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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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Pansy was seriously panicking. She watched Harry Potter walk away from her, rounding the corner. Had he forgotten that she was frozen in place? What would happen when she was discovered, semi naked and covered in sperm? With a start, she realised she could move. Staggering to her feet, she grabbed her wand and ran to the corner, her muscles screaming at her in protest from being rigid for so long. Oh, she was going to get Potter...a dozen nasty curses flew through her head to throw at him, and she opened her mouth to yell one of them at him, and froze in shock. The corridor was empty. There were no doors leading from it, and there was no way he could have reached the end of it before she got there. Where the fuck had he gone?

Shaking herself, she realised that she was standing in full view of anyone who entered the corridor, tits out and covered in cum. She hurried back to her clothes. "Scourgify." she muttered, pointing her wand at herself. The sticky mess covered her body vanished. Pulling on her clothes as fast as she could, she hurried back to the Slytherin common room.

She was shocked that Potter, of all people would have had the nerve to do what he did. The saintly Gryffindor prince had effectively forced himself on her, and she realised with a bigger shock that she had liked it. Normally, she was the one in charge. She was definitely Queen Bee as far as the Slytherin girls were concerned, any order given from her was obeyed without question. All of the boys knew that crossing her would mean serious trouble for them. Even Draco didn't push his luck too often, although as one of the top Slytherin boys she allowed him a little more leeway. It was always good to cultivate allies, especially when you were a Slytherin.

Potter though...he had taken all that control away from her, and she had liked it. Not knowing what was going to happen next had been a turn on. She pulled off her clothes when she reached her dorm, slipping between the sheets naked. She had slept naked as long as she could remember, despite some sniggering from one of the other girls in her dorm on the first night at Hogwarts. Her mother had warned her that some girls might look down on her for it, but had taught her an unpleasant little jinx that would prevent anyone from saying anything again. When the girl had woken up in the middle of the night to find her underwear eating her buttocks, she had had to try hard to stop herself crying with laughter. Since then, no one had said anything about her sleeping attire.

Pansy remembered the thrill of excitement (and fear) as Potter had taken out his cock. She had truly expected him to go a little further than he had done, and remembered how wet she had gotten as he jerked off in front of her. She slid her hand down to her pussy, teasing her clit as the memory of his hand flying up and down his cock played in her head. She felt her body flush as she remembered the shame she felt as he ejaculated onto her face, quickly followed by a surge from her crotch as she plunged two fingers inside herself. She brought one of her breasts to her mouth so she could lick her nipples; that was one of the advantages of having large breasts. She had always felt they were a little too large, too saggy, but he had said he liked them, hadn't he? She felt her orgasm building as she touched herself, the heel of her hand rubbing her clitoris as she moved two of her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her wet dream changed, he was in her dorm room now, on top of her, thrusting inside her. He was talking to her, telling her he was going to cum inside her. No, she asked...please don't, I'm not protected...I'll get pregnant. He just laughed at her, telling her that was her problem. She bit her lip as she came, trying not to cry out and wake the other girls in the dorm. She knew he was cumming too, spraying cum into her unprotected pussy, but she didn't care, it all felt so good...

Pansy's eyes snapped open. She was panting quietly, her fingers still jammed in her pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles twitch as her orgasm receded. She pulled her hand away, noting how slick her fingers were. "Scourgify," she muttered for the second time that night, cleaning her juices from her hand. OK, she thought...where the fuck had that come from? She didn't want to get pregnant, and certainly not by Potter. Was this her mind just fucking with her? Yes, she told herself...nothing but a harmless fantasy. After all, even Potter would have his limits. Cumming on a girls face was a bit different to knocking her up.

Exhausted, Pansy rolled over and closed her eyes. Still, she thought as she drifted off to sleep...was there going to be a next time with him? What might he do then?

