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(A/N: This chapter contains some heavy smut and is rated 18+. If you're uncomfortable with sex scenes, you can skip the chapter because it doesn't have much to add to the storyline so you're not really missing out on anything if you decide not to read this one.)

It was 2:59 P.M. 

And Maeve was standing outside the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for Pansy to show up as she counted the seconds down on her watch. 

At exactly 3:00 P.M. a black haired girl popped through the kitchen entrance. "Hey, Prissy." she grinned. 

"Hi." Maeve waved awkwardly. "Come here." 

"Oh, are you going to tell me the password to the Hufflepuff House?" she shuffled her eyebrows playfully and Maeve rolled her eyes. 

"No. Because there's no password." the brunette grabbed her hand and led her to a seemingly ordinary barrel. "Watch carefully."

And with that, Maeve tapped her wand on the top of it in a distinct pattern. Slowly, the crate slid aside and a stairway leading downstairs appeared. 

"Woah. So that's how you enter the Hufflepuff Common Room? I actually, never would have guessed." Pansy chuckled, taking her hand and waking down the stairway. 

Pansy was in awe as the Common Room opened up. 

It was ironic, seeing that such a light and cheery room was present in a dark and dingy place like the Dungeons. It was so vastly in contrast with the Slytherin Common Room that Pansy could barely wrap her head around the fact that both the houses existed on the same floor. 

"These look so comfy." Pansy sighed, sinking down into a plush chrome yellow armchair. "This is so much better than the rough leather sofas in Slytherin." she leaned her head back before her head shot back up. 

"Wait. Where is everybody?" she asked, wide-eyed. 

"Well, most of the Hufflepuff's are at Corner's Party. Some of them are outside, enjoying a nice stroll in the grounds and the rest... they're probably sleeping in since it's the weekend." 

Pansy's face scrunched up in confusion. "Till 4 P.M.?" 

"We like to sleep,  okay?" Maeve mumbled embarrassedly. "Did you break things off with him yet? Draco?" she asked curiously. 

"Not yet..." Pansy trailed off, walking towards the brunette before placing her hands on Maeve's hips. "But soon. I'm working on it. And then, you'll have me all to yourself." Pansy whispered, trailing soft kisses down Maeve's neck as the Hufflepuff shuddered.

"Come on, I'll show you my dorm." Maeve whispered, grabbing her hand.

They walked up the stairs to the girls' dorms, and Pansy gasped as she opened the door. "This is so cute, May!" she laughed, wait let me guess which bed is yours." the Slytherin said excitedly, looking around. "It's this one, isn't it?" she pointed to the third one and Maeve sighed. 

"That was easy. You just saw my photos next to it." 

"Well, I never said it was going to be hard." Pansy teased, plopping down by her bed before inspecting one of the photos by Maeve's Nightstand. "Was that your mum? She's pretty. Seems mother-like." 

Maeve plopped down next to her. "No. That's Julia, my godmother. This," Maeve opened a drawer and pulled a photo out of it, "Is my mom. Raine Kingston."

Pansy smiled, looking down at the photo. "I wish I had a mother like that." 

Maeve smiled sadly, kissing her cheek. She couldn't imagine having Death Eaters as parents. Did Pansy even know her parents were in New York during the summer? "Hey, I just had an idea."

Pansy turned to her; curious. "What?" 

"You can spend Christmas at my house. I'm sure Julia wouldn't mind. My dad and his wife are picking Ced and I up from the station. You'll get to meet everybody!" she clapped her hands excitedly. 

Pansy contemplated. "Well, I doubt my parents would even notice if I was at home. They're almost never there recently... I'll come, if you want me to."

"Of course I want you to!" Maeve cried happily. "It'll be the best Christmas ever." she kissed Pansy, who kissed back almost immediately, rolling over so that she was towering over Maeve. 

"I love you, May." she said seriously, looking straight into the brunette's eyes. 

"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" Maeve asked genuinely, delighted at her reaction as Pansy's initial look of surprise melted into an embarrassed blush. 

"Sure, Prissy." Pansy shook her head, looking away shyly.

"I'm serious, Pans." Maeve insisted lowly, "Just look at you." Pansy smiled as she brushed her hair back with her hands, watching as the girl turned an even darker shade of red. "Definitely one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen." 

