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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 yawned at the breakfast table. Only three more days to go, and he would be at the Burrow for Christmas. He couldn’t wait, even though it would mean several weeks without Pansy to relieve his raging hormones. Even now, almost a month later, he couldn’t quite believe how well ignoring her had worked. When she had controlled him in the classroom that night, he had sensed a shift in the power in their relationship (was getting each other off even a relationship? Still working on that one), and so he had decided to try playing ‘hard to get’. The result being that she had practically thrown herself at him in the showers. They had continued to sneak off once or twice a week after that, always randomly, to try and avoid anyone noticing a pattern. He was quite sure that she did not want to be caught with The-Boy-who-Lived, anymore than he wanted to be caught with the Slytherin bitch queen.

As he was leaving the Great Hall, he bumped into someone. Blearily, he looked up into Pansy’s face.

“Watch where you’re going Potter!” she snapped at him, before haughtily marching past him. He watched her leave. Her ass was wiggling just perfectly as she walked. He jumped as something in his robe pocket vibrated. What the hell was that? He fished it out, and found a crumpled note. Frowning, he smoothed it out, and saw Pansy’s handwriting.

“Tonight, Room of Requirement, 11pm.”

That was all it said. His frown deepened. How did she even know about the Room, anyway? Abruptly, he remembered a memory he’d rather forget, of being caught in there last year by Umbridge’s Inquisitorial squad. OK, so she knew about the room. Well, only thing to do was to go and see what she wanted. At least these days he could be fairly sure that he would enjoy it. The idea of going to some place alone, to meet Pansy Parkinson, at any other time in his life would have been laughable.

Predictably, the day passed slowly for Harry. Even though Charms was fun, little Professor Flitwick as always simply abandoning any kind of attempt at teaching in favour of enjoying some holiday spirit, it still seemed like an eternity between each bell ringing.

The common room was slow to empty that night as well, a few students seemingly intent on having as much fun at Hogwarts as possible with the holidays in sight, but at last there was just a few stragglers, and Harry felt confident that none of them would challenge him if he decided to slip out.

So it was that Harry found himself in front of the Room of Requirement a few minutes after eleven’o’clock, pulling off the invisbility cloak. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went in.

He stopped abruptly as he caught sight of the room. It had transformed itself into some kind of bedroom. It obviously belonged to a girl, and the room itself obviously belonged in a large house. Pansy was sitting nervously on the bed in her school uniform.

“Are you going to come in?” she asked, a small tremor in her voice. Harry blinked, and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him.

“What’s all this?” he asked, waving his arm expansively at the room in general.

“Oh, just you know...it’s Christmas and everything, I thought it would be nice if tonight could be special.” She looked down at the floor, her eyes avoiding his. “Is it OK?” she asked in a small voice.

He walked towards her, sat on the bed next to her. “Of course it is,” he said. “I just wasn’t expecting it. To be honest, I’m not sure what I was expecting. What did you ask the Room for?”

“I wasn’t very specific. I asked for something comfortable and familiar, and this is what it gave me.” She looked up at him. Harry leaned in and kissed her. Her lips felt warm against his, and their tongues tangled as their hands found each others bodies, slipping inside jumpers, pulling shirts out and touching warm skin.

Before long they were lying on the bed, making out heavily, when Pansy broke the kiss. “Take your clothes off,” she said simply. Harry looked at her, and then did as he was told, pulling his jumper over his head, and trying to concentrate on removing his own clothes, while simultaneously trying to watch Pansy remove hers. As soon as she was naked, Harry kissed her again, running his hand down her body, making her shudder and moan a little. Her hand found his cock, and he moaned into her mouth as she stroked him, God he was so horny! He pulled back a little, he didn’t want to blow off all over her hand, and he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. Sucking on her nipples, his right hand found her pussy, and he slid a finger inside her. She was so wet already! Her legs parted, and he added a second finger, making her moan gently and arch her hips upwards.

“Patience,” he admonished, trailing kisses down her body until he was between her legs, staring at the hairless slit right above her entrance. He planted a kiss right on it.

“Oh Merlin yes,” she hissed. He grinned, and gave her a long lick, his tongue flashing into her pussy just a little before swiping her clitoris. “Oh!” she yelped, her hips twitching upwards to his mouth, and he dived back down on her. His tongue flashed over her pussy, flicking the little nub that gave her so much pleasure. His eyes looked up to see her back arched, pushing her tits up into the air, and her hands clenched tightly around the bed posts. “Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES! Fuck yes!” she screamed, and Harry felt her whole body stiffen as he licked her pussy, listening as she gasped out her orgasm. Finally he drew back, his face slick with her juices, and sat on his heels, looking at her. She opened her eyes and looked back at him.

