It's Just Sex

[A/N: Thanks go out to Sneakyfox, Architect and MayorHaggar for their kind reviews. Since you guys encouraged the continuation here it is. I’ve even got a rough plan for the fic done. It should be about seven or eight chapters long. As is obvious these are pretty much deleted scenes from Half Blood Prince for the moment, mainly because it made sense storywise than because I actually liked HBP, I’ve read it maybe twice since it came out, so forgive me if I get some of the minor details wrong. Anyhoo: Onwards!]

[Additional tags: HJ, Oral.]


Chapter 2: Repeat Performance

The next couple of days passed in a bit of a blur for Harry; despite a very real possibility that the entire school would be once again laughing and talking about his love life (or at least his sex life, which was a term he had never before had cause to use.) come Monday morning didn’t really seem to bother him in the slightest. He was, for a change, in a very good mood. It was quite amusing to see how people reacted to this because it had been quite sometime since he hadn’t wound up all time about something. Currently it was his workload and struggling Quidditch team; before that worrying about Sirius and the dreams about the department of mysteries and before that the little matter of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the list went back far as he could remember. So a not grouchy, laid back Harry was a bit of a surprise to everyone around him. Not that anyone was exactly complaining but Harry caught a few odd looks from people; only, he hoped, from sheer confusion because as far he could tell no-one knew why he was in such a good mood. Still, Harry couldn’t help but feel like that was sheer luck on his part.

When he’d finally escaped the Charms classroom the previous Friday night; he’d been sweaty, sticky in places and in great need of shower. It was only when he reached the shower room and its mirrors that he realised how bad he looked; some tufts of his hair had been plastered to his skull and forehead with sweat while others had been teased into spikes by Pansy’s wandering fingers; while her lips had left black smudges from her lipstick everywhere. He almost looked like he’d worn it himself and there had been black marks running from his left earlobe; down his neck and disappearing under his shirt. He was highly thankful he hadn’t met anyone on the way there.

Of course a good long hot shower had solved most of those problems; except for the hickeys. Pansy’s teeth had left a similar pattern across his chest, so despite it being the weekend Harry had been forced to wear a high collar shirt all time, to stop awkward questions he wouldn’t be able to answer. Since he was feeling so good Harry didn’t really have any great regrets even if he could really justify to himself just why it had happened. He was content


Pansy on the other hand was getting increasingly nervous. Being a prefect she had a pretty much iron clad alibi for doing whatever and being whereever she wanted as far as the Slytherins were concerned but that wasn’t the same as her activities going entirely unnoticed, especially to eyes and ears of the other girls in her dormitory. Who were apparently all eagle eyed in regards to the signs of her recent physical enjoyment, Daphne Greengrass, hypocritical slut that she was had even gone so far as to mention that Pansy always hummed cheerfully the day after she’d got laid and repeatedly inquired, in mock casual tone, as to who the ‘lucky fellow’ was and whether ‘dear old Draco’ was back up to his old form, in such scathing superior tones that made Pansy want to curse Greengrass’ vaunted ‘perfect features’ into so much putrid goo but, of course, she couldn’t. She didn’t exactly have the influence to get her fellow Slytherins to ignore such a thing anymore, prefect or no. It was all Draco’s fault, she told herself. Him and his father: they had always so powerful, rich and in charge, it had been so easy to let herself hitch a ride on his apparently rising star. And look where that’s got me! With the senior Malfoy exposed as Death Eater and imprisoned all Draco’s supposed power had evaporated overnight as the star she was attached to plummeted. Zabini Blaise was now Slytherin House’s golden boy and even if she hadn’t found him genuine repulsive; Daphne already had her exquisitely manicured claws into him, so a re-hitching of stars was out.

She wouldn’t even have minded, except Draco had also stopped paying any attention to her, whatsoever. They didn’t even have the luxury being of outcast together. No-one knew what Draco was up to nowadays but it didn’t seem to include visiting the Slytherin dungeon at any point except for briefly to sleep. He left before everyone got up and came back when everyone was asleep and Pansy really didn’t know at all why she cared but she knew that she did. She also knew something else.

