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It's Just Sex	By : Daye Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 151812 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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It’s Just Sex

Chapter 1: Unlikely Seduction

“Potter,” sneered a girl’s voice from across the table, “You are staring at my tits.”

Harry, who had in fact merely been in an entire world his own, started at the voice, looked up and felt himself blush. For what was not the first time what he was doing in the library this evening and why he was in such company. The answers to both questions were, in the end, not really a mystery to him; in the former it was the ridiculously amount of homework that was expected of the sixth year studies as they started their NEWT level studies; coupled with Harry’s own duties as Quiddich captain, which ate up a considerable amount of his free time and left him with an urgent need to write essays tonight, as it was his only free evening. In the case of the latter, he glanced again at his, well he didn’t want to use the word ‘companion’, so his… co-table-user, well the plain and simple fact was this had been the only table with any space free in the entire damn library. Ron wasn’t with him because he was too busy trying to get into Lavender Brown’s knickers and Hermione wasn’t here because she was too busy fuming about Ron trying to get into Lavender’s knickers. Well, she’d claimed it was because Harry was still using the extremely useful annotations left in his Potion’s text book by the mysterious ‘Half-Blood Prince’ but Harry guessed his idea was closer to the truth of the matter.

Realising he’d drifted off into his own thoughts again, Harry cleared his unaccountably dry throat and replied;

“I really wasn’t, Parkinson.”

Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin Sixth year and long time girlfriend of Harry’s Arch-Nemesis; Draco Malfoy smirked a horrible smile at him, a smile he’d become far too familiar with over the last five years at Hogwarts. She’d didn’t look offended at Harry’s supposed perversions; instead there was a kind of mirth flickering in her usually cold eyes.

“Maybe you weren’t Potter, maybe you were just gazing into your own little fantasy world that happens, by sheerest co-incidence to be halfway between the desktop and my face?” Pansy retorted.

Potter realised, uncomfortably, that although he’d honestly not been checking her out before she’d spoken; once she’d drawn his attention to them; he was having a very difficult time <i>not</i> staring at her breasts. Pansy herself seemed to make no effort to stop anyone’s enjoyment of her, not ungenerously sized, tits; she wasn’t wearing a school tie; her robes hung open and her white blouse must has been half a size too small for her, so that the globes pressed out impressively against the sheer fabric. The blouse was also very slightly translucent so that anyone who cared to look could see the exact outline of the black bra she was wearing under it.

Harry’s mouth was suddenly dry again; he flushed red and with great force of will snapped his eyes back to Pansy’s face. Her smile grew ever wider.

“Well, well, well,” she drawled on, “who’d have thought it? Saint Potter perving on my boobs?”

He dropped his gaze from her and looked down at his essay. It was for Professor Snape and had to be extremely long, detailed and well referenced, Harry didn’t quite know why he was bothering with it; with Snape’s track record on marking him, his essay was likely to be accidentally incinerated before it could get a decent mark. Oddly, the notion disturbed him much more in this case than it in previous years when Snape had repeatedly failed him at Potions perhaps it was because he had previously done well in Defence Against The Dark Arts.

Something soft and warm brushed ever so gently against Harry’s right ankle but Harry, deeply concentrating on a long complicated passage about werewolves, didn’t react. Luckily, the sensation didn’t stop because of that, instead the pressure increased, just slightly as if to make sure Harry knew it was there, then it started moving maddeningly slowly, up and down the length of his leg. The strokes only went up a couple of centimetres at first before descending again but each stroke went just a little higher. Harry’s grip on his quill tightened as he stared blindly at his essay, not noticing as his quill steadily dripped blots of scarlet ink all over it. All that mattered was the sensations shooting up his leg, the only other thing he really noticed was his racing heart pounding against his chest. Minutes later the warmth reached his right knee, where it stopped.

With a ragged gasp, Harry let loose a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and glared over at Pansy, noticing the single highly expensive, fashionable but above all empty high heel next to their table.

“W-what,” Harry tried to keep his voice steady and it dropped to a masculine growl, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t you like it?” simpered Pansy is a mock-concerned tone, though Harry could seem a predator like gleam in her eyes, a very well fed predator in fact, “I think you do.”