“Fuck me, Harry,” she said quietly.

Harry felt his jaw drop a little, and suddenly it all clicked into place. The nervousness, the bedroom...”Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded.

“Yes. I want you inside me.”

Harry looked at the girl in front of him, wiping his face as clean as he could manage with his arm, and then lay down between her legs, propping himself up on his elbows to stop from crushing her. He looked into her eyes, just inches from his.

“Be gentle, ok?” she asked. “It’s my first time.” Harry laughed a little shakily. He felt a little more nervous than he thought he would.

“Me too,” he replied with a smile. “So umm, how...” he began, and felt her reach between their bodies, to take hold of his penis. He felt her position it, until he could tell he was right at her entrance. Still looking at her, she nodded, and he pushed. Her response was instantaneous, a small yelp of pain and a wince, making him stop.

“Keep going,” she muttered, her eyes on his. He pulled out slightly, and then pushed again, this time going a little deeper. The feeling was unbelievable, she was so tight! Holy shit, this was like blowjobs times a million! Her eyes closed, and Harry repeated the process a couple more times, pulling out slightly and then pushing forward, until he seemed to be completely sheathed inside her.

The feeling was indescribable; not just the tightness around his cock, but the warmth, the wetness of her pussy, it was possibly the best feeling he had ever had. He saw her open her eyes, and he pulled out a little way, before sliding back in as gently as he could. He saw her bite her lower lip, she was obviously still in pain. Again he pulled out, pushed back inside her, noted the catch in her breath when he pushed into her. Again. Again. Oh shit. No, no no no no no! His whole body stiffened as he felt his cock stiffen even more inside her, and then he was cumming, filling her pussy with his sperm, his whole dick seemingly pulsing as he squirted thick white cum into her belly. She held his eyes as he came inside her, his mouth open in an unbelievable O of pleasure, and then he collapsed onto her, his head buried in her neck and her dark hair.

Shit, he thought as he recovered. That can’t have been more than thirty seconds total. If you didn’t count the time spent actually getting properly inside her, probably less than ten. He was never going to live this down, he knew it.

“Hey,” he heard her say softly. “You OK down there?” She was stroking his back. Maybe she wasn’t totally disgusted with his performance.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, pulling his head out of her hair.

“For what?” she asked, tilting his chin so their eyes met. He looked at her in surprise.

“For being rubbish. I mean what, ten seconds? Max?” She giggled a little.

“Oh that. That’s OK. I kind of expected it to be honest. You know, teenage boys and everything. We can try again if you want to?” She looked at him, their eyes locked.

“Can we do that?” he asked. She giggled again.

“Pretty sure we can do whatever we want,” she replied. “Especially since, I don’t know if you noticed but...you, er, never actually went down.” He blinked. She was right, he was still hard inside her. Still holding her eyes, he pulled out slightly and thrust back into her. He noticed the wince. “Slowly,” she said. “It’s still a little sore.” He nodded, and settled into a slow rhythm, gently thrusting into the girl beneath him as they kissed.

He still couldn’t believe the feeling of her pussy around him, he would quite like this to go on forever in fact. He felt her legs wrap around his, her calves pressing into the back of his knees as she moaned into his mouth. He actually felt his orgasm building this time, the pressure on his cock bringing him back to release. He was pleased to have lasted several minutes this time around, and broke the kiss.

“I’m going to cum Pansy,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Inside me, cum in me.”

He held her gaze as he felt himself tense again, as for the second time that night he spilled his seed into her body, his orgasm more intense than any he had felt before tonight.

Slowly he pulled out of her, and she winced again as he left her. He looked down to see bloody streaks on his cock, and looked at her questioningly.

“It’s normal,” she reassured him. He shrugged, and lay beside her.

“Is this your bedroom?” he asked, as he pulled her close to him. She nodded.

“Yes. I didn’t specifically ask for it, but the Room must really know what it’s doing. This is exactly how it looks whenever I go home for the holidays.” She shifted. “Urgh,” she said, sitting up.

“What?” he asked, shifting onto his elbow.

“Take a look,” she replied, gesturing between her legs. Puzzled, Harry sat up and looked. His cum was leaking from her pussy and pooling on the bed between her legs. Harry found the sight strangely sexy, although the red streaks of blood weren’t exactly a turn on. “Well, that’s that moment ruined,” chuckled Pansy. “We should get dressed. It’s late.”

Harry nodded, and started gathering his clothes, watching Pansy do the same. When they were dressed, Pansy picked up a package from the bedside table.

“This is for you. For Christmas,” she told him, handing it to him. He took it reluctantly.

