Warnings: Women loving women explicitly, including but not limited to some anal and a strap-on enchanted to be real. If that's not your thing, don't read.

A/N: Whoops. I really had no intention of writing a second chapter for this story until I started wondering what a second chapter would look like. So here it is. Hope you enjoy ^_^

Pansy groaned at the feel of Hermione steadily pushing into her again, her pleasure bordering on frustration. It hadn't taken long for her lover to move on with her plans to punish Pansy once she'd decided there was no point in trying to return to sleep. She'd climbed off the bed to pull their toy chest out from underneath and after a few moments of searching through it, she'd found what she wanted.

She'd wasted no time donning the sleek black harness that could be mistaken for a stylish pair of boy shorts save for the ring in the front where Hermione then slid one of their favorite dildos -a 9 inch, dark red phallus with a slight curve at the tip- into place. Pansy's breathing had increased, her excitement reaching new heights as she watched Hermione then grab her wand. She'd tapped the harness twice and it had shimmered before seemingly evaporating into thin air. As for the dildo, where it once sat a fleshlike penis with a slight red tinge jutted proudly from Hermione's hips.

Pansy had watched with lidded eyes as Hermione put her wand away and when she reached for her new appendage running her fingers lightly over the shaft to test its sensitivity, Pansy squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure between her legs. Hermione had wrapped her fingers around the shaft, giving a few experimental strokes and when she shuddered in pleasure, her eyes falling closed, Pansy couldn't stay away a second longer.

She'd risen from the bed and crossed the distance between them in two strides, her lips covering Hermione's in a fevered kiss as she pressed her entire body against the bookworm's. She'd relished the feel of her lover's new member trapped between them, warm flesh pulsating against her stomach as she devoured Hermione's mouth.

She'd been too eager to stay for long and soon she was pressing hurried kisses across Hermione's jaw and down her body until she was on her knees before her. She'd pressed her face against her lover's abdomen, breathing in her scent before biting the flesh harshly. Hermione had hissed and Pansy had smirked up at her unapologetically and then turned her attention to the newest addition to her lover's sublime form.

She'd pressed sweet kisses along Hermione's length from the base to the tip and was delighted to find that when she licked her lips she tasted her lover's delectable cunt. Hermione had somehow managed to coat the phallus in her own juices without Pansy noticing as an extra special treat, and Pansy had the fleeting thought that if she hadn't already given all of herself to the know-it-all, she would have right then and there.

After that pleasant discovery, Pansy wasted no time wrapping her lips around the head of her lover's very real dick and began to suck softly, her tongue swirling around the tip. Hermione's entire body shuddered again and Pansy looked up past the bruise forming beside the bookworm's navel, and her heaving breasts before meeting lidded chocolate eyes. She'd had all of Hermione's attention and she made a show of taking all of the other girl into her mouth.

Hermione groaned then at not only the sight of Pansy taking all of her in one go, but at the feel of being sheathed in Slytherin's throat. Pansy'd swallowed around her member and Hermione's head fell back with another groan, her control over the situation quickly unraveling around them. Pansy pulled her mouth off of Hermione just long enough to collect all of the other girl's juices on her tongue before taking her lover's shaft into her mouth again.

When Hermione tangled her fingers in sleek black hair, Pansy was all too happy to sit still while her usually composed lover couldn't resist thrusting shallowly into her mouth. It hadn't lasted long though. Once Hermione had regained her wits, she'd pulled Pansy's mouth off of her completely. Their eyes met again and Hermione tilted Pansy's head back even as she bent over to reach her lips. They shared a slow, thorough kiss before Hermione pulled back.

"Enough." She'd sighed against Pansy's lips. "I have other plans for you. Get on the bed."

Now Pansy found herself on her back, her spread legs dangling over Hermione's forearms while the other girl held onto her thighs as she thrust into her lover at a steady pace. She made sure her measured strokes took the same amount of time coming out of the Slytherin as going in and it was slowly driving Pansy insane.

She loved how full she felt when Hermione was buried completely inside her but she needed more. She'd tried telling the bookworm that on several occasions since the girl had first entered her, but her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as Hermione maintained her steady pace. They'd been at it for over twenty minutes and Pansy's patience had finally run out. Suddenly she buried her hand in Hermione's thick curls and forcefully pulled her head down until they were sharing the same breath.

"Fuck me like you mean it." She practically sneered in Hermione's face and was rewarded with a particularly forceful thrust of Hermione's hips. She mewled when the other girl pulled back at the same measured pace, nearly pulling out of her completely, only to push back into her with another sharp thrust.

"I always fuck you like I mean it." Hermione murmured as she pressed soft kisses to her lover's jaw. She gave another hard thrust, this time angling her hips in a way that allowed her stroke Pansy's G spot every time she pushed inside the other girl and Pansy moaned her appreciation.

