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Harry Has Fun!	By : redjacobson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 41218 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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SERIES TITLE: Harry Has Fun!
STORY TITLE: Pansy Out of Bounds
PART: 02 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
DISTRIBUTION: My Yahoo Group, FanFiction.Net, HP FanFiction Archive, Archive of Our Own, Tenhawk Presents
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SERIES SUMMARY: A Series of (mostly) unrelated one-shots, showing Harry having fun with one or more of the women. Most of the women will be from the Potter-Verse, but there may be occasional crossovers with the Buffy-Verse or other sources.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Head Boy Harry Potter catches Pansy Parkinson out after curfew, she's desperate to avoid being turned in to the Professors, and Harry takes her up on her offer.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Pansy
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <4,898>
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHORS NOTES: These are basically PWP, but I'm sure that at least some plot will show up between the bodies slapping together GRIN

Saturday Night
9:30pm

Pansy cursed softly, “Damn it, I missed curfew again! My parents are going to kill me if I get expelled!”

She really hadn't meant to stay in Hogsmeade so late, but she had been honestly enjoying herself for the first time in ages, and had lost track of time. By the time she noticed, the last of the carriages had already made its' way up to the castle, and she had to take the path in the dark. Of course, falling and twisting her ankle had made things worse, because she had dropped her wand and it took her almost 15 minutes to find the bloody thing!

By the time she had cast a healing charm and got back on the path, she could see the castle doors being closed and locked for the night. Cursing her bad luck, she had to hurry back to Hogsmeade and into Honeydukes to use the secret tunnel into the castle. She didn't think that Potter or his crew had any idea that she knew about that entrance, but she was in Slytherin for a reason, and information was her bread and butter. All it had taken was a night with the Weasley twins (that she had obliviated them of), and she knew all the secrets of their map. She just wished she'd thought to grab the map before leaving them in that hallway, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

Approaching the statue at the end of the passageway, she cast a quick spell to see if there was anybody in the area, and, finding nobody there, gave a sigh of relief and whispered the password. Pushing gently, the statue moved slightly, just enough for her to slip out and into the hallway. Closing the passage, she took a few seconds to straighten her robes and headed toward the dungeons.

She had only made it about twenty paces when a figure stepped into the hallway in front of her. The glasses and messy hair identified him immediately, and she cringed, Potter was known to be a stickler for the rules, especially since he was made Head Boy after killing Riddle in the Battle of Hogwarts. She could make out the damnable smirk on his face already, and knew that she was going to be in a lot of trouble! He never did have much use for Slytherins, and with the way she had been forced to fawn over Draco for all those years, he probably hated her almost as much as he did the Death Eaters!

“Well, well, Miss Parkinson, out of bounds already in the term? What's this, the fourth or fifth time you've been caught out after curfew? You used to be a Prefect and you know what time curfew is on the Hogsmeade weekends, don't you?”

Knowing he expected a response, she nodded sharply, before putting a pleading look on her face. “I know, I know, I just fell and twisted my ankle walking back to the castle, and the doors were locked so I had to find another way in. I really didn't mean to be out of bounds, isn't there anything I can do to convince you to let it go, just this once?” She put on her best doe eyes, and let tears start to form, hoping that she could play on his sympathy, but her hopes were dashed when he just chuckled.

“Nice try, Parkinson, but I really should turn you over to Slughorn, I'm sure your parents would be thrilled that you got kicked out of school without your NEWTs, wouldn't they? In fact, didn't I hear that your father was in negotiation with Silas Ogden to marry you off to him if you didn't graduate? Oh well, look on the bright side, he's got to be close to a hundred years old, so you'll only have to be married to him for a couple of years before you're a rich widow.”

Her eyes widened in shock, nobody was supposed to know about that, nobody! She hadn't even told Daphne or Tracey, so how did he find out? “Please Potter, I'm begging you. Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and beg you? I will, but please, please, don't turn me in! I'll even swear a witches oath to do whatever you want, but I can't be married to that evil old man! He's already buried five wives, and all of them were lots younger than he is. I'm too young to die!” The tears were real this time, she really didn't want to be married to that perverted old bastard.

