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An Odd Crush	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 192134 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Harry was officially worried for his friendship with Hermione. She hadn’t spoken a word to him in over two weeks, and if he tried to engage her in conversation she ignored him. Well, she ignored him when she wasn’t able to avoid him, anyway. Obviously she hadn’t told anyone why she was angry at him because everyone else was still talking to him and would occasionally ask if they had patched things up yet. So apparently she still cared enough not to have made his life a living hell by spreading the news around.
“You need to sort it out mate,” opined Ron one morning in the great hall.
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
“Well I dunno, you just need to sit her down and make her tell you what’s wrong.”
“Well that sounds like a great idea,” replied Harry somewhat sarcastically. “If I wanted to be attacked by a load of little birds.”
Ron winced at the memory of Hermione’s charmed birds pecking and scratching at him. “Yeah, maybe not,” he agreed.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table. Pansy was talking animatedly to Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, a somewhat haughty looking blonde. Why oh bloody why had Hermione had to catch them together? And why was she so upset about it? Of all people, he would have expected her to understand the most. Ron would feel betrayed, Ginny would…Merlin, Ginny would likely have started hexing every bit of him she could see, but Hermione had just burst into tears and run off. He sighed. Sadly, Ron was right. He was just going to have to take his lumps and talk to her. If it meant getting attacked by a flock of canaries, then so be it.
The day passed slowly, with no distractions from Pansy to lighten his mood, and as he lay in bed that night he felt himself getting annoyed with everyone. Hermione for being so bloody stubborn, Pansy for not catering to his every whim, even Ron for not trying to help patch things up. And what made him more annoyed was that he knew that every one of those annoyances were because of totally unreasonable expectations on his part. Hermione had every right to be annoyed at him; Pansy was not his slave; nor was Ron his personal peacemaker. Still, something had to be done, so he resolved to get a note to Pansy tomorrow. In the meantime, he would get rid of some of his current frustration in a time honoured fashion.
The next morning he wrote a note telling Pansy to meet him before after their last class at the room of requirement, then set off for breakfast. She tended to arrive at breakfast a little later than he did usually, so he delayed his arrival by what he hoped was the right amount.
As he was reaching the great hall, he spotted the Slytherin girls heading up from the dungeons, and pretended to be interested in one of the notices just outside the hall so he could merge with their arrival. At just the right time to cause some confusion he turned and walked into the group, pretending not to have noticed them.
“Watch it Potter!” snapped Pansy as he walked into her, pressing his scrap of parchment into her hand, wanting to hold the contact for longer but knowing it would be a bad move.
“Good grief Potter, how do you even manage to stay on a broomstick, never mind win any matches?” drawled Tracey Davis as he tried to disentangle himself from the group. “You’re as clumsy as your oaf friend Hagrid. Get out of the way,” she said as she swept past, pushing him aside. Pansy’s eyes flicked to his as she followed, and she nodded slightly. As he approached the Gryffindor table he noticed Hermione glaring at him through narrowed eyes. Obviously she had spotted the commotion at the door and not been fooled by it in the slightest. As soon as she realised he was looking at her, she shifted her attention back to her plate. He groaned inwardly. He had to sort this out.
The day dragged again, not helped by Snape choosing him as his usual whipping boy for demonstrations, but mainly due to it not being time to see Pansy yet. Finally the last bell rang and he was free. He threw his books into his bag and hurried out as fast as possible, wanting to be ready when she got there. Reaching the right corridor, he paced back and forth three times, thinking of what he wanted.
When Pansy arrived he was sitting on the bed, and watched as she broke out into an astonished smile.
“My bedroom!” she exclaimed. “You remembered what it looks like!”