"You're just saying that." Pansy whispered, her eyes dropping from Maeve's before stopping at her lips. 

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" Maeve challenged playfully. 

"Depends. Are you going to fuck me?" Pansy asked hoarsely, a little breathless and Maeve's stomach flipped at the thought of having such an effect on the Slytherin - it was surreal. 

"Do you want me to?" Maeve asked, her voice barely a whisper as she held her breath for an answer. 

"Yes." 

Maeve smirked before leaning forwards and pressing her lip's against Pansy's. She left Maeve to take charge for a few seconds as their lips moved in sync but when Maeve's tongue traced her lower lip she took over, humming into her mouth as she pulled Maeve closer, until the Hufflepuff was straddling her lap. Maeve didn't care that her skirt was riding up. She was too consumed by Pansy and her lips, kissing her as though she was the only thing keeping her alive while Maeve's hands stayed glued to her waist, grabbing tightly. 

The kiss quickly turned urgent, Maeve's hands in Pansy's thick soft hair, moaning as Pansy's tongue slid into her mouth. The Slytherin pulled her down with a mysterious brute force, and it dawned on Maeve that she was straddling Pansy in nothing but a short dress. Sure, she'd worn it in hopes of impressing the girl but she hadn't fathomed that things would get that heated that quickly. 

"Do you want to stop?" Pansy whispered breathlessly against her lips and Maeve could just about manage to open her eyes to look at Pansy. 

"No." Maeve murmured, shaking her head. "Please don't." she just about begged before Pansy kissed her desperately. 

"Good. I don't want to either." the bob-headed girl said firmly, using her hands to guide Maeve's hips to gently move against her. 

Pansy flipped them around and settled her knees on either side of Maeve's legs. She was lot closer than before, pressing against the sensitive parts of Maeve's  body. 

Maeve was breathless. 

Maeve's hands slid to run along the sides of Pansy's waist as she traced the curves and lines of her body; their tongues moving together. Pansy's hand went up her knee, slowly up Maeve's bare thigh, pushing her dress further up before she followed the curves of the Hufflepuff's hips and waist. A moan escaped Maeve's throat as she felt Pansy tug her head back, exposing her neck. Maeve shivered. 

"What do you want baby?" Pansy asked seductively, her lips gently brushing against Maeve's.

"You." Maeve murmured but she could barely get the word out. 

"As much as I love to hear that, it doesn't answer my question." Pansy whispered as her hand moved away from Maeve's hair to play with her face, he thumb tracing the girl's lower lip. "Where do you want me?" she asked lowly, her words activating a little heartbeat in Maeve's lower regions. 

Maeve was too shy to answer. It was the furthest she'd gone with anyone, ever, and she didn't know how to ask for more without embarrassing herself in front of Pansy. Thankfully, her hesitation melted away when she saw the need in Pansy's eyes, realizing that she wanted her just as much. Deciding to be brave, Maeve took her hand. She led it down her body and Pansy's breath hitched the lower she went. She stopped when her hand rested dangerously low on her lower stomach. 

"Are you sure?" Pansy asked in a deep, shaky breath and Maeve's answer was quick. 

"Yes." 

As though gaining confidence from her reply, Pansy immediately reattached their lips, her tongue slipping past her mouth and Maeve let her take the lead as she lost herself in the kiss. 

Pansy gently sucked on Maeve's soft skin, eliciting desperate breaths from her before she continued to move lower, her body shifting beneath her legs as she got more comfortable. 

In her daze, Maeve didn't realize what was happening until she felt Pansy's knee right up against the warm junction between her thighs, the intoxicating but unfamiliar sensation forcing a peculiar sound from her mouth - something halfway between a moan and a gasp. Thankfully, she didn't have enough time to be embarrassed before Pansy was kissing her again, a low hum coming from her as her hand travelled higher and Maeve's breath hitched as Pansy's thumb brushed over her suddenly sensitive nipple. The sensation lit her skin on fire while her knee applied more pressure and Maeve became even more aroused, her underwear growing dap at the feeling of euphoria. 

Suddenly, Pansy pulled away to peer down at her with dark, hungry eyes, her gaze mimicking Maeve's as she cupped her breast, catching a nipple between her fingers, earning a whimper from Maeve, who watched the Slytherin's eyes grow darker at the sound. 

