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Notes: Two seventh-year Slytherins study applied philosophy. A playful, quietly smutty ficlet written in honor of this artwork by Enjoeyment.

 

Schools of Thought
by

 

Millicent reclined on the bed, breasts bared and pale in the semi-darkness, suspenders collapsed around her elbows and nipples reddened with rouge. Pansy's lipstick, of course. There was a hazy quietness to the Slytherin dorm, and even quieter within these heavy green curtains, where cigarette smoke curled snake-like into the air as Millicent breathed out from between her lips. The only glow here was that of the stub left dangling between her fingers, ash-grey and fire-bright in the dark.

'Slytherins don't play dress-up in Muggle clothes,' Pansy said, shifting next to her on the bed.

Millicent's eyes slid to her indolently; slid back to the ceiling again. 'Slytherins don't play by the rules.'

Pansy chuckled. 'And you think that one cancels out the other?'

'Most definitely.' Millicent's gaze fixed on her now, a little sharper through the veil of smoke. Her mouth curved slightly around her cigarette as she surveyed Pansy's body, nude and glimmering in the darkness. Luminous as marble. 'We do have priorities, you know.'

'Do we?' Pansy echoed absent-mindedly; because Mill had just arched in a stretch, and it made her breasts bounce a little. It was easy to imagine what those rouge-red nipples would taste like now, tangy with the sweet of lipstick and the salt of her own saliva...

'Oh, yes. Explore all possibilities. Discount nothing before learning its usefulness.'

It was easy to scoff; this was game familiar by now. 'And what, pray tell, is the usefulness of that?' Pansy waved a hand at Mill's cigarette, but also at the suspenders, the discarded tie and the jeans. Which were unbuttoned. From before. Oh.

'Pleasure,' Millicent murmured around her cigarette, eyes heavy-lidded with contentment.

'Pleasure's not useful.'

And then Mill was leaning over, still languid, dark hair spilling over her white shoulders as she took the cigarette from her lips and crushed it in the little tray between them. 'On the contrary,' she smiled, 'pleasure's the most useful thing of all.' Then her mouth was on Pansy's, heavy and warm and bitter with smoke, which made sense, really, because Mill's lips were sweat-salty and moist and hot as fire. Pansy felt the familiar, slow burn flush her face and neck--opening her mouth to let Millicent breathe into her, a hot curl of ash and tongue that left her gasping, straining for breath, but Millicent only pushed her down and kept taking, kept giving--a soft, dark swallowing that kept exchanging her breath for Pansy's, Pansy's breath for hers.

The suspenders, when unhooked from Mill's jeans, proved very useful after all--it was easy for Pansy to arch into Mill's touch despite the binding that stretched warm across her wrists, tying them to the headboard. So easy, so easy, as the smell of smoke mingled with that of musk, sweat and heat--and Pansy was already wet when Millicent sank two fingers into her, palm brushing the soft mat of hair between her legs.

Good to know that the silencing charms were up, because Pansy let out a moan then that was shockingly loud--not that anyone didn't already know what Millicent and she got up to anyway, on Hogsmeade nights when almost everyone else went out for fun.

When Mill settled over Pansy, their breasts brushing softly and Pansy's nipples hardening at the warmth, Pansy recalled an argument she'd overheard today--between McGonagall and Snape, regarding a debacle in which first-year Gryffindors got caught sneaking off to Hogsmeade whereas the Slytherins, huddled in a small group and caught going in the same direction, had a perfect alibi in the form of a permission slip from Pince to buy non-regulation course books from the town. McGonagall had been furious at this 'patently obvious ploy'; but Snape had only smirked and said that Gryffindors were simple hedonists whereas Slytherins were, of course, utilitarians.

Pansy couldn't help but think, as she rocked her hips lazily to meet Millicent's thrusts and sighed into Millicent's mouth, that it was quite possible to be both.

 

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