The Secret Life of Pansy Parkinson
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
126,792
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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In Love With Draco
OK, FIRST THINGS FIRST, THIS STORY WAS STARTED PRE HBP... SO ITS KINDA AU, YOUR CHOICE! Nothing really hardcore in this chapter. Just some cute lime.
Pansy walked down to McKinsey\'s quarters, this time for real, hoping that reality would be anywhere near as good as her dream. Though it was doubtful.
Sure enough, upon entering, Pansy saw that the room was merely another teacher\'s office, with a desk littered with papers, two chairs, one behind one infront of the desk, and many pictures on the walls. This room could get erotic though, she decided. Maybe a little pushing onto the desk and some \"teacher discipline\" to get her going. Or she could just do McKinsey some little \"favors\"?
\"Parkinson,\" McKinsey said, sounding not erotic or seducive at all, but harsh and strict.
\"Yes, what is it... Lisa?\" Pansy cooed.
McKinsey snorted.
\"You actually expect me to sleep with you and forget the little Zabini thing?\" She laughed, then added sarcastically, \"Dream on, my love.\"
\"You\'re doing lines. And, by the way, I\'m not gay.\"
Pansy was shocked. This was not expected. Although, if she thought it over... maybe it was. After all, the Gryffendors all loved her, didn\'t they?
Pansy sighed and sat down to begin writing.
\"You will write \'I will not behave like the slut that I am in the Great Hall\' until I tell you to stop. As fast as you can, I will be counting how many times you managed.\"
Pansy got out her quill and began to write furiously. What a disappointment. That dream had been so wonderfully hot. She was still unbelievably aroused. That Oliver Wood. She grinned a little. Asking couldn\'t hurt.
\"Professor McKinsey?\"
\"Parkinson.\"
\"Did you ever know Oliver Wood?\"
\"Olli? Yes, I did in fact,\" she sighed, looking reminicently happy, \"We played Quidditch together. He used to take me for long rides on his broomstick...\"
Pansy could barely keep a smirk off her face. McKinsey snapped out of it at the noise of amusement Pansy must have inadvertantly made and commanded Pansy to continue writing and leave her alone.
Pansy did as she was told, and was not allowed to leave until after midnight.
When she finally got to the common room, no one was up except for Draco, who was sitting by the fire, alone for a change, gazing into the fire.
Pansy walked up to him quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck from the back. Draco\'s reflexes were unbelievable,as he tensed up and almost flipped her onto her back.
\"Something wrong, love?\" Pansy purred into his ear.
\"No... no, I was thinking is all... come sit with me.\"
Pansy did as she was told and curled up next to Draco, her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her.
\"It\'s been too long, Draco... much too long.\"
\"Yes, love, I\'ve missed you.\"
Pansy rubbed her head against him, cuddling closer as Draco kissed the top of her head tenderly. Pansy smiled to herself. Yes, Draco Malfoy was capable of tender compassion, and yes, so was she. No one would have believed it, but Pansy knew that Draco and she when together were not the Sex God(esse)s they were to lovers or the asses they were to enemies otherwise. Although they had had some pretty hot sex. Including chains and ropes and dark dungeons...
\"Pansy, dear, do you love me?\" Draco sounded so helpless, so small, but so loving.
\"That\'s not like you at all,\" Pansy said lightly, attempting a joke. She, too, could care about more than sex, but still she felt unsure when confronted with this side of Draco.
\"Pansy, don\'t joke. I need to know!\"
\"Have you made Granger pregnant or something?\"
\"I said don\'t joke with me.\"
\"Yes, stupid, I love you. I\'ve slept with you much more than I have with anyone else, isn\'t that enough?\"
Draco laughed a little and placed his head on hers. Pansy snuggled even closer so she was almost on his lap, her legs curled under her body. Pansy sighed in content as the two just sat there gazing into the fire for a long time.
Then Draco placed a hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. His lips touched hers and almost instinctivley Pansy moved to deepen the kiss. Draco moved his hand from Pansy\'s face to wrap her in his arms and she cupped his face in her hands. When they broke apart for breath Draco didn\'t let go of Pansy and held her like he might lose her if he let go.
Pansy moved her own arms to return his embrace, and they were silent, embracing on the soft couch. Pansy looked up into his face.
\"Kiss me!\" she implored.
Draco complied willingly, his tounge exploring every corner of her mouth as though he had never been there before. He was ravishing her, and Pansy felt like the sweetest candy every made. Their tounges were dancing to the rythm of their beating hearts.
