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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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Thank you everyone for the reviews! I'm a little unsure where to go with this at the moment, so please feel free to leave some ideas...I can't promise I'll use them, and it may be a while before I write another chapter of this anyway, as there's a few other ideas and pairings I want to play with, but I'd love to hear what you think!
I tried to add a note, but apparently that is one of the many things that AREN'T ALLOWED here, so I hope people see this. More coming soon, as I now have some fresh ideas for where to go with this.
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Pansy sat in the Slytherin common room, watching the chaos of all the returning students. It was sunday night, and tomorrow would be the first day of classes. The first day of Harry, too.
“What are you grinning about?” a voice asked. She looked up to see Daphne Greengrass standing over her.
“Nothing,” she replied. Daphne smirked.
“Really. The same nothing that had you sneaking back in after curfew a couple of days before we left for the holidays?”
“I wasn’t sneaking,” she snapped. “I was just coming back from patrolling the corridors.”
“Really? Funny that, since you weren’t supposed to be patrolling that night,” she teased. At least, Pansy was fairly sure she was teasing. It was sometimes hard to tell with other Slytherins, right up until they slid a knife into your back.
“Fine, have it your way,” Pansy said.
“Going to tell me who you were with?” asked Daphne.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Daphne pouted, but Pansy was absolutely certain that no matter what her friend said about not caring who it was, it would not extend to Potter. She would be more likely to understand her seeing a mudblood Hufflepuff.
As she tucked herself into bed later that night, pulling the covers up to her chin, she thought about Harry. She wasn’t sure they’d be able to see each other tomorrow, but maybe they would. She was looking forward to feeling him inside her again, and seeing the look on his face as he came thanks to her. Smiling at the thought, she went to sleep.
The next day was chaos, three of their professors had decided that the first day back was the perfect time for a surprise test to see how much knowledge they had retained over the holidays. Potions had been awful, as had Defence against the Dark Arts. Snape had put them through a rigorous test of their non-verbal spell casting, and as most of the class were stronger at casting the hexes than the shield, several of them had left with minor injuries. As she had expected, it had not been possible to sneak off with Harry, though he hadn’t seemed to try very hard. She scowled to herself as she remembered seeing him with the mudblood whore and the blood traitor all day. She couldn’t imagine what he saw in either of them. They had shared several glances though, either she would look up to find him looking at her, or vice versa. It had been hard to ignore each other.
Abruptly, she decided to take a bath. It would probably relax her a little, and Merlin knew she needed that.
She was halfway there when there was a cough from one of the side corridors as she passed. She ignored it and kept walking, but it came again, more insistently. She stopped, curious, and walked back, peering around the corner in case it was something that was nothing to do with her.
There he was, lounging against the wall in his robes, grinning a little as she looked at him.
“Looking good Parkinson,” he commented. She flushed. All she had on was a fluffy green dressing gown, and underneath that, which he couldn’t possible see, an extra long shirt that could double as an indecently short dress if she had been so inclined.
“Oh, shut it Potter,” she snapped back, but with a smile at the corner of her mouth. “I happen to be going to the bathroom. I think you’ll find that I’m perfectly well dressed for that.”
“Could I persuade you into a detour?” he asked suggestively.
“Lead the way,” she responded, her body already excited at the prospect. She could feel her nipples hardening a little, and her pussy getting a little damp. He led her down the corridor and into a disused classroom. As soon as she was through the door he waved his wand at it to close it and grabbed her, kissing her firmly. She kissed back, her hands sliding up his body to mimic his. He was already inside her dressing gown and feeling her breasts through the thin material of her shirt.
“I want you,” she panted as they separated, staring deeply into each others eyes. He lifted her up and sat her on one of the wooden desks, kissing her again as she wrapped her legs around him. She fumbled with his belt, unfastening his pants while they kissed, though the grip from her own thighs prevented them from sliding down. She released him, and pushed him back with a palm on his chest, so she could slip out of the dressing gown, and pull the shirt over her head. Tossing both to the side, she sat back down on the smooth wood of the desk, spreading her legs as she did so. “What are you waiting for?” she asked with a sexy tilt of her head.
