The Secret Life of Pansy Parkinson

Blaise stopped nipping at her neck, shuddering slightly as he came. Blaise never let anyone really notice when he was coming. But Pansy always did. And she always made him cum.

Pansy moaned as he moved his hands to her breasts, and did a slow-motion version of the typical \"flick & twist\" as Pansy called it.

But his hands did not linger on her breasts. Slowly, they moved down her body, making little circles or just running his fingers down, sending shudders through her body. He moved from her breasts down, holding them up to rub underneath, then moving down to her stomach, making small circles until he reached her hips.

There he stopped, running his hands over her ever-so-slightly jutting hip bones. Blaise took a hold of them, and made as though he was going to push her butt onto his soft shaft once more, but instead, he picked her up (Pansy being much lighter because of the water in the hot tub) and turned her over.

Now they lay, chest to chest, and Pansy could feel his breast rising and falling, as he breathed slowly. Then she felt his breath hitch, as she rubbed her opening against his shaft almost unconciously.

\"Oh, Pansy, let me fuck you!\"

Blaise was always once to talk dirty, something Pansy loved about him. Draco was usually more gentelmanly, even in bed, or else he was very rough. Of course, she loved these two as well, but what Blaise did...

Espcially when he used that deep, sexy voice that he claimed to save only for her. And when he growled into her ear, asking for permission to fuck her, or else demanding the right to fuck her, she was just felt like she had died and gone to hevan in his arms.

The only time she had hated that voice was the time he had said those three words.

\"I love you,\" he had whispered into her ear, and she had been so taken aback that she had stopped participating in their wild sex.

They had been going out, but Pansy had been promised to Draco since birth. And that was the way she wanted it...

But when Blaise had said those words, she had wanted to hold him forever, yet she had wanted to push him away at the same time.

Just as Blaise was about to poke into her entrance, they heard a desperate sob coming from a bath somewhere Pansy couldn\'t see.

\"What was that?\"

\"Someone crying, I think\"

\"Let\'s go check.\"

Pansy clambered out of the hot tub, and reluctantly, Blaise followed.

They walked over to the tub the noise was coming from. And there, sitting in a hot tub in the corner, was none other than Harry Potter.

He did not have as good a body as Pansy had heard rumored. Actually, his build was quite similar to Draco\'s, though she found Draco looked far sexier.

Potter was thin, too thin for a boy, and he had not many muscles. All in all, he was too close to scrawnieness for Pansy\'s taste. Still, right then he looked so helpless and so small, that she was almost turned on by his obviouis hurt.

Being Pansy, Sex Godess of Slytherin, this was of course to be expected. But her feeling of pity was not.

Potter was sobbing, head in his hands in what was obviously a rare reavealance of true feelings.

\"Sirius,\" he sobbed, \"I\'m sorry. It was all my fault. I\'m so sorry. My fault.\"

And he returned to his sobbing, shoulders shaking. He hadn\'t noticed Pansy and Blaise yet, so the two snuck back to their hot tub.

However, once back, Blaise looked at the time, and realizing he was missing something obviously very important, he left.

Feeling very cheated, Pansy wandered almost idily back to Potter\'s tub, still naked.

In a sudden and unexpected burst of niceness, also to do with her unquenchable lust, she decided to help Potter. In such a vulnerable state, he should be easy.

She snuck up behind him, just as she had with Blaise, and did the same little trick, involving the sudded grabbing of the cock.

Potter almost jumped up to the celing, then, without looking said: \"No, Myrtle, not now, please. I want to be alone.\"

Now it was Pansy\'s turn to be shocked. Potter had himself done by Moaning Myrtle. Couldn\'t exactly be very satisfying, could it?

\"I\'m not her, honey, I\'m flesh and blood,\" she whispered into his ear.

Potter turned to look, but Pansy removed from hand from his growing cock to gently push his look away from her.

\"Shh, honey, don\'t look at me. I\'m just here to make you feel better. It wasn\'t your fault. Otherwise, would I be here to make you feel good, honey?\" she rasped seductively, and Potter, obviously welcome to accept any proof, no matter how stupid that he wasn\'t guilty.

Pansy began to rub his cock, which just kept growing, until she gasped at the size. He had to have the largest in all of Hogwarts. At least these rumors were true. Better than true.

Finally, Pansy couldn\'t take it anymore, and before he even cummed once, she moved around, and slinked up his legs, licking all the way.

When she reached the sensitive spot, she began to lick and suck at everything except for it. When she finally turned her attentions to it, she could already taste the precum on the tip. Only a few swirly licks later, and he was there.

It was funny how every boys sperm tasted different. And Potter\'s was definately wonderful. It was bitter, yes, but in a sweet way. Usually, Pansy wasn\'t the phillosophic type of girl, but in some ways the taste of him reflected who he was.

It was then that he recognized her.

\"Parkinson! It\'s YOU?\" he yelled in shock, his mouth haning wide open.

Pansy grinned at him, and taking advantage of his gaping mouth kissed him, letting him taste himself on her swirling tounge.

\"Just remember, honey, it wasn\'t your fault. And you deserve to be treated well, and you deserve a good blow-job once in a while.\"

She winked, slipped out of the hot tub, and walked back to her bath robe.