She was a bad person.

She knew this because unlike Harry she knew exactly what she did last Friday and why she did it. She’d been lonely, she’d been horny and she hadn’t wanted to fuck Harry, she’d wanted to fuck Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically at least. Harry and Draco hated each other and if she seduced Harry, well it would infuriate him to know Harry had had something, that he regarded as his. Still, one massive flaw in her hastily crafted ‘Let’s Make Draco Really Jealous’ plan had become readily apparent; for it to work everyone had to know about her seduction of Harry and if she was going to keep any dignity herself, she couldn’t let the Slytherin girls figure it out for themselves, she had to tell them and she had to spin it. Make it sound like she had Harry wrapped around her little finger, like he was her bitch and she’d probably also have to imply he was terrible in bed, to get the girls to laugh and approve it. (Telling them how good he actually was would work better to annoy Draco but would probably attract scorn and mockery from her dorm-mates)

So she knew what she had to do, and she knew she had to do it quickly, too much of a gap between the act and the gossip just didn’t work at all. The problem was, she just couldn’t bring herself do it. For one thing Harry hadn’t been a terrible lover, especially considering it was his first time, she could still hear his lovely responsive moans in her ear and seem him writhe beneath her.. It seemed terribly unjust to tell everyone he’d been crap. She scowled at herself, not knowing why she even cared and still sure everything would soon be ruined for her.

She still didn’t say anything to anyone though.


Soon enough though it was Monday morning once again so both of them had to go back out into the hustle and bustle of the school and try to live their lives as normal. Neither of them quite knew how to act, especially around each other. Their conversation ‘afterwards’ had been brief, awkward and rather embarrassed on both their parts and though neither had out right said it; they had both rather assumed it to be a one off event; never to be repeated or acknowledged as existing. However both of them being teenagers, self-control was not ranked high on their list of attributes, if Harry, when looking around a crowded room caught a glimpse of Pansy; he couldn’t stop the jolt in his chest and it took real effort to tear his eyes away from hr and look where he was going. This was a real worry for him; last year Hermione had picked up on the fact he couldn’t take his eyes off of Cho Chang before he had and he hated to think what she would say when she noticed he was now giving Pansy Parkinson the same treatment. (This thought did, at least, distract him for moment, as he suddenly wondered why he kept fancying girls with alliterative names.)

Pansy, on the other hand, when noticing Harry’s brilliant green eyes on her, couldn’t help but feel slightly breathless prompting a deep, chest expanding, gasp for more oxygen, she also kept adding a little extra sway at the hips to her walk while passing him in the corridors. Neither of them actually managed to pluck up the courage to actually talk to each other in public though; between Gryffindors and Slytherins such a thing was just not done. So the silent, slightly teasing relationship continued for the better part of the week until Harry was heading back alone from class one day. Ron had left him to make trek up to Trelawny’s Tower in the hopes of impressing Lavender who was an avid Divination fan and he’d yet to meet Hermione who’d been in her Arthimancy class. Harry was strolling along a second floor corridor when Pansy contrived to appear ahead of him; affecting a rolling gait that even through her robes made it obvious the way her arse was wiggling at him. Harry’s mouth went dry; was this just a total coincidence? Did she even know he was here? I mean wasn’t that just the way girls walked? Still even with his eyes fixed on her backside; Harry noticed when she turned her head; just enough so that he could see her upturned lips and the wink of her grey eye.

Then she disappeared around a corner: a corner into a dead end.

Suddenly, Harry knew he’d been offered a choice. He could either follow her and possibly get lucky again or he just could ignore her, go straight down to lunch and pretend nothing had happened. That would be the sensible thing to do; arguably he’d not had a choice last time; Pansy had jumped him but this... if he did this he’d be making a clear choice to make a pass at her; a woman who’d done nothing but belittle his friends and attempt to hurt him emotionally as much of possible over the last five years, a woman who would probably be quite willing to use any leverage over him that he was foolish enough to offer her. It surprised even Harry when his intellect was ignored and his feet, perhaps acting under sealed orders from else where, carried him in a 90 degree turn to the right.

