Potions and Parchment Match

Harry climbed the last step to the astronomy tower and sat on the window ledge to wait for Pansy. He hoped that she wasn’t one of those witches who had to be fashionably late for everything. He still had a mountain of homework to do and he didn’t want to be up here all night. He also needed to be with Ron. He was stressed out and nervous about who he would be matched with. He had just gotten an owl saying that Fred and Angelina Johnson had eloped, so now it was just he, George and Percy who were left in his family to be matched.

Hermione told him to pray it wasn’t some old witch who just wanted a young boy toy, but for some strange reason Ron liked that idea. Both Harry and Hermione had shaken their head at their strange friend and continued studying for their transfiguration paper. He looked towards the stairs and took a deep breath. He was getting nervous about this whole marriage thing. In less than a month he would be a husband, and soon after he could become a father. He wasn’t sure how to be a husband or a father and the thought of either position made him extremely nervous.

Harry had spent the day thinking about the logistics of his marriage to Pansy. He had never completely explored the Potter vaults and he hadn’t so much as looked in the Black vaults. He knew from Grafhook that he owned several properties so he figured that he and Pansy should take the time and visit each one to see which one they would prefer to live in. He knew that women were funny about their homes and he didn’t want to make that decision without Pansy’s input. He also was going to insist that if they had a daughter that she wouldn’t have a flower name. His mother, aunt and wife were all named for flowers.

He raised his head from his thoughts when he saw Pansy ascending the stairs. She was wearing Muggle clothing of tight blue denim jeans and a lacy shirt that was low cut and showed off an alarming amount of cleavage. She looked gorgeous and it shocked him. He had always thought that she bordered on homely, with a pug face and a scowl always plastered on her face. Tonight she wore a light application of makeup and her hair was combed straight down in long brown waves. She was a completely different witch that he has seen before. With a start, Harry couldn’t remember the last time that he really looked at her.

“Hello,” he said with a shy smile.

“Hello, Harry,” she smiled back.

“How are you?”

“Good, and you?”

Harry laughed. “We sound like a couple of old ladies meeting for tea. Here,” he said holding out his hand for her to take, “come sit with me.”

She reached out and took his warm hand and let him guide her to the seat in the window. She felt the breeze through the window and tried not to shiver. She knew that with this thin shirt on her nipples would soon be rock hard and sticking out for Harry to view.

“We haven’t had much time to talk, and I thought I would bring you up here to give you something,” he said with a smile. He fished deep into his pocket and pulled out the small ring box. He looked at her again and watched in wonder as she stretched her arms up and softly yawned. Her pert nipples stood proud right in front of his face and he couldn’t suppress the instant desire that raced through his body.

“What is it?” she asked.

Harry stood and then kneeled down in front of her. “Pansy, would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he said slipping the Black family ring on her hand.

“Oh!” she gasped looking at the ring. “Wow!”

“Is that a yes then?” he asked smiling.

She threw her arms around him and grinned. “Of course it’s a yes!”

He gently kissed her on the lips and then stood back up. “It is a beautiful night out, isn’t it?” he said pulling her against him as he looked out onto the grounds of the school.

“Harry, can I ask you a question?”

He looked at her and smiled. “Of course, what is it?”

“Why didn’t you give me the Potter betrothal ring?”

He looked at her in surprise. “How do you know that one isn’t?”

“I have seen this ring in a painting of Narcissa Malfoy’s mother and her sisters. Her aunt was wearing this ring. It’s the Black family ring, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I choose that one over the Potter family ring because I figured that you would like it better.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It just seemed like it was more appropriate. Would you like to see the Potter family ring and choose for yourself?”

Pansy shook her head. “No. If this is the one that you would like me to wear, then this is the one I will wear,” she said sadly. She wondered if he didn’t give her his family ring because he was embarrassed by her.

“Here, Pansy, look at this ring. I thought about this for the entire day, and I honestly though that you would like the Black family ring better. It just seemed more Slytherin or something.” He handed her another box that contained the Potter family ring.

She looked at him for a moment and then opened the small box. She gasped when she saw the ring. “Oh, Harry, its exquisite!” She pulled the Black ring from her finger and replaced it with the Potter ring. “I would prefer this one,” she said with a teary smile.

“Really?” he asked in surprise.

“Oh yes! I love it!”

Harry grinned. “Then it is settled. This is the ring that you shall wear. I also prefer this ring, as it was my Mum’s. I hope that it will bring you as much happiness as it did to her. I was told that she didn’t take it off her finger until the day that she died. I guess that was a bit morbid, but so you have it.”

“I will be the same way, Harry! I promise to be the best wife ever!” she said pulling him towards her for a kiss.

