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🌷⋅Pansy⋅🌷
October 31, 2001
Pansy Parkinson considered herself cool under pressure, so why were her palms so sweaty as she watched Hermione and Neville Longbottom conversing casually?
The annual Hog’s Head Halloween party was in full swing at this point. The room was filled with her former classmates, but Pansy only had eyes for Hogwarts’ newest Herbology Professor. When Hermione had informed her that Neville had ended his three-year relationship with Hannah the Hufflepuff, she had been giddy with glee over the chance to be reacquainted with the wizard.
Pansy was not afraid to admit she had a crush that had festered since her fifth year, even though many of the witches around her hadn’t seemed to realize what a catch he was until after he became a war hero. She, on the other hand, first noticed him after they were forced to pair up for a Herbology assignment. When Pansy sat next to him in that greenhouse, she was prepared for the hostility she was used to receiving from all the Gryffindors, but Neville had been unexpectedly kind. Over the week it took them to complete the project, Pansy couldn’t help growing attached.
Now that he was single again, and there was no megalomaniac attempting to take over the wizarding world, she was determined to put herself in his line of sight. She argued with herself that she didn’t want anything serious. No, a brief fling to get him out of her system would suffice, but it didn’t explain the nerves that fluttered in her stomach when Hermione smiled and waved her over.
Dodging the dancing revelers, she made her way over to her best friend. Everyone had dressed up in their costumes and there was a mixture of muggle and wizard designs. Theo’s Snape costume in particular was a popular hit. Pansy herself had decided to come as Snow White. She had all the same features as the animated princess and it was easily recognizable to any of the wizards and witches who grew up on muggle media. Plus she couldn’t deny it made her feel sexy and confident as she stopped in front of the wizard she was hoping to catch the eye of tonight.
“Neville, you remember Pansy Parkinson, right?” Hermione introduced her.
“Umm, yes, hello,” he greeted, seeming confused by her sudden appearance.
Hermione had informed her that Neville’s costume was of a ‘fire-fighter’ when they first arrived. According to Hermione, muggles have a specific occupation composed of hot men with six packs who put out fires for a living. Pansy thought it was silly, but looking at Neville now, she understood why muggle women were drawn to a man in uniform. He was kind enough to offer her a handshake, which she took, noting his hand was calloused and warm in hers.
“Hello, Neville,” she replied politely, attempting to cover her fraying nerves.
She shot Hermione a look for help and the witch rushed to keep the conversation flowing.
“I was staying with Pansy while she renovated my new flat,” Hermione informed him. “Maybe you can visit us in London and see it over the winter holidays? Since you started at Hogwarts, we have been missing you at pub night.”
Pansy had not been a frequent attendee at the monthly pub nights but would make an exception if Neville would be there.
“Oh, I thought you were staying with Harry and Gin after…” Neville stalled on bringing up the Weasel.
Pansy almost intervened to fill the silence after his voice trailed off. Hermione was still not comfortable discussing the recent end of her engagement or her ex-fiance, Ronald Weasley. The former couple hadn’t even spoken in the six weeks since she left him behind and fled to visit Pansy and the other Slytherins on their trip to Paris. Hermione, however, was quick to recover and instead tried to shift the conversation to talk up Pansy.
“No, with everything going on it didn’t feel like the right call,” Hermione shook her head before gesturing to her. “Besides, I think this one would have taken personal offense if I had turned down her offer.”
Pansy rolled her eyes at her friend. Hermione was pulling her punches in her description of Pansy’s reaction when it was hinted she had stayed anywhere else during her transition.
“What she means to say is I would have been a bitch,” she jested with a playful nudge to Hermione’s ribs causing the witch to roll her eyes.
He looked between the two witches with a judgemental expression before replying.
“If I remember correctly, Parkinson, you have always been a bitch,” Neville challenged.
