It's Just Sex

[A/N: first; some feedback for the reviewers;
red713, I have to admit my structuring of chapters is basically “exposition dump-sex setup-sex” so the plot is not really particularly strong. But I’m glad there’s enough for you.
Sneakyfox, I was wondering why you didn’t review Chapter 3 and everything… :P And yes, Pansy at the very least needs someone to talk to, rather than just a sex buddy.
DHSucks, Your review made me laugh, I must say. Is Harry’s stupidity a deal breaker for you? While he is undeniably being a bit of an idiot (And I think I’ve shown he is aware it of it himself) I don’t think it’s a particularly bad characterisation for him especially considering his past; he’s had such a dearth of physical affection in his live I can see it being an irresistible lure for him; no matter who’s offering it.
Moocow, Thanks for the review. I think Pansy falling for Harry make more sense than vice versa. After all Harry’s a nice chap whereas Pansy’s a bit of a bitch. So although Harry is enormous grateful for the sex I think it would take a bit longer for him to make the jump to romantic feelings. (Pansy also has the advantage of comparing Potter to her previous partners; so the contrast gives her an added boost.)
ares88, Thanks for the kind words; the previous chapter was not the end and I hope you continue to enjoy.
Architect, It wouldn’t be much of a Harry/Pansy fic if they didn’t.
Astender, Harbringer, Alina, Thanks for the reviews.]


Chapter 5: Pain & Reconciliation

As Harry Potter lay in the all too familiar bed at the Hospital Wing, he wondered just how and why his life had gone completely to shit. Since before Christmas things had just seemed to spiral downwards; his friends weren’t talking with each other and didn’t listen to him. Especially not on the subject of Draco Malfoy who was definitely up to something; and yet no one would believe him if he told them. Not even Dumbledore. His school work going badly and his best friend had been poisoned, almost lethally. Although this had had the positive effect of probably patching up his friendship with Hermione, it necessitated his replacement as keeper for the second match of the Quidditch season. Said replacement keeper had then, during the match no less, seized a beater’s bat and accidentally put a dent in Harry’s skull with a miss-hit bludger at close range.

Of course, Madam Pomfrey had got the dent out and sealed the fractures in his skull with her wand in about twelve seconds to hear Ron tell it. Still, apparently head injuries were just not that simple; the impact to his brainpan seemed to have knocked Harry all out of sorts and he continued to suffer dizzy spells and sudden losses of balance that pretty much confined him to his bed under observation by Pomfrey for at least the weekend; for she seemed to think the only solution was to wait for it to sort itself out. Harry didn’t think much of this but considering he couldn’t stand up to argue the point, he had to do what she said.

So here he was; head spinning, defeated in Quidditch and to top it all off, he hadn’t been laid in months. He and Pansy had resolutely decided; they’d never had an argument. They couldn’t have had one; because they hadn’t met face to face or exchanged words at any time in the last term. They were both effectively pretending that their ‘relationship’ had never even happened. Still, Harry had noticed to odd looks he’d been getting since he came back to January; people had just gotten used to him wandering around relaxed and in a good mood so that his steadily increasing grumpiness caught every one up and they set off the newly installed hair trigger on his temper.

He’d not looked at Pansy since before Christmas but he’d certainly heard her; since the new term had started she seemed to have made a remarkable return to form; viciously insulting anyone who crossed her, or who asked her questions; or just came near her, really. She also seemed to fawn over weedy, little, son-of-a-Death-Eater Theodore Nott, causing Harry to get a mad desire to kick things when ever he heard her at it. Not that he was jealous of course. Nor did he miss Pansy Parkinson in the slightest; he kept telling himself. It was just that he was suffering for sex withdrawal or something. Now that he’d been laid a fair few times; the idea of not getting some action on a regular basis seemed mad. He’d even caught himself taking more than a few glances at Romilda Vane and wondering just how... accommodating the fourth year girl might be. Madly, Harry had actually found himself tempted, right up until Vane’s love potion laced Chocolate Cauldrons led indirectly to Ron’s poisoning, which rather took the shine off her in Harry’s eyes. Besides as far he could tell all the girls that were actually after him were vapid idiotic girls. And I’ve had enough of those Harry thought savagely to himself.

