Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Sad but true.
Warnings: Femslash. If you've read the first two chapters, then you'll be alright.
Ash to Ash
I watched as she walked away, still stunned by what had just happened. All I had wanted to do was thank her for saving me from public humiliation. Ron and Harry had tried to talk me out of it but she had saved me from utter and total embarrassment twice, once I thought about it. The least I could do was thank her.
"But she's a Slytherin. She probably had some agenda. I wouldn't be surprised if she hexed you on the sly both times." Ron had said trying to convince me not to follow her into the bathroom.
"Don't you think I would have known by now if she hexed me?" I asked him, waiting for his answer.
"Maybe it's a delayed hex."
"No Hermoine. She is pure evil. Everything about her is evil. Her entire house is evil. Her wand is evil, the very blood that flows through her veins is evil."
"No Ron, the blood that runs through her veins is considered pureblood which is the only problem." I stated, deciding that I had heard enough of Ron's complaining.
"Even so Hermoine, I don't think you should be alone with her. She is still a Slytherin. One that hates you no less." Harry said with a concerned look on his face.
"I know that, Harry, but she isn't stupid. She won't try anything in broad daylight to the Head Girl with her best friends waiting for her, outside." I emphasized as we approached the girls bathroom.
"What! No. There is no way we're going to let you face her by yourself. She's…" Ron started.
"Evil. Yes I know." I said, cutting him off.
"Harry, tell her."
"Rules are still rules Ron. We can't just walk into the girls bathroom."
"What are you talking about? We do it all the time!"
"Ron. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. Besides, if she actually does try something, I'll just scream and you two can come to my rescue like you always do." I said before walking into the bathroom, not giving them a chance to answer.
When I reached the open area of the bathroom, she was staring into the mirror in front of her. She was watching every move I made as I stood next to the wall. She looked tense, as if I were the one who might try something.
"Thank you for saving me back there." I said, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. I didn't like the way she looked at me, causing shivers to run up and down my spine.
She said I was being full of myself, which I hardly believed to be true. I couldn't see how thanking someone for their help was anything but gratitude. My confusion must have showed as I tried to explain to her, but she cut me off.
Her eyes flickered, something barely noticeable if I weren't watching them so intently, as she explained her actions. My eyes drifted to her mouth, barely hearing a word she said. I wondered if it was filled with venom or if her tongue was painfully sharp or perhaps forked.
I did however hear when she called me a 'know-it-all' and twitched at the sneer in her voice. Then she turned around and I was confronted with the true affect her eyes had on me. Not dulled by the mirror I could feel a warm fire start in the pit of my stomach, getting hotter with every second that I kept looking into her eyes.
And then I wasn't looking into her eyes anymore as she started to leave. I didn't want her to go, not yet. Not when she had stated something in me that shouldn't have been. Not by her.
Maybe that's why I grabbed her. I wanted her to some how put out this steadily growing fire. I wanted her to smother it before it consumed me completely. I wanted to go back to the butterflies that fluttered around my stomach every time Ron smiled fondly at me
What I didn't expect when I grabbed her was for her to look directly into my eyes. The fire raged and spread throughout my body so fast, it made me dizzy. I bit back a groan as the fire caressed my stomach, my back, shoulders and other places that should not be reacting this way to her.
I had to stop this feeling some how, but I couldn't let go. I couldn't look away. Instead I told her I wanted to thank her. For what, I couldn't remember.
She wrenched her hand out of mine and told me not to touch her. I barely heard her but wasn't sure whether it was because of the pounding in my ears or if it was her. Letting go of her didn't help much. I couldn't think and my fingers began to burn, wanting to touch her again. 'I shouldn't have grabbed her.' I thought regretfully.
I started to attempt some kind of apology but she cut me off.
"No! Don't you get it? Why would I help a filthy Mudblood like you?"
I clenched my fists and told her not to call me that. I don't know why, but it made me angrier than it usually would. But not as angry as when she said "Why? Isn't it what you are?" She was smirking at me and I could feel the fire inside me rage with anger instead of desire.
Why did she have to be like that? Why did she have to provoke me the way she did? She made me so mad. All I wanted to do was wipe that smirk off of her face. The next thing I knew, I had her against the wall with my lips pressed firmly to hers.
I pulled back in shock, not knowing where my forcefulness came from. I looked into her eyes for a moment, seeing surprise and what looked a lot like anticipation, before deciding I didn't care where it came from. I brought my lips back to hers, using the tip of my tongue to taste her lips before pushing into her mouth.
She moaned and my mind exploded with sensation. Whether it was venom or purely her that I tasted, I didn't care. I had never tasted anything so good. It made my mind fuzzy with desire to imagine what other parts of her must taste like.
