Enslaved

Challenge Accepted

The next few days dragged by for Harry. Hermione kept disappearing off to The Burrow every chance she had to visit Ron, and Harry was left alone. Pansy was still at Ron’s side, he hadn’t seen her for three days and Harry missed having her around.

Biting his lip distractedly Harry shifted around in his chair as he stared at the piece of parchment he was holding. Remus Lupin had sent it to him via Hermione the last time she had been to visit Ron. Remus now thought it was time to act, to make their move on the Death Eaters and Harry was worrying about it.

Fighting didn’t bother Harry in the slightest, he wasn’t afraid to die at all. Death was unavoidable, even if you happened to be Voldemort. That thought made him smile a little. He enjoyed the fact that Voldemort didn’t know what they were all up to, Harry was glad he had relented under the constant complaints of Hermione to inform the Order what Dumbledore had told him.

“The more people involved the quicker things move,” he told himself. Sighing Harry dropped his head back against the chair, he missed Pansy. She was still mad at him, he knew that much, she hadn’t come back to the house since leaving in the middle of the night with Ron.

“Pansy, Pansy.” Harry muttered, crumpling the parchment up in his fist he stood and made his way to the stairs intend on having a lie down before Hermione came back with her frosty attitude.

Hermione had not taken his rejection of her very well at all and Harry had indeed been suffering for it with cold looks and icy responses. One of the better things about it was that Hermione now avoided him as much as she could, she spent most of her time with Ron at The Burrow, at least as much time as she was able to manage, they didn’t want to run the risk of someone discovering she and Ron were there.

Flopping down on his bed Harry dug about under his pillow for the silky fabric of Pansy’s nightgown. He had taken to sleeping with this particular garment hidden under his pillow, it made him feel closer to her, and Harry was miserable enough during the day now that Pansy wasn’t around, without having gloomy dreams as well.

At the sound of footsteps outside in the corridor Harry called out, “I’m in here, Hermione. How’s Ron? Back early aren’t you?”

“It’s not Hermione,” Pansy’s voice informed him from the doorway. “What did you want?”

Harry jerked round, feeling a little guilty and rather ridiculous that she had found him with her nightgown, although he conceded that she hadn’t yet noticed. “Um…. What?”

“You called me.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did, I heard you.” Pansy retorted flicking her hair over her shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“I didn’t realized that I called you,” Harry admitted, scratching his head and stuffing her nightgown back under his pillow.

She raised an eyebrow slowly, “you called my name twice, Potter.”

“Oh, right, um…, I didn’t actually want you, I was talking to myself.” Harry replied flustered, his cheeks beginning to turn warm.

Pansy sighed heavily a look of annoyance crossing her face. “Next time can you remind yourself that you’re talking to yourself and not waste my time?”

“Sorry. How’s Ron?”

“Much better, Mrs Weasley says that he’ll be just fine in another few days.”

“Well enough to come back here?” Harry asked hopefully.

Pansy nodded, “Yes, but not well enough to really do anything. He has to stay in bed and rest.”

Harry smiled and relaxed against the pillow. “It’ll be great having Ron back, I’ve been board senseless without him,”

Pansy’s dark eyes swept over him and her top lip curled slightly to show her distasted before she spoke, “If I remember correctly, it wasn’t Ron who was occupying you,”

Harry’s spine stiffened and he glared at her. Pansy always made him feel guilty and he hated that she had the ability to do so. “Shut up. I don’t remember asking your opinion,”

Folding her arms across her chest Pansy returned his glare with ice cold eyes. “No you didn’t. May I leave now? I don’t really wish to be around you more than is completely necessary,”

Anger pounded its way through his body and his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. It was now extremely obvious to Harry that he had upset Pansy more than he thought he had, and she was attempting to punish him. He was determined that she wouldn’t see how much her frosty attitude towards him hurt, if Pansy Parkinson wanted a battle of wills, then he was more than willing to engage in one with her.

Harry clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “I told you once before that I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect from you. Strip and get over here,”

Pansy’s entire body stiffened for one brief moment, her eyes flashing dangerously as she removed her clothes, the angry flush of red across her cheeks telling Harry she was ready to punch him in the face if given half the chance.

She crossed to the bed and stood beside him. Although Pansy never uttered a word, Harry could feel the fury coming from her like shock waves.

Gripping her wrist he yanked her across his knees and raised his hand bringing his open palm into contact with her bare behind with such force that she couldn’t contain her cry of pain. Harry smirked and restrained the urge to laugh, knowing Pansy the way that he did, Harry knew she would be annoyed with herself for letting that cry escape her.

Pansy was annoyed and her Slytherin mind was spinning frantically to think of a way to pay Harry back for this injustice. He was the one in the wrong not her! Biting on her bottom lip, Pansy managed a small smile, Harry liked to think that he was in control, that he was the one with the power, but she knew differently. Pansy knew the noble Harry Potter felt guilty over his associations with Hermione, she could feel it, see it in his face; although Harry himself didn’t know she could see it.

Determined to show him that she could play his games now, Pansy released her hold on her bottom lip and moaned.

Harry’s hand faltered in his action of spanking her, unsure if he had in fact just heard that pleasurable sound coming from her.

Wiggling over his knee Pansy dipped her back, pushing her behind up in the air. “Again, Harry,” she breathed quietly.

“What?” Harry blinked in surprised.

“Don’t stop, Harry,” she responded, giving a low moan for emphasis.

Harry’s eyes narrowed again, he didn’t ever remember Pansy being so fond of being spanked when he was angry. “Like it do you?”