The next couple of days were something of a trial for Pansy. Slytherin and Gryffindor didn't share any classes again until friday, and even though she was trying to catch Harry's eye while they were eating meals in the Great Hall, it wasn't easy across 4 tables, especially when he seemed determined to sit with his back to the Slytherin table. Damnit, she thought on friday morning. Why was this even so important to her? He had practically raped her, fingered her without consent and then humiliated her. Any normal girl would have run to Snape and told him everything, it wasn't as if Snape would have dismissed any complaints about Harry Potter. It was common knowledge that they loathed each other, Snape had even done his best to get Potter expelled a couple of times. Instead, here she was wondering why he wouldn't look at her, and wishing he would.

"Pansy, are you ok?" Pansy started, and looked around at Daphne Greengrass. She had a look that was concern mixed with amusement on her face.
 "Yes, why?" 
"You've been staring into space for the last couple of minutes."
 "Oh, just lost in thought, you know." she smiled. "What do we have first?"

And now the first lesson of the day was over, she had a free period. Daphne had already headed back to the common room, but she had said that she wanted to walk a little. She liked to walk around the corridors sometimes during free periods. There was always a sense of freedom as she walked past classrooms full of students, listening to the teachers lecturing them in stern voices. She stopped suddenly. There he was. Their eyes met, and she broke the contact as she looked around wildly for somewhere private. Maybe they could...do something...there was a door in the corridor that led off to her left, and she knew there were no classes held in there. She looked at him again, he appeared frozen in place, and gestured with her head to follow her. She saw him follow out of the corner of her eye as she turned away, and she walked slowly to the door, giving him time to catch up and see where she had gone. She was a little disappointed when she opened the door. It wasn't even a classroom, more of a broom cupboard. There would be just enough room for both of them to stand up in here without crowding each other. The door opened, and she registered the surprise on his face.

"Cozy little meeting place you picked for us, Parkinson." he remarked dryly, looking around the space as he pulled the door closed behind him. She licked her lips, why was her mouth so dry?
 "I, uh, didn't know what was in here really." she said. He stepped closer, looming over her.
 "So why did you even bring me here?" he asked, stepping forward again, and making her step back, and she almost jumped as she realised she had backed into the shelves. He was so close...why was it so hot in here? She tugged at her collar, feeling her skin flush. 
"Well, uh -" He cut her off by leaning in to kiss her, his lips pressing firmly into her. Yes, she thought, that was the reason.
She felt herself melt as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into him, his tongue probing into her mouth, flicking over her own. His hand squeezed her arse, and she moaned. More, she thought, please more. As if reading her mind, he was quick to grant her wish. Sliding his hand from her butt and into her robes, he placed it on her arse again, with only the thin material of her grey school skirt between his flesh and hers. I wonder what he feels like? She thought, and she slid a hand into his robes. She didn't waste time putting it on his arse though, and he jumped a little as her hand lightly touched his crotch. Harry moaned into her mouth slightly, as she pressed her hand a little more firmly onto him. She could feel his hardness, and a thrill went through her as he moaned again as she rubbed him. She felt his hand leave her butt, and almost protested, until she felt it gathering up the material of her skirt. A tingle went down her spine as she felt his skin directly on hers, his hand touching the skin of her knickerless arse. She held her breath as he slowly moved his hand around, trailing his fingers over her hip, and then down to the hairless slit between her legs. She shuddered a little as he traced her slit with his finger, and deliberately spread her legs a little, to give him better access.

"Oh yes..." she muttered, as his finger found her entrance and slid inside her. His fingers were a lot longer and thicker than her own, and she moaned as he finger fucked her. Without even really thinking about it, her own fingers unzipped his trousers and reached inside, fumbling around until she pulled down his boxer shorts and managed to extricate his cock. Their mouths separated, allowing them to look at each other. She looked up at him, he had an unfathomable expression on his face as she slowly stroked his cock, mimicking how he had done it in front of her. She watched as his eyes closed, and her own eyes fluttered a little as he withdrew his finger, moving to her clit. "Ohhhh Merlin...yes, please yes..." Pansy was doing her best to keep a steady rhythm to her stroking, she wanted it to be good for him too, but the sensations of somebody else touching her there for the first time, at her most private place were almost too much.

