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“Parkinson!” An intimately familiar voice yelled from somewhere beyond the triage room she was working in.
Salazar, what did he want now? She prayed Draco would handle the situation while she finished the last few stitches needed to close the gaping wound on George’s eyebrow. Courtesy of some new WWW product she didn’t care enough to ask about. That hadn’t stopped her second favourite Weasley from nattering on about it, either way.
She’d just finished tying off the suture and snipped the end of the accelerated healing thread off with a flick of her wand when he burst in.
“Potter, you can’t just–” Draco huffed from close behind him. So much for counting on an incompetent man–oldest friend, or not–to take care of anything.
She met George’s eyes and rolled her own before saying, “All set. Don’t let me see you in here for another week, yeah?”
George winked and hopped off the table with a jaunty little salute. “Aye, aye, Healer Parkinson.”
She ignored the two men she knew were still standing in the doorway and finished cleaning up the mess of gauze, blood, and leftover suture thread, all the while trying to calm her racing heart.
It wasn’t until the room was completely cleared that she deigned to turn around and face them.
He had the air of a person who knew. She ignored Draco entirely and cocked a brow at Potter as if to say, Come on then, let’s have this out.
Her suspicions were confirmed when he barked out, “Leave us, Malfoy.”
Draco, as predicted, lingered. “Pansy, are you good or–?”
She smiled up at him and nodded. “I’m good, Draco. Do me a favour and close the door behind you?”
He hesitated so she sent a gentle burst of magic his way, scooting him a few inches backward until she was able to shut, and lock, the door in his face.
All traces of her smile vanished the instant she and Potter were alone. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The harshness of her voice cracked like a whip through the small room.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” By contrast, his voice was soft and she shuddered at the way it broke slightly at the end of his question.
She didn’t want to be doing this. Not today while at work. Not ever if it were up to her. He had been the one to walk out on her. He’d made it clear to her that she wasn’t what he wanted. That thought alone, after having been so carefully buried for weeks, reignited the banked fire deep within her chest.
“Oh fuck you, Potter. How dare you come to my place of work to ask me that?” She was spitting mad now and strode close enough to poke the sharp nail of her pointer finger into his chest.
He reared back, “What are you talking about? Pansy, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for weeks now!”
It was satisfying to hear him say it out loud. She’d been filtering her mail, had blocked him from her Floo, and had wondered at the lengths he’d go to try to reach her.
She scoffed and crossed her arms over her heaving chest. “And why do you think I would be interested in what you have to say?” She needed to calm down. This level of stress wasn’t going to do her any good but she just couldn’t help it. He always knew how to rile her up.
Potter made a noise of frustration through clenched teeth and pulled at the ends of his hair before prowling toward her.
The damned room was so small it didn’t take long until she was stumbling backward in her attempt to put distance between them once again.
She never stood a chance.
Years of swift seeker reflexes that had been transferred and honed to fit his career as a skilled Auror allowed him to strike with preternatural speed. She was pinned against the nearest wall seconds later.
“I think,” Potter leaned down to whisper in her ear and she shivered as his familiar scent flooded her senses, “If you had even an inkling…”
He trailed off to trace his nose along the shell of her ear before continuing, “You would have answered my owls a long time ago.”
For a moment she allowed herself to sink into his familiar warmth. It hadn’t been easy, these last few months. There were so many times she found herself close to caving before remembering how he’d answered Ginny’s desperate plea and never returned to bed.
Call it hormones, call it one of the many ill-fated effects of a broken heart, but Pansy found tears welling in her eyes for the thousandth time this month. “I can’t do this right now, Potter. I just…can’t.”
He leaned back a fraction, and the look on his face after seeing her tears nearly brought her to her knees. Pure devastation. His forehead came down to rest on hers and his thumb swiped away a fat teardrop before it dripped off her jaw.
“Oh, honey.”