Pansy’s heart sank, Neville would never see her more as a childhood bully. No matter how far she came, some people could see past the vapid, insecure girl she had been in her youth. The whole thing was somewhat comical. She spent all this time hoping to get close to him because of the kindness he had shown her during their time at school, only to have him be the awful and judgemental one in this conversation. Despite herself, she burst into a peal of laughter. When she got control of herself, she shifted into a smirk he likely expected to see and spoke the first words that came to mind.
“Listen, Longbottom, I am well aware I wasn’t a pleasant person in school. I was raised by blood purists to think I was inherently better than everyone else, and until the war, I believed it. I am sorry I didn’t grow up on the ‘right’ side of things, but I am trying now. So maybe I was a giant bitch, but now I am at least a bitch with morals. If you can’t see that, then I won’t bend over backward to prove it to you or anyone else. Even if you are one of the greatest Gryffindor badarses in Hogwarts history for leading a rebellion against the idiot Carrow twins and beheading Lord No-Nose’s giant pet snake.”
Having said her piece, she turned and stomped off to get a drink. Or two. Or three. Merlin, she would need to drink a whole bottle of firewhisky to forget that awful conversation. She found a spot at the bar and stole the shot directly from Blaise's hand. Downing it as he complained.
“Pansy Parkinson what the hell was that for?!” he shouted over the music in frustration.
“Oh hush, I’ll buy you another,” she signaled the bartender for two more shots.
Blaise didn’t respond, just took the drink when it was offered to him. There was a level of friendship that only came from knowing someone your entire life. Hermione had it with Harry, but Pansy had it with Blaise, Theo, and Draco. Of the three, she was closest to Draco, but he was oblivious to his own pining after Hermione tonight, so she made do with the wizard in front of her.
“Neville called me a bitch,” she confessed, downing the shot in her hands.
Blaise drank his own, before smirking at her.
“You are a bitch, Pansy,” he declared.
She shot him a glare, reminded that this is why she preferred Draco. Blaise and Theo typically resorted to jokes to placate her when she was irritated.
“I am aware, Blaise,” she crossed her arms across her chest, feeling the alcohol loosening her tongue. “I just wish people could see past it.”
Vulnerability was not something that came easily to Pansy, nor was she particularly keen on exposing herself in such a tumultuous environment. She attempted to quell the urge to cry as her friend looked on. Blaise’s smirk shifted to something more serious when he placed a hand on her shoulders.
“Pans, Longbottom is an idiot who isn’t worth your time if he can’t see past that tough wall of yours. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
While Blaise's words were meant to comfort, they picked at her. She was a flower in the garden to be admired from afar, but her prickly exterior kept everyone away. It was who she was and no amount of time or energy would be able to change the world’s expectations of Pansy Parkinson.
She meant to respond to him but was distracted by the sight of Theo and George Weasley entering into a dance battle that had her and Blaise momentarily in stitches. Pansy was still of the belief that the two wizards would figure out their mutual attraction eventually, the same as Draco and Hermione who she caught sight of speaking closely together across the bar. It seemed everyone was having some success with their romantic interests tonight besides her. The thought sobered her up so she ordered another shot to dull the pain.
She signaled to Blaise that she wished to be left alone and he departed to rejoin his girlfriend. Luna and Blaise reflected the room's lights as they walked away in their spacesuits. What had started out as a fun night, had turned sour and lonely. She ordered another drink to nurse as she moped. After making it about halfway through her glass, a large figure slid onto the stool next to her.
“This seat taken?” Pansy heard him ask.
Without looking up she knew the husky voice belonged to Neville.
“I was saving it for the biggest arsehole of the night, so I guess it is yours,” she jibed, still not looking at him.
“Ouch,” he said with a small chuckle, “I suppose I deserve that.”
“What do you want, Longbottom?” she demanded, having already lost her patience this evening.
“Well, Hermione pointed out I wasn’t particularly kind during our interaction earlier,” he started.
“That’s an understatement,” she mumbled into her drink.
