It's Just Sex

[A/N: Again, Thanks go out to Sneakyfoxand mibella for the reviews. Also apologies for the spelling mistakes. :P I am proof reading this but things always slip through the cracks, I’m afraid. Oddly I tend to find more missing/just plain wrong words that actual spelling mistakes.]

Chapter 3: An Irregular Routine.

Even after their second ‘totally spontaneous’ tryst, Harry and Pansy didn’t quite know how to define their inexplicably ongoing relationship. They certainly weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend for example nor would they ever dream of using the term; ‘lovers.’ The closest they had managed to get to an appropriate descriptor was the phrase ‘friends with benefits’ except for the fact, of course, that they weren’t actually friends. They’d both come to terms with this though and the idea that their relationship was basically selfish on both their parts; they were having sex because they wanted to get off. They did pleasure each other but only so as to be sure they would receive pleasure in return but in the end they only really interested in their own orgasms.

They had fallen in to a routine; they never scheduled a meet up, or arranged to meet in a certain time or place that would imply a certain level of organisation and trust that they didn’t want to admit they had in each other. Nor did they want anyone to notice a regular and therefore predictable absence, which would certainly arouse suspicion. Instead they simply tried, upon passing in the corridors or across the classroom, to indicate with significant looks, body language or a fleeting surreptitious touch that they were in the mood for a shag. This method was rather on the unreliable side though and lead to misunderstandings and very irregular meet ups; sometimes a couple of weeks would pass between encounters, other times they’d be humping each other silly in the same broom-closet for three nights in a row.

They became better at it as time went on however; as they each grew more accustomed to the other’s moods and schedules and figured out when the best time for an approach was or when the other one would probably be trying to find them. Pansy knew for example, that Harry usually came back from Quidditch practises in a towering temper born of his endless frustrations in trying to bring his mostly rookie team up to what he thought of as a bare minimum standard and hence was very open to some ‘relaxation therapy' at this time.


On one such occasion, Harry was heading slowly in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find a certain someone waiting along the route somewhere, as he headed through one of Hogwart’s not-really-that-secret secret passages, he heard a low moan and realised he’d just managed to walk in on Ginny Weasley and her latest conquest; Dean Thomas snogging intently. He stalked past them as quickly as possible as he felt a horrible twinge in his gut and realised it was jealousy. How dare they be having fun together? He wasn’t able to yet!

Where the hell is Pansy? he thought darkly and then he walked around a corner and straight into her with a bump. Surprised by the unexpected collision she tripped and almost fell but Harry quickly caught her; wrapping his arms about her body. They were suddenly very close.

“Now, Potter,” she teased, “You don’t need to be so rough to get me in your arms you know.”

He didn’t reply in words; he just pulled her into a hard hungry kiss; devouring her sweet lips and pushing his tongue between her teeth to delve into the depths of her mouth. Several seconds later, Pansy panted for breath as he withdrew.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” She smiled at him, mischief dancing her beautiful grey eyes, “Had a rough day?”

“Something like that, yeah.” He growled, leading her off hurriedly with his hand firmly gripping her own. They didn’t have to go far; there was a cleaning closet just a few feet down the corridor, which was presumably why Pansy had chosen to ambush him here. They slipped inside with a clattering of cleaning supplies, closed the door and embraced again.


Pansy’s hands clutched at Harry’s neck and the back of his head as she was gently but very definitely pushed up against the wall. Before she knew it, she had his tongue nearly down her throat again, stifling a long guttural moan fuelled half by genuine lust and desire but half in surprise at just how aggressive and confident Harry had become. She’d long since given up trying to control every aspect of their encounters, mainly because she’d found Harry was totally incapable of being aware that they were anything but equals. Still this was beyond anything he had previously shown her. She felt his hands find her, one on her hip; the other ran up the outside of her thigh coming to rest just below her butt. She squirmed under the feel of his strong hands and rapidly made a decision; lifting her legs off of the ground to wrap them about Harry’s waist, pulling him tight to her body as they overbalanced; falling back against the wall as Harry quickly moved his hands to her ass to support her. As his hands wrapped around her buttocks, she noticed the slightest hint of puzzlement flash across his beautiful green eyes and still fondling her bare ass, he broke of their kissing long enough ask;

“No knickers today?”