That fucking name was what broke her at last. “Don’t fucking call me that. You lost the right when you walked out on me and didn’t come back.”
“Pansy, what are you talking about? Wait a minute…Is that what this has all been about?” He looked so bewildered it almost convinced her.
She screamed through her teeth so that she wouldn’t sob. “Of course, that’s what this is all about! Do you think I want to do this alone? No! But what choice do I have when you picked her over me?” She knew she was babbling now but she couldn’t stop. Everything she’d kept bottled up since they’d ended boiled up and poured out of her. “And that’s fine. I get it. You two had years to build bonds, and you’re already part of her family. It hurts but…I get it.”
She didn't but he would never know that.
Pansy could have kept going, and would have, had Potter not gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up to look directly at him. “You have to be kidding me. Pansy, you absolute muppet, Ginny is gay.”
The whirlwind of emotions and feelings fell silent within Pansy’s mind at those last three words. The She-Weasel was gay? But…
Potter pinched her chin and shook her head gently to get her to focus. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
She didn’t know what she was thinking. Everything was so messy inside her head and Ginny was apparently gay, and had Pansy really distanced herself from the father of her unborn child over a simple misunderstanding?!
She sucked a giant breath in through her nose and slowly blew it out through her mouth. “You’re telling me the truth? Ginny is attracted to women?”
Potter’s intense gaze bored into her own. “Yes. That night she Floo’d in, she’d just told Molly. The woman, having been somehow blindsided by the fact that two of her children are gay and wouldn’t be producing more grandchildren for her, had a right fit. Ginny asked me to come through to help calm her and it took well into the night for everyone to settle down. And then Charlie had a portkey in the next day and, well, it honestly slipped my mind to send you an owl. By the time I tried to come back around you’d sealed everything up tight and stopped answering my mail.”
Pansy allowed her eyes to slide closed as her brain struggled to process everything he’d said. She’d fucked up here. Majorly. Her mind backpedalled to different conversations she’d had the past few weeks with Theo, who was dating Charlie, and Hermione, who she now realised was trying not to out her friend while also trying to clue Pansy in on the fact that her head was too far up her arse to see the situation clearly.
All of it made her want to cry anew. Because of her stupid, unfounded insecurities, she had isolated herself for her entire first trimester. He’d missed all of it because she’d been too stubborn to hear him out and that was time they’d never get back. He would hate her when he found out. Though…what had he said when he first walked in? “ Why didn’t you tell me?”
She couldn’t wait another second. “Potter. Harry. I'm so sorry. And I’m…well there’s something I need to tell you. You see…”
Harry’s hands fell from where they had rested on her cheeks and drifted down her sides. He hesitated, minutely, and she knew it was because he wasn’t sure of how she would react to what he undoubtedly wanted to do. She grasped one of his wrists and slid his hand the rest of the way to her belly. The bump had only just begun to pop but she knew he would be able to tell.
“Fuck,” he gasped, hoarsely. “So it’s true then? You’re…you’re pregnant?”
She nodded and smiled at him tentatively. “It’s yours, Harry. In case there was any doubt.”
He squeezed her hip and without warning drew her into a tight hug. Her breasts, which were already a significant amount bigger and a thousand times more sensitive, pressed against his chest and a long, drawn-out moan slipped out of her.
Harry froze and Pansy wanted to sink through the floor. Seeing him, feeling him in her arms, had reminded her, quite painfully, how gods-damned horny she’d been the last few weeks.
She could practically feel him putting the pieces together and knew he’d figured it out for himself when one of his hands came up to knead the back of her neck. It was something he used to do for her that had her softening to putty on a normal day. But now? With foreign hormones coursing through her body and a dry spell longer than she’d been in since the war? Her entire body arched into his and she considered pawing at him until he ripped her clothes off and touched her like only he knew how. She was no better than Crookshanks at this point.
A dark chuckle vibrated against the top of her head. “Oh, honey. Do you need to be taken care of?”