The corridor was empty.

Harry frowned heavily; after that mighty internal conflict that had lasted maybe an entire second, he’d apparently been mistaken, he wandered down the corridor slightly; failed to notice a very slightly ajar door and, angry with himself, he turned to leave. Then he was given a playful shove from behind and fell, dropping his bag and catching himself against the wall between a pair of plate armour suits standing at attention.

“Are you stalking me Potter?” Pansy growled in ear, inches away.

“Well you seemed to be giving me quite the invitation, Parkinson” snapped back Harry, feeling embarrassed and not just because she’d managed to get the drop on him.

“Sorry, Potter, it was a one time only performance,” she said, but had in actual fact moving closer, lips now only centimetres away from his ear, her voice dropping to an intimate purr. Harry shivered involuntarily even as her felt the warmth from her body close to his back.

“So, you lured me to an empty corridor, manhandled me about and invaded my personal space just to tell me you didn’t want anything to do with me?”

“That’s right.” Was what she said; but what she actually did was brush her lips against his right ear lobe, snaked her arms about his waist and pushed her body up against his back. Harry shivered again at the contact; swearing he could feel the push of her breasts as two distinct touches against him as well as the heat of her crotch rubbing against his arse.

“Now why,” he said, forcing himself to talk normally instead of moan incoherently at the feel of her touch, “Don’t I believe you?”


As soon as Pansy heard his strained husky tone of voice she knew she had him once more, knew he was completely in her power and she knew that he didn’t care that she was in dominant position here, or that, even hidden behind the suits of armour, anyone who cared to take a second look down the corridor could see they were there. She left one arm wrapped around him and then let the other drop down lower.

“Because Slytherins lie?” she teased and then gently cupped his balls in her hand. He let out another delicious gasp and his hips jerked back. Pansy remained in control however; having bent Harry over slightly and with the extra height that her heels gave her, she still had the advantage in leverage, which she used to keep him place despite the way he was involuntarily squirming his amazing tight butt up against her pussy.

“Easy, Harry,” she instructed while still fondling his balls through the fabric of his trousers, “I just want to ‘manhandle’ you some more.”

Her other hand smoothly pulled down his zipper and slipped inside his trousers to pull out, with some difficulty, Harry’s member which was rapidly becoming rigid. Being very careful with her sharp nails, she assumed Harry probably wouldn’t being into her scratching his dick; she wrapped her first two fingers and thumb around the very top of his manhood so she could play with his foreskin a bit; moving it up and around so it rubbed against the head of Harry’s dick: which along with her continued teasing and rolling of his balls in her other hand served to bring him to full mast in very short order.

Wasting no time she wrapped all her fingers around his now hard shaft and began to stroke and pump him, teasing out more gasps and groans of pleasure from Harry. Which was fine by Pansy who loved to hear them, this was not to say Harry was loud on the contary; his delighted noises were so low key and quiet even as close as she was Pansy could barely hear them, making them sound even more intimate and special to her ears, he also hadn’t stopped moving his hips, rubbing his arse against her, Pansy couldn’t tell if he was doing it to intentionally try and please her or if he was just trying to get more stimulation from her handjob. It didn’t really matter because either way it still felt good, good enough to make her pant on his neck, her breathe coming out hard and hotly. She leaned in and started planting soft kisses on the back of his neck; she ground herself against his arse; shamelessly dry humping his beautiful backside as she quickened the pace of her cock-jacking hand.

All too quickly she felt Harry’s body tense up and his dick pulsed slightly under her grip; he was clearly ready to reach his peak. She slowed down her handjob and eased off her grip. Harry mewled in disappointment. Prompting a giggle from Pansy who, still nuzzled up close to him whispered.

“I’m sure Filch would just love it if you shot your load all over his nice clean floor,” she smirked at him as he shot an outraged look over his shoulder, the image of the elderly cantankerous caretaker was obviously not what he wanted in his mind at the moment, “come on, I’ll take you somewhere private to finish you off, shall I?”