Harry smiled at her glowing face and then leaned in and kissed her soundly. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and listened to her moans of desire. He felt his body hardening beneath his robes and he tried to pull back. She pushed harder against him and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest. He reached between them and took one between his fingers. He loved the feeling of her body beneath his hands.

He cupped her full breast in his hand and tried to suppress a smile of delight when he found she more than filled his hand. He brought another hand around behind her and cupped her firm arse cheek. He thrust his throbbing member against her belly and then pulled back not wanting to push her away.

“Can I touch you, Harry?” she whispered.

He barely growled his assent before he felt her small hand gently stroking him through his pants. She continued for a brief moment before sliding her hand into his waistband and grabbing his bare flesh. He thought he was going to cum there and then when he felt her warm hand on his cock. “Pansy,” he whispered in desire.

“Do you like this, Harry?” she whispered seductively.

“Oh god’s yes,” he whispered back.

“Would you like to touch me?”

Without verbalizing his answer he reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. He felt her full breasts tumble down into his hand and he used both of his hands to fondle her warm bare skin. He used his arms and pushed her shirt up above her chest and leaned in and took one pert nipple into his mouth. He gently rolled it between his teeth and then bit it.

She cried out in ecstasy. She pulled her hand from his pants and used both hands to unbuckle his pants. She pulled them down below his hips and cupped his arse cheeks before kneeling down before him. “I want to taste you, Harry,” she whispered.

“Oh my god!” Harry said in shock. “Please,” he begged.

She took him into her mouth and ran her tongue over his thick head. She reached under and cupped his balls with one hand while she took the other and wrapped it around his base moving her hand softly up and down in rhythm to her mouth. She created a soft suction as she continued to give him the first blowjob of his life. Harry could barely contain himself and knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Pansy, I’m going to cum!” he cried trying to pull away. She continued to suck and as he released his thick cum down her throat she swallowed every drop.

“You taste wonderful, Harry,” she grinned.

“Gods!” he swore pulling away.

Hermione watched Draco as he sat at his desk and studied. She loved the way he looked so serious. She loved the way he looked so strong and in control. He had a well-defined angular jaw that she wanted to reach out and run her hand down. She had never been so distracted in all of her life. Usually she could compartmentalize her life and always shut the different areas away while she concentrated on her schoolwork. Today, the only thing she could think of was touching him again. Tomorrow was Saturday and they were going to meet her parents and Narcissa for lunch to discuss wedding plans.

Hermione sighed and went back to reading her Potions notes. She had to write an eighteen-inch parchment on the effects of boomslang in pollyjuice potion when it was applied to heavily. It was a boring topic as she had been able to brew pollyjuice potion since her second year and it was old material as far as she was concerned. She looked up again at Draco and shivered. Perhaps she should go and put a sweater on. She then pushed her hair out of her face and felt the thin bead of sweat on her forehead and realized that she wasn’t cold. She sighed yet again. She uncrossed her legs and pushed them onto the chair in front of her.

“Would you stop!” Draco hissed irritably. He could see her panties under her skirt and he wondered if they were wet.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“The sighing is driving me nuts. I am trying to concentrate on this essay for Professor Snape.” He watched as she crossed her legs again the other direction and he could definitely see a dark spot.

“Is it me, Draco, or is it hot in here?” she asked unbuttoning the first two buttons on her top. She leaned forward and reached for the pencil that she had just dropped.

His eyes bugged out when he saw the slight swell of cleavage rising through the gap in the front of her shirt. “Gods, Hermione! Close your shirt!” he said jumping up and walking across the room.

“What’s the matter?” she asked with a frown. He was acting very strangely tonight.

“Are you trying to kill me? Do you know how hard this is for me?” He was trying to position himself away from her so that she couldn’t see his hard on that was growing heavier by the second.

Hermione stood and started to walk to him. She was confused and didn’t know what he was talking about. “Draco,” she whispered. Was he mad at her for something?

“No! Stop! Don’t come any closer. I can’t keep doing this!” he shouted and ran from the room.

Hermione stared at the door perplexed. “What the hell was that about?” she wondered. She decided to go seek out Ginny and see what she thought. Ginny was usually an expert on men, as she had lived with so many of them her entire life.


Ginny stared down at the marriage contract again for the hundredth time that night. She kept debating back in forth in her mind if she should sign it or not. As far as she was concerned the only real hold up was the part about custody of any children they may have if something happened to the two of them. She really wanted her mother to raise them. She didn’t know anything about the Zabini family except that his mother was known as the Black Widow because she had married and buried so many husbands. She also knew that the horrid woman had sent her that contract thinking that she would be stupid enough to sign it.

