An Odd Crush

Pansy was depressed. It had been three weeks since she had had any contact with Harry. She wondered if she had freaked him out that night when she caught him wandering around the corridors. He hadn’t seemed too weirded out at the time, but ever since then she had been unable to catch his eye, and he had seemed determined to avoid her.

“What’s the matter Pansy?” With an effort, she dragged herself out of the mire to focus her attention on who had spoken to her. Daphne, she realised.
“Oh, nothing really,” she answered, smiling half heartedly at the auburn haired girl.
“Nothing,” responded Daphne flatly. “‘Nothing’ is the reason you’ve been staring at that same page for the last forty five minutes?”
Pansy cursed mentally. “Look, it’s just...well, it’s weird. You’ll think I’m weird.”
“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” her friend asked. Pansy nodded. “And things aren’t going so well anymore?”
“What do you mean ‘anymore’?” demanded Pansy.
Daphne laughed. “Oh sweetheart, it wasn’t exactly advanced transfiguration. The last couple of months you’ve been practically on cloud nine, sneaking off now and again, and returning with a stupid grin on your face. Then a couple of weeks ago everything seemed to go back to normal, then last week you hexed that first year for asking if older boys were allowed to date younger girls.”

Pansy felt her expression sour even further. Who else had been aware of all these signs that she hadn’t even realised she’d been broadcasting?

“So who is it?” asked Daphne.
“Never you mind,” snapped Pansy.
The other girl shrugged. “I’ll find out eventually Pansy, but OK. Want to tell me what’s happening anyway? I might even be able to help.”
“He just stopped talking to me,” Pansy almost whispered. “Everything was fine, and then just...nothing.” She looked at Daphne. “Who does that?”
“Is it someone you maybe shouldn’t be involved with?” she asked, a shrewd look in her eyes. Pansy shook her head vigorously.
“You know I’d never do that Daphne,” she told her. “What do you think, that I’m dating a mudblood?”
“Oh, you never know,” Daphne replied. She backtracked a little as Pansy’s eyes flashed with anger. “I had to ask Pansy, that was all!” she said placatingly.
“Well, don’t worry,” Pansy told her. “No mudbloods here, thank you very much,” Just Harry Potter, she thought.

The two girls sat in silence for a moment. “Well, all I can suggest is getting him alone,” said Daphne. “If you have to stalk him, do it.”

As Pansy lay in bed that night, she thought about Daphne’s advice. Was stalking him really the way she wanted to go? After all, it seemed like Harry got off from being in control to some degree, and she half suspected that losing that control that night in the classroom was what had turned him off her. She’d have to think on it a little more. Rolling over, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, doing her best to ignore the image of a slightly disheveled dark haired boy running through her mind.

As the days passed, Pansy dreamed up various scenarios, but none of them seemed right. Apart from anything, Potter was never seen without his two best friends, Granger and Weasley, so getting him alone was a moot point. So it was with a glum face that she headed down to the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the school to watch the first match of the year, the always highly charged Gryffindor vs Slytherin game.

She had been surprised to see Malfoy not playing, but not otherwise bothered. He had been incredibly secretive all year so far, and increasingly surly to boot. She realised that she probably hadn’t been much better the last few weeks, she couldn’t even summon up the energy to conduct a few verses of “Weasley is our King”. The fact that Weasley seemed to be doing pretty well in the Gryffindor goal didn’t help her mood either. All the Slytherins in fact, watched with increasing sourness as Gryffindor pounded their team, and when Potter caught the snitch right out from under their own seekers fingers, that sealed it. Most of the students started filing out and back to the school immediately, while the rest of the school erupted with joy at seeing Slytherin soundly beaten.

“You coming?” asked Daphne Greengrass from beside her.
“In a bit,” Pansy replied glumly. She had her chin in her hands, and was staring despondently at the grass below them. Daphne didn’t seem to want to question her in her sour mood, and she saw her leave from the corner of her eye. As she watched the rest of the school celebrate, she caught sight of the players heading to their respective changing rooms. An idea formed, and she stood quickly, heading over to the Gryffindor area.

She tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible as she approached the changing rooms, there was no doubt in her mind what people would think if they saw a Slytherin student sneaking up on the Gryffindor team right after losing a game. Suddenly, she was Ron Weasley appear from the boys door. “Don’t take too long Harry, party in the common room!” he called, and was answered with a muffled shout.

Pansy hung back as he headed back to the school, and then slipped inside the room, closing the door quietly after her. There was no one around in the first room, just a set of quidditch robes in a pile on the floor. She smiled as she heard the hiss of water hitting the floor, coming from the only other door in the room. Biting her lip, she tried to think what to do. She could wait for him to come out, or she could go in there, but if she was caught...screw it, she thought, as she began pulling off her clothes. In less than thirty seconds she was totally naked, and she headed for the showers.

