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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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Well well well. An update. I'm sure many people thought this story was abandoned. It's not, I just haven't been able to write at all. It's been nice to receive occasional reviews, they've been an encouragement to get it going again. Hopefully it won't be another few years before I get the next chapter out.
There's a heavy BDSM, humiliation and degradation theme to this chapter, so if it's not your thing, don't complain, you've been warned. Since it has been a long time since I've written anything, sorry for any inconsistencies in the writing.
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Pansy walked into the room of requirement with a little trepidation. She’d sent a note to Harry along with a book that Daphne had given her for her birthday, one that might give him a few ideas. He was already there with the room configured more or less as her bedroom at home.
“Hi,” she said a little shyly as he turned to look at her from an armchair where he’d been reading.
“Well,” he drawled in response. “If it isn’t my little Slytherin slut.” She flushed a little. “This book found its way into my possession,” he added, holding it up. “The Art of Submission. Looks like you’ve recognised your place in the world, haven’t you?”
She shook her head, though this was exactly what she’d wanted.
“No?” he asked. “Are you telling me you aren’t a whore? You don’t want to be my little fuckslut?”
She lowered her eyes to the ground and shook her head again, her hair falling over her face as she looked down.
“Liar,” he said, sounding amused.
She stood where she was, hoping for this to play out like it had in her fantasies. She wanted him to dominate her, to own her, but she didn’t want to give in instantly. She wanted him to earn her submission.
“Take off your clothes.” he ordered. She shook her head again, and heard him getting out of the chair. He walked up to her and repeated his order. “Take off your clothes!” Again she shook her head.
“No,” she squeaked. Damnit, she thought. She’d meant that to sound confident. She heard him snort gently, and then his fingers were touching her chin, tilting her face up to look at him.
“At least sound like you mean it,” he taunted her. “Take off your clothes.”
“No,” she said again, much more strongly this time. He looked at her appraisingly, then nodded. His fingers stroked her chin as he looked her in the eyes. Then abruptly, he slapped her. Hard. Her head whipped around and her cheek burned from the force of it but she managed to keep quiet. She turned back to look at him, trying to inject some defiance to her look.
“Pathetic,” he said with a shake of his head before delivering another stinging slap. Again Pansy kept quiet, turning back to look at him. “Did that hurt?” he asked her gently, touching her red cheek with his fingers.
“No,” she said again, pleased that she kept any trembling out of her voice. She knew what his likely response was going to be, and it had hurt.
“I see,” he said, his expression quizzical rather than angry.
She saw his hand coming, he’d taken more of a swing this time, and it knocked her sideways. “Ah!” she cried out as the left side of her face burned with pain from the third strike. She managed to steady herself on the bed, her legs feeling weak and trembly. Slowly, she pushed herself back upright and turned to face him.
“You’re only doing this to yourself you know,” he told her calmly. “All you have to do is what I tell you, and it will stop. Don’t you want that?”
“I won’t,” she said, but she couldn’t keep the trembling out of her voice this time.
“You will,” he said gently. He slapped her again, hard but not brutal this time, but as she turned back to him, she met another full force slap that she was totally unprepared for. It sent her sideways into the bed again with another cry of pain, this time to slump down to the floor as her limbs didn’t seem to want to do anything to keep her upright. “Come on slut,” she heard him say from above her. “I know you want me to fuck you. Every hole, all night long. We both know you’re a dirty little tramp, you just need to admit it. Don’t you want to be fucked?” She looked up at him.
“No.” she said, still defiant. He sighed, and simply grabbed her hair and pulled her upwards. “Arrrgh!” she screamed as she struggled to get to her feet, her shaky legs wobbling as she tried to reduce the pressure on her hair. She glared at him as he let go of her, and felt herself getting angry. How dare he treat her like this? The fact that this was exactly what she had wanted was becoming forgotten as he played his part perfectly. He reached for her robes to open them up and push them off her shoulders and she slapped his hands away. “No!” she hissed, also blocking the almost gentle slap that she saw coming from her left, but missing the closed fist coming from the right. It hit her right on the chin and her legs simply folded underneath her, dumping her unceremoniously to the floor with a bang.
She lay stunned on the thick carpet, feebly trying to resist him as he rolled her face down to pull her robes off, leaving her in just her skirt, white shirt, and Slytherin tie. Air was squashed out of her as he sat on her back, knees either side of her. She felt his warm breath on her ear as he lowered his head to nibble gently on it, making her shudder, her spine tingling.
