It's Just Sex

[Well, after last time, I’ve had a very politely worded telling off about long Author’s notes. So I’ll just say thank you to everyone who reviewed. I read and think about all of them. Though I should probably note that the first three lines of dialogue are quoted almost verbatim from Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince by JK Rowling

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Chapter 6: Communication Skills.

[new tags: exhibitionism (well kinda: outdoors, at least)]

Although still experiencing infrequent bouts of dizziness come Monday morning, Madam Pomfrey allowed Harry to return to classes; apparently the only solution was to make him walk around enough to just get over it, which was a singularly unhelpful method of treatment in Harry’s opinion but despite his occasional need to sit down until the world decided to stay still, Harry was in a very good mood; even Ron and Hermione had noticed, though thankfully it seemed as though they still had no idea as to the reason for Harry’s cheeriness. Harry, when asked, merely claimed it was high spirits that he and Ron had been let out the hospital wing at long last and that his Quidditch team was back up to full strength and he dropped a few hints that he was glad to see Ron and Hermione back ‘together’; a phrase which turned Hermione a pleasant shade of magenta and caused her to completely lose her train of thought to Harry’s great relief.

Harry’s good mood continued through out most of the day, through a meeting with Luna, a small confrontation with Lavender Brown, and all his classes and essay writing in free periods; all the way through tea and then instantly shattered five minutes into his evening lesson with Professor Dumbledore when he was asked;

“Firstly – have you managed the task I set you at the end of our last lesson?”

Which, of course, he hadn’t. Dumbledore listened to his increasingly flimsy stories of attempts, and half baked excuses and simply looked more and more disappointed, not at all angry, just disappointed which in some ways Harry found worse.

“Sir,” he said a little desperately, “It isn’t that I wasn’t bothered or anything, I’ve just had- just had other things…”

“Other things on your mind. I see.” Dumbledore finished for him.

There was a long silence that stretched to an uncomfortable length. Harry was just opening his mouth to apologise some more when Dumbledore said something completely unexpected.

“Other things, such as your young Lady Friend perhaps?” He said, though slightly reluctantly it seemed to Harry.

Harry said nothing and tried as hard as he could not to blush at all. While, he respected Dumbledore’s wisdom in all most everything, there were things that teenagers just did not discuss with grown ups comfortably; sex was right up there at the top the list on this score.

“Ah,” said Dumbledore, “Once again, I recall that the old do not always remember what it is like to be young. No doubt, I have made you uncomfortable with this line of discussion. I can only say this; often we have talked about the power of love, and I shared my view that it is greater than any at Voldemort’s command. I still hold to that belief, but I can also verify the truth of another old saying ‘Love is blind’ or rather what I would like to say is ‘Love blinds.”

Harry tried to figure out just what Dumbledore, with his typical convoluted phrasing, was trying to tell him.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t trust…” he said slowly, and then wavered on the prospect of actually naming names, “…trust my new friend”

“Harry, I cannot tell you who to love or even who to trust and while it is my fondest hope that people like Miss Parkinson will grow up to be as honourable and trustworthy as any other student of this school, I still have to recall that, bigoted as it may seem, there are stereotypes about certain houses and schools for a reason.”

“So, basically,” Harry said, with the slightest hint of anger beginning to grow within him, “you are saying, that I shouldn’t trust Pansy. Solely because she’s a Slytherin!”

Dumbledore actually winced.

“I’m sorry, that was not my intention at all. What I am trying to say is that you should attempt to judge dispassionately whether an individual can be trusted. I, myself, know of the dangers of overlooking someone’s obvious flaws because of my… personnel feelings for them.”

Dumbledore’s deep blue eyes were slightly unfocused as if he was not looking at Harry at all but rather gazing into the past itself. Harry glanced down at the pensieve and for a second though he saw an image swirling in its depth; he couldn’t make out what it was all he could see was a flash of yellow deep beneath the flowing silvery-blue surface of the pensieve. Abruptly, Dumbledore slapped his hand against the deck and said in a false cheery tone than reminded Harry uncomfortably of Cornelius Fudge;

“Well, I shall cease prying into your affairs Harry, and we shall continue with our lessons. Do you recall where our story ended last time?”

