Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 14

Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.

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Chapter 14: Plan B?

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Pansy stared back at the smirking teen with a whirl of emotions gripping her cold heart. There was fear at being caught, the uncertainty of Potter’s next actions slowly shifting that to terror with each passing second. Anger too- Anger at Draco for dragging her into this mess, anger at Potter for looking so goddamned smug, and anger at herself for agreeing to this whole cockamamie scheme to begin with!

Yet even with those two primal emotions fighting for control of her psyche, Pansy couldn’t help but notice the small trill of…curiosity. Curiosity of just what exactly Potter’s end goal here was. Surely the Gryffindor Golden Boy would simply just turn her in right? Not loom over her almost expectantly with that oh-so-grating lopsided smirk of his…

He wanted something.

The realisation irked Pansy almost as much as Draco’s inept plan. Where the fuck does this snivelling half-blood get off demanding something of her?! HER?! She was Pansy Fucking Parkinson! Some upstart male doesn’t have the right to question her, much less demand something! Well, if Potter thinks she was just going to roll over and give him whatever he wants then he has another bloody thing coming!

It is to be noted that if Pansy had taken a moment to simply calm her panic and think rationally for more than a handful of seconds, she would realise that- no, Harry did not in fact want anything from her aside from the package and the details of Draco’s plan. If she had thought it through and given these items over willingly, Harry would have been more than happy to let her go free.

As it was… that is the complete opposite of what Pansy decided to do.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Potter?! Sneaking up on a girl like that this late in the evening?! I had the right to hex your fucking balls off you know!”

Across from her, Potter snorted and leaned against the stone wall with his arms crossed. “Please Parkinson, we both know that with your wand work you’d be lucky to hit the fucking wall, much less my cock.”

Pansy sneered at the smug raven-haired wizard, her anger only growing with the small bit of snark in his voice. “Oh yes you’re right! I doubt anyone could hit such a dreadfully small target anyhow!”

The barb did not have the intended effects. Frustratingly, instead of scowling and raising his temper from the hit to his ego, Potter just snorted again with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Such venom Parkinson. I can’t help but notice though, that you only ever become even more of an insufferable bitch when you’re hiding something.”

Pansy pursed her lips, her heart pounding faster at his hidden accusation. “Please Potter- What would I have to hide from you of all people?”

Instead of answering, Potter simply raised a brow and snapped his fingers. Pansy gasped as the thin package behind her suddenly shot across the small room, nearly taking her head off in the process before it settled gently in Potter’s outstretched hand. The emerald-eyed teen whistled lowly as he examined the package.

“I’m no enchanter, but even I can tell the compulsions surrounding this aren't pretty. But that’s not all is there?” Before she could stop him, Potter snapped his fingers again. Without warning, the package burst open, the thick parchment bounding it before falling away to reveal an extravagant silver necklace. Even from where Pansy stood she could practically feel the dark magic oozing from the gleaming silver chain. Whatever curse that was embedded within the necklace was extremely volatile, that much was obvious at least.

Across from her, Potter’s brow was furrowed with a look of concentration as he muttered under his breath. Before her eyes, Pansy watched as the necklace glowed a sickly purple. The dark and twisted aura flashed once, slowly fading away to nothingness. Potter hummed to himself, seeming to confirm something in his mind before glancing her way.

“This is some pretty nasty stuff, Parkinson. The curses coating this are dark enough to see whoever cast them thrown into Azkaban for the next few decades at least.” The necklace floating in the air between them moved again, the remains of the parchment that wrapped it before transformed- twisting and morphing into a solid wooden box before it opened wide and sucked the cursed piece of jewellery inside. “And you were planning on sneaking this into one of my friend’s bag.” Potter’s gaze on her hardened, turning dark with a glint of what Pansy could only describe as a wave of fiery anger. He took a step towards her. Pansy felt her body move, stepping back out of instinct. Slowly Potter stalked forward, driving Pansy further and further back until she bumped against the cold stone wall. Potter’s march was not impeded however, and soon enough he was mere inches away from her, his tall dark form looming over her while his bright green orbs burned with indignant fury.