“I should do,” he answered, “I lost my virginity in it too, after all,” he teased. She came and stood in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Well, well done anyway Potter. It’s quite the pleasant surprise.” She leaned down to kiss him and he responded strongly, pulling her forwards until she fell on top of him with a squeal. Quickly though he renewed his assault on her lips and she responded. Before long their hands were exploring each others bodies, but never lingering in one spot for too long. He actually wasn’t sure how long they kept at it, but there was a simple joy in just kissing and bodily contact. Pansy was actually the one who broke first and decided to move things on a little. She kissed down his neck, her hand on his crotch as she did so, making him shudder a little. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing a little further down his chest and stomach with each button she popped open. When she reached his trousers she just kept going, unfastening them and then hooking her fingers into the waistband. She tugged slightly to give Harry the hint, which he took and lifted his hips slightly, feeling his trousers and boxers yanked down to his knees. He looked down to see Pansy staring back at him as she lightly gripped his cock. Her blue/grey eyes locked on his as he watched her lick the head of his cock before she slowly slid her lips over it, taking him into her mouth. His head slumped back into the pillows as she closed his eyes, placing his hands on her head and twining his fingers into her long dark hair as she worked her mouth over his cock. He was breathing heavily by the time she slid him out of her mouth, drawing a deep breath as she gave him one last stroke. She stood up and started removing her clothes, keeping her eyes on his as she did so, and noting when his eyes wandered as certain garments were removed. Gods, he loved her body. She was a fair bit shorter than him, slim without being skinny and with those incredible tits hanging from her chest. She had confessed to him that she felt they were too saggy, but he loved to see they way they moved around when he fucked her, and the way he could slide his cock right between them if he chose to. As she shed her last piece of clothing, she climbed onto the mattress and stood over him, her feet either side of his shoulders. They said nothing, but Harry kept his eyes on hers as she dropped to her knees, then lowered herself further so she was practically sitting on his face. His tongue flicked out and licked her pussy lips, telling him she was already extremely wet. He explored, teasing her by sticking his tongue as far into her as he could, then taking it away and flicking at her clit just once, before going back to her hole. She was moaning very soon, and he started to spend more time on her clit until abruptly she lifted her body away, sliding down to grind her very slick channel against his cock. He pulled her down into a kiss that she eagerly returned, despite the fact that he knew his mouth and chin much be shiny with her juices.
She drew her head back and gave him a smile that was half coy, half lustful as she reached between them for his penis. Positioning him at her entrance, she sank down onto him with a slow and tortured exhalation, working him all the way inside her. Harry placed his hands on her hips and they began to move together, Pansy dictating the pace as she rose and fell on him, rocked her hips, or both at the same time. Her movements became more frenzied, and Harry reached up to squeeze her breasts that were bouncing in front of him. She seemed close to cumming and he didn’t want to put her off by trying to lift himself up to suck on her nipples, so he contented himself with merely teasing them, rubbing them gently or pulling on them slightly. Just then she froze on top of him, her face an orgasmic rictus as she let out short sharp breaths with only her hips twitching, though Harry could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock as well, until finally she collapsed on top of him, burying her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking the hair on the back of her head as she came down from her high. Finally she lifted her head.
“You’re still hard,” she said. He nodded.
“Mmm hmm.”
“You didn’t cum?”
“Not yet.”

“Shall we fix that?”
“Yes, I think so,” he said while nodding, a mock serious expression on his face.
“Well, I got to choose this time,” Pansy mused. “Where do you want me?” she asked with a flirtatious grin. He grinned back.
“On all fours, you sexy wench. You need a bloody good seeing to if you ask me.”
One of Pansy’s eyebrows flickered upwards as an amused expression crossed her face, but she lifted herself off Harry’s cock, an involuntary moan leaving her lips as he slid out of her, and she positioned herself in the requested manner. Harry knelt behind her and she slid down onto her elbows, leaving her bum high in the air for him. Her ran his hands over her smooth butt cheeks and over her hips, before bending forward slightly himself so he could cup her tits in his hands, squeezing them as they hung beneath her body. Taking his time, he ran his hands back again, this time leaving her body so he could guide his cock inside her. She moaned again as he filled her, and he looked down to see his cock buried to the hilt in her tight cunt. He wasn’t going to waste any time, she was already as wet as she was ever going to be and he was horny and he wanted to cum. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back inside her, making her cry out.