And so the lesson got to a start they both seemed to feel slightly uncomfortable…

~ScEnEbReAk~

“Dumbledore knows about us.” Harry blurted out the next afternoon and immediately wondered why he said it, for at once; Pansy had stopped dead still and was staring at him in horror.

They were walking together in the grounds as both of them had free periods. They had met up at quite a way away from the castle and just hoped no one would be able to recognise them at such a distance, it as risky but Harry at least was getting strangely sick of the constant lying, if only by omission, to his friends. Now that all three of them were speaking to each other again it seemed a shame to be deceiving them. However, considering that he still couldn’t imagine their reactions to learning about his relationship with Pansy without wincing; it was possible he was better off this way. Still, he and Pansy had been walking and talking about nearly everything; how their classes were going, gossip about shared acquaintances or even anecdotes about people the other didn’t know, just trying to make them laugh. Harry remembered his one date with Cho and wondered why it had seemed so hard to talk to her. The mood had been so pleasant and relaxed; the comment about Dumbledore had just slipped out of his mouth and into the conversation with all the subtlety and grace of a boulder dropped into a pond.

“So,” said Pansy, once again using her faux-reasonable voice, “This is the sort of thing you casually chat about with the headmaster is it? The latest notch on your bedpost?”

Harry tried very hard not to get annoyed. He remembered from their last ‘discussion’ back in the prefect’s bath room, that such shrill questioning was really just masking her insecurities. He gently reached out and stroked her face, giving her a kind of half-smile.

“The only notch on my bedpost, as a matter of fact.” He said quietly.

Pansy went rather pink again, but seemed to be reassured.

“How did he know then?” she said.

Harry shrugged, eloquently.

“How does he know anything? I’ve given up trying to figure it out.”

“So… what did he say?” Pansy attempted to sound jovial, “Did he warn you off having anything to do with the vile untrustworthy members of Slytherin House?”

“Not… Not in so many words.” Harry replied, tentatively.

“You’re kidding!” Pansy gasped, “But isn’t he always going on about the good in everyone? No matter what their background? I mean he officially opened the hand of friendship to people from Durmstrang!”

“Well,” Harry tried to explain, “He wasn’t exactly being very communicative. He seemed to both try and warn me off Slytherins while at the same time still sticking to the ‘everyone’s a jolly good chap really!’ line. It was quite confusing.”

“He-he didn’t tell you to put a stop to… this, did he?” said Pansy.

Harry gave her a look that was equal parts seriousness and hurt.

“Even if he had, do you really think I would have done it?” He said.

Pansy went brick red. It was obvious from the look on her face that she had, in fact, thought exactly that. She opened her mouth to apologise…

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry cut her off, gruffly.

“But, I-” she tried to say but Harry once again stopped her.

“I said. Don’t. Worry.”

She subsided and looked grateful and leant in for a kiss. It was a soft tender kiss, her lips gently brushing against his. Letting him taste her scent and breathe. They were both intoxicating, Harry immediately wanted more. As she pulled back, he leant in re-capturing her lips under her own, not letting her go. He snaked his arms around her body and drew her close; deepening the kiss and playing his tongue across her own. Her hands were pressed against his chest but she didn’t push him away, he could feel her smile as they kissed.

As their lips parted, Harry pulled her close and started planting small kisses on her neck, working his way down. Pansy moaned slightly, head lolling back as she relaxed, Harry’s hands coming up to her shoulders to support her. She giggled slightly.

“Harry?” she said.

“Yes?” Harry’s voice was muffled as he did not look up from the attentions he was giving her neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked, that got him to look up for a second.

“What do you think?” he replied, eyebrows creased in mock confusion. Then he continued to nuzzle her, going lower and lower till he reached her cleavage.

“We can’t” Pansy said, even as she moaned at his touch, “It’s broad daylight, Harry, We’ll be seen!”

Harry thought this over for all of two seconds. Then he pulled off his black school cloak and laid it on the ground, and then he waved at Pansy theatrically to lie down upon it. He winked at her and reached into his bag; extracting something long and voluminous made of a silvery cloth like material. He swirled about his shoulders and disappeared

“No, we won’t,” said a voice from nowhere.

