It's Not Just Sex

Chapter 5: Don’t Ya Just Love It When A Plan Comes Together?

“Alright, I’m sorry if this sounds harsh but this a bloody stupid plan.” said Pansy.

Across a dining room table strewn with vast quantities of diagrams and written notes, Hermione glared, bad enough the vacuous slytherin tramp was even there with them but now she seemed quite content to start criticising Hermione’s planning; had She ever taken parted in the joint rescue of a wrongly convicted man and hippogriff? Or planned out an attempt to breach fearsome magical defences in search of an immortality giving stone? She hadn’t, Hermione mentally huffed, she hadn’t even ever broken into the ministry of magic to save someone who wasn’t there. Remembering how annoyed Harry seemed to get whenever she talked to Pansy, Hermione mentally try to count to then, then she snapped back at Pansy.

“So I assume you’ve got a better idea,” she said sharply.

“Because not coming up with a better plan; totally negates the fact that the one we have is stupid,” Pansy growled, “Look so say, through a complicated system of ambushes and drugging, we get inside the building all polyjuiced up and ready to go? Then what? We have less than an hour to search the place head to bottom? With no idea what’s inside, where Umbridge will be or what safety measures inside we could trip.”

Hermione opened her mouth, trying to think of a suitably cutting reply but of course they boys stood up for her, yet again.

“You’ve got to admit she had a point, ‘Mione,” said Ron quietly. Hermione bristled silently, she’d expected this kind of claptrap from Harry, but still she’d hoped, in vain it seemed, for more from Ron, “I mean, you’ve got this crazy brilliant scheme to get us all inside the building but then what do we do?”

“Well, we find Umbridge, obviously and get her to tell us where the locket is,” Hermione said, crossly.

“That’s all well and good Hermione,” Harry said, in a cautious ‘I don’t want to sound like I’m automatically siding with my girlfriend even though, that’s exactly what I’m doing,’ which after a second’s though Hermione realised she might be reading a little too far into it, “But say she doesn’t just give up the locket, what if say just alerts every Auror and Death Eater in the building?”

Hermione shrugged.

“Well I fail to see where we can go, where that won’t be true, Harry.”

“Alright,” said Harry, and Hermione got the impression he was doing some fast thinking, “what about her house? She’s not going to have a bunch of Aurors on hand there is she?”

“That’s great Harry,” Ron said, “If only we actually knew where she lived.”

“Ok, c’mon,” Pansy rejoined the conversation, “ That’s the easy part right? Don’t tell me we can’t find some kind of tracking spell in one of Hermione’s books, slap in it on some junk mail and owl it off to her.”

And Hermione watched as the meeting was slowly dragged out of her control…

~O~

Hot water cascaded across Harry’s head and ran in trickles down his body. The entire bathroom was covered in billows of hot steam emanating from the shower head. It was now mid-morning and he and his group were planning to break into Umbridge’s home later that day. In fact, pretty much as soon as he got out of that the shower he was going to have to gather them all together to go and break into a government official’s home.

Which possibly explained why he’d been in the shower for almost ninety minutes now.

Harry ran the soap through his hair and stuck in the water flow for the seventh time as the gushing of water passed over his head, filling his ears with gurgling sounds as white soapy suds splatter the bathtub around his feet. The sound of rushing water almost droned out the questioning voice on the other side of the door. There was another quick mutter and the lock unlocked itself.

“I’m pretty sure the hot water’s charmed to never run out, Harry,” Pansy said, lightly, as she closed the door behind her, “If that’s what you’re waiting for.”

“I-” Harry stumbled over his words, “What?”

“Just saying,” Pansy said, shucking off her robes, “You’ve been in here a long time.”

Harry stared. She was completely naked under robes. A sight that never got old; or ever failed to send his heart apounding.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was the last in here,” He stammered slightly, as she clambered into bathtub under the showerhead with him.

“You were,” Pansy smirk, which faded slightly when he didn’t smile back, “Alright, Harry, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry,” Harry apologised, “Just nervous”

Without hesitation, Pansy wrapped him up in a hug. Their warm wet bodies pressed together shamelessly.

“Merlin, your hands are shaking,” Pansy said, “And here I was comforting myself thinking you did this kind of thing all the time.”

“Well yeah,” Harry conceded, “Just usually, it’s a lot more spur of the moment. Not so much of the waiting around before hand.”