Maeve felt Pansy's burning skin on hers. Pansy hooked the thin strap before slowly pulling it down Maeve's shoulder, her fingers lightly grazing the latter's skin as she went. Maeve couldn't look at Pansy anymore and she refused to look into her eyes, choosing to focus on the ceiling instead as heat flooded her face in embarrassment while Pansy pulled down the other strap and suddenly, Maeve felt the cool air hit her bare chest. She desperately tried to forget that Pansy was the first to see her like that. 

Pansy was quiet and Maeve held her breath. 

Pansy's sudden retreat forced Maeve to open her eyes. The Slytherin's dark brown eyes stayed glued to her body and Maeve couldn't help but wonder if she was disappointed. And then Pansy said one word that made Maeve forget everything she had been thinking. 

"Fuck." Pansy breathed deeply and Maeve blushed. 

"What?" Maeve asked nervously, biting her lip. 

"You're fucking perfect." Pansy said softly in a short breath and look of awe before she kissed Maeve again, a little rougher that time. 

Once again, Pansy's hands were everywhere - doing everything as Maeve felt herself detach more and more from the concept of reality. One second Pansy was gently kissing her nipple and the next, she was biting down hard, causing Maeve to groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt as if not a moment went by without some kind of mind-blowing sensation hitting Maeve one after the other and it kept building up to the point where if Pansy decided not to go all the way with her, Maeve felt as if she would die. 

The only time when Maeve felt as if she got a break was when Pansy stopped to peel off her tank top but even that wasn't a big enough window for Maeve to appreciate how beautiful Pansy really was. 

Pansy continued to kiss Maeve, their breasts pressed against each other, bouncing slightly as Pansy's hands roamed through Maeve's hair. The brunette could feel herself grow more and more frustrated the longer she kissed Pansy. Her body started to hum and beg for something she didn't know how to ask for. Maeve could feel the heat between her thighs increase and with Pansy's thigh pressed up against it she could only imagine she felt it too. 

Maeve's heart sat in her throat as Pansy moved on to brush her fingers over her sensitive skin, kissing the sweet spot on Maeve's neck, causing the Hufflepuff to thrust her lips against her thigh, a needy moan escaping her throat. 

"Want me already?" Pansy smirked against her neck, sending vibrations through Maeve's body, her hand moving lower until her thumb was able to gently brush over Maeve's underwear. 

"Mhmm." Maeve moaned, arching her back as Pansy increased the pressure. 

"Words, Prissy." she murmured and Maeve shivered at the nickname that made the moment so much more intimate and erotic. 

"Yes." Maeve answered breathlessly. 

Pansy's mouth was back on Maeve's, replacing her thumb with her middle finger as she gently moved it up and down over Maeve's panties in a torturously slow manner. 

With that action alone it didn't take long for Maeve to become a panting mess. 

Pansy's hand suddenly stilled as she pulled away from Maeve's lips to look down at the Hufflepuff. 

Maeve's protest fell dead on her tongue as she felt Pansy's hand slide under her panties and suddenly, Pansy was touching her - her bare skin on her most intimate part. The thought alone made Maeve feel as if she was going to go insane. 

"Fuck." Maeve whispered as she felt liquid heat rush into her panties. 

Pansy wore a lustful smirk as she stared down at Maeve and the brunette was too hypnotized by the girl to look anywhere else. Suddenly and slowly, she felt Pansy's finger trace her slit, sending a roaring fire to her lower belly as she gasped. Pansy continued, applying a tiny bit more pressure with every stroke. Unable to bear it any longer, Maeve leaned up to kiss her, only for Pansy to move out of her reach with a smirk as she gently dipped her finger into Maeve's wetness before dragging her fingers up to tease Maeve's cl*t. The pleasure was so shocking that Maeve's head rolled back and her eyes fluttered shut. 

"You like this?" Pansy asked with a knowing smirk, applying more pressure but not enough to be satisfied and Maeve nodded, leaning up to try and kiss Pansy with a needy "yes", only for the girl to move out of the way again. 

A soft whimper left Maeve's lips as Pansy started to increase the pressure and pace of her finger. Sitting up on her elbows, Maeve leaned forward until Pansy's lips brushed against hers, growing more frustrated when the Slytherin refused to give in to the kiss. 

