It's Just Sex

[A/N: Thanks be to Penname. and StarCrossedLost for the reviews; in response, my intention was to imply it was jealously that they were getting sexed up while he was still trying to find Pansy. Not that he was jealous of Dean being with Ginny. Though I was distinctly unimpressed with HBP’s ‘romance’ I’m not that much a Ginny hater. So rather than devote any more time to vilifying her, she probably just won’t appear. As for the kinky stuff; probably not going that way for the moment; though I do have an idea for a one shot sequel involving bondage. Thanks for the fic recommendation; I hadn’t read it before now. Now I have and am annoyed it's incomplete. :P

MayorHaggar It’s nice to hear from you again! Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. I hope you like this one.]

Chapter 4: Naked Truth.

Winter had come to Hogwarts; snow lay thick on the ground; every window frame and pane had a fringe of icicles and the castle had donned its traditional decorations and was festooned with tinsel, baubles and Father Christmas hats for all the suits of armour but Harry Potter had never been more pleased to get out of Hogwarts for a bit; Ron & Hermione’s feud over each other’s love lives had reached such blistering heats from both of them that Harry was insanely glad he didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing. As far as anyone knew he was still completely up for grabs. Or at least he hoped so; luckily the only rumours about him going around related solely to what was happening between him and Luna Lovegood, as he had taken her, purely as a friend of course, to the Slug Club’s Christmas Party the previous evening. Still what with Ron’s ongoing relationship with Lavender and Hermione spending all her time either trying to make Ron jealous or sulking in the library; neither of them had had much time for Harry; coupled with extensive practises with his Quidditch team and his ongoing Academic labours, the two week break seemed like a haven of respite.

It was the last night of term and Harry was in the Gryffindor Common Room, playing exploding snap with Neville, and trying to ignore the doe-eyed looks Romilda Vane kept shooting across the room at him; not to mention her blouse and skirt which were perhaps criminally revealing on a fourth year girl who had, at best, recently reached 15 years of age.

“Hey Harry,” said Neville, who had just flinched spectacularly as the pack detonated, “Isn’t that Hedwig? Your owl, I mean?”

And he pointed at the window, where true enough a snowy owl (barely visible against the snowy sky outside) was sitting on the ledge; tapping sharply against the window pane for attention. A startled looking and minuscule first year opened the window and let her in. She swooped across the room and landed on Harry’s knee allowing to him to extract a small note on her leg then she fluttered off to Neville and keened at him; demanding attention. Harry frowned, wondering why his owl wanted Neville to make a fuss of her but curiosity about his unusually late mail got the better of him. Opening the note he saw that, it was written in emerald ink and it said;

Four doors down from Boris the Bewildered,
Nine o clock,
Password is ‘squeaky clean,’
-PP

PS I hope you don’t mind me using your gorgeous owl; she refused to let anyone else take the note

Harry was once again struck by just how very intelligent and loyal his familiar was because he now knew that Hedwig was merely distracting Neville so that Harry could read his mail in private. Shoving the note quickly in his pocket he leaned over to pet his favourite owl; scratching behind her ears as she ruffled her feathers contentedly. Behind them the portrait hole opened and Hermione, making her return from the library came into the common room, came in looking slightly puffy eyed, she took a couple of steps forward then veered away sharply as Cormic McLaggen; her date of the previous evening, seemed to try to approach her. She quickly noticed Harry and Neville and swept over to them;

“Got mail, Harry?” She smiled, reaching out to pet Harry’s popular owl as well.

“No.. err..” Harry hurriedly not wanting to admit to a love note from Pansy, then realised he’d have been better off lying about the contents, rather than the fact of the note, “Urm.. I think Hedwig just wanted to be made a fuss of. I haven’t managed to visit the owlery as often I’d like.”