“Fuck!” she yelled, followed by an unintelligible moan. Harry ignored her and did the same again, gradually speeding up as well. “Merlin yes, fuck me Harry!” yelled Pansy, shouting her pleasure at the top of her voice. Harry watched as she actually slid her hands further forward, burying her face in the bedclothes, muffling her squeals and giving him a stunning view of the part of her that was wrapped around his cock and squeezing for all it was worth. An idea struck him, and he slowed down, almost pulling right out of her.
“Pansy?” he asked. She turned her head to one side so she could speak without her voice being muffled.
“Why did you stop?” she whined.
“Can I put my finger in here?” he asked, poking gently at the pink rosebud of her arsehole with a fingertip.
“Okay,” she replied after a seconds thought. He quickly grabbed his wand and performed the lube spell on his fingers, then slid his index finger into Pansy’s bum. She moaned and buried her face in the bedclothes again before shouting in a muffled voice. “Gods and monsters, now please just fuck me!”
Harry did as commanded and slammed his cock back into her welcoming clutches, feeling his cock move inside her with the finger that was buried in her arse. She seemed to be well into it so he added a second finger, provoking a growl from Pansy’s throat, but no actual protests. Best leave it at two, he thought as he kept up a rhythm, now working his fingers in tandem with his dick so that when one slid out, the other slid in. He felt his orgasm approaching. His thrusts got shorter and sharper until finally he buried himself in both of her holes, his cock as deep inside her pussy as he could, and his fingers in her arse all the way to the knuckles. He felt something brush his balls as he sprayed cum into her tight fanny, and realised she was rubbing her clit frantically, and then he felt her clutching at him as she came too. They stayed almost like a frozen tableau as they both worked through their orgasms, her tight holes clutching at him, him spurting his seed into her, until they both collapsed together. Harry loved how her buttocks felt against him when he was on top of her like this, but didn’t want to crush her. He carefully rolled them both onto their side so he could hold her, his penis still buried inside her but gradually starting to soften. He buried his face in her dark hair and kissed the back of her neck. For a while they just lay there, their bodies locked together until Harry, who still hadn’t slipped out of Pansy’s pussy, started to harden again and slip a little further back in.
“Well, you just can’t keep a good man down, can you?” she commented in an amused tone.
“It’ll work well for what I have planned next,” he replied mysteriously. She twisted her head to look at him.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
In answer he pulled away from her, pulling his member from her body which made her groan a little and also released a small flood of spunk between her legs.
“We’re going to do something dangerous,” he said with a grin that boded no good at all.
“And that is?” she asked warily, pulling herself into a sitting position. Harry pulled something from his bag and held it up.
“Know what this is?”
Pansy’s eyes boggled at the silvery, shimmery fabric. “That’s an invisibility cloak!” she exclaimed. “Is this how you’ve been able to sneak up on me every time?”
“Yep,” he answered with a cheeky grin. She narrowed her eyes.
“And what were you planning on using it for now?” she asked. He just grinned at her.
“Come on,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “I’ll explain on the way.”
A few minutes later the two teens were on their way to the entry hall to Hogwarts and the doors into the great hall. They were both still naked except for their shoes, which had had silencing charms cast on them to ensure they weren’t given away by the sound of footsteps.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” hissed Pansy as they started passing people in the corridors. For an answer Harry just squeezed her butt, making her glare at him. He was really enjoying this, bizarrely. Most of his life at Hogwarts he had been talked about, either behind his back to straight to his face. Even if he was caught like this it would be just another crazy act by the-boy-who-lived, and life would go on. And if he wasn’t caught then he was going to have sex with a hot girl right under some of their noses. Some of them might even walk with a couple of feet of him while he had his cock buried in Pansy Parkinson.
They had to move carefully as they reached the areas closest to the great hall, lots of students were heading to dinner and they didn’t want to jostle anyone and cause curiosity. He guided her to the door into the great hall, then steered them both slightly to the side so they were just outside the hall where hundreds of students were eating dinner. If he looked round the corner he could see them sitting down and chatting with their friends.