“You have one chance, Parkinson.” He growled, the sound coming out as barely a whisper as he leered over her. “Tell me why Draco wanted you to plant this on Katie.”
“I- I don’t-”

“Don’t even think about trying to lie your way out of this one.” Potter interrupted. Pansy flinched at the sheer fire in his voice. Her heart thumped rapidly against her ribcage, fear running rampant through her body with this dark-haired wizard towering over her. Fear…and something else. Something she couldn’t quite identify. “Answer me Pansy.” 

At the sounds of his growl, Pansy was broken from her musings. “I don’t know! R-really! Draco just wanted me to slip it into Bell’s bag, I have no clue why!” 

Perhaps it was the waver in her voice or the way her eyes avoided the fiery green ones before her, or perhaps it was just sheer intuition, but for some reason, Potter did not accept that answer.

Pansy cried out in surprise when a hand clasped roughly against her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet Potter’s intense scowl. “Draco may not have told you the specifics, but you at least have an idea of what his end goal is.” Pansy hurriedly shook her head, his grip on her chin barely allowing her to do so. “You do.” Potter seethed. “Stop lying and just tell me Parkinson. Tell me and all this can go away.” He finished.

Pansy’s mind was a whirlwind of panic. What was she going to do?! What could she do? Potter had her right where he wanted her. There was no lying her way out of this one, she was caught redhanded for Merlin’s sake! Either she kept her mouth shut and went down with Draco or she told Potter everything and escaped punishment only to lose her chance at becoming Lady Malfoy! It was unfair! She shouldn’t have to make a choice like that! But what other choice did she have?!

A whisper in the back of her mind had her eyes trailing down from Potter’s furious green ones to a more…sensitive location.

Well…there was always THAT. But did she dare? Potter was just like any other bloke so there was no way he could resist her. But what if Draco found out? He’d understand, wouldn’t he? I mean she had to do it! To keep his mission safe! Plus it wouldn’t be like Pansy would enjoy it. Potter was a half-blood after all. He wouldn’t have a clue how to treat a proper pureblood woman like her! He’d probably cum in his boxers at the first sight of her tits! 

All she needed to do was flash a bit of skin and she’d be home free! And it wasn’t like she had to tell Draco. Nope! She just had to ensure Potter was thrown off his trail long enough for her betrothed to come up with another scheme. The necklace one was shot obviously, but they could think of a new one! Together!

Her mind made up, Pansy schooled her features into one of the many looks her mother made her master when practising to seduce her future husband. Her eyes hooded with a smoky allure- mouth upturned in the slightest of coy smiles, Pansy brought a hand up to graze gently along Potter’s chest.

“So tense Potter.” She tsked. “Why don’t we just relax for a bit, and perhaps find…another way to resolve this little hiccup between us?” She cooed, trailing her fingers down his chest and across his abdomen. The firm muscles underneath his clothes were a delightful if confusing surprise but they were unimportant. She just needed him to cool down enough for her seductions to work.

Lower her hand went, nearly reaching his belt when it happened. Faster than she could even blink her wrist was caught in a tight grasp and the grip on her chin tightened even further, her cheeks now squished together so hard she could barely open her lips to speak.

“What-” Potter seethed. “-do you think you’re doing?”

Pansy grunted against his hold, shaking her head back and forth enough to loosen his grip on her face. “Let go of me!” She hissed.

“Was that your plan? What, to maybe flash your tits my way!? Suck my cock if need be and hope I’d let you go?!” Potter laughed, the sound sharp and cutting as he held firm against her thrashing. “You really are fucking pathetic Parkinson. But-” He began, releasing his hold on her without warning. Not expecting the sudden freedom, Pansy found herself stumbling to the ground with a small squeak of surprise. “- I’ll make you a wager.”

With a flick of his wand, a small hourglass appeared on the table behind her. The sand inside instantly began to filter through to the bottom, the timer already beginning.

“You have until that hourglass runs out to suck my cock. If you can make me cum before then, I’ll let you go. If not then we’ll both be taking a trip to McGonagall's office.” He explained, his former scowl now an infuriating smug smirk.

Pansy leaned back with a look as if she’d been struck. “WHAT?! Are you fucking mental Potter?! I’m not doing that!”

“Please- You were so eager to not ten seconds ago Parkinson, so don’t act all affronted now.” Potter scoffed.

“I- “ What could she say? He was right. Perhaps she was hoping it didn’t come to that but she had been preparing herself to blow him if need be to get out of this situation. 

“Time’s running out Parkinson.” Potter chimed.