She started walking further down the corridor. She also did not release her grip on his dick, leading him with her towards a door marked with a prominent ‘Out Of Order’ sign over a symbol of a girl. The rest of Harry suddenly went as stiff as the part of him in her hand.

“Pansy!” he exclaimed, “I’m not going in there! That’s Moaning Mytle’s place!”

She shot a surprised look at him.

“How do you know that? Never mind, she knows not to bother me.”

And by her unrelenting grasp of his member she led him briskly through the door and into the nearest cubicle. Her heart was already racing but it was not her arousal that was causing it, even though she was plenty hot and bothered. Instead it was due to a small degree of fear; she knew what she wanted to do to him, what she’d wanted to do since she’d first seen the iron hard bulge in his trousers back in the library but could she do it? Could she take the risk of losing control like that?


Nothing could have surprised Harry more than Pansy kneeling quite submissively between his legs as he leant against the cubicle wall. Then quickly as if afraid she was going to lose her nerve, she wrapped her lips around the head of dick and sucked. Harry felt his eyes pop open in surprise and then he slumped his head against the cubicle wall with a dull thump and just tried to stay standing as waves of purest pleasure threatened to turn his legs to jelly. It was worth being caught by Moaning Myrtle just to feel this, he thought even though Pansy had seemed very confident that they wouldn’t be interrupted. He wondered how Pansy had managed to actually intimidate a ghost but he didn’t get to think about it for long as her tongue quickly got to work circling the underside of the broad head of his dick, which completely disrupted his train of thought.

“Oh god, Pansy!” he whispered as her head descended on his prick until he could swore he could feel her tonsils teasing the very tip of him. Her lips compressed on his shaft maybe halfway down, she either couldn’t swallow anymore of him or simply didn’t want to shove her face into his trousers but she didn’t seemed inclined to stop and let him take them off; so he decided to let her do just as she pleased. She began rapidly bobbing her head up and down; each descent causing surges of pleasure and eliciting nearly random exclamations from him. The next time she lifted her head and Harry could actually think over the sensations; he realised his hands were once again just flat to the wall of the cubicle; and felt he really should so something with them. Pansy’s head descended again and for once she just stopped and start sucking and working her tongue all over the underside of his cock. Harry’s hands fell to her head and stroked her silky smooth hair as he groaned wordlessly. As he petted her adoringly he got a fleeting idea; he could just grip a bit harder and thrust his hips and she’d more or less have to take the rest of into her, for a split second he longed to do it and feel her sweet mouth all over the rest of his meat but just as quickly refrained. She’d probably taken as much of him as she could handle; forcing her to take more would be about the most stupid churlish thing he could do at this point. Plus, he was in rather a vulnerable position vis-à-vis her teeth, startling her at this point didn’t seem like a good idea. Instead he simply dropped his hands to her warm shoulder to help support himself as she sucked him. Slowly, not releasing the lip lock she had on him; she withdraw smearing her lips over every swallowed inch as she withdrew until only his cockhead remained encased in her mouth as her tongue swirled over it and her cheeks hollowed as she applied as massive amount of suction.

Harry needed little more encouragement to reach orgasm; he felt as if she’d managed to suck his cum straight out of his balls in three great surges, as he emptied herself into her furiously swallowing throat. His head span with the shock of sudden complete bliss and he gasped Pansy’s name.


Pansy smiled her satisfied smile and let Harry help her to her feet. Suddenly she felt self-conscious and awkward once more and the cubicle seemed intolerably close quarters for the two of them and what exactly did you say to the guy whose cock you sucked? Most of her previous partners seemed to think a grin and a pat on the bottom as she left were thanks enough. She turned to leave.

“Hey where are you going?” Harry said from behind her.

“To the great hall,” she answered matter-of-factly, “Lunch won’t be quite over yet will it?”

She shot a glance at him over her shoulder, He was looking at her with a very puzzled expression, as though he thought they hadn’t finished yet.

“You want more do you?” she asked.

“Well.. um.. you haven’t” he flushed red as he struggled to find the right words, then blurted out “Don’t you want me to, like, return the favour?”

