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The smoke cleared, and Pansy saw Draco lying unconscious on the floor of the unused classroom. Harry Potter stood over him, his wand still fizzling.
Pansy pouted. How many times had this happened, now? Every time Draco went after Potter, he came out worse. Every time, she would revive him (and his cronies, if they were there) and escort him back to the Slytherin common room. Every time, she would coo over his barely-there wounds and nod sympathetically as he complained about how Potter had cheated.
In all honesty, she was getting a bit sick of it.
That was why she had upped the ante. Earlier that week, Pansy had told Draco that if he managed to take Potter down in a duel, she would give him a kiss… downstairs.
Like any teenager, Draco’s eyes had lit up, and he immediately began planning how to lure Potter to the classroom where they now stood. Pansy had helped, poking and prodding the plan here and there to eliminate some of Draco’s dumber ideas.
Finally, she had thought, He’ll finally be motivated to win. I won’t have to be the girlfriend of a loser who gets trounced by a boy raised by Muggles.
But it was not to be. No sooner had Draco sprung his trap than Potter had him disarmed and stunned on the floor.
Even Potter looked bored by the outcome. “Is your plan to get me used to fighting unskilled opponents so I won’t know what to do when I face a real one?” he muttered. Predictably, the insensate Draco didn’t respond.
Pansy barely stifled a giggle. Potter’s eyes snapped to her hiding place in a little alcove. His wand rose a little.
“Parkinson?” he said. “Are you his second?”
She stepped out of the alcove, showing her bare hands. She wasn’t afraid. Potter had never hexed her at any of the other scuffles she’d witnessed.
“I’m no duellist,” she replied honestly.
Potter lowered his wand and nudged Draco with his foot. “Neither is he.”
“True.” Pansy wandered closer, not sparing a glance for her fallen boyfriend. “This one is my fault, though.”
Up close, she could appreciate how tall Potter was, how his jet-black hair and intense green eyes gave him a dangerous aura despite his heroic reputation.
Potter frowned, his eyebrows crinkling cutely. “What do you mean?”
“I told him if he beat you in a duel, I’d give him a reward.”
Now he looked annoyed, his lips pursing. “Why? I’ve got enough on my plate without you Slytherins causing extra trouble.”
Pansy sighed dramatically, flicking her dark fringe to one side. “I’m just so sick of having a boyfriend who always loses. I thought maybe motivation was the problem.”
Potter scoffed. “Malfoy doesn’t need extra motivation to want to beat me. His problem is he starts celebrating in his mind before we even begin to duel. His eagerness betrays him." He shook his head. “What was the reward, anyway? He seemed especially distracted today.”
Pansy clasped her hands over her chest demurely. “I was going to give him a very special kiss.”
Potter rolled his eyes. “Gee, lucky him.”
He made to leave, and Pansy watched him take two long strides towards the door, before her mouth opened without permission and she said the unthinkable.
“But I think I’ll give it to you instead,” she said.
Potter paused, then glanced over his shoulder. “What.”
Pansy moved to stand in front of him, blocking his way out. “You won the duel. It’s only fair that you get the reward.”
Potter checked his watch. “Sure, Parkinson. Whatever you say.” Then without asking permission, he swooped down and pecked her on the lips. To say a fire spread through her body would be an understatement. He just did it, so carelessly, like crossing off a chore on a to-do list.
He was about to move past once more when she stopped him with both her hands on his chest. His very firm, quite well-muscled chest. She could feel his hard body even through his robes, and she loved how tiny her pale little hands looked against him.
“Not that kind of kiss, Potter,” she said lowly.
Pansy dropped to her knees, her face burning all the while, and pulled the hem of Potter’s robes over her head. The ambient noise of the castle was muted as she found herself in a world consisting of Harry Potter’s jeans. With trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt and pulled them down, revealing his boxer shorts.
A sizeable lump was growing in said shorts, and Pansy swallowed heavily before tugging them down, reasoning that if Potter wanted to stop her, he would have done so already.
His toned stomach gave way to dark, curly hair, before his stiff rod stuck out, nearly whacking her in the face. The scent of the day’s sweat filled her nose and she felt her nipples harden and rub almost painfully against her shirt.
Pansy gently gripped Potter’s length, only for it to flex so strongly that she lost her purchase. She tried again, with two hands, and watched his foreskin slide back off his smooth, bulbous head. She found she was breathing heavily.
It was dark under Potter’s robes, and if she was going by sight alone, that might explain why Potter’s cock seemed so huge and beastly. But with her hands on it, there was no option but to concede that it really was a big one.
Pansy had only ever seen one other, that of her boyfriend. It had been a slender, pale thing that made her think of a shy worm. Potter’s was something else entirely – a wild thing, a brutish weapon.
Her thighs clenched.