Hedwig hooted in confirming sort of way, nibbled him affectionately and then flew off into the winter air again. Hermione, usually very quick to notice when he was attempting deception simply nodded distractedly and took a seat; looking like she wanted to talk to him. Harry, who knew this was simply going to be a poorly disguised hour long rant about Ron, looked desperately at his watch; Half past eight. He so didn’t have time for this. Sympathetic as he was to his friend, he really did not want to stand up Pansy, this was the first time they’d used notes of any kind, and Harry didn’t want to leave Pansy hanging the very first time she attempted it. Aside from being plain rude, he was still slightly wary of the Slytherin girl and did want to upset the possibly temperamental girl at this point. He faked a quick look of shocked remembrance and then leapt to his feet; claiming to have left a text book in the library. He heard a muttered comment about ‘that bloody prince’ from Hermione as, apologising madly; he headed for the portrait hole.

He took his note out again and read it, suddenly realising why the directions on it seemed familiar. They were directions to the prefect’s bathroom, he knew because he’d already snuck in there once in the middle of his fourth year, on Cedric Diggory’s advice he recalled which brought back highly unpleasant memories. Even without those though, Harry realised he was unaccountably quite nervous about this rendezvous; Pansy was obviously trying to make sure he was at certain place at a certain time; which sounded like the ingredients of an ambush to Harry but, no, he was being paranoid after all, it seemed ridiculous to assume Parkinson had been shagging him with apparently relish for two months just to draw him into a single ambush. Nethertheless, he did have the Marauder’s Map on him and the invisibility cloak; both were now being carried in his bag on a regular basis; mainly so he could keep out eye for hordes of marauding girls hoping to get him to take them to the Slug Club and dodge them where possible, whipping it out; he checked to see whether any Slytherin lay in wait, other than the expected one. Seeing only Pansy herself in the vicinity of the prefect’s bathroom; apparently pacing up and down rather quickly, Harry began to feel a little bit more secure but still nervous. He managed to reach the Bathroom at about 8:58 and slipped inside. Not really expecting to be staying long, surely this was far too public a place for a rendezvous?

He looked about. There was no-one in here as far he could see but he knew from the map that Pansy was in here, which meant that she was hiding from him for some reason. Wondering if she was playing some kind of game with him, and what the best approach was, he mentally shrugged and he did the obvious,

“Urm.. Hello?” he said, trying to sound as puzzled as if he really had found the room empty.

“Hi Harry,” came a hesitant voice that seemed to be blocked from view by the row of toilets between the door and pool-like bath, which was already fully of hot steamy water and various kinds of bubble-bath, “I’m glad you could come. I thought since we won’t be seeing each other for a while, what with the holidays and everything, we could meet up here for some fun.”

Harry frowned slightly in surprise; though unmistakably Pansy, it was said in a wavering tone of voice he found slightly unnerving. He’d never heard Pansy speak without a note of supreme confidence and superiority in her voice, whether she was insulting someone to their face or screeching that Hagrid should be sacked, to hear her sound uncertain was jarring. Then she stepped out from behind the loos and he saw why she sounded worried. He stared at her.

She was completely naked.

This should not have seemed like a big deal, Harry thought. They’d been having sex for over two months in various positions all across the school. He must have, during that time, seen every single part of her naked at some point or another, but usually things had happened so quickly; they’d never bothered to completely strip. So he was seeing her in all her nude glory for the first time. He tried to memorise every single detail.

Harry, while much younger and in company of Ron, had remarked that Pansy had a face like a pug; a kind of dog which his Aunt Marge had bred and as unkind as those words had been; he could see what he had meant but it was mainly due to Pansy’s slightly unfortunate nose and her then rounded young face. Now she had grown older, her face had grown longer and sharper and so the effect was not the same. Had Harry wanted to justify the comments to himself now, in light of his current feelings about Pansy he would mention that Pansy had some of the positive aspects associated with the breed as well, to whit: a pair of round beautiful eyes that were intensely expressive when she wanted them to be. Right now, Harry could clearly see the anxiety in those eyes in presenting herself like this but also solid determination to see it through. She’d already washed it seemed; the dark silky hair falling to her shoulder was slightly damp and she was completely devoid of her normal layers of make up. This didn’t make her look any less beautiful to Harry; who thought that with or without lipsticks; her lips looked full, soft and immensely kissable. His eyes wandered down; noticing that her breasts look smaller and rounder that usual and realised their usual prominent shape was helped by the us of ingeniously made padded supportive bras. It amazed him just how much effort Pansy must put in to looking good every single day and thus how hard it was for her to let anyone see her when she was than perfect. Her belly had just the slightest hint of roundness about it and there was a stripe of slightly unruly looking hair above her pussy; her legs and arms were slender and firm.

