It's Not Just Sex

Thanks be to the reviewers! Just a quick note to LettucePrey and Jess; this fic isn’t going to abandoned, hopefully, though I do switch between working on it and my other on-going fic. I do keep my profile up to date with what I’m working on at the moment though, so you can gain an idea of what’s going on.

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Chapter 6: Still Alive

They landed badly but, considering that Pansy had disapparated them while they were lying flat on the ground; this wasn’t much of a surprise. One second he’d been flat out on Umbridge’s carpet with Pansy's iron grip digging into his ankle; the next they’d slammed face down on the cold wet cobbles of Grimmauld Place, the edges of stones dug into Harry’s ribs but he and Pansy had no time for such minor hassles as having the wind completely knocked out of them. Lifted up by wings of panic and adrenaline, Harry staggered to his feet and half carried, half dragged a likewise winded Pansy through the front door.

He slammed it shut with a resounding crash and they sank back down to the floor still wheezing slightly. He was too out of breath even to respond to the great shambling Dumbldore shaped dust-form as it wailed at that them before exploding once more into a great billowing cloud.

“Master Harry!” squealed a high pitched voice as Kreacher came running through the dust, “Master Harry, are you all right?”

“F-fine” Harry coughed, trying to reassure the elf, “We’re fine, Kreacher. Did the others return?”

“Master Ronald and…” the elf stumbled still not comfortable with calling Hermione anything other than ‘mudblood’ despite his otherwise much improved demeanour; “Miss Granger returned shortly before you did, Sir, and are recovering in the drawing room.”

“Oh good,” Harry said, vaguely.

They sat by the door still panting slightly as they both tried to calm down, it occurred to Harry that he’d hadn’t actually heard Pansy speak [i]at all[/i] for the last few minutes.

“Pansy,” He said, squeezing at her hand, “Are you still alive over there?”

Pansy jerked as if coming out a reverie.

“Yes,” she muttered, sounding quite surprised, “yes, I’m still alive.”

Harry squeezed at her hand again and felt her squeeze back; the warmth of her touch seemed to send shivers of sensation up his arm. Harry felt, among other things, light headed and unbalanced, there was a slightest tremble in his limbs he couldn’t quite control and just the tiniest edge of nausea prickling at his stomach but Harry was used to these things; he was an old hand at recovering from life or death encounters. At his side, he realised Pansy was not quite so lucky in that regard. Reaching out, Harry put his arm around her, her head slumped gratefully as she rested on his shoulder. The warmth of her body felt amazing to Harry.

A small eternity past as they sat just listening to each other steadily slowing breathing until eventually, Harry said;

“Maybe, we should get up now,”

Pansy just nuzzled her way into his shoulder,

“Hmm, comfy,” she murmured.

“I know,” Harry said softly, “but we can crash upstairs. Come on.”

He slowly shifted his weight about and pulled himself to his feet, along with Pansy who did not seem to want to lose their current closeness. She nestled up against his side as they slowly traipsed down the corridor, pausing at the door into the drawing room to check up on Ron and Hermione. As soon as they reached the threshold however they suddenly felt as if they were intruding. A slight dazed Ron was lying in his sleeping bag while Hermione fussed over him. The tenderness in her expression vanished as soon as she noticed the pair of them standing in the door.

“Nice of you to join us,” She said, icily.

Harry noted the shift in demeanour, but didn’t respond in kind, this was partly because he didn’t want to get into a shouting match with Hermione and respect her right to have her own point of view, but mainly because Pansy’s hand had found its way to the small of his back and was stroking against him, skin to skin.

“Umm… Yeah,” Harry groaned, biting back a pleasure moan before it escaped him, “Is Ron alright?”

“Of course, Harry,” Hermione said, “you know, Ron, he just loves being slammed through walls.”

“’Mione…” Harry growled, overcompensating for the fact Pansy’s hand had now slipped down into the back pocket of his jeans, “Come on, how is he?”

“Just a little dazed, I think,” she grudgingly admitted, “He’ll probably be fine in the morning.”

“Hello Harry!” Ron said overly loudly, lifting his head up from the pillows Hermione had stacked under him. He’d obviously not followed the conversation, going on over his head, “Harry! Did you get it then?”

Harry held up the locket dangling on its golden chain,

“Don’t worry Ron,” He said, “I got it. Just get some rest, mate, both of you. You look like you need it,”

“You’re not wrong there,” Ron said, lying back down in his sleeping bag, “I’m just going to rest my eyes a bit…”

The continued iciness of Hermione’s gaze combined with the warmth of Pansy’s touch served to propel him out of the room at record speed. Even though they were moving, Pansy was reluctant to remove her hand from his jeans. Harry could hardly complain; the sensation was so intense he could barely walk in a straight line let alone vocalise anything. Harry didn’t know if it was a side effect of the adrenaline that had been coursing thing their systems not so long ago or whether the intense fear of one’s life being in danger had actually become a kind of aphrodisiac but he felt incredibly sensitive to her touch; by the time they’d reached the top of the stairs, his trousers had become tight enough that moving in them became difficult.