His smile would have put a werewolf to shame, and the way he was looking at her was starting to worry her, but then he spoke, “My, my, you are desperate, aren't you? Well, you're in luck. I happen to be in an exceptionally good mood this evening, so I'm going to give you a chance to prove you mean what you are saying. Follow me!”

She didn't hesitate, but followed him back down the corridor he had stepped out of. He walked for several minutes, making a few turns, until Pansy wasn't sure exactly where in the castle they were. Finally he stopped when he came to a door. Tapping his wand in a seemingly random pattern, the door glowed briefly before opening. Potter turned to her and waved her into the darkened room. She heard him step in behind her and the door closed with a squelching noise. She tried to hide her worry, knowing that she was completely cut off from the rest of the castle. She knew the sound a door makes when it's locked and silenced, and that was exactly what she heard.

The room was too dark to see anything, but she did get the impression that the room was fairly large, because of the way Potter's boots echoed as he walked. She tried to follow his location, but he seemed to moving randomly and she couldn't tell where he was. Eventually the sound of the boots stopped and she heard him mutter something, just before the room was flooded with light!

She blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes adjusted, the brightness was almost blinding after the complete darkness just moments before. Eventually she could see clearly and saw Potter standing about 10 feet from her, leaning casually against a Professors desk. He wasn't smirking at her now, but was watching her hungrily. She mentally shrugged, she was perfectly willing to use whatever she had to keep from being expelled, and if shagging Potter kept her from marrying Ogden, she'd do whatever it took, it wouldn't be the first time after all. And since he was dating the Weaselette, he was probably still a virgin, so this wouldn't take that much time, and she could get back to the dungeon and get a good nights sleep.

“You know why I'm in such a good mood tonight, Parkinson? Well, I'll tell you, I spent the majority of the afternoon in this very room with Davis and both Greengrass sisters, and all of them were passed out from pleasure after I was through with them. I have to admit, Astoria was a pleasant surprise, I was going to wait for another year or so before seducing her, but Daphne wanted to make sure that her baby sister had an enjoyable first time. Which is understandable, since I'm sure that Snape didn't give a damn for any of your pleasure when he had you, did he?”

She was stunned, she had no idea that anyone outside of the dungeon knew about that, they had been forced to swear an oath on their magic to keep silent, so how did he know? Then the rest of what he said hit her, he had sex with Daphne and Tracy, and Astoria too? How the hell did he manage that?

As if he read her mind, Potter chuckled, “It was actually surprisingly easy to get your dorm mates to drop their knickers, both of them are extremely ambitious and wanted to ally themselves with the Potters and the Blacks, since they were the Heads of their Families now. They didn't tell me about what Snape did, they didn't have to, I already knew. But none of your classmates lost their magic, don't worry. It seems Severus was quite talkative in the hours I questioned him before he was executed. I didn't even enjoy killing Tommy at the end, because he was obviously insane, but I'll admit I got a certain amount of pleasure out of tossing Snape into the cage full of transformed werewolves and watching him being torn apart. Petty of me, I know, but he had earned his death many times over, and it was poetic justice that werewolves killed him after he murdered Remus.” He shook his head, “But that's not important now, we were discussing just what you are willing to do to keep me from turning you over to the Professors.”

She shrugged, not really surprised at what she had heard, she knew that Snape was a bastard and wasn't bothered that Potter had taken his revenge. She probably would have done something similar, if she'd had the chance. Keeping her voice calm, she said, “I think you can figure out just what I'm willing to do. I'm not a virgin in any sense of the word, and haven't been for several years. You want me to kneel down and give you a knobber, not a problem, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. You want to bend me over the desk and shag me, I'm on the potion. So, what do you want from me?”

“Well, to start with, you are wearing far too much clothing Parkinson, I want you to strip, show me what you are offering.”

She was mildly impressed, most boys, and even some men, would show a bit of nervousness when asking her to undress. But Potter was completely calm, as if he were ordering a butterbeer down at the Three Broomsticks, and he wasn't even asking, he was ordering her to strip.

Without a word, she unbuttoned her robes and slid them off her shoulders, putting them on a desk behind her, no need to get them dirty after all. She smirked inwardly as he took in her outfit, obviously not expecting her to be wearing muggle clothing under her robes.

