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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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Thanks everyone for your reviews! They have inspired me to keep going with this story. I really have no plan for it, so updates may continue to be sporadic as ideas strike me and demand to be written, but I hope you enjoy this latest chapter.
In case anyone is wondering too, I had Sophie Turner from Game of Thrones in my head when I pictured Daphne Greengrass.
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Harry was toying with one of the pieces from his chess set while he was supposed to be doing his homework.
“What’s up with you Harry?” asked Hermione from across the table. He looked up at her.
“Nothing,” he lied.
“Right,” she answered, totally unconvinced. “Is it a girl?” she pressed him in businesslike tones. He looked at her sharply.
“Why would I be upset about a girl?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” she retorted. He sighed.
“It’s nothing Hermione. Just my life being its wonderful mixed up self.”
Hermione looked at him for a couple of seconds before accepting his answer and going back to her homework. Harry continued to think on his most recent encounter with Pansy. He really hadn’t meant to lose his temper quite that spectacularly, but the girl across the table from him had quite literally saved his life in the past, and he’d be damned if he’d hear her talked about like that. He thought back to Pansy’s assertion that she’d walked in on Hermione masturbating in the prefects bathroom, begging to be fucked. His cock stirred as he pictured it, before he came down hard on that thought. ‘No!’ he thought to himself. ‘She’s one of your best friends, you will not think of her as some sex toy!’. Distractedly, he replaced that image with one of Pansy on all fours in front of him, his cock in her arse. That really had been quite incredible. He wondered if he could get her to do it again. Smoothly, that image morphed into a slimmer body topped with bushy brown hair. Abruptly he stood up, plonking the chess piece onto the table.
“I’m going for a walk,” he announced, making Hermione look up at him curiously.
“Well, don’t be too long,” she told him. “There’s not that long till curfew.”
He waved an acknowledgement of this before heading out of the common room and along to the library. It was probably too much to hope that Pansy would be there and they could sneak off for a quick shag, but looking wouldn’t hurt.
On reaching the library his suspicions were confirmed, she was nowhere to be seen. He was still disappointed, especially when he turned down aisle of books and found himself face to face with Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. He tried to peer around them to see if Pansy was merely further along.
“What do you want Potter?” sneered Tracey Davis.
“None of you business,” he replied automatically. He looked at Daphne Greengrass to see if she was about to make a cutting remark of her own, but all he received was a look of disdain and superiority that set his teeth on edge. Without another word he turned and left. He made a cursory search of the rest of the library, but chances were high that if Pansy wasn’t with the other Slytherin girls, then she wasn’t there at all.
He was mooching along the corridors in a random and slightly hopeless search for his - what even was she? Girlfriend? Friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? - when he heard his name called.
“Potter!” came the shout. He turned, and found Daphne Greengrass bearing down on him, wand out. As quick as lightning his hand was in his robes reaching for his own wand, but not fast enough. “Expelliarmus!” she shouted, and his wand flew out of his hand and into hers. “Not so fast Golden Boy. I want a word with you. About our mutual friend.”
The colour drained from Harry’s face. Had Pansy told someone? Obviously not Snape, or he’d have been kicked out of the school faster than you could say ‘what a greasy git’, but still, this was not ideal, not at all.
“Where?” he asked as calmly as he could.
“There’s a disused classroom further along here,” she said. “Keep walking.”
Harry did as he was told, following her directions to what was practically a disused part of the castle, never mind just a classroom. She locked the door behind them as they found her destination, and Harry took up a position in the middle of the classroom.
“Well, what did you want to talk about?” he asked with forced calmness.
“Take of your clothes,” she said in response.
“What? You can’t be serious,” he said. “I don’t need to take my clothes off to talk!”
“But technically you don’t need to be wearing them to talk either,” she smiled thinly. “And I’m the one pointing a wand at you, so unless you want them vanished from your body, I’d take them off if I were you.” Harry looked at her disbelievingly, until a threatening movement with her wand convinced him that she was entirely serious.
“All right, all right,” he muttered, and he started pulling off his clothes. He couldn’t quite believe this was happening. In any other circumstances he might see a win in this situation, after all, Daphne Greengrass was probably the most beautiful girl in the whole school, if you could get past the cool aloofness that she seemed to hold almost everyone in. Tall, slim, long auburn hair and pale skin, she was stunning. He winced as he pulled his shoes and socks off and put his feet onto the cold stone floor, hesitating over his boxer shorts.
