Kink for thegiantkiller

Title: Dance with Me
Author: dramaphile
Recipient: thegiantkiller
Pairing: Pansy/Hermione
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Genderswitch, public sex
Summary: Viola's Amazing Temporary Sex Change Elixir: Guaranteed to make you a man for just one night!



The potion tastes like bitter tea leaves and sour milk, and Pansy grimaces as she swallows it down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She expects some great shift of time, a painful ripping of bones and skin, or the feeling like her flesh is trying to stretch too far, but all she feels is a sort of change in sensation. One minute, she is short and thin and delicate, the next, she feels sort of denser, like she takes up more space than she's allowed. Because she does.

She is taller now, suddenly seeing the tops of objects she could only see the side of, and her too-large hands come up to her chest, pressing against the hard planes of missing breasts, down her firm stomach, tracing the fine line of hair trailing down from her navel. Her fingertips nudge something foreign, hanging soft and heavy between her legs, and she looks down, finally, view unobstructed by breasts, and wraps a hand around her newfound cock, giving it a few experimental strokes until it is half-hard and she is nearly panting, flushed with arousal.

In the mirror, she meets a man who is she and yet not she. Same pointed nose, but stronger, same hazel eyes, but without the frame of long black eyelashes, same dark hair, but shorter and thicker. Viola's Amazing Temporary Sex Change Elixir: Guaranteed to make you a man for just one night! Pansy smiles and pulls on the clothes set aside for her transformed self, amused by the prospect of spending the entire night with a body like this.


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The club is Muggle, but not really so different from a wizarding club. It's loud and dark, filled with writhing bodies and pulsating music and cigarette smoke. Pansy can't help but wink back at the
stares she gets from men and women alike. She knows they're looking at her hair, carefully styled to look like she's just had the best shag of her life, or the tight black muscle tank, showing her nicely muscled arms, complete with a few temporary tattoos she's spelled there, or the well-fitting black leather pants, perfectly exhibiting her gorgeous round arse and the generous bulge in the front. She makes a fucking hot bloke, and she knows it.

Her eyes scan the club, skimming over dancing bodies and couples talking intimately by the bar, and she finally sees who she's looking for, a mess of brown curly hair leaning up against the bar.

"Hello love," she says in an unfamiliar voice, and leans down to kiss Hermione's cheek, sliding hands around her waist.

"Excuse me?" Hermione says, squirming out of Pansy's grasp, "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone." Pansy can't help but feel a little pride that Hermione is so staunchly faithful.

She chuckles, low and deep, and then smirks. "As much as I appreciate you being faithful to me, this potion only lasts 6 hours, and we've got some dancing to do."

Hermione stares, openly. "Pansy? You- you're---" She blinks rapidly, then peers into Pansy's eyes, searching for something. "Oh my god, it is you!"

Pansy pulls Hermione into her arms again, kissing her soundly. She groans as Hermione's mouth opens under her, hot and liquid, and their tongues slide together. She can't help but notice the ache in her groin and the fact that her trousers are starting to feel a bit snug.

She pulls back, grinning, and slides a hand down to cup Hermione's arse. "Thought I'd try out that potion I picked up last week. Works brilliantly, if I do say so myself."

Hermione can't stop touching her, hands running down Pansy's flat chest and up her back, then threading in her short, thick hair. "You look pretty goddamn hot," Hermione says, standing on tiptoe to kiss her mouth again, "I was wondering why you, of all people, would ask me to meet you in a Muggle hetero club."

"Mm," Pansy's arms circle Hermione's waist, marveling in how small she feels in comparison, "Wouldn't want any of our friends to think you were cheating on me, now would we?"

Hermione grasps Pansy's hips, bringing their bodies together so that Pansy's half-hard cock was presed against Hermione's stomach. "No, I guess not." she says with a small smile. Pansy shifts her hips, seeking friction, but Hermione pulls back with a grin.

"Let's dance, I want to show off my new hot boyfriend." She grabs Pansy's hand and worms her way through the crowd of throbbing, writhing bodies until they're in the center of it all, pressed up against each other, people bumping and sliding and rubbing up against them as they dance.

Pansy presses her mouth to Hermione's ear, licking her earlobe before saying, "I knew you were only with me just in case I turned into a man." Hermione laughs and licks Pansy's neck, grinding their hips together deliciously. Pansy groans and presses her leather-clad thigh between Hermione's legs, rucking up her miniskirt and swallowing Hermione's answering moan with a kiss. She brings her hands up Hermione's sides, thumbs just barely brushing against the heavy curve of her breasts and rocks her hips, rubbing her cock against Hermione as her thigh presses against Hermione's cunt.

"I want your fingers in me," Hermione says silkily, breath hot against Pansy's cheek, and Pansy looks around, hoping to one's watching as she slides her hand down Hermione's belly and up under her skirt, encountering nothing but slick wetness. Fuck, she's not wearing any knickers.