“You would've just had to take them off anyway,” Pansy shrugged, “I thought it’d save time.”

Pansy tightened her grip with her legs encouraging Harry to keep grinding his crotch on her bare nethers, her hands explored Harry’s back; she frowned; noticing how unnaturally tense and hard his shoulder muscles and back were.

“Shit, Harry,” she said, “you’re really worked up aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer right away; just grinded on her a bit more, Pansy suddenly noted just how tight the Quidditch uniform’s trousers really were; she could feel every rock hard inch of Harry’s dick through them as Harry rubbed it up and down her exposed cunt causing her to shiver and gasp every time he reached her clit.

“Yeah,” he growled, “And someone’s gone and got my hands so full I can’t unzip myself.”

“Oops,” Pansy giggled, unabashedly, at his dilemma.

“It’s not funny!” Harry moaned, almost petulantly but only this only caused more giggles. Pansy unwrapped an arm from Harry’s neck and after some searching (as she was unwilling to take her eyes off Harry’s face which was a comic mixture of distress and annoyance) she managed to find her wand and removed it from her pocket with a flourish.

“I might be in a position to help you out,” she smirked, “given the proper incen..-oh!”

She had to give Harry credit; he was not slow on the uptake. She hadn’t even got to finish her proposal when he’d re-positioned his crotch and started grinding himself directly against the hard nub of her clit, eliciting lighting like surges of pleasure.

“ooo!” she gasped between thrusts, “uh! You’ve.. uh! convinced me alread-ah!-ready!”

She could see a primal pleasure glinting in his eyes as he slowed down his abuse of her clit, allowing her to concentrate enough to banish his trousers and underwear with one sweep of her wand; leaving them in a puddle of cloth wrapped around his ankles. Pansy suddenly felt something slick and hard slip between her nether lips and start to spread her interior walls. She groaned and tightened her legs around Harry’s waist; encouraging him as he slid; deeper and deeper and deeper; her head span with a sudden influx of adrenaline and endorphins. Her wand dropped from her slackening fingers; landing on top of Harry’s discarded clothes and letting loose a spray of silver sparks. Pansy didn’t think she would have noticed if they had set his clothes on fire. Harry’s hips finally came to a halt when they were resting upon her own; with his dick buried as far as possible within her. She could even feel his balls against her ass. They remained still briefly after that; both panting and trying to adjust to the sensation of being so deeply penetrated. (or penetrating in Harry's case) Still, Pansy felt so completely filled, she wondered how Harry was ever going to manage to move his dick without causing her discomfort rather than pleasure.

“Oh Merlin, Harry.” She whispered, trying to think of some way to gently convey her anxiety. Harry on the other hand seemed to understand what was running through her head perfectly.

“Hang on a sec, Pansy” he murmured back, “I want to try something.”

And he did, a second later Pansy squealed she felt his ‘magic wand’ jump inside her as Harry seemed to flex the entire muscle inside her; both managing to tap the head against a spot deep on her vaginal walls and cause the base of his dick to grind against her clit. An explosive breath burst from Pansy and she felt her leg twitch and spasm as if he hit a switch deep inside. Then he did it again; eliciting another twitch and a small scream; with the third flex; she felt her pleasure peak and a small orgasm ripple through her entire frame. She relaxed entirely as it faded from her and let Harry support her entire weight. Suddenly, he was able to move in and out of her freely; her orgasm having made her wet enough to lubricate his easy motion, she could only clutch at him with her arms and legs wrapped about his body as he started to thrust into her; hard and fast.