“Everything Potter,” came the cold command. Cursing mentally he did as he was told, pushing his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them, waiting for some insult. When none came, he looked at his captor. Surprisingly, she wasn’t even looking at his crotch, but had walked a few steps forward and was looking directly into his eyes. Green eyes met cold blue ones. Without his shoes on, and with a small heel to her shoes, Harry noticed that she was actually slightly taller than him. She smirked, and backed away again. A wave of her wand cleared several of the desks away, leaving one in the middle of the classroom.
“Bend over it,” came the command.
“For fucks sake Greengrass,” he muttered. “What are you going to do, spank me?” She snorted with laughter.
“In your dreams Potter. No, I have something much more fun planned. Well, for me anyway.” Another flick of her wand, and there was a blindfold over his eyes.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed.
“Quiet down,” she told him sharply. “I’ll take it off in a minute. I definitely want you to see what’s coming. This is just so I don’t spoil the surprise.”
Harry fell silent, trying to hear what was going on, but beyond a few rustles of cloth, he had no idea what was happened. Before too long, the blindfold disappeared, but everything seemed as before.
“Well that’s unexpected,” he said sarcastically. “Nothing’s changed.” She smirked again.
“Nothing you can see, anyway,” she retorted. Another wand flick, and his arms were tied in place to the desk he was bending over. He tried to pull away, as much in surprise as anything, but was distracted from his escape attempts by the red haired girl pulling her jumper over her head.
“What…?” he began, but didn’t even bother finishing the sentence as the girl turned away. Her hands moved slowly down the front of her blouse, and when she turned around to face him again her blouse was open, revealing a silvery bra. He watched as the blouse was slowly pushed back over her shoulders and down onto the floor. Again her hands reached up, this time behind her to unclasp the bra. Again her shoulders moved, this time shrugging forwards to deposit the small lacy item onto the floor. Harry stared as the girl in front of him placed her hands on her hips, daring him to say something. Her breasts were much smaller than Pansy’s, but perfectly shaped all the same. Small pink nipples topped them, and he imagined teasing them with his mouth. Apparently satisfied that he wasn’t going to say anything after all, she continued with her skirt, again depositing it on the floor, now leaving her dressed in nothing but shoes, knee high socks and a pair of silvery knickers that somehow looked…odd. Oddly shaped. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband and pushed them down, revealing - his eyes widened - a cock. An actual flesh and blood cock.
“You should see your face!” she laughed. “It’s good isn’t it?” She waited for an answer, but Harry found himself lost for words. “Wizarding sex toy,” she explained. “Lets me have sex like a man, and yes, it does feel exactly like it does for a boy. People have done research with polyjuice potion to find out.” She moved closer, giving Harry a closer look at the dong between the slender girls legs. “And you,” she continued, “Are going to have sex exactly like you made Pansy have it the other night.”
His head snapped up, straining his neck to look into her eyes. “She told you about us?” he demanded.
“Well really she let it slip,” she admitted. “You shouldn’t have been so hard on her, and she might never have mentioned it.” She took the cock into her hand and stroked it a couple of times, and Harry noticed it growing.
“You can’t put that in me,” he said. “What if someone catches us, for one?” he demanded.
“Then,” she said sweetly, “I will explain that we have been secretly seeing each other for some time, and that being fucked up the arse is a major turn on of yours. Of course, I’m not so into it myself, but as a good and loyal girlfriend, I do like to please you however I can.” She lowered herself onto her haunches to look directly into his face. There was no mercy in those cold blue eyes. “Either way, you will learn firsthand exactly what you put my friend through the other night.” She stood back up, presenting the cock to him. “Now be a good boy and suck it,” she said.
“Not a chance,” he said firmly.
“Oh,” she said in a disappointed tone. “Okay. I’d have thought you’d want to lube it up a little before I go back there, but if that’s what you want…” she trailed off, moving away from him and walking around behind him.
“No!” he said quickly. “I mean, okay, I’ll do it.” Daphne appeared back in front of him, cock pointing at his face.
“I’m so glad,” she said. “Go on then Potter, be a good little cocksucker.”
Harry steeled himself mentally and opened his mouth for Daphne to guide her temporary shaft in. It felt huge, he almost felt his jaw lock as Daphne fed it into his mouth, thankfully stopping before it hit his gag reflex.
“Ooh, this is nice Potter. I can see why they’re so popular with all the boys. I’ll have to come to you for tips when I decide to give in and give one.” Slowly she started to fuck his face, and Harry just tried to stay as still as possible, not even knowing how to feel. On the one hand he was fuming, he was basically being raped, but he was also embarrassed to have a penis in his mouth, real or not. It was also difficult to breathe around, his eyes were watering and he had to try and grab a breath of air whenever she pulled out far enough to let him suck in a lungful of oxygen. Finally she pulled out, leaving him gasping over the desk, eyes watering and drool running down his chin from being unable to swallow.
