A Year of Surprises

It was the beginning of the New Year when Harry started really thinking about his life and how it had changed. Before getting together with Draco and Ginny, he honestly had no clue that Ginny had liked him, other than brotherly love. Then there was Draco. Who knew that they could love each other, after six years of torment?
Harry was still having trouble sleeping, and he almost laughed at how clichéd it was that he was lying awake at night, pondering how to add meaning to his life. His emerald orbs would stare up at the canopy of the bed as he thought of his friends and lovers. The time he spent with them was exciting and forbidden, flouting all of society’s rules. After putting the beginning of his relationship with Draco and Ginny in perspective, his thoughts went to last Halloween.

Harry knew he could shag Draco, because Draco was beautiful, and so full of life. Harry also knew he could make love to Ginny, because she was always a friend to him. Then when they brought in Seamus and Blaise, Harry didn’t think he could be fucked by two guys at once, and enjoy it, but he did. That was, until this past Christmas, when the five of them began the most unusual relationship they still shared.

He had enjoyed being with all of them, but he felt his heart beat a little faster when he touched and kissed a certain Slytherin. He found himself always pulling her into his arms when they were ready for sleep. More and more, it wasn’t the wild sex that brought Harry to the five of them; it was his attraction to one of them. Sometimes there were just too many bodies, he couldn’t concentrate enough on the person he was feeling so close to.

Harry had fallen in love with Pansy Parkinson. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in school, next to Ginny, of course. ‘If I play my cards right, Pansy will be mine,’ he mused to himself. After all, Draco had Ginny, and it seemed that Draco was on the fast track to getting Hermione as well.

Harry wanted the raven-haired female beauty of Slytherin for his own. Sure, he would be willing to share once in awhile, but the rest of the time, Pansy would be all his. He was going to ask her on Valentine’s Day, in Hogsmeade, to be his full time girlfriend. They would be a couple first, even if Harry was pretty interested in swinging. Harry would still shag Draco, or anyone else, as long as Pansy wanted to watch or join in.

Harry had never known the intense bond that he suspected two people shared in most relationships. His important relationships had always seemed to be with three people. Harry with Ron and Hermione. Harry with Ginny and Draco. Harry wanted to be the most important person in Pansy’s life, he wanted to come first, every time.

Harry would always wait for Pansy outside of classrooms, or walk with her to meals. Everyone suspected that he was falling for her, but they didn’t know how hard, or how fast. He and Pansy would walk along the hallway, and talk about nothing in particular, or they would walk in a comfortable silence. Pansy knew Harry had started to like her, but she didn’t know how to bring the subject up.

One day after classes, on the way to the dinner, Harry was walking with Pansy and looked around quickly; there was no one else around. He pulled her into an alcove behind a statue and kissed her. Pansy slid her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his neck and refused to let him break the kiss. Harry was so glad to feel her small fingers clutching him tightly, his mood slid into elation when he heard her moan into his mouth.

Pansy backed up, until her back rested against the wall. Harry drew her even closer, pressing his body against her, rubbing his erection into her stomach. Her hand moved down between them to slide down the length of his cock before moving to the firm cheeks of his arse. Harry pulled her blouse out of her skirt and both hands moved up to caress her breasts. He lifted her up, and her legs went around his waist, bringing his cock into very close proximity to her already weeping sex.

“Here?” she asked him, in a naughty voice. “Can’t wait until later?”

“No, dammit, I’ve waited long enough to have you to myself,” Harry told her, his voice rough with desire.

She answered with her mouth, kissing down his jaw before pulling his earlobe into mouth. Harry took that as an invitation to slide her skirt up her legs until it bunched around her waist. One palm pressed against her pussy, feeling her heat and the wetness of her silk knickers. When she thrust against his hand, Harry lowered her to her feet again; drawing her knickers down her legs and helping her kick them off her feet. Pansy’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants. His cock had grown out
of the waistband of his boxers, and she felt his pre-cum against her fingers and she pushed his clothes down to his knees.

