Enslaved

The next morning Harry felt rather guilty. He hadn’t in all honesty meant to explode in her face that way, but she hadn’t been quick enough to take him in her mouth. It had probably been the worst thing he could have done, adding insult to her already injured pride, she would most likely hate him now.

Harry mused that he had probably gone one step too far in his plan to humiliate Pansy and had wrecked any chance he had to get her to want him.

Biting his lip distractedly Harry hopped out of the shower, towelling himself off he dressed quickly and descended the stairs to the kitchen where he knew his breakfast would be waiting for him. He could hear Hermione’s voice as he got closer to the partly opened door.

“Get it yourself, Ronald, your not incapable, the jug is only over on the counter.”

“But Hermione…”

“No buts, Ronald. Don’t bring it for him, Pansy, he’s just being lazy, if you weren’t here he would get the juice himself. Oh, and don’t ever let me find out that you’ve been trying to boss Pansy around, Ronald,” Hermione warned sternly.

Harry grinned as he heard Ron muttering to himself and the scraping of chair legs against the floor told him Ron had submitted to Hermione’s authority and gone to get the juice himself.

“Morning.” He greeted everyone as he entered the kitchen. “Got my breakfast ready, Parkinson?”

“Morning mate.” Ron replied.

Hermione gave him a frosty look and bit viciously into her toast. He knew she heartily disapproved of Pansy’s bond to him and she had even ventured to tell him he treated her worse than a house elf. Harry could only imagine the rage that would come from her should she ever find out how he really treated Pansy.

Pansy leant over him and placed a full English breakfast in front of him, quickly Harry raised a sneaky hand and brushed his fingers over her waist. Pansy jumped a little, she glanced down at him with raised eyebrows and Harry nodded approval.

She glowered at him for a few seconds before stomping out of the room.

Harry grinned easily, it was nice to know that some people did in fact follow your every order. He hadn’t been able to locate a knicker line.

*

Harry was bored, Ron and Hermione and left the house hours ago and they weren’t due back for ages yet. He had no idea where Pansy was, he knew she was somewhere in the house, but she had successfully managed to escape from him all morning and he had no clue where to even begin to look for her.

Sighing heavily he threw the book he had been attempting to read on to the floor, there wasn’t a lot to do around the house by yourself and he could now appreciate how Pansy must feel when the three of them disappeared leaving her alone for most of the day.

A noise on the stairs distracted him, “Parkinson? That you?”

“Who do you think it is? The bogey man?” She replied sarcastically as she entered the library. “What are you doing in here?”

“Nothing. I’m bored.” Harry was quick to spot the fright in her eyes that he was going to ask her to repeat the performance of last night. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up stairs. It’s fun.” She added dryly.

Harry grinned, “I’m sure it is. Is your house this big?”

“No, it’s fairly big, but not this size. Malfoy Manor is bigger than this though.” She informed him.

Frowning he eyed her carefully, “Speaking of Malfoy. Can I ask you something? It’s rather personal I suppose, so you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to.”

Pansy was so shocked by his words that she almost dropped the books she was holding and returning to the library. Suspicion was quick to flood her mind at this new, civil attitude he had adopted towards her. She wondered what the hell he was up to now?

“I guess it won’t hurt to ask.” She conceded, placing the books on the table and waving her wand over them so that they could sort themselves.

Harry considered for a few seconds, “Well, I guess I wanted to know what the deal is with Malfoy. From what you told me the other night, nothing has really happened between you, and yet you made the Unbreakable with me to save him. Why?”

The answer to this question had been playing on his mind for a while. He just couldn’t understand her reasoning at all.

Pansy snorted slightly, “Isn’t that just typical of a boy? Do you think sex and sexual experiences with someone is all there is to the relationship? Draco and I have never had sex, as you well know. Draco hasn’t in fact touched me in that way at all, but that doesn’t change how you feel about someone does it? I still love him, and I want him kept safe.”

Harry was at a total loss to explain the sudden fierce burning down in the pit of his stomach, a strong desire to deny what he was hearing coursed through him and he was rather confused by it. What difference did it make to him that Pansy was stupid enough to fall for Malfoy?

Shrugging the annoying feelings away Harry rose from the sofa he was currently sprawled on and crossed the room to the door. He had to pass Pansy to get there. Stopping close to her Harry examined her face for a few minutes.

He saw the suspicion in her eyes, the fright that he was going to make her do something that she didn’t want to do and the nervousness that his body so close to her was producing. Lifting his hand he stroked her cheek gently, “I didn’t mean to do that to you last night, you just weren’t quick enough getting to me and I couldn’t control it.”

Her eyes widened in shock at his soft words of apology, Pansy just stood staring up at him in amazement, this was a whole new Harry and she wasn’t sure what to do with him.

Pressing his lips lightly to her forehead, Harry patted the side of her head before he left the room. He had apologised to her, granted for selfish reasons, because he wanted to fuck her and not because he really meant it, but Harry couldn’t shake the small needling of guilt at how thunder struck she had seemed by his words.