Reaching down, she tugged the tails of her blouse out of her skirt and started with the bottom button, showing her firm belly as more of her skin was exposed. He raised an eyebrow at her, and made a 'move it along' gesture with his hand, so she picked up the pace and soon her blouse joined her robes on the desk.

She stood there for a second, letting him see her bra encased breasts. She knew she wasn't as big as Daphne or the 'Puff, Bones, but she was happy with what she had. Reaching behind her, she fumbled with the clasp before it separated, and she crossed her arms, letting the bra fall off her chest. Tossing it toward the desk, she turned toward him and pulled her shoulders back, displaying herself to best effect.

Potter nodded, “Not bad, Parkinson, but I've seen tits before. Keep going.”

'Damn it! No reaction at all! Just how much experience does he have?'

Bending over, she untied her trainers, making sure he got a good look at her skirt covered arse, before standing back up and toeing her shoes off. Reaching for the hook on her skirt, she opened it, and pushed it down over her hips, taking her knickers with it. Stepping out of the cloth puddled on the floor, she folded the skirt and set in on top of her blouse and robes before turning back to him.

She stood there, her arms behind her back, and her legs spread slightly, letting his eyes roam over her, and was pleased to see that he was finally showing a reaction, as there was a noticeable tent in his trousers.

He pushed off from the desk and walked toward her, his eyes holding hers, until he was directly in front of her. Reaching down, he ran his fingers between her legs and frowned. “There is no way you are ready for this, I want to shag you, I don't have any reason to hurt you, after all.”

Stepping back, he gestured, and a chair moved beside her. “Have a seat, I want to watch as you get yourself ready for me. I don't care if you cum or not, but I want you nice and wet when I shag you.”

“You want me to what?” She couldn't believe this, she's standing there naked and willing, and he wants to watch her Jill herself? Why doesn't he just shag her and get it over with, she wanted to get some sleep tonight.

“It's quite simple, Parkinson. I want to watch you as you masturbate, you are far too dry right now, and I would hurt you if I shagged you now. I only hurt my partners if that is their kink, and I can tell that isn't yours. So, will you do what I tell you, or do I force a lust potion down your throat?”

She shook her head quickly, she'd seen the results of somebody who was dosed with a lust potion, and it took almost twelve hours for it to wear off, and the girl ended up in the Infirmary with a broken pelvis!

Sitting down in the chair, she was pleased that the seat and back were actually comfortably warm, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Closing her eyes, she brought up one of her favorite fantasies, where she was tied to a bed and blindfolded, her body open to anybody who wants her. She could hear voices murmuring, she couldn't make out what they were saying, but could tell there were both men and women in the room with her. She tensed as she felt a weight on the mattress, and then felt soft hands on her thighs, holding her open, and a warm breath blew over her folds. She shivered in delight as a tongue licked her, opening her up and sliding inside. She had no idea who the woman was, but that didn't matter, it just felt so damned good!

She was losing herself in the sensations when a calloused hand touched her face, turning her head to the side. She felt something pressing against her lips, and opened her mouth, letting a man slide inside. He was a good size, and she opened her mouth wider, running her tongue along his length as he pulled back before moving forward again. She was pleased that he wasn't just taking her mouth, but letting her adjust to him. She had almost forgotten the girl between her legs, but when her tongue brushed her clit, she jerked on the bed as bolts of pleasure shot through her body!

She moaned around the cock in her mouth, before locking her lips around him and sucking quickly. She was rewarded by a moan of pleasure, and his hand gently stroked her hair. She vaguely wondered who it was, but the tongue on her pussy drove all thoughts from her mind.

Everything faded away, the sounds in the room, the feeling of the mattress under her, everything but the warm cock in her mouth and the mouth on her core. She felt like she was being pushed to the edge of a cliff, but not able to make the leap into the water below. Pansy had no idea how long she was kept on the edge, but eventually, the man in her mouth pulsed, and she felt his seed flooding her. She swallowed just as fast as she could, feeling a burst of pleasure at being able to take it all. The man pulled out, and she felt him tap her mouth with his wand and smiled as she felt the mouth cleaning charm do its' work. She thought he was just being considerate, but then he leaned down and kissed her!

