Denial of A Dalliance - Chapter 4

Summary: “This is the last time Potter! After this, we’ll go our separate ways and pretend none of this ever happened!” Pansy sneered.

Potter’s breath washed over her bare shoulder as he chuckled. His lips were inches from her neck, so close she could practically feel the heat emanating from them. His hands gliding down her ribs forced Pansy to bite her bottom lip lest she moan with excitement.

“Whatever you say Parkinson.” Potter murmured. Then his lips were upon her neck once more, and all hope of ending their trysts died right then and there.

Or

Five times Pansy Parkinson accidentally slept with Harry Potter.

And one time she meant to.

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Chapter 4: Bottle Up

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Something shifted between her and Harry after that night in the prefect’s bath. For one, she no longer referred to him as ‘Potter’ in her head, even if she still did so verbally just to get a small rise out of him. Secondly, she was no longer actively trying to ignore him, nor was he ignoring her. In fact, Pansy seemingly found herself seeking him out between classes. It wasn’t very hard to do, mind you, seeing as how Gryffindor and Slytherin shared nearly every class together, sans the electives. Nothing untoward ever happened despite their previous experiences. They’d simply walk together to their next class, trading teasing barbs and the occasional joke here and there before separating to take their respective seats in the next lesson.

It was almost…domestic in a way.

Pansy knew it was a sight for many of their peers to behold. Him, the Hero of the War and proverbial Man-Who-Won and her, the girl who was ready to thrust him into Voldemort’s clutches to save her own damn skin, walking side by side through the halls like they were old friends. She’d probably stare in shock too, if she were them.

Perhaps old friends was a bit of a stretch. To the outside viewer, they still treated each other with the same amount of snark and, in Potter’s case, deadpan sarcasm as they had in many of their interactions before. Yet where in the prior years their words had been laced with malice, now they were tinged with friendly amusement. It was a dance of sorts, one Pansy found herself looking forward to every day, even if she could hardly grasp why.

That night–It was funny how all their nights together became that night at some point or another–It was that night in the bath that changed everything. The night he took her with a gentle affection. Where, for the first time, Pansy was treated to the type of sex that made her feel wanted, not simply a means to an end. She remembers when the words ‘made love’ first entered her mind later on, as she lay alone in her bed–Desperately wishing for the warmth of him next to her. She remembers how those words twisted something in her heart, something she couldn’t hope to recognise, or perhaps she simply didn’t want to know. What she did know was that after that night, Pansy gravitated towards Harry as he did her.

They hadn’t spoken about it, not yet at least, and part of Pansy hoped they never did. Still, she couldn’t help but feel it was inevitable. She only hoped it wouldn’t hurt when the talk finally came.

Until then, she was content to enjoy her new little routine, much to the chagrin of others.

“Budge over, Granger.”

The Head-Girl sighed in annoyance but did as she was asked, scooting over to allow Pansy a place to sit. From beside her, Harry rolled his eyes and did the same.

“Would it kill you to use ‘please’ from time to time?” The brunette muttered.

Pansy shot the girl a smirk in response as she plopped down between her and Harry. Swiping a piece of toast from the bespeckled man’s plate, Pansy hummed and took a bite.

“Probably not.” She spoke after swallowing. “But still not gonna.”

Hermione scoffed and muttered something incomprehensible under her breath, though Pansy knew it was nothing hateful. Strangely enough, Hermione had been one of the more understanding of Harry’s friends when it came to accepting Pansy’s presence. The others had come around one by one over the following weeks, but she could still occasionally feel a glare or two directed her way from the Gryffindor table, especially from a certain red-haired witch who all but glowered with murderous rage whenever Pansy was nearby. Ginny Weasley certainly wouldn’t be a fan of her’s anytime soon.

“Cheerful as always.” Harry drawled, swiping his toast back from her hands. “Suppose you don’t need Hermione’s help on that essay for Flitwick’s class then, hmm?”

Pansy shot him a quick glare as he bit into his toast with a victorious smirk. Prat.

“Ugh, fine. Granger, would you take a look at my essay after breakfast…please?” She added the last words with a grimace, sending yet another heatless glare Harry’s way. It had the opposite effect of course, making his insufferable smirk widen in a way that made Pansy conflicted on whether she wanted to slap him or shag him.

It would probably be both at some point, knowing their track record.

“I suppose.” Hermione hummed with just a bit too much amusement for the girl to properly hide. “It shouldn’t take too long. Heaven knows your writing skills are leaps and bounds better than Harry’s.”