“This could all have been avoided if you had just submitted,” he said quietly. He bounced gently on her back, driving her breath from her chest.
“Uff!” she managed. “Fine!” she gasped. “I submit, happy?” Silence from above her, then another gentle, teasing touch of his lips on her ear, then her neck.
“Ahh my sweet girl,” he whispered. “No, you have to mean it. You defied me, and so you have to be punished.” Abruptly he bounced to his feet, leaving her breathless again. Before she knew what was happening there were ropes around her wrists, pulling her to her feet, her hands above her head with the rope pulling her body taut. The blood rushed to her head at being pulled upright so suddenly and her head swam so much she would have fallen had the ropes not held her wrists above her so tightly. She winced at the pain in her shoulders as she stumbled a little, and managed to hold still long enough to clear her head.
“No bra, I see,” he commented, gently caressing her breasts through the thin shirt. “Only a dirty little tramp would go braless when she had massive tits like yours. Do you realise how obvious it is? Have you been wandering around all day like this, flaunting them in front of everyone? Make the girls jealous and the boys hard, was that the plan?” She said nothing, and he slapped downwards on one of her tits.
“Ow!”
“I asked you a question!”
“No, that wasn’t it!” she answered quickly.
“Hmm,” he said, studying her. She looked at him, and then looked at the floor again, staying quiet. He reached for the shirt, pulling the tie to one side so he could undo the buttons, moving slowly from top to bottom. She shivered in anticipation when the shirt fell open and he ran a finger down her skin moving from her neck, between her breasts and down to the top of her skirt.
“Are you wearing any knickers?” he asked. She shook her head. “Thought you wouldn’t be. All sluts need to give easy access, don’t you?” She flushed again, and he gently pushed her shirt back to expose her breasts. “You like being helpless in front of me, don’t you?” he asked, caressing her left breast. She shook her head, and he pinched her nipple in response, making her gasp. “Don’t lie to me my sweet,” he warned. “Your nipples are rock hard, you’re loving this.” he squeezed her breast firmly, making her moan.
“Noooo…” she managed, which turned into a cry of pain when he squeezed harder and twisted. She tried to pull away but the ropes holding her just meant that she pulled at her shoulders, making her wince again. He slapped her breasts again, twice each, and she yelped each time. He slapped her face, and she could feel tears spring to her eyes at last from the stinging in her cheek and on her tits.
He regarded her a moment longer and the stepped around behind her to unzip her skirt. He left the button on the waistband done up though, and she felt his finger push between her arse cheeks.
“I’ve always wondered if it would be possible to unzip a girl and fuck her through her skirt,” he commented as his finger probed deeper. “Can you even get to her pussy?” he mused. “Or does she need to be an anal slut?” He pressed his finger forward and she gasped as it slid a little way into her arse. “That feels a bit dry,” he commented with some amusement. “So probably not your cunt, because I’m willing to bet you’re absolutely dripping right now. Maybe we’ll try it another day,” he said as he pulled the finger out and unbuttoned her, letting the skirt drop to the floor. A moan escaped her lips as he slapped her arse hard before moving back around to face her.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
“Poor darling,” he said gently. She flinched as he lifted his hand, but he simply touched her cheek gently. “Where does it hurt, my sweet?”
“Everywhere,” she moaned, twisting gently on the ropes that held her upright and stretched out.
“Here?” he asked, touching her cheek with his fingertips. She nodded, and he touched her breast. “Here?” She nodded again. He leaned down and kissed her nipple, sucking on it gently. “Is that better?” She nodded.
“Mmm hm,” she breathed.
“What about down here?” he asked as his hand snaked down to between her legs. She shook her head. “That doesn’t hurt?”
“No,” she whispered, and then cried out when he slapped her right on the clit.
“I thought you said everywhere hurt?”
I’m sorrrrryyy,” she whimpered, her legs sagging a little so that her wrists were taking most of her weight on the ropes.
“See, I actually believe you now.” He reached for her pussy again, sliding a finger inside her. “That is a wet little cunt,” he said. “I knew you were a dirty whore who loved being slapped around. You are, aren’t you?” She looked at the floor again but didn’t respond, so he lifted her chin and put his hand around her throat and squeezed gently. “I asked you a question,” he said softly, his grip tightening on her throat and making her struggle for breath. “You are a dirty little whore who likes being slapped around, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
He tightened his grip again. “Say it,” he said with a smirk. Pansy opened her mouth but could only make little choking noises as her face reddened, her throat muscles working against the grip of his fingers. They looked each other in the eyes as he held her, his grip steady. How long was he going to hold her like this, she wondered? She blinked repeatedly, trying to clear her vision that was starting to blur, her lungs heaving for the air they were being denied. Abruptly he released her and she sagged against her restraints, gasping. She sucked in huge breaths and coughed, barely even aware of the pain in her shoulders and wrists as they bore the weight of her body.
