A/N: This is my first real "dark" fic I've written. Tell me if it turns out well.
WARNING: Explicit sex.
Pansy Parkinson walked sulkily in the darkness as she made her way back to Hogwarts. She flicked her thumb and brought a lighter up to the stiff cigarette that hung from her pouted lips, and then stopped to take a drag. The smoke rushed through her throat and into her lungs, lingering only for a second before Pansy breathed it out her nose. The smoke tickled her upper lip, and it was the most comforting thing she had felt all night. Pansy put the muggle lighter back in her pocket and continued walking. Draco had stayed behind; he said he had more business to take care of and left Pansy to walk back alone. Draco had just given Pansy an ultimatum, which she had already decided on. It was a pretty easy choice choosing between life and death.
She reached the Hogwarts gate and flicked her cigarette butt on the ground. The looming shadows of the old castle were cast over the grounds, the gate, and where she was standing – in utter darkness. It was an ominous, unusual darkness tonight, blacker than Pansy had ever seen. Smoke still lingered around her; a smell that would be infused into her clothes for days, months even, as a result of this new habit. Pansy looked up once at the castle, eyes focusing on a particular lit window. Gryffindor tower, head girl's dormitory, third window from the right. She could only see the outline, but she knew the girl was there, waiting for her in trepidation.
Pansy began to walk towards the castle in the pitch black night, a night as black and as wrong as her desires.
There were no students roaming the dark stone corridors as Pansy made her way to Gryffindor tower, which Pansy was grateful of. She couldn't afford to run into any obstacles at her current state; she wasn't exactly in an agreeable mood.
Suddenly, Pansy saw a tall shadow emerge from around the corner in front of her. "Shit," she muttered under her breath as she froze in place. The shadow bobbed back and forth, as if the person was walking around in a circle, but the person never came around the corner. Pansy relaxed a little when she heard a door slam.
Around the corner was, as Pansy knew, Severus Snape's office. She had taken to using the dungeon lately to get to Gryffindor tower; it was slightly more time consuming but there was a smaller risk of running into a pesky prefect. Pansy had an inkling as to what made Snape pace around at this hour, but she wasn't going to stick around to see if her guess was correct.
Pansy finally exited the dungeons and was now in Gryffindor tower. The portrait of the corpulent hag stood in front of her, and she all but spat out the word "dungbombs" in her haste. She walked to the third door on the right and pulled out a rusty key, inserting it into the lock. The echoing loud click of the lock rang throughout the hall, and Pansy knew horror had just spawned in the heart of the girl inside the room. She smiled at the thought.
Pansy opened the door and closed it behind her immediately. The room was dimly lit by a singular candle, which illuminated the other girl's face almost eerily.
"Granger," Pansy smiled, pocketing her key.
"Pansy," Hermione swallowed, looking towards the ground.
Hermione was studying, as she always did before Pansy came. The large tome that sat in front of her was opened almost directly in the middle, and Hermione's right hand was still resting gently on the rough pages of the book. The candle's light, while making her face seem eerie, cast an almost beautiful spell over Hermione's features. Each shade of brown in her wavy hair was visible, and her lips, slightly moist, were parted and gleaming in the light.
"Stand up." Pansy ordered, her hands to her sides.
Hermione obeyed immediately, not making eye contact.
Pansy strode swiftly over to the other girl and grasped her mouth roughly in her hand, making her lips pout.
"I'm not…" Pansy began to unbutton Hermione's shirt aggressively with her other hand, "..in a very good mood tonight…" She whipped Hermione's head to the side while letting go of her mouth, "…so please," she tore off the Gryffindor's shirt and tossed it to the side. Hermione's eyes were still downcast and red. She was shaking slightly. Pansy grabbed her waist with both hands and threw her on top of the mattress of Hermione's canopy bed. Hermione bounced slightly before coming to rest.
The crescent moon shone through the window and lit up the curves of Hermione's body as she lay there, shivering. Pansy climbed on all fours on top of her.
"I want you to look at me when I fuck you," she said.
Pansy pushed her lips on Hermione's, tangling up her fingers in Hermione's thick brown curls and pulling her closer. She drove her tongue into the other girl's mouth violently, almost choking her. Pansy moved her mouth to Hermione's ear and began to unclasp her bra.
"You have no idea…what I've been through tonight," she whispered venomously. Pansy dug her fingernails deep into Hermione's back and smiled in delight at the squeal that resulted. Her fingers dragged down on skin until they reached the back of Hermione's skirt, right above her buttocks. Two fingers pulled the little black zipper down until it was loose enough to take off.
Pansy enclosed one of Hermione's nipples in her mouth, and nibbled on it almost painfully. Hermione instinctually moved her arms to push Pansy away, but Pansy growled at this and pushed both of Hermione's hands down with her own. The Gryffindor squirmed beneath her, and Pansy grinned.
"I guess I forgot something tonight," she smiled, pulling her wand out from where it was tucked in on the back of her skirt. She gave a curt flick and a thick rope began to bind Hermione's hands together behind her back. "Don't fuck with me, Granger." Pansy then unexpectedly drove two fingers inside Hermione, and she heard the other girl gasp in pain. Pansy lowered her face to meet Hermione's, and began to suck on her lower lip as she simultaneously moved her fingers quickly back and forth.
"Don't think there is any way of getting out of this," Pansy mumbled into Hermione's mouth. "I – " – she grabbed Hermione's breast with her free hand – "know you've been questioning my power." Pansy began to massage Hermione's breast and started to suck her neck. "But I'm about to have more power than you could ever imagine." Pansy began to move even faster in and out of Hermione. "Of course, it's not like I have a choice – " – she began to bite at the skin on Hermione's neck, now – "Draco, my dear Draco, has given me a 'choice' – hah…" Pansy's brow furrowed in anger – "There is no choice, though, my Hermione…" Pansy inserted a third finger and Hermione moaned in pain – "…you can't fuck with the Dark Lord." Hermione's body suddenly shook violently beneath her and Pansy pulled out her fingers. There were tears running down Hermione's face as she closed her eyes tightly; tears which glimmered almost beautifully in the moonlight.
Still straddling Hermione, Pansy brought her fingers close to her face. There was a sign of blood coating her fingers, but Pansy was looking at her forearm, wondering how it would look soon with the Dark Mark emblazoned onto it.