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Pansy Parkinson was on a mission. A mission to find one Hermione Granger and annoy the pants off her. It had been Pansy’s favourite pastime for the last seven years, after all, and who was she to deny herself one of her greatest pleasures.
The swot wasn’t at breakfast and Pansy had traversed no less than four floors of Hogwarts looking for her, becoming more irritated by the minute.
With spring well and truly in bloom in Scotland, Pansy made her way outside and onto the castle grounds where she had caught Granger walking near the south side of the Black Lake just yesterday. The warmer weather made the witch forgo her sweater and tights, leaving Pansy to ogle her tanned legs as she approached her.
That was where Pansy was headed now, hoping for similar results.
Disappointed, she was not, when she happened upon the mass of curls that could only belong to her target. Granger was sitting with her shoes off, legs dangling in the water off the side of the dock. Pansy drank her fill of long tanned legs and watched as she pushed her hair back, leaving her hand to rest on the side of her neck. Her skin glistened in the early afternoon sun.
“Granger! There you are!” Pansy shouted. She swore she saw her eyes roll even though she was still several meters away.
“What do you want, Parkinson?” Granger said in a bored drawl as Pansy stepped onto the worn wood that extended out over the lake.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Why?” She hadn't looked up at Pansy yet, eyes still stuck on the pages of the text she was reading. It was an old and damaged potions book and Pansy was sure she had a much nicer copy in the library at home. She could easily owl her mother and ask her to send it later in the day.
“Why weren’t you at breakfast?”
“Wasn’t hungry.”
“Liar,” she teased, tapping Granger’s bare knee with the toe of her shoe.
Granger glared at her and snapped her textbook closed, setting it beside her. Pansy had the knee-jerk reaction to kick it over the edge and followed through, laughing as she did so. The shriek that followed only made her laugh harder.
The poor girl kneeled down and waved her hand around in the water to no avail. Pointless, Pansy thought. That book was gone. Pansy would replace it though, she was doing her a favour.
What she had not anticipated was Granger getting to her feet and pushing her.
Pansy nearly lost her balance, Granger being a few inches taller and apparently very strong. They were witches, why was Granger shoving her like some muggle? Learned behavior from her parents, no doubt.
It was endlessly fascinating to Pansy the things she would catch Granger doing the muggle way when magic was literally at her fingertips.
She wanted to learn them all. Understand them all. Not do them, though, of course. She wasn’t sure her pureblood nature would allow her to forgo magic voluntarily. Her parents would surely disown her.
But at that moment, she thought it might be nice to try. So, she squared her shoulders and shoved Hermione Granger right back. And it felt good.
However, neither of them realised how close to the edge Granger still was. She teetered on her heels, arms flailing, and Pansy laughed and laughed until Granger wasn’t there anymore and a cool splash of water hit her shins.
She scanned the horizon waiting to see the mop of curly hair breach the surface, but it didn't happen.
“Oh, fuck,” she said to the now still water.
A panic settled into her bones. She knelt and looked around frantically, knuckles gripping the wood of the dock but only her reflection was looking back at her. “I bloody killed Hermione Granger.”
Pansy hesitated before falling back on years of training, standing and stretching her arms over her head and diving (in her opinion, quite beautifully) into the water. A sharp cold surrounded her, nearly stealing her breath and her eyes were blurry when she opened them. She stopped her dissent to pop a bubble-head charm on herself.
Now with proper vision and air to breathe she kicked her feet and headed for the depths of the Black Lake in search of the witch she loved to torment.
It wasn’t Pansy’s fault Granger's cheeks took on the most alluring shade of pink when she was angry. The way her voluminous hair crackled and sparked with every taunt. What she would give to bury her hands in it and feel the sting on her skin.
Pansy scanned the expansive murky green of the water with no signs of life until she came upon the tips of the plants that grew up in a forest from the sandy floor. It looked much different from here, versus the window from the Slytherin common room—much more ominous, and Pansy looked back at the surface of the water high above her head with dread.
A creature emerged from between the swaying weeds. Pansy recognised the merperson immediately, their distinct greyish skin and yellow eyes, but most importantly the long silver tail. She was glad to stumble upon it rather than a grindylow. Those were nasty little creatures that lived at the bottom of the lake, but often found their way to the edges of the castle to bite at the thick glass windows of her dorm room.
The creature snarled, showing Pansy its jagged, broken teeth. She wanted to ask if the merpeople had taken Granger but wasn’t sure if they would be of any help even if they hadn’t. They were not known for their generosity towards humans.
It spoke to her in what Pansy could only assume was mermish, but she didn’t understand the jumbled words. A dozen more of the merpeople surrounded her and Pansy began to panic again. She wondered if they were planning on letting her leave or if she was about to be captured and made into sushi.
In an instant they all dispersed, and Pansy was left staring down at the darkness within the deepest part of the Black Lake. An ominous energy surrounded her, casting shadow over the already gloomy water. She turned to see an enormous dark figure looming behind her.