“Well?” he demanded.
She looked at the floor. “I’m a dirty little whore who likes being slapped around,” she managed, her throat still hurting.
“Good. And you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Gentle, or rough?”
“Rough,” she answered truthfully. Gods she really wanted to be fucked all over right now.
“You want to be treated like the filthy cunt you are, don’t you?” he said, stepping right up to her so their faces were just inches apart, his finger sliding over her bald pussy and making her moan.
“Yessss,” she moaned, twisting her body to try and increase the pressure on her clit.
“Ah ah ah!” He cautioned her, pulling his hand away and making her moan in disappointment. “Pleasure and pain are mine to dispense,” he reminded her, and slapped her on the clit.
“Owwww!” she whimpered, her legs closing tightly to try and relieve the sting.
“If I let you down will you promise to be a good little cunt and do what I tell you?” he asked.
“Yesss,” she whimpered.
“Yes sir,” he corrected her, adding another dimension to his authority over her. It didn’t even cross her mind to disobey at this point, she was his and would do what he said.
“Yes sir,” she said a little more strongly, doing her best to stand up straight after all the punishment that had been inflicted on her.
“Good slut,” he said with a smile, vanishing the ropes that were holding her arms above her head. She cried out in pain as her arms fell to her sides, her shoulders and wrists blazing in sudden agony as the pressure on them disappeared. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell to the floor in a heap for the second time that night. She lay there, panting slightly as Harry stood over her. “Up,” he said shortly. She tried to stand but stumbled, reeling a little as her legs protested. “Pathetic,” he snapped as he grabbed her to steady her, then pushed her towards the bed. She cried out, surprised by the force of his push, and put out her hands to stop herself hitting the mattress face first. Her thighs pressed against the side of the bed, and then a second push sent her face first into the mattress after all. She felt him pulling at the shirt she was still wearing and made no resistance as he pulled it off her, leaving her wearing just a green and silver tie loosely around her neck. She wanted to look behind her and see what was happening, but also felt too tired to move. Almost all of her ached, from her legs to her wrists, so she just lay there with her face pressed into the covers of the bed. There was a rustle of cloth behind her, and she jumped as she felt a hand on her backside.
“Twitchy little thing, aren’t you?” he asked in a slightly mocking tone. He spanked her twice, making her moan gently. His hand slid down to her cunt and she spread her legs a little to allow him access. “Good girl,” he said approvingly, two fingers sliding inside her easily. She was dripping wet. “You’ve been having a good time, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered, and received a sharp smack for her trouble. “Yes sir!” she immediately corrected herself, cursing herself for forgetting.
“Well then,” he said, almost to himself it seemed. “Probably no need for foreplay. You don’t need it, and I definitely don’t.” With that and no other warning, he slid his cock inside her. Pansy let out a breathy moan of pleasure as he filled her pussy, just two strokes and he was completely sheathed in her. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheets as he immediately started fucking her hard, her massively overstimulated body responding with ardour as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“I’m going to cum, sir!” she yelled as she felt her orgasm approaching. She wondered if he would slow down and stop her from cumming but he kept hammering at her pussy until she shrieked with pleasure, her back arching as muscles tensed and spasmed. She felt his cock buried in her cunt all the way until finally she flopped forward onto her face again, and he slowly withdrew. She moaned, her breath fluttering as her heart pounded in her chest.
“Climb up on the bed and get on your back,” came the order from behind. Struggling a little, she did as she was told. He was watching her, his naked body glorious in the low light of the room and his cock glistening with her juices. “Pull your legs up to your chest,” he directed. She did as she was told again, this time feeling a flush of arousal at being so exposed to him. She watched him climb onto the bed and aim his cock at her slit, feeling him tease around it with the bulbous head. He pushed inside a couple of times but quickly pulled out and positioned it right at her tight anus. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, stopping at the look on his face. They’d always used the lubrication spell for this, she really hoped that the juices that were coating his cock were enough.