Without a word, her stepped up to the desk, pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles as he did.
“I’ve missed this,” she muttered as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it a couple of times. He breathed deeply, and she kept hold of him as she scooted her butt right up to the edge of the desk and positioned him at her entrance. “Fuck me,” she whispered, looking right into his eyes. He pushed, sliding his rod through her hand and into her cunt, making them both groan in pleasure. He felt so good inside her! There was a slight twinge as some still overly tight muscles protested a little at the intrusion, but as she got used to him thrusting into her, it vanished, leaving nothing but pleasure.
She lay back on the desk, the cool wood on her back feeling good, and she looked up at his face as he fucked her. Her left hand reached up to grab her breast, and her right slid down past her navel to touch her smooth pussy. They hadn’t been going long, but if their first time had been any indication, he wouldn’t last very long. She wanted to cum too.
Pansy closed her eyes as her finger found her clit and started to rub, the pleasure building so fast and so high that she gasped, her hips jerking upwards off the desk momentarily.
“Pansy,” he muttered, “I’m going to cum soon!” She nodded frantically.
“In me! Do it in me!” He kept thrusting, and she felt her pussy tighten, then burst. She wasn’t sure if she made any sound, but her back arched off the desk and her legs tightened around his waist as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. She felt him slam his hips into her and hold himself steady as his cock spasmed inside her, flooding her pussy with cum.
They stood locked together for a minute, then she disengaged her legs, allowing him to back up a little. His semi-flaccid cock slid out of her with a slurp, and he pulled his pants back up while looking at her naked body. She stood too, feeling a little trickle of cum leak from her vagina and roll down her leg. They stood awkwardly, looking at each other.
He surprised her by leaning down to kiss her. It was still passionate, but less urgent than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Goodnight,” he said uncertainly, glancing at the door.
“Goodnight,” she replied softly, turning to pick up her clothes. She heard the door open and close as she pulled her shirt back over her head, and she fastened her dressing gown around herself as she walked back to the door. Peeking out into the corridor to see if he was still there, she sighed when he was nowhere to be seen.
Heading along to the Prefects bathroom, she opened the door, and was immediately assailed by clouds of steam. Clearly someone else was already in here. Well, she wasn’t going to go back to the dorms now, she wanted her bath. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the water, so maybe they were done and were either about to leave, or had just left.
Pansy tossed her dressing gown aside, and pulled her shirt off, stretching out and enjoying the warm, damp air. She was just about to jump into the water when she heard a moan. Curious, she looked around. She still couldn’t see anyone, but the towels were kept on shelves around a corner, so she padded quietly over there to see if she could give someone a shock. Walking on tiptoes, she peered around the corner and almost gasped. It was Granger! Not only Granger, but the filthy mudblood slut was naked in a pile of towels, her legs spread with her fingers furiously plunging in and out of her cunt. Pansy would have given everything she owned to have a camera right now.
“Fuck me...fuck me..” she was saying over and over again, and Pansy briefly wondered who she was thinking about. Potter? The weasel? The dark haired girl watched as the other brought herself to orgasm, her eyes screwed shut, cries of pleasure tearing from her throat before she relaxed, slumping down into the bed of towels. Pansy watched as Granger brought her hand up to her mouth, sucking the fingers clean that were glistening with pussy juices. The removal of the hand also revealed a hairless slit between Grangers legs. It would be interesting to see what Potter thought of that little tidbit.
She stepped round the corner quietly. “Well, I know which towels not to use,” she said, her arms folded across her chest and a huge smirk on her face. She fought the urge to laugh as the bushy haired girl shrieked, her legs snapping closed as she fought to get to her feet, her limbs getting tangled up in the towels. Finally she stood glaring at the Slytherin girl, her face bright red with embarrassment.
“Parkinson,” she muttered. “I should have known. Only a Slytherin would have so little consideration for a private moment.”
Pansy laughed derisively. “A private moment? Is that what muggles call it? ‘Back in ten minutes mum, I’m just off to have a private moment!’?”