Harry gratefully wrapped his arms around Pansy’s slender form. His hands didn’t shake near so much when they were holding on to something. Pansy leant in and started planting slow kisses across Harry’s chest and neck. They felt fantastic, Harry groaned slightly, letting out a long soft breath as he relaxed, slumping against the tiled wall.

“Not that I don’t appreciate it,” He gasped, “But is now, really the right time?”

Pansy’s crotch gently rubbed against his own as she ground down on him,

“Now’s the perfect time,” She said, slightly unevenly as Harry’s rapidly developing hard-on pushed against her, “just relax, and concentrate on this”

Their lips met in a tantalisingly light kiss, just a slight brush of Pansy’s lips on his own. Not for the first time Harry marvelled at the softness of them and the sweet taste of her breath. He leant into it and was rewarded as her mouth open and their tongues played across each other, dancing passionately as Pansy melted into his arms, their wet bodies writhing slightly against each other. Harry’s hands had stopped shaking as he caressed her smooth skin; tracing the planes of her back, the line of her spine before conforming to the round globes of her arse.

He squeezed.

Pansy moaned audibly even through the smothering effect of his lips on hers. The sound suddenly fascinated Harry. He squeezed again, Pansy’s moan seemed even louder this time. Her hands clutched gently at his chest, he could just feel her nails, pressing slightly into his skin. Their kiss broke as they both panted slightly. Harry gently manoeuvred his unresisting girlfriend and with sudden inspiration, pushed up her against tiled wall. Face first. He wrapped his arms about her waist and pressed himself against her; cupping her tits as his hard on seemed to fit perfectly in the crevice of her butt. Her body was perfect, he thought, completely pliant and trust of him, she writhed hotly in his grip as he started to hump her butt and fondle her tits, drawing hoarse moans out of Pansy as he sucked gently on her neck.

Sandwiched between cool slick tiles and the hot demanding body of her boyfriend, Pansy had completely lost it; whether through the heat of her arousal or the hot water and steam pouring over their bodies, her brain seemed to have reduced to mush, concerned only with the surges of pleasure shooting from just about every erogenous zone of her body. Her forehead rested gently on the wall, her hands scrabbling uselessly on the tiles, she was aware she’d spread her legs as wide as possible as Harry entered her pussy from behind. Barely standing on her tiptoes, Pansy was hardly supporting her own weight, she was only held up by Harry’s strong arms and most of her weight being leant against the wall.

Harry was captivated. It was the only word to describe it. Entranced by the mingles sounds; the rush of the shower water raining down of them, the wet slap of his hips against her round backside, and above the low pleasured screams and moans that were tumbling out of Pansy’s mouth as he pounded her ruthlessly from behind. He was vaguely aware he’d fucked her silly; she writhed and panted completely at his mercy. A thrill of power rushed through him, even headier a pleasure that the feeling of his dick slamming into her tight snatch.

Beneath him, Pansy’s body seemed to tense up as if she was about to climax, but it didn’t seem to Harry that she was, he continued thrusting inside her; hard and fast. Drops of liquid shimmered all over their bodies a mix of sweat and condensed steam. Pansy’s moans and small noises of delight, seemed to have died away, instead, he could barely hear over hoarse her panting a refrain that went something like;

‘Ohgodsohgodsohgods’

Harry’s head rested next to Pansy’s as he bent her over slightly further, spreading legs wider still as his thrusts became slower but deeper, the end of each thrust was greeted by an almost explosive gasp of air, kissing her lope gently he cooed in her; telling how good she felt, how amazingly beautiful she was and just how hard he was going to make her cum for him.

It would have been impossible to notice when Pansy came, her already tetanic limbs spamsed mindlessly, she gulped in great gasp of air as her belly heaved and rippled in pleasure.

Not the mention the way her pussy clamped down around his dick, compressing it with such force Harry wouldn’t be surprised if his dick had been permanently altered. For a second her muscles relaxed, only to clamp down again twice as hard. Harry let out a long groan as the a surge of pleasure that bordered on pain swept through him as he rode out what surely must be multiple orgasms on Pansy’s part. Harry thought he might have made it through the first one but the second one blew past whatever control he might have had. Through a torrent of pleasure, Harry noticed their orgasms almost seemed to be sychronised; the contractions of Pany’s cunts meshing perfectly with the ball draining spurts of cum from his dick.

