Enslaved

Just to answer a question that MidnightLily brought up in my reviews. Yes Pansy is pretty much a human house-elf. She has given up her freedom to Harry and he controls her the same way he does Kreacher, which is the reason she doesn’t apperate like a witch and how she heard him in her head, as a house-elf is summoned the same way, (or so I gather from the books as every time Harry whispers for Dobby he pops up). Also, the reason Harry has not taken Pansy’s virginity is because he believes that at the moment she doesn’t want him. He wants Pansy to want to be with him or he won’t feel right about doing it.

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Accepting Your Body

Ron lay so still and pale in bed that Harry had to lean right over him every now and again to ensure that his friend was still breathing. He had hardly slept over the last two days worrying about Ron’s health. Apparently he was going to be ok, Hermione had told him that the wound was healing really well.

Ruffling his hair Harry tilted his head to the side, Ron looked dreadful. His eyes had deep circles beneath them and a thin line of perspiration had settled across his brow. He winced as he moved slightly. “Ron? Are you ok?”

“It hurts to move,” Ron replied quietly.

“Do you want anything?”

“No I’m fine. Where’s Hermione?” Ron wondered, opening his eyes a crack to peer around him.

“I think she’s having a shower,” Harry replied. “She’s been right by your side for the last two days, she’s been so worried about you.”

A weak smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “really?”

“Of course,” Harry said, “You know how she feels about you.” He sniggered, “you must do, Ron.”

“Well,” Ron’s smile grew wider, “I guess so.”

“Why don’t you tell her how you feel about her?” Harry suggested. “I mean, what have you got to lose? You’re already together, perhaps it could be just what you need?”

“I’ll think about it,” Ron mumbled.

Harry grinned, “fine, have it your way. Ron, I’m really sorry about what happened,”

Ron’s tired eyes rested on his friends face, “don’t be silly, Harry. It wasn’t your fault, it’s one of those things.”

“You don’t blame me?” Harry asked anxiously.

“Of course not. I knew what I was signing up for when I came along with you. We always knew it was dangerous. We’re mates, Harry.” Ron added firmly.

Harry smiled thinly. He wondered exactly how hard it would hurt if Ron punched him in the face. If Ron ever found out about what had happened with Hermione they wouldn’t be mates anymore, Ron wouldn’t want anything more to do with him.

Squeezing Ron’s hand tightly Harry forced his voice to come out light and normal. “Yeah we are mates. Best mates. I’ll see you in a bit, get some sleep.”

“Later, Harry,” Ron yawned and closed his eyes as Harry slid from the room.

Striding down the landing to his room Harry was startled to find Pansy in his room putting his laundry away. “Oh,”

She glanced up, her brown eyes turned hard and glassy as she surveyed him frostily. “Potter.” She acknowledged coldly before turning back to the draw.

Harry’s forehead creased into a frown, how dare she! She had been acting coldly towards him since the day they had tried to get into the Ministry. “Strip, Parkinson,”

Pansy froze at his demanding tone and bit on her bottom lip to keep herself from saying something that she shouldn’t. Her body stiff she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulder and kicked the material from around her feet. She had taken to not wearing underwear at all these days, it saved time with Harry.

Harry’s eyes wandered over her back down to the generous curving of her behind. He scowled angrily, why did he need her so much? He didn’t, not really, he told himself crossing to sit on the bed, he just needed her body.

“Parkinson,” he began as she turned to face him, “I’d like you to…”

“Harry, I want to talk to you…oh.” Hermione paused as she entered the room, her face turning red at the sight of Pansy Parkinson’s naked body.

“What do you want, Hermione?” He asked patiently.

Hermione didn’t hear him, she was busy examining Pansy’s body. Pansy’s breasts were a lot larger than her own and Hermione suddenly felt inadequate. Even though she noticed that her own hips and behind were smaller than Pansy’s, she knew Pansy had what would be called a curvy body, she was all generous dips and bumps. Jealousy darted through her, how unexciting her body must have seemed to Harry after he’d had his hands on Pansy.

“Hermione, are you finished staring at Pansy?” Harry asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Her face burning even hotter Hermione nodded, “Sorry,” she mumbled adverting her eyes to the floor.

Harry grinned, “you were having a nice long look, Hermione. What were you thinking?”

Sighing Hermione glanced up, she saw no reason as to why she shouldn’t tell the truth, it was a perfectly normal thing to do, compare her body with another girls. “I was thinking how much bigger Pansy’s breasts were to mine that’s all.” Anger speared her chest when she noticed a small triumphant smile on the other girls face. “Of course, my behind is a lot smaller as well.” She added.