Pansy stared at him. Then she tried to remember the last time a guy had offered to eat her out without any prompting or coercion on her part. This took her a while and as she thought, Harry seemed to take her silence for assent as he gingerly reached out and helped her out of her robes; hanging them on the door hook. Heart pounding, Pansy let him pull down her skirt, press her gently against the cubicle wall in a similar position to how she’d originally had Harry and then he spread her legs. She sensed rather than saw him kneel behind her. Then she waited; He didn’t seem exactly eager to dive in. Instead he placed his hands gently; even hesitantly against her legs. The words “Get on with Potter” started to form on her lips; ready for her to snap them at him. Then she recalled that she still hadn’t remembered anyone ever volunteering to do this for her so she let out a soft encouraging moan, instead. His hands’ grip on her became firmer and more confident after that as he slowly slid them up her legs; thumbs teasing her inner thighs; finally his hands reached her butt which today was left nearly totally exposed by an emerald green thong, she whimpered as his hands squeezed her round full buttocks, rubbing them gently and testing their firmness with a squeeze of his fingers; as she squirmed slightly under his exploratory touch, he seemed to get the message that he should continue; so he pulled down her thong; pushed his face to her and began to run his tongue over her slit.

“Oh Harry,” she murmured, “This is soo nice.” And it really was, Harry was being amazingly good to her to even make the attempt at this. Unfortunately, it was becoming clear to Pansy that Harry had absolutely no idea how to eat a girl out. Especially not from this angle; he was being very enthusiastic, licking every part of her cunt he could reach with his tongue but it wasn’t enough; all he was doing teasing her with sensations that were close to, but not really, hitting the mark. At her words, he stiffened slightly and started to slow down a bit. Obviously ‘nice’ was not really as strong an adjective as he’d been hoping for. She reached back clumsily with one had to try and pat him or comfort him or something.

“How about I turn around Harry?” She asked. Only afterwards realising she’d phrased it as a question as opposed to simply telling him. When had she lost control of this encounter?

Harry withdrew slightly, still looking a bit put out. Pansy felt a mad urge to apologise to him when she saw his face after she turned around.

“Look, it was nice, really. I just think this will be more effective… I mean if you still want to?”

He nodded almost solemnly and then started again, gripping her hips and slowly running his tongue across her lower lips; exploring her pussy with the very tip of his tongue, moving it over her labia and then using his tongue almost like an miniature cock, parting her folds and thrusting it as deep inside as he could. Pansy could only gasp as she felt him find her clit at the end of one long lick. Noticing her reaction he repeated the action and gave it another lick, Pansy’s hips jerked beyond her control as she shuddered at the sensations. Then Harry wrapped his lips around it and sucked.

“Oh fuck yeah, Harry.” She half screamed to him, liking the sound of her reaction Harry continued to keep up the stimulation there; alternating between licks with his tongue and sucking on the hard nub of clit, noting in amusement that Pansy panted for one and uttered short squeals for the other.

Pansy was in utter heaven as Harry figured out to properly work her pussy. She only really needed one more thing to set off completely. Put she couldn’t tell Harry this because the overwhelming feelings shooting through her seemed to have disconnected her brain from her mouth and could barely tell what she was saying; she was just issuing an endless incoherent rambling praise, punctuated by short shuddering gasps for air.

“ohharryohdstopdon’tdon’tstopsogooodthat’sharry!ohmygodjusfing-gasp-ermepleaseharr-gasp-harrysogoodfeelsgood!”

Harry, however, seemed to figure out the hidden message, and slipped a couple of finger into her hole, plunging them out of her between licking her clit. Pansy’s eyes rolled back and her hips mindlessly thrust against his hand. Her orgasmic release seemed to totally overwhelm her senses. When she came back to herself, she found she was being held upright only because she was in Harry’s arms and he was grinning at her. Ear. To Ear.

“Soooo… I guess you liked it?” He smirked at her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I think I may just have to keep you Mr Potter.” She said by way of reply.

Then the bell for afternoon classes rang, rather ruining the moment for them as they both panicked trying to find their clothes and bags.

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