Oh fuck.
Pansy had admired the giant squid from the comfort of the Slytherin common room from time to time, like the rest of the students in her house. It had never looked this big though. Seeing it through a glass lens was nothing to having it float towards her in the water.
Fear laced its way down her spine until she noticed that the beast had a tentacle wrapped around a dazed Granger, holding her out and inspecting her. That same fear morphed into fury in an instant.
How dare he.
Pansy wasn’t even sure if the squid was a he or a she, or if it was akin to frogs and toads and could change gender at will. It wasn’t like she paid attention in Care of Magical Creatures — was the squid even a magical creature?
None of that was important though because Granger, her Granger, was naked and being flipped about in the water like some fish specimen it was about to consume. The squid pulled the girl in close when it spotted Pansy and Hermione went limp in its hold.
Pansy rushed forward, undeterred by the giant slippery creature.
“Where is your wand, idiot?” she exclaimed, swimming closer, but the words echoed inside the magical bubble surrounding her head.
The squid snaked its tentacle around her back, putting her and Hermione chest to chest. She still had her wand in her hand and popped a bubble-head charm onto the other witch, thankful she got there in time. Luckily, Pansy was too worried about her state of consciousness to register the feel of her naked body against her.
”Granger,” Pansy shook her shoulders. “Granger, wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered and Pansy breathed a sigh of relief. Not dead. “You stupid witch. Who else am I supposed to annoy if you die?”
Pansy's heart began to race when Granger failed to respond to her taunt.
“Wake up,” Pansy repeated.
Nothing.
“Hermione!”
The other witch’s eyes opened then, wide and surprised, before falling half-lidded and fluttering closed again. A long moan filled the space between them, taking them both by surprise.
“Granger? Are you—hnnnngggg.” The squid's tentacle slipped its way down the front of Pansy’s knickers, and she felt the seams break.
She bucked against the intrusion, nearly headbutting Granger, and causing their bubble-head charms to merge together. One didn’t often wonder what a squid's suction cups might feel like moving across their cunt, but Pansy really couldn’t find it in herself to complain.
It was divine.
“What the hell is happening?”
It felt as though they were surrounded by a mass of underwater Devil’s Snare. A seemingly endless trail of long, slippery, curious appendages encircled their arms and legs. One ripped open the front of Pansy’s oxford, surely trying to get her as undressed as Granger was.
Pansy wasn’t one for wearing brassiers, what with such small breasts, she didn’t have much need. So, now she was really chest to chest with Granger, the other girl’s full breasts pressed tightly against her own as they bobbed in the water.
She could feel the squid moving around them, exploring every inch of exposed skin and sucking. Their faces were centimetres apart, each girl panting from the overwhelming sensations being forced on them. Pansy had the wayward thought of how much better it would all feel if she were kissing Granger right then.
And so she did.
It was a moment she had dreamed about since fourth year, and Hermione Granger had never been one to disappoint. Everything she did, she did well. Their tongues danced along each other and Pansy could taste a hint of the lemon tea she must have drank before coming down to the lake. It felt like Heaven.
Pansy let her hands explore almost as much as the salacious squid. She was having fun rubbing circles around Hermione’s nipple and pinching and plucking it until Hermione threw her head back, hips jumping as she was filled by the squid's tentacle.
Henry (that’s what Pansy had decided to call him at this point) took notice. The two longest of its tentacles had club-like hands on the ends with dozens of suckers on them. Henry latched on to Granger’s breasts and she shrieked in excitement, her nails digging into Pansy’s shoulders.
Pansy looked down between them at the twisting tentacle that was burrowing deeper into her long-time crush. The sight was mystifying and she felt a pang of jealousy that lasted about five seconds until another of the squid's arms poked and probed between Pansy’s legs. The squid spread her apart and entered her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Henry guided himself in slowly with the row of suction cups deliberately suckling at her front wall. It was all too much when he pulled out and pushed back in, snaking the length of the tentacle between their bodies and showing extra care to her clit until she was coming with a shout.
Hermione’s dazed eyes sparked like lightning a moment later, and Pansy could see the bulge in her lower belly where the squid was taking up all the room inside her.
Never in a millions years had Pansy expected the first time she had sex with Hermione Granger to include the giant fucking squid she had just named Henry, but there they were, coming over and over again around thick tentacles.
After a seemingly endless train of pleasure, the squid pulled out of the both of them and swished away into the darkness. Pansy was the first to come back to her body and pulled Hermione along with her towards the surface and back to real life.
Surely what just happened must have been a dream that she would likely wake up sweating from with her knickers soaked and a pillow between her legs. It had happened before, though previously her dreams had never included Hogwarts’ bloody giant squid.
The water around them lightened the higher they climbed until they breached the surface and the sun shined on their faces. It was much closer to the horizon now, making Pansy wonder just how long they had been down there with Henry.
Pansy still had Hermione’s hand in hers and dragged her along to the shoreline. They came up near a secluded cove far from the dock that they fell off of earlier.