Maeve's breathing got deeper - more desperate. Scared of the sounds that might leave her mouth, all Maeve wanted to do was to kiss Pansy - a luxury the girl wasn't awarding, but Maeve was desperate. 

"Please, Pansy." she begged in a whisper, pleading with her eyes that were becoming more challenging to keep open as Pansy continued moving her finger inside her. But the words seemed to unleash a fire in Pansy's eyes before her lips captures Maeve's. 

It was incredible. Pansy's tongue and fingers had managed to reduce Maeve to a desperate panting mess and she tried the best she could to match the rhythm of Pansy's hands, feeling herself climb higher and higher. But just before Maeve could peak and come crashing down, Pansy's fingers slipped away and the Hufflepuff groaned in disappointment before she felt three whole fingers enter her. Maeve gasped against Pansy's lips who took the opportunity to speak. 

"Is this okay?" Pansy whispered against the shell of Maeve's ear, her fingers remaining completely still inside Maeve, driving the girl crazy with frustration. 

"Yes, please Pans. Keep going." Maeve complained. 

Pansy leaned up to smile at he before kissing Maeve once on the nose. The gesture warmed Maeve's heart she was overcome by a searing fire as Pansy looked her in the eyes and decided to start moving her finger inside Maeve before adding another. 

Maeve eyes closed against her will, her head falling back as Pansy continued kissing her exposed neck and chest. Maeve felt something stir inside of her as the pressure kept building. Pansy's  fingers pumped in and out at an incredible pace, going deeper and deeper into Maeve with every thrust. Suddenly, Pansy curled her fingers against a part of Maeve's body that made the brunette moan so loudly, Pansy had to come and kiss her, swallowing the desperate moans and gasps as Pansy used her thumb to massage Maeve's cl*t. After all, the Hufflepuff girls' dorm didn't have a Muffliato spell on it. 

The feeling was indescribable. Maeve was hot and needy and her body was begging for release only Pansy knew how to give. The pace of her thrusts picked up to the stage that Maeve's thighs started to quiver and shake as her hips continued to shamelessly push against her hand. 

Maeve was very very close to falling off the edge, until...

"Fuck, Maeve, you feel so good." Pansy groaned in her ear - her voice thick with arousal and it was all Maeve needed for something inside her to finally snap, offering a sweet release as she came crashing down, pushing her face into the crook of Pansy's neck to help silence the loud moans and whimpers that wracked her shaking body. Pansy continued to lazily stroke her cl*t, drawing every last ounce of pleasure Maeve had until she was spent and dizzy, lying heavily on the bed as Maeve tried to make sense of reality. It took a few long minutes to get her breathing back to normal, which was really hard to do when a beautiful girl lay on top of her with a satisfied smile. 

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." she murmured, staring Maeve in the eyes as she withdrew her fingers from Maeve who immediately missed the feeling. 

Maeve's eyes darkened as Pansy rose the same fingers to her lips before she sucked them dry. Her eyes immediately turned darker as she made eye contact with Maeve. 

"Delicious." she murmured before leaning down to kiss Maeve, who felt herself on Pansy's tongue. 

"As much as I would love to, I don't think my body can take that anymore, Pans." Maeve explaining, wondering if she had the physical energy to even stand up anymore. 

"Shh, it's okay." Pansy smiled against her lips. "I'm tired too. So if it's okay with you, can we just cuddle and sleep? I heard Corner's parties have a way of continuing till midnight. 

"I would like that very much." Maeve's eyes twinkled with affection before she pulled Pansy closer to her. 

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"I win." Pansy smirked, "Again."  the Slytherin smirked, not noticing as Maeve walked to her. "What no tantrum this time, Prissy?"

"No, not really." Maeve murmured before she pushed Pansy against one of the emerald green walls and crashed her lips onto Pansy's, the latter's hand going straight for her hair. 

Maeve separated, glancing behind her. Once she was sure the door was locked, she turned back to Pansy. This time, with no one around, Maeve didn't waste any time as her tongue slipped between Pansy's lips teasingly, giving her just enough time to leave her wanting more. Pansy felt Maeve's strong hands pull her close by her waist before slipping to to her ass and squeezing. Maeve proceeded to pepper kisses down the Slytherin's neck, causing her to moan. 

"I think we should get on the bed." Maeve murmured against her skin and Pansy shivered, grateful that it was late and not many people would want to stop by her dorm - not that there were many who would anyway. 

