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Chapter 1: Dancing Dirty
“Oi ‘nother round for us little bird!” A voice jeered from the corner.
Pansy suppressed the urge to whip out her wand and curse the imbecile on the spot. Instead, she plastered a false smile on her face and glanced over her shoulder at the drunken fool.
“Of course, coming right up!”
She ignored the wolf whistles and howls as she turned to walk back to the bar. No doubt they were leering at her arse, which practically spilt out from her skimpy uniform. Pansy nearly hated the thin sports bra and mini-skirt more than the pervy customers that made her life hell every day.
Nearly.
She groaned as she got to work filling another platter of mugs with cheap beer. Oh how far she’s fallen.
She was once at the top of the social food chain. Rich, influential, and beautiful. She had it all. The approval of her peers, the attention of a powerful boy, and most importantly, enough gold to never have to work a day in her life!
And now all that was gone.
After the Dark Lord fell, the Ministry practically raped her family's coffers, taking everything that wasn’t nailed down in the name of ‘reparations’.
Thievery more like, she thought bitterly in her head.
Penniless, the Parkinson name was drug further through the mud when word of her actions in the Great Hall spread through the Wizarding World. The Daily Prophet even paused their near-daily coverage of the Death Eater trials to publish an entire expose on the whole “Grab him!” debacle.
Needless to say, Pansy wasn’t living a very glamorous lifestyle after that. With her father thrown in jail and her mother absconding away to who knows where with their last few handfuls of gold, Pansy was left to fend for herself.
No one in the wizarding world would hire her, not after the Daily Prophet’s witch hunt, and she had no skills to speak of when it came to opening her own business. The only thing she had going for her was her looks, and so here she was, flaunting her tits and arse in a dingy muggle pub for near pennies.
At least it was something. There were few days there in the beginning that she’d thought about resorting to less-than-savoury means. She shivered in disgust as her mind turned to her former classmate Millicent Bullstrode. The pudgy girl was pudgy no more, having lost all the weight thanks to drugs and starving herself to suit her clients ‘tastes’. Milly could, more often than not, be found wandering the streets of Knockturn Alley, whoring herself out for anyone who’d flash a few sickles her way.
No, Pansy would never stoop so low. Her body was a marvel of beauty and meant to be worshipped by those lucky few who were given the chance to see it in all its glory. It was not some cheap commodity to flaunt for a few coppers.
‘And yet isn’t that exactly what you’re doing now?’ A traitorous voice whispered in her mind.
She repressed a growl of anger. It wasn’t her choice to wear such degrading clothing and prance around this crappy bar for all the pervs to leer at. If she didn’t need the money then she’d curse each and every one of the pathetic muggles that dared to even look upon her.
And yet she couldn’t, because she did need the money. Desperately. After an incident last week where she punched a regular who’d gotten a bit too handsy, her boss had told her that he’d dock her next paycheck if she stepped so much as a single toe out of line again. He already barely paid her enough to survive, so docking her paycheck would ruin her.
So here Pansy was, plastering a fake smile on her face while she so desperately ignored the lecherous looks and wandering hands pinching her ass as she passed by.
“Here you are, gentlemen!” She said with a sickly sweet voice as she sat down their mugs of ale. Five pairs of eyes were trained on her chest as she did so, each not even trying to hide the way they stared down her cleavage. She suppressed a shiver of disgust. Hopefully, they were happy with their eyeful and would give her a somewhat decent tip. The next time she received a crumpled-up five pound note with some idiot’s number scrawled on the inside Pansy might just snap. “Enjoy!”
“Don’t be so hasty!” A voice called as she turned to leave. Pansy jumped as a hand clamped down painfully tight around her wrist and yanked her to the side.
She barely had time to catch herself as she was pulled off balance right onto someone’s lap. Looking up, she was met with the disgusting stench of stale beer and unwashed sweat from one of the drunks she just served. “You just got here, stay a bit and keep us some company darling.”