Harry made a sound of protest. “What’s wrong with how I write?!”

Hermione gave the man a pointed look, which was answer enough for Harry. With a defeated grumble, he turned back to his plate and stabbed a piece of sausage. Before the conversation could continue, the fluttering of dozens of wings drew everyone’s attention upwards as a plethora of owls swooped in carrying the mail.

Pansy gave the gaggle of birds an uninterested glance before turning back to her breakfast. With her father in prison and her mother wasting away somewhere with a bottle of wine, she had no reason to keep an eye out for any sort of letters or parcels, not that she ever received very many before the war anyway. 

This is why when a copy of the Daily Prophet landed in front of Harry courtesy of a russet-coloured delivery owl, Pansy was able to give it her full attention while Harry reached into his robes to pay the fee. The words that greeted her eyes along the front page were enough to effectively rid her of any appetite for the rest of the day.

THE MAN-WHO-WON AND THE GIRL-WHO-WON-HIS-HEART?

Below the title sat a picture of Pansy laughing as she leaned on Harry’s shoulder for support. Harry, for his part, wore that ever-so mischievous grin of his that many witches (Pansy included) found particularly dashing. It was obvious she was laughing at something he had said, though the picture didn’t relay enough information for Pansy to remember when it could’ve been taken. They were both wearing their Hogwarts robes, meaning this moment could’ve of been captured any time over the last couple weeks.

“Pansy? You alright?” HArry’s voice broke ehr from her stupor and she wretched her gaze up to see his emerald eyes staring back at her with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I-” She opened her mouth, unsure of what to say. She could feel the eyes turning to stare towards her. No doubt many others had seen the bold headline and were now boring their eyes into her with looks of judgment.

Her heart began to hammer painfully in ehr chest. She tried not to glance around, but she just couldn’t help it. Dozens of sets of eyes stared back at her, causing her to flich. She could hear their whispers, their scathing words and mutters of discussion. She was pretty sure she heard the words ‘love potion’ thrown around a few times. Someone even had the gall to loudly grumble about the Imperius. Snapping her gaze away from their stares, Pansy turned back to face Harry only to see him reading the paper’s headline with an angry scowl on his face. She flinched as he let out an annoyed sigh and tossed the paper aside.

“Do those bloody vipers seriously have nothing better to write about?” He grumbled. Pansy didn’t answer, her voice was caught in her throat. The whispers around her were growing louder. A nauseous feeling settled into her stomach and she had to ball her fists into her skirt to stop them from trembling. Beside her, Harry continued on, unaware of her warring emotions withing.

“...if that harpy Skeeter had anything to do with this I swear I’m gonna-”

“Harry.” Hermione’s voice cut in firmly. The raven-haired man blinked and finally turned his attention away from the paper to where Hermione sat looking at Pansy with concern.  He finally noticed the subtle shake to the brunette’s shoulders with a frown.

“Pans’?” He prodded gently. “Are you alright? Don’t mind the article. It’s just a stupid attempt to drum up gossip and-” As he spoke, he reached forward to lay a hand against Pansy’s shoulder. He didn’t make it any further than that. 

Pansy recoiled from his touch, her breath leaving her in quiet gasps. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, nor did she catch the look of growing concern on his face as her panic became more apparent. Pansy could hardly fucking breath over the noise of the whispers all around her. She needed to leave–to get out–to do bloody anything but stay here!

Quick as she could, the brunette jumped to her feet and fled the Great Hall, desperate to get away from the eyes full of judgment. 

Yet the whispers remained.

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Pansy hadn’t had a destination in mind when she all but scrambled from the Great Hall. She simply let her panic-stricken legs carry her through the halls and eventually out onto the grounds. The small alcove of trees along the Black Lake proved to be the perfect place for her breakdown to fully spiral out from her control. She didn’t know how long it took her to finally calm down, there sat along the bank with her arms wrapped tightly around her chest as ragged sobs of panic contorted against her ribs.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She had gotten to close, became to comfortable. Of course, it could never last! She was a fool to believe otherwise. Or perhaps she knew very well how foolish their little game was, and simply chose to ignore the noose tightening around her neck. Pansy was good at that.

She’d known from the very beginning getting mixed up with Har- with Potter was trouble. He and her just didn’t belong with one another. Not as acquaintances, not as friends, not as- Well, they just didn’t.

Potter was a hero for Merlin’s sake! He was the knight in shining armour who saved the world from tyranny, and Pansy was…Pansy was…

Pansy wasn’t anything.