“Hummm,” Pansy wiggled again, her entire body jerking when Harry’s hand collided loudly with her behind again.

“If you like it so much, I think I can do better than this,” Harry said shoving her off his lap and reaching for his wand.

Pansy watched him suspiciously as he pointed his wand at the ruler that sat on his little desk. The ruler shifted form as she watched and Pansy swallowed, her eyes widening in horror when Harry picked up the black leather whip that now replaced the ruler.

“I’m getting quite good at transfiguration now, wouldn’t you say?” he asked innocently, trailing the tip of the whip over the swelling of her breasts.

Pansy didn’t reply, she watched his eyes as he watched hers, just waiting for a sign of weakness. The tip of whip moved over her breast to brush over her nipples, her body betrayed her immediately as they hardened at the light touch.

Harry’s eyebrow raised mockingly as he moved to the other breast, causing her nipples to harden even more. Moving the whip down the flatness of her belly towards the dark patch of curls between her legs, Harry’s eyes met hers and he saw how her pupils dilated when he touched the whip lightly to her clit.

“Not moaning now?” Harry asked huskily.

Pansy bit her lip but didn’t reply. She couldn’t understand why this was turning her on so much. Did she really enjoy having Harry dominate her in such a way? A small gasp left her when Harry pressed against her clit and began to move the whip slowly over her.

She moaned quietly, her legs automatically parting, inviting him to touch her should he want to. Her breasts quivered and her fingers curled into the duvet cover beneath her. Pansy had missed Harry’s touch and she desperately wanted to feel his hands on her body, her eyes fluttered as she moaned his name deep in the recess of her throat.

Sliding the whip lower Harry moved it carefully between her wet folds and Pansy moaned again, lifting her hips slightly in the hope it would encourage Harry to touch her.

Harry shifted on the spot, his hard cock aching to slide inside her, to feel her wrapped around him. But she hadn’t asked him yet, she hadn’t asked him for anything. Annoyed that he had hadn’t managed to make her at least beg for his touch, Harry commanded, “Turn over,”

Pansy’s eyes shot open and she glared up at him reproachfully.

Cocking his head to the side Harry surveyed her for a few moments. “Don’t want to huh? Well, if you would be willing to beg, I could come up with something else to do,”

Straightening her shoulders Pansy rolled over onto her stomach. She’d be damned if she was going to beg Harry Potter for anything.

“You’re a very awkward little slave, Parkinson,” Harry observed, trailing the whip over the smooth flesh of her ass. “Are you sure you don’t want to beg?” he coaxed, dipping the whip between her legs.

Pansy moaned in response, closing her eyes and shaking her head firmly.

“You can’t say I didn’t give you the option. Now you’re just going to have to take your punishment,” Harry raised his arm and brought the whip down upon her ass with a loud crack. Pansy gave a cry of pain and Harry jumped in shock, he hadn’t expected to hit her that hard. He stared at the long red mark that stood out starkly on the creamy skin, a surge of power shooting through him knowing he was in the position to continue or stop as he saw fit.

Lifting his arm again, Harry brought the whip down on the other side of her ass. She jumped at the motion, but this time Pansy managed to keep herself from crying out. Harry’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown, he could almost feel the challenge radiating from the naked girl on the bed, she was practically taunting him to go further, to see if he could make her scream again.

Harry didn’t particularly want to hurt Pansy, but he couldn’t resist the power the challenge offered him. To have her completely at his mercy, knowing he could give her pain or pleasure as he wanted to had his cock throbbing unbearably.

Straddling his legs to give himself better balance, Harry raised the whip and brought in down against Pansy’s soft flesh again and again, making sure to vary his strokes so that she never knew where to expect the next blow.

As the harsh red welts appeared on her skin, Harry found himself breathing heavier, perspiration standing out against his hair line as his own skin turned hot as he rode on his power. By the time he counted to fifteen in his head, Harry’s arm was shaking and the pent up desperation he was feeling in tight knots in the pit of his stomach was threatening to explode.

Using his free hand to unzip his trousers, Harry shoved them down enough to allow his cock to spring free. Running a hand down his shaft Harry shuddered as he raised his arm and brought the whip down once more, he groaned, his hand working faster over his weeping cock, his balls tightening painfully.

Hot tears stung her eyes, and Pansy mentally cursed Harry Potter when she heard his groan of pleasure. She was tempted to tell him exactly what she thought of him, but that would give him the upper hand, he would know he had got to her and Pansy didn’t want to see that smug look on his face as he gloated at his win.

Taking a chance and turning her head slightly to see him, Pansy was shocked to find Harry standing behind her with his eyes closed and his hand pumping his cock furiously as he groaned again. Pansy was even more shocked to find that she was enjoying watching him.

Suddenly Harry gave a loud cry as his body jerked violently and Pansy felt the warm, wetness of his ejaculation splatter against her ass.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste, but she smiled to herself, no matter what he did when he was around her Harry got turned on. Pansy knew by now that it was her rather than just what he was actually doing. The problem she had was getting him to admit it.

“Enjoy yourself?” she asked flippantly.

Harry smirked, leaning over her he whispered in her ear. “I’ll enjoy myself even more when you give in and beg me, Pansy,”

“You’ll be waiting a long time, Potter,” she retorted firmly. “You’ll beg me before I beg you,”

Harry’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Me? Beg you? I don’t think so,”

“Wanna bet?” she challenged, her eyes glittering.

Harry grinned, his green eyes dancing with fire as he replied, “Challenge accepted,”