“Oh gods,” she whispered as the head slipped inside her. It definitely wasn’t as comfortable as with lube, but it was bearable. He rubbed her clit with his thumb briefly and again pleasure flared, his cock sliding further into her arse as he did so.
“Do you like it like this, my little slut?”
“It hurts a bit sir,” she answered. He smacked her clit, forcing his cock a further inch or so into her as he did so. She whimpered.
“I didn’t ask you if it hurt, you stupid bitch, I asked if you liked it!” He began to thrust slowly into her again, bringing the wonderful mix of pain and pleasure that he’d served up so carefully all evening.
“Yes sir!” she cried out, her back arching again as a mini orgasm thrilled through her body. He waved his wand and ropes appeared, looping around the back of her knees and holding her legs in place so she could release her grip, her arms falling backwards as he started to fuck her arse. She looked up at him pleadingly. “Please sir,” she begged.
“Please what, slut?”
“Please make me cum sir. I need to cum on your cock again.”
“Good slut,” said Harry. He waved his wand again and ropes wrapped around her wrists, jerking them out to the corners of the bed. A second wave and she felt a buzzing sensation on her clit that made her moan instantly, involuntarily pushing up to try and increase the stimulation even though there was nothing physical there to push against. “You should see what you look like,” he said in a taunting voice. “You were so high and mighty, and now you’d do anything to cum. Would you like to see yourself?”
“Yesss,” she moaned, still arching her body to gain any extra stimulation she could on her clit, or by rocking her hips up and down with his cock inside her.
“Try again slut,” he told her. “You can ask more nicely than that.”
Her brain raced, or raced as much as it could right now to find the right way of phrasing the question. “Please sir,” she managed, “Show me how much of slut and a whore I look right now.”
“Good slut,” he said approvingly, and a large mirror appeared on the ceiling. She looked up at a scene of utter debauchery, one she never would have thought possible of herself. Her left cheek was bright pink from where she’d been repeatedly slapped, as were her breasts. Her legs were spread showing a very aroused pussy and Harry’s cock disappearing into her arse. She moaned again. He laughed. “Yes, you really do look like a proper little tramp don’t you?” he thrust hard into her and she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the feelings from all over her body. It was overloading. She felt his hands pulling at the one piece of clothing she still had on, her green and silver tie, but to her surprise he didn’t pull it off and toss it away. He undid the knot and then pulled it tight around her throat, making her open her eyes in shock. For about ten seconds she struggled to breathe while he held it tight, and then he relaxed and she took a huge gasp. “Did you like that?” he asked, almost gently.
“I…I don’t know, sir,” she said honestly. For the first time since they’d started, some uncertainty flashed across his face. He studied her a moment then nodded, his face set once more.
“Then we’ll have to find out,” he said. He pushed his cock deep inside her at the same time as he tightened the pressure on her throat. She looked up at the mirror as he started to fuck here again, watching the scene unfold as it happened to her. The feeling of pleasure overload intensified and she would have cried out if she was able to, her body shaking as another small orgasm hit her. Still he kept the pressure on, in the mirror her face was now deep red. Her lungs burned, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more, her body now fully in control of her mind and her body knew it was approaching the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. Her arse was on fire, the lack of the usual amount of lubrication creating a friction and sensation she’d never had before. She could feel her arms and legs twitching uncontrollably in their restraints, pulling at them uselessly.
“You like this, don’t you, you dirty cunt,” he taunted her. “My little anal whore.”
She tried to choke out an answer but could only move her mouth soundlessly. He relaxed the tension slightly and she tried again.
“Yeeurghs,” she croaked before he mercilessly tightened the pressure on her throat once more. She hear him say something else but it seemed to be coming from a distance and she couldn’t make it out. She was going to cum. Oh gods, she was going to…
She was aware of every muscle in her body going tight as she watched the girl in the mirror jerk spasmodically. Her face was almost purple, her eyes bugged out a little. She felt oddly detached from the situation whilst at the same time feeling everything with a slightly unreal clarity. Her pussy was clenching along with her anus, which still held his cock. She heard him shout something as he buried himself in her rectum to the hilt and knew he was cumming, she could feel his cock moving inside her as he shot his cum into her bowels. She felt him pull out, the pressure on her throat abruptly disappearing as he let go of the tie so he could continue ejaculating onto her tits and her face. In the same way that every muscle in her body seemed to have tightened, now they all relaxed. She slumped back down onto the soft bed, feeling the spurts of warm cum on her skin. Between her legs seemed to bloom with warmth as darkness crept in around the edges of her vision. She idly flailed a hand, wanting to rub her eyes, but she was still tied. Everything went black.
