Her Secret Revealed

BY : AnaiyaRhayne
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy
Dragon prints: 7115
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and no money is being made from this story. I write these stories for fun :D They belong to, forever and for always, JK Rowling :D

Chapter 1

~Her Secret Revealed~

 

She smiled when she felt his fingers lightly skimming over her flesh. A burning blush seared across her cheeks when his fingers brushed her upper thighs. She let out a low moan. 

 

"I knew you were awake," her lover whispered as he slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped in ecstasy. 

 

"Yes….." she moaned, drawing the word out with each little thrust. "Please…."

 

"You are so ready for me, my princess," he whispered in her ear as he positioned himself over her. He teased her a bit by rubbing himself on her rather than entering her immediately. She let out the cutest little whine whenever he did that. 

 

“Please, my lord,” she begged, breathless. “Please don’t tease me again.”

 

“But why, my princess?” he whispered, teasing her for a few moments more. “It’s so much fun and you get so much wetter.” 

 

She shifted herself under him just enough to have him at her entrance. As she wrapped herself around him completely, she knew that he was going to give in. She let out a low, long, guttural moan as he plunged himself all the way in her. He nuzzled her neck as he continued to pleasure her over and over. Soon, she was screaming.

 

“My lord, please,” she screamed out. “I’m cumming again! Cumming…..please…..cum-in-me!”

 

“As you wish, princess,” he growled, releasing himself in her. 

 

She woke with a start, her skin still flush with the pleasure she had felt in the dream.

 

Blimey, she thought to herself. It's been a while since I've had a dream like that. Not since… no, she didn't want...she couldn't finish that thought. 

 

It had been months since she had seen him; since she had promised to wait for him while he was off securing harmony for the Wizarding community. And if he knew she had been dreaming of someone else….no, she couldn't think of it. She would have to have someone modify her memory so that she couldn’t access the dream again.

 

She knew what kind of temper he had; knew he was not forgiving and had no mercy for his enemies. Hell, even his followers were rarely, if ever, granted mercy when they messed up. She had no qualms about ever being granted mercy herself, despite her engagement to him. She shook her head, knowing she needed to quickly dress and find the charms professor. 

 

As she pulled a shirt over her head, a sudden and violent thought invaded her brain. 

 

<My laaady> his coldness sending shivers down her spine. <I know you can hear me. I know what you’ve been doing, my dear, and I know your secret. I know you’ve been with that pure blood traitor. I may not be able to get to you now, but mark my words, when this is all over, you will be severely punished.>

 

She started trembling in fear, knowing she was too late. He knew….he knew…..how the fuck did he know??? She was so careful to close her mind, to hide her thoughts, to never, ever think of what happened when she knew that he could be listening. So how did he know? She racked her brain for a possible answer and came up empty. There was only one person that she could go to for help. She quickly made her way down to the dungeons.

 

She was thankful it was Saturday, that she wouldn’t be interrupting a class when she slammed open the door to the potions classroom. 

 

“Miss Parkinson! What is the meaning of this!” Professor Severus Snape snapped, stowing his quickly brandished wand. 

 

“Professor, is there any way you can tell if someone has put a mental trace on me?” Pansy quietly asked, wringing her hands, her eyes fearfully darting around the classroom.

 

Severus narrowed his eyes. He knew whose woman she was and knew that even if he did what she asked, there was no guarantee that he could help her. There was also the chance that he could be caught while inside her mind. He did not want to face the wrath of the Dark Lord for being inside his woman’s mind. He stared down at her, hesitating.

 

“I know why you’re hesitating, Professor,” Pansy whispered, her eyes cast downward. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to. It’s just….you’re the best. I don’t think there’s any way you would be caught.” Pansy gasped as a sudden jolt of pain went through her abdomen. “Besides, he’s busy punishing some errant followers who decided it was better to blatantly go against his wishes.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, Professor, please just try.”

 

Severus sighed. Of course he would try. She was a slytherin, after all, and he was the head of her House. 

 

“Come here, Miss Parkinson, and sit down.”

 

“Thank you, Professor,” Pansy breathed a sigh of relief, making her way to the front of the room under Severus’s watchful eye. She felt him staring her down and looked up to see him wide eyed. Fuck! She thought to herself, subconsciously putting a hand on her abdomen.  He knows!

 

“Miss Parkinson,” he tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, his eyes on hers. “Are you pregnant?” 

 

Pansy lowered her gaze, guilt spreading through her. She was trying not to panic, and realized she was failing. Fuckfuckfuck! How does he always know these things?! 

 

“Miss Parkinson, you need to answer me...now!” Severus whispered coldly. The tone of her voice made her look back up. 

 

“Yes, Professor, I am,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just found out last week.”

 

“How far along are you?” Severus’s voice was strained. Pansy could tell that he was only just in control of himself.

 

“I’m four months along,” Pansy answered honestly. She knew it was too far along for anything to be done about it by the healers, but she also knew that if the wrong person heard about it, they would….take care of it, and not in a good way. There was no way she wanted to risk her lover’s life or that of their child. 

 

“Miss Parkinson, please tell me something,” Severus whispered coldly. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? You know as well as I do that if the Dark Lord hears about this that he will have your head and make an example of you!”

 

“I know, Professor, I know,” Pansy said, her eyes wild with emotion. “And it’s not ‘if’ he hears about this; he already knows. That’s why I was wondering if you could tell me if anyone has put a mental trace on me! There is absolutely NO WAY he could know otherwise.”

 

“Is your lover not on the Dark Lord’s side?” Severus asked, confusion in his eyes. 

 

“No, Professor, he isn’t,” Pansy whispered, looking down again. “He’s on the other side. And before you ask, no, he doesn’t even know I’m pregnant. I’ve kept it a secret from him, too.”

 

Severus sat down behind his desk, put his head in his hands, and deeply sighed. He honestly couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. There’s no way I can keep this a secret from him! I’ll be Avada’d before dawn! How? How could she think that she could get away with this? She’s been promised to him since birth! He sighed again, knowing there was nothing he could do except to try and do what she requested.

 

“Come sit up here, Miss Parkinson,” he said softly and with great restraint. He motioned her to a stool in front of his desk. “I’ll do what I can...but I will warn you if blocks were put up by someone, there is a chance that I might not be able to get around them without injuring you.”

 

“I understand, Professor,” Pansy smiled grimly, gingerly sitting on the stool. “But I appreciate any help that you can offer.”

 

“Alright Miss Parkinson, you must remember to look me in the eyes and not look away, even if you feel you need to. You need to trust me to do what I can to look inside. Do you understand?” Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

“Yes, Professor, I understand.” Pansy stated firmly. “I’m ready.”

 

Severus pointed his wand at her head.

 

Legilimens!” 

 



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