“Enjoy that?” she asked happily. He looked at her.
“Of course I didn’t fucking enjoy it,” he muttered.
“That’s okay,” she told him. “I hear boys actually do love the next bit, if they can get over the idea that they shouldn’t be turned on by it. Let’s see how open minded you are, shall we?” Harry felt fingers probing his bum hole and pulling his cheeks apart, before something damp and bulbous was placed at his rear, and then pressure. He winced at the burning sensation as Daphne tried to force herself inside him, finally making him cry out in pain. The pressure was released, and Daphne pulled away.
“Hmm. Maybe I need proper lube after all. Glissando! Sorry Potter, looks like you gave your first blowjob for nothing.” Pressure on his arse again, this time with the cool feeling of copious amounts of lubrication, but still with the burning feeling as he was stretched. He grimaced, and then yelped in pain and shock as his sphincter gave up its resistance and suddenly he felt very full. “Merlin Potter, this is amazing!” cooed Daphne from behind him. “And that’s less than half of it, by the way. You’re going to get a lot fuller.” He could only grimace as the girl behind him worked her magical dildo further into him, pulling out slightly, then thrusting forward again. It wasn’t long before he felt her skin against his, and she rested against him. “There we go, all the way in,” she told him. “How does it feel?”
“Uncomfortable,” he said in a strained voice.
“Really?” she asked. “Part of you seems to like it.” She reached down in front of him and grabbed his dick, which to his amazement was hard. He hadn’t even noticed. He refrained from commenting, and so Daphne started to fuck him slowly, her hands on his hips. He groaned at the stimulation, as something inside him was responding. It hurt, but there was inexplicable pleasure. Daphne kept a measured pace, and Harry felt his erection swaying beneath him. He couldn’t believe he was actually turned on by this. Okay, he would have preferred to be in the situation consensually, and given half a chance he was going to curse Greengrass to hell and back, but he couldn’t stop his teenage body responding. She kept hitting something inside him that felt good, and incredibly he felt a familiar feeling creeping up his cock.
“Stop,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Stop,” he repeated a little more strongly. “I feel like I’m going to- Unngh, Merlin!” he groaned as his body gave in and ropes of sticky white cum shot from his cock. It felt twice as intense as normal, the pressure inside his arse doing something to him that he couldn’t explain. As if in answer to his orgasm, the girl behind started thrusting harder, making him moan again before she buried herself firmly in his back passage and shot thick white fluid of her own into his bowels. She moaned as well, and Harry felt his legs trembling from the effort of staying on his feet. Finally she pulled out, and Harry winced in pain again as his stretched anus tried to return to its normal size. A flood of sticky fluid ran out of him and down his thighs. He tried to get his breathing back to normal as the girl walked around in front of him again.
“You’ve been a very good boy Potter, and you deserve a reward.” With her wand, the red head tapped her fake penis, and as Harry watched it turned to just a fleshy rubber colour before peeling away from her skin. “Scourgify,” she said as she grasped it, pulling it away from her body. Deliberately she stood in front of him, showing him the final piece of her body that he hadn’t already seen. “Like what you see?” she challenged. He did. Very much. Like Pansy, she was completely hairless, her pink lips making it clear she was still very turned on. However, he wasn’t going to admit that right now.
“I’ve seen better,” he said in a bored voice. Daphne just smiled though.
“I’m sure. Well, should you decide that one girl isn’t enough, and Pansy is willing to share, you know where to find me.” She pulled her clothes back on, stowing the sex toy in her bag. She flicked her wand at him and Harry winced, but nothing seemed to happen. “The ropes will come off in five minutes now, just in case you had dreams of following me and doing something…unpleasant, to me.” She waggled her fingers at him. “Bye now!” she giggled, opening the door and walking out, and leaving it open. He wanted to shout at her to close the door, but had second thoughts before a sound had left his throat. If someone else was close by and heard…well, that just wouldn’t do at all. He’d just have to wait it out, and pray no one felt like exploring this area of the castle.
He made it back to Gryffindor tower without incident, not counting the soreness in his rear end that made walking a little uncomfortable. He made his excuses to Ron and Hermione in the common room and continued to his dorm, wanting nothing more than to lie down, preferably on his belly. He pulled the curtains around his bed closed and flopped down. Had Pansy known what Daphne was going to do? Or was this something the girl had done on her own? He wanted to be mad at her, but cold reason told him that he had been considerably harder on her and that he probably deserved worse than he’d gotten. Not that he didn’t want to exact a little punishment on Greengrass anyway, but Pansy probably didn’t deserve any harsh treatment. He sighed. He really felt like he was being overly reasonable and grown up about this, but Pansy’s reaction to his own mistreatment of her had left him ashamed that he would stoop so low. He would not punish her because he got his comeuppance.