A kiss, she had promised Draco. And she had meant it. She would have kissed his cock, and that’s all. Her plan had been to use escalating rewards to keep Draco from humiliating himself.
But all of that was out the window now. Pansy had cracked, and the lurking resentment she felt towards Draco now surged forth in full. Why should she support a boy who constantly failed to prove his worth? Why should she tend his wounds – real or imagined – and help his ego recover?
Why couldn’t she have the winner for once?
A moan slipped out of her as she leaned forward and took Potter’s cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue, savouring the taste, breathing the smell, letting them settle in her memory. She pushed further, but found her throat simply couldn’t accommodate Potter. Instead, she settled for sucking on the head and using her hands on the rest.
The fact that Draco lay unconscious only a few feet away only made her suck harder.
This is what a winner gets, she thought viciously. You could have had this, but you failed.
Pressure appeared on the sides of her head, and Pansy realised Potter was holding her through his robes. His hips began moving to match her efforts, and all she could do was hold on for the ride. Tears rolled down her cheeks, no doubt ruining her mascara, and Potter’s cock bullied her dainty tongue into submission even as she tried to placate it.
Pansy had to abandon her hold on his cock, instead grasping his muscled thighs for support as he fucked her mouth. One of her hands brushed his hanging testicles, so she felt them pulse moments before hot, thick liquid shot into her throat. She coughed and gagged, but it kept coming, forcing her to swallow or drown. She swallowed.
Finally, it was over, and after using her lips to milk out the last few drops, Potter pulled away. His robes swept over her head and she was out in the cool air of the classroom once more. She panted and coughed, wiping vainly at her wet chin.
A cleaning charm swept over her, erasing his seed from her skin and fixing her makeup and hair – both of which had to be in a real state by this point.
Pansy looked up in surprise to see Harry completing the spell with one hand while fixing himself beneath his robes with the other. His cheeks were flushed, but his green eyes sparkled.
“A very special kiss, huh?” said Potter.
Pansy climbed unsteadily to her feet. “Well, I didn’t want to be vulgar about it.”
Potter laughed, quite a nice sound she found. “This isn’t how I expected my day to go.”
Pansy giggled too, until a nearby groan cut her short. “Draco is waking up. You’d better go.”
Nodding, Potter went to the door. He glanced once over his shoulder to smile at Pansy, then was gone.
Pansy went to a glass cabinet and inspected her reflection, fixing a few things that Potter had missed – things that only a girl would know to fix. Finally, she returned to Draco and knelt by his side.
Slowly, her… ‘boyfriend’ returned to the land of the living, looking bleary and unfocused.
“What… What happened?” he mumbled.
“You duelled Potter,” she said simply. “You lost.”
Even disoriented, Draco’s brow furrowed in anger. “He cheated, didn’t he?” Sitting up slowly, Draco rubbed his head. “No honour, those Gryffindors…”
Pansy decided not to answer, instead humming and patting his back as his senses returned. Slowly, what passed for intelligence replaced the glassiness in his eyes.
“Pansy,” he said. “What about the reward?”
Of course he would want to claim the reward despite losing.
Pansy made a show of thinking it over. “Well… The reward was only if you win. But you can have a consolation prize?”
Draco nodded, frowning.
Pansy leaned in and kissed him on the lips, letting her tongue dart inside his mouth. By the time he realised what was happening, she had pulled away.
“You taste good,” Draco said with a smile.
Pansy smiled back.
Another day, another duel.
Pansy had hardly stopped thinking about the results of the previous Potter-Malfoy clash. She’d been desperately trying to convince Malfoy to try again, but the pale boy always got so sulky after losing, so it took nearly a month to make any progress.
Draco had refused to go alone again, so he brought Crabbe and Goyle this time. The arena: the trophy room at midnight. Pansy had constructed a narrative that it was time to take things back to where they all began – that first duel Draco had arranged and then chickened out on. Of course, she hadn’t phrased it quite like that. But Draco liked any story that framed his victory as inevitable, and the added promise of secret delights Pansy had sprinkled on top probably didn’t hurt.
And yet…
It was over. Crabbe and Goyle lay slumped in the corners of the room where they had intended to ambush Potter, and Draco was face-down on the stone floor, covered in boils and with at least one broken bone.
Potter stood there, victorious once more, looking around at his fallen opponents with about as much interest as the last bit of broccoli on a plate.
“Every time, the same plan,” he muttered.
Pansy stepped out from behind a trophy case, her hands raised pre-emptively. Potter saw her, but didn’t raise his wand. Instead, she saw his eyes flick up and down, and felt gratified that she had chosen her more form-fitting robes for this evening’s outing.
“Parkinson,” said Potter.
“Potter,” said Pansy.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
Pansy gave a little curtsey, hoping it showed off her hips. “I’ll always be there to cheer on my boyfriend.”