Pansy cleared her throat delicately and Harry started out his reverie. She’d obviously been waiting for him to pass some sort of judgement on her. He met her eyes with total confidence.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” he said with complete honesty.

“Hmm…” said Pansy, clearly trying for her more usual tone but not entirely managing to erase the nervousness from her voice, “well in that case; why are you still dressed?”

“well.. urm..,” Harry stuttered slightly, suddenly nervous about exposing himself to her, “are we staying here then? I mean what if another prefect walks in?”

Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Oh Harry, really. Do you think I’m the first person to ever want to get some action in here? The Prefect’s have an… um… understanding, shall we say, about this kind of thing. No-one’s going to barge in.”

Harry’s mind boggled at this for a bit and then at the implication that if that were the case than Ron and Hermione were certainly in on it. Then he shrugged and started to undress himself, for some reason taking an inordinately long time removing and folding his robes before slightly reluctantly fiddling with his tie and shirt buttons. Pansy just watched appreciatively as he managed to pull off his shirt; and then his shoes, trousers, underpants and finally one at time and feeling very ridiculous while he did so; his socks; of which he was down to his very last pair, it being the holidays tomorrow, and were in fact the ones given to him by Dobby the house elf for Christmas, two years ago.

So there he was, wearing nought but his glasses; trying not to meet Pansy’s eyes and just wondering why she hadn’t burst out laughing yet.”

“If I said,” Pansy said, sounding slightly breathless, “that you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen, would you think I was taking the mick?”

“I don’t know. Is it the sort of thing you’re likely to say?”

“Harry, you’re gorgeous.”

Harry flushed red.

“I’m not. I’m short and skinny and I’m scarred all over.”

“Have you even looked at yourself naked for the last few years? You’re not short, you’re not skinny; you’re slender and I think I can see every single one of your muscles individually.”

Harry sighed and looked down, and now that she pointed them out, noted his chest was hard and well defined; he didn’t exactly have six pack but his stomach was iron hard and flat and his muscles while not that large were indeed very well defined; they almost gleamed, in fact, but there was no denying that he was covered in scars even without the infamous lighting bolt or the words “I must not tell lies” across the back of his right hand. This was not really that surprising since he’d ended up in the hospital wing for some reason or another in the first four years of his school career. Every adventure he had, he seemed to pick up a few more scrapes and bruises that never really got healed in time before scarring. Just minor lines and small slightly off coloured patches on his body, the worst was one his left leg; a souvenir from an acromantula’s pincers during the third task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and not even phoenix tears had entirely prevented the mark the basilisk fang had left on his right biceps, even if they had saved his life from its venom.

Pansy had approached and laid her hands gently on his chest and smiled at him but she still seemed nervous.

“Well as long as you’re happy,” he said, sheepishly.

“Oh I am,” she purred, “Shall we take a bath then Harry?”

She quickly disengaged their closeness and moved into the bath; Harry followed and lowered himself slowly into the hot water. He quickly took Pansy into her arms and kissed her lustily or at least attempted to; as what had promised to be a hot and heavy make out session was ended abruptly with a firm but not unkind pressure to his chest that separated them. Harry was highly confused but just settled at merely raising an eyebrow at Pansy.

“Can we just take it a bit slowly today, Harry?” she asked quietly, “We’ve got all evening in here, after all. Since this is going to be our last urm.. session for a while, I’d like to savour it, ok?”

This request did nothing to alleviate his confusion but Harry did not want to seem pushy so he acquiesced, they both floated against the sides of the bath, enjoying the hot water soak. Harry could feel it loosening his muscles and relaxing his body, Harry wondered what herbs were in the fragrant bath gel Pansy had used because they seemed very effective. Casually and very slowly he wrapped his arms around Pansy again and embraced her, so they floated together; her back against his front. She laid her hands on his own and seemed to want to keep them in place, just lying quite still in his arms for a bit and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Harry started planting very light kisses on back of Pansy’s neck and slowly moving down across her shoulders. She squirmed under his touch.

