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Just because Pansy hates them - the Potter groupies - doesn't mean she doesn't want to join in on the fun

[hatefuck; sex swing; nipple play; ball gag; overstimulation]

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Pansy couldn't stand them, that group of girls – Potter's groupies. They had always been uptight goody-two-shoes, especially Granger. Which was why she couldn't stand the fact that they had come up with this free-love holiday. Most of the students still at school had a general idea of what was going on with them and ignored it, but she couldn't.

It didn't help that they'd all started dressing more provocatively and were constantly flirting with each other – and everyone else – and sneaking off together to fuck – presumably. And the castle was pretty chilly this time of year, which mean that Granger had probably come up with some spell to keep them warm while they showed skin. Merlin, she hated them. She wasn't jealous of them, per se, just of the arrangement they had.

And with the holidays coming to an end, she found her resistance to join in waning.

Which was how Ginny ended up receiving a note at breakfast from an ink-black owl that simply read: The dungeons. 6pm. – Pansy

Ginny was her first choice because she knew she couldn't resist a challenge. She was right, because Ginny arrived at the appointed time, her shorts and top showing off her toned legs and arms.

"Weasley," Pansy said shortly and turned so Ginny would follow.

"Pansy."

Pansy frowned. "Parkinson will do."

"I thought, since we're about to have sex, maybe we should get on a first-name basis," Ginny said nonchalantly.

"Let's get one thing clear," Pansy said, sending her a glare. "I don't like you."

Ginny shrugged and they arrived at a blank spot of wall. Pansy reached out and pressed one of the stones in the wall and a door appeared.

Inside, Ginny whistled as she looked around. "A legit sex dungeon, huh?" The gloomy room was lit by sparse candles whose light only just reached the corners. There were hooks on the ceiling for the various harnesses that lined the walls. There was nothing even resembling a bed, just hard wooden benches and stools and other contraptions. "You Slytherins are freaky."

"Too freaky for you?" Pansy asked, chin jutting out in challenge.

Ginny stepped in close, and Pansy resented that she was a half head taller. "Bring it on."

Pansy kissed her – hard – all teeth and boiling loathing. Ginny pressed her against the nearest wall and she felt the straps of a harness dig into her back as Ginny kissed back with just as much dislike. But Pansy hadn't come here to be pushed around, but to do the pushing, and so she shoved Ginny aside and then against the wall, relishing her small gasp into her mouth.

Since Ginny didn't seem to be doing anything about the fact that she was still wearing clothes, Pansy reached down and began to undo the fly on her shorts.

"Can't wait to get your hands on me, huh?" Ginny panted.

"That's why I'm here," Pansy said as she roughly pulled the shorts down.

Ginny grinned a little and pulled off her shirt. "Satisfied?" She wore the most basic plain grey underwear and sports bra. Typical.

Pansy did not deign to answer, reaching to unzip the back of her dress. Ginny, ever impatient, grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the wall face first. As she unzipped the dress, she scraped her teeth against Pansy's neck. Pansy pushed back and stepped away from Ginny, slipping out of her dress and letting it fall to the ground.

She, at least, had followed the most important of hatefuck dress guidelines: look as hot as possible. The lace of her bra and panties was so dark green that it was nearly black and glinted like a jewel in the candlelight.

Hands on her hips, she regarded Ginny. "Anything I should know before we start? Limits? Safewords?"

Ginny scoffed and stepped in close again. "I can handle anything you could throw at me."

Pansy felt a thrill in her chest at her tone. "Are you sure about that?"

"Like I said," Ginny growled. "Bring it on."

Pansy smirked in such a way that nearly made Ginny regret everything. But of course, she couldn't let her know that.



Ginny watched with interest as Pansy's hands ran over the straps of the sex swing with familiarity. With her wrists fastened to the straps that came down from the ceiling and her legs spread wide, lying back on the two support straps, Ginny felt a little more exposed than normal but kept her expression as nonchalant as possible.

Satisfied that the swing was secure, Pansy turned to the nearby table, perusing the extensive selection before grabbing a blindfold and ball gag.

"Don't want you getting distracted," she said as she slipped the blindfold over Ginny's eyes.

"And what's the purpose of the ball gag?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, that's just for my personal sanity," Pansy said, forcing the ball into Ginny's mouth and fastening it around the back of her head. "Can't get you to shut up otherwise."

Ginny tried to adjust the gag in her mouth to a more comfortable position but found that impossible. She could already feel her jaw starting to get sore.

Pansy stepped back to admire her handiwork. She walked her fingers up the inside of Ginny's thigh, watching how her muscles clenched. "Maybe," she mused. "I should just leave you like this, where anyone could walk in and use you. Would you like that?"

Ginny's reaction was garbled and muffled.