Harry picked her up again, and she leaned against the wall, putting some space between them for him to find her entrance. He thrust into Pansy completely, reveling in the fact that she was always so tight. His hands gripped her bum as he thrust into her. She found his lips with hers in an effort to keep them quiet. Harry changed the angle slightly so that he was brushing against her clit with every upward stroke. He felt her tense against him, and when the muscles of her pussy clenched around him, he began to thrust even harder, wanting to come with her. His climax hit him like a ton of bricks, and he wished that he wasn’t holding both of them up. Pansy was brushing feverish little kisses along his throat, but he pressed his
forehead against hers, just looking into her eyes as their breathing
returned to normal and he pulled out of her.

She made a small sound and he wondered just how comfortable that wall he had been grinding her into was. Reluctantly, his hands slid her down his body, only letting go of her hips when he was sure she was steady on her feet.

“Did you work up an appetite, Harry?” Pansy asked with a smile in her voice.
“I did. I’m pretty hungry for dinner, too,” Harry shot her a grin of his own. They got themselves into a presentable state, but both of them had swollen lips, and there was a red flush on Pansy’s chest, a sure indication that she had just come. Harry reached up and slid her tie into position, wanting to keep what was happening between them to themselves for now.

Harry walked Pansy to the Great Hall, even sat with her at the Slytherin table. Everyone knew about Harry, Draco, and Ginny, but not everybody knew about that Pansy and Hermione had joined in.

Harry’s behavior at dinner would have been obvious to anyone with eyes that see. It was as if there were no other people sitting at the table. He spread her napkin on her lap, poured her a glass of pumpkin juice, he even cut Pansy’s meat for her. It was like Harry was under some sort of spell. Pansy wasn’t used to all the attention, so she turned and whispered, “Harry, that wasn’t our first time together, so what is going on?”

She paused for a second, and then proceeded, “Why are you doing all this for me?” She saw his crestfallen expression; she hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings at all, in fact she was secretly elated. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just not used to it.”

"Pansy, I don’t know if you feel the same, but I really like you. I was wondering if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine’s Day?” Harry finally asked. He was really nervous. More nervous than when he first got together with Draco.

Pansy didn’t know what to think. Her face flushed pink, everyone sitting around her saw it. Draco looked up from his plate and noticed right away that Pansy looked embarrassed. Ginny and Hermione was looking at Harry. It seemed weird seeing him at the Slytherin table, even though he was a friend and a lover to Draco.

As soon as Pansy lifted her head to look at Harry, she had a proud smile. ‘He wants to be with me, that’s why he’s been so sweet. He likes me,’ she thought. Pansy looked into Harry’s fabulous green eyes, and kissed him on the cheek, whispering, “I will, as long as you continue to be as sweet as you have been.”

”That, Pansy, is something I can do, for as long as you can stand it.” The butterflies in Harry’s gut were fluttering, and his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour.

Later that evening, Harry, Ginny, and Draco were sitting in Draco’s common room. Harry wanted to ask them what they thought about him and Pansy. “Would you two be mad at me, if I wanted someone more permanent in my life?”

Draco and Ginny knew what he was up to, but they were silent for a minute. They looked at each other, there was a sort of unspoken communication between Draco and Ginny, much like that Harry had earlier had with Ron. To get his mind off of the nerves flowing through his body he wondered if that sort of thing was a Weasley trait.

“Harry it is so sweet that you’re thinking about your future and it seems you’ve found the perfect person to spend it with. Do you want to continue with Draco and me, or do you want to just be with Pansy?” Ginny asked in a calm and understanding tone.

”I will always love you and Draco. I want you two, as long as you want me, but I think I found the perfect person for the other parts of my life, just like you are to Draco.” Harry saw the smile on Draco’s perfect face.

“Well Harry. I’ve known Pansy all my life, she’s like a sister to me, and if you’re the one to make her happy, them I am glad that she’s agreed to go out with you. Keep in mind you are also mine and Ginny’s. She must be willing to share you, and you must be willing to share her, because she belongs to all of us now.”

Harry understood. He walked over to them, and kissed each of them
passionately. “Thank you so much for understanding. It means a lot to me. You two will always be my first true loves; I think Pansy is the one for me to be with in the future, for a family.”

After the conversation, Harry let Ginny and Draco take him off to bed. It was a wonderful feeling, to have so many people love you all at once.