When he woke the next morning he was very glad that it was the weekend, but also that they didn’t have any Quidditch practice scheduled. He was definitely a little sore. He’d have to ask Hermione for any charms for aching muscles and see if that helped at all. He looked at his watch and realised he’d missed breakfast. Sighing, he managed to pull himself out of bed and drag some clothes on, intending to go and lie in the prefects bath for a while. It was the one perk that came with the extra responsibility of being Quidditch captain, so he might as well take advantage of it.
Before long he was floating full length in what Hogwarts laughingly called a bathtub, but most people would consider a pool. He’d only been in there 10 minutes when he heard the door creak open. He reached for his wand which he’d left on the side of the tub, just in case, but relaxed when he heard a familiar voice.
“Hello? Is someone in here?”
“It’s me Pansy,” he replied. He heard the door shut, and footsteps.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said with a happy smirk on her face as she came into view. “Want some company?” He waved a hand languidly.
“Be my guest.” He watched her as she disrobed and slipped into the water. He watched her carefully as she made her way towards him before he dropped his bombshell. “So I got a visit from your friend Daphne yesterday.”
She stopped dead, colour draining from her already pale face. “Oh no,” she breathed. “What happened?” she asked urgently.
“She introduced me to wizarding sex toys,” he said, looking for any reaction that Pansy had known about it. She still looked blank.
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t know about it?” he asked. She shook her head vigourously.
“I had no idea. I’m sorry Harry, I accidentally let it slip who had been a little…rough…with me that one night, and then it just came pouring out when she questioned me. I told her everything.”
Harry sighed. “Well, at least she didn’t go to Snape I suppose. It’s okay Pansy, I’m not mad.”
The girl drifted closer. “What did she do?” she asked.
“No more than I did to you,” he responded somewhat wryly. She looked puzzled. “She fucked me up the arse with a magical dildo,” he said bluntly. She gasped, looking outraged.
“That slut! How dare she fuck around with you! You’re mine!” Her outrage cheered him slightly, and he pulled her into an embrace.
“It’s okay, I deserved it to be honest. But we can still get her back if you like,” he told her with a mischievous look.
“You can bet your last bloody knut we’re going to get her back for this! If there’s a punishment to be given, I’m the one who gets to bloody give it!” She drew breath to continue on but was interrupted by Harry’s mouth on hers.
“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he said as they pulled away. Her lips quirked into a smile.
“That’s a shame, because I can’t stay angry when you do stuff like that.”
“That’s ok, you’re cute the rest of the time too.” She smiled, and he kissed her again, his hands cupping her butt cheeks as she wrapped her legs around him in the water.
They both looked round as the door opened, and with extreme presence of mind, Pansy pushed Harry down under the water and out of sight, grabbing his wand from the side of the tub to cast the bubble head charm on him as she did so so he could stay down there as long as he needed. She put the wand back behind her as she turned to face the newcomer, extremely glad she had done so as Hermione Granger came into view. She let herself drift upwards a little, putting her elbows on the edge of the tub in a relaxed fashion that also coincidentally showed her large breasts to the slimmer, less well endowed girl.
“Don’t you knock, Granger?”
“Funny, I don’t remember you knocking a while back,” she responded coldly. Pansy smiled.
“Ah yes, were you coming here for another private moment?” Just then she gasped. Harry had decided to have a little fun of his own under the water. Hermione frowned at her in puzzlement.
“It’s none of your business what I was coming here to do,” she retorted. She looked closely as Pansy gave another small moan, and just then some bubbles burst the water in front of her breasts. Realisation dawned. “Oh my God, have you got someone in there with you? Who is it?” she demanded. Pansy simply smiled happily, deciding to fuck with her adversary by telling the truth.
“Harry Potter,” she replied. Another burst of bubbles, larger this time like a fierce exhalation.
“Oh of course,” said Hermione sarcastically. “Harry Potter is in the bath with some filthy Slytherin whore, going down on her while his best friend is right there. You’re a lying little cunt, Parkinson.”
“Merlin, are you jealous, Granger? Got designs on Potter yourself? He is quite a catch after all.”
“Harry and I are best friends,” she retorted. “Any fe-“ She stopped. “I’m not playing this game. I’ve leave you to fuck your little boyslut.” With that she turned and stomped out of the bathroom, and once the door was closed Harry emerged from under the water.