She realised that she was being completely passive and she realised that Harry, now moving at an almost desperately fast pace, was only working towards his own release. She didn’t care. It just felt so damn good. Pleasure seemed to course through every cell of her body; she couldn't see or focus her eyes at all. All she could do was feel his member plunge into her and his balls slapping against her butt and all she could hear was the hard smack of flesh on flesh and Harry’s noises of pleasure as he nuzzled her neck. Pansy suddenly realised that those noises sounded no less erotic and pleasing to her ears now than they had to her when she had been in control and teasing them out of him, herself.

She lost track of time; all that mattered was feeling the sensations soaring in her until it released in another explosive orgasm; causing all the muscles in her pussy to clamp down on the hard intruder. To his credit Harry managed another half a dozen strokes into her pussy's now ridiculously tight embrace; each one causing aftershocks of sensation that made her quake and shudder, before he splattered cum uncontrollably over her inner walls with a long almost bestial moan of gratitude.

As they slowly came back to their senses and Harry lowered her gently back on to her own feet; Pansy could only think that she wouldn’t be walking straight for a week.


Pansy wasn’t half-wrong. Even just getting back to her dormitory, she could tell that her gait was off and she was gingerly trying to avoid rubbing her legs together as she was quite red and sore in her nether regions from the sheer force Harry had been using on her. Getting back took her a long time and when she arrived all she could really do was pull off her remaining clothes and slump into her bed; she barely had time to close her drapes before sheer physical exhaustion carried her off to sleep.

She didn’t get up the next morning either, she overslept and predictably none of the other Slytherin girls had deigned to wake her. It’d didn’t matter, she should have been in History Of Magic, which was easily the most skivable subject she’d ever have the misfortune of taking. She could probably have got to the lesson anyway if she’d jumped up and headed there but still, it was worth missing Binns’ awful droning for a bit of lie in and long hot shower in the dormitory bathroom, which was not as good as the Prefect’s bathroom of course but a heck of a lot closer and with all the other girls gone to class already she would be able to use it without interruption, which was quite a rarity for her at the moment. Slytherins were a vindictive lot after all and for quite a while, she herself had been pretty much the ruler of the roost, now that she wasn’t any more, many of the other girl’s were looking back at her behaviour and judged it to be worthy of extracting vengeance for. She’d had more pranks pulled on her in the last couple of months that in the five previous years.

Of course it wasn’t just the absence of support from Draco Malfoy; Pansy had previously maintained her position with her acidic wit and great resourcefulness when it came to Slytherin’s unofficial war to make Gryffindor House’s existence as painful and unpleasant as possible, which her current repeated dalliances with Harry Potter had left her distinctly unwillingly to take a lead in. In Slytherin House there were three types of people; the in crowd, the in crowd’s lackeys and the outcasts. Pansy was no longer part of the in crowd and 16 years of being raised a Parkinson had left her with too much family pride to accept being a lackey. So she was, irrefutably, an outcast. Ironically her on-going affair with Potter was causing her to end up with little source of comfort… except for her on going affair with Potter. Quite the vicious circle she told herself dourly. Then she firmly wrested her line of thought away from this rather depressing topic and concentrated on enjoying her shower, getting dressed and doing her make-up which was not an insignificant undertaking.

She sighed to herself as collected her bags and set off to her next lesson; Potions, noticing as she headed down the stairs that the soreness had faded and she was walking normally again. She smiled and started planning her day; Harry was going to be in Potions after all…

[End notes: Sadly this chapter is a little shorter than the two previous ones. There was going to be a second sex scene following on from the Pansy introspective but in the end, the only ideas I had for it would have messed up the next chapters or made things a bit repetitive. It also marks the first part of the fic that is a definite deviation from canon as opposed to being a bizarrely improbably set of HBP deleted scenes. Instead of suddenly falling in love with Ginny, Harry just wanders past looking for Pansy.

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