Harry quickly laid along side Pansy and then, with a sweep of his cloak, rolled on top of her, so they were intimately close once more and more to the point they were both covered under the invisibility cloak.

“Impressed yet?” he asked, practically rubbing noses with Pansy.

“What are you doing?” hissed Pansy.

“Showing you how much I trust you. This is my invisibility cloak by the way.” Harry said softly and kissed her.

The kiss went on and on and on.

The confines of the cloak; made all their movements have to be slow; otherwise they would risk throwing the cloak off of them. Such restrictions might have felt claustrophobic but here it just felt intimate. They continued to exchange moist passionate kisses; their arms slowly exploring each other’s bodies. Pansy’s arms ended up resting comfortably on Harry’s butt; squeezing him gently and encouraging his very slow dry humping motion. Her skirt had been pushed up over her hips with the motion and she’d spread her legs as wide as was possible under the cloak; leaving Harry’s bulge rubbing directly against her green lacy knickers, which were slowly developing a very damp spot. Harry’s breathing became very hoarse as Pansy set her teeth into his neck once more; nibbling and sucking on it ferociously.

The heat of their bodies soared and their motions rapidly became fumbling as hormones and adrenaline seemed to overtake their better instincts.

As the heat between them became almost unbearable, Pansy pulled out her wand. With one deft flick; all the buttons on their clothes came undone at once, another and Harry’s trousers were around his ankles. With a third; they both felt the impact of fresh air wash across their privates. Harry started.

“Did you just vanish my underwear, Miss Parksinson?” He complained teasingly.

“Well I did mine too,” she replied with her wicked smile.

“Oh,” he said, “well that is alright then.” And it was.

He thrust. He’d been meaning to take it slow but it had been a long time since they’d last done this and now that it was upon them he was far too eager. He sank half his shaft into her with his first push. Pansy’s eyes bulged slightly and she let out a gasp that was more pain than pleasure. Harry winced sharply and tried to withdraw.

“Are you alright?” he said in a low worried voice.

“Oh yeah,” Pansy gasped, “just peachy. Take it slow will you? It’s been a while for me too.”

Still blushing furiously about the initial mishap, Harry once again placed himself at her entrance, forcing himself to go slowly; he pushed a couple of inches of himself inside her before stopping and pulling out; he slowly repeated the motion; pushing just a bit more deeper into with each stroke. Eventually their breathing became hoarser and more ragged as Harry managed to slip his entire length inside his lover. Still, embedded within her he leant down and captured her lips in another long kiss.

“You alright?” he whispered into her ear as they held each other.

She nodded slightly and squirmed beneath him; working her hips until their genitals were comfortably enmeshed. They both gently started their motions again. Pansy’s hips lifting and falling just out of time with Harry’s thrusts so he slipped in and out of her in constantly motion. Harry could only groan and moan and fight the urge to speed up as he was constantly enveloped in hot velvety smooth flesh.

“Uuuumm!” Pansy moaned long and low in her throat, “Oh, I missed this. I missed you! Keep going, Harry!”

The words had such an effect on Harry, he had difficultly in actually keeping going as opposed to just orgasming from the sheer eroticism of her voice.

“I missed you too,” Harry smiled down on her.

He could help but speed up after that, he just watched the light in her eyes and heard each little noise that accompanied each thrust. The two of them moved together in almost perfectly synchronised motions. Harry felt his balls slap gently against her as with each thrust and felt her pussy clench around is shaft each time he reached her depths as she let out a deep shuddering gasp.

“Oh Merlin, just a bit more!” She moaned, lustily.

“Oh shit!” Harry gasped; as her entire pussy seemed to clamp down on him with excessive force as, just like that, they both hit their climax.

They rested against each other; just listening to each other steadily regaining control of their breathing and limbs and then enjoying the comfort and warmth of each other’s close, still entwined bodies; steadily become aware of each other’s weight and the sweat streaking their skin.

“Harry,” Pansy said softly after awhile, “We really should finish our walk.”

“Do we have to?” murmured Harry, sleepily snuggling up against her.

“Yes!” said Pansy, throwing him off her with a laugh.


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