Pansy took a breath, looking from the timer to Potter then back again. Sighing Pansy made her choice. Morgana did she hope Draco never found out about this…

With a flourish, the scowling witch shucked off her top, letting her bra-clad breasts bounce free from their former confines. She was by no means the most well-endowed girl in her year. Bones held that title by a mile. But she was curvy in her own right. With large grapefruit-sized tits, she held a bust that had many a boy in her year drooling at the barest sight of cleavage. With another flourish, her black lace bra fell away as well, revealing her round perky mammaries to Potter.

The wizard before her chuckled darkly as his emerald eyes eagerly took in the sight of her jutting tits. “I remember saying flashing your tits wasn’t gonna cut it Parkinson. If that’s all you're going to do I should just end things right here and call for McGonagall.”

The topless girl scowled, all previous apprehension forgotten. Growling, Pansy shuffled forward on her knees, grumbling to herself as she hastily grabbed the front of Potter’s jeans. The belt was thrown away easily, the clasp of his pants undone just as quickly before with a yank, she pulled his trousers down.

Her eyes just barely began to widen in surprise before-

‘SMACK!’ 

-something thick and meaty slapped against her face.

Staring in wonderment she took in the sight of his thick meaty cock. Pansy had never seen anything like it. Draco’s wasn’t even half this size the few times she gave her betrothed a handjob, and the bloody cock before her was still growing!

A dark chuckle broke her from her musings. “What were you saying about my cock earlier Parkinson? That it was a ‘dreadfully small target’?”

Pansy didn’t deign him with a response. Instead she huffed to herself and turned her attention abc to the cock hanging inches from her face.

‘So he’s got a big cock. Who cares? Probably will still cum in under a minute…’ She told herself internally, though in truth, part of her didn’t believe her own words.

Tentatively the witch reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of the lengthy member. She inspected it with a hint of wonder, eyeing the engorged head and purple veins running down the length. Giving it a few test strokes, she watched in rapt attention at the way the taut skin rippled from her caresses.

From above her Potter groned with impatience. “Merlin Parkinson! If you keep this up I’ll have died of old age before you make me cum, much less before the timer ends!”

“Oh will you just shut it?!” Pansy bit back with no small amount of annoyance.

Taking another breath, the brunette witch leaned forward and wrapped her plump, pouty lips around the tip of his cock. She only hesitated a moment, the small spike of arousal that ran through her body from having Potter’s cock in her mouth surprised her enough to falter her movements. Soon enough though she began, dutifully swirling her tongue around his cock head as she took him ever so deeper into her mouth. Inch by inch she teasingly took more of him in, using all of her mother’s instructions over the years to ensure this would be a very short blowjob.

From staring up at him with hooded lust filled eyes to using one of her hands to massage his bloated balls, Pansy did everything she could to force Potter to spill his seed. By now her mouth was moving at a steady pace, bobbing up and down his engorged length fast enough that saliva was dripping steadily down onto her bare breasts. Yet even despite her best efforts, Potter’s face remained stoically impassive. He had yet to even make a single bloody noise of affirmation much less hint that he was close to cumming! It didn’t make sense! Pansy may not be the most experienced at sex among the Hogwarts populace, but she at least knew she gave bloody fantastic blowjobs! The few times Draco allowed her to give him one always ended in just moments of having her tongue on his cock, surely that meant she was the epitome of oral skill.

Yet Potter was no more closer to cumming than he had been before she started swallowing his meaty length. It was…frustratingly addictive! With every bob of her head, Pansy found her body reacting more and more to the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her pussy throbbed with a desperate passion, and worse yet- she soon found herself moaning around Potter’s cock like some common cock-drunk whore!

“Enjoying yourself Parkinson?” Potter’s voice broke through her trance. Looking up at him, Pansy glared his way but said nothing, endeavoring not to give Potter anymore ammunition than he already had. Instead she resolved herself to keep her mouth moving, suckingly audibly on his length while her smirked down at her from above. “Not much time left now, you better really up the ante if you want to win our little wager.”

‘Oh I’ll fucking up the ante you wanker!’ Pansy growled internally.

