Enslaved

“Parkinson!” Harry yelled angrily as he stomped down the stairs. “Where are you?”

Pansy scowled but chose not to answer him. She was in the living room hunting for a book Harry had lost earlier in the week. Apparently he wanted it and she had to find it, without magic of course.

“What are you doing?” Harry demanded storming through the door to discover her on her hands and knees feeling under the sofa.

“What do you think I’m doing? Looking for that rotten book you lost.” She snapped

Harry winced, “Oh yeah, I found that yesterday.”

“What?” Pansy turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you stay you bloody idiot? I’ve been looking for that, you really are a bastard aren’t you?”

Harry tilted his head and surveyed her for a few seconds. “I don’t think I like your tone, Parkinson.”

“Too fucking bad.” She responded scrambling to her feet, fury written all over her face.

Pointing a finger at her, Harry said, “Your in my presence remember?”

Huffing Pansy slid out of her dress and scowled at the small smile that crept over Harry’s face at her lack of underwear as he had ordered. “You’re pathetic, Potter.”

Annoyance crossed over his face and he stomped over to the chair. Seating himself comfortably he crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

Obediently she stood in front of him, crying out with surprise when he grabbed her wrist and yanked her over his knee. “Punishment time, Parkinson. You do not talk back to your Master, remember that.”

Pansy gave a shriek when the palm of his hand connected with the smooth skin of her butt. She jumped at the loud crack and bit hard on her lip to stop herself cursing him.

By the time he reached the count of ten in his head her cheek was a nice shade of red. “Other cheek I think now.”

Pansy knew better than to contradict him and prepared herself for the sting of that first slap.

“One.” Harry pronounced.

“What’s going on in here?” Ron’s voice cut into Harry’s punishment.

Pansy froze mortified, she could feel Harry freeze as well and she glanced over her shoulder at Ron’s shocked face as he stared at them from the doorway.

Harry cleared his throat. “Just some punishment to slave from Master that’s all.”

Ron smirked, “Always thought you deserved a good slap Parkinson.”

Harry grinned. “My hand is hurting, you can spank her if you like.”

Pansy spluttered angrily but she didn’t argue with Harry’s choice, she knew there was no point and she rolled her eyes at the excitement on Ron’s face. He was probably just as sad as Potter was.

“Really, Harry?”

“Sure, what are friends for?” Harry tapped Pansy on her back. “Go to Ron.”

Ron’s eyes trailed over Pansy’s body when she walked towards him and settled herself over his knee. “Let’s get this over with Weasley.”

She jumped when Ron’s hand collided with her bare ass and she mentally cursed Harry Potter.

“Hermione would never let me do this.” Ron said conversationally as he continued to spank Pansy.

Harry shrugged, “Parkinson and I have a lot of fun, don’t we?”

“Tons” she responded dryly making him laugh.

Ron lifted an eye brow, “You two are shagging then?”

“No.” Harry replied quickly, “You can touch her if you want to, but you don’t do that. You don’t shag her in anyway, Ron. Understand?”

Ron nodded, “Yeah sure, Harry.” After a pause he said, “So your saying that… what are you saying? What will she do?”

Pansy scowled, “I am still here you know.”

Harry grinned and clicked his fingers at her, using his index finger to motion to the floor between his feet.

Pushing herself up from Ron’s lap she crossed back to Harry and sank to the floor, unbuttoning his trousers quickly and efficiently. He was already hard when she released him and she gave him a few hard strokes for good measure. Pansy hated to admit it to herself, but she was quite fascinated with Harry’s cock.

Leaning over him she was surprised to find his hand blocking her. “No, I want to try something else for a minute.”

“alright.”

Harry smiled softly at her before positioning his ridged flesh in the valley between her breasts. Cupping the large mounds in his hands he squeezed them together, moving slowly in the warm little tunnel he had created.

Pansy’s eyes fluttered shut as his fingers made gentle circles over the soft skin of her breast, the palm of his one had rolling over her nipple causing her to shiver. She moaned softly, thinking how good it could be if Weasley wasn’t there as well.

Merlin! What was wrong with her? So Potter had been nice to her the day before, so what? He still did everything in his power to humiliate her. Wasn’t he proving that right now? She had no business imagining how good, how nice it could be between them just over one small act of kindness on his behalf.

Harry looked over at Ron, he was watching Pansy hungrily. “You can touch her if you like.”

Ron nodded and Pansy shivered in anticipation. She felt Ron’s presence behind her and she moaned when she felt his fingers enter her from behind. Her fingers dug into Harry’s knees while Ron gave her long, slow strokes, groaning softly in her ear.

Releasing her breasts Harry patted the side of her head and Pansy nodded, guiding him into her mouth, she smiled to herself at his long, drawn out moan. He was so hard in her mouth, his skin soft against her tongue and the taste of him leaking onto her taste buds.

Lifting his hips slightly Harry pushed himself further into her mouth while his hand came down to touch lightly to her clit.

Her mouth was warm, her tongue moist against his rigid flesh. Harry sighed softly when her lips curled over the tip of him, sucking lightly on the sensitised nerve endings sending him floating in a haze of desire.

His hands sifted softly through the silky tendrils of her hair, his finger tips massaging her scalp in slow, circular motions. He groaned quietly, wishing she would look at him with wide, innocent eyes that spoke of pure longing for him.

If Harry was being honest with himself he wanted Pansy to look at him the way he had seen her looking at Draco Malfoy.

As Pansy increased her pressure pleasure washed through him, scorching his veins. Gasping madly, Harry felt himself pulsing in her warm mouth and he sank back into the chair satisfied.

Pansy swallowed what Harry gave her and she cried out with delight at the hard thrust Ron gave her causing her orgasm to pound through her.

Harry’s eyes opened a little and he surveyed her face flushed with pleasure. But it wasn’t from him, the pleasure had not been bestowed upon her by him, but by Ron. Anger flowed though Harry at this realisation, he just might have made the biggest mistake of his life, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but he hadn’t thought of his jealously at the time, and it was now coursing thought him like a poison.