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It was early evening in the Gryffindor common room. Ginny was sitting so close to Parvati that she was nearly sitting on her lap, as Parvati flipped through the newest edition of Witch Weekly. Parvati felt Ginny shift and start moving ever so slightly up and down Parvati's leg. She looked over at her. “Are you seriously grinding on me right now?” She looked around at the other people in the common room pointedly.
Ginny grinned a little sheepishly. “I didn't think you would notice.”
Parvati rolled her eyes. “You think so lowly of my skills of observation?” Then she looked around the room. “But maybe we can see you observant they are.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love the way you think?” Ginny asked, kissing her cheek.
Parvati grinned and rested the Witch Weekly on the armrest so it still looked like they were reading it.
Then she slipped a hand under Ginny's skirt, finding her panties already damp. “You are ridiculously horny all the time,” she murmured, rubbing her pussy through the fabric.
“Ooh, talk dirty to me,” Ginny whispered jokingly, and ground down a little against Parvati's fingers.
Around them, no one seemed to have noticed anything, so Parvati pushed the panties aside and slid her fingers up and down between her lips. Ginny's breath hitched when she felt her fingers brush her clit, but kept her eyes focused on the brightly coloured magazine spread.
Parvati turned the page with one hand and slipped a finger of the other into Ginny, who just managed to stifle a moan. Parvati smiled, looking at the magazine as she slowly teased Ginny with one finger, curling it to rub her most sensitive spot. Ginny bit her lip, closing her eyes as she rolled her hips so Parvati pushed in further.
Parvati watched as Ginny tried very hard not to show how effected she was. Her one hand squeezed Parvati's thigh as she let out a very controlled breath.
Unexpectedly, Parvati added a second finger and a moan managed to escape Ginny's lips. Lee looked over at them from where he sat by the fireplace and Ginny quickly looked at the article in front of her.
Parvati's pumps were coming faster now and it was all Ginny could do to not grind and buck her hips in abandon.
Ginny's face was growing flushed and Parvati felt her thigh muscles clench around her hand — she was nearing her climax. Parvati pumped in a few more times — slow and deep — until Ginny was right on the edge, and then she pulled out.
Ginny's pussy clenched around empty air and she hissed through her teeth, “Are you kidding?”
“What?” Parvati asked innocently. “I couldn't just let you come in front of all these people.” She turned another page. “They would've noticed.”
Ginny sighed and leant her head on Parvati's shoulder.
“But...” Parvati let the word hang in the air, teasingly. “If you go up to your dorm now and cast a silencing charm, I'll be up in a few minutes and fuck you until you scream.”
Ginny felt a tug in her gut and quickly stood up. “I'll see you in a few minutes then.”
Parvati pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “You'd better not be wearing anything when I get up there.”
“Yes ma'am,” Ginny said and as she headed for the stairs, Parvati slapped her ass as she passed. Then Parvati calmly finished the article she was reading, closed the magazine, said goodnight to the other Gryffindors and headed up the steps. She slipped into her dorm to put on a strap — unnoticed by Hermione, who was engrossed in a book — and then went to Ginny's.
Ginny lay on her bed, naked, having cast a silencing charm on the door — and the walls too, for good measure. Lube, blindfolds and various restraining devices sat ready on the bedside table.
Parvati knocked on the door and started undoing her tie and the buttons of her blouse as she waited for Ginny to open the door.
Ginny had hardly opened it, wearing a hastily pulled on robe, when Parvati had her lips on hers, hands on her hips. She pushed them into the room, slamming the door closed before pushing Ginny up against it. No longer having to be quiet, Ginny maoned as Parvati's lips travelled down her neck. Parvati grabbed her wrists and pinned them up above her head. Breaths mingling and foreheads nearly touching, the two pairs of eyes connected, bright with lust.
“I thought I told you not to wear anything,” Parvati said, a little out of breath.
“Did you expect me to answer the door naked?” Ginny asked.
“Yes,” Parvati said with a smile, untying the sash and Ginny's waist and using it to pull her closer as the front of the robe fell open. Ginny felt something hard press up against her thigh.
“Looks like I'm not the only horny one here,” she said with a grin.
“You know,” Parvati said, adopting the tone that made Ginny tremble in anticipation. “I think I've had about enough of that wit.” She led Ginny to the bed, pulled the robe off her, and pushed her down on her hands and knees.
Parvati tugged off her skirt and knelt behind her. She grabbed the lube and rubbed it onto the strap, stroking it as it hardened - the charmed toy stimulating and reacting to her own arousal.
She slid the strap between Ginny's folds a few times, making Ginny sigh and push back towards her.
Parvati spread the folds with her fingers, lining up the strap. With a swift thrust she pushed into Ginny to the base of the strap, making her cry out in pleasure and grip the sheets tightly.
Not giving Ginny a moment to grow accustomed to the girth, Parvati set about pounding at an unforgivable pace, deciding that they had stalled long enough. She gripped Ginny's hips tightly as she thrust deeply into her. The slap of flesh on flesh and their mingling scents filled the room, accompanied by Ginny's cries, growing louder and higher pitched with every thrust.
Parvati was truly holding no quarter and Ginny made sure she showed her appreciation with every cry that escaped her lips. While with others, like Hermione, she liked to be the one giving orders and fucking, there was something about Parvati's fingernails digging into her skin, the strap pounding into her, being fucked, that she sometimes craved. And so she lowered her head down, prompting Parvati to reach out and press her face into the sheets — altering ever so slightly the angle at which she entered her. Ginny cries at this new sensation were muffled by the bed, but Parvati could tell she was close.
Parvati increased the rhythm slightly, making sure to fill Ginny to the base of the strap with every thrust. When Ginny was right on the edge — Parvati not far behind — she pulled Ginny's head up by her hair, never stopping her rhythm, and said, “Alright, darling, scream for me.”
And she did, tumbling over the edge, pleasure slamming into her in waves, making her twitch gracelessly as her cry echoed off the walls. Parvati pumped into her a few more times, slow and thorough, bringing Ginny through her orgasm and reaching her own.
They flipped down on the bed beside each other, tired and happy. Ginny pressed a kiss to Parvati's shoulder. “I hope you know that that shit you pulled in the Common Room is still unacceptable.”
“Tell yourself whatever you want, darling,” Parvati said. “But we both know you love getting teased like that.” She turned to Ginny with a smile. “Maybe we should have an evening dedicated to it: how long can we edge Ginny-”
“Until I murder you?”
“Maybe we can get the others involved as well,” Parvati mused.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but secretly her that it would happen anyway.