Pansy nearly gagged as the man’s horrid breath washed over her. “Sorry dear, must get back to the bar. My boss won’t be too happy if I dally.” She tried to rip her arm free from his grasp and stand, but his grip was too tight. The attempt seemed to annoy the man as his eyes narrowed and he tightened his grip until Pansy cried out in pain.
“Now that’s not very nice.” He said in her ear. “I think you should say sorry lass, maybe by giving us a bit of a show eh?”
All around the table, his buddies cheered as they watched on, each staring at her with similar looks of lust and malice. Fear gripped Pansy’s heart. She couldn’t get out of this, not with five of them, and certainly not without her wand which was stowed away in her locker.
She jumped as a hand found its way to her right breast. “Stop it!” She cried. With as much effort as she could, Pansy threw her arm back and buried her elbow into the man’s gut. Fuck her pay and fuck her boss. She wasn’t about to just let herself be molested like this!
The man grunted from the impact and let go of her arm. Instantly Pansy ripped her throbbing wrist away from him. She jumped to her feet as the man turned back to her with a murderous glint in his eye.
“You fucking bitch!.” He roared as he too jumped up with all of his buddies following suit. “It’s ‘bout time someone taught you some bloody respect! Starting with that slutty little mouth of yours!”
Panys flinched as he took a step forward with his hand raised to slap her, yet before the blow could come a figure appeared between her and the drunk.
One second, the man and his friends were about to bear down upon her, each ready to either beat her senseless or worse. The next, each man was on the ground groaning and bleeding, while a figure held the leader up by the throat.
“Take your friends and leave. I won’t ask a second time.” With that, the figure threw the man onto the ground. The drunkard stood quickly, clutching his nose while blood poured out between his fingers. He didn’t even look twice at his buddies before running out the door, the others doing so with a single look from her saviour.
Pansy took a shaky breath and fell back into a chair behind her. She hissed as the move jostled her wrist and she looked down to find it purpled and bruised.
“Are you okay?” The figure asked.
“‘M fine.” She grumbled while looking up to face her saviour. “Just a little- oh you’ve got to be bloody kidding me!”
Staring back at her, with his bright emerald eyes and familiar messy hair was none other than fucking Harry Potter himself! He looked down at her with no small amount of concern, his eyes flicking towards her swollen wrist every now and then.
“Here let me-” Harry said, reaching towards her wrist.
Instinctively, Pansy jerked her arm away from him. Adrenaline ran rampant through her veins still, and the arrival of Potter did little to calm her.
“No! Just… leave it. What are you even doing here Potter?” She asked as she slowly stood with a wince. Her wrist wasn’t broken by any means, but it was still hurt enough that the tiniest movements caused pain to shoot up her arm.
“Came to get a drink.” He said as if that answered everything. “And you should really let me look at that wrist. Seems like it hurts.”
“Of fucking course it does you imbecile!” Pansy hissed. She looked around, hoping no one was seeing their exchange in fear that it would be in the next issue of the Daily Prophet. Thankfully the bar was mostly empty, sans for a single passed-out regular on the far end of the room.
“Well if you won’t let me heal you then at least put some bruise balm on it.” Harry supplied.
Pansy snorted and began to walk back to the bar. “Oh yeah, lemme just go grab 30 galleons to buy some. It’s just back at my fucking manor right next to my pile of designer dresses.” She bit out sarcastically over her shoulder. “Look I know you’re living it up as Mr. Hero and all, but some of us don’t have that kind of money to throw around.”
She heard him sigh behind her and then what sounded like footsteps, before the door suddenly opened and then closed. Pansy let out a breath of relief and turned back to survey the state of things. Thankfully the scuffle didn’t seem to break any of the furniture. The glasses though…
Pansy sighed. No doubt the cost of that would be coming out of her paycheck, if she wasn’t fired once her boss caught wind of what happened.