She still had no idea who the man was, but certainly wanted to find out, because Merlin the man could kiss! She'd always had a weakness for a partner that could curl her toes like that, and she wanted more! Unfortunately he pulled back, leaving her whining in need, but the woman between her legs slid a finger inside her and her attention was fixed on her other pleasurable tormentor. The woman seemed like she was finally going to give her some relief, as another finger was added, rubbing her inner walls and she felt the woman's lips wrapping around her nub and sucking gently.

That was all it took, as her body jerked against her bonds and she felt herself floating over the edge of the cliff into the warm waters of ecstasy. She cried out as the waters caressed her, making her feel pleasure like she'd never known before and she hoped it would last forever!

Pansy had no idea how long she floated there, but eventually she became aware of her surroundings, the chair she was sitting in, and the sound of applause coming from across the room. Opening her eyes, she blinked blearily, until she saw Potter leaning against the desk, a wide, genuine smile on his face as he applauded. It suddenly hit her what was going on, and she felt her entire body flushing in embarrassment at having been watched in such an intimate moment. But the embarrassment faded as she saw that he had opened his trousers and his cock was standing tall and proud in his lap. She mentally compared him to the man in her fantasy, and wondered how he would feel in her mouth?

Potter seemed to ignore her distraction as he said, “Damn, Parkinson, I want you to remember that fantasy, I don't know what it was, but I've never seen anybody cum that hard! If you want to continue this, I'll do whatever I can to help you make the fantasy a reality, I'd love to see if you have the same reaction.”

Pansy blinked as she considered the idea, and a slow smile crossed her face. “Tell you what, Potter, if you can make my fantasy come true, and it's even close as good, I'll be your willing bed mate until we graduate! Hell, I'll even go down on the Weaselette if you want!”

Potter grinned at her, “Now that's a mental image that will keep me up at night, and I'm sure Ginny will enjoy it as well, she always enjoy an eager girl between her thighs after all. I'm sure she would love to join us tonight, but she's entertaining Astoria at the moment.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow at that, “Really, I'm surprised, I thought all Weasleys hated us 'Slimy Snakes'?

“Nah, that was just Ron, and he was brainwashed by his mother, the other family members learned how to think for themselves. But we aren't here to talk, are we?”

“Not after you had me get myself warmed up like that, we're not! In fact, if you don't get that hunk of meat in me in the next ten seconds I'm going to slice it off and take it back to the dorm with me!”

“Can't be having that, Ginny and the others would be extremely unhappy with you!” With a gesture, and where was he hiding his wand, he can't be doing this wandlessly, Pansy wondered. She found herself lifted from her chair and bent over the desk he had been leaning on.

Pansy moaned in anticipation as she felt the cords tying themselves around her ankles and wrists, holding her in place with her legs spread wide open for him. She heard the rustle of clothing, and felt him moving in place behind her. She shivered as she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her soaking core. “Damn it, Potter, don't tease me! Stick that monster in my pussy!”

A moment later, the phrase, 'be careful what you wish for' was all she could think of, because he was stretching her more than she had ever experienced in her life, and she was loving it! He was filling her, and touching every one of her sensitive points with his cock as he buried himself inside her. She tried to move back against him, but the bonds held her in place and all she could do was tighten her walls around him.

She felt him leaning over her, and his hands slipped under her chest, cupping her breasts as he pumped into her. His thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body and directly to her core. She felt his warm breath on her neck and heard his voice, “Brace yourself, I'm going to try something a little different.”

She had no idea what he was going to do, and frankly didn't care, if he wanted her to climb up on the staff table at the Leaving Feast and sing “The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All”, the way he was making her feel she'd be happy to do it! But that wasn't what he had in mind, as she felt a spark of magic leaving his hands and caressing her breasts, and her entire body exploded with pleasure! It felt like every nerve in her body was tingling with happiness, and her brain fogged with the force of her climax.

She would never know just how long she shuddered and moaned as wave upon wave washed over her. A small deep part of her mind counted at least fifteen separate climaxes before she could think clearly again. The rest of her mind was overwhelmed and couldn't think anything more coherent than “Wow!” and “Best thing ever!” and “Want More!”

Pansy felt a sense of emptiness when she came back to herself, and it took a couple of seconds to realize that he was no longer filling her. She whined in disappointment, only to realize that she had changed positions and wasn't bend over the desk. She blinked to find herself on her knees in front of Potter, and his hard cock was only inches from her face, swollen and glistening with her juices.

