Enslaved

Syrup

Hermione sighed heavily and shot Ron an annoyed look. “Do shut up, there’s not much else we can do. I don’t like change of plans any more than you do, but we have to move quicker than we originally thought if we want any kind of victory in this war.”

Ron just nodded gloomily as he bit into his toast. “Wonder where Parkinson is? She makes better toast than I do.”

Hermione scowled over at him, “She shouldn’t be making you anything, Ronald. It’s horrendous what Harry’s done, it’s like going back into the bloody dark ages with human slaves.”

“Hum,” Ron mumbled, ducking his head over his plate of toast. The last thing he wanted was for Hermione to find out what was really going on between Harry and Pansy, and the small part he had played in it.

Hermione finished off her bowl of cereal, “I mean really, you can’t agree with what he’s doing surely, Ron?”

“Well…”

“It’s wrong on so many levels.” Hermione continued standing up and leaning over the table to pick up the pitcher of orange juice.

Ron’s eyebrows raised at the sight of her pert ass in his face. Without stopping to think about it he lifted his hand and connected his palm against her ass.

Hermione shrieked in surprise. She spun round and stared down at Ron in shock, he was grinning back at her, his eyebrows cocked.

“Did…did you just hit me?” Hermione asked, shock still registered on her face.

Ron grinned, “Not exactly, I spanked you.”

Hermione’s features darkened, her eyebrows knitting together in a scowl. “You did what?”

“Spanked you.” He repeated uncertainly.

“If you ever even think that again, Ron I’ll slap you.” Hermione warned.

It was Ron’s turn to scowl. “Why don’t you ever want to have any fun, Hermione?”

“Fun?” She echoed staring down at him. “In case it has escaped your attention, Ronald, we are in the middle of a war. During the precarious state of the wizarding world I feel that fun can take a back seat for now. Isn’t being alive in a decent world more important?”

“Harry’s getting it.” Ron muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just forget about it, Hermione.”

Hermione surveyed him for a few minutes but decided to ignore whatever nonsense he was spouting now and returned to her breakfast. “Morning, Harry.”

“Morning, Hermione.” Harry smiled happily over at her. “Alright mate?”

“Not really, Hermione’s changing the plans, she says we have to move quicker on the break in to the Ministry.” Ron informed him.

“Quicker? What’s wrong with next week like we planned?” He wondered sitting opposite them and grinning at Pansy when she entered the room. “Pancakes for me this morning, Parkinson.”

She nodded, and proceeded to make his breakfast while she listened with half a ear to their conversation. She almost dropped the plate when she realised that the plans they had been working on so diligently, the plans that had been making Harry so frustrated were to be moved up to two days away.

Fear spun through Pansy as she continued to listen and placed Harry’s breakfast before him. What if something bad happened to him? What if he went and never came back? Curling her hands into fists Pansy turned around and busied herself with clearing up the mess that Weasley had made.

Presently Hermione stood and motioned to Ron, “come along you, we have to make sure everything is packed and ready.”

Harry grinned at the murderous look on Ron’s face as he slumped after Hermione. “I think he likes her bossing him around really.”

“She needs a fucking orgasm.” Pansy responded tightly.

Harry jerked round to look at her in surprise. “What?”

“Too uptight that’s her problem.”

“Maybe.” He conceded placing his knife and fork on the plate. “But she’s usually right about things, so if she feels we should move quicker then I’m always happy to go along with her.”

Pansy’s face hardened, “Wouldn’t want to go against Miss Perfect would you? She’s likely to get you bloody killed.”

Harry titled his head to the side, “Would that bother you, Parkinson?” He was extremely conscious of the fact that he only referred to her by her first name when they were together, when he was so caught up in her, in the heated passion he felt only with her, when she was all he could think about.

Right now the soft and gentle kiss she had bestowed on him in the shower was all he could think about.

She swallowed, “I don’t want you to die do I? I’m not like that.”

Standing Harry slowly moved towards her, his hands resting on her hips. “I would have thought that you would want me to disappear off the face of the earth, you won’t be tied to me then.”

Unwillingly Pansy lifted her eyes to his face, she was extremely aware of her skin shivering beneath his touch. “Disappearing and dying are different things.” She replied, her voice quavering.

“Hum,” He agreed. “And I would be very sad to loose my little toy.”

She shivered again as his finger traced her jaw line. Absently her tongue traced the inside of her lip as he stared down at her, his eyes darkening with hunger for her.