Grangers flush deepened, and she turned her back with a scowl to get her clothes. Pansy laughed again, and turned away, steeping into the steaming water of the Prefects bath. She floated around for a while, enjoying the feel of the water, when finally she saw Granger appear again, clothed and apparently with her embarrassment under control. “Sleep well, mudblood,” she called. “I always find it helps to relax before bed!”
There was no response but the sound of the door opening, and Pansy was just starting to think about washing her hair, when she heard Granger shout “Frigio!”, and then the door slammed shut.
Pansy shrieked as the water suddenly turned icy cold, and she fought to get to the side of the bath and out of the water. The balmy atmosphere in the room had also evaporated, and it felt like a winters day. She hurried to the towels, goose bumps forming all over her body, and her nipples standing out from her tits like pencil tips. Cursing, she dried off quickly before getting back into her shirt and dressing gown. She could always have emptied the bath and refilled it, but she wasn’t in the mood anymore. Stepping out into the corridor was a relief, the air feeling much warmer out here. Cursing Granger as a mudblood, whore, slut, bitch and anything else that came to mind, she made her way back to the Slytherin common room.
Daphne was sitting in bed reading when she opened the door to the dorm, and looked up. “Wow, you look seriously pissed off,” she commented.
“That’s because I am,” snapped Pansy. Then she smirked. “But it might just have been worth it. Listen to this...”
She told Daphne everything that she had seen in the bathroom, while her friend listened with her mouth open.
“I can’t believe the Gryffindor golden girl friggs herself in the bathroom,” she said when Pansy was done. “What a fucking dirty slut. I wonder who she was dreaming about fucking her?” she wondered.
“I wish I knew,” replied Pansy. “Think how much fun we could have with that,” she said wistfully. She brightened up. “Still, this could be pretty fun as it is,” she added.
“Oh, definitely...” said Daphne.
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Pansy and Daphne were sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, having circulated the information about Granger to the rest of the Slytherin girls, waiting for her to show up. Pansy perked up when the golden trio walked in. “There she is,” she hissed. “Hey Granger,” she yelled. “Sleep well?” On cue, the rest of the girls made an orgasmic noise of pleasure, their faces mimicking ‘O’ faces. They dissolved into laughter as the Gryffindor went bright red, shushing the questions from Potter and Weasley.
Pansy and Daphne were still laughing about it as they made their way to Defence against the Dark Arts for their first lesson, sitting as close to the Gryffindor trio as they possibly could. Granger glared at them as they sat down at the table behind the trio, but made no comment, even when Pansy smiled sweetly at her.
While they listened to Snape talk about more advanced non-verbal curses, she began to make low moans. Not enough for Snape to hear her at the front of the class, but certainly enough for Granger to hear. Daphne caught her cue, and joined in. Finally Granger turned around and glared at them, hissing “Can you two not shut up?”. Pansy merely held her eye, before bringing her hand up from under the desk and putting two fingers into her mouth, as if sucking them clean. She winked at the other girl before resting her chin in her hands.
“Miss Granger, if you cannot pay attention in my class, perhaps I need to sit you somewhere else?” Snape’s voice said loudly, making her turn around quickly to face the front of the class again.
“Sorry Professor,” she muttered.
“Since you seem so interested in promoting inter-house conversation, perhaps you should move back to where Miss Parkinson and Miss Greengrass are sitting. Take your books with you. Perhaps then you will at least be able to face the front of the class. Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting my lesson.”
Pansy watched with delight as Granger, her face boiling, picked up her things and moved back to sit with herself and Daphne. She shot a look at both of them that was pure venom before sitting down and resolutely concentrating on the front of the class.
Both Pansy and Daphne had trouble keeping a straight face for the rest of the lesson, as either one of them would, at random times, make a little orgasmic moan, then look sideways to see Granger resolutely ignoring them, but blushing nonetheless to prove that she could hear them. As the bell rang for the end up class, she gathered up her books as fast as she could.
“Nice sharing a few private moments with you, Granger,” said Pansy cheerily as the other girl hurried off back to her friends. She looked at Daphne, who simply dissolved into laughter on the spot. She heard a few comments from the two boys asking what the hell was going on as they hurried out.