“Right.” His dry response made her smile. He stalked closer, and she shivered at the way he towered over her. “And what did you promise him this time?”
Pansy licked her lips slowly. “My virginity.” Despite all her preparation for this day, her voice still wobbled.
Potter smiled. “And now?”
“Now… it belongs to you. You won it, fair and square.”
Potter drew back, looking away but still smiling. “What if I don’t want it?”
Pansy’s heart thudded. “Please…” she whispered. “Please take my virginity.”
She felt her body react just from saying the words, the delicious sensation of submission sending tingles through her nipples and causing a heavy heat to swell below her navel.
Closing with her once more, Potter pulled her in for a kiss. Pansy kissed back so eagerly that she nearly knocked him over. A strong hand seized her by the small of her back and crushed her against his hard-won form. She felt delirious, grinding her core against his side as she snogged him.
Suddenly their robes vanished, and they were left there with Harry in a T-shirt and jeans, and Pansy in black lacey knickers. She gasped as the cool air hit her skin, and then again when she realised Harry could see her tits. He stuffed his wand back in his pocket and grabbed them with both hands, immediately squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Pansy yelped when he tugged on them, but made no attempt to escape. Potter grinned in approval.
“I can’t believe you’ve held out on poor Malfoy,” he murmured. “Half the school thinks you two have gone all the way.”
“Never,” she said breathily. “Only kissing. He showed me his cock once, but I pretended to be too shy to do anything with it. It was so small and gross.”
Potter laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head. Pansy helped by unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall so he could step out of them. His cock stood out proudly, no boxer shorts this time. Had he expected something like this, or just hoped for it? Either way, she wasn’t complaining.
Immediately, she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. The flavour and scent she had memorised came back to her fully, and she nearly cried for the relief they brought. For a whole month, she had been fantasising about getting to taste Potter’s cock again. It had been nearly all she could think about.
But Potter clearly had something else on his mind. He pushed her to the floor, where she expected to hurt her butt, only to find their robes waiting to cushion her fall. She landed with her legs spread and lacy black knickers askew.
Potter knelt between her legs and, with as much care as he’d shown his opponents, he snapped her knickers off and tossed them aside. Pansy moaned just from the sight. Her lips were stuck to her inner thigh, she was so wet.
Potter shuffled closer, and began dragging his bulging cock head over her pussy, getting it slick.
“You might as well dispense with the pretences,” he said. “Just show up at the Gryffindor common room entrance and ask for me. If anyone asks why, tell them the truth. The whole school would know you’re a horny little slut who loves to give herself to the guy who beats up her boyfriend. You could even sit at our table for meals – or under it. Would you like that, Pansy?”
Pansy was up on her elbows, watching with a slack jaw as Harry teased her. When he said her name for the first time, she couldn’t stop the explosion of pleasure inside her, not when his big cock kept bullying her delicate folds like that. She shuddered and squirted onto his cock, letting out a noise better suited for animals.
Potter chuckled. “Guess that’s a yes.”
And then, without asking, Potter slid inside Pansy’s pussy.
Still mid-orgasm, Pansy could see nothing but stars as he took her virginity. She was so achingly full, and it just kept going. She was nothing but a whimpering, babbling mess, her body now flat and spread out before him, nothing concealed, everything offered.
If he’d asked her to marry him in that moment, she would have said yes.
Potter slid all the way in, his balls coming to rest against her ass cheeks. Pansy could only stare up at him through wide eyes, her head lolling. He pulled back out, a journey of a thousand miles for the way it made her feel, only to slam home once more.
This is sex, she thought vacuously, This is sex, and I’m having it with Harry Potter.
Again and again, he invaded her holiest place and forced it to conform to his shape. She felt lighter than air. There had to be magic involved, the way she felt like an indelible mark had been laid upon her by Potter, something that no other man could match.
She squirted again, this time splashing his heavy balls, but Potter only smirked as he continued to fuck her. She felt like she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, because it kept coming straight back out as a series of gurgling squeaks. Tears filled her eyes. This was everything she wanted from a man, everything she knew now she would never get from Draco.
“I love you,” she squealed, coming yet again. Potter grunted, his visage dark and primal as he approached his own end.
“You’re mine,” was all he said, in a growl that had her brain doing flips.
With that, he came to a halt all the way inside, and she could feel his balls clenching against her ass as he poured his seed into her pussy. She watched in awe as his muscles stood out from the strain, as his veins popped and his teeth grit, and felt as though she had been caught by a predator, caught and tamed, owned inside and out.
Pansy’s final orgasm was so powerful she fainted.
When she came to, Potter lay beside her, his chest heaving. They were both slick with sweat, and she loved the smell in the air. A most delicious warmth had settled in her belly, and she sighed in contentment when Potter put an arm around her.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since the last time we met,” panted Potter.