She jumped as the door suddenly opened once more. Spinning around, she half expected to find the group of drunks back and even more pissed now that Potter was gone, but instead it was simply Potter himself with a tin in one hand and a coat in another.
“C’mon.” He said with a tilt of his head to the door. “I’ve got some more supplies at my place so we can have a proper look there. Oh! And put this on, it’s freezing and you’ll catch a cold just wearing that.” He gestured towards her minuscule top.
Pansy blushed and lifted her nose in the air in disdain. “And why the hell would I go anywhere with you?”
Harry looked around the grimy pub before levelling her with a raised brow. “You really want to stay here? After something like that?”
She didn’t. God she really didn’t. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, those men had scared her, well and properly scared her. She hadn’t felt that frightened…well since the Battle of Hogwarts, and even then she at least had her wand. Today she hadn’t and all manner of horrible things could have happened because of it.
Her skin crawled at the thought of staying one more second in this place, but what choice did she have? If she wanted to be able to actually afford to eat tonight or even at all this week she needed to stay and work her shift.
Then again, the chances of her still having a job after this shift were slim to none…
“Fine, but you’re cooking me dinner to cover for my lost shift.” She grumbled as she took the offered coat.
Potter rolled his eyes with a snort. “Are you asking me out on a date Parkinson?”
“Don’t be fucking stupid Potter.”
Grimmauld Place, as Potter called it, was surprisingly more quaint than Pansy expected. It was still very much a bloody huge house, but not the extravagant castle she expected the hero of the wizarding world to live in. Though perhaps that notion was quite childish in hindsight.
Still, it was nice, and dare she say, sort of homey. There were pictures galore through the hallway of many people she recognized such as Granger and Weasley, the looney Ravenclaw girl, Longbottom and so on. Then there were some she didn’t, a man with long black hair and a goatee, a young woman with bright pink hair holding a toddler with equally bright turquoise, and even one of Potter sitting with a mangey dog.
An odd feeling, to be in one of your old school nemesis’ home and looking through his personal photos, but Pansy supposed her entire day had been odd to begin with.
”Alright, I think I found everything.” A voice called from the adjacent room.
Pansy ducked inside the large sitting room to find Potter setting out a few different vials and glasses.
”What the fuck is all this?” Pansy asked with suspicion.
Potter simply looked at her with a roll of his eyes. “Bruise balm, pain relief potion, anti-inflammatory potion, and whiskey.” He said pointing to each one, ending on a glass filled with an amber liquid. “Figured after a day like to day you’d appreciate something stiff to drink.”
Pansy sighed and quickly sat opposite of the messy-haired wizard. “You thought right, gimme that.” Quickly yanking the glass from Potter’s hands, she down the entire cup in one gulp. She smacked her lips lightly, surprisingly finding the taste far more pleasant than any of the swill she served on a day-to-day basis.
”Merlin this is some top-shelf liquor.” She breathed. “Got any more?”
Potter’s laugh in response irked her somewhat but she let it slide. He could laugh all he wanted as long as long as she got to enjoy more of the, likely, thousand-galleon whiskey.
“You can have some more as soon as we fix that wrist.” He looked at her expectantly, prompting Pansy to sigh once more and slowly hand her injured wrist over.
Potter took it gingerly, cradling the bruised appendage gently as to not damage it any further.
She hissed as he lightly rubbed some of the magical bruise balm into her skin. The light burning sensation soon gave way to a soothing numbness that had the girl relaxing her shoulders with a moan of relief.
“Bollocks that feels better.” She sighed.
“Thought it might.” Potter chuckled. “Here drink these.”
She took the offered potion vials and quickly downed each one. Pansy coughed loudly as the bitter potion coated her throat. The soothing effect of the potions was far overshadowed by their vile taste. Thankfully, another glass of whiskey was pressed into her hands and the brunette greedily gulped it down.
“Alright?” Harry asked.