Pansy closed her eyes and braced herself before sinking further down his length. It felt like eternity as inch by inch of his massive meat slid into her mouth before suddenly his tip hit the back of her throat. She fought down the urge to gag, having enough practice over the years to control her spasming throat. Opening her eyes and ignoring the rest of his length she hadn’t been able to swallow, she started bobbing her head back and forth viciously. Her tongue wriggled wildly upon the underside of his cock, making sure to sweep along the sensitive glans located on his base. Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth from the intensity of her movements, splashing upon her swinging breasts. He still had yet to even make a single noise, simply staring down at her with that smug expression of his that made her want to claw his bloody eyes out.

Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed onto his thighs for support before slamming herself upon the rest of his cock. The large member forced itself down her throat, way farther than any other had before. Her mind blanked at the feeling before she felt the absence of air. Her throat spasmed wildly in panic causing the girl to shoot off the dick. Her chest heaved, breathing in gulps of air in between coughs.

In the background, the shrill sound of the magical hourglass running out chimed throughout the small room. Pansy heaved the last of her coughs, looking back forlornly at the empty hourglass in defeat. Potter’s cock was still standing, stiff and proud before her while she was soaked from chin to tits in spit and tears. Mascara trailed down her cheeks and no doubt her short brunette hair was a mess. She lost.

“Awe don’t look so glum Parkinson. You gave it a good effort.” Potter chuckled, moving to pull his trousers back up. “I’ll give you some time to get cleaned up before we go to McGonagall.”

Pansy found her mouth moving before she could stop it. “Wait.” She said stiffly.

Potter paused, his brow raising with intrigued as he studied her kneeling form. 

Pansy glared venomously his way, her heart filled with a steely resolve as she stared him down. This wasn’t about getting out of trouble anymore. Potter had made it personal, this was now about proving a point.

“Double or nothing. I win, you let me go and don’t mention my part in this at all. You win, I’ll not only go with you to McGonagall, but I’ll also tell her everything I know about Draco’s plan.”

Potter hummed to himself, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “Hmm, what are the terms?”

Pansy nodded to the table at the far end of the room. “We fuck. Whoever cums first loses.”

It was the perfect deal. She knew from her one time having sex with Draco that all blokes spilled just from putting the tip inside her velvety cunt. Potter would be no different…right?

Potter’s face broke out into a wide smirk as he laughed. “You really are a conniving slut Parkinson! Deal.”

Pansy yelped as she was suddenly hauled to her feat by an unseen force. That same force wrenched her back, bringing her to a stop in front of the table. She had but a second to prepare herself before Harry appeared before her. One hand flashed up, grabbing her neck roughly while the other pushed her legs apart and knickers aside with one sweep. Before she knew it, Pansy was on her back against the table, one of Potter’s hands clasped around her throat cutting off her airway while the other was pushing two fingers deep inside her sweltering snatch.

The hand on her throat suppressed her moan of delight as Potter pushed his fingers deeper inside her wet pussy. She couldn’t fight off the delightful sensations emanating from her core. Part of her couldn’t help but wait in excitement for the thick cock that would soon be stretching her walls apart.

She didn’t have to wait long however, as Potter’s fingers suddenly pulled out of her slickened heat and was soon replaced by a large thick pole pushing past her lower lips.

It was unlike anything else she’d felt before. His cock was stretching her to unbelievable lengths. Her inner walls flexed hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuuuuucccccckkkk!” She moaned out, stars appearing in her vision just from the first penetration. Soon enough he was hilted entirely inside of her, his tip pressing hard into her cervix. She had never felt so full before and it was driving her wild. She felt him pause within her, a small chuckle breaking through her reverie as his grasp on her throat slackened.

“Merlin you’re fucking tight Parkinson!” He groaned. His hand moved down clasping tightly around one of her tits while the other moved down to thumb her swollen clit.

Pansy gasped lousy as he began to move, slowly pulling his cock out all the way to the tip before-

‘SCHLAP!’

With a wet clap of flesh, Pansy’s world exploded!

The stars in her vision from earlier grew in intensity, shining bright behind her closed eyelids as her pussy was pounded by Potter’s beast of a cock.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! He was supposed to cum after putting the first few inches in! That’s what happened with Draco…but he wasn’t Draco now was he? This entire time Pansy had been comparing Potter to her betrothed, expecting him to be exactly like Draco every step of the way. But Harry had already proven time and time again by now that he was most certainly not like Draco.

That point was driven home as a feeling that Pansy only ever experienced with her special toys hidden within her trunk began to build rapidly in her loins.