It was the middle of the night, one bed over Ron was snoring loudly; sleeping comfortably in the notion he’d be getting out of the hospital wing the next morning. Harry however was still wide awake. It was something about the way that the world was steadily rotating that made it difficult for him to drop off. He growled in frustration and punched his pillow a couple of times and resolutely buried his head in it, closed his eyes and tried to sleep.


Pansy meanwhile hurried through the darkened night time corridors of Hogwarts castle, wondering just what the hell she thought she was doing. She wasn’t worried about being caught; the Prefect’s Badge that shined on her chest was respected enough by the Teachers that she could pretty much wonder around at night with impunity. She was worried however about the reaction she would get when she got where she was going.

The Hospital Wing was dark and the door was unlocked. Madam Pomfrey was presumably asleep in the cot in her office, she had her own quarters of course but never used them when she had students in over night; which was most of the time. Only two of the beds were occupied; one by a snoring lump that had to be Ronald Weasley and the other one was Harry Potter. Pansy quietly moved towards his bed but halfway there she was transfixed by a pair of brilliant green eyes.

Harry was wide awake and staring right at her.


Harry had just been nodding off when the door to the hospital wing had opened and someone stepped into the room, looked around, and head straight for him in a very furtive manner. Harry lay very still and wondered if Madam Pomfrey had left his wand in the usual place and whether he should make a dive for it. Then he recognised who it was and his jaw dropped, eyes growing wide with surprise.

“What are you doing here?” He said, a slight edge coming to his voice.

Pansy Parkinson approached the side of his bed. To Harry’s eyes she looked terrible. She was pale and worried and Harry, though not expert on the subject, could have sworn her make up looked messed up as if it had been partially removed somehow and then she’d attempted to fix it.

“I-I wanted to see if you were alright…” she said hesitantly.

“Visiting hours are during the day, Pansy,” Harry said, coolly.

“Well yes, but as someone so recently told me; people might disapprove of me openly showing feelings other than deepest scorn for you,” she replied.

“I’m fine,” Harry growled, “Anything else I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to say… to say, I miss you.” Pansy blurted out.

Harry could only stare at her.

“I know I messed up, I know I lied to you and I really was jealous about that party and there’s really no reason you should ever like me since I’ve said the nothing but the most horrible things about you for years now but I really do miss you.”

The words all seemed to spill out of her in own barely controlled neurotic stream and by the time Harry’s poor befuddled brain managed to figure out what it was she was saying it seemed Pansy’s nerve had failed her and she bolted towards the door. Harry, acting more on instinct than anything else, jumped up out of bed to try and follow her.

He got two paces.

Then the floor tipped 45 degrees to the side, Harry’s world spun around him several times in a second and he collapsed on the floor with a resounding smack!

Pansy, who was already halfway through the door, jumped and turned around to look at him.

“Urm… A little help please, someone?” He said in a muffled voice. In the other bed Ron gave an almighty snore and rolled over.

“Smooth move, Potter,” she said slightly scornfully, but nevertheless, came back and helped him up and back to his bed. He walked shakily as the world was still spinning for him.

“So,” Pansy said once Harry was back on the bed and she perched on the edge, “what was that about?”

“Been having Dizzy spells since… you know” Harry mimed a bludger smacking him in the forehead.

“And when you said you were fine..?”

“I was lying.” Harry grimaced. Pansy scowled at him, “look, I’m scared ok?”

Pansy stared at him, he stared back.

“Did you just tell me you were scared?” she said in a disbelieving tone of voice.

“Well, what if it never stops? I mean what if Pomfrey can’t fix it and I’m can’t walk down a corridor without it deciding to spin around like a top?”

Pansy however would not be diverted from her line of thought, she leaned closer her face merry and voice adopting a sort of sing-song tone.

“You did! You said you were scared, Harry Potter is scare-mmphf”

Harry suddenly moved his head in and kissed her on the mouth, muffling her words. It was an awkward kiss; lacking the heat and hunger of their previous kisses and neither was quite sure how far they wanted it to go. Harry gently brought his hands up cupping her cheek and brushing back her hair with his fingertips. Their lips locked; gently sucking on each other’s lips but not really attempting a deeper kiss, they broke off and coughed slightly, still looked rather embarrassed.

“I missed you to” Harry said, very quietly.