“Persistent aren’t you?” she said in a slightly exasperated tone. Harry was becoming quite exasperated himself by this point. He was all for taking it slow but this wasn’t slow; it was a complete stop. What was the point of bringing him down here and effusively complementing him on how good he looked naked, if they weren’t actually going to do anything except float here?

Reluctantly it seemed, Pansy turned around in the water and kissed him, not wanting to upset her further, Harry remained rather passive, letting her cup his face and run his hands through his hair as she suckled on each of his lips in turn. His arms were still wrapped about her body; hands resting on her back. They floated together to a slightly shallower section of the pool so they could both put their feet on the bottom of the bath and concentrate better on what they were doing.

Pansy’s tongue teased between his lips and as he opened them letting her in to his mouth; the tip of her tongue teased across his own and then retreated, encouraging him to take the lead again. His arms tightened their grip on her with her permission; his right arm stretch across her body to grip her right hip while with his left, he slid his finger tips up her spine, sending tickling shivers up it and then came to a rest at the base of her skull supporting her head. He slipped his tongue back into her mouth and swirled it around. The interplay of their tongues was not so much a battle for dominance as a silly game. Harry felt Pansy’s body involuntarily draw closer and their front pressed together; he could feel the hard presence of her erect nipples as two almost throbbing points of heat on his chest and his hardening dick was being squeezed between the hot embrace of their bodies. Harry moaned long and hard into her mouth, luxuriating in the feel of her body pressed against his.

Suddenly remembering his and Pansy’s very first time, he broke their kiss and was very pleased to a hear Pansy make a disappointed noise, she seemed to be losing her inexplicable nervousness but he was even more pleased at her surprised but encouraging moan when he started to kiss and suck on her neck and throat. He didn’t feel comfortable with biting like she had done but what he did do was place every long sucking kiss lower down on her neck and worked across to the centre of her throat before trailing kisses downward. He ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her collar bone, which resulted in more of an amused snort than an erotic moan. Shrugging slightly, Harry moved his head lower still to his true targets; Pansy’s round and beautiful breasts.

“Merlin, that’s it Harry” she moaned, “suck my tits.”

And he did; fondling them in his hands, testing their weight and firmness as he squeezed them gently then licking the tip of his tongue around her dark areolae; teasing first one then the other into hardness so he could suckle softly on her quite long nipples like a baby. Pansy gasped and moaned her delight and smiled indulgently at Harry’s enthusiasm for the activity.

After a few minutes an almost deliriously happy Pansy, lightly lifted his head from boobs and drew him into another long kiss, this time her tongue felt more urgent to Harry; so he obediently picked up the pace.

When she again withdrew from him, Harry sensed that it as possibly finally the end of Pansy’s enforced foreplay regime and was quite prepared to bend her over the side of the pool and screw her silly. She smirked at him again as if sensing the crude images in his mind and then to his very great surprise, placed her hands on the sides of the bath, hoisted herself out and sauntered off, so that Harry could only stare at her arse; soaking wet, shiny and slick as it wiggled as she walked away.

“Oi! Potter!” she called back, “Are you joining me or what?”

Woken out of his reverie, Harry pulled himself out quickly; his almost completely erect penis wavered and dripped as he did. Then he was where Pansy has gone; she had laid down several layers of thick fluffy towels; with another folded towel at one end. She had made a bed. She was lying on it, smiling up at him, and then she spread her legs in an obvious invitation. Harry, of course, did not need to be asked twice, almost tripping in his haste to join her.