“How the hell should I know?” snapped the mudblood. “They’re just being bitchy Slytherins, just like...” the comment trailed off as the trio hurried out of the room, but Pansy was delighted. It was almost a shame they didn’t share any lessons with the Gryffindors for the rest of the day.
Somehow, the rest of the day was more bearable after that first lesson. The memory of the look and embarrassment on Grangers face was like a warm bath. She was walking along the corridor by herself to get to the Great Hall for dinner, when she caught sight of Harry giving her a significant look. Checking to see that no one was watching, she followed him. She reached the corridor he had gone down, and halted in surprise when no one was there. She looked around, puzzled, and spotted a piece of parchment on the floor.
“Same room as before. 11pm.”
She pocketed the note with a smile and turned back to get something to eat.
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At 11pm, Pansy found herself walking to the Room of Requirement, wondering what Harry had in store for her. Well, hopefully she knew exactly what he had in store for her, which was a good fucking. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then opened the door. Inside was a comfortable room, but to her surprise, there was no bed. She smiled at him as he stood waiting for her, and she hurried over, kissing him fiercely. She was taken aback when he spun her around and pushed her against the wall, before breaking the kiss and staring at her with a serious look in his eyes.
“Oooh,” she said with a grin. “Feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?”
“What were you teasing Hermione about today?” he asked, ignoring her question. “She’s really upset about it.” Pansy stared at him in sullen disbelief.
“Are you serious?” she asked. “You want to talk about the fucking mudblood whore?”
He grabbed her by the throat and held her against the wall.
“I’m fucking deadly serious about this Pansy. If you call her that again, you’ll regret it.”
She looked up at him, undaunted this time, though his fingers were tighter than she’d like around her throat.
“Fine, I’ll tell you. The other day I went to take a bath, and I heard someone already in there. Well, who was it but your pal Granger, frigging herself off and begging for someone to fuck her. Probably you or Weasley, but you’re already done better.” she said with a smug expression on her face. Harry’s expression darkened.
“You’re lying.” His fingers tightened a little.
“Why would I lie?” she asked, a little hoarsely from the pressure on her throat. He stared at her a while longer, as if hoping to drag some other answer from her by force of will. Finally he let go, and turned away. “So anyway,” she continued, “That certainly makes her a whore, and mudblood is just a matter of semantics.” She smirked at him. “Well?” she asked. “Is this where I’m going to regre-,”
She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Harry, incensed beyond all reason, had let his temper get the best of him. Pansy saw him turn, and saw the blow coming, but was so totally unprepared for it that she didn’t even try to move out of the way as Harry’s fist connected with her jaw. It didn’t even seem to hurt that much, and she wondered why the room seemed to be falling upwards, until she hit the carpet with a thud.
She tried to push herself to her feet to scream at him and probably, claw his bloody eyes out, but none of her limbs seemed to be working. She saw her own arm waving around listlessly, flapping at the carpet.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” came Harry’s voice, but it sounded distant. She tried again to get to her feet, but only succeeded in getting onto all fours, and then felt a sharp pain as Harry grabbed hold of her hair, and pulled her into the centre of the room. She protested weakly, but Harry ignored her, leaving her in a heap on the floor. She stayed there on all fours as she tried to regain her senses. She watched him walk away, and start to remove his clothes.
“You must be joking,” she said muzzily. “I’m not fucking you now, you bastard.” Harry just smirked at her.
“Who said you had a choice?” he asked. She stared at him in disbelief, and tried to stand up. Her muscles seemed to be working again and almost coordinated, but she still couldn’t get up. Confused, she looked down, and saw that some kind of rope had extruded from the floor, pinning her forearms down, all the way from her wrists to her elbows. Trying her legs, she could feel that they were also tied down from her knees to her ankles. She watched helplessly as Harry stripped naked, then turned around and vanished her clothes.
“Are you seriously going to rape me?” she asked. Her jaw was starting to ache now. Harry just looked at her.
“I told you that you’d regret it.”