She tried moving and again surprised by my forcefulness, I pinned her against the wall. There was no way I was going to stop. Not when it felt so good. She was obviously thinking the same thing as she groaned and pulled me against her.
I felt as if I wanted to consume her the way this fire consumed me. Biting her lips and caressing her smooth tongue with mine, I felt as if nothing else mattered besides having her in every way possible.
I was so lost in her that I hadn't realized that she was trying to get my robes off until she bit my bottom lip, shoving them at the same time. I whimpered, not trusting my voice, and let go of her long enough for her to push my robes off.
Before my robes hit the floor, I was on her again, this time pushing one of my legs between hers. I pushed my thigh against her most secret of places and nearly cried out at the amount of wetness I felt there, my own wetness soaking through my underwear.
She thrust against me and pulled out of our kiss, moaning loudly. I suppressed the urge to smile at how I was making her feel, and kissed her neck instead. I made a wet trail from her neck to her ear, alternating between tongue and teeth. Untucking as well as unbuttoning her shirt in the process.
She was making delightful noises and I couldn't help moving my leg in a slow rhythm against her just to hear more. I was about to explore more of her body with my mouth and hands when I heard my name being called. The voice sounded familiar but I found that I didn't care whose voice it was. It was her voice I was interested in and I was about to explore the possibilities of what that voice could do when my name was called again.
This time the voice was louder and I instantly recognized it. It was Ron and he was asking if everything was all right. I stopped moving completely and looked into her eyes. I wanted to kiss her again and I thought I was about to when Harry asked if I was okay.
He sounded closer than Ron and I could only imagine that they were on the verge of running into the bathroom to save me from any evils Pansy might have been committing. Just like I had told them to, after telling them to wait for me outside.
I said everything was fine, surprised that my voice worked at all. I doubt they bought it, but they didn't come barging in, so they must have respected my wishes and stayed outside.
I pulled away from her and watched her, not looking directly into her eyes. I just stood there frozen in place as I watched her fix her clothes, grab her things and began to leave. She stopped at the edge of the wall and tossed over her shoulder "Don't ever do that again." The strain in her voice didn't escape me.
So here I was still breathing a little hard and more than a little turned on.
"What happened?" Ron asked when I exited the bathroom. Harry handed me my book bag with a worried look.
"Nothing happened." I said my voice barely above a whisper; not knowing the words would sting like they did.
"Are you sure? Pansy didn't look too happy when she came out of the bathroom." Harry said.
"Yeah, she looked flushed and angry but when I told her that she had better not lay one hand on you she looked at me funny and walked away." Ron added. Then he started to rant about how evil all Slytherins were and what he would do to the whole lot of them if given the chance. Harry was watching me intently while listening to Ron, but I wasn't paying much attention to either of them.
My mind was back in the prefect girls' bathroom and what had happened there. The fire wasn't raging within me anymore but I could feel it sitting in the pit of my stomach. Flaring every time I thought of Pansy's soft lips, or her skilled tongue, and making my fingers hot when I thought of her skin.
I dared not think of how the spot between her legs felt, not wanting and yet aching to feel the burning consume me again. The blood in my veins prickling at the thought. I was so confused. What had happened to me? What was happening to me? And what about Pansy? Had she wanted me as much as I had wanted her? It had seemed that way until Ron had interrupted us. And then she told me not to do it again. She had sounded so cold and angry.
"Hey Hermoine. Are you sure you're ok?" It was Harry. I hadn't realized that we had reached the Head Boy and Head Girl tower.
"Yes. I'm ok. See you guys tomorrow." I said in a distant voice before saying my password and walking towards my room. I thought of Pansy's voice again trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
Instead of the cold angry voice I'd expected to hear, my mind was assaulted with the sounds she'd made as my leg had moved against her. I tried to shut them out only to hear her moan loudly in my ears.
I squeezed my eyes shut remembering how her voice had made me feel. Her moans got louder and louder until I could take it no more as I walked into my bedroom and closed the door.
I dropped my things onto the floor and pressed my back against the door. With the doorknob pressing into my back painfully, keeping me grounded to reality, I slipped my hand into my underwear. I moaned loudly as my fingers came into contact with my wetness, amazed at how wet just thinking about her made me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners, as another wave of pleasure washed over me. Finally letting go of my emotions, I whispered "What's wrong with me?"
Little did she know, some where else in the castle, beyond the dungeons, in the seventh year Slytherin girls dormitory, Pansy Parkinson was lying on her bed cursing "that filthy Mudblood" between gasps and moans as her hand and fingers worked skillfully between he legs…
To be continued…
A/N: Ok, now you can tell me if it was worth the wait. Sorry it's short. Please review and tell me what you think.