Pansy nodded and coughed one last time before taking a hefty sip from her glass. The pain relief potion paired with the numbing alcohol soon washed away all the discomfort and left her feeling more relaxed than she had in months.
“Mhm.” She hummed. “‘M fine, just have a hell of a buzz. What was in those potions?”
Harry shrugged and began to pour himself a drink as well. “Those were watered-down versions of the actual potions. Probably feels a bit more intense for you since I’m guessing you haven’t had ready access to any for a while now.”
“You got that right.” She grumbled. “It was either food or potions. Not a real hard choice to make when you don’t know where your next meal will come from.”
Her impromptu healer was quiet for a few moments, so much so that Pansy had actually begun to doze off before he spoke up.
“Was it really that bad?” He asked.
Pansy considered lying. Saying of course not and denying any claims of weakness or vulnerability. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or even her sheer frustration with the world itself and a need to vent to SOMEONE, but she soon found herself spilling everything. About the horrid customers and late night shifts. About her tiny studio flat in a heal hazard of a building. Of the late nights forced awake by random bangs and shouts outside her door, and every other terrible aspect of her existence these last few months.
Potter listened intently, not saying a word as she recounted her experiences. His face was set in a stony expression, hardening with every horrid faucet of the past months.
Finally she ended her story with a shaky breath and another generous sip of her liquor. Potter remained silent, staring into the fire that crackled on the other side of the room.
“I- I’m sorry you had to go through all of that Pansy.” He said softly after what felt like an eternity.
Pansy regarded him cooly for a few moments before she snorted. “It’s not like I didn’t deserve it I guess. Did try to hand you over to the Dark lord and all.”
“It was a war. You were just scared, I never blamed you for it.” He replied. “The Prophet was out of line with the way they handled everything, not just with you but with a lot of former Slytherin’s. I did what I could to play damage control and eventually got them under heel, but by that point a lot of people’s reputations had already taken a hit, yours included.”
Pansy didn’t know how to respond to that. She never would have guessed Potter of all people would come to the rescue of random Slytherins. Sure, he had come to her rescue today, but Pansy would bet every last penny she had he didn’t have a clue who she was before swooping in like the bloody white knight he liked to play back at Hogwarts. It was both in part infuriating to know she was even more in his debt, and another… strangely endearing.
Believe it or not, she had done some growing in the last year or so. She had to survive. Pansy Parkinson from Hogwarts would have never stooped so low as to actively work for and serve muggles, but the Pansy Parkinson who barely had a roof over her head needed to wash away a lot of her prejudices if she wanted to survive.
Did she like muggles? Fuck no, but at this point, she could at least tolerate them. The whole facet of the bloody war seemed pointless to her now. Living among muggles proved to her that they were no threat to Wizarding culture or their way of life at all. They merely lived parallel to the wizarding world. Mudbl- Muggleborns by extension weren’t as bad either, though she still didn’t think she could stand the know-it-all Granger.
Look she had her limits alright?
All of this culminated in her seeing the whole house rivalry at Hogwarts as a massive bloody waste of time. She’d rather dislike people because they were cunts, not because of what bloody house colours they wore.
Perhaps that was why she was looking at Potter in a new light now. Or perhaps it was just the alcohol that was making him look far more attractive than she’d ever thought before.
She shook away those thoughts and quickly banished them to the back of her mind…mostly anyway.
“Can I ask you something Potter? Why bring me here? I mean I guess I can see wanting to help with your whole stupid ‘noble hero’ schtick, but you didn’t have to invite me into your home to do that. Could’ve just given me the tin of ointment and called it a day.” She inquired with a raised brow.
Potter simply shrugged. “Dunno. Just figured you were having a rough day and needed to relax for a bit. God knows I was.” He said with a groan as he took a sip of his drink.
“Trouble being the Wizarding World’s Wonder Boy?” Pansy quipped.
