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Chapter 3: Trust

“Pansy?” said Harry, out of the corner his mouth, all anger now replaced by fear, “Please tell me that you can duel?”

“I Can,” Pansy said also sounding scared now.

The Death Eaters were bellowing at them; ordering them to surrender and threatening of horrible consequences if they didn’t. Harry didn’t pay attention to the specifics. Coming quietly wasn’t exactly an option for him and the end of his hour was coming up, soon he would look like himself and these Death Eaters would be know they had found their Lord’s most sought after enemy. Harry had to take them down before then. Harry was painfully aware that the situation was not good. In fact, it was about as far as good as it was possible to be.

Harry was trying to remember the last time he’d won a duel, if he didn’t count whatever the hell it did, to Voldemort’s over Little Whinging, the last duel he’d been in was when he’d had his ass kicked by Snape, before that the battle at the Department Of Mysteries, where he’d lost and been rescued by the order and before that he’d again only escaped from Voldemort in the graveyard because of the matching wands. His record it seemed was not in his favour. He still had to try though…

His hand found his wand and remembering his experience yesterday managed to hold on to it as the holster ejected it, hard enabling him to easily bring it to his wrist around to point directly at his foe, exceedingly rapidly.

“Stupefy!” He yelled, his wand firing a great red bolt of light that skimmed an opponent’s shoulder. The Death Eaters cursed both swearing and with their wands; sending brilliant multicoloured bolts back at him and Pansy.

Harry and Pansy manoeuvred so they were back to back. The three Death Eaters had surrounded them; two taking cover among the wood and faced Harry, the third was the other side of them duelling fiercely with Pansy. The air became thick with magic like before a storm. Harry shot a series a quick curses the left target and erected a shield between him and his right hand side target but shattered almost immediately in a brilliant gold explosion as a powerful curse overwhelmed it. Harry saw the left man bat away his curses with parrying motions of his wand, deflecting them along extreme angles up into the sky. The man counter-attacked with burning red hexes that blistered the ground around Harry’s feet, as he tried to dodge. He couldn’t be too agile on his feet though, he was the only thing protecting Pansy’s back from attack and vice versa.

Behind him, Pansy seemed to be having no better luck with her own opponent; she was sending every curse she could remember downrange towards the Death Eater, but her hands were shaking so badly from nerves that she could it a damned thing; she was creating as vast cone of light through sheer volumes of spells, intimating the Death Eater with the weight and number of her attacks, so his counters were like wise poorly aimed, shooting either side of Pansy or else not making the distances at all and tearing lumps out of the ground between them.

Harry was hard pressed by the two elder men, it was clear that these were not the cream of the death eater crop, perhaps there elite were still all creating havoc at The Burrow, but the still had the edge in both numbers and experience. Harry had to alternate between shooting off ineffective attacks and summoning extra shields which were rapidly failing under enemy fire. His throat became dry and voice hoarse but he kept up his mantra;

“Stupefy! Proetgo! Impedimenta! Protego! Stupefy!...” He cried, his wand crackling and growing warm from extended use and slippery in his sweaty grip. Even as he did so, he wondered at what point the Death Eaters would become so vexed that they would just blow them away with unforgivable curses.

But it was more luck than skill that had seen them through the battle thus far and luck wouldn’t hold forever. With a sudden shriek of pain behind him; Pansy was thrown back against his back and crumpled to the floor. They had hurt her, Harry thought and it was like a giant had taken his heart is its hand and squeezed, acid bile rose in his throat and rage clouded his mind. They had hurt her

The Death Eater behind him cackled in glee, now having a clear shot at his preferred target; Harry’s back. Depending on his shields for protection, Harry whirled about to face him.

“Adava-” The Death Eater began, going for the kill now, green light gathering at his wand tip.

Adava Kedavra, the killing curse, was a most formidable weapon, indeed. It caused instant death in those struck by it and could not be blocked or deflected by any kind of defensive magic available to a duellist, it did however have its drawbacks; it took tremendous willpower and effort to perform and most importantly had a long incantation, giving Harry a full second to react, turning and pointing his wand, Harry rifled his memory for the shortest offensive spellword he could think of;

“Ignis!” He screamed and a tiny golden ball flew from his wand tip joined to it by a trail of sulphurous yellow smoke. The spell took the Death Eater full in the chest and exploded into a great conflagration of fire. The man screamed and ducked and rolled; putting the flame out just as Harry’s follow up stunner took him in the gut and curled him foetal and unconscious. Smoke still rising from the charred remains of his robes. Even as he took down his foe, Harry realised he now had his back turned on two foes and his charmed shields were rapidly popping out of existence in their furious and unopposed attack.