"Slut," Pansy murmurs against Hermione's lips before kissing her hard, tongue claiming her mouth, and sliding her fingers through Hermione's folds, cock throbbing with each of Hermione's whimpers and moans, just barely discernable over the thumping bass. She unerringly finds Hermione's clit, circling it with her fingertips before slipping fingers into her cunt, thrusting in and out of her as she rubs against Hermione's clit with her thumb. Hermione clutches at her bicep, kissing her sloppily, cunt slowly tightening around Pansy's large fingers, wetness coating her knuckles.

Hermione pulls back from the kiss, gulping in air as her eyes burn into Pansy's in the dim light of the club. "Fuck me."

Pansy nods and slides her fingers out of Hermione, moving to lead Hermione out of the crowd and towards the bathroom or maybe the exit, but Hermione doesn't go.

"No, I need you right here, right now."

Pansy's cock twitches, already achingly hard. She wants desperately to bury herself in Hermione and fuck her till she screams, but in front of all these people?

"Isn't this a bit public?" Pansy says, arousal slowly overtaking her unease.

Hermione smirks, and brings Pansy's wet hand to her lips, liking it clean. "Says the one who just had his hand up my skirt a minute ago." Hermione's tongue slides rough and hot between her fingers, and Pansy can swear there are nerves on her hand directly connected to her cock because she feels so utterly, hopelessly aroused.

Pansy takes her fingers from between Hermione's lips and replaces them with her mouth. She crushes their lips together, wanting to taste Hermione on her own lips. Hermione's hand comes to rest on the front of her trousers, burning heat through thin leather, and Pansy bites back a groan at the sure touch of her hand, stroking her through those trousers.

She's mesmerized, watching the way Hermione's hips move to the music, stroking Pansy's cock, then undoing the zip and dragging it down tooth by tooth relieving the confining pressure of the leather pants. Pansy's cock springs free, straining upward out of her trousers, and Hermione turns around, rubbing her arse against Pansy, looking for all the world like she's just dirty-dancing with her boyfriend on the dance floor. Pansy reaches down and tugs up Hermione's skirt, exposing the underside of her firm, round arse, and then slides her cock against Hermione's folds, sliding its length against the wetness there. Hermione gasps and reaches back to clutch at Pansy's hip as the head of her cock bumps against Hermione's clit, over and over again.

She reaches back, grasping the base of Pansy's cock, and guides it into her, and Pansy's never felt anything like this, so hotslicktightwet and she wraps her arms around Hermione's waist, pulling her in closer, driving in so deep, and there is nothing for a moment but the sensation of being so completely, utterly surrounded. Hermione grinds back against her, rocking her hips in tiny motions, and Pansy shifts her hips, torn between wanting to thrust and wanting to stay buried like that forever.

Someone bumps into Pansy and she's suddenly painfully aware that she's standing on a dance floor, fucking her girlfriend in full view of a hundred people, any of which could be watching them right now. Something about that sends a strong rush of arousal through her and she nearly comes, just from the adrenaline rush and being inside Hermione like this.

Hermione grabs Pansy's hand and guides it to her clit. Rutting back shamelessly against Pansy's cock. She turns her head, licking Pansy's neck, and Pansy rubs her clit hard, just like Hermione likes it, and thrusts faster, trying to go as deep as she can, and Hermione stiffens for a moment, clenching like a vice around Pansy's cock, and then shudders, waves of orgasm crashing over her as Pansy pumps into her in short, fast strokes, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head at the amazing feeling of Hermione's cunt clenching and spasming around her, and she comes hard, release practically wrenched out of her cock and into Hermione, spurting hot and wet into her and she bites Hermione's shoulder to keep from crying out because it is just too good.

She thrusts until she is spent, and her softening cock slips from Hermione as she leans against her, panting, as the crowd dances and undulates around them. Hermione tugs down her skirt and turns around, grinning breathlessly as she kisses Pansy's jaw and then her lips softly, deft hands reaching down the tuck Pansy back in and zip up her trousers.

"Let's go," she says as she grabs Pansy's hand and leads her out of the crowd and towards the doors. Outside, she pulls Pansy into an alleyway, threading her hands in Pansy's short hair and pulling her down for a kiss. Pansy's spent cock twitches interestedly.

"God, that was hot! I can't wait to get you home and have my way with you." Hermione slides her soft curves against the hard planes of Pansy's body and she kisses Hermione back eagerly.

Pansy pulls back with a mock pout. "So you just love me for my cock, huh?"

Hermione can't suppress the giggle that bubbles out of her. "Of course not! I also love you for your arse, and your mouth, and your -" Pansy shuts her up with a searing kiss, and then picks her up, amazed at how easy it is to toss Hermione over her shoulder.

"Let's go home, love," Pansy says with a laugh as Hermione struggles in her grip, "I want to fuck you a few more times before this wears off, and then a few times after."