In the end, they almost made it to their room before giving into their hormones. Almost, as if drawn to each other by magnetic attraction, their lips slammed together in an intense kiss, just a couple of paces short of their door. They hurtled over the threshold, suddenly wrapped about each others, limbs tugging on clothing in contradictory directions until the bedsprings heaved and squeaked as they crashed down upon it, limbs and bodies hopelessly entangled.

Harry found himself on top, with Pansy sandwiched between him and the mattress, she was squirming like crazy beneath him; one hand still clawing at his arse, the other fisting a bunch of his hair, it was like she was trying to break every part of her body into contact with his own at once; her tits pushed against his chest her crotch ground against his; causing not so much pleasure as pain as his flies grated along his hard-on.

“Aah!” He exclaimed through his mouthful of tongue, “Pansy! Pansy, calm down!”

The girl was trembling almost uncontrollably under him. In a way Harry suddenly realised was to do more with residual terror than lust. Harry half rolled off her and instead pulled her into a hug, wrapping in her soft caresses and soothing calming words,

“It’s okay,” He murmured, gently running his hand through her silk locks, “you’re okay, Pansy.”

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she whimpered.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” Harry said back, still cradling her in his arms, “Nothing at all, you did great in there, Pansy,”

“Then why can’t I stop shaking?” she asked,

By was of answer, he slowly started again, kissing her slowly and softly, hands running gently over her curves, tracing lines and patterns on her skin as he revealed it, delicately removing each piece of clothing and putt it aside until she was completely naked under him and the trembling once again with lust rather than fear. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened and her spread legs revealed her lips to be glistening and shiny with arousal. There were no words as their bodies interlocked, just the lowest of moans escaped Pansy’s lips, all tension draining from her body as Harry’s gentle undulations against her caused waves of pleasure to crest and crash down across her body, unlocked the last of her energies and washing her away in a sea of ecstasy. Devoid of all stress, and feeling completely relaxed, Pansy could only snuggle closer into her lover’s arms and drift into blessed unconsciousness.

And he held her in his arms and watched the smooth features of her face until he drifted off to sleep.

~O~

“Harry, We’ve got big problems,” said Hermione, the next morning, “And I’m not just talking about the way you can’t keep it in your trousers.”

Harry’s head snapped around. His browsed creased together in a sharp V shape to glare at the girl sitting across the kitchen table.

“Very Subtle, Hermione,” Pansy snarked back at her.

“Scowl you want Harry,” Hermione bristled, ignoring the other girl completely, “Some of us aren’t lulled to sleep by the rhythmic squeaks of bedsprings.”

“Ahem!” Ron hastily coughed, his ears quite a bright pink, “I thought you said we have other problems?”

“Oh yes,” Hermione said, “Just look out the window and see.”

It soon became obvious what Hermione meant. Over the last few weeks, Grimmauld Place had been under constant surveillance by a team of Death Eaters. They had concluded it was probably only routine surveillance, indeed, all known Order related location were being monitored but there had only ever been a couple out of them out there.

Now there were twelve of them.

“And you think they’re going to break in?” said Ron, worriedly, “I thought they couldn’t get past the Fidelius Charm.”

“Well its like Lupin said,” Hermione replied, “They’ve got the entire force of the Ministry behind them, there’s not much they can’t break through given the time and effort. What I don’t understand,” and here she looked pointedly at Harry, “Is why they’re suddenly so certain that we’re here?”

“Umm…” Harry said, and then metaphorically jumped off the cliff, “I apparently me and Pansy outside the door yesterday, they very likely saw us before we dashed in the front door.”

“Oh really?” Hermione said, less coolly and more ‘absolute zero’, “you failed to mention that last night”

“You didn’t ask,” Harry snapped back, “and you also didn’t seem inclined to be overly chatty.”

“Guys,” Ron interjected, looking nervously from one friend to the other, “Can we concentrate please? Now, we have a problem. What’s the solution? Are we going to clear out or what?”

“Sure,” Hermione said brightly, “Maybe Harry knows another safehouse, we can use? No? How about Pansy? Well then I guess we’ll have to used that tent I packed then. Move around the country constantly so they can’t find us,”

Harry nodded stiffly.

“Good plan,” He said shortly.

Smugly refraining from any sort of gloating, Hermione left the room to organise things to her satisfaction.

Glumly Harry thought to himself, that the only way the current tension could get any worse was if they were forced into constant, even closer proximity with each other…

“Oh yeah,” he said to no-one in particular, “this is going to be fun.”

A/n: Hmmm. That one turned out to be short that I thought it would be. Also the first scene kinda changed direction in my head several times while I was writing it so it might have a come out a little schitzo. Anyway thanks for reading and please review!

Edit: Adjusted the first paragraph to tally up with the last part of the previous chapter. Thanks to Salon Kitty for pointing out the inconsistencies.

Next: The Endless Camping Trip.