Harry tried to continue his turn and come full circle and noticed movement below him. Pansy had rolled on to her left side and was determinately aiming her wand past his leg; her right hand shaking terribly under she clamped down on it with her left hand to steady it.

“Intonarus!” She screamed and a brilliant purple bolt of lightning joined her wand with the left hand Death Eater, blasting him off his feet to lie shaking in a clump of bushes.

Suddenly, the last remaining Death Eater was not feeling at all confident, he backed off, erecting his own shields and taking cover behind a huge tree on the edge of the wood but even has he and Pansy poured on their offensive spells, Harry felt a bubbling sensation as if hot wax was being poured all over him and his vision went blurry. His hour was up and he was turning back into himself. The Death Eater recognised him at once.

“Potter!” He snarled, half behind his tree, and suddenly scrambling at his sleeve with his wand arm, “You’re Harry Potter.”

Panic and utter dread lent their force to Harry’s wand arm.

“Reducto!” He yelled firing the destructive curse straight into the man’s cover. A fist sized chunk of the tree exploded under the force of the spell; transforming it from a jet of light to an expanding cone of jagged sharp splinters and knife like shards of word. The man didn’t so much scream as gurgle horribly as he was pierced by half a hundred flying pieces of shrapnel. His torso now a ragged chunk of meat; he collapsed to the ground but Harry couldn’t see the man’s injuries or his lifeblood pooling on the ground. He could just see where the man’s finger was resting; against a burnt black tattoo on his arm - a skull with a snake for a tongue. It had cost the man his life, but he had pressed his Dark Mark. He had summoned his Lord & Master and any wave of guilt or revulsion that Harry might have felt at killing someone was drowned out by a wave of giddy pleasure and joy that his scar was piping directly into his brain.

They’ve found the boy! Voldemort’s thoughts rang Harry’s skull like a bell; At last, He is mine!

Harry stumbled back and seized Pansy who was coming to her feet. Her hands were still shaking and she stared wide eyed with shock at the Carnage they had wrought around them. He’d didn’t have time to explain very well. He seized her as hard as possible.

“He’s coming! We’ve got to go.. He’s…” Harry concentrated very hard. Where to go? Where? He could only think of one destination that was even remotely safe anymore.

Crack! They disappeared into the black. Crack! They apparated into a cobbled square, slumping to the ground in exhaustion. Harry looked around; they had appeared outside right outside Grimmauld Place.

They slowly got to their feet, looking in to the shadows and pointing their wands, searching for possible threats but Harry knew by the frustration pulsing out of his scar that they had evaded the danger for now.

“Umm.. Harry,” Pansy said, looking around, “Where exactly are we?”

“It’s called Grimmauld Place,” He replied, “My Godfa- I own Number 12.”

Pansy looked around again, Frowned and very carefully looked at each door.

“But there is no Number 12, Harry,” She almost whined. “Look, 11,” she pointed at the left window of a house she couldn’t see, “13,” She point a bit to her right.

“That’s just means the security spells are still in effect.” Harry, said gently taking her head in his hands, “Listen to what I’m saying very carefully. The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is, err, was, located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.” And hoped, hoped hard that Mr Weasley had been right and all those who had shared the secret could now share it turn. Which it suddenly occurred to Harry was a bad idea because then Snape would be able to tell all the Death Eaters where to go as well… But even as Harry imagined dozens of Horrible consequences that could await them, he saw buy sudden shock on Pansy’s face that No.12 had sprung into existence before eyes.

“I can’t promise this place is safe,” Harry cautioned, “Snape knew about it as well, I was told Moody set some traps for him, though. Bottom line; I’ve no idea what’s in there. So wand out and be ready for everything right?”

~ O ~

Hermione Granger was fraught with worry. First Bill and Fleur’s Wedding had been attacked and then Harry had been whisked away from her, in front of her very eyes to who knew where, by a figure she’d seen for half a second and could just hope was Pansy Parkinson. In the confusion Ron had managed to find her and they had disapparated to Charing Cross Road. Where they had discussed, over some truly bad, cheap, coffee, their situation and they had decided, well she had but Ron had agreed, that Harry was most likely to head from Grimmauld Place, it being one of the few Order hideouts that he was familiar with. They didn’t think he’d worry much about Snape, he’d probably relish an opportunity to assault their former potions master, no matter how slim his odds of success were. Harry could be so reckless like that.