“I, uh, didn’t get you-”

“It’s ok, this wasn’t something I bought,” she interrupted him. “I just thought it might help you make it through the holidays. He weighed the package speculatively in his hand.

“It’s a book?” he ventured, taking in the shape and weight. She smiled.

“Kind of. But not the sort of book you want just anyone reading. There’s a special phrase to open it.”

“OK. What’s the phrase?” She smiled again, and leaned close, to whisper in his ear.

“You need to say to it, ‘I fucked Pansy Parkinson’, and it will open.” She leaned away, a twinkle in her eye. “Got it?”

He grinned. “Yeah, I think I can remember that. Shall we?” he asked, waving his arm towards the door.

They left the Room of Requirement, and Harry was surprised when Pansy stood on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss before they separated. He watched her go, before turning to head back to Gryffindor tower.

There were no more chances for Harry to get together with Pansy before the end of term, but the promise of this special book, and whatever was in it, sustained him. He was still a little surprised about how their relationship was developing. He had originally meant to simply take advantage of her, feeling that she deserved it because she was a Slytherin. That she would reciprocate his advances, especially given how he had made the first one, had been a barely considered thought, even despite the Slytherin boys assertions that she fancied him.

He was on the train now with Ron and Ginny, heading back for Christmas at the Burrow. He couldn’t wait, this would be his first proper Christmas away from Hogwarts. Even last year at Grimmauld place didn’t really count, having been spent under the shadow of the attack on Mr Weasley, that he had suspected involved himself for a while.

“All right over there Harry?” Harry started out of his reverie.

“Huh?” Ron chuckled.

“You were miles away mate. Thinking about anything good?”

“Maybe,” he retorted. He had in fact been thinking about Pansy, and what would be in the book. Ron raised his eyebrows.

“Well?” he prompted.

“Well what?”

“What were you thinking about?” Ron exclaimed, exasperated.

“Might not be any of your business, mightn’t it?” Harry said, somewhat grumpily.

“Oh yeah? Might be the same reason you pull the curtains closed around your bed some nights too, eh?” shot back Ron, with a suggestive look on his face.

“Ron!” said Ginny loudly. “I’m sure Harry wasn’t thinking about anything like that.”

“Yeah, sure Ginny. He’s a prince, really. Doesn’t ever have any dirty thoughts.”

Harry rolled his eyes, and then did it again when Ron grabbed his cheek and pulled it back and forth vigorously, making a sound like a guy masturbating.

“Ron, you’re disgusting,” said Ginny, before leaving the compartment.

“What’d I say?” said Ron, looking at Ginny’s disappearing back.

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Harry looked around the room. It had been Fred and Georges, and it was still filled with merchandise from their shop in Diagon Alley. The clock on the wall showed that it was after midnight, so it was probably safe. He rummaged in his trunk, and pulled out the package from Pansy. Quietly, he unwrapped it, only to find a second layer of brown paper underneath. Puzzled, he was about to start unwrapping that too, when some writing appeared on the front.

“Couldn’t wait till Christmas, Potter? You need to learn patience. I promise it will be worth it.”

He chuckled a little to himself. She’d spelled it with her own handwriting. He couldn’t help noticing how flowery and well, girly her handwriting was. He put the package back in his trunk, and got into bed.

The next couple of days passed quickly, Harry had forgotten how much fun it was to be at the Burrow with Ron and Ginny, and made the most of the festive atmosphere. They had been out that evening playing quidditch, with Harry and Ginny testing Ron’s keeper skills, only coming in when the gloom had made playing quite impossible. The boys had flopped down, and Ginny had announced she was going to take a bath.

“Think I’m going to go and have a lie down mate,” Harry spoke up, looking over at Ron. Ron seemed to be nodding off on the couch himself, but spoke up in a tired voice.

“No worries mate, I’m just gonna lie here a bit,” he replied.

Harry headed up the stairs, and was on the staircase heading up to his room when he heard a door creak, and saw some light spill out on the landing below. He lowered his head to see a little better, and saw Ginny peer out from the bathroom door. Apparently satisfied that there was no one there, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and headed to her bedroom which was on the same floor. Harry watched her, acutely aware of how sexy she looked with her hair still damp, and her slim, toned legs visible from almost the top of her thighs on down.

She slipped into her room, dropping the towel as she did so. Harry felt a lurch in his crotch as he saw her white, naked arse disappear into the bedroom, the towel falling to the floor at her feet. She kicked the door closed behind her, and Harry made to head up the stairs, maybe to relieve some stress, which he realised he hadn’t done since he’d gotten here.