“Right here?” she whispered as he pushed her back to the wall and slid a finger over her pussy lips, her eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety, horniness, excitement and just about any other conflicting emotion.
In answer Harry pulled one of her legs up around him and bent at the knees so he could guide his dick inside her slowly. He watched her face as she slowly worked himself into her dripping quim, saw her trying to be as quiet as possible. It was going to be slightly torturous for both of them he knew, he’d have to be slow and steady to avoid any potential squelching sounds or skin contact sounds. He kissed her, savouring the feel of her skin against his in such a public place, wishing he could be kissing her here without the cloak on, although he would probably prefer clothes if that were going to happen. She moaned into his mouth, not much more than a breath but it gave him such a feeling of power. She felt warm and wet around him, and just close. It felt intimate, in a way that the sex with Daphne Greengrass had not. Of course, it was debatable how intimate a threesome was ever going to be, but he felt sure that this was supposed to be how you felt with someone you had sex with. Like there was nowhere else you were supposed to be.
“…for the last time no, Ginny!” came a voice exiting the Great Hall.
“But Hermione,” came the reply that was almost immediately interrupted.
“No Ginny,” said Hermione as they both walked around the corner and within two feet of Harry and Pansy. Harry froze with his cock buried all the way inside Pansy, and they both looked at the two girls to make sure they weren’t going to walk into them.
“It’s up to him to come and talk to me, and no, I’m still not going to tell you what it’s about.”
Harry felt Pansy twitching around him, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock as they were so close to discovery before Ginny huffed in frustration at her friend, and her response was lost as they walked away, and Harry started to move again.
“You loved that didn’t you?” he asked her in a whisper.
“They could have walked right into us!” was the hissed response.
“And you almost fucking came, I felt it. You’re a dirty fucking whore, Pansy Parkinson,” he told her as he built back up a rhythm. She moaned quietly.
“You’re a complete bastard Harry Potter.” He met her gaze steadily, both of them breathing heavily through open mouths.
“And?” he asked.
“And you talk too much,” she told him. “Less talking, more fucking.”
Harry was only too happy to oblige, he felt like he wanted to cum again, but he had been hovering close to the edge for about a minute now, wanting to fuck her faster but not daring to because of the potential noise it would make. He buried his face in her neck and shoulder and moaned. More people were walking out of the hall now, dinner was close to over. He didn’t even care at this point, and it seemed like neither did Pansy. She was holding him tightly, one hand on his arse that was pulling him into her, helping him thrust his cock into her body.
“Shit!” she hissed into his ear as she let out a shuddering breath, and he felt her pussy contract around him as she came. That was enough for him. The extra tightness and friction pushed him over the edge and he came, shooting cum inside her for the second time that evening. As his orgasm faded he pulled his head away from her shoulder, and they both looked at each other, wide eyed and panting. He let her leg down, and then bent his knees a little more so he could slide his dick from her pussy. She let a breathy moan as he did it and slumped back against the wall.
“Now all we have to do is get back,” she said with a tired smile. “I think we’re going to miss dinner.”
“Don’t worry about dinner,” he told her. “Stick with me and you’ll be okay,” he said with what was almost a cocky smile.
“Fine,” she said with mock resignation. “But we need to get moving before I start leaving a trail for people to follow.” He looked at her curiously, not understanding what she meant. She gave a significant look downwards, opening her legs slightly to show him the spunk that was running out of her pussy and down her thighs.
“Oh!” he exclaimed quietly. “Right then, we’d best get moving!”
They headed back to where they had stashed their clothes and bags, not wanting to trust that someone else wouldn’t find the room by accident, trapping them outside without their clothes. The only issue was that a deserted classroom in a little travelled part of the castle was not easy to come by this close to the Great Hall, so they had to walk a little way. At one point they had to flatten themselves against the wall as several people walked past, but the made it without incident, the corridors gradually becoming more and more deserted.