Kneeling between her legs; Harry took her feet in his hands and started planting kisses on the left foot then the right ankle and then slowly kissed his way up the right knee, then swapping back to the left leg and trailing his lips down the inside of her leg towards her wet pussy, delighting in hearing her breathe growing hoarse and ragged in clear anticipation of some good cunt licking on this point. He planted one last kiss on her leg; he hovered his lips of her pussy and obviously licked them. Then he kissed her; just to the right of the dark soaked stripe of pubic hair above her pussy. Pansy shuddered and mewled as he worked his way up her body; stopping to dip his tongue in her belly button and then sliding his lips up between the valley of her breasts until his face hovered just over her lips. He pulled back slightly when she tried to kiss him.

“You! You damn… TEASE!” she growled; frustrated. Harry affected a look of great surprise then looked down back towards her pussy.

“Oh sorry!” he said, jovially, “If you like, I can go back down and…”

He started to trail his lips slowly back down her body.

“Harry Potter! Don’t you dare!” Pansy growled, “I need you in me!”

Harry’s cock twitched in arousal at the sheer erotic need in her tone. Suddenly acting on an almost feral instinct he clamped his mouth down over Pansy's again and their tongues quickly became embroiled in another epic battle for dominance, almost entirely on its own; the tip of his cock found the wet heat of her entrance and slipped inside. It took all the willpower Harry possessed to stop himself just thrusting as hard and fast as possible; instead he moved his hips forward; driving into her body in one steady but agonizingly slow movement. Her hands tangled in his hair; her grip growing tighter and tighter as he went deeper and deeper until he was fully inside; buried to the balls in hot velvety flesh.

Their lips parted and Harry lifted himself up slightly on his arms to gaze down at the girl impaled upon the length of his dick. He couldn’t see the slightest hint of nerves in her eyes now; just a passionate smouldering lust.

“Oh God, you look sexy,” moaned Harry and started to very gently move; attempting a smooth, constant motion in and out of her as opposed to his usual series of hard quick thrusts. Although the sensations of screwing Pansy were amazing as ever, the slower pace; didn’t overwhelm is as much as before and instead he found himself transfixed by her face. He realised he didn’t see it much when they were having sex; even if they were face to face; they usually buried themselves in each other’s hair or nuzzled their necks; lost in their own little world of pleasure but now he could see the pleasure he was giving; see the flared nose and slightly opened lips gasping, an expression that might have looked slightly gormless if not for the fires of pleasure in her eyes.

“Shit, Harry, don’t stop, this feels so good. Just a bit more…” Pansy said; her voice trailing off slightly as her arms wrapped about Harry pulling him down close to her again. Their faces barely an inch apart.

Whenever the older Gryffindor boys talked about sex, they had also spoken most disparaging of this; the missionary position, describing it as tame and boring. Now, as Pansy pulled him down into an embrace so tight the front of their bodies seemed to meld into one, Harry could only wonder if those boys had been doing it right because this was the most intense feeling he could remember in his entire life. He could tell it if It was the position; or the hot steam and sweat soaking their bodies but he felt like his entire body had been turned into one big erogenous zone. There wasn’t a place where his and Pany’s flesh was touching didn’t feel exceedingly good and in this position it seemed like that area was in the vast majority. All down their front for example, and where Pansy had intertwined her legs with his and along his back and haunches where he could feel the touch of her wandering hands giving static shocks of pleasure that seemed to make the entire of his back tingle.

The next time, Pansy’s agile hands found his arse, they stayed there, gripping slightly and encouraging Harry to speed up. He did; while still trying to keep his undulations smooth and constant even at this faster pace. His hands stroked Pansy’s face and hair as he remained fixed on beautiful visage. He could feel his dick throbbing inside her, desperately aching for relief. He ignored it. He was determined, determined to give the beauty beneath him as much pleasure as possible; to see her cum.

“Ohharrythankyouthankyouthankyo-,” she managed to moan incoherently before Harry wrapped his lips about hers; kissing her deeply even as his eyes stayed locked on hers. The feeling of every single part of their bodies being touched and intertwined with each other seemed to set her off. Every muscle under Harry seemed to tense under enormous strain and then shudder and quake with release. Her lips broke from his so she could splutter and gasp in great breathes between weak muttered praises. Her hip rose upwards seeming to involuntarily grind against Harry, before she collapsed with a blissful almost dazed expression on her face.