Her socked foot came up and around and rubbed gently against the inside of his left thigh; barely a couple of inches short of his crotch. Harry shuddered in place at her touch. Then he jumped quickly to his feet.

That was a mistake.

Outlined against his dark school trousers was an impressive bulge; Pansy smirked as she got an eyeful of Harry’s dick and could see just how painfully hard she’d made it with such little teasing on her part.

Harry grabbed his stuff and shoved it into his bag haphazardly and then hurried, fled even, out of the library.

Goddamn it, Harry, He berated himself, What are you thinking? She’s a bloody Slytherin harpy. Get it on with her and half the school will be laughing about it before sunrise tomorrow. But even as he berated himself for his conduct another part of his brain revelled in it because although Harry was in many ways a very unordinary boy, he was also an ordinary teenager and right now the part of his brain soaking in new feelings and hormones was complaining loudly about being denied.

Then he heard a rapid click click click of high heels behind him, he half turned and saw a determined looking Pansy striding quickly towards him. The sensible part of his brain opened his mouth to tell her to sod off back to her dungeons but something else in his head, and elsewhere rose up to stop him. He didn’t even object when Pansy seized a handful of his robes in a very tight no-nonsense grip and pulled him through a door into an empty and thankfully Peeves less classroom. She seemed to have no trouble manhandling him, although Harry had grown a lot of the last summer, he was hardly tall and the Slytherin girl barely surrendered an inch to him in height.

“Pansy, what the h-“ Harry started.

But Pansy hadn’t realised her grip on him and his voice was suddenly muted when she pressed him hard against the wall and clamped her mouth over his. Harry had always thought of Pansy as rather hard faced and exceedingly sharp tongued girl but now that he was experiencing both first hand, as it were, it was simply amazing how soft they were as they wrapped about his lips and then started explore every part of his mouth that she could reach; her tongue plunged as hard and fast into him as if she wanted to taste his tonsils, while all he could do was moan incoherently back into her mouth.

She eventually seemed to relent, or at least she had to come up for air or something, she extracted her tongue from his neck and sucked on his bottom lip with her two black lipstick coated lips before letting go. Harry struggled to breathe.

“Pansy I-” he tried to say.

“Shut up, Potter” She cut through him, “and don’t say you don’t want to,”

“ I DON’T want to,” he said loudly, as if volume could make it true, at the same time he put his hands on her chest to push her away but when the time came to actually push he realised he was touching her breasts and all he wanted to do was grope them. Pansy smirked again.

“Like I said: shut up,”

Harry leaned closer and growled,

“Make. Me.”

They locked lips again but this time Harry was ready and not going to surrender control so easily. Their tongues met and started to wrestle and duel heatedly for control. Harry wound his hands through her short, dark, gothic hair style as their kiss became much wetter as they practically drooled in each other’s mouths with lust. Pansy of course had a lot more experience in this and unleashed her secret weapon; letting her hands drop lower and lower until she sang her claws into his backside; squeezing and groping his amazingly well formed and toned by long Quidditch practise butt. Harry’s brilliant green eyes grew wide at this new sensation and abruptly Pansy was back in complete control of the encounter; directing Harry with ease via the grip on his arse away from the wall and down on a chair; where she promptly straddled him; grinding herself again the rock hard tent in his trousers.

Harry for his part simply tried not cum right there and then straight into his underwear, all he could do moment to moment was force his body into some kind of control; he just focused on trying to keep his breathing steady; deep and regular; that was the trick. Concentrate on that and not on the hot pressure of Pansy gyrating on his groin.

Her lips left his as she settled into his lap.

“Uh…” he gasped, “oh… shit… oh… God… oh Pansy.”

She smiled her smile at hearing him cry her name in passion and leaned in to nibble on his ear.

“By Merlin, I think he likes it,” she whispered.