Harry watched Pansy as she dressed. He loved how she seemed totally at ease with her body around him, so it made no difference if she was either taking off or putting on clothes, she had no shyness around him.
“So where are you going to get us some dinner from?” she asked as she buttoned up her shirt. “I assume you know that the room of requirement won’t do food.”
“Really?” he asked. “Why not?”
“Food is one of the exceptions to the laws of transfiguration, which is what I assume the room works around. That was your plan, wasn’t it?” she sighed. He looked smug.
“Actually no, miss brains, my plan was far simpler. Have you ever seen the kitchens?”
“No,” she said with a frown, and she stopped in the act of pulling on her skirt. “How can you get into the kitchens?” she asked suspiciously.
“Trade secret of being a notorious rule breaker,” he said with a grin. “You’d best take the cloak and just follow me,” he added, handing her the silvery cloak. “Don’t run off with it,” he admonished with another grin. She grinned back before throwing it over her head and vanishing from view.
Harry set off back to the more travelled areas of the castle, following the path that Hermione had shown him and Ron a couple of years ago. When he reached the painting of the fruit bowl he looked around to make sure they were alone, and tickled the pear in the painting. It giggled, turning into a door handle as it did so.
“You there?” he asked quietly, then jumped when an invisible hand squeezed his bum. “Witch,” he muttered, prompting an apparently incorporeal giggle. He opened the door and walked through, letting Pansy pull it closed after them. She pulled the cloak off and looked around in wonder. Just then, Harry was hit by a small brightly dressed whirlwind.
“Harry Potter!” shouted Dobby, his voice muffled by some of the hats that had fallen over his face as he hugged Harry.
“What on earth…?” asked Pansy.
“Umm, hi Dobby. It’s good to see you too,” he said somewhat awkwardly, trying to disentangle himself from the elf’s grip. “Pansy, this is Dobby. He’s the house elf that I freed from the Malfoys in my second year.” Dobby let go of Harry to look at the newcomer. “Dobby, this is my friend Pansy,” he added.
“It is very nice to meet you miss Pansy,” said Dobby enthusiastically.
“Umm, thanks…Dobby, it’s nice to meet you too,” she replied slightly awkwardly. The elf beamed at them, and now some of the other elves were crowding round.
“Um, do you think we could get something to eat down here Dobby? We missed dinner.”
“Of course Harry Potter!” replied Dobby. “We is just about to clear the tables, but for you we can wait!”
“And can we be alone?” Harry asked.
“Of course Harry Potter!” The elf looked between them and squeaked. “Excuse me asking Harry Potter, but you is…special friends?”
“Umm, yeah, but don’t tell anyone please Dobby. It’s a secret.”

“Dobby will tell no one sir! If he does then he will shut his head in the oven door and grill his hands!” the elf exclaimed.
“No don’t-“ he began. “I mean, you don’t have to punish yourself Dobby. I’m not your master, just don’t tell anyone.”
“Dobby is a free elf because of Harry Potter sir, he will do anything he asks even though he doesn’t have to,” stated the elf with obvious pride. “Dobby will leave you alone now, but let any elf know if you is needing anything!”
The two teens sat down next to each other at one of the tables that mirrored the ones upstairs as the elves all drifted away to their various duties.
“He’s an odd one, isn’t he?” asked Pansy quietly. Harry grinned.
“I’d say he was harmless except that I spent a night regrowing the bones in my arm once because of him,” he told her.
“You what? How did that happen?”
“He spent the whole of my second year trying to persuade me to leave Hogwarts,” he explained. “He knew that Lucius Malfoy was planning something nasty, but he couldn’t warn me explicitly about it, so he ended up pulling all these crazy stunts to try and get me to decide that it was too dangerous to stay. Even then he had to iron his hands as a punishment for what he thought was disobeying his masters.”
“How do you lead a life like this?” she asked in astonishment, and Harry shrugged, heaping food onto a plate. “What happened to your arm anyway?”