“Salazar's tits, what just happened?” Pansy asked, nearly out of breath and completely spent.
When Granger didn’t answer her, she looked over to find the curly haired witch was bent over and holding her stomach. “Pansy, I don’t feel so good.”
She moved to sit down and Pansy got an eyeful of what was wrong. That animal hadn’t only stuffed her full of itself, but with its eggs. That must have been what the bulge was.
“Oh, hell no!” Pansy screeched. She rolled Hermione onto her back and pulled her legs apart. “I’m gonna fucking kill Henry.”
“What?” Hermione asked, shifting onto her elbows. “Who is Henry?”
“That damned squid is trying to impregnate you!” Pansy reached down and grabbed up the few eggs that had fallen out and held them out to her. They were coated in some sort of gelatinous goo. Hermione’s face was horrified.
Pansy got to work, doing her best to scoop out all of the eggs she could reach within Hermione's channel. There had to be hundreds of them.
She worked two fingers in with a sweeping motion and Hermione's head fell back to the shore. Her legs opened more and her hips bucked. “Easy now, Granger, let me help you for Merlin's sake. I cannot believe this.”
She kept going, using both hands, working herself inside of Hermione while the witch lay there canting her hips and pulling her in with little resistance. Pansy placed a palm on top of Hermione’s lower belly while her other hand moved slowly.
Pansy didn’t feel like she was reaching all of the eggs.
The squid had really pumped her full of them.
She could feel more, just out of reach, with the tip of her middle finger. She needed to get in more. The slimy substance encasing the eggs made for excellent lubrication and Pansy worked in a third finger, and then a fourth. She was sure that if she could just get the whole thing in there, she could successfully rid the witch of her predicament.
“That’s it, Hermione. Let me in. You’re doing great.”
Just a bit more, Pansy told herself. It was such a tight fit, even with how stretched she had been by the squid’s thick tentacle. With a little more coaxing, her thumb joined the rest of her fingers and she felt Hermione pulse around her.
She twisted her hand a few times in an elongated cupping motion, pushing down with her other palm from the outside. Hermione’s back arched off the floor as Pansy pulled out a mass of eggs and repeated the whole process again and again until she couldn’t feel any more.
“Holy fuck, Pansy,” Hermione cried out, her whole body convulsing as she contracted around Pansy’s fist, pushing her out, and soaking her arm and the ground beneath them.
All Pansy could do was watch the way Hermione’s hole gaped, her muscles twitching every few seconds from aftershocks. She’d never seen anything like it. Had never worked her entire fist inside someone before. It was a sight to behold.
“There,” Pansy said, sitting back on her haunches. Her eyes scanned the space between them now, the mess of little pearl sized eggs scattered about, and she felt satisfied that she had gotten all of them out of her.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Hermione said in disbelief.
“Me either,” Pansy told her, chuckling. She was still convinced she must be dreaming.
“I thought you hated me?”
There was a long pause and something strange passed between them. Understanding perhaps, but Pansy wasn’t willing to acknowledge her previous behaviour. So they stared at each other until the awkwardness subsided.
“I don’t think I can move,” Hermione groaned.
“You’re going to have to get up eventually.” She slapped the inside of her thigh playfully, then moved to lay down beside her. The birds chirped and clouds floated by lazily. It was all eerily peaceful to Pansy, it felt normal to be laying beside Hermione on the beach, when in all actuality it was the wildest afternoon of her life thus far.
It was a good quarter hour later before either of them had the energy to sit up, let alone stand.
Hermione shook her head and looked out at the expansive water then down at herself. “How am I to get back to the castle with no clothes?”
“Good question,” Pansy said, and then looked between the two of them. The squid had removed her knickers and ripped everything else she was wearing, but at least she still had the garments on, and she also had her wand on her, another thing Granger was without currently. “I guess one of us gets the shirt and the other gets the skirt?”
“I’ll take the shirt,” Hermione said primly.
While Pansy unbuttoned her oxford, Hermione picked up Pansy’s wand and held it at the ready to cast. She dried the fabric and lengthened it to appropriately cover herself. Pansy was stunned at the ease with which the other witch wielded her wand. As if it was her own.
For the first time since coming out of the water, Pansy was the one with her chest bare. Hermione eyed her small chest greedily. Her steps were slow and calculated as she made her way towards her. Before handing back her wand, Hermione dragged the tip of smooth chestnut down over her pebbled nipple.
“Don’t ever push me in the lake again,” she said, pressing Pansy’s wand into her hand.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Fire crackled in the air between them. Pansy winked and Hermione’s cheeks bloomed with that beautiful pink that made her want to drop to her knees.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Parkinson.”
Pansy watched as Hermione Granger walked off in her oxford shirt with the knowledge that she was completely bare underneath. And now that she had first hand experience of exactly what that looked like there was no way she’d leave Granger alone now—as if she had ever done that anyways.
“If not sooner,” she said, more to herself than the girl she had full intentions of shagging again as soon as possible.