Getting into the place had not been pleasant; though She and Ron were still Secret Keepers of the old house and they got in through the front door – and immediately set off some anti-intruder jinxs left in place by Mad Eye Moody and a ghastly figure of a Dumbledore made entirely of Dust had charged them, moaning and howling at them even as the tongues seemed to roll up and try to dive down their throats. Hermione barely had a chance to stop gagging before Ron fearfully bellowed to the figure that they hadn’t kill him, hadn’t killed Dumbledore and the figure had exploded in their faces showering them with dust and waking up the portrait of Sirius’ mother which proceeded to lambaste them as mudbloods and blood traitors until they had managed to close her curtains and stumble, rather shell shocked, into the ground floor drawing room.

The next half hour was the longest of Hermione’s life, she couldn’t sit still, she just paced the drawing room floor as Ron slumped into an arm chair and fidgeted; his new Deluminator in hand, constantly being clicked on and off until finally the doors crashed open again and they heard once more the voice of Mad Eye Moody, (“Severus Snape?”) they heard small gagging sounds as the tongue tying curse affected them and then heard Harry’s slightly panicked cry;

“No, No! We didn’t kill you!”

And she and Ron reached the entrance hall just in time to be showered with dust from the exploding jinx, again. Hermione coughed her way through the dust cloud, wand raised until she could see, Harry and Pansy inside the door, pale and frightened looking, their own wands pointed down the entrance hall. He was in dress robes; she in a borrowed mauve dress that did not flatter her and far too much make up.

“Harry! Harry,” Hermione cried lowering her wand at the sight of her friend, “It’s us! We thought you’d come here!”

Harry didn’t lower his wand at all, inside he shifted it to aim it more accurately at her and Ron; his eyes brows were creased and his face was hard, showing no relief at all to see his two oldest friends. Hermione flinched slightly, he didn’t trust them. He had a Slytherin girl at his back, but its was her and Ron, he pointed the wand at.

“Ron,” Harry said stonily, “What was the first spell I ever saw you cast?”

“What?” Said Ron in his usual cute but rather confused tone, “Harry, its us, you don’t seriously think we’re impostors do you?”

Harry just gestured with his wand.

“Alright, Alright! The very first spell you ever saw me attempt was that one, Fred and George gave me before first year, right? It was supposed to turn Scabbers, who we thought was my rat, yellow. It didn’t work. Happy?”

Harry didn’t answer. He just turned his wand on her. Hermione was startled by the coolness in her friend’s usually bright green eyes.

“Hermione, how did I first meet you?” Hermione could have pointed out that since Ron had passed his test and the two of them were together it didn’t make sense for her to be an impostor if he wasn’t but the tone of Harry’s voice and the hardness in his eyes brooked now argument so instead she just said meekly;

“On the Hogwart’s Express, the very first time we travelled on it, I burst into the compartment you and Ron were sharing. I was looking for a Toad called Trevor belonging to Neville Longbottom.”

It seemed she had passed his test, because Harry finally lowered his wand. He looked slightly sheepish.

“Well, I had to check didn’t I? Snape could have let disguised death eaters in couldn’t he?”

Ron had half raised his own wand,

“Wait, shouldn’t we be asking you some personnel questions as well?”

“Ron,” Hermione said patiently, “Harry knew what questions to ask, and that we answered them correctly, which shows us, he’s him.”

She wasn’t looking at Ron though, even though she was speaking to him, neither was she looking at Harry, although she was talking about him. She was looking at Pansy. Harry saw this and scowled at her, face darkening but just for a second, then a look of shock passed over his face, as if remembering something, her whirled to face the Slytherin behind him and said, desperately;

“You were hit! Are you alright? I should have asked, straight away.”

“No, no, it was just a graze, a stinger or something, I’m fine.” She assured him, showing a charred patch on her dress’ shoulder strap.

“Did you get that at the wedding?” Hermione inquired cautiously to Parkinson.

“We were attacked afterwards,” Harry answered for his girlfriend, “We apparated out and then a few minutes a later we got jumped by a trio of Death Eaters.”

Panic. Hermione stared at her friend in shock.