"Why?" Pansy whispered, not wanting Maeve to stop what she was doing. 

"Because I want to make you feel good." she said suggestively, making the other girl's knees weak with the ideas she was putting in her head. "Don't you want me to make you feel good, Pans?" Maeve asked in her ear and Pansy's body ignited in fire as her throat went dry. "I need an answer, Pansy." 

"Yes." the Slytherin panted eagerly as she felt Maeve's teeth gently nip on her weak spot, need swirling in the lower muscles of her stomach, her underwear becoming damp. 

She felt Maeve gently let go of her hand before stepping a few feet away. And then she started stripping. First her socks, then her skirt, followed by her tie and shirt, leaving her in only her undergarments. Maeve shook her hair out of her usual short ponytail, before spreading out on the bed. 

"Well?" 

Pansy immediately did what she was told and slid beside her, the lack of space between them and Maeve's lack of clothing made her skin dance with electricity. 

"Do you know I thought about you the whole day?" Maeve said quietly, shifting closer as she moved one of Pansy's legs over her; one of her hands caressing Pansy's other thigh. 

"You did?" Pansy whispered as she bit her lower lip, drawing Maeve's attention exactly where she wanted it. 

"Of course. It's hard. Trying to get you out of my head." she answered as her gaze dropped to Pansy's chest and desire filled every part of her body. 

"Then why are we still talking?" Pansy asked, leaning in and Maeve smirked before her eyes fluttered close and they kissed. 

"You sure you want to do this?" Maeve whispered against her lips. 

"Yes." Pansy murmured urgently and with her permission, Maeve quickly took control of the kiss, kissing her more aggressively before it quickly turned desperate. 

Maeve's hands were all over Pansy's body while her experienced tongue skillfully invaded the girl's mouth as she moaned. It didn't take long for Maeve's hands to start wandering and tugging down the straps of Pansy's dress until her breasts were on display in the dim light.  The bob-headed girl quickly pulled the dress above her head. Maeve's lips left to kiss her way down Pansy's chest, who leaned her head back, basking in pleasure as Maeve licked, sucked and teased until she was left gasping and writhing for release. 

"Fuck." Pansy gasped as Maeve's tongue swirled and sucked around one nipple while her hand cupped Pansy's left breast, her fingers slowly pinching the erect nipple. 

Pansy was too focused on Maeve's sweet assault of her mouth to pay attention to anything else until she felt Maeve's free hand slide up her thigh, her thumb playing with her soft folds against Pansy's damp panties. The Slytherin was too aroused to feel embarrassed; quickly turning into a mess as Maeve stroked her through her panties, continuing to suck on her nipple. As the pleasure began to build up within Pansy's stomach, she felt her body arch into Maeve, her head lolling back as breathless pants left her lips. 

Maeve's mouth left her chest to whisper how fucking sexy Pansy looked in that position before she switched her thumb to her index and middle fingers, slowly dragging them down Pansy's wet slit before entering her and Pansy couldn't help but push against her. A loud moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs wider, allowing Maeve more access as she went deeper, hitting all the right places before moving her wet fingers up to where she needed her most. 

Maeve sucked on the weak spot on her neck as the pads of her fingers started to move faster on Pansy's most sensitive part, pleasure rolling off of the Slytherin's body in waves as she felt herself climbing higher. Pansy's breaths were shallow as her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered softly as Maeve's long, skilled fingers brought her to the edge, her skin burning as she wrapped her hand around Maeve's wrist. She couldn't take it anymore. 

Pansy crashed her lips against Maeve's trying to hold on until she inevitably couldn't. Pansy gasped, her lips leaving Maeve's as she fell back on the mattress, her walls clenching as an intense orgasm crashed over her in waves of pleasure. 

"There's no need for you to be so good at that." Pansy sighed, chuckling lightly as she took a few long seconds to come back to reality.  She was still weak but her eyes were glued to Maeve as the girl removed her fingers and brought them to her lips, licking her fingers. 

Pansy had never seen anything sexier. 

"You taste so good." she murmured, leaning forward to kiss the exhilarated girl passionately but before anything else could happen, she pulled away so that Pansy could continue breathing. 

"Can I-" Pansy started but Maeve cut her off. 

"Another time." Maeve grinned sweetly, kissing her again.  

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