He knelt in front of her. “Open wide,” he instructed, pushing his cock against her lips. Her mouth remained firmly closed as she looked up at him defiantly. The palm of his hand connected with her head, making her head rattle. “Open wide,” he repeated. Maybe she had pushed him too far, she thought. Yes, there had been that time before when he’d grabbed her throat, but this was getting serious. He’d struck her twice now. She opened her mouth, wincing as the soreness in her jaw peaked. Without waiting for her to even try to suck him, he simply grabbed the back of her head and thrust his groin forwards. Pansy tried her best to pull away, but he held her head firmly as he pushed into her so far that she gagged. She tried to breathe, but found her airways blocked by cock as Harry fucked her face. After thirty seconds he pulled out, and she gasped for breath, desperately sucking in air, before Harry pushed himself back into her open mouth. She moaned in protest, although Harry simply groaned in pleasure.
“You like this?” he asked. “I can hear you moaning around my cock you little slut.” She tried to shake her head, but his grip was too firm. He thrust rapidly into her mouth, again cutting off her breathing.
She struggled for breath each time he pulled out far enough to allow some air into her lungs, but he would always simply push right back to the point where she gagged. Finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath, strings of saliva dripping from her lips because she had been unable to swallow for several minutes. Her head tried to follow him as he walked around behind her, and she jumped a little as he slapped her on the arse.
“Ready for this?” he asked. She moaned as he slid two fingers into her pussy, and he laughed. “You’re fucking dripping, you dirty cunt. I knew you purebloods were whores. Is there a special summer school you all go to, to learn how to be filthy little sluts for your future stuck up pureblood husbands?” he taunted her as he continued to finger her. “You’ve been loving this, haven’t you?” he asked. She shook her head, and he laughed. “Your body is calling you a liar,” he told her.
Pansy gritted her teeth to try and prevent another moan from escaping her lips. She was incredibly turned on right now. Not from the rough treatment she had received, but at the situation in general. She was literally powerless to stop him doing exactly what he wanted with her, and somewhat to her surprise, she found it incredibly arousing. They had flirted with him having power over her before, but this was just a new level entirely. She felt his fingers leave her body, and moaned, unable to stop herself. He laughed again.
“All you have to do is tell me you love it, and you can have my cock,” he told her. Harry pressed his cock against her pussy lips, rubbing it slowly up and down. He pulled away as she pushed back, trying to force it inside her. “Ah ah,” he said. “Say it first.”
She mumbled it as indistinctly as she could.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear that,” he told her.
“I love it!” she shouted.
“Love what?” he asked as he put his cock to her lips again.
“I love...I love being your whore,” she said quietly, and then cried out as he rammed his cock as far into her cunt as he could.
“There,” he said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He hammered in and out of her body hard, and she felt her tits swinging wildly beneath her as he fucked her harder than he’d ever done before, with no real regard for whether she enjoyed it or not. Abruptly, he slowed right down. “Hmm,” he mused. “I wonder if you’ve done your contraceptive today?”
Pansy went cold. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She would normally do it right before sex, but hadn’t had a chance this time. “I haven’t,” she said urgently. “Please Harry, you have to pull out,” she begged.
“Why do you think that what you want has any meaning to me right now?” he asked.
“I don’t want a baby Harry! I can’t get pregnant!”
Harry simply continued his thrusting, until he moaned, and buried his cock deeply inside her, making little gasping sounds. Pansy stared at the carpet in shock. He’d actually cum in her, and she wasn’t protected. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving her body feeling empty.
“You bastard!” she yelled, suddenly sobbing. “I’m going to get pregnant now!” Harry simply waited for her to expend herself, before speaking up.
“Hmm,” he said, poking her pussy again with his still hard cock. “Looks like I didn’t cum after all. Imagine that.”
“W-what?” she hiccuped, mid sob.
“Of course, this means I need another hole to cum in,” he mused, completely ignoring her. “There’s your mouth, I’ve done that before...and then...” he broke off, and she heard him mutter an unfamiliar spell. She waited with bated breath, relieved at the reprieve of knowing he wasn’t actually going to cum in her. “Hmm,” she heard him say, thoughtfully, before he muttered the orgasm enhancing spell. “Citricum augere.”
“Of course, there’s always...here...” he said, as he placed his cock head between her arse cheeks, making her whole body tense with the unfamiliar sensation of something probing her remaining virgin hole.