Harry felt her humping slow as she muttered in his ear and internally sighed in relief; he was sure he wouldn’t have lasted another moment of it without shooting his load. Then his pleasure doubled and redoubled as he felt Pansy kiss his neck with her burning hot lips; he then felt a slight pain as she bit slightly and sucked on it. Harry’s long groan covered up a sudden fear; for a second he was completely convinced Pansy Parkinson was in fact a vampire and was going to suck his blood right out of him.

She released the bite and he felt silly; she hadn’t even broken skin. Then she did again, lower down and she kept doing leaving little red marks on his skin as she moved down to his chest pulling off his tie and undoing his shirt buttons to reveal his hard chest for her to feast upon. Only when she got below his rip cage did he noticed that of course, she was no longer in his lap. She also had her nimble hands undoing his belt buckle and trouser button.

She smirked at him from between his legs.

“Lift your hips please Harry,” she said sweetly, and Harry realised this was the first time she’d ever used his first name. He didn’t think twice about actually doing it; he’d gotten this far hadn’t he? There didn’t seem to be much point not going further.

He felt cold air on his legs and even shockingly on his cock and balls. He started; she’d slipped off his trousers and pants at the same time. She stood gracefully and casually something small, black and lacy were added to the pile between his legs. He suddenly realised they were, in fact, Pansy’s panties. He could even tell from where he sat that they were incredibly damp.

She was staring at his dick; in poorly hidden surprise; it stood tall and hard from his body and Harry could have sworn it was longer and harder than it ever had been when he’d had a wank. All the teasing had apparently resulted in the dribble of clear sticky pre-cum that now decorated the top third of his manhood.

Still Pansy’s panties seemed to trigger a sudden massive realisation in Harry’s mind about what the hell he was doing. He was about to shag Pansy Parkinson, bitch queen of Slytherin House, if not the school. His mind rebelled at the unreal, impossible concept and he blurted out, even as she gripped his dick in one practised hand;

“Wait, wait Pansy! I don’t… I mean, I haven’t.. I can’t!” He stumbled over the words even as his hormones screamed ‘no, no, no! You Idiot!’ inside his head and his face went a solid red colour.

Pansy seemed to understand instantly and an unsettling evil glee seemed to settle over her, reminding Harry forcibly that he was dealing of a Slytherin.

“Now, now Potter,” she said, ever word laced with poorly contained mirth “Are you trying to tell me that you are a virgin?”

Harry only nodded the tiniest of nods.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she said, “This is going to be so sweet.” Her hand made tiny jacking motions on his dick which pulsed a bit more clear pre-cum out. She quickly manoeuvred him to her entrance and let him feel just how hot and wet it felt for a second but held off actual penetration. She smiled again as he growled in frustration. She wagged a finger on her other hand at him and teased.

“Harry, you know how this works, I can’t just take you right here. I need consent.”

Harry nodded almost frantically. Her smile grew wider and she still held herself above him.

“I need you to say it Harry; just to be on the safe side, just to be clear”

There seemed to be a fierce internal battle before the word finally burst out of him;

“Yes!” he said, “Yes, I want to have sex with you.”

“Oh good.” She said back, “So do I.”

Then she impaled herself on him. Her eyes grew wide for just a second as lowered herself right to the hilt of Harry’s ‘wand.’ On Harry’s part it was all he could do not to cum as he was suddenly engulfed in hot wet clinging warmth. It was clear that Pansy was no virgin herself, her loins were soaked with her own fluid but she still seemed tight to Harry’s inexperienced and nearly overloaded mind. It had to be said in all Harry’s teenage contemplation of sex; of all the ways he’d seen himself in his mind’s eye losing his virginity; he’d never once considered that he’d be sitting in a chair in an abandoned charms classroom being ridden by Pansy Parkinson. Surveying her form writhing on him as he tried to distract himself from the waves of pure ecstasy pulsing through his body out from his dick, he noticed that; Pansy was still fully clothed apart from a few undone buttons on her blouse showing her exceptional cleavage and that she was most definitely still a Slytherin right down to the green eyeliner and silver nail polish on the nails that were digging into his chest.

She didn’t ride him that hard or fast, Harry got the impression she knew he’d instantly blow his top if she did but instead she alternated between riding up and down on his knob and circling her hips while fully impaled upon him; jerking his dick this way and that inside her in delicious agony.