There he was, naked under the water, his back turned to her. She admired his body for a second, especially the very squeezable bum, and then spoke up. “Party in the common room eh?” she said loudly. He jumped and spun around.
“Pansy? What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“I thought we could have a party in here,” she answered him, walking towards him and joining him under the water. He backed up a little to make room for her, but they were only inches apart. “You’ve been ignoring me Harry,” she said, deliberately using his first name. “I don’t like being ignored.”
“I can tell,” he said somewhat wryly.
“I want you, Harry,” she said. “I know I used you a little last time. This is your chance to use me, if you want to.”

Harry looked down at her, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. If he took that the wrong way, this could go a lot further than she had really meant it to, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop him. Or would want to. He leaned down and kissed her, their bodies touching. She felt his penis against her belly, growing harder. His hands were on her arse, squeezing. This was the first time they’d been totally naked together, and it felt so good! Too soon, her was breaking off the kiss.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. She meekly did as he said, the floor a little uncomfortable on her knees as she sat on her heels, at the perfect height to take his cock into her mouth.
“You kept it,” she said, looking at his hairless crotch. He blushed slightly.
“I looked up the spell,” he said. “Now why don’t you clean me up a little down there?”
She took the hint, and took his dick in her hand before running her tongue up the underside. She looked up as he groaned, and engulfed the head with her mouth. She felt his hands on her head, fingers in her hair, and took as much of him as she could before pulling back, sliding almost all of him out of her mouth until her lips were just touching the head of his cock.

She slid her mouth over his hardness again, and tried to pull all the way back again, but his hands stopped her. Apparently he wasn’t much in the mood for teasing. She worked her tongue over him as she bobbed her head back and forth, becoming aware as she did so that he was thrusting his hips forward just a little each time. Soon this became a little more vigorous, until before long she was simply allowing him to hold her head steady while he fucked her face. She looked up at him as he groaned, but his eyes were tightly shut, his mouth slightly open.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, his thrusts becoming shorter, more urgent. His cock twitched in her mouth, and she waited for the cum to hit her tongue as usual, but this time it was blasted right to the back of her mouth. “Yes!” he grunted, but she choked a little trying to swallow the cum, and pulled away. She gasped for air as his cock pulled free of her mouth, and he grabbed his dick, emptying his balls onto her face as she knelt in front of him.

Finally he was spent, and she got stiffly to her feet, wiping spunk from her face.

“You look hot like that,” he commented, his eyes on her.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “How, crippled?” He laughed quietly.
“No, with my cum on your face. It’s sexy as hell.”
She smiled a little. “Well then, don’t ignore me, and you’ll get to see it again,” she teased. He grinned at her.
“I may just take you up on that,” he answered.

Pansy stood under the water for a minute, washing Harry’s bodily fluids from her face, and stepped out, moving to the rack to grab a towel. Drying herself off, she watched Harry finish his shower. Damn, he was hot, she thought. She hoped she’d persuaded him that life with her around was preferable to life without.

Heading back to the changing room, she pulled her clothes back on, performing a small charm on her hair to dry it properly. It might cause some suspicion to turn up back at school with damp hair. Daphne in particular would want to know how that had happened. Thinking about Daphne, she’d have to be more careful. It wouldn’t hurt to let her know that things were a little better, but she couldn’t go around being totally obvious about how happy she was.

Turning back to Harry, who was getting dressed as well, she smiled. “See you round?” she asked, slightly timidly.
He grinned at her. “You bet.” She smiled more broadly, and checking to make sure the coast was clear of anyone who might see her and wonder what she’d been doing in the Gryffindor changing rooms, she headed back to school.

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Daphne had looked at her slightly suspiciously as they settled down to do their homework that night, only making one vague mention of the fact that she ‘seemed a little happier’, which Pansy had agreed with somewhat distractedly. She hadn’t elaborated, and her friend hadn’t probed. She’d gone to bed early, and lay awake, trying to organise her thoughts.

She had told Harry to use her, and while he hadn’t gone any further than they had already done, he could have. She knew she would have let him. Her fingers found her slit, thinking about how he had taken control, used her mouth to get himself off. She shifted position, her legs spreading a little to give herself better access as her fingers probed the flesh between her legs.

What if he had simply pushed her up against the wall and fucked her? She would have let him, she decided. She was a virgin, but she would have let him. Fuck her and cum in her. She had two fingers inside herself now, imagining it was his cock, him on top of her. Faster she moved, bringing her orgasm closer until she had to stifle a cry as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

Relaxing, she sucked her juices from her fingers before rolling over. It might be a good idea to look up anti-pregnancy charms she thought, sleepily.