“You dirty boy,” Pansy said, banishing the bubble around his head. “Licking my pussy while your best friend was right there.”

“It seemed like the right thing to do,” he said with a smirk. “But did you have to tell her it was me?” She giggled.
“Oh relax, it’s not like she could see you. But she does fancy you you know.” Harry gave her an odd look. “She almost let it slip that she has feelings for you.”
“I doubt that,” Harry said.
“No, I’ve suspected it before, but now - ohh!” she moaned as Harry’s finger brushed her clit. “Okay you’re right, we can talk about this later,” she managed as Harry fingered her. “In the meantime, you can put that amazing cock of yours to use.”
Harry was only too happy to oblige, guiding his length into the dark haired girl. She wrapped her legs around him as he fucked her against the side of the enormous bathtub, their moans blending together. Before long the stimulation was too much for Harry, and he managed to gasp out a warning.
“I’m going to cum Pansy.” She clutched him tightly, tightening her grip with her legs.
“Inside me,” she muttered. “Make me your Slytherin slut,” she said, repeating Hermione’s words. Harry groaned, burying himself as deeply inside her as he could, shooting streams of cum into her grasping cunt. Pansy closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of his large cock twitching inside her. When she opened them again he was looking directly at her.
“Are you a slut?” he asked. She smiled.
“Yes,” she teased. “But only for you.” He smiled back.
“Did you cum?” he asked. She shook her head. “We need to fix that then. Out you get.”
The two lovers climbed out of the bathtub, and Harry directed her to where the towels were kept, making a pile on the floor for her to lie on. She lay back and spread her legs, and just as she did a large glob of sperm slid out of her pussy. She giggled.
“You might want to wipe that up,” she suggested, seeing the look of horror on the boys face. Harry did, and then settled himself between her legs, his tongue flicking over her clit and making her moan. It wasn’t going to take long, she realised, she was already incredibly stimulated from the sex. In fact, in probably less than two minutes Harry felt her thighs clamp around his head and the girl bucked and moaned in orgasm. When the pressure on him eased, he pulled away, watching as the girls body twitched gently. As he watched, more of his cum was pushed from her fanny, pooling between her legs. The sight was unbelievably erotic, and he felt himself stirring again. Pansy looked at him and smiled.
“Well that’s me taken care of,” she said, “But you seem ready to go again. I can’t let you go like this,” she mused. She rolled over on the towels and got on all fours. “Come on then,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me like a Slytherin slut,” she said seductively. Harry needed no more invitation that that. He moved up behind her, pressing his cock to her tight cunt once more and sliding in with ease. She was so wet he buried himself in her fully in a single stroke, making her moan. He fucked her slowly, his hands wandering between her hips and her large tits that were dangling from her body.
“Gods Harry,” she muttered. “Just fuck me! Make me your bitch!” Harry was slightly taken aback at the vehemence, but obliged, ramming his cock into her and then speeding up his thrusts until he was pounding her mercilessly. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” she yelled. Harry felt her pussy clutching at him, squeezing his cock and that pushed him over the edge too. He blew his second load of the day into Pansy’s tight cunt as they each ground against each other so hard it felt like they were trying to meld into one. Finally they collapsed into the towels, his cock still buried in her, arms around her as the lay on their sides.
“That was incredible,” he muttered eventually.
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed simply.
They lay there for sometime before Pansy pulled away, Harry’s flaccid penis coming out of her and unplugging a flood of spunk.
“You need a bath,” he said with a smile as he watched his cum run down her legs. Who’d have thought she could even hold that much cum? She giggled.
“I think we ought to be getting out of her. I’ll make do with a scourgify for now.” He followed her back to their clothes, admiring her rear end as they walked, wanting nothing more than to fill her with even more cum to increase the load already dripping from her body.
They dressed in silence, and kissed tenderly as they stood at the door back into the hallway.
“Until next time?” asked Pansy.
“I look forward to it,” he said, giving her another kiss. She grinned and opened the door. To find themselves looking at Hermione Granger. The smiles vanished from their faces. An expression of triumph crossed Hermione’s face for a spilt second before she realised what she was seeing, to be replaced with stunned shock.
“Harry?” she almost sobbed.
“Hermione!” he managed. “Look, I can explain…” he tried to say, but the girl only shook her head as she burst into tears and fled, unable to stand it.
Harry and Pansy looked at each other, their own stunned expressions a mirror of Hermione’s.
“Well,” said Harry. Pansy shrugged.
“Yeah. Well.” she echoed.
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