Harry could only hold her in his arms a wait for her to recover. When she had returned to herself, she gave him the most satisfied smile imaginable but she frowned when she noticed his unabated erection.

“Didn’t you get to finish?” She said, while Harry tried protest that it was fine, “Oh no, we can’t have that.”

As quick as that Harry found himself flat on his back on the towels with Pansy straddling his waist. She had one hand on the centre of his chest; both supporting her weight and encouraging him to lie still. The other was on his cock; grasping it firmly just under the head to direct it at her entrance. She rubbed him against her entrance and rolled her hips letting his head play against the lips of her labia and have a taste of the wetness and heat of her.

“Tease,” Harry growled up at her,

“Just returning the favour,” Pansy winked at him. Then her hips plunged; enveloping him once more in her hot liquid embrace; drawing an involuntary moan from his lips. He reached out with his hands to grip her ass, to balance her and help her ride him but she giggled and batted them away.

“No, Harry, I want to do this for you,” she said huskily, “just relax,”

She directed Harry’s hands behind his head and then began to ride him slowly. Harry knew their positions had truly been reversed when he looked up and saw her grey eyes now had a steely glint of determination; the same kind Harry knew he had moments earlier. A determination that she was going to make this the most intensely pleasurable thing he had ever felt. The very notion made Harry groan with arousal.

Rubbing her hands against chest for balance; Pansy set up a rhythm; squeezing him with the muscles of her cunt; relaxing them as she plunged and tightening as she rose up again. The result was that he entered her easily but felt her more as she slid up. Each repeat of the process seemed to draw a bigger moan from him. Her hands started moving over his chest, the sensation of her finger tips moving over his chest sent spider webs of pleasure shooting across him. Somehow Pansy seemed to know just how and where he want to be touched almost before he did and her hands worked him over perfectly. His head slumped back in his hands as waves of pure bliss washed over him. He didn’t last long under the sensual assault; having already used up all his willpower when he’d been on top.

“Uh!” He moaned with each impaling thrust; “Ah! Fuck that’s... oh! Pansy I’m going to cum!”

Pansy buried herself to his hilt as he came; rolling and grinding her hips to finish him off. Harry felt himself geyser his jizz up into her; the usual spurts of cum coming so quickly they felt like he was shooting a continuous stream of sperm into her.

Completely spent; his body seemed to relax entirely and he slumped into the makeshift towel bed. To surprise, so did Pansy; resting almost entirely on top his body; her head tucked against his shoulder. One hand causally draped on his chest, playing with his right nipple. They lay there in complete silence and in Harry’s eyes complete comfort. At the moment, he could not remember another time when he had felt as happy and as completely relaxed. He glanced fondly down at Pansy but noticed with a sudden lurch that she seemed once again nervous and her posture was not relaxed at all. It seemed incomprehensible to Harry; was she worried he hadn't liked this? It had been pretty much the most mind blowing experience of his life.

“Pansy,” he said, hesitantly, “are you alright?”

And that, of course, was where it all went wrong.

“Fine, Harry,” she said in tones that said perfectly well she wasn’t.

Harry waited, while realising that they had never really talked afterwards at all.

“So,” she said, suddenly, “How was your party?”

“My… urmm… What?” said Harry, not following the change of subject at all.

“You know; The Slug Club party you went to.” She said, in the same falsely light tone.

“Err… it was allright I suppose,” Harry answered in a none-committal sort of way.

“The Slug Club you went to…” she said and Harry wondered why she was repeating herself until she continued; “with Luna Lovegood.”

It was as though someone had flipped a switch in Harry’s brain or like Pansy’s skull had suddenly become transparent so he could now see exactly what she was thinking. His mind flashed back to everything they had just done; to the special effort Pansy had made; to arrange this meet up, to ensure a safe place where they could be together without fear, the compliments, the slow pace. They hadn’t been just fucking or having sex in here today, he realised. Pansy had been making love to him.