“I was judgemental and rude,” he continued.
“On that, we can both agree.”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me?” Pansy couldn’t be sure without glancing up but he sounded like he was smiling.
“Just spit out whatever you want to say, Longbottom, clear your conscience so you can get back to having fun with your friends,” she spat, finally looking up and locking eyes with him.
His lips were curved up in a thinly veiled smirk and his eyes sparkled with what she thought could be mistaken for mischief.
“Well if you would let me finish Parkinson, I would like to apologize,” Seeing his face had stunned her into silence and he seized the opportunity to proceed uninterrupted. “I jumped to conclusions and for that I am sorry. If you’ll allow me, I would like to start over and get to know the new Pansy Parkinson.”
His expression shifted, eyes now shining with sincerity as he leaned forward to address her directly.
“And how do you propose you go about getting to know me?” she asked, looking up at him from under her lashes.
All it had taken for Pansy to return to pinning over the wizard was an apology and his admission that he wanted to talk to her. She was ruined, and if he kept staring at her like that, it would not take long for her knickers to be ruined as well.
“Hmm, well I suppose the polite thing would be to ask you questions over a drink,” he replied, using those large, calloused hands to wave over the bartender. “If that is acceptable to you?”
She nodded, not ready to have him leave just yet. He flashed her a true smile and she almost melted into the floor. His questions started easy, asking her about her job and friends. She ended up telling the whole story of her and Hermione’s first excursion together into muggle London that had him choking on his drink. When it was her turn to ask questions, she inquired about his new position at Hogwarts and the trips he had taken to study Herbology outside of Britain. She was engrossed in the story he told her of his time in Peru, stranded for a week with no one but a fellow researcher—who found themselves temporarily turned llama—for company.
While he ordered another round of drinks for them, Pansy took the opportunity to observe him more closely. Her eyes traveled down his broad chest and toned arms before settling on his hands gripping his glass. He glanced over and caught her staring.
“Something to say, Pansy darling?”
“Just surprised by your costume,” she shrugged, attempting to hide her ogling. “Fires and plants don’t usually mix well.”
“Ahh well, I didn’t have much of an option. Borrowed it from Dean who wore it last year since I had been too busy to get something new.”
A simple enough explanation, but she was unsure how to respond so she took another sip of her drink. The alcohol was starting to hit her hard.
“Who are you supposed to be tonight?” Neville asked when she placed her drink back down on the bar.
“Snow White,” she answered and elaborated when he looked confused. “She is a princess from one of those muggle movies Hermione showed me last year.”
“Princess, huh?” Neville smirked. “The title suits you.”
She rolled her eyes outwardly but felt her toes curl at the sound of his playful tone, if she didn’t know any better she might have been under the impression that Neville Longbottom was flirting with her.
“And Professor suits you,” she gushed out before she could stop her mouth from running away from her.
She felt her cheeks warm, but Neville's reaction to her was unexpected. Pansy watched his eyes darken as his tongue came out to lick his lips while his eyes flashed to hers.
“I’ll happily offer you private lessons, princess.”
That title was going to kill her, or at least turn her into a puddle of goo. His comment was too obvious to not be mistaken as flirting, Neville Longbottom was aggressively flirting with her and she very much wanted to flirt back.
“Hmm,” she hummed as she lifted her leg to rub her foot against the back of his calves, pushing against the hard muscle.
“I suppose my herbology knowledge is a bit rusty, Professor,” she emphasized his title again. “These private lessons… what did you have in mind?”
She leaned forward to enhance his eyeline to her chest. Pansy was not going to be the one to break first as she pushed back on Neville’s attempt to rile her, but surprisingly he didn’t back down.
“Well, I found I like to start with an understanding of who I am working with and what is going on underneath,” she watched his hand came up to brush against her wrist where it was holding her glass in an iron grip as he undress her with his eyes.
“Then I would move on to oral lectures.”