\"Draco?\"
\"Hmm?\"
\"I really do love you.\"
\"I know.\"
Pansy walked down to McKinsey\'s quarters, this time for real, hoping that reality would be anywhere near as good as her dream. Though it was doubtful.
Sure enough, upon entering, Pansy saw that the room was merely another teacher\'s office, with a desk littered with papers, two chairs, one behind one infront of the desk, and many pictures on the walls. This room could get erotic though, she decided. Maybe a little pushing onto the desk and some \"teacher discipline\" to get her going. Or she could just do McKinsey some little \"favors\"?
\"Parkinson,\" McKinsey said, sounding not erotic or seducive at all, but harsh and strict.
\"Yes, what is it... Lisa?\" Pansy cooed.
McKinsey snorted.
\"You actually expect me to sleep with you and forget the little Zabini thing?\" She laughed, then added sarcastically, \"Dream on, my love.\"
\"You\'re doing lines. And, by the way, I\'m not gay.\"
Pansy was shocked. This was not expected. Although, if she thought it over... maybe it was. After all, the Gryffendors all loved her, didn\'t they?
Pansy sighed and sat down to begin writing.
\"You will write \'I will not behave like the slut that I am in the Great Hall\' until I tell you to stop. As fast as you can, I will be counting how many times you managed.\"
Pansy got out her quill and began to write furiously. What a disappointment. That dream had been so wonderfully hot. She was still unbelievably aroused. That Oliver Wood. She grinned a little. Asking couldn\'t hurt.
\"Professor McKinsey?\"
\"Parkinson.\"
\"Did you ever know Oliver Wood?\"
\"Olli? Yes, I did in fact,\" she sighed, looking reminicently happy, \"We played Quidditch together. He used to take me for long rides on his broomstick...\"
Pansy could barely keep a smirk off her face. McKinsey snapped out of it at the noise of amusement Pansy must have inadvertantly made and commanded Pansy to continue writing and leave her alone.
Pansy did as she was told, and was not allowed to leave until after midnight.
When she finally got to the common room, no one was up except for Draco, who was sitting by the fire, alone for a change, gazing into the fire.
Pansy walked up to him quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck from the back. Draco\'s reflexes were unbelievable,as he tensed up and almost flipped her onto her back.
\"Something wrong, love?\" Pansy purred into his ear.
\"No... no, I was thinking is all... come sit with me.\"
Pansy did as she was told and curled up next to Draco, her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her.
\"It\'s been too long, Draco... much too long.\"
\"Yes, love, I\'ve missed you.\"
Pansy rubbed her head against him, cuddling closer as Draco kissed the top of her head tenderly. Pansy smiled to herself. Yes, Draco Malfoy was capable of tender compassion, and yes, so was she. No one would have believed it, but Pansy knew that Draco and she when together were not the Sex God(esse)s they were to lovers or the asses they were to enemies otherwise. Although they had had some pretty hot sex. Including chains and ropes and dark dungeons...
\"Pansy, dear, do you love me?\" Draco sounded so helpless, so small, but so loving.
\"That\'s not like you at all,\" Pansy said lightly, attempting a joke. She, too, could care about more than sex, but still she felt unsure when confronted with this side of Draco.
\"Pansy, don\'t joke. I need to know!\"
\"Have you made Granger pregnant or something?\"
\"I said don\'t joke with me.\"
\"Yes, stupid, I love you. I\'ve slept with you much more than I have with anyone else, isn\'t that enough?\"
Draco laughed a little and placed his head on hers. Pansy snuggled even closer so she was almost on his lap, her legs curled under her body. Pansy sighed in content as the two just sat there gazing into the fire for a long time.
Then Draco placed a hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. His lips touched hers and almost instinctivley Pansy moved to deepen the kiss. Draco moved his hand from Pansy\'s face to wrap her in his arms and she cupped his face in her hands. When they broke apart for breath Draco didn\'t let go of Pansy and held her like he might lose her if he let go.
Pansy moved her own arms to return his embrace, and they were silent, embracing on the soft couch. Pansy looked up into his face.
\"Kiss me!\" she implored.
Draco complied willingly, his tounge exploring every corner of her mouth as though he had never been there before. He was ravishing her, and Pansy felt like the sweetest candy every made. Their tounges were dancing to the rythm of their beating hearts.
\"Draco?\"
\"Hmm?\"
\"I really do love you.\"
\"I know.\"