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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 made his way to the Gryffindor table, acutely aware of everyone staring at him, his face covered in blood.

"Harry!" shouted Hermione. "What on earth happened?"
"Malfoy," he said shortly. He looked over at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was miming a nose exploding. To his satisfaction though, he noticed Pansy Parkinson had a very red face. She looked horror stricken. Malfoy said something to her, and she managed what looked like a short laugh, before glancing over at the Gryffindor table. Harry caught her eye and smirked very slightly, causing her to blush even harder and look away.
"Harry, what on earth is up with Pansy Parkinson?" asked Hermione.
Harry smirked a little more. "Oh, I overheard some stuff in their compartment. They seem to think she fancies me."
Hermione frowned slightly. "Well she's certainly not acting like herself, I'll give her that. She's never passed up an opportunity to make fun of you before. Don't be mean to her though Harry!" Now it was Harry's turn to frown.
"Are you serious Hermione? After everything she's done and said to you?" Hermione shrugged, and started to speak, but Harry cut her off. "Besides, I have no intention of letting everyone know that Pansy Parkinson fancies me. I'd be the laughing stock of the school."

Once the feast ended, they made their way wearily up to the common room, with nothing on their minds but sleep. Once there and in bed however, Harry's mind was filled with an image of a nearly naked Pansy Parkinson, rubbing her slit for him. Shielded from view of the other boys by the hangings on his bed, he pulled his hard cock from his boxer shorts, and started stroking it. He imagined Pansy on her knees, playing with herself in front of him, and bent over while he slid inside her. He stifled a grunt as he came, the warm, sticky fluid coating his hand. Grabbing his wand quietly he muttered "Scourgify," and the mess vanished. As he drifted off to sleep, a plan began to form.

The first day back at school was chaos as always, adapting back to the school routine after a lazy summer of fun was sometimes difficult. Somehow they made it through, and after dinner, Harry told Ron and Hermione that he'd meet them in the common room, he had something he wanted to take care of. Dashing off to the Owlery, he took out a piece of parchment and a quill. He had been planning what to say in the note all day, and thought it should do the trick. Listening out to make sure no one saw him sending it, he wrote:

"You are beautiful. Would you meet me at 11pm, at the 6th floor west corridor, by the statue of Wendelin the Weird?

Your Secret Admirer."

Hedwig was out hunting, which was lucky because he would never have been able to use her for this, she was the only snowy owl at Hogwarts. He tied the note to one of the school owls, and left the Owlery.

As far as Harry was concerned, the night couldn't pass fast enough. He hurried back to the common room, and flopped down next to Ron and Hermione.

"Where've you been?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged.
"Just wanted to go up to the Owlery and see Hedwig, but she wasn't there."
"Oh. Want a game of chess?"
"Ron, don't you two have homework?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, but we don't have to start on it right now, do we?" Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed a book. "Well you two can waste your time if you want, I want to read up more on human transfiguration, it sounds very interesting."

The boys went and collected their chess pieces, and sat down at one of the tables. As usual, Ron beat Harry easily, and when he went to put his pieces back in his trunk, Hermione came and sat next to Harry.

"Have you decided what you're going to do about Pansy Parkinson?" she asked quietly. Harry looked around to make sure they wouldn't be overheard.
"Do? I'm not going to do anything. Maybe smirk at her a little to make her blush." Hermione gave him an appraising look, like she didn't quite believe him.
"Well, all right then. Just don't do anything silly."

Harry went to bed later thinking about what Hermione had said, but what did she know? Pansy Parkinson had been utterly horrible to all of them from day one, she deserved a bit of comeuppance. And if Harry got something nice in exchange...well, where was the harm?

He woke early the next morning, and lay in bed for a little while. Today was the day. His message would be delivered, and later that night, he would find out if she had taken the bait.

Getting out of bed he pulled on his clothes, and went down to breakfast. Ron and Hermione arrived and started chattering to him, but he wasn't really paying attention. With a loud swooshing, the morning post arrived. Glancing quickly at the Slytherin table, Harry saw Pansy take the note from the school owl and read it quickly, before folding it and putting it into one of the inner pockets on her robes, looking around the hall as she did so. Harry glanced down hurriedly at his porridge, and tried to pay attention to what Ron and Hermione were saying.

The day passed slowly for him, but finally it was done. He whiled away the hours until 11pm, playing chess with Ron, and doing some homework just to avoid Hermione's reproachful looks. Armed with the marauders map and wearing his invisibility cloak, he set out for the sixth floor west corridor. As he drew closer, he spotted the dot on the map marked 'Pansy Parkinson'. He was happy she had come, and even happier that she seemed to be alone. Since he knew the map wasn't fooled by invisibility cloaks, animagi or even polyjuice potion, he felt safe to take the cloak off before rounding the corner. At the sound of his footsteps, she turned to look at him. The look on her face was one of shock and embarrassment, her face flushing pink.