Pansy felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach, separate from the trembling of multiple orgasms. “You can do that whenever you want,” she promised, her voice slurring a little.
He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Let’s keep it secret for now. I like seeing you across the Great Hall, pretending not to be a traitor to your house.”
Giggling, Pansy nuzzled her face into his chest. “I like it too. It’s exciting.”
They lay there for a few minutes before Potter pulled out an odd bit of parchment, muttered a few words, and then peered closely at what seemed to be a map.
“Filch will be passing through here soon,” he said. “I’ll lead him away, give you time to recover and help these idiots.” He jerked his chin at the fallen Slytherins.
“Thank you,” Pansy murmured, watching him dress. Making Harry Potter wear robes that concealed his physique was an absolute crime, in her opinion. She sighed when he tucked his cock out of sight, and he flashed her a grin.
Then Harry was gone, and Pansy went about cleaning herself up. She recalled a couple of charms her mother had taught her regarding contraception and testing for pregnancy.
She flicked her wand, and a small white bubble rose from the tip. It flew down and hovered over her womb – further down than she expected. The bubble flashed pink before popping. Pansy stared blankly through the space it had occupied.
She was pregnant. With Harry Potter’s seed.
A tingle raced down her body from the crown of her head to the tail of her spine. Her pink nipples stood out from her tits, leaving no doubt what her body thought of the news.
Malfoy groaned nearby, and she hurriedly got dressed while thinking it over. Her mother had told her of another charm, one that could prevent her from embarrassing her family without giving up the gift Harry had given her.
She breathed, and said the words. A strange, cold sensation emanated from her womb before settling.
The pregnancy would remain suspended, frozen until she cast the counter-spell. One day she would be free from this school, free from her parents and their expectations. Then she could reveal her little surprise, her and Harry’s, and see what life might come of it.
Time passed, and Pansy noticed she wasn’t the only girl on Harry Potter’s cock.
It didn’t bother her as much as she expected. Her little secret had a way of assuaging her jealousy. The fact that she kept meeting with Harry, now without Malfoy or his goons, kept her satisfied physically as well.
She had a feeling that she’d started the fire inside him, and if other girls warmed themselves by it, that was all well and good. But she was the spark.
The Quidditch game ended with Harry clutching the Snitch and Draco glaring impotently with the rest of the Slytherins. Harry was picked up on the shoulders of the three Gryffindor chasers, and Pansy noticed how liberal they were with touching his body.
It seemed Pansy wasn’t the only one who liked to reward winners.
After the match, while Slytherins were muttering darkly and sulking in the common room, Pansy walked through the corridors. She knew many of the places Harry liked to go with girls, having been taken there herself quite a few times.
Finally, she reached the unused classroom where she had tasted him for the first time.
Pansy opened the door and swiftly entered, passing the boundary of a silencing spell as she did.
Moans filled her ears.
Harry lay flat on his back on a table while Angelina Johnson bounced on his cock. She was fit, and her dark skin looked really good against Harry’s rugged form. Her long locks bounced as she grasped her own breasts, and the squishy sound coming from each landing told Pansy she was enjoying herself quite a bit.
On Harry’s face sat Alicia Spinnet, grinding back and forth and making a high-pitched keening sound the whole while. Her face was screwed up in concentration as Harry ate her pussy, and she kept making little spasming movements that Pansy took to mean she was already several orgasms deep.
An adjacent table held the prone form of Katie Bell. She had seed on her face and her hair was a mess, so clearly she had first go. Now, she seemed to be finding her second wind, leaning on her elbows while watching her friends fuck, playing with her slick, shaved pussy.
“Fucking get it, Angie,” Katie growled, biting her lip. “Take that fucking cock.”
“Oh God,” Angelina cried, throwing her head back. “Yes, yes, yessss!”
Alicia doubled over, grinding her ass into Harry’s face. “I can’t – I can’t – It’s too much.”
Katie rolled her legs off the edge of her table. “Buck up, Spinnet. If you’re done, make room. I want a go.”
Pansy closed the door behind her and walked over to the group.
“Parkinson?” Katie Bell spun around, her tiny, sporty boobs not moving an inch. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Gradually, the attention of the others was drawn to the newcomer. Harry’s eyes positively ignited when he saw her.
“I promised a sexy surprise for Draco if he beat you,” said Pansy. She pulled her robes over her head and let them fall to the floor, revealing her petite and utterly bare form. “But seeing as he failed…”
Pansy turned on the spot and bent at the waist. Her hands pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the message written in black lipstick.
POTTER’S
WH*RE
The ‘O’ in whore was replaced by her little asshole, which she winked provocatively. She looked over her shoulder at the stunned Gryffindors, taking particular delight in Harry’s throbbing cock and almost cruel expression. She smiled.
“To the winner go the spoils.”