“Remember that Quidditch match in second year against Slytherin where the bludger started chasing me around?” She nodded. “That was Dobby. Of course, it wouldn’t actually have been so bad if that idiot Lockhart hadn’t tried to fix my arm himself. Instead of mending the bones he vanished them.”
Pansy snorted with laughter. “I’m sorry Harry,” she said at the look on his face. “I know it can’t have been fun, but you have to admit that if had been anyone else then you’d be laughing too.” His face cracked into a grudging smile.
“Fine, I suppose so,” he admitted. “I think last year was the first time I got through a whole year without needing Madam Pomfrey to patch me up at some point.”
Pansy giggled again. Harry marvelled at how easy it was to talk to her. It seemed like a lot of their relationship so far had been purely physical, but it felt marvellous to sit next to her, occasionally brushing some part of her clothes or her skin and tell her about some of the stupid things that had happened to him, or hear silly stories of her own about growing up in a magical household. Finally though, it was time to go.
“We should be getting back,” he said reluctantly. She pouted, making him laugh. “I know, but we’re not all prefects here. I can’t be wandering around after hours.” She gave him a look of disbelief. “Well,” he corrected “I shouldn’t be caught wandering around after hours.”
“That’s more like it,” she smirked. “But fine. I suppose it is time.”

“But the next time I feel like breaking some rules, I shall definitely bear you in mind as a companion.”
“Oh you will, will you? Any rules in mind?”
“You know me,” said Harry. “I’m not choosy. Any rules will do.” He pulled her into a kiss as they stood by the door back into the real world where they couldn’t be friends, and couldn’t be seen together for fear of what the repercussions might be. Finally they broke apart. “I’ll take the cloak,” he said, and wrapped himself in it, leaving just his head visible. “Thanks for dinner, Dobby!” he yelled. The elf appeared in front of them still beaming.
“You is welcome Harry Potter, and so is miss Pansy,” he said. Pansy mumbled her own thanks and opened the door as Harry threw the cloak over his head.
“Goodnight,” she said to the empty air as the door closed behind them.
“Goodnight,” came a disembodied voice. “I’ll walk with you back to the entry hall,” said Harry. He followed her as she turned, and walked with her back almost to the great hall, feeling a pang as she continued on to the dungeons when he had to turn off to Gryffindor tower.
He made it back to the common room without incident, where he was immediately confronted by Hermione Granger.
“We need to talk,” she said without preamble.
“Yes,” he replied, “That’s what I’ve been trying to say for ages now.” She gave him a withering look.
“Come on, not here. Somewhere private,” she said, walking past him. He looked into the common room to see who had seen this and saw Ron’s face looking at him with a worried expression. It said ‘better you than me,’ more clearly than he could have spoken it. Still there was nothing to be gained by asking her to wait till another time, he had been trying to talk to her for ages.
He followed her back out the portrait hole and to a deserted area of the castle. She turned to look at him.
“I wasn’t going to talk to you tonight,” she said suddenly. “But Ginny wore me down.”
“Okay,” he said, unsure where to start, but it quickly became irrelevant as Hermione wasn’t done talking.
“Honestly Harry have you got a brain in your head? Pansy Parkinson?” She demanded.
“Hey, you were the one saying I should be nice to her a few months ago when you thought she might have a crush on me!” he responded hotly.
“No, I said don’t make a fool out of her,” she snapped. “Not go and fuck her!”
Harry stared at her, mouth working but not managing to make any actual sounds.
“Well, go on then,” she said. “This is where you explain, I think.”
“Why are you even bothered?” he asked, his voice irritated despite himself. “It’s not like you had feelings for me!”
“That’s all you bloody well know Harry Potter!” she shouted. He looked at her dumbstruck.
“You do?” he managed.
“Of course I bloody well do! I have done for years!”
“But…but why didn’t you say anything? I thought you liked Ron!” he exclaimed. She deflated slightly.