“Not there!” she exclaimed. “Please!” She tensed as he pushed, trying hard to keep him out of her arse. He ignored her, and she strained to keep her muscles tensed, but she knew, sooner or later, she would have to relax them. She grimaced with the effort, holding her breath as she tried desperately to keep his cock out of her arse. She could feel herself trembling from the effort and lack of oxygen, until finally, without meaning to, her whole body relaxed, and as she took a breath, Harry Potter’s cock slid into her arse.
Pansy cried out in pain, trying to pull forward to get away from him, but his hands held her hips firmly, and he remained lodged inside her. She took deep breaths as the ring of muscles in her butt burned from being so severely stretched. It actually wasn’t so bad once she got used to it. The initial stretch had been awful, but now...he started to move inside her, and again, it felt odd, nothing like when he was in her pussy, but okay.
She moaned a little, and then clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. “See?” he said to her. “I knew a whore like you would love it. You’re so fucking tight back here.”
He fucked her, and she did her best to keep her moans quiet, but she desperately wished she could rub her clit. She knew it would be an earth shattering orgasm if she could. Suddenly she felt Harrys grip on her hips tighten, and he rammed himself home inside her before exploding. Thanks to the enhanced orgasm spell, she could actually feel his cum squirting inside her rectum. He stayed inside her for a minute, and then slowly pulled out, making her wince as her over stretched sphincter muscles tried to return to normal suddenly. She felt the flood of cum as her anal passage closed up, pushing the thick cream out of her hole and down over her pussy, and down her legs.
Pansy closed her eyes. She desperately wanted to lie down and go to sleep. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been like this, but tied up on all fours was not the most comfortable position to stay in for long. She heard Harry dressing, and opened her eyes. He seemed to be avoiding her gaze. “Harry?” she asked, quietly.
“What?” he said, roughly.
“I’m sorry. I was just being a bitch. To Granger, and to you. It’s how I was raised. I can’t promise I can change it right away, but I’ll try.” He finally met her eyes, and a guilty expression crossed his face as he looked at her, and how he’d treated her. He closed his eyes for a second, and she felt the restraints disappearing. Wincing, she stood up, her muscles screaming at her as they protested having been in one position for so long. She staggered, and almost fell, but then Harry was at her side, holding her up.
“I’m sorry too,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done all of this. You just made me...so mad. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s okay,” she said reassuringly. “I did kind of like some of it, actually.” She managed a small grin. “Oww...” she said immediately, touching her jaw where his punch had connected. “Not all of it though,” she said, looking up at him. He winced.
“Sorry,” he repeated. He sat her down on a seat, and went to a cupboard that she hadn’t noticed before, bringing her out a set of robes. “These should get you back to your dorm without too much trouble. You should get Madam Pomfrey to look at that bruise tomorrow though.”
She nodded. “I will. But yeah, I should probably be going now.” He helped her up, and they walked to the door together. As the room closed behind them, and the door disappeared into the wall, he leaned down as if to kiss her, and then hesitated, not sure she would want to kiss him after the way he’d treated her. She reached up and pulled him gently down towards her, kissing him gently. “A little more vanilla, next time, okay?”
He smiled slightly sheepishly. “Right.”
She smiled back, as much as she could. “Goodnight,” she said, before turning and heading for the dungeons. She walked slowly, trying to ignore the pain that seemed to be coming from every part of her body. Her arse was on fire, and she walked gingerly. Her arms and legs ached still, and the whole left side of her face felt like it was twice its normal size.
Eventually she reached the common room, and opened the door, hoping against hope that no one would be in there still. Luck definitely wasn’t with her tonight though, as Daphne accosted her the instant she was inside.
“Where the hell have you be-” she stopped abruptly as she got a good look at her friend. “What the fuck happened to you?” she said, her voice concerned. Pansy gingerly made her way to one of the soft leather chairs, and sat down, wincing at the pain in her rear. She was so tired.
“It’s okay Daphne,” she reassured her tiredly. “Things just got a little intense with Harry.” She realised that her friend was staring blankly at her, and ran that sentence through her head again. “Oh shit,” she said quietly.
“Harry?” asked Daphne incredulously. “Harry Potter?”
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