“O-o-ohhhhh fuuuuccccckkkk!” She cried, pushing her chest off the table. Her sudden orgasm wracked her body, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. Juices gushed out of her pussy, coating the thrusting Potter’s abdomen. He refused to relent though. Potter’s hips smashed ever harder against hers. His thumb moved rapidly, massaging her clit with frantic movements while Pansy screamed in absolute delight. She could feel her inner walls clamp desperately around him as she continued cumming, her pussy convulsing in frantic euphoria with every wet slap of his balls against her arse.

“Looks like I win Parkinson.”  Potter huffed above her, his hips never flattering as he continued to fuck me.

Pansy could only moan in response. Yeah he won, so what? She could hardly find the effort to care in that moment. Her mind was too far gone and an animalistic hunger for Potter’s cock had long taken over. She wanted more. She needed more.

Legs wrapping tightly around his hips, Pansy drew him deeper inside her, pulling him down with her arms for their foreheads to meet in the middle.

“Sh-Shut up and fuck me P-Potter!” She growled, ending her words by smashing her lips against his.

She was in heaven, pure and joyful heaven. The pure ecstasy running through her nerves right now was unlike anything she’d felt. As Potter slammed into her gushing cunt with renewed gusto, Pansy could only howl in delight while her mind chanted in obsessive approval. With each orgasm the wild convulsions caused her pussy walls to tighten harder around him and Pansy’s mind drew ever closer to unconsciousness. 

It was between the loud squelches of their rabid fucking that it happened. As Pansy’s whorish wails and slutty cries for more and harder and faster echoed off the walls, Potter suddenly slammed forward, stilling within her with a shaky breath. The sensation of something warm splashing against her inner walls signalled what happened. The brunette couldn’t help but shiver in a small shock of delight as Potter filled her aching womb with his cum. With every pulse of his cock she couldn’t help but note that he was cumming way more than Draco as well. Just another of the million small comparisons that she found herself making this night.

As Potter’s cock pulsed the final time inside her, she hummed in satisfaction. Moreso when he pulled free from her folds and she felt as his cum instantly began to leak from her used cunt.

“I’m gonna need a minute before we go anywhere.” Pansy groaned, sitting up as her legs trembled from her multitude of orgasms.

Potter chuckled and helped her up, surprising her by pulling her body close against his with his still hardened cock trapped between them. “How about we go triple or nothing hmm?”

Pansy’s moan of response as one of his hands snaked between her legs and onto her clit was her answer. Soon enough the room was filled with even more cries of pleasure as Harry drilled into her from behind. Bent over the table, Pansy could only bury her face into her hands and prepare herself for a long night.

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The door to the 6th Year Slytherin Girls’ dormitory creaked open. This time of night most of its inhabitants were long asleep by now, all except for one.

Daphne looked up from her nearly finished essay with a furrowed brow. Her frown only deepened as she watched as Pansy limped quietly inside the room, her clothes ruffled and hair an absolute mess. Peering closer, Daphne could just barely make out the trails of mascara and smeared lipstick that stained the brunette’s face in the dim light of their dorm.

“Late night?” Daphne asked as Pansy continued to limp inside.

The brunette huffed, throwing her bag across her bed. “You could say that.” Pansy replied hoarsely, continuing her way towards their shared bathroom.

Daphne hummed to herself as the door closed behind the limping girl. That was odd, but not the first time one of her roomates came back late with the tell tale sign of being thoroughly fucked. Just the first time she’s seen Pansy of all people make the walk of shame. Daphne could only wonder who the mysterious bloke was to have the brunette limping that bad. It certainly wasn’t Draco after all…

Before she could turn her attention back to her essay however, the bathroom door suddenly opened once more and Pansy’s head poked out.

“You’re meeting with Potter tomorrow night right?” The girl asked.

Now even more confused, Daphne put her essay away and nodded slowly. “I am… why?”

Instead of answering Pansy snorted and shook her head. “Bring a pepper up potion… maybe two just to be safe. You’re gonna fucking need ‘em.”

Before Daphne could reply the bathroom door closed once more and Pansy was gone. A muffled cry from within the only response she received from the girl for the rest of the night.

“Seriously?! I told him not to get his fucking cum in my hair!”
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Author’s Note

This chapter went on a bit longer than intended so the first study session with Daphne has been pushed back to next chapter. Keep an eye out for when it drops!

Thanks for reading!