"Potter?" she said, disbelievingly. Harry nodded. Now that he was here, he couldn't think of anything to say, and just stood there a little stupidly. "Well? Are you going to say anything?"
"Umm...well, you probably know I saw you on the train, and..."
"I knew it! You fucking pervert! What's the matter, didn't see enough and you want..." He interrupted her quickly.
"No! Its not like that, I didn't mean to, and I wanted to tell you that I thought you looked really sexy, umm, I mean..." Harry's voice trailed off as he ran out of words, and he just looked at her face. The young Gryffindors had once described her as pug faced, but time had certainly improved matters. She still had a slightly upturned nose, but the rest of her face had lengthened a little, and the overall effect was very pretty. It also helped that she wore her hair much longer these days, straight dark hair flowing down her back.

Her face was still flushed pink, but she didn't move away as Harry moved closer.

"You think I'm sexy?" she asked uncertainly. Harry nodded.
"Yes." He moved closer still, touching his lips to hers. She didn't exactly return his kiss, but she didn't pull away, and he pulled her towards him, feeling the little resistance in her body give way to him. Feeling bolder, he reached up and touched her breast through her shirt. Instantly, he knew it had been the wrong thing to do. Her lips froze, and she quickly pushed him away.
"It's like that is it?" she spat at him. "Perve on me, and then get me to come up here so you can grope me a little? Well maybe that's how you do things with your mudblood whore Granger, but I'm afraid I have standards." She turned to leave, but Harry's blood was boiling from her insults to Hermione.

"Immobulis!" he shouted. Pansy froze where she was, swaying a little as her momentum tried to carry her forward despite her magically frozen muscles. He walked up to her. "Perverted am I?" he asked. "We'll see how perverted I am. As for being a whore...wearing knickers today, Parkinson?" Despite her totally expressionless face, there seemed to be some panic in her eyes. He reached down and slid a hand under the hem of her skirt, moving it slowly up her leg. He felt a thrill as the smooth skin slid under his hand, and he moved deliberately between her thighs. "Hmm, looks like you forgot again," he told her quietly, as his fingers encounted nothing but warm, yielding flesh between her legs. He rubbed his finger on her hairless slit, feeling it get slick with her juices. While Harry's experience with girls may have been limited as far as physical intimacy was concerned, he knew what was going on. Dudleys magazines had at least taken care of that. He knew she was turned on. He rubbed a little more, and then pulled his hand away, looking in her eyes. The panic seemed to be gone, to be replaced with...disappointment? Was that the look she was giving him now?

"Do you know why I used this spell Parkinson?" he asked her. "Because even though you can't move, your body still can. Let me show you." He took her arm and held if out to her side. Her arm moved easily, but when he released it, it stayed where he had left it. "So now the question is, where do I want you?" There was no doubt about the panic in her eyes now, and Harry would have felt bad about this if it wasn't for two things. The first being her insult to Hermione, the second being the raging hard on in his pants that was demanding some kind of release, and fogging what would have normally been strident demands from his conscience that he stop this immediately.

Harry walked around behind her and grabbed her arms. As gently as he could, he made her kneel on the floor, sitting on her heels. Reaching around in front of her, he began to unbutton her shirt. His fingers shook slightly out of nerves, but he continued, and felt the shirt fall open as he reached the last button. Pulling it back towards him, he let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, where he kicked it away a little. She was wearing a green bra in the same shade as the Slytherin serpent, and his fingers shook again as he unhooked it, pushing the straps forward so it fell from her chest and into her lap. Taking a deep breath, he walked in front of Pansy Parkinson to see the very first real pair of breasts in his life.

"Very nice, Parkinson," he told her, meaning it. Her breasts were large, though somewhat saggy, topped with large pink nipples. "What size...? Oh, there we are," he said, grabbing her bra. "Thirty four double D? Not bad," he smirked. Apparently the immobulis charm didn't prevent anyone from showing embarrassment, as Pansy's face was a bright pink, with the flush extending down her chest to the top of her breasts. Harry reached out to touch her, the soft flesh of her breasts yielding to his touch. "Oh God..." he muttered, as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. He ran his fingers over her nipples, squeezing them gently. His erection was becoming uncomfortable now, he had to do something about it. Did he dare...? Yes. He did. Standing in front of her, he unzipped his trousers, reaching inside for his cock. He pulled it out, noting the renewed look of panic in Pansy's eyes as she looked at it. He didn't care. Standing in front of her, he started to stroke himself as he looked at her breasts, touching one of them with his free hand. Her nipples, he noticed had hardened, although whether that was from the cold air, or her being turned on, he didn't know. Or care.

He was getting close. He remembered a spell that the Weasley twins had told him about, but he'd never used, being slightly embarrassed by it, but now seemed the perfect time to try it out. He grabbed his wand, which he pointed at his testicles, and said "Citricum augere." Wanking faster now, he felt the pressure build in his crotch, way past what he normally felt. His knees buckled a little as his orgasm hit him, and his cum squirted onto Pansy Parkinson face. He watched as jet after jet of thick, sticky sperm hit her face and dripped down her chin onto her tits, running down her belly to stain her grey school skirt. Just when he thought his knees WERE going to give way, his magically enhanced orgasm ended, leaving him drained, and the dark hair girl in front of him covered in cum. It was all over her face, in her hair, thick trickles had run down her chest and her stomach.

"Well Parkinson...until next time." Harry tucked himself away, and walked off.
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