“Oh really?” said Pansy, “But did you missed me or did you just miss this?”

They kissed again and Pansy found her finger through his hair, deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth to wrestle with his. Harry lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss and gently settled back into his bed; arms encircling Pansy and drawing her down on top of him.

“Very smooth, Mr Potter,” Pansy teased once they broke off again, the faces now merely inches apart, as she now lay on top of him.

“I thought so,” He smiled up at her.

“You never answered my question Harry.” Pansy said, “Are you missing me or the sex?”

“I suppose it would be the wrong answer to say the sex?” Harry said, half-joking, then looked away, “You were right, really. In the end, I was just using you.”

“No, no, you were right,” Pansy said, softy, “I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, I never really made my feelings at clear.”

“So, what? We were both right? Both Wrong?” he said, “Where does that leave us?”

“Well, maybe,” said Pansy, “We could pick up where we left off; you know, ‘friends with benefits’ only work a bit more on the ‘friend’ bit?”

“I like the sound of that; I could always do with more friends,” Harry agreed but even has he did so, he noticed Pansy’s face fall ever so lightly, “but I’m thinking you might really be wanting more than that?”

She smiled and gave him a quick soft kiss.

“I don’t want to push my luck, Harry,” she said, “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

And for the moment, that seemed to be the end of that. Pansy lent down again and kissed him deeply; her fingers entwining in his hair again and her tongue slipped inside his mouth while Harry’s own hands went exploring, re-familiarising himself with her curves; running the tips of fingers up and down hers sides across her back and down to the round curves of her butt, which he squeezed, eliciting a ragged moan from Pansy that was mainly smothered by his mouth.

After several minutes of kissing and groping each other, Pansy shifted her weight back on her to her knees and moved her hands to the buttons of Harry’s pyjamas shirt. She deftly unbuttoned them and as she undid each button she kissed the newly exposed flesh beneath it

“Pansy,” Harry gasped, “It’s not that that doesn’t feel amazing but you remember that we’re not exactly alone here right?”

Pansy shot him a wicked grin and continued what she was doing.

“You’ll just have to try and contain yourself then won’t you? I shouldn’t worry too much; it’s already obvious your friend is a very heavy sleeper.” She said just before she took one of Harry’s nipples in her mouth and sucked on it. Harry had to bite his bottom lip to stop a loud moan escaping from him. When she lifted her head again his nipple was as hard as rock and was dark and shiny with Pansy’s saliva. She quickly moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment; this time managing to tease a long low moan from Harry’s lips. She continued to work her way lower; planting hot kisses all across his stomach and dipping her tongue into his belly button. Eventually Harry’s entire top lay unbuttoned and opened; baring his saliva covered chest to the open air. Pansy’s head rested on his lower stomach; her pointed chin digging in just above his waist line. She grinned at him.

“Just one button left to do Harry.” She said with a wink. Harry breathed in sharply when he realised exactly which button she was talking about it but by then she’d already done it and had his pyjama trousers halfway down his legs. She didn’t stop until she pulled them off entirely and dropped them in a small pile at the foot of the mattress.

Harry’s dick was already quite hard from Pansy’s ministrations and stood up hard from his body. Pansy’s hand reached out, gently wrapped her fingers around it and started running them up and down his length in a slow jacking motion. Harry’s fingers dug into his sheets as she got to work on; firmly working his shaft with one hand while the other hand went to Harry’s thigh, encouraging him to spread his legs for her. Harrry’s head dropped to into his pillows as he enjoyed the sensations rippling up from his groin, but Pansy was not nearly done yet. She gently kissed the tip of his dick and took the whole head of his dick into her mouth; her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on it, intently. Harry gasped at the sudden heat wrapped around his dick as Pansy’s tongue swirled across the head of it, her hand still stroking his throbbing shaft. Harry felt like all his self control was completely shattered; he was quickly going to climax under the hot pressure of Pansy’s mouth soon, he could feel the pressure growing his balls and then to his very great surprise; Pansy’s jacking hand slowed down and her mouth left his shaft. There was sudden silence as her slurps no longer filled the air; just the ragged sound of their breathing.