Harry couldn’t tell how long their bodies were meshed in perfect bliss, what little control over himself he had was spent trying to stop himself and pansy from simply collapsing to a boneless heap in the bathtub, when he came to himself, he realised he was still holding Pansy in his arms, the girl seemed completely limp, still slightly shaking. He held to his body, face to face again and continued murmuring sweet nothings into her barely conscious ear.

He might have been worried if not for the sweetest smile spread across her face.

~0~

“So there are no alarms?” Harry asked in a whisper.

“No alarms that I can detect Harry,” Hermione corrected in a sharp but quiet voice, “But I’m hardly an expert on dismantling wards here.”

They were both stood in a dark corner of an apartment building, their eyes fixed on the door of an apparently completely normal and unassuming London flat. In actual fact, it was home to one of the malevolent people, Harry had ever had the misfortune to meet; Dolores Jane Umbridge. Despite the change in regime at the ministry, the woman was still in a position of high power, given the newspapers, they had been able to scrounge, she’d actually flourished; gaining more power as the head of the Muggleborn Registration Commission.

“Well, I think we’re going to have to go in anyway,” Harry said, “we’ve already wasted half an hour, sitting around.”

Hermione just glowered at him. Internally Harry sighed. Hermoine’s obvious unhappiness had not abated and had in fact intensified. It didn’t help that the first stage of the new plan was just as easy and went just as smoothly as Pansy had predicted. Looking back, Harry still thought or rather hoped that he had been fair; he’d hadn’t backed Pansy simply because she was his girlfriend but because she had a good point. Which was easier to break into? The ministry building, heart of the wizarding world and now Death Eater Central, or some witch’s house? It was that simple. He half hoped they’d make it up, if he stuck close and worked with her during their mission but not luck so far. Hermione’s ability to hold a grudge was beginning to border on his own.

He and Hermione quickly advanced on the poor unassuming door and Ron and Pansy approached from their own hiding place further along, both looking very solemn. They all had their wands out.

“Alohomora! Harry whispered. The door didn’t budge and remained completely locked.

“Honestly Harry,” Hermoine said, pointing her own wand at the door, “She figured out how to stop that two years ago. Diffindo”

She quickly swiped the tip of her wand along the lock side of the door, there were numerous metallic crunching sounds and the cutting charm severed a lock, two deadbolts and a chain. The door swung ponderously open as Hermione gave it a little shove.

The quartet rushed inside and sealed the door behind them with a quick charm. Another spell of Hermione’s told them that they were alone, which did absolutely nothing to quieten Harry growing sense of intense discomfort with the place. To the eye, it was a perfectly normal apartment; living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and a small study and much of it was decorated the same way as her Hogwarts office hard been, in a stereotypical girly shade of pink, with many pictures of cats, in frames or patterned onto porcelain; decorative plates or ornate teacups.

But everything was just slightly off. For all the picture of cats, there was no evidence that Umbridge had an actual cat familiar, there were no litter boxes, scratching posts, or sleeping pads, not even any star hairs or the smell of cat in the air. The living room was immaculate but the furniture didn’t look so much well cared for as completely unused. Obviously Umbridge was not one for the creature comforts, or house parties of any kind. The study was the complete opposite and had seen hard use. The desk was overly flowing with scrolls and scraps of parchment with detailed notes all over it tiny neat handwriting, like a sinister version of any where Hermione worked. Here there was a smell, a foul smell that attested to frequent visitors of the avian postal variety.

Still, though searched as hard as they was, the grim truth was quickly becoming apparent to Harry and that was that..

“It’s not here.” Hermione said, her voice carefully pitched to have the smallest amount of smug superiority as possible while it still being evident that it was there, throwing herself down a pink armchair

“It does look that way,” Ron agreed, though with a slight apologetic glance towards Pansy.

“And what are we going to do now, I’d like to know?” Hermione hissed.

Harry glared at it. It was a dumb question after all, the answer was obvious, she just wanted to them admit she’d be right in the first place.

“Well we get out of here, don’t we? With any luck Umbridge won’t know we’ve been here.”

“Which would be a lot more likely if someone hadn’t decided to magically destroy all her locks,” Pansy griped.