The desperation of her nod was frankly embarrassing but the hand he’d slid up to continue massaging her scalp felt too good for her to care.
He wedged one of his thighs between her legs and holyfuckingshite the thin material of her scrubs and cotton panties did nothing to mask the solid warmth now pressing against her swollen clit. She couldn’t have stopped herself from rocking against his muscled thigh even if she wanted to. And she absolutely did not want to stop.
She’d tried everything to satisfy the burning ache for more that raged within her since he’d been gone. Her fingers. Muggle toys she’d ordered. And still, she was consumed with the endless need for more, more, more day and night.
Harry pushed aside the curtain of hair that hid her neck and nipped his way down to where it met her shoulder. “When your shift is over, Pansy,” he murmured into her skin. “I’ll be taking you to my bed. I plan on spending hours mapping every one of your body’s new changes like a damned cartographer. But now…Now I think I’ll just focus on taking the edge off.”
He pressed his thigh firmly against her centre and palmed both arse cheeks, giving them a dirty squeeze before settling his grip to help rock her against him. Up and down against his hard length and, “Fuck, Potter, I think I’m about to come.”
It took all of ten seconds of riding his thigh for an orgasm to barrel down her spine and she was clutching onto his shoulders for dear life. She allowed her head to thump back into the wall behind her as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was so much more sensitive, that she knew. But that little display was a bit embarrassing.
The small room already smelled of sex and they were just getting started. Or so she hoped.
“That fast, huh?” She could hear the grin in Harry’s voice and the familiarity of it made her surge up to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss. This wasn't the time for finesse and skill. She'd been without him for long enough.
The man tasted of Chocolate Frogs, an indulgence he could never get enough of, even now. She wanted to suck every ounce of sweetness from his tongue.
Her hands slid down his chest and gripped the hem of his t-shirt to tug it over his head. She’d been dreaming of the feel of his skin on hers for weeks and weeks. It was one of the many things she’d never appreciated enough until it was gone.
Once he’d reached down to tear his shirt the rest of the way off, she divested herself of her top. When her vision was free of the obstruction, she glanced up to find Harry staring at her chest.
“Like what you see, Potter?” She smirked. He’d always enjoyed worshiping her tits, even when they were a hell of a lot smaller than they were now. “Feel free to touch just…gently. They’re very sensitive.”
Both of his hands immediately rose to cup them. His thumbs traced circles around her peaked nipples through the thick fabric of the sports bra she’d thrown on this morning.
She squirmed at the sensation. It wasn’t enough. “Put that mouth to good use, would you?” She panted and he wasted no time pulling the top of her bra down until he could tuck the fabric under both of her breasts. The cool air in the room tightened her nipples and she sucked in a preemptive breath as Harry lowered his head to take one into his mouth.
“Godric, Pansy. Missed how you taste.” He grunted and continued his desperate teasing.
“Ahhh, oh my god, Harry. More.” She begged and he rolled the other nipple between skilled fingers, vacillating between pinching and tracing, all the while lapping at the other with his tongue until her knees buckled.
He took this as an opportunity to scoop her into his arms and set her on the exam table. It was the perfect height for him to step between her legs, pulling her to the edge so that he could rub himself against her centre again.
“No, stop, stop. I want you inside of me.” Pansy leaned back onto her hands and lifted her hips to show him she wanted her scrub bottoms and knickers off– now.
Harry straightened and shifted on his feet. She could tell he was hesitating–but why? “What’s wrong?” The question had come out sharper than she’d intended. It was obvious he was still attracted to her but…
He stepped forward and gripped her chin once more. “Pansy. Get out of your head for one minute. Nothing’s wrong I just…I’ve never had sex with a pregnant person before. What if I hurt you?”
