Enslaved

Taking Back Control

Pansy sat quietly in the living room of Griummald Place biting nervously at her thumb. Harry, Ron and Hermione had left early this morning to go to the Ministry of Magic and she was terrified that Harry wouldn’t come back.

She glanced up at the clock and was highly irritated to see that only five minutes had passed since she had last looked. Kreatcher was shuffling along the corridor just outside the room muttering to himself and Pansy had the urge to kick the offending creature just to stop the insane ramblings.

“Shut up! Shut up you stupid thing!” She yelled hysterically. “Just shut up!”

Kretacher glared icily at her and shuffled away into the darkness. Pansy let out a long breath and rubbed the back of her tense neck, she shouldn’t be sitting here doing nothing but worrying, time would go a lot faster if she kept busy.

Determinedly she stood and stalked into the kitchen, she would scrub the floor the muggle way, that would take a long time and keep her mind off everything. Pansy filled a bucket with soapy water and retrieved a scrubbing brush from beneath the sink, pulling on a pair of gloves she hiked her skirt around her thighs and knelt on the floor. Fixing a steely expression on her face she dipped the brush into the water and viciously began to scrub the tiled floor.

Within minutes Pansy was on her feet again rushing into the living room to check the time of that clock compared to the one in the kitchen. She let out a load groan of annoyance, this was stupid! Harry would be fine, he’d come through worse than sneaking into the Ministry of Magic before now. She returned to the kitchen and attempted to sing while she cleaned the floor.

Pansy! Pansy! Can you hear me?

Pansy paused and looked up, she’d just heard Harry’s voice she was sure of it.

Pansy! Listen to me, I need you to come to me, Ron’s splinched we need help.

She suddenly had the strongest impulse to go to Harry. Standing up and peeling off her gloves she hurried to the library where she remembered seeing books on how to cure magical wounds. Summoning bandages from upstairs she stood in the library with the book clutched firmly in her hands and concentrated on his voice in her head. An unfamiliar tugging sensation swept over her, she cried out when she felt her feet leave the solid floor beneath her and she was flying thorough space.

Pansy screamed, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she fell out of the sky and landed on something soft that grunt irritably.

“There’s an entire field for you to land in and you had to land on me,”

“Harry?” Pansy’s eyes flew open and she stared down into his face that was mere inches from her own. “What’s going on?”

“Your tied to me remember, I control you in the same way I do Kreatcher, you have to come to me when I call you. No matter where you are you can hear me. Everything went wrong, they knew we were impostors so we had to get out of there fast and Ron got splinched,”

Pansy turned her head to Ron who was lying moaning on the ground next to her, Hermione was busy looking after him. “Here, I brought this book for you and some bandages.”

Hermione snatched them from her, leafing through the book frantically as she searched for the charm she needed. “It’s a severe wound, I don’t know if we can take him back to the house through apperation,” she bit her lip worriedly.

Harry frowned, “what do we do?”

Hermione looked up, “Pansy, I need your help, I need you to take Ron back to the house. Only you can do it, your power of transport is different to apperation, with apperation you go where you want to go, but you don’t; your like a house elf, you go were Harry’s tells you to go. It’s slightly different.”

Pansy nodded, “the feeling wasn’t the same, I wasn’t being squeezed but pulled, like I was flying. I’ll take him.”

Kneeling beside a pale Ron, Pansy carefully gathered him into her arms. He whimpered in pain and Hermione shushed him soothingly. Holding him tightly for fear of dropping him through her flying experience Pansy told Harry she was ready.

“I want you to take Ron back to his bedroom at Grimmuald Place.” Harry told her firmly.

The odd sensation flowed through her again and the strong urge to obey came alive within her. Closing her eyes and tightening her hold on Ron Pansy felt herself leaving the soft grass and flying through the air again.

She was just tucking Ron into bed when she heard the voices of Harry and Hermione on the floor below her. Their feet trampled up the stairs and Hermione flew through the door almost knocking Pansy to the floor as she shoved past her to get to Ron.

“Will you get him a drink? Can someone get me a bowl of cool water and a cloth?” Hermione fussed around Ron not looking up and Harry used magic to summon the things she wanted.

“We’ll leave you to it,” Harry said, taking Pansy’s arm and tugging her from the room.

Pansy went with Harry into his room and he sank down on the bed in a weak heap. “Are you ok?” She knelt beside the bed examining his face carefully.

“Yeah, it was a mad rush at the end, I feel responsible that Ron got hurt.”

Pansy snorted, “I told you Granger would get you all killed didn’t I? It was her idea to move things up Harry, it’s her fault.”