Pansy frowned, “I agree, you’re a lot smaller than me all over. I have what‘s known as a full figure,” she said snidely.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she glared over at Pansy.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Let’s not argue about it. There’s nothing wrong with either of you, you happen to have different shape bodies that’s all. You shouldn’t be jealous of Pansy’s curves, Hermione.” He scolded lightly, “instead you should accept your body as it is, and learn to appreciate Pansy’s differences.”

“I suppose,” Hermione replied, slightly taken aback at Harry’s wise words.

“What better way to appreciate Pansy than to explore her body for yourself?” He suggested innocently.

Hermione blinked, “excuse me?”

“Oh, Hermione.” Harry sighed dramatically. “Don’t be so uptight, have fun with your sexuality. How do you know what you’re going to like if you won’t try?”

“I don’t want to touch a mud-blood,” Pansy complained.

Harry frowned, “you’ll do what I tell you to do.” He told her firmly. “Hermione, didn’t I tell you that things would be awkward at first? I thought you said you’d trust me to move past it? If your not going to trust me then there’s no point in continuing with our little lessons is there?”

Pansy’s eyes narrowed, “what lessons?”

Harry waved a hand dismissively, “I’m just helping Hermione out with some sexual education.” He was gratified to see that Pansy visibly stiffened at this news. He wondered if she was shocked or jealous? And became angry at himself finding that he was hoping it was the latter.

“Well Hermione?” He asked, pulling himself back into the present.

Hermione bit her lower lip. This wasn’t something that she wanted to participate in, but she knew if she didn’t then it would be the end of her lessons with Harry. Swallowing she began to unbutton her shirt determinedly. Harry was worth the small sacrifice of having to touch Pansy Parkinson.

Harry smirked but said nothing as Hermione undressed and placed her clothes neatly on the top of his little table. The two girls eyed each other warily, nervously, and power shot through him. He was the one completely in control of this situation and he settled back to enjoy it. “Whenever your ready.”

Hermione and Pansy inched towards each other.

“Perhaps you might want to start by learning not to be too jealous of Pansy’s breasts,” He suggested to Hermione.

Hermione nodded, she reached out and brushed her finger tips over the swelling of Pansy’s breast. Pansy mirrored her movements, her hand cupping the light weight of Hermione’s breast and brushing her thumb over the nipple.

Hermione’s hand stroked over Pansy’s skin, wondering vaguely how she managed to get it so smooth and soft. She gasped softly when Pansy rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, leaning closer to the other girl she pressed her lips to Pansy’s neck.

The scent of musk filled her nostrils and her body shivered as Pansy’s warm hands covered both her breasts, massaging the tender flesh. Her mouth moved over Pansy’s skin, down her chest to the large breasts that fascinated her and captured the ripe orb in her mouth.

Pansy moaned, her head falling back and her one hand sliding down Hermione’s side to grab her behind and pull her closer to her. Running her fingers up Hermione’s spine Pansy squeezed her breast with her other hand, circling the pink nipple with the tip of her index finger while Hermione’s warm mouth moved over her breast.

Hermione’s tongue flickered over Pansy’s nipple, her free hand exploring the rise and dips of her hips and thighs. A small whimper left her mouth when she felt Pansy’s tongue flicker over the shell of her ear, her hand making lazy strokes down her back.

Harry stared at them fascinated as Hermione raised her head and kissed Pansy, pulling her body into her own. But he was also slightly annoyed, somehow he had managed to lose all of the control and was left to be only an observer.

“Pansy, come here.” He commanded.

Pansy broke away from Hermione and moved over to him, dropping to her knees between his legs she smirked up at him and unzipped his trousers releasing his hardening cock. She licked the length of him once before drawing him into her mouth, satisfied to feel him harden completely against her tongue.

Hermione frowned as she watched Pansy’s dark head bobbing up and down in Harry’s lap. She couldn’t understand why he had asked Pansy to pleasure him. Didn’t he think she was capable of satisfying him the way Pansy did?

Harry groaned and sank back against the wall. “Touch her, Hermione,”

Kneeling beside Pansy, Hermione ran her hands over Pansy’s back, smoothing over her behind and gently brushing against the wetness between her legs. She pulled back uncomfortably, “I’m not sure, Harry.” Touching Pansy there was different to feeling her breasts, Hermione wasn’t sure it was the best of ideas.

Harry scowled, “touch her or forget any more lessons. Your choice,” he groaned again, his fingers sliding through Pansy’s hair, his hips lifting as she sucked hard against the pulsing head of his cock.