He was breathing heavily now, and she looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and seeing him grimace was the only warning she got. She looked down as she felt his cock twitch in her hand, and saw his cum spurting from the tip of his dick. The first couple of spurts hit her robes, and the rest spilled onto her hand which still held him in her grasp. She looked at it curiously, seeing the thick white liquid dribble out of him, and then shuddered as his finger renewed its movement on her clitoris. He had obviously stopped when his own orgasm overcame him, but now he was going to finish the job. She let go of him to reach behind her for support, her legs were trembling as she felt her orgasm build inside her. She wanted to scream aloud, but knew it would cause trouble if she did. She looked up at him, her mouth making an involuntary 'O' of pleasure, and it hit her. Her fingers scrabbled at the shelves behind her for support, her legs were trembling and threatening to give way underneath her. She heard a squeak from her throat, followed by a long drawn out whine. Her hips twitched in time to the pulsing of the muscles in her pussy, growing fainter as her orgasm subsided. She tried to stand, but almost fell sideways into the wall. Harry grabbed her and held her firmly while she recovered.

"I-, I'm ok now," she muttered. How embarrassing, she thought! He made you cum so hard you couldn't stand up!
 "Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded. He let her go, and she stood, shakily, adjusting her robes. She noticed he had already tucked himself back into his trousers. Just get me out of here, she thought. 
"Well, until next time Potter," she remarked, and mustering as much grace and hauteur as she could under the circumstances, she left the cupboard.

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Pansy buried her head in her hands in the Slytherin common room. "Next time"? What had she been thinking to say that? She had retreated to the common room as soon as she left the closet, and had been halfway there before she realised that she still had Harry Potter's sperm on her robes and hand. She had cleaned it up quickly, thankful that she had remembered before running into anyone she knew. And now she sat there, wondering what she was doing. Gryffindor was Slytherins arch nemesis, and Harry Potter was their chief. There was no one that any member of their house hated more. And here she was, sneaking off for snogging and mutual masturbation sessions with him. She felt her crotch flush as she recalled the orgasm he had given her. How could she not want that again?

The next few days were a mix of highly enjoyable and pure torture. She was having the most filthy wet dreams she had ever imagined, and it was rare that she didn't wake up with her pussy dripping wet, and an intense urge to masturbate, that she had to control for the sake of not being discovered. However, it wasn't totally without compensations. Two days after their sojourn in the closet, she had been surprised to see Potter give her a significant look, and a twitch of his head, indicating that she should follow him. She had followed him into a deserted classroom, and in the corner they had brought each other to orgasm again. This had now happened twice more, and Pansy was becoming slightly irritated that while she was sure it was good for him, he always left her weak at the knees and barely able to stand. Three times now, she had walked shakily away from him, longing to get out of his sight so she could sit and recover for a minute.

Well, today she had a plan. It was exactly two weeks since they had their first encounter in the closet. As they were leaving their first lesson, she caught his eye, and he nodded. She led him to where she planned to do everything. She glanced behind once or twice, to make sure he was still following her. The second time he had frowned, as if unsure where she was taking him. She had ignored him, leading him onward. Finally she reached her destination, and paused at the door.

"Moaning Myrtle's bathroom." he said flatly. "Is this a great idea?"
 "Yes. Myrtle knows not to cross me," she replied. "How do you even know about her in the first place?"
 "I've been in here a couple of times with Hermione," he answered.
 "I should have known you'd had the mudblood," snapped Pansy, suddenly irritated at him. Why hadn't she realised before? It was so obvious. Abruptly however, she felt his hand close on her throat and she was slammed against the wall. 
"I warned you before," he hissed, "Not to call her that. There's nothing between us except friendship, but I won't tolerate you slandering her. Understand?" His voice was low and menacing, and Pansy's eyes widened in shock. She managed to nod mutely. He let go. "So...why are we here?"
 Pansy stood still for a second, surprised by how quickly his tone had returned to normal. "You, uh, still want to?" She asked timidly. He nodded, and she took him by the hand and led him to a stall. She pulled him into a kiss, surprised at the immediate passion. She had thought that he might be a little reluctant after she had called his best friend a mudblood, but no. Maybe he got off on being angry? She slapped his hand away as he reached for her skirt.