“I thought I might like Ron this year,” she admitted. “But only after it seemed like you were never going to notice me. I’d given up on you,” she said sadly. “And then,” she added, her voice rising in volume again, “You go and start having it off with that complete cow after everything she’s done to us over the years!”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Hermione,” he told her, trying to calm her down.
“Oh really? What did you mean to happen? Were you going to help her tie her shoelace and accidentally fell into her vagina instead?”
“Will you please let me tell you what happened? You may never want to talk to me again afterwards anyway, but at least I’ll know you know the truth, and why it never could have happened like that with you.”
She gave him an appraising look before giving in. “Fine,” she said. “Tell me what happened, and I’ll reserve judgement until you’re finished.”
Harry took a deep breath. His heart was hammering in his chest, she would have every right to never want to speak to him again once she knew what sort of person he really was. Not a hero, just a pervert.
“Well it sort of started on the Hogwarts express, when I was hiding in the Slytherin compartment. All the boys had left to let her get changed, and she was practically naked in front of me and she started…well, touching herself.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “It got me all turned on and I ended up doing the same as I watched her, and I realised that actually she’s gotten quite pretty.”
“I suppose I should have known all I needed to do was get naked for you,” said Hermione acidly.
“Anyway, after that,” he said, pointedly not responding, “I set up a meeting with her anonymously. It didn’t go all that well,” he confessed.
“What happened?” asked Hermione, interested despite herself.
“She was just really insulting, to us and especially to you. I lost my temper and wanted to really humiliate her.” He stopped, wondering how to continue this in some way that wouldn’t make him look like a total bully.
“And?” she prompted. He sighed.
“I immobilised her, stripped her almost naked and then wanked off in front of her until I came on her face,” he said quickly, closing his eyes to Hermione’s reaction. After a few seconds it appeared that no hexes were going to be cast on him, so he looked her. She was open mouthed with incredulity.
“You did what?”
“I know,” he said quickly, “Not my greatest moment, but it just sort of spiralled from there. I think we were trying to one up each other, and it kept going further and further. Thinking back I don’t even know how we ended up having this weird relationship. I mean, I’ve been horrible to her sometimes!”
“How so?” she asked in a businesslike tone, apparently now determined to get to the bottom of why he kept going back to Pansy.
“I’ve - I’ve hit her, Hermione.” he plunged past the shocked expression on her face. “She kept calling you a mudblood, and a whore, and I totally lost my temper and I hit her and then practically raped her.” He looked at his best friend miserably. Now he’d started, he had to tell her everything. “And I liked it,” he admitted. “I liked having power over her, taking what I wanted. I’ve done it again, though not so rough,” he said hurriedly. “I like making her do what I want, and I can’t imagine being like that with you.” He looked at her, and saw her expression had softened somewhat. “I’m a pervert Hermione, I can’t help it,” he said shamefacedly.
“You’re not perverted Harry,” she said unexpectedly softly. “Everyone has their different…preferences, when it comes to sex. Domination is one of the more common ones really.”
He looked at her in surprise. “How do you know?”
“I read it in a book,” she answered in such a matter of fact and just plain Hermione-like way that he couldn’t help but chuckle. She gave him an affronted look and then realised what she’d said and smiled slightly. “Yes, okay, I’ve read books on sex. Are you really that surprised?”
He shook his head. “No I suppose not, thinking about it.”
“Still, this is going to take some adjusting to Harry,” she said, serious once more. “I need some time to think about how I feel about all this.”

“I understand, Hermione. I know it’s weird. I’m weird.”
She shook her head. “No, you’re still Harry. You’ve still saved my life more times than I thought it would ever need saving, back when I first met you on the train. And thank you for being honest with me,” she added. He tried a tentative smile that was returned.
“Come on,” she said, standing up. “We should get back to the common room, or Filch will want to know why we’re out, and I just can’t be bothered with him right now.”
Harry stood and followed her out of the room they had used, glad to have told her everything, but also for how she had taken it. Granted, they weren’t back to being the friends they were yet, but something about her words suggested to him that it was possible. His heart feeling lighter than it had all week, they walked back to the common room together.
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