Enslaved

Just want to say thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. Yes Harry is out of character & a little unhinged, but it's just he's thinking about the power so much.

everyone has been positive about this fic so thanks again.

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The Show

Harry sighed heavily as he glared at the map of the Ministry of Magic he held in his hand that Hermione had drawn up. Her plan was good, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything else other than Pansy Parkinson at the moment.

He shifted about into a more comfortable position on the bed and rearranged his pillow behind his back. Harry couldn’t understand why he was only feeling a slight satisfaction at catching her crying earlier. It obviously meant that she was weakening, buckling under his authority.

But she wasn’t submitting in front of him was she? She was still clinging on to the last shreds of dignity she possessed while in his presence. That fact annoyed Harry no end. Pansy was a lot stronger than he thought she was.

Chewing absently on his bottom lip Harry’s mind spun over the remaining possibilities left to break Pansy down. He was desperate to be with her, desperate to be inside her and find out what it was like to take what he wanted from her. But there was a tiny voice at the back of his head reminding him that he shouldn’t really perform that ultimate act until Pansy became a willing party.

She had begged him to fuck her last night against the wall in the hall way, but Harry didn’t for one second believe she had really meant it and wouldn’t regret it today if he had. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want her to regret it. He actually wanted her to want him.

A light knock on his door brought him out of his brooding thoughts as the subject herself walked into the room with a plate of sandwiches and a drink for him. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she carefully avoided looking him in the face while she made room on his desk for his snack.

Evidently she was uncomfortable in this presence, she was wary of him, didn’t trust him not to demand some new demeaning thing from her. Harry grinned to himself, he had just thought of a whole new way to make her feel even more vulnerable when in his presence for a short time. “Parkinson.”

“Yes?” She stopped half way towards the door groaning inwardly. Pansy had rather hoped to be in and out of his room quickly before he could demand something from her.

“Leave your knickers behind.” Harry drawled lazily from his lounging position on the bed.

Pansy’s eyes widened slightly and she was glad she had her back to him. Arranging her features into sneer she looked over her shoulder at him. “Want to wear them do you, Potter?”

“Not particularly,” He replied, his voice showing no hint of annoyance at her insult. “But I don’t really want you wearing them anymore either. Ever.” He added forcefully causing her to gape at him. “Don’t think you can sneak a pair on either, I’ll be performing regular checks to ensure that you are carrying out my commands.”

Gritting her teeth, her eyes flashing with loathing Pansy removed her underwear and flung them across the room at him. “There you go.”

Harry smiled as though she had just given him a cup of tea, “Thanks, Parkinson.”

“Fuck off.” She muttered under her breath as she stomped from the room feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. Pansy knew Harry’s ways by now and she was annoyed that she was feeling exactly how he wanted her to feel.

Hours later, just as Pansy crawled into bed she heard a light banging on her bedroom wall. Resisting the urge to scream with anger she buried her face in the pillow and kicked the bed instead. He was such a bastard! He had deliberately waited until he figured she was in bed before summoning her!

Grumbling to herself Pansy swung herself out of bed and padded across the room. She didn’t bother knocking on Harry’s door but stomped through it her face a mask of annoyance. “Yes?”

“I’m bored.” He replied in a whiny voice, “And I can’t sleep.”

“Don’t ask me to sing to you.” She warned.

Harry laughed, “I wasn’t going to. Your in my presence remember?”

Sighing heavily Pansy dropped her nightgown to the floor. Harry nodded his approval, “Good to see you were listening earlier.” He commented as he eyed her naked body. Rising from the chair he was sitting in he motioned to Pansy, “Take a seat, Parkinson.”

Suspicion clouded her face, but she went and sat in the offered chair anyway as Harry settled himself back against the wall on the bed. He surveyed her quietly for a few minutes as if thinking about his next move and Pansy began to feel her apprehension bubbling to the surface.

“Spread your legs,” Harry eyed her hungrily, “Now, as I’m bored, I would like a little entertainment. So, entertain me, Parkinson.”

Pansy frowned, “I don’t follow you.”

Harry gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes, “I would have thought it was quite simple, Parkinson. Touch yourself.”

“WHAT!”