The messy-haired man laughed lightly and nodded. “You could say that. Turns out that killing Dark Lords means you’re now the unofficial fix-it wizard for all of bloody society. I can’t go two days without receiving half a dozen bloody owls from either the Wizengamot or DMLE asking me for help. It’s a bloody wonder Dumbledore didn’t have an aneurysm from it all.”
“Eh, he probably did. Why else would he wear all those fucking ridiculous robes if he didn’t have some form of brain damage?” She replied off-handedly.
Surprising, Potter laughed loudly at her small joke, a sound that she just as surprisingly, found quite pleasing. She smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. Potter had been full of surprises tonight. From his kindness to her, his pleasant company, and even the way his tousled hair and emerald eyes had her breath hitching-
‘Oh fuck me I might be more drunk than I thought.’ She mused in her mind with a grimace.
All the alcohol was pervading her senses. She wasn’t attracted to Potter! He was the bloody Gryffindor Golden Boy and she was Pansy fucking Parkinson! She might be far past stupid house rivalries but even she knew there was no way in hell a relationship would ever work between them.
‘Who said anything about a relationship? It’s been sooooo long since you’ve had any fun~’ A voice that sounded disturbingly like hers purred in her mind.
She shook away the stray thought with a growl. Fuck this, she needed something to distract her, to take her mind off of Potter’s stupid bloody chisled jaw that she just wanted to sink her teeth into-
Her eyes landed on a wireless perched upon a side-table. Perfect.
“Fancy some music?” She asked hurriedly. Before he could respond she was up and tuning the wireless to her favorite station. Immediately the Weird Sisters began to play loudly from the magical device’s speakers, filling the room with loud thrashing music that had her blood pumping within moments.
Pansy turned and blushed as she realized she was still wearing her skimpy work clothes and as such had just given him an unobstructed view of her ample bum. Any hope that he hadn’t seen was lost as she caught sight of his own small blush and the way his eyes wouldn’t quite meet hers.
Whatever. He looked at her bum, so what? Lots of blokes did everyday, he hadn’t even made a lewd joke at her expense so it wasn’t like it was the worst she’s experienced. Shaking her embarrassment off, Pansy began to sway softly to the music, letting her body move on its own accord as the buzz in her body raged on.
Her hopes of the music calming her budding arousal were soon dashed. If anything, the feel of his eyes on her body as she swayed to the music only stoked the burning in her core even more. Fuck did she need to get laid.
’You’re the only one stopping that from happening. Look how he’s staring at you…’ That same traitorous voice whispered in her mind.
Sure enough, Harry was gazing almost hungrily her way. His eyes tracked her body’s movements, raking up and down every curve of her figure to drink her all in. Everywhere he looked, Pansy could feel electricity on her skin. She could feel her nipples harden as he gazed longingly at her breasts, her pussy tingle as he drank in every inch of her thighs, and her breath hitch as he stared almost obsessively at her ass.
She couldn’t actually do it though, could she? Fuck Harry Potter? It wasn’t feasible, it wasn’t sensible.
’ And yet you still want it… Who knows, perhaps if you make this night memorable for him you won’t have to ever go back to your grimy apartment again…’
The more it spoke, the more that voice sounded more and more reasonable. Looking around, she took in the warm homey atmosphere. It wasn’t extravagant, but then again she didn’t need extravagant. Perhaps it was conceited of her to even consider this, letting someone use her body for room and board but fuck if Pansy wasn’t tempted. Besides, she was more than willing to let Potter use every inch of her body he so desired, as long as he kept looking at her like that.
”Oh screw it.” Pansy whispered under her breath. “Potter! Don’t you know it’s rude to leave a guest unattended? Come dance with me.”
He didn’t move at first and for a moment Pansy feared he’d deny her, but soon enough he did stand and slowly walk over.
”I’m warning you now, I’m pants at dancing.” He muttered.