"I'm sorry," Pansy said. "What was that?"

Ginny huffed through her nose.

Pansy frowned. "You know what, this is more fun with you talking back." She leaned forward and undid the ball gag, putting it back on the table.

Ginny opened and closed her mouth a few times, working her jaw.

"You were saying?" Pansy asked.

"I said, it would probably be their best fuck in a while," Ginny said with a grin. "Everyone knows Gryffindors are good in the sack."

The slap came suddenly, even more so to Ginny who couldn't see, a sharp pain on her left cheek. She cried out in surprise. "What the fuck!?"

"What?" Pansy said innocently. "I thought you said you could handle anything."

Ginny recovered quickly. "Well, you were taking so long, I thought maybe you were all talk, no –"

Her words dissolved into a gasp as Pansy pressed two fingers into her. She whined a little and tried to move forward to get her in deeper, but the swing didn't allow her much movement. Her arousal had been building for a while now and she just wanted to get fucked already.

She didn't have to wait much longer because Pansy seemed to have the same idea. One hand braced against Ginny's chest, she fucked her fingers into Ginny, quickly adding a third, curling and spreading her fingers inside her.

But just as Ginny felt herself near her climax, Pansy reached up and pinched her nipple – hard. Ginny couldn't hold back the squeal of pain. She couldn't see Pansy's expression but could imagine she was smirking pretty hard at this. She gripped the straps tightly, waiting for the next pinch, pussy clenching around Pansy's fingers.

Pansy's hand slowed, thumb rubbing at Ginny's clit, watching how she threw her head back, lip trapped between her teeth. Ginny's breaths shortened, accented with small high-pitched ah's. Then, once again, she pinched her nipple.

"Fuck you," Ginny said through clenched teeth.

"That's what I'm here for."

Fingers still fucking Ginny's pussy, Pansy leaned over to the table to grab something new. Ginny felt the movement and but couldn't remember half of the toys and contraptions that laid there.

The question was soon answered when she felt a hard clamp on first one nipple, then the other. She tried to bite back her cry but couldn't stop the strangled mewl that came out. But that wasn't even all, because Pansy put a collar around her throat that seemed to be attached to the nipple clamps; if she moved her head too much, she felt it tug at her nipples.

"How does that feel, darling?" Pansy asked sweetly.

"Don't call me that," Ginny snapped. Parvati called her that. "And if this is the best you can do, I have seriously misjudged the kinkiness level of Slytherins."

Pansy flicked the nipple clamps in turn, smiling at the way Ginny flinched. "Whatever you say."

It was not Pansy's fingers that Ginny felt push into her pussy, but something harder. She thought it might be a dildo or strap until she felt it begin to vibrate. She squirmed slightly and threw her head back, flinching at the tugging pinch of her nipples. It was at a reasonably low setting, but she hadn't come yet tonight, so it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge.

Then there was a thwack-ing hit and sharp pain to her inner thigh. Her head snapped back, once again tugging at her nipples, and she exclaimed, "What the fuck is that?"

"Oh, of course, I'm guessing your family doesn't ride," Pansy said. She stood between Ginny's legs holding a crop. "This is for those... creatures who don't do as they're told."

Another smack, higher up her inner thigh this time. Ginny felt a few tears leak from between her tightly closed eyelids.

"You fuck your horses too?" Ginny asked. "I knew rich people were fucking insane."

The third smack was getting dangerously close to her pussy and Ginny clamped her mouth shut.

"See," Pansy said, turning the vibrator up a setting. "It's very effective."

Ginny squirmed, from the words as much as the warring sensations skittering over her skin. When she dropped her head back this time, the collar tugging at the nipple clamps, it was deliberate. The tension built in her abdomen, and she was pretty sure that the next twinge of pain would not stave off the orgasm anymore.

And of course, Pansy saw all this. "Ooo," she said in the most infuriating tone. "You're starting to enjoy this, aren't you? Where's all that Gryffindor bravado now?" She turned the vibrator to its highest setting. "What would good old Godric have to say about you getting off to a Slytherin smacking you around?"

"He's dead," Ginny gasped. "I don't give a shit."

Pansy smirked and aimed her crop, hitting not quite on Ginny's pussy, but damn close. Ginny came with a strangled cry, pussy clenching around the vibrator, hands gripping the straps tightly.

Pansy watched closely as she came down from her climax, seeing how the thin chains attached to the nipple clamps shifted as her chest heaved, how she tried to close her legs but the stirrups holding her feet made that impossible. Her own arousal had been pooling in her gut this whole time and she clenched her thighs tightly together. Ginny would want to get her back; she knew that for sure.



She was, of course, correct.