“Pansy…Pansy…Pansy…” she heard repeated, getting gradually louder. Groggily she opened her eyes and found she was sitting up slightly, her restraints gone although the bed felt damp, and Harry with a slightly concerned look on his face.
“‘M ‘wake,” she croaked out. “Wha’ happened?” He looked relieved.
“You passed out,” he told her. “And then you peed yourself. Or it might have been the other way round. I wasn’t taking notes.” he said with a slightly wry smile.
“Oh my god,” she managed, her voice returning slightly. “I peed myself?” she asked, mortified. He blushed a little too. He was back to normal Harry.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I was too busy making sure you were okay to do anything about it. Give me a sec.” He grabbed his wand and performed a cleaning charm, then a drying one so her backside was sitting on a clean and dry bed like the rest of her. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. She nodded.
“Yes,” she said quietly. Her throat still hurt, as did almost all of the rest of her. “That was incredible,” she said honestly. “When I got that book, I wondered what it would be like, you were just perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever cum that hard again.”
He laughed a little. “I came so hard my balls are sore,” he said with a mock groan. He lay down next to her and took her in his arms. “You were incredible,” he said softly. “You’re perfect.”
She looked up at the mirror that was still above them, enjoying the scene of bliss that was portrayed. The amount of happiness she felt seemed unfair. She studied his features in the mirror, although he was actually looking at her, not the ceiling.
“I love you,” she said, watching her own mouth form the words in the mirror. She still had cum on her face, she realised. She traced the lines of it that she could see. In her hair, on her cheeks, on her tits. She was deliberately not looking at him. Now that it was out, she almost regretted saying it. If he didn’t feel the same, she’d be crushed. Please, she thought. Please, please…
She felt a hand touch her chin and bring her round to face him, bright green eyes filling her world. “I love you too Pansy,” was all he said before they seemed to be drawn together, their lips opening as their tongues touched in a fierce kiss. They separated, and Harry wiped at his face. “Ew,” he said, drawing his hand across his mouth. Pansy giggled.
“What, it’s okay for me to be covered in cum, but not you?” She held his eyes as she wiped up the cum she could feel on her face, then popped her fingers into her mouth to clean them off. She continued to hold his gaze as she moved her hand down to her chest and rubbed his spunk into the skin of her breasts, her amusement increasing as his eyes kept flicking downwards to watch. “Do you like that, Potter?” she asked softly. He looked back at her and nodded. “Maybe we need to get you a little more used to cum,” she teased. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, I hear is the saying.” He looked a little alarmed at this idea and she giggled again. “But for now…” she said, to distract him…her hand reached down for his cock, and found it still soft.
“Well this won’t do at all,” she frowned. Slowly she stroked him and he groaned a little. She felt him growing in her hand until he was at full mast again.
“Again?” he asked. She nodded.
“Again. I need you.” He knelt and got between her legs, pushing slowly into her still wet cunt. She closed her eyes and savoured the feeling of him inside her, no pressure now, just two lovers joining. She felt his weight on top of her as he lay down, but then he instantly rolled them onto their sides. She opened her eyes to find him looking right at her, his hand wandering from her face down to her hip as he moved in her. It was gentle and incomparably tender next to what had happened earlier, but it felt so right as well. She lost track of time, simply enjoying his body and what he was doing to her.
“I’m going to cum,” he said slightly breathlessly.
“Do it,” she urged, wrapping her left leg around him and hooking him into her body so he couldn’t pull out. She wanted him inside her. Their lips met again as he pulled her into him as he came, moaning her name into her mouth as he spurted inside her pussy. Finally he relaxed and let go of her body, letting her slump slightly onto her back once more though they were still joined.
“Did you cum?” he asked. She shook her head.
“I didn’t need to my love. That was perfect as it was.” She reached out and caressed his cheek. “You’re perfect.” He blushed.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbled, embarrassed. She laughed.
“Ahh, the great Harry Potter, embarrassed by praise.” she teased. “I love you Harry,” she told him again.
“And I love you,” he repeated. He looked at his watch. “Shit,” he muttered. “It’s way past curfew.”
“Bollocks,” she said. “I’m supposed to be on patrol from eleven till one tonight. We should get going, but I’d rather stay here forever.” He smiled at her.