Pansy rolled her eyes and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck in a surprising display of confidence. “Oh shut it, just let your body move to the beat. If it helps, just do what I do.”
She began to move again, not so subtly pressing herself against her new partner’s body as she did so. The way his breath hitched as her ass ground against his groin or her breasts brushed against his chest wasn’t lost on her. It only served to make her movements more daring.
She waited until the music dropped. As soon as it did, she pressed her ass firmly into his groin and rocked it side to side. She was rewarded with a deep groan and the feeling of something quite large poking into her asscheek. She threw her head back with a smirk, staring at him deep in his blazing emerald eyes.
“That a wand in your pocket Potter, or are you just happy to see me?” She teased with a wink.
His reaction didn't disappoint. Seeming to throw caution to the wind, Harry all but lunged at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. Pansy moaned as his lips met hers in a fiery kiss. Their tongues immediately sought the other out, dancing with each other much like their bodies did just moments ago. She felt his cock lurch against her rear as he tugged their hips even closer together.
Who moved first, she couldn’t tell. But one moment they were standing, grinding against one another in the middle of the room, and the next they were on the couch with Harry’s tongue down her throat. She sat flush against his lap, rocking her knicker-clad pussy against his clothed cock. She tugged at his shirt fighting in vain to rip the offending material away as she sucked on his bottom lip.
Harry beat her to it, however. Breaking the kiss, he quickly shucked off his shirt revealing every inch of mouth-watering muscle beneath. Pansy couldn’t help but slowly run her hands up and down his chest with a shuddering breath of excitement. Before she could dive back down to snog him once more, however, Harry hooked two of his fingers under her own top and yanked upwards. As one, her heavy breasts spilt free from the thin sports bra. They hung firm on her chest, not sagging in the slightest a fact that Pansy was very proud of.
“Merlin-” Harry breathed as he stared at her tits in wonder. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.” He brought his hands up slowly to cup her round globes. Giving each one a soft squeeze, he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto one of her stiff brown nipples.
“Fuck!” She cried. “I-If I knew you’d d-do that I would’ve let you a l-long time ago! Oh Merlin yes!”
His teeth sank into her crinkled nipple, sending jolts of pleasure and pain up her spine. She could feel her knickers become absolutely soaked as her pussy practically gushed with barely withheld arousal. As much as she loved what his mouth was doing to her, simple foreplay was not what Pansy wanted right now.
With a hook of her finger under his chin, Pansy jerked Harry’s head back up to face her, leaving her poor nipple reddened and bruised from his teasing.
“Potter, fuck me. Now!” She demanded.
Harry wasted no time in following her command. With a quick turn of his hips she was suddenly prone on the couch staring up at his burning emerald orbs. He began by kissing his way down her chest, giving each nipple a quick flick of his tongue as he passed. He kept going, down her navel and across her belly button until he reach the hem of her skirt. With a single sharp tug, Pansy felt the warm air of the sitting room hit her bare pussy. Her hairless sex glistened with her arousal, showing just how ready she was to be fucked by the man before her.
She watched as Harry leaned down, bringing his mouth closer and closer to her pussy, but before he could so much as inhale her musky scent, she clamped her thighs closed with a growl.
“You can eat me out later, I told you to fuck me Pot-”
She let out a gasp as her pussy was suddenly invaded by two of his dastardly fingers.
“I’ve never taken orders from you before Parkinson, and I’m damned sure not gonna start now. Understood?” He groused, giving her clit a teasing flick with his thumb.
“Oh Merlin yes! Fuck, I understand!” She whimpered.
“Hmm, good girl. Now roll over.”
She did so without a fight, quickly turning over and raising her ass high in the air. The brunette witch wiggled her hips enticingly. Her efforts were rewarded with a hard slap to her right cheek, causing the girl to squeal in pain and delight all at once.