Her mouth was dry as he traced along her skin with his fingers, causing her to shiver. He smirked at her reaction to his words, appearing pleased by their effectiveness.
“And finally, I would finish the lesson out with a practical demonstration of my skills.”
His thinly veiled innuendos had Pansy’s breath catching as heat pooled in her knickers. She swallowed before finding the courage to speak.
“I am certain I would find it most enlightening. Tell me, Professor, when could we get started with these lessons?”
“Princess, I'll happily give you one tonight,” he stood from his stool and offered her his hand.
She didn’t need to think about it. Pansy had spent years imagining this moment and to squander it would be a waste. She reached out to grasp his hand and hopped off her stool. Neville threw a few coins on the counter to cover both their tabs and guided her through the mostly drunk bodies to the floo.
“Don’t we need to walk back to Hogwarts?” Pansy inquired.
“Aberforth let McGonagall connect his floo to the teachers' lounge so we could come and go more quickly. They are keyed to only let the professors and their guests in, so don’t let go,” he spoke as he tossed in the floo powder.
Pansy only had a moment of panic at possibly encountering her old professors when their feet landed back inside Hogwarts. The lounge was thankfully empty but they didn’t linger, instead, Neville pulled her out into the dark hallway. It was well past midnight so the students were all asleep in their beds.
Pansy had not returned to the castle since the final battle and was surprised to see it looked just as ancient and unchanged as when she was a student here. She had read in the Daily Prophet about the rebuilding effort, but part of her had believed Hogwarts would remain in ruins forever. It was a comforting feeling to be proven wrong.
The wizard moved swiftly, never relinquishing his grasp on her hand as they silently made their way through the empty halls. When they reached the third floor, he stopped in front of a painting of a willow tree.
“Gillyweed,” Neville offered as a password and the painting swung forward to reveal the chamber hidden behind it.
He let her enter first and she walked past him as she took in the space, turning slowly to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Neville’s private chambers were larger than expected, composed of a kitchenette, sitting room, dining table, and a staircase leading up to the second level with another two doors. There was a skylight above them that currently showed the dark and cloudy November sky, but Pansy sensed that during the rare sunny days, the room would be basked in warm light.
The furnishings filling the space were cozy. The red and gold rug made her think that the wizard had modeled the color scheme after the Gryffindor common room, but she doubted that space would be filled with as many plants. She finished her rotation and assessment of the room and felt Neville’s eyes on her, she quirked a brow at him in a silent question.
“You’re the interior designer, princess. I am just waiting for your critique,” he smiled.
There was the pet name again. She felt her legs turn to jelly each time he used it.
“Afraid to say I don’t have one, Longbottom.”
It was the truth, the space suited Neville. He had put time into making it a home and if she had been asked to design it for him, she felt she would come up with something similar.
“High praise coming from you, but you haven’t seen my bedroom yet,” he said as he pushed off from where he had been leaning against the table to come stand in front of her.
His hands reached out to her hips before pulling her flush against his chest. Her breathing became rapid as one of his hands traveled up her body at an agonizingly slow pace while the other rubbed circles into her hip. When he reached her face, Neville's fingers gently lifted her chin to his. He paused for a moment to give her a chance to move away but she pushed up on her toes to close the distance between them.
Their lips locked and it was as if she was going to combust. It would take more than an actual firefighter to extinguish the feeling of his lips against hers. Despite their flirting and playful banter at the party, this kiss felt more intense and emotional. It sucked the air out of her lungs and Neville used the opportunity to push his tongue inside her mouth.
While she had been lost in the kiss, Neville had walked her backward to the small staircase that led to what she guessed was his bedroom. When her legs hit the first step, his hand came down to her against the back of her thighs and he scooped her up to straddle him in one move without breaking the kiss.
The new position placed her core in line with his cock, which Pansy already could feel hardening inside his trousers. Neville still didn’t stop as he began walking them up the stairs. The ease at which he effortlessly carried her only increased his attractiveness in her opinion.