“Me too,” he agreed, his hand squeezing her hip and then running up her side, making her shiver.
“You’re not helping,” she said sternly, though she made no move to stop him.
“Didn’t know I was supposed to be helping,” he teased her back. “I’m not on patrol tonight.” he rolled over so her was on top of her and began peppering her neck and face with teasing, ticklish little kisses.
“Aaaaaiiii!” she squealed, flailing at him. “Get off me you monster!” He grabbed her wrists and held them both with a casual strength that made her heart flutter again as he kissed her deeply. Finally he broke the kiss and pulled away, looking her right in the eyes.
“I will let you go,” he said in a serious tone, “If you tell me once more that you love me.” his eyes twinkled as he spoke. She huffed.
“Very well Potter. You drive a hard bargain. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!” she said in a breathless rush. “Now may I please get up?” she asked with mock humility.
“Very well,” he said seriously. “You performed your task, and so I will fulfil my end of the bargain.” He released her wrists and pushed himself up, slowing pulling his cock from her body. She groaned a little as he left her, her pussy protesting its emptiness. Sperm spilled out of her to flow between her arse cheeks.
“How did you even have any cum left?” she groused as she got up and started to wipe herself down with a towel that the room provided as soon as she thought of it. She shrugged.
“Naturally blessed?” he answered. He started pulling his own clothes together as they cleaned up and got dressed. She pulled her clothes on, looking at her watch as she did so. She cursed inwardly. There was no time to go back to her dorm and put a bra on, and she slightly regretted her impetuousness in not wearing one. She couldn’t remember who she was on patrol with, and the thought of Filch perving on her tits was more than slightly gross. She pulled her robe around her, hoping that it would cover her enough that whoever it was wouldn’t notice.
“See you soon?” he said as they left the room.
“Definitely,” she said, kissing him. “Go on,” she said. “Get going before I have to give you detention for being out after curfew.”
He laughed. “With threats like that, I’m surprised I have any evenings free at all.” She smiled in return and shooed him away.
“Go!” she said with a smile. He smiled back, and then disappeared under his invisibility cloak. She turned to leave, and felt a pinch on her bottom. She smiled and slapped at the invisible hand, hitting nothing but air. “You just wait,” she said with amusement.

Just over two hours later she made her painful way back to her dormitory. Patrol had been fine, even though she’d been partnered with Ron Weasley. At least he was dating Lavender Brown, a girl with tits probably the equal of her own, so he hadn’t really felt the need to leer at her at all, and her robes had done a good job of hiding her braless-ness. She longed for her bed. Her arse hurt, her face stung, and her legs and arms ached. Predictably though, she was met in the common room by Daphne.
“Well?” the girl asked without preamble, an arched eyebrow accenting the question.
“Everything hurts,” she answered. Daphne rolled her eyes.
“It was your idea.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it,” she admitted. Daphne shook her head.
“Weirdo. I read that book before I gave it to you. What did he do?”
“Never you mind,” she retorted. “You’ll just find it ‘weird’.” The tall girl rolled her eyes again, then focussed on Pansy as she removed her robes.
“What’s that?” she demanded.
“What’s what?”
“On your neck!” Daphne conjured a mirror and gave it to Pansy, who looked with horror at the bright red mark around her neck. “Did he choke you?” She sounded horrified.
“Yes,” Pansy admitted.
“And you liked it?” She sounded flabbergasted.
“Yes,” she said again. Her friend looked at her in astonishment before shaking her head.
“Well,” she said, “It’s your neck, I suppose. Did you at least cum hard from it?”
“Merlins fucking balls Daph, you wouldn’t believe it,” she gushed. “I actually peed myself,” she blurted out with a deep blush. Daphne gaped at her.
“You…you…” she said, apparently unable to articulate anything more.
“And then I passed out. I woke up covered in his cum with him asking if I was alright.” She giggled a little as her friend continued to stare at her open mouthed. “It was pretty epic, yeah,” she declared with a grin.
Daphne finally managed to close her mouth and shook her head. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. “I want to cum like that.”
“Ask nicely and I might lend him to you,” she said magnanimously.
“You’re very generous with other people’s bodies,” Daphne replied, smiling though because she knew Harry wouldn’t exactly mind.
Pansy waved it off. “Speaking of though, would you like to be involved in a special three-way?” Daphne looked at her curiously.
“Probably,” she said honestly. “What did you have in mind?”
Pansy grinned, and began to outline her plan. Daphne liked it very much indeed.
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