“It’s no-ones fault, not really, it’s just one of those things.” Harry sighed heavily and rolled onto his stomach pressing his face into the pillow and groaning with frustration.

Pansy rubbed his back gently, she could feel the tense muscles in his shoulders, she could even understand why he felt guilty over Ron getting hurt; but she was so glad it was Ron and not Harry. The terror she had been feeling all day had left her and she could feel only relief that he was back and unscathed.

Rolling on this back Harry sighed again and ruffled his hair, “what do we do now that Ron is out of action?”

“Lay low for a few days, see what the Death Eaters do,” she advised, brushing her hands softly over his cheek. “It’s their move now,”

Lowering her mouth to his she kissed him gently. Harry’s lips parted immediately his tongue entering her mouth quickly, taking comfort in the familiar act of kissing her and the familiar taste of her.

Comfort? From Pansy Parkinson? That didn’t feel too good, that meant he was beginning to rely on her, that he might start needing her for her rather than her body. Harry would not allow that to happen, he was the one who was going to break her not the other way around.

His fingers curled into her hair, pressing her lips harder to his as his mouth attacked hers. His kiss turned instantly from soft and gentle to hard and demanding. His lips crushing, brutally bruising and Pansy whimpered at the rough treatment of her mouth.

Yanking her head back he glared down at her, “I need you now,” he told her, his voice low and far from the seductive wheedling tone he had taken to using with her.

Pansy didn’t have time to wonder what had suddenly changed before Harry and moved, flinging her face down on the bed and flipping the back of her dress up. She felt his hand run over the smooth skin of her bare ass and he squeezed the one cheek painfully.

He wouldn’t need her, he didn’t need her, Harry told himself. He didn’t need Pansy Parkinson, he just wanted to control her, to break her, to make her beg him.

Undoing his trousers Harry released his throbbing cock and eyed her hungrily. She hadn’t begged him to take her yet so he wouldn’t, not like this, it wasn’t his style. But he would have her, he would still show her who was boss, he’d show her that he didn’t care, that he didn’t need her.

Because he didn’t!!

Kneeling on the bed between her legs Harry’s hand parted the pale cheeks of her ass slightly. His index finger prodded at her, pushing into her and he heard the small gasp that came from her. It didn’t affect him, why should it? Why should he continue giving her pleasure? He was the one in control wasn’t he?

Harry didn’t speak to her as he pulled his finger from inside her and shifted his hips forward. He didn’t speak to her as the tip of his now pulsing cock moved between her ass and pressed into the tight rosebud hidden snugly away.

Pansy bit her lip, she heard him cast a lubrication charm but was too busy trying to work out what had suddenly happened to worry about what he was planning on doing, after all, he had been rough with her before.

She have a cry of pain as without warning Harry thrust himself roughly inside her. He groaned as he slid deep inside the warm, tight entrance and gripped her hips tightly. Pulling back he pushed harder back inside her.

He didn’t need her.

Harry forced himself deeper still.

He didn’t want her.

Harry thrust roughly at her, his fingers digging into her skin.

He felt nothing for her at all.

Harry pulled back almost all the way and brutally thrust the length of his cock back inside her.

“Yes!” Harry cried out in pleasure, his eyes closed and his head titled back. She was so tightly wrapped around him that the hard thrusts he gave her bestowed an amazing friction against him that Harry almost couldn’t bare it.

“So good,” he groaned with delight. “Yes!” Harry sped up, pushing harder, his balls slapping against her every now and then with his particularly rough thrusts. “Fuck!”

He could feel her pulsing around him, her walls closing in on him and Harry cried out again pounding faster into her ass his climax crashed over him and he emptied himself inside her. “Fuck me,” he hissed breathlessly. His knees felt as if they had clamped up and all strength had left him. “I need a rest, get out of here,”

Pansy pulled herself up when she felt him slide from inside her. She didn’t look at him but quietly left the room and went to lie on her own bed. Moving hurt, she was extremely sore but she couldn’t deny the fact that her pride had taken the most severe beating of all. She couldn’t believe she had thought Harry could be a decent person!

Lying flat on her stomach Pansy sighed heavily, and fought to keep her tears away. She couldn’t understand what had suddenly changed, why Harry felt the need to go back to treating her like he had before. He had just fucked her as he had done the first time, roughly, with no thought to her at all, just taking what he wanted from her. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to take his trousers off!

Scowling at herself Pansy set her jaw determinedly, well he could do what he liked she couldn’t stop him. But she’d be dammed before she admitted he had hurt her feelings in any way, if Harry wanted to go back to how they had been only days ago, then he was going to have to apologise, she wouldn’t be nice to him, no way!