Hermione watched his face for a few seconds. Harry’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back and pure pleasure washed over his features. She wanted to know what to do to make Harry look like that, the only way she would know would be to do what he wanted her to do.

Carefully Hermione stroked her finger over Pansy’s wet entrance. She inserted her finger a little way inside her and had the gratification of hearing a low muffled moan come from Pansy’s throat. Encouraged by the response her finger slid fully inside the wet warmth of Pansy’s body. It was a completely new experience for her, Hermione had never even touched herself in this way, but she remembered how she had enjoyed Harry touching her and attempted to imitate his movements.

Pansy’s tongue stroked the underside of Harry’s cock slowly, temptingly, her eyes closing at the feeling of Hermione adding a second finger to her as she moved in and out of her body. She wished for Hermione to be far away, for there to be only her and Harry here and for him to be touching her body wanting to be with her the way she was aching for him.

As her orgasm washed over her Pansy let out a muffled cry, a wetness covering her inner thighs. She released Harry’s cock at the tap on the top of her head.

“Hermione, I want you to leave now,” Harry said, his voice strained.

Hermione looked at him in surprise. “Leave?” Wasn’t he going to touch her? Wasn’t Harry going to give her another wonderful orgasm?

“That’s right,” he replied, “move, Pansy,”

Her eyes met Harry’s and she shifted position, a smile of triumph on her face as she glanced up at Hermione.

Hermione angrily got to her feet and pulled her clothes on, “fine,” she muttered, leaving the room forcing herself not to slam the door behind her.

“Ready?” Harry asked getting to his feet and shedding his clothes.

“Yes,” she whispered, her body throbbing wildly.

As he knelt beside her an idea hit him and Harry suddenly rolled her onto her back. She looked so appealing to him, lying naked on his floor, her hair spilling over the floor and curling around her shoulders as she stared curiously at him.

Leaning forward he kissed her lightly, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he crawled as close to her as he could get.

“What….?” she began, but the rest of her sentence was lost on a low moan when she felt the tip of him pressing between her ass, gently seeking entry. Slowly, with devastating control easing himself in, forward, giving her the time she needed to adjust to the familiar feel of the width of him stretching her.

Harry’s emerald green eyes darkened as he watched her face flushed with pleasure. He had been determined to get her beneath him and now he had her, although not exactly in the position he wanted her. His hands held her hips and he groaned softly when he finally pushed completely inside her. He moved inside her slowly, withdrawing just enough to return, then repeating the movement to the deep warmth with renewed power.

Pansy gasped, her eyes closing and her chest heaving as pleasure swamped her. “Harry…” she breathed.

Harry moaned as he pulled out of her and pushed slowly back in again. She was so hot and tight wrapped around him that he could hardly breathe with pleasure. Her name left his lips in a low growl and his hands tightened their hold on her hips.

“Harry… kiss me…” she gasped pleadingly.

He complied to her request immediately, laying his mouth over hers. Her lips fell apart and his tongue invaded her mouth moving with a subtle skill that showed just how often he had been there before, knowing that just flickering his tongue over her own could send scurries of pleasure through her.

His lips left hers to press to her neck, to her shoulder and the swelling of her breast. Pansy gasped with delight, her hands curling through the unruly mass of black hair pressing him closer to her breast as she gasped his name.

Biting her nipple lightly he rolled the hardened nub between his teeth and she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp. “Harry! Harry!”

Harry groaned again, lifting his head to watch her face, as his body began to tense and shake. Her head was moving from side to side, her cheeks pink and loud moans coming from her parted lips. With one final thrust Harry came violently, deep inside her, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax.

Pansy screamed at the force of the explosion between her legs. Her juices seemed to rush from her and coat her inner thigh, and the softening member of Harry. If her legs hadn’t been supported by his shoulders Pansy knew they would have collapsed like melted jelly.

Exhaustion crept over Harry and he groaned as he lowered his body to hers, allowing himself to rest against her heaving chest, her legs moving to link around his and her arms wrapping around his waist.

He didn’t speak, but sighed contentedly as his eyes fluttered shut, “we’ll stay here for now, I haven’t got the energy to move,”

Pansy giggled lightly and rubbed his sweaty back soothingly. This was what she wanted, just her and Harry curled up together, wanting to be together. She didn’t know what was going through his head, but she was willing to indulge herself in his moments of kindness and gentleness whenever he saw fit to bestow them on her. He didn’t need to know that she craved his approval and attention though, it wouldn’t do for Harry to know that.