“I didn’t see you rush forward to get us in here,” Hermione retorted, “Even though it was your harebrai-”

But the argument was cut horridly short as green flames whooshed into existence in the fireplace as a dark figure stepped out with a wand at the ready; The Auror known as Dawlish.

Harry and Hermione were quickest; wands levels and there was general shout of “Stupefy!” Bolts of red light criss-crossed the room. Dawish managed to stun a small inoffensive and above all empty armchair while Hermione’s spell whizzed just under his left earlobe. Harry’s spell was the most accurate and drilled him in the chest, sending him sprawling unconscious into the, now fireless, fireplace.

It was possibly the shortest and least challenging duel Harry had ever taken part in. Yet it had been unexpected and had sent adrenaline coursing through his body, he felt quite jittery. It had also been quite loud, Harry almost missed the pops of apparition behind him. Dawlish had been a decoy, he realised meant to distract them while the competent Aurors got the drop on them. He threw himself side ways just as a jet of ret light shot over his head and exploded a kitten encrusted teapot. It seemed Ron had realised as well, but instead of dodging himself he flung himself between the apparated Aurors and Hermione, pushing her out of the line of fire. He took two stunners, one in the chest and one between the eyes; the impact threw him back of the sofa in a crash.

There were more pops as more Aurors apparated directly into the living.

Pansy, Hermione and Harry all shot stunning spells back, there were so many aurors apparating that they barely had to aim, just shout as red blast of lights felled their opponents. The Aurors’ numbers, although threatening, were their biggest strength and their biggest weakness. Who ever had called them in and had opted to go in with everyone available and that was far too many to coordinate properly. They were confused and were much more likely to hit one of their own than a target. Harry and his friends had no such worries.

“POTTER!!” screeched an all too familiar voice, Harry glared as a toad like woman stormed into the room, with a short stubby wand clutched in a toad like grip and a large golden locket about her neck, very obvious over a tacky pink woollen cardigan.

“Hermione,” Harry ordered, his voice snapping with authority, “Get Ron and get out. Pansy, Cover her.”

The room crisscrossed with spell effects; red lines of stunners than were now mixed with the more potent spells Aurors knew and now as Pansy started blasting away at the people between Hermione and ron, the vivid purple light of her favourite lightening hex, which she was casting near constantly at low power, instead of a deadly strike, she was producing many light blasts that forked in to may stinging tendrils, causing the aurors the flinch and back away.

Even as he heard Hermione dissapparated with Ron in a large Crack! Harry charged at Umbridge. She was flanked by two of the largest toughest Aurors had ever seen and they were pointing their wands; spells shot over his shoulder and between his chest and arm, missing his flesh by a merest of inches; he pointed his own wand and too hurried to aim; instead yelled;

“Aguamenti”

It was a water summoning charm. Simple stuff. He vividly remembered using it to try and get Dumbledore to drink something after he’d drained a chalice of poison. Here though Harry cast it not as a simple jet of water but with much great energy a great billowing cloud of steam issued forth from his want, expanding across the room in an expanding cone of scalding hot gas. Umbridge and the Auror through up their arms and screamed and howled in pains as it washed over them. In an instant Harry bounded up to them, his wand in his right; hitting a struggling Umbridge with a quick stunner as the left yanking the heavy chain off of her neck, the locket at the end was immensely heavy for such a small object.

“Crucio” came a cold voice from behind Harry. A spell clipped his shoulder, he screamed as pain shot out from the impact point, a wave of heat and agony that made him feel like he was being skinned with red hot pokers; sharp red hot pokers. He dropped to the ground, the locket dropped from spasmodic fingers. Harry quickly grabbed it again with his right hand but lost the opportunity to fire back with his wand in doing so. A second spell struck him dead on, causing him to scream and shake. Weakly he rolled over to face his tormentor.

It was no Auror; a Death Eater, tall and blonde haired smiled a rictus grin at Harry and lifted his wand again. Put he was too slow, Pansy lunged across the floor, throwing herself flat out, as spelt wizzed over her head. She landed heavily but close enough that the tips of her fingers curled around Harry’s ankle. The last thing he heard was the Titantic CRACK of a hasty, desperate, disapparition.


a/N: Alright, this was finished mainly between midnight and 2am, so it may be a little choppy towards the end. Hope its not too bad. Thanks for struggling through if it was! And reviews are always uplifting so don't be afraid to tell me what you think!