“B-But how did they find you Harry? I’m mean, you can’t track someone when they apparate. Unless you’re in actual physical contact with some when they disapparate, you can’t know where they’re going.” Her eyes flickered again to the Slytherin girl, “I mean unless someone sees you appear an relays the information or something.” She choose her words carefully, not trying to outright accuse Harry’s paramour of giving him away but she knew by the way his face hardened again that he knew what she was getting at and was once again offended with her. Like it was her fault, he’d chosen someone with a history of lying, deceit and giving information to their enemies as a sex buddy.

“Well they did.” He said shortly, taking Pansy by the arm and continuing to speak in a very mulish and teenage like tone, “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m taking Pansy to my room. To check her shoulder.”

And he brushed past her and led his girl up the stairs. Hermione turned, and saw a sparkling blue gaze setting on her. Ron’s expression was almost neutral but she could feel a slight wave of disapproval from her best friend. As always it seemed he was going to take Harry’s side.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she said, dejectedly as they slumped back down into the drawing room’s soft chairs.

~ O ~

“She’s right you know, Hermione.” Pansy said, morosely; sitting on one of the beds on what was traditionally Harry and Ron’s room at Grimmauld Place. After assuring for himself that Pansy’s injury really was as superficial as she had claimed, he’d taken one look at the empty frame gracing the wall and decided that there no way is was sleeping with it in his room and pulled the heavy and empty portrait of Phineas Nigelleus Black off the way and dragged it laboriously out into the corridor.

“What do you mean?” said Harry, as he returned to the room and dropped down to sit on the bed next to her.

“You can’t trust me,” she said.

“What are you talking about? Of course I do.” He said reassuringly. She turned her soulful grey eyes on him.

“I let you down, Harry,” Her eyes brimmed with tears now, “I panicked and I couldn’t hit anything and we almost died because I couldn’t even cover your back properly…”

Harry wrapped her tight hug as her tears soaked into his robe’s shoulder and stroked a hand gently through her dark hair.

“Shh, shh, We’re both still here, right? We’re fine. You did great today, really. You zapped one of them, yourself. You’ll have to teach me that one.”

“God, I was just so scared.” Pansy shuddered.

“And you think I wasn’t?” Harry said softly.

“Hah. Our brave Gryffindor. Hardly.” Pansy scoffed.

“Of course I was.” Harry said, “Bravery isn’t about not being scared, Pansy, it’s just about realising there are more important things, like making sure the people you love aren’t hurt. You did that today, remember. That guy would have killed me if you hadn’t cursed him.”

“That’s not how it happened Harry and you know it.” Pansy said, not convinced, “He wouldn’t have had a shoot at you if I hadn’t distracted you.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Harry admitted, “But not of this changes the fact that I still love you. That I will always trust you.”

He gentled lifted her face and kissed her on the lips, her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as he rest his on her hips, tracing his fingers up her sides and clasped her back, he felt Pansy’s posture and muscles all relax as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the long soft kiss, feeling her loosen up Harry shifted his weight; lying back on the bed and pulling her down on top of him. Finger’s toying with the back of the dress trying to undo it. He let his mouth part to encourage Pansy to take control and slip her tongue into his mouth to taste him. Finally getting his fingers around the zip’s toggle, Harry drew it down as far as it would go, to the very bottom of her spine, significantly loosening the silk bodice of the dressed that was pressed against his chest.

Their lips parted and Pansy seemed to come to her senses and realise that her boyfriend was lying spread out beneath her and she was straddling him comfortable, she smiled down at him.

“Tie me up.” Harry said simply. Pansy raised an eyebrow,

“I didn’t take you for the submissive type, Harry.”

“I’m not. Not for anyone else anyway. But if you want to, I want to let you.”

Pansy stared at him blankly for so long, Harry began to wonder if he’d offended her completely but then a slow smile formed on her face growing broader and broader until she was grinning ear to ear.

“Well then Harry,” she said, her hands playing with the edge of his dress robes, “We better get you naked first, don’t you think?”

It seemed to Harry that no sooner than she had said, that the deed was done, Pansy’s soft deft hands undoing all the buttons, clasps and fastenings of his clothes and pulling them off. Her own dress came off as well, leaving her in nothing but her underwear; incongruously innocent looking plain white bra and knickers.

“Ready?” She asked, wand in hand and at Harry’s quick nod, said “incarnerous” and thin black ropes sprang from her wand tip, wrapping binding Harry’s wrists together and to the headboard of the bed, so tight that he felt them press into his wrist cutting off the flow of blood to his hands.