His brain rebelled at the thought. When had he, or she for that matter, indicated they were interesting in anything more than sex? That had been the agreement hadn’t it? Hadn’t she specifically said she didn’t want to have a relationship, right after the first time? This was supposed to be it right? It was just sex. He realised that as he had been floundering with these thoughts, he had not been answering Pansy and she did not look happy about it at all.

“Urm.. yeah I did.” He said which at least was factually correct but was not exactly going to help the situation at all, “as, you know, ‘as a friend,’ so I appeared taken. All the girls were hounding me about it, because of the “The Chosen One” stuff. I mean I have a box of love potion laced chocolate cauldrons in my room, from Romilda Vane. That’s how far They were taking it…”

Harry realised he was burbling at this point and stopped. Pansy however didn’t seem ready to let go the subject of Luna Lovegood.

“So,” she said, dropping the faux happy tone for just coolness, “Just a desperate gambit to avoid your horde of fans? No attraction there at all. With her long blonde hair and big blue eyes? Who’d look twice?”

“Pansy,” he replied slowly, knowing he was stepping on a mine as he did it, “Are you trying to tell me you’re jealous of Luna Lovegood?”

“Oh not at all!” sounding much more like the Pansy that Harry had known in previous years now, “I just would have thought that fucking you in broom-cupboards for two months straight might make me a more appealing last resort than say a crazy dirty haired bint with a fetish for fictional creatures!”

“What happened to ‘we’re not having a relationship Potter’?” Harry snarled, “you’ve changed your tune!”

“Oh yeah?” Pansy retorted, “What about your: ‘no, I don’t want to have sex with you, now get in that closet and spread your legs!’? Not exactly consistent either, are you?”

“I’m sorry, I distinctly remember being dragged in the closest by someone; someone who heartily agreed with me when I said; ‘This is just sex,’ by the way.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Harry. It’s never ‘just sex’!” Pansy snapped, “This is a relationship, whether you realise it or not!”

“Oh is it?!” said Harry is voice steadily rising in volume, “Well, why don’t we just go off and tell all the Gryffindors and Slytherins then. I’m sure they’ll understand completely and not give anyone a hard time! And by ‘hard time’ I mean ‘curse you in the back every chance they get,’”

“You coward!” Pansy shrieked, “You want continue screwing me without anyone knowing? Just so you can get your rocks off! You're using me! Just like Draco Malfoy!”

Pansy instantly realised she had gone to far, Harry saw all the colour fade from her face before the red flush of rage recoloured everything for him. On an intellectual level; he must have know he was basically shagging Draco's cast off but to have it thrown in his face boiled his blood. He came to his feet. Looked her in the eyes.

“I. Am. Nothing. Like. Malfoy.” He stood ramrod straight; every muscle bar one taunt and quivering in rage. He didn’t say another word to her. He didn’t even look at her. If he did he didn’t know whether he would want to hump her or hex her. He pulled on his clothes, picked up his bag and stormed out. Slamming the door.

As quickly as this relationship had started, it had finished.

[End Notes: Time to fess up about some things;
1) One of the things I had forgetten about ‘Half Blood Prince’ (which I have now *shudder* reread for this) was that the Quidditch Captains have equal rank to Prefects and have access to the Prefect’s Bathroom. I have chosen to disregard this because the scene flowed much better the way it is. Besides the idea of the Prefect's having a system or rota for bathroom hi-jinks was to amusing the pass up.
2)Also in the original Book it would seem the Slug Club party was the very last evening of term as Harry didn't have time to tell Hermoine about the Snape/Draco conversation before going to The Burrow. In my timeline, its a day earlier. To make room for the events of this chapter.
3) I have realised that this chapter; in very broad terms has a lot in common with Chapter 2 of “Yule Ball Debauchery” by MayorHaggar, which I have read recently, although I’m not sure whether it was before or after I wrote the plan for this scene. I will note the main thrust of the chapter: Pansy being jealous about the Slug Club and the ensuing argument is entirely dissimilar from that chapter but since MH is a reviewer of this fic I would feel remiss if I did not acknowledge the possible influence, give a tip of the hat to Haggar and recommend YBD as a good read.

As ever; the last line of the chapter is a request for reviews. Please?