If anything, she was an example of how low hate and prejudice can bring someone. She was penniless, scorned, and all around disliked by those who she tormented over the years, which was practically everyone.  

And now her fallacy was on full display for the entire country to see. She could hear their taunts and jeers. Hear as they said ‘Look at the silly little girl who thought herself deserving of more! Look at how she thought herself capable of being happy!’

She shuddered at the thought.

It wasn’t even as if the article was true. Her and Ha- Potter weren’t a thing. They were…They just were. The sex was good, and she couldn’t deny she’d come to actually enjoy his company, but that was it. Neither of them were in the right sort of head space for romance. He’d just gone through a particularly gruesome breakup and Pansy was far too fucked up in the head at the moment to truly even understand what real romance even was. ‘Sides…it’s not like Harry would ever want to be with someone like her anyway…

For some reason that thought brought a stinging of tears to Pansy’s eyes.

She sat there for some time, long past her first class and even through lunch and the following afternoon. The late winter air grew chillier with each passing minute until even the warming charms she placed on the ground could not hope to hold off the cold. She shivered as the frigid wind pierced through her thin school blouse, yet she did not move from her place. Despite the setting sun she still could not face the castle full of judgmental stares just yet. Perhaps she never would. Was it too late to drop out? She didn’t think so. It would be par for the course. Just another disappointment on her long list of failures. Hogwarts dropout would hardly even peak the top five on that list.

A snap of a twig yanked her attention away from her bitter thoughts. She reached for her wand on instinct, yet the dim light of a lumos spell filled her vision and revealed the familiar face of Harry as he approached. 

“Hey.” He greeted softly.

“Hey.” she replied back, unsure what to say. The mere sight of him made her heart clench in her chest and if it wasn’t for the exhaustion that clung to her bones she’d probably had already fled.
“You’ve been gone awhile.” It wasn’t a question yet Pansy answered anyway with a shrug. Harry smiled and eased onto the ground next to her. “Here. Figured you probably hadn’t ate since this morning.” He offered her a small wrapped sandwich. She took it with a nod, idly picking at the edges of the parchment yet leaving it wrapped up. Despite the hunger in her stomach she had no motivation to actually eat.

“How’d you find me?” She finally asked after a minute or two of silence.

He shrugged. “It took some searching. You didn’t exactly leave behind a trail to follow. Ended up having to use the map in the end. Once I saw where you were I came straight here. Well, after stopping by the kitchens first.”

She nodded again mechanically, letting silence fall once more. A gust of wind blew past in the interlude, making her wince as she shivered from the icy chill.

“Here.” Harry said, pulling his coat off. Before she could protest, Pansy was enveloped by the thick woollen garment. The warmth of his body still clung to the cloth, and she found herself instinctively wrapping herself tighter into the coat’s embrace with a relieved sigh. Beside her, Harry gave a chuckle and nudge her with his shoulder. “Better?”

“Hmm.” Was all she said, suddenly far more content than she expected after shouldering the cold for so long. 

Harry smiled and turned his gaze out to the frigid lake before them. A moment of quiet passed before he spoke once more.

“Pansy about the article-”

“Don’t” She interrupted, shaking her head. “Harry I just- Don’t, please?”

He gave her an unreadable look with a frown. “We should talk about it Pans’.”

Pansy threw her hands up with a scoff and stood, the warm jacket falling from her shoulders and bringing the cold with it.

“No we really don’t! It’s not like any of it was true anyway!” She exclaimed.

“You know that’s not the point.” He sighed, pulling himself up to his feet as well. “It upset you. True or not, it still affected you pretty badly. That’s not okay Pansy.”

Pansy scoffed and shook her head. “So? It’s not like the Prophet will bloody care. Neither will anyone who read that trash. They’ll simply see what every one else does, a prejudice pureblood bitch who’s trying to sink her claws into their Golden Boy. That’s all anyone will ever see when we’re together.” The together came out strangled, as if she tried not to say it but something forced her to form the word, like some unbidden plea for truth from her lips.

Harry stepped forward. “I don’t care.”

The way he said it was filled with a fiery determination that would have made any other girl swoon, but Pansy was not any other girl. With a snarl she stepped back and shot him a frigid glare.