Harry gasped incoherent and tried to fight the rising panic; how had he ever thought that this would be a good idea? For a split-second, Harry felt like he wasn’t at Grimmauld place at all, the soft bed was replaced by cold hard stone and he could smell the grass and night air and see the reflective, dazzling silver surface of a potion but all he could hear was his heart hammering against his ribcage. He broke out in a cold sweat and Pansy instantly recognising his distress, dispelled the ropes with a sweep of her want. Harry curled up slightly, trying to breathe properly.

“Bugger,” Harry said, dejectedly, “kinda wrecked my own point there, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it Harry,” Pansy muttered.

“No, I’m sorry, its not that I don’t trust you, its just…” Harry’s voiced was hesitant, as if not entirely convinced by his own words, “I’ve had bad experiences with that spell.”

“It’s ok, Harry, I didn’t mean to use it like that, you have no idea how bad rope burn is.” She said, also seeming to wince at bad memories “We can try again if you like.”

Harry considered but in the end, he had little choice. He really did trust her after all. He nodded again.

“Incarnerous” she said again with a extra flick of her wrist and this time instead of thin dark ropes, soft bindings of red silk ribbon swirled out of her wand and wrapped about him; spreading his arms and legs into a giant ‘X’ shape, binding his wrists, ankles, shoulders, hips, knees and elbows down to the mattress.

“And now for the finishing touch,” Pansy continued pointing her wand at his eyes. Harry only realised what she was going to do a quarter second before the blindfold appeared over them blocking out all light, it wrapped around his ears as well, muffling all the little sounds around him.

Harry, sighed, long a calming sigh.

“You still don’t like this do you?” Asked Pansy, reading him easily, though sound a very long way off.

“You’d better distract me then,” Harry replied teasingly.

But for the longest time, she did nothing. Harry just had to lay then, unable to see or move beyond the slight give of the fabric and wait. Wait until he thought hours must have passed, that Pansy had just left and forgotten about him. Until she finally laid hands upon, just briefly, running a finger tip across his chest but even that slight contact caused a quiver to ripple across his skin and a gasp to escape his lips. She did it again, this time tracing the line of his hip, right wear the ribbon bordered on the skin. Harry’s semi-hardened penis gave sympathetic twitch. She continued in this vein for quite some time; lightly touch and teasing seeming random parts of his body, her finger tips seeming to fall at random across his body; teasing here there and everywhere but never more than light brush and never anywhere that could be remotely considered erotic in anything other than in the medieval sense but the light touches and the deprivation of Harry’s other senses served to heighten his sense of touch. He quivered in anticipation every part of his skin buzzing, just wondering where the next touch would fall.

Suddenly Pansy seemed to change tact and began to instead use her nails on him, running them over his flesh, Harry moaned loudly as she started to gently scratch him with her nails, never hard enough to leave a mark but enough the draw a reaction and send shocked thrills through his body. Her nails she used in a regular fashion, tiny rhythmic strokes moving down his body, across the planes of his chest, stopping to slow circle the very edge of his areolea; teasing his nipples to hardened points before moving down his sides and stomach. Even as this was going on Harry felt Pansy lean close to him and started to trail kisses over his body following behind her nails. Harry’s moans increased in volume dramatically as the two conflicting sensations washed over him, the hard scrape of her nails contrasting the softness of her lips.

She worked her way downwards, her lips and tongue tracing the muscles of his stomach, while her nails scraped and teased the sensitive flesh on the insides of Harry’s legs; she left off the torture with her hands and concentrated on using her lips and mouth on him; planting very soft kisses all over his hips and thighs, but managed to not touch his dick or balls at all. Harry could only whine at the teasing and squirm as much as the tiny amount of pull the silk allowed him. Despite the lack of physical contact his dick was straining hard and aching with tension. Through the clothe, Harry could just hear, Pansy’s giggle.

“Well look at this?” she giggled, “Would you like me to sort you out, Harry?”

“Oh God, yes!” Harry said, his lack of hearing making him almost bellow the words.