Once at the top of the landing, he pushed her against the closed door on the right. The wood was rough against her back as they continued to snog for several minutes. Pansy wanted to touch his skin and started pulling against the jacket of his costume. When Neville sensed her intention, he pulled his lips down to her neck before speaking for the first time since they started.
“Ready for that lesson, Miss Parkinson?” he growled against her skin.
If Pansy’s knickers hadn’t already been ruined, that line alone would have done her in. Eager to play along with him, she scratched her fingernails down his back.
“Yes Professor,” she purred, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tensing at her words.
His arm wrapped around her once more to take her weight as she felt the door shoved open behind her. Neville wasted no time as he pushed inside the room. Upon reaching the bed he dropped her onto the mattress.
Stepping back he began to meticulously remove his jacket and suspenders as he kept eye contact. His cotton t-shirt was next before finally dropping his trousers. She rushed to join him in shedding her own clothes, thankful her dress was easy to slip on and off. When she went to unhook her bra, his hand shot out and caught her wrist to stop her.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” he ordered, “I haven’t given you any instructions yet.”
Gods, why did everything about him have to be so sexy? Between his voice, his hands, and that gorgeous face, it wasn’t fair for him to also have a perfectly chiseled chest and mouthwateringly large cock that she could see attempting to escape his boxer briefs. When he trusted her to comply with his directions, he released her wrist.
“Now princess,” he began as he palmed his cock through his pants, “I know you are used to bossing everyone around, but you are not in charge here. So when I tell you to crawl back, get on your knees, and grab the headboard, I don’t want to hear any bitching or you won’t get to come tonight.”
Her first instinct was to argue, but another part of her loved it. Pansy was always the one to take charge and she just wanted to let go tonight. Without another word, she did as he commanded with a level of enthusiasm that surprised her. She crawled up the bed over the crimson comforter until she reached the wooden headboard. Grabbing it with both hands, she bowed over and presented herself to him.
She felt his weight come onto the bed as he joined her. He reached around her to grab her breasts through her bra, kneading them roughly. When he pulled the cups down to expose her nipples before pinching them between his fingers, she whimpered. He must have decided he wanted easier access and a hand came around to unclasp it.
He pulled it down her arms and lifted her hands from the headboard one at a time to slip it off before replacing her hands to grip the wood. After finishing, his hands came up to her breasts again while his chest brushed her back. She felt his cock press against her arse through the thin layer of cotton.
Gods was she desperate for it.
He used his body to shift her legs to be in line with the pillows so her body now was parallel with the wall. One hand continued its heavenly assault on her breast while the other dipped down to her knickers. When he felt the soaked fabric there, they both moaned in unison.
“Such a wet cunt,” he groaned against her skin as his hands slid beneath the fabric. “What do you taste like princess?”
His fingers found her clit and she bucked her hips. At the movement, his other hand traveled up to her neck, squeezing gently before turning her head back to lock his lips with hers once more. She was entirely at his mercy and begging for more.
As if sensing her becoming antsy with anticipation, Neville released her and quickly began to remove her knickers, sliding them down her legs. After a somewhat awkward and desperate shuffle to lift her legs enough to have him rip them off, she realized she was bare before him. He came to the same conclusion as he looked her over with greedy, lust-filled eyes.
He repositioned her once more and kicked her knees out until they were spaced further apart, then did something wholly unexpected. Neville laid down on his back and moved his head up the bed until he was situated against the pillow in the gap he had made between her thighs. Her dripping cunt now hovered only a short distance above his face when Pansy realized what he intended. She was to be on the receiving end of that oral lecture he had promised earlier, and the thought destroy her. Neville didn’t seem as if he wished to be dissuaded as he yanked her down to have his tongue make contact with her core.
Pansy screamed out in pleasure at the sudden sensation of his mouth sucking her clit. When she tried to buck against him to pull back, his hands gripped around her thighs to hold her still. As he worked her, she continued to squirm against him, her breath becoming ragged as his mouth explored her cunt. Each swipe of his tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge of her climax.