"Whether I'm licking that sweet little cunt of yours until you melt, or drilling you into bed until you black out, I mean it." Hermione whispered prompting Pansy to drag her sharp nails down the bookworm's entire front. It wasn't very often that she talked dirty to Pansy, but when she did it felt like a jolt of electricity straight to Pansy's clit and she reacted accordingly, her hips bucking to meet Hermione's.

Hermione for her part merely flinched at her girlfriend's harsh touch before adjusting their position so that Pansy's calves were resting on her shoulders, nearly bending the petite girl in half as ink stained fingers grasped pale hips, keeping them pinned to the bed.

"How could I not when I can have you any way I want?" Hermione continued softly as if she hadn't been interrupted and Pansy moaned, desperately wanting to bury her face in the know-it-all's neck as she exerted her dominion over the Slytherin's body. Due to their new position the most she could do was grip Hermione's arse and hold on as her lover took her thoroughly. "How could I not when your legs practically fall open for me anytime I come near you as if you can't help yourself?"

"That's because I can't." Pansy admitted with a hiss. Ever since that day in their third year when she'd given into her desires and buried her face between Hermione's legs behind Hagrid's hut, Pansy'd had trouble controlling herself around the other girl. If Hermione got too close all she could think about was getting on her back, or knees, or however else the Gryffindor might want her and let the bookworm do as she pleased, as if Pansy were hardwired to do so. It had been a never-ending torment for her until Hermione had admitted one night that it was difficult for her to be near Pansy and not want her as well.

"And why would you want to," Came Hermione's response as her tempo changed and suddenly she was thrusting into her lover with purpose, barely pulling all the way out before burying herself in Pansy again. The Slytherin cried out at the sudden spike in pleasure, almost missing as Hermione said, "Not when you could have my cock inside you anytime you want."

Pansy cried out, her hips trying and failing to buck into Hermione's unrelenting thrusts. She could barely catch her breath, her heart pounding in her ears and all she wanted was more. More of Hermione's body, and her mouth, and the filthy words spilling from her lips as easily as if she were reciting a spell and Pansy couldn't get enough. She wanted to feel the other girl not only in her body, but in her blood, in her very soul, and being the know-it-all that she was, Hermione did everything in her power to make that a reality.

"Are you going to come?" Hermione asked when all Pansy could do was moan continuously with each breath she took. She nodded her head frantically; her eyes squeezed shut and causing her to miss Hermione's small mischievous smile.

"Me too." She whispered and then she was gone, just like that. She hadn't simply stopped; her body had disappeared from Pansy's completely, leaving her bereft, alone, and on the verge of tears. Her eyes snapped open to see what had happened only to slam shut again with a tortured moan when she spotted Hermione kneeling at the bottom of the bed, her fist wrapped tightly around the base of her enchanted member in an attempt to keep her orgasm at bay as her heavy panting matched Pansy's.

"Why did you stop?" Pansy gasped, resisting the near painful urge to finish herself off after having had her orgasm stolen.

"We're not finished." Was Hermione's only explanation once she found some semblance of control again. "Turn over."

Pansy whimpered as she obeyed the command and settled onto her stomach, all the different possibilities her new position afforded them flashing through her mind. She felt the bed shift as Hermione moved toward her again. She reached for a couple pillows and tapped Pansy's hip lightly. Pansy complied with the silent directive, raising her hips high enough for her lover to place the pillows beneath her before she settled onto the pillows comfortably, her arse propped in the air.

Hermione ran her hand down Pansy's back in a soothing caress and the Slytherin relaxed even more.

"Good?" Hermione inquired as she continued to rub her girlfriend's back and Pansy hummed her approval, her head settling onto her arms as she waited for her lover's next move. Out of all the things she envisioned, what Hermione asked next never crossed her mind.

"How many times did you call me a mudblood?" She asked casually, her caress traveling all the way down to her arse this time, causing Pansy to tense. She'd completely forgotten that Hermione had promised to punish her for that indiscretion.

"Pansy?"

"Once." She answered and almost instantly Hermione was bringing the flat of her hand down against one of Pansy's arse cheeks, causing the girl to cry out. Her hips jumped away from the punishing hand, pressing into the pillows beneath her, only to push back into Hermione's hand as she soothed away the sting of her lash.

"Are you sure?" She asked only to bring her hand down again, this time on the other cheek, before Pansy had the chance to do anything other than open her mouth to reply. The air whooshed out of her lungs as a loud groan and she barely heard Hermione say, "Don't lie."

She waited patiently for Pansy to catch her breath which the other girl was grateful for.

"I may have mentioned mudbloods in general while referring to you." The Slytherin admitted begrudgingly and Hermione hummed in response.

"That sounds about right." She replied, absently rubbing the reddening skin of her lover's bottom. "Twenty lashes ought to do it, don't you think?"

Pansy barely had time to do more than whimper before Hermione brought her hand down on the same exact spot she'd hit the first time.

"Count them for me darling." Hermione instructed over the sound of Pansy's high pitched whine before her hand came down again, alternating cheeks as she did.