The look of genuine concern on his face almost made her cry. She cupped his cheeks and stroked up the length of them with her thumbs. Oh, this man and his big heart. “You won't, I promise. I’m not breakable, Harry. And right now, I want you to fuck out all the pent-up sexual frustration that’s been building in me for weeks.”
She whined at the end for good measure and he lunged. His fingers delved under her waistband and with a few tugs over her arse and down her legs, she was bare before him. He hadn’t even touched her and she could already feel herself dripping onto the plastic beneath her.
She whimpered as his calloused fingers ghosted up the silken skin of her inner thighs. To distract herself from his torturous ministrations, she grabbed one of the belt buckle loops of his trousers and tugged him even closer.
“Potter, listen carefully because this is probably the one and only time you’ll ever hear me say this. We’re skipping the foreplay today. I need you inside me right now. Fuck waiting. I’m done with all that.” And she was. Nothing was more important at that moment than her scrambling to undo the button of his trousers and shoving them down over his arse to guide his thick cock to her slick entrance.
“No briefs? Is this a new development?” She panted and tugged his mouth down to hers at the same time he slid home in one slow push.
He dipped his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers. She wanted to feel so wrapped up in him that it would be impossible to tell where her body started and his ended.
When he withdrew, he looped an arm under one of her legs and lifted it up and to the side. The new angle allowed her to draw him in even deeper and she relished the feel of him bottoming out in a way her fingers and toys never came close to.
“Rushed down here to see you,” he panted and steadily thrust in and out of her, stopping to grind her clit against him now and then. It was criminal, the way he knew how to work her over with his body and words. “Didn’t care to waste time putting them on.”
Merlin, he was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. She dug a heel into the back of his thighs in an attempt to pull him even closer.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder, Potter.”
He threw his head back and moaned, the grip of his fingers on her thigh becoming almost unbearably tight but she relished in the bit of pain. She slung an arm around his neck and slid her nails up and into his dark, messy locks.
“Christ, Pansy. You take me so good. Unlike any witch I’ve ever met. Mother of my child.” He pounded into her and pleasure, low in her belly, coiled tightly at those last words.
“Can’t wait ‘til you’re round with our baby. So that everyone knows you’re mine. That I filled you up and put that baby there. Gonna fill you up again right now.” Harry leaned forward to suck on a nipple and Pansy arched up into him, giving him better access. “Can’t wait for these to be heavy with milk, too. Fuck, Pansy, you’re so beautiful,” he was nearly incoherent now. Babbling and fucking and it was all Pansy could do to hold on and ride wave after wave of pleasure.
She slid a hand between them and worked her clit over with her middle and ring fingers, circling them in time to Harry’s thrusts. The pressure built and built until she shattered on a scream as he continued fucking her through it, kissing up her chest and nipping at the junction of her shoulder and neck until his thrusts stuttered and he choked out a guttural groan as he spilled into her.
He stayed inside her until he’d softened fully, his body protectively curved around her own. There was much to be said between the two of them, that was true. But now, at this moment, all Pansy could see was a scene unfolding in her head of the two of them–together–raising this unborn child that she already loved more than she had thought possible.
“Come home to me when you're finished with your shift, Pansy,” Harry whispered into her neck and she hummed contentedly in agreement. “Let me take care of you. I just…will you let me love you? Both of you?”
She nodded. She would allow him to do all of that–and more.
Seven weeks later
Pansy lay back on the exam table as Padma studied a complicated diagnostic over her exposed stomach.
“Would you like to know the gender?”
She glanced over at Harry who shrugged. It didn’t matter what their baby was, not as long as they were healthy. But…
“You’d better tell her, Padma,” Harry laughed. “I can tell her brain will explode if she can’t plan accordingly.
Padma smiled and looked between the two of them before saying, “Congratulations, you two. You’re having a little girl.”
Oh gods. A girl. Pansy knew without a doubt what her name would be, too.
She reached up to squeeze one of Harry’s hands and smiled at him softly. “Lily. Her name will be Lily.”