“Of course you don’t! They won’t ruin your bloody life after all. They probably already see you as the victim, or did you not hear our classmates inside?! They’re already flinging around conspiracies of love potions and the bloody imperius! And why shouldn’t they?! It’s not like my previous actions disproved I’m above such disgusting tactics. Nope, not the girl who wanted to offer you up to Dark Lord to save her own bloody skin!” She turned away with a huff, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “The truth doesn’t matter now Harry, everyone’s already made up their mind about me a long time ago. We’d both be better off just going back to pretending the other didn’t exist. It’s not like we were actually together or anything. Like you said before, I’m just a good shag, yeah?’”

Silence descended upon the small alcove. Pansy didn’t know how much time passed as she stood there staring out over the lake. She allowed it to envelope her, to wrap tightly around her heart as the tears fell freely from her eyes. For a brief moment, she wondered if he was still even there. Perhaps he did the smart thing and left. Pansy wouldn’t blame him, Morgana knows she’s always been good at running.

She should’ve known better of course. Harry Potter was anything but a runner.

Warmth enveloped her from behind. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist in a tight embrace, forcing a choked sob from her lips as the strength finally left Pansy’s body. She collapsed into Harry’s arms, allowing her emotions to finally run free from the aching ball in her chest. They stayed like that for god knows how long. Her tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt, but Harry didn’t mind. He simply stood there holding her as she cried, whispering soothing sounds into her ear until finally her tears dried. She looked up at him, confusion pooling heavily in her chest.

“Why?” Why was he still here? Why was he comforting her? Why did he care?”

She wanted to ask all these things and more, but Harry answered them all with a single smile and a handful of words.

“Because you’re worth it. We’re worth it.”

The kiss was unlike any they shared before. Pansy practically melted into it, a whimper leaving her lips as she kissed him back with everything she had.

He wants me…He wants me…He wants me…

The words repeated themselves over and over again in her mind, each time bringing a new flutter of giddiness to her mind. She deepened the kiss, fisting handfuls of his shirt in a desperate attempt to be closer to him. Harry responded in kind, pulling Pansy flush against him until she could feel every inch of his body against her own. Likewise, this caused the expected reactions.

“Take me back to the castle~” She whispered, breaking the kiss for only a moment before their lips met once more.

Harry smirked and placed a small kiss against her nose. “I’ve got a better idea.”

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Apparently, being Head Boy meant access to your own personal Floo within the castle, or perhaps that was just a ‘Hero of the Wizarding World’ thing. Either way, Pansy certainly wasn’t complaining, especially when she stepped out from the flames and into a tastefully decorated living room with Harry following not far behind. 

“Welcome to Grimmauld Place.” He said with a smile, divesting her of his coat without a word.

The large living room was decorated in a style that would be considered “spartan” décor to the frivolously luxurious, but she still detected hints here and there of Harry’s personal touch. A million questions ran through Pansy’s mind as she looked around the mid-century townhome (Mansion was more apt), but in that moment she was far too emotionally exhausted and far too horny to rightly care. Instead, she turned back to Harry and stood on her tiptoes with her arms wrapped around his neck.

“What’s a girl gotta do for a shower around here, hmm?” She hummed with a smirk.

The answer was apparently to just ask, as within moments, she was being carried bridal style up a set of stairs and into an equally tasteful bedroom with what must have been the biggest bed she’s ever seen. His master bathroom, at least, had more elements of luxury than what she’d seen of the rest of the house: a standing shower with a tiled bench built into the wall, and a separate claw-foot tub.

“Fuck me.” She whispered. “And here I believed Draco’s bullshite about you being flat broke for all those years.”

She heard him chuckle behind her before he moved to turn on the shower with a flick of his hand.

“The rags I used to wear probably didn’t help. Still, my godfather actually left this place to me. I had it renovated a few months after the war.” He explained.

Again, more questions popped into Pansy’s head, but the sight of the steaming shower and Harry pulling his shirt off was enough to dash those annoying queries away. She had much better things to do.

She stripped herself quickly. A few self-conscious thoughts sprung into her mind as she undressed. Stupid worries that now that their moment had passed, Harry wouldn’t actually want her like that. That this was simply another shag to him and afterwards he’d throw her to the side. These worries melted away under the stream of hot water as Harry wrapped his arms around her and began to place feather light kisses along her neck. They spent a few minutes like that, with Pansy’s nude back pressed against him in a comforting embrace whilst the water rained down upon them. Eventually, though, her body’s needs got the best of her, and she found herself tilting her head back to meet his lips with hers. He hummed against her mouth, hands coming up to caress her bare breasts. She could feel as he hardened against the swell of her arse, the sensation of his cock pressed against her sending a throb of excitement through her womanhood.