Just as he turned to go up the stairs, he noticed the door fall open an inch or so. Ginny hadn’t closed it properly, and the latch had pushed it open a little. He held his breath, waiting for Ginny to come back and close it, but she didn’t appear. As quietly as he could, he slipped back down the stairs, and inched over to Ginny’s door. Holding his breath, he peeked through the gap between door and doorframe. Ginny was naked on her bed, her legs open with her fingers probing the folds of her snatch. “Ohh yyyyeesssss,” she moaned as she drove two fingers into her pussy, “Fuck me...fuck me hard!”

Harry had seen everything he could take. He scurried off as fast as he could, trying to think of some way to distract himself. He couldn’t possibly face Ron right now, not since he’d just seen his little sister getting herself off. He headed up to his room, and flung himself on the bed, his eyes casting around for a distraction. The wrapped package that Pansy had given him caught his eye, and he swung his legs off the bed to sit up and grab it. “Sorry Pansy,” he muttered to himself, “But I need something else in my head right now.”

He tore the paper off, revealing a slim book bound in dark green leather. He tugged at the clasp, which didn’t budge. Wasn’t there something...? Oh yes. He brought the book to his mouth, and whispered “I fucked Pansy Parkinson.”

The clasp shimmered for a second, and Harry pulled at it, this time it pulled free easily. There was no note or anything, but the first page was a picture of Pansy in her school uniform, smirking at him slightly with her hands on her hips. A photo album? No wonder she hadn’t made a big deal about it. Still, looking at her meant that he might be able to get the guilty image of Ginny out of his head. He turned the page.

This photo showed her sitting on her bed, pulling on a new pair of shoes, having apparently discarded the regular school ones, along with her socks, showing off her slim, toned legs. He turned the page again.

He smirked a little as he saw that the shoes she’d changed to were a fair bit higher in the heel, and the expression on her face was flirtatiously challenging. As he looked at it, he saw her eyebrows rise as if to say “Are you ready for this?”. He admired her legs a little more, before turning the page again.

She was still looking at him, or at least the camera, he corrected himself, only she’d rid herself of her jumper, and was slowly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the creamy skin beneath, her wonderful breasts encased in a lacy black bra. He turned the page again.

She had her back to him. As he watched, the shirt slid down her arms to the floor, and she reached behind herself to unsnap the clasp on her bra. She didn’t pull it off though, but looked over her shoulder at him, a devilish look in her eye. Harry suddenly realised that he was breathing heavily, and that his dick was hard enough to bend horseshoes round. Fumbling with his jeans, he unfastened them and pushed them down to his ankles, his boxer shorts with them. He looked back to see Pansy blowing him a kiss over her shoulder.

He grabbed his cock as he turned the page over, stroking himself as he watched Pansy slide her bra down her arms, slowly revealing her tits to him. He remembered the feel of them as his hand moved up and down on his shaft, and he watched as the dark haired girl pinched her nipples, clad now only in her shoes, skirt, and green and silver tie. He turned the page again.

She was standing, with a demure expression on her face, biting her lip as if to pretend innocence, like she wasn’t sure she should be doing this. Her hand was sliding up her leg, pulling her skirt with it. Just as Harry was sure he was going to see her pussy, her hand disappeared under the material and her mouth opened wide in pleasure. He groaned in frustration, and flipped the page over quickly.

She was bent over on all fours on her bed, her skirt flipped up exposing everything, but she was reaching around behind herself, so her arm and hand blocked everything from his view. She was obviously playing with herself, the expression on her face made that clear, but he could see very little. Feeling his own orgasm coming soon, he whipped the page over.

She had shed her skirt at last, and was lying on her bed, propped up by pillows with her legs spread, and he hands at her side. She looked a little out of breath. Her naked, hairless slit was shiny with her own juices. He watched her chest go up and down as she breathed, and turned to the next photo.

She was furiously rubbing her clit with her right hand, her left was playing with the nipple of her left breast, as she bit her lip again, not to pretend innocence this time, but in concentration. He was so close! Frantically he turned the page, to see almost the same image, but this time after a couple of seconds he saw her whole body jerk, and her mouth opened in an O of pleasure. It was all he could take. The first jet of sperm shot clear over the book, spattering on the trunk at the foot of his bed. The second followed it, falling a little shorter. He remembered the book just in time to stop it getting a line of spunk sprayed across it, pushing it to one side as his orgasm kept pushing thick white fluid out of his cock.

He slumped back onto the bed when his cock finally stopped twitching, looking at photo Pansy to see her with a post orgasmic glow on her face, her expression saying “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,”. Oh, I did, he thought. He closed the book, making sure to put the clasp back in case anyone else discovered it, before noticing the mess he’d made. His bedclothes were covered in cum. Considering he hadn’t used the sperm increasing spell, he was amazed. Sighing a little, he pulled his pants back up before grabbing a cloth to try and sponge it up.
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