The Secret Life of Pansy Parkinson

A/N: sorry I haven\'t updated for so long!! I was in Lake Tahoe.

Pansy lay in her bed, still blushing. She had never been so embaressed in her life. Well perhaps the time her parents had tried to give her \"the talk\" and had ended up almost fucking right in front of her. When she was 13.

Janet had grabbed her teddy, performed a few highly complicated cleaning spells (her and I combined could be the perfect housewife, thought Pansy) and stalked off, still looking angry, disgusted, and perhaps worst of all, the tiniest bit turned on. Pansy had just grabbed her pyjamas and jumped back into her bed.

At least it was only Janet. And no one would believe anything Janet tried to tell them, after all, it was an open secret that she, a Slytherin, was dating Longbottom.

Still... the teddy had given her some very naugty ideas on how to surprise Draco. Or maybe Blaise. He was always one for new things.

Soon, Pansy fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was already late for class. Luckily it was double Potions first period, and Snape would definately not be mad at her. Esspecially since today she had a free period after potions. But maybe she could just stay down there in the dungeon...

Just as she had guessed, when she arrived in the classrroom, Snape merely told her to please be seated. Pansy flashed a small grin in his direction, at which he blushed barely noticably, and sat herself down, legs crossed so that her school uniform rode up her thighs a little.

During all of the lesson, Pansy barely registered a word, as she had been up so late the last nights and was very much in need of sleep. Or maybe some coffee to wake her up? Or a good fuck? Or Snape? Or all three!

As soon as class was over, Snape called across the classroom to her.

\"Miss Parkinson, a word about your tardiness if you don\'t mind!\"

Pansy walked towards the desk, and though half the class was still there, she removed her robes slowly and deliberately.

\"It\'s so hot in here,\" she whined, while uncovering her extremely short, pink jean shorts with little yellow, green and blue polka dots and a matching belly button free, spaghetti strap top with a very low neckline. These clothes were very much against the dress code, but instead of saying anything about this, Snape just let his hand wander over to her shoulder.

Now most of the students were gone, only a few overly curious Gryffindors remained.

Snape squeezed her shoulder ever so slightly, and Pansy, feeling herself getting turned on, wondered why Snape was not sending the students on their way.

He slipped his hand under her T-shirt strap, and pushed it down over her shoulder. Pansy decided to just play along, as she was actually slightly enjoying the stares of the Gryffindors. She moved her hand to cup her own breast casually, as she lifted her other arm out of the strap, and Snape moved to the other shoulder.


At this point, all of the Gryffindors with one exception, squrried out of the room. What they had seen up until then, they could write it off as anything but what they knew it was, but if they watched anymore, this would not be possible.

Pansy slipped her arm out of the other strap, exposing the breast she was not cupping with her hand. Snape ran his long, bony hands down her arms, and just lightly brushed her breast. Pansy could feel her nipples harden, and let her other hand fall to expose both round breasts and her flat stomach. Surprisingly, the Gryffindor boy in the back, some dark brown-haired, plump boy who Pansy recognized only by sight, was still there.

And he had taken something out of his bag, and was holding it in his hands. But Pansy was too busy to pay any attention to him.

Snape was tracing circles around her nipples with his hands, now and then taking a small pinch of Pansy\'s breasts into his fingers. Her nipples were growing harder and darker as her blood flooded her breasts. Finally she had had enough of his teasing, and stood up, pulling his face across his desk. Soon he had pulled her over onto the table, and somehow all of her clothes had been removed from her body.

Pansy lay back, and entagled her hands in Snape\'s greasy, long, black hair, pulling his face down to her pussy. His long, hawk-like nose was rubbing her stomach as his long, talented tounge entered her opening.

He licked up and down along her clit, and Pansy bucked into his mouth every so slightly. Up and down his tounge went, until Pansy was very close. But she pulled herself up into a sitting position before he could bring her any closer to the edge.

\"Wait,\" she gasped.

Pansy leaned over, and began to pull the high-colored black robes off of Snape\'s unnaturally thin, pale, yellowish body. No, he was not handsome, and he did not have a good body. But he was talented. And, of course, he had control over her potions grades.

Snape resisted her pulling his robes off, but when she gave his already errect cock a sharp squeeze, he stopped complaining, and instead, tried to pull her hand back to his throbbing member. Instead, Pansy took the shaft and placed the red tip at her entrance. Then she thrust the cock into herself with her own hand. She pushed it in and out once, twice, and then he took over, as she leaned back on the desk again.

They both cummed at almost the same time, and Snape fell limply onto her body once the last shudder and thrust were over.

Then Snape crawled off of the desk, pulled his robes on, and handed Pansy her clothes as well, which she put on.

\"So, Clarsborn, what are you planning on doing with those pictures?\" Snape asked.

\"Add them to my porno collection. It\'s called \'Sick but Sexy\'. I got Granger and the Weasly girl in a hot tub, but to make her fuck her brother and then to make the twin Weaslys join the fun, I used a lust potion. Of course that just makes people act on their fantasies, so...\"

\"Alright, Carlson. As long as no one like Minerva or Albus ever sees it, I don\'t care! Now get lost. You, too, Parkinson. By the way, I\'m sure your potions grade will be much better now. Don\'t you think?\"

Pansy nodded, surprised, thinking to herself that sex really did make this man more cheerful, as she and Carlson left the classroom, him still blabbering.

\"I did get McGonagall and Dumbledore. Without a potion. And I got McGonagall fucking that house elf, Dobby and having that other one eating her up. She must be desperate...\"

\"Hey, Carlson, can I see your collection some time?\" Partly, she just wanted him to shut up, but part of her was actually a little turned on yet again at the thought of all these images.

\"Sure,\" he answered, slightly surprised, but obviously delighted, and they both headed for their own dorms.