Then Pansy’s head ducked down even lower as she started to run her tongue across his balls. Harry moaned piteously as she licked all over his scrotum leaving it slick and shiny all over before kiss and sucking on each ball in turn; letting each of them feel the incredible heat of her mouth and the strength of her suction. Harry growled and felt like she was sucking so hard, he wasn’t surprised if one of his balls popped off into her mouth entirely; the whole process giving him almost uncomfortably amounts of pleasure surging through his sensitive testicles.

At a particularly load groan of Harry’s, Pansy looked up from her sucking, sharply and ceased all manipulations of his private parts; giving him another evil grin when he further groaned in disappointment.

“I see what you mean Harry,” she teased, “you do make a lot of noise don’t you. Would you like me to help you keep a bit more quiet so we can finish?”

Harry nodded eagerly, only afterwards wondering what exactly he was agreeing to. How exactly was she going to keep him quiet? Harry’s eyes darted around, suddenly worried about the possibility of her using something around him as a gag.

Then it became clear what Pansy was going to do when she quickly took off her black robes; revealing the oversized green t-shirt she was using as nightie, which she then also took off; revealing nothing but pale creamy skin underneath. She folded up her clothes and left them with Harry’s pyjama bottoms. She crawled onto the bed and then turned around; so that she was straddling Harry’s face. Harry looked up and could see her pink slit and dark stripe above him.

“I hope you gather the general idea, here Potter?” Pansy said, lightly.

Harry did. He showed this by reaching up and seizing her butt in both hands and pulling it down to his face. He enjoyed hearing for a few seconds, Pansy’s own moans as he started exploring her cunt with deft licks and flicks of his tongue against sensitive areas inside her pussy. He didn’t get to hear much before Pansy’s own outcries were muffled as she remembered that she was supposed to be doing something in this position as well. Harry wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, gently pulling it this way and that while caught in his lips; drawling muffled squeaks from Pansy and an increasing damp feeling on his lower face and pansy got wetter with arousal. What he was doing for her however was nothing compared to how she was making him feel. Her mouth had wrapped around his shaft and then descended and descend. Harry didn’t know whether this position made if easier for Pansy to swallow him or whether she was simply trying to make this first reunion encounter that much more memorable, what he did know though was that she never before managed to fit so much of him down her mouth; he felt sure his head was now well past her tonsils and into her throat proper; if only because he could feel through his dick exactly when she swallowed as the muscles work against his shaft.

Trying to ignore the way her lips were wrapped around the very base of his dick or the way her nose seemed to be pressed into his balls, he instead concentrated on just giving her as much pleasure as possible; teasing the lips of her labia with his tongue or plunging it as deep as possible into her channel and returning to tease and suckled on the nub of clit but there was problem with this strategy; the more pleasure he gave, the more she let out pleased moans and since her voice box was now lodged against his dick and sent vibrations running down the whole length of his shaft. The second Harry noticed this effect he was effective finished. Each moan sent shuddering waves of pleasure through out him; he didn’t have time to try and warn Pansy; as soon as the vibrations hit his balls he felt his cock jerk and spasm as he shot his thick white load directly into Pansy’s swallowing throat. His loud moans of pleasure had a similar effect of the pussy smothering his face; he felt Pansy’s hips jerk involuntarily and held her still with his hands licking as quickly as possibly as an extra wave of her juices splattered his face.

They both collapsed on the bed, extracting their faces from each other’s privates as they did so. Pansy beamed at Harry but didn’t turn around on the bed; to snuggle with him. Instead she managed, shakily to get to her feet and pull on her clothes. Allow the while smiling brilliantly.

“Well Mr Potter,” she said, “I hope you’re feeling better now.”

Harry allowed that he was. They shaped one last long kiss before Pansy swept off back to her dormitory, leaving him nothing but the sweetest memory of her smile and the hope of promising future relationship. His head had stopped spinning instead it was pleasant light having been flooded with the most pleasant endorphins.

All in all, he was lucky that he remembered to put on his pyjama’s again before he drifted off into one of the most relaxing nights sleep he’d had in a long time.

[End notes: Another shorter chapter; though not nearly as short as chapter 3, similar in length to the first instalment. Anyway, more deviations from Canon here. It suited me to have Harry’s head injuries to have more lasting consequences in this, to make Harry more vulnerable in this scene. Plus head injuries really are that serious and unpredictable anyway.

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