"Not yet Potter," she admonished him. Her fingers found the button on his trousers, and undid it, followed by the zipper. Unsupported, they fell to the ground, and she squeezed his hardness through the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. He moaned throatily, and she smiled through their kiss. Breaking off, she looked into his eyes and squeezed again. 
"What -?"
 "Ssshhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. She kept eye contact as she dropped to her knees, then pulled his boxers down. Breaking the eye contact, she looked at the hard cock in front of her. Right here, up close, it was a little intimidating, and she wished she hadn't been so bold, but there was nothing for it now. She'd made it obvious what she was about to do. Gingerly, she extended her tongue and licked it, hearing a sharp intake of breath above her. Emboldened slightly, she licked the whole length, from his balls right to the tip, and looked up at him. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hanging open. Taking a deep breath, she took the head of it into her mouth. It had a slightly musky taste, but the most distracting thing was just how large it felt. Her mouth was as wide as she could make it, her jaw was straining to avoid scraping her teeth on him. This was her first time, but she knew enough to know that teeth would not be appreciated. Slowly, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could without gagging, and then drew back so her lips were just parted by the tip.

She loved hearing him moan as she did that, and sped up a little, bobbing her head back and forth on his hard cock. She felt his hands on her head, his fingers in her dark hair. He was taking control again, controlling she speed and depth that she took him to. Again she looked up, his eyes were on her, watching her take his dick into her mouth. For a second, the absurdity of the situation struck her. I'm on my knees in a girls bathroom, sucking Harry Potter's cock, she thought. All to one up him and make him want me as much as I want him. I'm insane. His hands tightened on her head a little, bringing her back to the moment. His breathing was heavy, and as she heard his breath catch, she felt his cock twitch under her tongue. That was all the warning she had before he exploded, cum spraying thickly into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but recovered without having to release him. She felt her mouth fill with his warm, salty liquid, and making sure he was watching her, slowly drew back, closing her mouth and swallowing visibly. She stood up and made to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a slightly weak voice. She turned and looked at him, puzzled. She had intended to just leave, leaving in command for once. "Don't you want me to, uh, return the favour?"

She looked at him. Was he really suggesting what she thought he was? Her mother, during their most recent talk about such activities, had made it plain that wizards did not much care to engage in that kind of activity. She chose her words carefully. "I...didn't think you'd want to," she replied. He just looked at her, his clothes still in disarray.

"Sit." he commanded, pointing at the toilet. She did so slightly nervously, and watched as he positioned himself between her legs, smirking as he flipped up her skirt to reveal her hairless pussy. He pulled her body forward a little to bring her crotch right to the edge of the seat, and teased her by sliding a finger into the wetness of her cunt. "Well well," he said. "Looks like you got a bit turned on by all of this." He was right, she was extremely horny. Her eyes followed his as he leaned forward, and stuck out his tongue, and she closed her eyes right before he made contact with her clit.

"OH!" she exclaimed, and then did it again as he dragged his tongue up her slit, swiping her clit as he reached the top. Her excitement built as he explored her, probing her wet folds with his tongue. "Yes, right there," she moaned as he licked her clit again. He repeated it, and kept lapping at it as she moaned deliriously. The familiar tensing in her crotch came, and she opened her mouth. "I'm going to -" she tried to say, but was interrupted by her own wail of pleasure. Her body stiffened, thrusting her pussy upwards into Harrys mouth, and her arms shot out to her side, trying to steady herself on the walls of the stall as she came. Through it all, Harry kept licking her until she yelled "Stop! Merlin, stop!" He did so, shuffling back a little.

Pansy looked at him, panting a little from the force of the orgasm she had just experienced.

"Happy you stayed?" he asked with a little smirk. 
"Oh shut up," she retorted as caustically as she could. He just stood up, giving her another look at his cock. It seemed to be coming back to attention, but she had no intention of rewarding his smugness with another go around. Flipping her skirt back down, she stood up, although she immediately had to grab at the wall for support. Her legs seemed a little distant and not too certain about whether they really wanted to hold her. Fortunately he was busy pulling up his trousers and sorting out his own clothes, and she edged past him, pulling open the door. She glanced back as she reached the door to the castle, and saw him watching her. Without another word, she left.
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