Pansy rewarded him for his submission, instantly he felt the soft wet suction of her lips wrapped around his head and engulf half his shaft, the lower half of his shaft was being jacked in one hand and she fondled his balls in the other. Harry moaned gutturally as he was suddenly overloaded with sensation, his limbs tensed and he strained against his bindings, still crying out in delight. Pansy’s head was bobbing on his dick her tongue swirling and cross the head at the top of a bob and slathered across the underside of his dick as she went down. Shortly, her lipsleft his shaft, with an audible popping sound and her hand began to slowly jack the entire length of him in a twisting motion, wrapping his foreskin across the head of his cock and creating a delicious friction against it as it retracted on the down stroke, Harry mewled at the lack of her lips on him went suddenly she began to kiss and lick his balls; taking each one into turn inside her mouth to suck on in; wrapping in the wet heat of her tongue. They seemed to swell and pulse under her ministrations and the heat of her seemed to Harry’s imagination to cause the cum within them to heat and bubble with excitement, burning to get out of him. He no longer strained at his bonds, every other one of his limbs seemed to go slack robbed of strength as everything seemed to flow into his rock hard dick.

Harry could only moan and mewl for release. Pansy took pity on him amd finally returned her mouth to his shaft and to take it deeper and deeper inside her until he could feel her nose pressed against him, the hot breath on his stomach and the swallowing action of her throat about the end of him. He shuddered and tensed again as he blasted spurts of hot cum directly down her throat.

But Pansy didn’t stop working him there, though she released his dick from her throat to breathe, her hands went wild on his shaft; one jacking his length frantically, the other rubbing and squeezing the very base of his dick behind his balls, Harry almost squealed as she worked the newly sensitised by orgasm flesh.

“I hope you’re not done yet, Harry” Murrmurred Pansy, sensually, “Because I ‘m certainly not.”

Something about her tone of voice sent liquid fire running down his spine from his ears straight into his dick, he felt himself surging hard and ready once more.

There was a sudden light on his eyes and Harry’s senses were suddenly restored to him. He looked down to see Pansy, gloriously naked, straddling his crotch. Her eyes flashed with deep seated lust and desire. Tossing the blind fold away, she flashed him a grin and then ever so slowly began to descend upon him; slowly squirming and taking each inch into her wet pussy separately, circling her hips as they fell to find the most comfortable spot for her. Eventually, she had him entirely within her; their hips joined perfectly.

“Hmm, she moaned contently, on top of him, “Yes, that’s good.”

And she started to move, she didn’t just ride him up and down, instead it was almost as if she danced upon him, revelling in the complete freedom and control he had granted her, in his complete faith of her. She rolled her hips rubbing him against her clit and every part of the walls of her pussy. If the bruises that still littered her back bothered her, Harry could see no sign it of on her face; just joy and elation as she swirled her hips as she lifted herself and drove downwards all acting according to a rhythm that only existed inside her head, moving in one constant smooth endless motion. She bit her lip and left out the tiniest of moans as she did so. Their eyes never broke contact. As her pleasure rose; Her pace increased still, writhing on top him, she fell forward so she braced herself with her hands on his chest. She panted huskily, still grinding herself constantly against him.

“Oh yes,” She gasped under her breath, “Oh yes, Harry, You’re mine, now. All mine.”

“Yes,” said Harry, “Yes, I am. I love you, I’m yours Pansy.”

Hearing those words seemed to set her off, her hips spasmed and jerked in a rapid serious of short hard humps, each one punctuated by a contraction of her cunt muscles that worked hard against Harry’s shaft and a sudden burst of fluid that dripped from her folds all over his crotch, in response Harry felt his dick erupt again in orgasm again, showering her innards with his own release.

All energy seemed to leave her body as her muscles relaxed and her glowing body, slumped over her bound boyfriend, her arm wrapped loosely about Harry’s torso, her head, wresting against a shoulder, nuzzling her face in to his soft sable hair. Harry relaxed as well, enjoying the warmth of her body, he tugged at his bonds want to be able to embrace her but they remained fast.

“Umm.. Pansy..?” He asked softly, “How about letting me go now?”

In response, Pansy let out a blatantly false snore, which caused them both to erupt into giggles.

As entranced as they were with each other, neither of them had noticed anything happening beyond their bed over the course of the evening. They especially hadn’t heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and along the landing. Or her heard a gentle feminine voice talk questioningly and then gasp and the footsteps that had then beaten a hasty retreat…


[End Note: Well this one took quite a well. I’m afraid we’ve reached the end of the fully planned chapters. And this one took some doing. I’m afraid they make take significantly longer in future chaps, but I hope you will bear with me. Originally this chapters was going to include the use of toys, but in the end, I didn’t think it likely Pansy would really be carrying a vibrating butt plug about (plus the last time I wrote about toys being used on Harry… It didn’t go down so well.) So that tags has been removed from the synopsis

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