“Shh! You’ll wake Ron and Hermione.”

“I don’t give a shit…..”

“Do it, Parkinson. It’s a direct command.”

Pansy felt as if her whole body was burning with humiliation. At this moment in time she really hated Harry Potter and would like nothing more than to curse him into oblivion. Of course, she did not have that option, she didn’t really have any option at all.

Swallowing nervously she let her hand wander up the creamy skin of her thigh. Perhaps, if she closed her eyes and imagined she could pretend Harry Potter was miles away, she could pretend that it was Draco touching her, and maybe she could get through it.

Harry watched fascinated as her long, elegant fingers inched closer and closer to their destination. He had thought it would be interesting to watch, but most of all he had wanted to increase his humiliation of her in an effort to try to break her down. He had wanted her to beg him not to make her do it, but Pansy didn’t, she did what he asked her to do with her head held high, just as she had so far.

Pansy heard his gasp when her fingers made contact, the tip of her index finger pressing lightly against her own clitoris, making gentle circular motions as she rubbed herself, all the while feeling the humiliation radiating from her body.

It could have been nice, if she was alone to do her own thing and able to relax and enjoy the gentle tingling sensations her own fingers produced in her. But she could feel Harry’s hungry eyes on her, watching her every move and she just felt sick.

Presently she applied a little more pressure and chanced a quick peek at Harry. Pansy was rather surprised at the way he was looking at her, all needy and lust filled, the bulge in his trousers extremely evident. Could he get so turned on by watching her?

Strangely enough Pansy found herself becoming excited when she heard the strangled moan coming from deep within Harry’s throat. Watching him through mere slits for eyes she inserted her index finger inside her now moist entrance.

“Merlin,” Harry hissed, his eyes fixed on her finger now slowly thrusting in and out of her own pussy. Harry wasn’t sure he could get any harder, but when she slid another finger inside herself he was proved wrong and he groaned.

Harry’s groan spurred her on and Pansy felt herself getting wetter, felt her fingers slide easier between her slick lips and she moaned softly, wondering what his reaction would be to that.

Harry’s reaction was to swallow the loud groan that threatened to rip from this throat and fumble with his trousers to release his throbbing member. He ran a hand down his shaft quivering at the sight of Pansy sitting opposite him, her legs spread wide and the liquid between her legs glistening in the light from the lone candle on his desk.

Pansy’s hand twisted position so that the pad of her thumb could press lightly against her now hardened numb as she moaned at the steady rhythm she was using. Her skin was heating up and she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter against her hand but Pansy knew she wouldn’t get her release, she felt too uncomfortable with Harry’s eyes on her.

His husky voice spoke to her through the haze of desire and shame. “Come for me, Parkinson.”

“I can’t.” She whispered, her face flaming red. “Not with you watching me,”

“You have to. Come for me.” Harry instructed, he needed to watch her reach orgasm, he knew it would push him over the edge to see it. “Move your hand faster.”

Pansy obliged squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she tried to picture Draco’s arrogant smirking face. Her thumb pressed harder against her sensitive spot and her back arched slightly allowing her fingers to search deeper inside her already soaking entrance. Pansy moaned softly increasing her pace a little, finding herself more turned on by Harry’s growling from across the room.

Her moans became louder as her fingers moved quicker and her free hand snaked its way up her stomach to rub softly over her breast. Harry gasped with delight and stroked himself harder, if she kept this up, if she would just get there then he could have his release.

Pansy moaned a little louder, her head fell back and she squeezed her own breast a little harder as her orgasm came. It wasn’t earth shattering, it was only ok, she couldn’t completely let herself go with Harry watching her so intently.

“Come here.” Harry hissed, the muscles in his shoulders stiffening considerably, “Quick.”

She moved to kneel before him, expecting to take his throbbing member into her mouth. What she got instead with a face full of semen as Harry exploded with a loud groan. Gasping he patted her head absently, “Good girl,”

Pansy gritted her teeth, shamed washed over her and she wanted nothing more than to leave his sight.

“You can leave now.”

Without a word she got to her feet, pulling her nightgown over her head Pansy hurriedly left the room, her skin burning with mortification as Harry’s cum slithered down her cheeks