Then he saw once again the small superior smile on her face as she watched his passion flushed face, heard his ragged moans of delight and felt his cock strain inside her and suddenly he knew exactly why she’d pulled him in here, exactly what her plan was, She’s made me her goddamn bitch. He could see it clearly in his mind now, the way she’d dragged him in her and completely controlled him. Easily neutralising any attempt at him gain power over the situation. She clearly wasn’t going to cum herself from this but the power she had over him now; over his every shuddering gasp; that was going to be like a drug for her and the gossip she could tell; how easy he was; how all she’d had to do was flash some cleavage and he’d become her little love slave. Oh how she’d relish being able to gossip that she’d managed to snare him; ‘The Chosen One’ that all the girls were after.

Harry realised that He Was Completely Fucked as the hot heat of her cunt wrapped tight around him. If she made him cum, she’d have won.

Well, he thought, Two can play at that game. And the next time she descended on his pole; he lifted his hips, hard.

The slap of flesh hitting flesh resounded throughout the classroom. Nearly drowning of the sound of Pansy’s small voice just going; “Oh!” as her eyes went wide with the powerful impact. She looked down at her new lover and saw something that astonished her; a gleam in Harry’s eye; a powerful, even crazy, gleam and a set to his jaw that spoke of determination. She’d thought their encounter had been going well; she thought she’d been making him happy but it seemed he wanted more. Much more. Then she felt him move his hands from where they had rested in intimate comfort on her thighs and instead his strong grip wrapped around her self-admittedly beautifully curvaceous ass. Then he lifted his grip encouraging her to rise up again and then slammed her down again; she stifled as squeal as his dick breached her depths but didn’t have time to adjust before he did it again; encouraging her to ride him harder and harder. After the third thrust she could hardly contained her moans; her arms left Harry’s chest and instead wrapped around his neck and combed his hair with her fingers as she nuzzled it moaning hoarse gasps into his ear,

“Oh.. uh,, fuck.. Harry.. Harry.. Oh Harrrry!”

Harry had never felt more powerful in his life. With his grip on her arse he was making Pansy surrender control; he knew he’d won when she abandoned all pretence and just buried her head against his head as he slammed up into her again. Sweat now soaked their uniforms as they writhed and pounded against each other as one. Harry knew he wasn’t going to last much long; her grinding and teasing had already shattered his weak virginal attempts at self control; now, it was only a matter of holding on and making her cum first.

On about the sixth hard stroke; Pansy’s whole body seemed to quake and on the seventh she broke entirely, crying his name into his shoulder as her cunt muscles suddenly squeezed his dick so hard he thought moving her again might rip it off at the base. He might not even have cummed himself then if he hadn’t felt extra wave of girl cum surge from her and dribble all over his balls. The sudden feeling of cooler fluid tricking over his hot tight scrotum set him off and he gasped wordlessly as he shot half a dozen great spurts of sperm into her hot hole causing her to moan and squirm in delight; he was sure he felt her walls tighten again briefly in a second orgasm.

They both slumped bonelessly in the chair only kept upright by their arms around each other.

Maybe a couple of minutes later they both seemed to come to their senses. Pansy slid out of his lap and set to straightening her skirt and running her hand through sweaty mussed hair. Harry hurriedly pulled his pants and trousers up. Pansy looked at him in a sort of surprise when he handed her panties back to her. They didn’t quite talk afterward or even look each other in the face. Pansy turned her back to him as she pulled her panties back on and said; in a voice which was a lot closer to her usual harsh tones;

“Don’t get any ideas, Potter.” She said, “We are not having a relationship.”

“No,” said Harry, a massive grin spreading over his face, “It’s Just Sex.”

[A/N: My first finished and posted adult fic. As such I would greatly appreciate any comments, reviews or thoughts you might be thinking, please.]

Edit: Just touched up a few things. Mainly the excessive number of typos creeping in. (Owing mainly to late night writing as opposed to one handed typing :P) Yay, proof reading! Oh, and added a Chapter number and subtitle to reflect the possibly on going nature of the story.
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