She didn't even blink before opening her mouth and taking him inside her, enjoying his taste mixed with her own juices. She locked her lips around him, sucking gently while her tongue moved as much as she could on his length. Pansy was pleased that he didn't try to force her to take more than she was ready for, in fact, he kept his hands at his sides, letting her set the pace.

She sucked him for several minutes, alternating between licking him and taking him deep in her mouth, and fondling his balls, until she felt his sac tightening and knew he was about to cum. He grunted her name and she took him back in her mouth, waiting for the explosion she knew was coming. She felt him swelling and started swallowing as fast as she could as he flooded her mouth.

When he finished and pulled out of her mouth, he tapped her lips with his wand and she felt her mouth being cleaned. After he put his wand away, he smiled down at her and said, “Well, Miss Parkinson, you've convinced me not to turn you over to the Professors for being out after curfew, and I just have one final thing to say.” She looked up at him curiously, feeling relieved that he wouldn't turn her in, which turned to surprise when he said, “Snorcack!”

For an instant she wondered what possessed him to say something nonsensical like that, until the fog lifted from her brain and her memories came flooding back! Laughing with delight, she threw her arms around Harry and kissed him passionately! “Damn Harry! That was amazing! I'm never going to doubt the others about this hypnotic suggestion thing again! I completely forgot who I am now, I was sure I was Pansy Parkinson, 7^th Year Student, and you were the Head Boy again.”

Harry laughed happily as he hugged her, “I was sure it was going to work, it worked fine with Luna and Ginny after all, and if anybody would have been resistant it would have been the two of them. But we need to get back to our Quarters, the two of them probably want to get some sleep after watching the kids all night.”

Pansy smiled softly, thinking of their twin sons, and started dressing again, shaking her head at the old robes she had transfigured into a Slytherin uniform. Glancing over, she wasn't surprised that her husband was already dressed, he never seemed to take long to straighten up.

Just as they were heading for the door, a glowing specter of a tabby cat appeared and opened its' mouth. The two of them cringed as the distinctly unamused voice of Minerva McGonagall came from the cat. “If the two of you are presentable, I would like to see you in my office immediately!”

They looked at each other, and Harry muttered, “Oh, Shite! She's going to kill us!”

Pansy wanted to disagree, but found that she agreed with him.

Headmistress's Office
Five Minutes Later

The Headmistress glared at the two of them like they were still her students, before shaking her head. “Really, you two! I'm aware that you are married, and I'm glad that you and your wives are still in love, Mister Potter, but please remember, you are all Professors here, and there is a certain level of decorum that is expected. In recognition of your achievements, and the renown you bring to the school, I've been willing to overlook certain of your escapades, such as the incident in the Quidditch Locker Room with Ginevra, and the Snorcack Mating Ritual on top of the Astronomy Tower, because you made sure that none of the students were aware of them. But this, I had to explain to a pair of first year Hufflepuffs who were coming back from the Hospital Wing why my Head of Gryffindor and the Potions Professor were dressing like students and what they were talking about! That's not to mention the room you chose for your liaison had a portrait who delighted in telling me, in vivid detail, exactly what the two of you were up to!”

She took a sip from her cup of tea and set it down, frowning. “I really do not need to know what my married professors get up to when they are in private, and I'm seriously tempted to go see Poppy to have the memory obliviated! In the future, if you and your wives decide to try your hand at 'role-playing', I would appreciate it if you would confine your activities to your quarters, or that room on the seventh floor, and not in the hallways where any student could encounter you. I trust you understand me?”

The two of them nodded quickly, not trusting themselves to speak, and she dismissed them. Once the door closed behind her two chastened professors, and the ward alerted her to the fact that they were heading toward their quarters, the stern expression melted and Minerva started chuckling, shaking her head in amusement. “Just like his parents, they seemed to delight in giving me gray hairs with their escapades!”

Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out the bottle of single-malt and poured herself two fingers full and took a sip. “Here's to you, James and Lily, your boy is doing you proud!”

Standing up, she took her glass with her as she walked into her quarters, dimming the lights as she left and shutting the door behind her, ignoring the soft chuckling from the portraits of the prior Headmasters and Mistresses.

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