Ginny snorted at that thought. She might have grown up dirt poor, but stupid was no a thing anyone could ever accuse her of. All of the stupid genes in the family had been left with Ron. She snickered earlier when she heard him moaning about who he would get stuck with as a wife. She thought he was nutters when he talked about wanting to marry an older woman. What he wanted was someone to take care of him, to wash his clothes, feed him, take care of his home and children and have sex with him when he was in the mood. He also wanted her to be a mute. Ginny hoped that he was paired with some middle-aged woman who only wanted a sex toy. That way they both got what they wanted. Ron wasn’t intelligent enough for a normal witch. She would kill him within minutes of the wedding.

She looked up when she heard the door open and saw that it was Hermione. She looked disheveled and out of sorts. “What’s wrong?” Ginny demanded.

Hermione burst into tears. “Can we talk?”

“Of course! Come on, let’s go to your room where we’ll have some privacy.”

Hermione nodded and allowed Ginny to lead her back to the Heads room. They walked into the common room and it was empty but they continued on to Hermione’s room. When they entered Ginny turned and locked the door and put a silencing charm on the room so that they wouldn’t be over heard.

“Now tell me what is wrong,” Ginny demanded.

“Draco yelled at me to stay away from him!” she cried.

“What? Start from the beginning and don’t leave out a single detail!”

Hermione told her the complete story and was amazed when Ginny laughed. She had expected her friend to be sympathetic to her problem. “Its not funny, Ginny!”

“Oh yes it is! Hermione, he’s trying to be honorable!”

“What?”

“You are sexually arousing him and he is trying to stay away from you. Apparently you are driving him insane with desire!” she said laughing.

“Really?” Hermione gasped. As far as she knew she had never drove anyone insane with desire before and didn’t have a clue how she had done it.

“You unbuttoned your shirt so that your breasts were showing. You are wearing that short skirt and you kept crossing your legs in front of him so I am sure he could see straight up it. You dropped your pencil and basically let it all hang out for him to see. Draco is obviously fighting for control.”

“I never thought of it that way,” she said thinking.

“Of course not, you’re a virgin! The only boyfriend you ever had was Viktor Krum when you were to young to do anything and my idiot brother who wouldn’t know how to do anything to please a woman.”

Hermione blushed at that. “He did slobber on me a few times.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “They broke the mold with that one,” she muttered.

“So what do I do?”

“Do you want him now, or do you want to wait for the wedding?”

Hermione thought for a moment and then blushed several shades of pink. “Now.”

Ginny grinned. “I thought so. So here’s what you do,” she said smiling wickedly.

Hermione sat and listened in amazement as Ginny outlined her plan of seduction.



“Neville, have you ever had a woman attack you before?” Harry asked him.

Neville blushed. “Why do you ask?”

“I just had Pansy rip my pants off in the astronomy tower. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Harry, are you still a virgin?”

“No, but the couple times I did it was with a girl and all we did was turned out the light and basically did it and then pulled our clothes up and left. It wasn’t very romantic. There really wasn’t much to it and it didn’t seem important enough to do again.”

“Women are strange,” he said thinking of his encounters with Ginny.

“Are you a virgin, Neville?”

“No, but it was pretty much the same as with you. I had sex a few times with a witch during the war. Neither of us wanted to die a virgin. When the war ended so did we.”

“Were you sad?”

“Only that I wasn’t getting laid anymore. I didn’t love her.”

“I have never had an experience like that. I have heard the guys bragging about getting a blowjob, but I figured they were all full of shit. Boy was I wrong!”

“Yeah, a blowjob is a great thing.”

“Thanks for listening to me, Neville. I didn’t want to talk to Ron about it because he has a big mouth and can’t keep a secret. The entire school would have known by morning.”

“Not a problem. Hey, how do you feel about your marriage to Pansy?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of weird. She’s not someone I would have ever chose for myself, but I am not displeased about it. I think she might be more experienced than I am though.”

“Does that displease you?”

“No. What she did before our matching is her business. As long as she remains faithful to me that is all I care about. I am going to insist that a fidelity bond is part of our ceremony. I just hope that my inexperience doesn’t displease her.”

“I hope that I am paired with someone I can learn to live with,” Neville said with a sigh. “I don’t want to marry another witch like my grandmother. I would prefer a nice quiet witch who doesn’t like to argue and fight.”

“Good thing Ginny Weasley is already taken then! Can you see the two of your together?”

Neville turned bright red and stammered, “No!”

“Neville! Don’t tell me it was Ginny that you shagged during the war!”

Neville blushed again. “Ok, I won’t.”

“Oh gods!” Harry laughed. “Don’t let Ron know!”

“Don’t let me know what?” Ron demanded walking into the room.

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