowing she'd just won.
She felt the tip of a warm tongue pushing underneath the edge of her knickers,
and she tugged the fabric aside as a little sign of assistance, a symbol of
fair play. Ginny's tongue lapped against her clit and Pansy bit her lip as she
watched the ginger hair moving under her hand. Ginny was tentative, but a girl
who talked that often, that loudly, was a girl with a strong tongue, and she
learned fast. She lifted Pansy's clit on her tongue, drew it between her lips
to suck at it, and soon enough Pansy's thighs were trembling as Ginny worked.
She directed Ginny with twists of her hand in that thick ponytail, aimed her
head up and down, pushed her tongue deeper. Pansy arched her back and pressed
her hips into Ginny's mouth, trying to get that hot tongue into her cunt. The
angle was wrong, her knickers were in the way, and she grunted in frustration.
It seemed she wasn't the only one, because she heard a small groan. "Ropes,"
Ginny mumbled, forcing her head back enough to speak. "Take the ropes off,
Parkinson. Please."
The ropes came off. Ginny grabbed her hips, the girls spun in place, and Pansy
leaned against one of the sinks, gripping the cold porcelain with both hands as
Ginny yanked her knickers to her ankles. Pansy stepped out of them, parted her
thighs, and dropped her head back with a moan. Ginny's fingers pushed between
her legs and spread her open, then Ginny's tongue was back on her, flicking at
her clit, pushing into the channel of her cunt.
Pansy laid one hand against the back of Ginny's head, cradling it gently for a
moment before she grabbed Ginny's ponytail and pulled her head back. "More,"
Pansy demanded. "Get your fingers in there. Fuck me."
Ginny obeyed with such speed that Pansy was startled, and her free hand
scrabbled at the sink behind her, slipping on the chilled surface. She yelped,
then groaned, as Ginny's fingers slipped deep into her; she screamed with
pleasure as Ginny's fingers twisted inside her and a sensitive spot in her cunt
throbbed. Ginny laughed, the sound muffled against Pansy's body, and her
fingers curled to rub across that spot again.
Pansy's hips jerked, pushing her clit into Ginny's mouth. She shrieked as Ginny
sucked it between her lips, as Ginny flicked her tongue against the heated
flesh, over and over in rapid circles. Close, so close, so close that her body
ached. She strained, every muscle tensed, and she reached for orgasm
desperately. "More, more, more," she chanted, and Ginny responded, fingers
thrusting, tongue fluttering.
Pansy cried out and came, her cunt tightening around Ginny's fingers, her
fingers tightening in Ginny's hair. She shook and writhed against the sink, and
she couldn't summon enough strength to keep control of Ginny, who jerked out of
her grasp and stood. Instead of running, Ginny rubbed her wet fingers across
Pansy's lips, slid them into Pansy's mouth to be licked clean. Pansy groaned
and Ginny stepped closer. Their breasts pressed together as they kissed, both
girls wrapping their arms around the other in a tight, needy embrace. Ginny was
panting, grinding her hips into Pansy's, and she broke the kiss long enough to
plead, her breath hot on Pansy's ear. "Please. Please. Let me. My turn."
Pansy turned her head and bit Ginny on the side of the neck, sinking her teeth
in hard until she knew she'd leave a mark. She grabbed Ginny's thick ponytail
and jerked, pulled Ginny away from her, shoved Ginny to the floor. "Bad puppy,"
she said, fighting for enough breath to speak clearly. "Begging is rude. Sounds
like you need a few lessons in obedience." She smoothed down her skirt and
picked up her knickers, balling them up to be shoved into a pocket. She rushed
to the door before Ginny could move, then turned to look back as Ginny called
her name.
"Parkinson. What about your promise?"
Pansy looked at Ginny on the cold floor, shirt open, breasts heaving, and she
smiled. "I'll keep it. Be here tomorrow, and I'll think about more. Your little
Gryffindors aren't the only ones you want to protect, right?" Pansy laughed as
Ginny's face twisted, and she left the bathroom, grinning.
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