Pansy was sitting in History of Magic and found her mind wandering one afternoon early in the term. She pictured herself in a brightly lit room; and looking down, she was wearing nothing but her skin. Strangely, this didn't bother her in the slightest, especially since Hermione was standing in front of her, dressed the same way. Pansy's eyes closed as Hermione leaned in and started kissing her. She felt one arm wrap around her back, while the other made its way down between her legs. She shuddered as she imagined the other girls" finger slipping inside her veil. She moaned when Hermione pulled back, but sighed when Hermione was replaced by Harry. Harry laid Pansy down on her back; so he would be better able to work his will.. Meanwhile, Hermione moved to straddle Pansy's face, and, Pansy, knowing what would please her; opened her mouth, and prepared to worship. Just as she was starting to use her tongue on her Mistress; she shuddered to feel her Master pry open her rear, and start to force his way into her most private opening. Just as she was allowing herself to sink deeper into the fantasy, Pansy felt a shove on her arm. Jerking back to reality; she saw her dorm mate Daphne Greengrass sitting there, smirking at her. Rubbing her arm; Pansy shook her head and tried to focus on what the professor was saying.