She glanced down at him and saw his face covered in her juices. His eyes caught hers and she shattered when she saw his desire reflecting her own. Crying out, she thrust her cunt shamelessly against his eager mouth as her pleasure overtook her. When the aftershocks subsided, he loosened his grip but continued to lap up the liquid between her thighs.
Her strength had been depleted after such a phenomenal climax that she struggled to lift her legs enough for him to crawl out from beneath her. She was still catching her breath when she felt his arms pull her down the bed before flipping her over so she now laid on her back with her head resting on the pillow his face had been occupying a few minutes earlier.
While she collected herself, she watched him remove his pants and grab his wand off the floor where it had been discarded with his trousers. He settled back on the bed, crawling over her. She reached out to tug him down to snog him once more. They enjoyed each other's mouths as she tasted herself on his tongue.
She felt her desire growing again and pulled back on his hair to have him relinquish control of her mouth. When he looked at her curiously, she offered what she hoped was a seductive smile.
“I was promised a demonstration of your skills, Professor,” she preened, letting him catch her eyeing his cock.
“I believe I did make such a promise, princess,” he said as he sat back on his thighs, placing himself between her legs.
With his wand, he cast the contraception charm before discarding it on the nightstand. He lifted her legs and placed her feet above her, resting on his shoulders, and pulled a pillow from the floor to tuck under her arse. She couldn’t recall ever trying this position with her past partners but curiosity and lust had a hold on her.
Compared to earlier, Neville was surprisingly gentle in the lead-up to their joining. His lips brushed kisses on her ankles while his thumb reached down to rub circles against her aching clit. Slowly he began to build her next orgasm. She was panting beneath him, he placed two fingers in his mouth before dipping down to push inside her folds. She was putty in his perfectly calloused hands.
“Please,” the words broke through her traitorous lips, but she needed him desperately.
“Yes, princess?” Neville smirked down at her as his fingers continued their delicious torment.
She wanted to curse him for having her resort to begging, but more so wanted to curse herself for liking the control he had over her.
“Please, Professor,” she begged again. “Please fuck me.”
Neville’s fingers stalled at her pleading. He looked down at her withering under his touch. After what felt like hours, he finally pulled his fingers from her throbbing cunt and lined his cock up at her entrance.
“Let’s finish our lesson princess,” he grunted as he pushed himself inside her, burying his cock to the hilt.
They both gasped at the fullness, taking a moment to adjust. When Pansy began to ungulate her hips against his to create friction, he took it as a sign to proceed and began roughly thrusting. It was perfect and her second orgasm was already within reach. It seemed Neville could sense it, or possibly hear it based on her moans, but he demanded she hold off.
“Not yet, princess,” he said as his thrusts increased in pace, “I need you to wait a little longer for me.”
She tried, but he adjusted her hips slightly and she felt his cock hit the elusive spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Neville, please,” she was on the verge of tears as she tried to hold back the climax threatening to drown her.
“It’s okay, princess, I’ve got you, let go,” he finally permitted after what felt like an eternity.
She came harder than she ever had in her life, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her cunt continued to pulse with waves of pleasure as Neville’s thrust became erratic, quickly finding his release. Pansy stared up at his canopy while she came down from the high that was sex with Neville Longbottom.
He pulled out after his breathing began to settle and collapsed next to her. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to pull her against his chest. Pansy Parkinson never snuggled after sex, but Neville already seemed half asleep. She would just have to wait him out before making her escape, It wasn’t like he would want to see her in the morning anyway.
Once he began snoring softly, she gently removed herself from his hold and summoning her clothes. Once dressed she left through the open bedroom door. She gave one more parting glance at the space before making her escape through the portrait hole.
It was really too bad they could never work out because Pansy Parkinson just had the best sex of her life.