Somehow Pansy managed to keep count, crying out the numbers as her body rapidly fluctuated between the intense pain and pleasure Hermione was raining on it. By the tenth lash she could barely breathe. By the fifteenth she was so soaked she could feel her arousal trailing down her thighs and onto the sheets beneath her, and by the time she reached twenty, it was all she could do to gasp the number breathlessly, her head swimming with endorphins.

"Good girl." Hermione murmured, her hand returning to soothe the pain she'd inflicted on her girlfriend. She shifted until she was kneeling directly behind Pansy, her eyes glued to the other girl's drooling cunt.

"Look at the mess you made." She continued softly as Pansy tried to regain her breath. She swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth as she realized she hadn't really tasted her girlfriend all night. Something she intended to rectify presently. "I suppose it can't be helped."

That was the only warning Pansy received before Hermione grasped her arse firmly, pulling the cheeks apart as her thumbs spread her slit open wide. She bit into her bottom lip, her loud moan echoing throughout the room as Hermione dragged her tongue through her folds. The know-it-all paused just long enough to lick Pansy's thighs clean before her clever tongue was pushing through her folds again in search of her clit.

The angle wasn't ideal and Pansy raised her hips to give her lover better access only for Hermione's grip to tighten as she held the Slytherin in place. Her tongue pulled back just far enough to lap at Pansy's entrance a few times before finally pushing it into the other girl. Pansy mewled at the feel of her girlfriend steadily sliding her tongue inside of her. Her fingers grasped the sheets tightly, her back arching as much as it could while Hermione proceeded to tongue fuck her.

Just as she began to feel the stirrings of her orgasm in the pit of her stomach, Hermione pulled away again, but whatever protests she'd been about to voice morphed into a scream as Hermione buried all 9 inches of her previously neglected member into Pansy in one thrust.

Hermione stayed put just long enough for Pansy to catch her breath before she was pounding into her lover with all she had. Pansy turned her head into the bed to muffle her moans as they started to increase in volume, prompting Hermione to grip the hair at the back of her head tightly and pull her head back and away from the bed.

"Let me hear you." She growled and Pansy moaned loudly in response.

"Hermione..." She pleaded, not knowing what it was she was begging for until she felt her lover's thumb ease between her arse cheeks to press against the back entrance she found there. Pansy mewled again, her nails ripping through the sheets as Hermione's thumb rubbed at the puckered opening a couple times before pushing past the tight ring of muscle and into her arse.

"Gods, yes!" Pansy shrieked as Hermione took possession of her entire body, the immense pleasure ripping her mind to shreds as her lover fucked her for all she was worth and then some. She murmured and babbled, screamed, cried and everything in between, all the while begging Hermione to never stop fucking her. She couldn't be sure but she thought she heard Hermione promise she wouldn't and just like that she was there.

"I'm going to-" She tried to warn breathlessly as she bucked beneath the other girl's relentless thrusting. "I'm going to come."

"Go ahead." Hermione encouraged just as breathless, her entire body trembling at the thought of Pansy coming while she was so deep inside her. "It's just us. No one's here to see you come all over my cock while I fuck your arse like some common whore."

And then Pansy was coming, wave after wave of her orgasm crashing over her, Hermione's words ringing in her ears. Hermione moaned loudly, burying her face in Pansy's hair as the other girl's vaginal walls collapsed around her member, squeezing so tightly Hermione could barely move. She rutted against her lover's bottom, her thumb still pushing into Pansy's tight passage, and soon she too was coming.

Though there was no semen, there was something oh so satisfying about coming inside her girlfriend and Pansy seemed to agree, groaning as her cunt fluttered and clenched around Hermione through another smaller orgasm.

It took them a few minutes to catch their breath before Hermione finally moved to roll off of Pansy. Only the other girl rolled with her, grasping Hermione's hand and pulling it around her waist so that they were spooning with bookworm's member still buried inside her.

"As much as I enjoy this position," Hermione started, trying and failing to retrieve her hand from the Slytherin. "Wouldn't you like it better if I-"

"No." Pansy replied, already knowing what Hermione was going to say. Hermione frowned at not only being interrupted but at Pansy's petulant response. She pushed up, leaning on her elbow so that she could really look at her lover, only to meet defiant green eyes.

"Pansy, I'm not keeping this thing on. The enchantment is going to wear off soon and it's going to be terribly uncomfortable for both of us."

"I don't care." Came the petulant response.

"Pansy," She tried again, this time her tone admonishing, but Pansy stopped her with a glare.

"I want you to stay." She stated firmly, leaving no room for argument as her eyes bore into Hermione's causing the bookworm to sigh.

"Fine, but I better not be late tomorrow because we got stuck together."

"We're already stuck together." Pansy teased only to receive a frown from the know-it-all. She smiled and leaned up to press a lingering kiss to the downturned lips until she felt Hermione smile in return.

"I love you." She sighed, their previous exertions finally catching up with her as she settled onto the bed again, her eyes falling closed.

"I know." Hermione whispered and Pansy laughed softly, relaxing into her lover's arms as she too settled down and followed Pansy into their dreams.