Nothing happened for a few moments, leaving her pussy painfully wanting. Pansy soon wondered if perhaps the chosen one had lost his nerve, chickened out or simply decided he didn’t want to sully himself with her. Yet her fears proved unfounded as suddenly, something thick and hard settled atop her ass.
“Ohhh yes~ Is that all for me?” She cooed with a wiggle of her bum.
Another slap cascaded against her pale globe and as such another cry left her lips.
“Only if you beg for it slut.” A hard voice whispered in her ear.
Pansy hated how much she loved being called that by him, but the sheer jolt of pleasure that spasmed through her cunt dashed away any anger and replaced it with wanton want.
“P-Please.”
“Please what?” He asked, giving her ass another hard slap.
“Hng fuck! PLEASE SIR, FUCK ME!”
“As you wish.”
The very world around her suddenly exploded into flashes of white as his cock rammed into her sopping wet cunt. Pansy wailed with pleasure, clawing at the rich leather of the couch as her cunt was suddenly ripped in two by his beastly cock.
Over and over again she was jolted forward as he slammed his cock inside her with rapid thrusts. Pansy could barely gather a single coherent thought through it all. The only thing her consciousness could drum up was a series of moans and curses as she was railed from behind. God it was too much. He was too much. His cock was going to destroy her, tear apart her poor pussy and reshape it to his liking. She doubted anyone else would be able to compare after this, not even the biggest of her own personal toys.
She was driven nearly to the brink of unconsciousness with one mighty slam of his hips against hers. All coherency fled the room as she screamed out in ecstasy.
“OH FUUUUUCKKKK! CUMMINGGGG!” She wailed. Her pussy gushed with her climax, coating his ravaging cock with her juices and forcing lewd squelching sounds to emanate from her cunt with every thrust. Her body spasmed with every slap of his balls against her oversensitive clit. The orgasm ripping through her body did nothing to dissuade him from using her body as he saw fit, and he continued to pound her like an animal from behind, gripping and groping her jiggling ass as he fucked her into a wailing mess.
Pansy cried out in surprise as she was suddenly yanked upwards on her knees by her hair. One hand held firm on a handful of her hair while another snaked around to squeeze her left breasts in an iron like grip.
“Fuck you’re such a slut Parkinson. Wailing like a little whore while I fuck you into a cumming mess. I bet you’d let me do anything I want to you, and you’d sit there and moan happily like the good little slut you are.” Harry growled into her ear.
Pansy could only moan in affirmation as he continued to ravage her depths with no end in sight. She pressed her chest forward, hoping he’d continue to molest her round tits as roughly as he did before.
“Fuck. I bet you’d even let me fuck your tight little ass huh? Merlin that would be a sight, you do have such a perfect ass Pans.” He groaned in her ear.
Pansy whimpered and pushed her ass back further onto his cock, as if to say ‘yes please.’ to his proposal of a rough buggering. That seemed to stir him on even more, and suddenly all Pansy knew was mind shattering pleasure as he slammed into her cunt with unbeholden power. She cried out to every deity imaginable as her second climax surged with a vengeance. Her body spasmed atop her lover’s cock, not even registering that he too was suddenly moaning as he spilled himself inside her.
Bit by bit, her mind began to slowly return to her. The room around her came back into focus as the numbness in her body was replaced by bone dead tiredness. There was a pressure in her womb, hot and heavy, one that was suddenly released as Harry pulled out of her with a grunt. Cum flowed freely from her used cunt, spilling down her thighs like rivers of white spunk.
“Merlin Potter-” She slurred. “We should’ve done this years agoAH!” She squealed as her body was suddenly flipped over without warning. She made to protest the rough move, but any further words were cut off as his cock once more pierced her ruined cunt.
“Oh don’t worry Parkinson, we’ll more than make up for it now.”
Pansy could only whimper with fear and excitement as he began to ravage her poor pussy once more.
Author’s Note
A little heavy on the build up but that’s why this one is a two shot!
Thanks for reading!