Ginny didn't go with a fancy sex swing though, instead selecting a spreader bar and pair of handcuffs attached to a chain. It wasn't a very long bar, only forcing Pansy's legs a little more than shoulder-width apart. Ginny clicked the cuffs around her wrists in front of her.

"This is a little tame, don't you..." Pansy's words trailed away as Ginny secured the chain to the ceiling, pulling her hands up above her and making her stand on her toes.

"You were saying?" Ginny said with a glint in her eye.

When she grabbed the ball gag from the table, Pansy did indeed have more to say.

"Oh, and now you're copying me?" she managed to get out before the ball was shoved into her mouth.

"Maybe so," Ginny said, patting her cheek a little too hard to be gentle. "But I think I'll leave it in the whole time. You seem like a reactive type, and I love reading body language."

Pansy glared at her but didn't try to speak around the gag.

Ginny chose another toy from the table, one shaped like a dildo with straps attached to it. After slathering it in lube, she knelt between Pansy's legs. Pansy looked down at her with slight confusion. This was supposed to be her revenge – how did eating her out and then fucking her with a strap factor into that?

Ginny simply smiled as she pressed a light row of kisses down Pansy's abdomen. Her tongue flicked at her clit and Pansy moaned quietly. As she began to suck on her clit, she pressed a finger into her, closely followed by a second. She seemed to have no intention of drawing it out either, fucking her pussy quicker and letting her teeth scrape the tense bud of nerves as Pansy's muffled sounds heightened.

Pansy gripped the chain holding her up as she came, but Ginny didn't allow her a moment of respite. She pressed the dildo into her pussy, but instead of the straps being attached to Ginny, she began to strap them to Pansy's own legs, locking it in place. An extra bit protruded from the base of the dildo, pressing firmly onto her clit.

Realization began to dawn on Pansy's orgasm-muddled brain, confirmed when the dildo began to vibrate very slightly. She groaned but tried to clench around the dildo – a move made nearly impossible because of the spreader bar.

Ginny grinned up at her. She stood up and pulled up a chair, wand in hand to change the vibration level. The glint in her eye was back and Pansy began to wonder if perhaps she had underestimated Ginny.

Ginny muttered an incantation and the vibration level rose. No longer able to maintain her composure, Pansy began to squirm, but her movement was so restricted. Her panting moans sounded garbled through the gag and Ginny just watched her, continually raising the vibration level.

The next orgasm came quickly, hitting her like a sucker punch, leaving Pansy gasping.

The vibration went down to an almost unnoticeable level, but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. Up and up it went, an overwhelming sensation she could not escape, locked into her like Ginny's eyes.

And another orgasm. Pansy hung slightly limp, sweat beginning to drip down her body.

The next undefinable period of time passed simultaneously in a haze and with excruciating detail. Orgasms assaulted Pansy's body until all she wanted was for it to stop. She blinked back unwanted tears, refusing to show Ginny that she had beaten her. She could handle it.

Finally, Ginny decided that it was enough. In all truth, she began to feel a little bad. Pansy had just wanted to have a little hatefuck, not whatever this had become. Then again, she had started it.

She let Pansy down, gently undoing the straps around her legs and pulling the vibrator out. She set her down on a bench and sat down beside her awkwardly.

With anyone else, this would be the time for aftercare, but she was pretty sure that if she tried to do that with Pansy, she would get a black eye for her trouble.

Slowly, Pansy caught her breath and leaned back against the cold stone wall. Eventually, she chuckled lightly, at which Ginny looked at her in concern.

"The rumours do not do you justice," she said finally. "Maybe Gryffindors do know how to fuck."

Ginny grinned and leaned back too. She looked around the room. "How many people know about this place?"

Pansy shrugged. "Not many."

"Cause we were thinking of doing some big end of the Christmas break thing," Ginny went on. "And I'm starting to think that an orgy is a great idea."

"I don't think this is big enough for a proper orgy."

"Not here, we already have a place in mind." Ginny looked over at Pansy. "But if you could help get the word out...?"

Pansy nodded. "I can think of a few girls who'd be interested." Then she turned to Ginny, relaxed expression fading into her regular venomous glare. "This doesn't change anything. I still despise you."

Ginny grinned widely, knowing it would piss her off more. "I wouldn't expect any less."



A/N: I know we're all adults here, but I just wanted to emphasize that the way Pansy and Ginny treat their limits and scoff at safewords in this chapter is... not good, to say the least. I know stuff like this isn't uncommon in smutfic, but I always try to stay within the bounds of safe, sane, & consensual with the stuff that I write.

Also, the next chapter is gonna be the last one in this story, and as I've been hinting, I want it to be a big one. So if y'all have any specific kinks/characters/etc. that you've been wanting to see, comment them below, and I'll see what I can do!