Kissing her hard he unzipped her dressed and pulled the black silk over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the warm air of the room. Reaching behind her Harry retrieved the pitcher of syrup from the kitchen counter, his arm encircling her waist he manoeuvred her to the kitchen table, pressing her backwards so that she lay out over the hard wooden surface, her long black hair spilling around her face.

Pansy’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened and her skin danced with anticipation, she knew exactly what was going through his mind. A look of concentration on his face Harry titled the pitcher and grinned when Pansy gasped as the sticky liquid dribbled over her skin turning it a light gold.

Replacing the pitcher on the counter Harry bent his head, his tongue flickering over her skin, stroking her, making her dizzy. Pansy felt the bubble of moisture gathering between her legs when she gazed down at the incredibly erotic image of his dark head against her breast.

The golden taste of the syrup coupled with the sweet taste of Pansy’s skin swept his mouth as he inhaled the fresh scent of her. His mouth closed over her nipple sucking lightly, smiling at how responsive she was to him.

Her fingers curled through the wild mass of his hair and she pressed him closer to her. Pansy moaned, enjoying the feeling of his hot, wet tongue moving over her burning flesh. A smile graced her lips when she felt his hands slide beneath her dress and her legs automatically parted, the dampness of her thighs rubbing against each other.

She gasped when his hands began stroking her through the slick liquid that seeped from her. Pansy cried out, her body jerking and her fingers tightening their hold on the roots of his hair when she felt his fingers sink deep inside her.

“Oh, Merlin!”

Harry raised his head, “My name, Pansy. I only want you screaming my name.”

She nodded her understanding, her eyes closing and her body shaking with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Harry.”

Leaning over her Harry kissed her, a kiss that was full of desire as his free hand entwined his fingers with hers pressing his upper body flush against her chest. He growled deep in this throat, his thrusts into her moving swifter than before as he pressed the hardness of his cock into her stomach.

Pansy moaned, her body arching into his and a cry of disappointment left her when he released her and moved back from her body. “Harry?”

“It’s alright, Pansy.” Harry promised lifted her dress up into a bunching of silk at her thighs. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to try something we haven’t done yet.”

Excitement tingled through her, although at the same time Pansy had the feeling this would not be the moment she had been waiting for. His hands were strong, firm but gentle as he caressed her thighs, parting her legs a little more and she squirmed in anticipation.

Kissing her thigh softly, Harry could taste her excitement, her need for him, could see how her hips squirmed and her lips glistened as she waited for him to give her the pleasure she craved from him. The tip of his tongue touched lightly to her hardened clit and she gasped, her body jerking in surprise.

Pansy moaned, her hips lifting as she bit on her bottom lip, her mind was spinning, begging him to do something and not torture her any longer, but she kept the words from forming and leaving her mouth. It would not do to beg Harry Potter twice in one day.

All rational thought escaped her when she felt his tongue plunge deep within her. Pansy cried out, gathering fistfuls of his hair in her hands and holding him against her. Delightful sensations rippled through her body and an intense ache gathered between her legs that Harry’s tongue was doing well to work pass.

Harry gripped Pansy’s hips tightly to prevent her from moving around too much. He explored her completely, his tongue licking away the pooling heat that gathered again just as quickly, flickering over her hardened nub, prodding between her swollen lips causing her to scream out and her nails to dig into his skull.

Her back arched and she moaned weakly when Harry’s mouth captured her throbbing clit and sucked, his tongue moving over her in delicious circles.

“Harry!” Pansy shrieked, her skin burning as she panted breathlessly and her orgasm exploded into Harry’s mouth.

Harry groaned tasting the full flood of her climax against his tingling tongue, he relaxed his tight grip on her hips and kissed her leg.

“Oh! Granger!” Pansy yelled suddenly.

Harry scowled, his head shooting up in horror, “I’m Harry… oh.” He flushed when he realised that Pansy had not in fact been imaging Hermione during his activities, but that Hermione was in fact standing in the door way a look of shock on her features and her jaw hanging somewhere around her knees.

Hermione cleared her throat, her hand fluttering up to smooth her hair in an awkward gesture. “This is the kitchen table, we eat here, this is extremely unhygienic.”

“Sorry.” Harry replied from his position between Pansy‘s thighs as he stared at her stupidly.

“We eat here.” She repeated gesturing weakly, “Be sure to use extra cleansing charms.”

“Sure.” Harry responded frowning.

Hermione nodded briskly, twisted on her heel and almost ran from the room.