“You’re beautiful.” he murmured against her lips, and for once, Pansy believed him. She mewled in response, gasping softly as one of his hands snaked its way down to graze against her pussy. 

“Harry~” She whispered his name like a plea, begging him for those oh-so-wonderful sensations he’s gifted to her before. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers found her flower without issue, teasing her outer folds until she whined impatiently. When his fingers entered her the first time she couldn’t help but cry out in pure relief. Her inner walls rejoiced, soaking his pumping digits in her juices as they coaxed such beautiful sensations from her cunt. 

“Harry~” She gasped again, leaning back into his chest with a moan. He held one of her legs aloft, exposing her core fully to him while his other was busy pumping two fingers inside her. She could feel his cock lurch with every moan from her lips. It was impossibly hard against her arse, practically begging to fuck her, yet despite the no doubt overwhelming urge he was feeling to satisfy his own desires, Harry was focused on her first.

That wouldn’t do…

It took much of her will to pull away from his gasp. She even whined in disappointment when his fingers slipped from her quim, but before she could change her mind, Pansy turned and sunk to her knees before him. The sight of his engorged cock met her eyes and she couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation.

“Pans’ you don’t have to-”

“Oh please.” She shot at him with a faux glare. “Like you could make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Now shut it.” She sent him a quick wink as she wrapped a hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke him, making a show of extending her tongue to lick up the underside of his member. She felt the rumble of his moan reverbrate off the tiled shower walls while one of his hands found it’s way into her damp hair. 

She took his head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing rapidly as she swallowed him. Her pouty lips wrapped around his girth exquisitely. Daphne Greengrass always had told her she had what the boy’s called ‘Dick Sucking Lips’ after all. Harry’s groans increased as she began to bob her head. She kept her eyes trained on him, wanting to see every twitch and scrunch of his features as she pleasured him. 

“Fuck! Pansy-” Pansy interuppted him as she swallowed the entirety of his length without warning. Tears sprang up in her eyes as she forced the urge to gag back down. She had to grasp his thighs to stop herself from pulling away. It was only when the lack of air became too much that she finally released him, gasping as she used her hand to stroke him whilst her throat rested.

“I’ll need to practice a bit more before we try that again.” She hummed, still absentmindely stroking his cock.

Harry surprised her by reaching down and hoisting her back up to her feet, Pansy squeaked as she was suddenly pressed into the glass of the shower with Harry’s cock pressed into her stomach.

“Later.” he all but growled into her ear. “Right now I’m going to make you mine.”

Pansy moaned as his teeth latched onto her neck. Instinctively her legs parted whilst she reached down to align his throbbing cock.

“Yessss.” She whispered, his cock parting her folds in an instantly. “Oh fuck yes, Harry! Fuck me~”

She tried to remain focused, intent on giving him just as much pleasure as he was giving her. That battle was lost in short order. Harry’s slow, torturous thrusts broke into a pleasurable explosion, her already-sensitive sex positively clenching around him. He pistoned into her at a rhythmic pace, but it was enough to make Pansy putty in his hands. Within moments she was shuddering in climax, her soaking wet pussy nearly forcing his cock to slip free as it clenched impossibly tight.

“M-More~” She whined, barely even registering as he bent her over against the wall and began to fuck her from behind.

As he pushed forward, pluning into Pansy’s tight quim, the brunette’s vision exploded with stars. She gasped heaving breaths of pleasure, shouting out expltitives with every slap of Harry’s balls against her arse. It didn;t take long at all for Pansy to reach another orgasm, this one joined by an “Oh fuck!” as Harry hissed in pleaure behind her and her womb was filled with warmth.

They stood there for a minute or two, Harry’s cock inside her whilst the steaming water rained down from above. Finally, Harry groaned and pulled away, allowing Pansy to untangle herself as the full weight of exhaustion settled into her bones.

She barely even registered the feeling of Harry’s hands lathering soap onto her skin, nor did she notice when he carried her from the shower and dried her off. She only opened her eyes again when he sank into the bed with her, her lips meeting his in a lazy but needy kiss. Tomorrow would come with more challenges and no doubt even more doubts, but for now, Pansy thought as she pulled Harry on top of her and his cock pierced her folds once more, for now everything was perfect.

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Author’s Note

Don’t worry! This isn’t the end, we still have two more chapters to go and plenty more of Pansy and Harry! So keep an eye out!

Thanks for reading!