Enslaved

Pansy’s Room

Pansy lay tucked up in her bed, her room was pitch black, not even the light from the moon crept in through the thick, heavy curtains. She sighed heavily and a lone tear trickled down her cheek. The incident that afternoon involving Weasley had finally sunk in, the fact that Harry Potter thought she was nothing but a means to an end and he could pass her around to his friends cut her deeply. As mad as she was at Potter, Pansy was extremely irritated with herself, she had allowed herself to start to feel something for the nice side to Harry Potter, the Harry Potter she had been at school with, who fought for what he believed in.

And for a spilt second today she had thought she had seen a look of jealousy on his face at Ron touching her.

A light knock on her door made her freeze. She burrowed further under the covers hoping it wasn’t Weasley thinking he could take up Potter’s offer on the use of her body.

“Pansy?”

She sat up in surprise at the sound of Potter. “What?” She hissed.

“Um, are you asleep?”

“No, what do you want? Or is that a stupid question?” She asked dryly.

Coming further into the room and closing the door Harry edged his way to the bed. He sighed heavily, taking courage from the darkness. “I, um, well…. I’ve spoken to Ron, I’ve taken back what I said this afternoon. I’ve told him to stay away from you.”

“What?” Pansy frowned, “Why would you do that?” She knew it was stupid, knew that it most certainly wasn’t the one reason that she wished it was, but she couldn’t help herself pretending.

Harry sighed heavily again. Running a hand through his hair he swallowed nervously. “Because it’s not fair on you, I should never have said it in the first place.”

Pansy nodded slowly, sitting further up in bed to clear away the fuzziness of sleep. “No arguments there, Potter. Although I find it rather strange that you suddenly decided that I’m a human with feelings the same as you.”

“I already knew that.” He muttered, hanging his head, even though she couldn’t see him clearly he still found it difficult to look into her face.

“Do you? You could have fooled me, Potter. All you’ve done is treat me like some kind of whore since I made the Unbreakable with you, and you know I’m nothing of the sort no matter what has been said about me, you know the truth, Potter.”

Harry nodded, “I know, and I’m glad I know.”

Pansy sighed softly and pushed her hair from her face. “It doesn’t matter anyway. What is it that you want, Potter? A release to get to sleep?”

“Well, I can’t sleep. But I didn’t actually come in here for anything tonight. Did I wake you?”

“No.” She replied, rather taken aback at his statement. “I suppose you….” She trailed off when she felt his warm hand cupping the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him, and suddenly his lips pressed lightly to hers.

Harry took full advantage of her surprised gasp by slipping his tongue passed her parted lips to rub slowly over her own. He kissed her harder, his tongue exploring her, enjoying the taste of her that swept through his mouth. Sexual longing shot through him and he groaned quietly.

Recovering from her surprise, and liking the soft, slow kiss, Pansy’s arms slid around his neck, her fingers stroking the ends of his hair as she lightly began to suck on his tongue.

Harry groaned again, pulling her closer to him, his hand dropping smoothly to her breast. He felt her shiver at his touch as he traced the soft curves through the silk of her nightgown. Slowly he eased the strap from her shoulder, bending his head to kiss the bare skin.

Slipping the other strap down so that the nightgown landed in a puddle of silk in her lap Harry’s hands began to explore her smooth, creamy skin.

Pressing her back to the pillows he kissed her again, nipping at her lower lip, sucking on it lightly. He watched her through half open eyes, her dark eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face, she sighed softly, her arms moving under his arms and up his back.

Placing a small kiss to the corner of her mouth Harry moved to her chin, his tongue tracing her jawbone slowly. He dropped hot tiny kisses down her neck, smiling against her skin when he caught sight of her flickering pulse.

Pansy gasped softly as his one hand encircled her breast, her nipples reacted to the desire that was flooding her. She felt her breasts tighten and she moaned when he squeezed her firmly.

“Oh!” Pansy exclaimed in surprise when his mouth took her other full and aching breast. He swiped over the rock hard nipple, sucking firmly his mouth hot and wet causing her body to weaken and her knickers to dampen at his attentions.

The long, thick fingers of his free hand ran across her flat stomach, flickering over her navel. “Your so soft.” Harry muttered against her breast.

“Oh, Harry.” Pansy moaned softly, her body arching up to him, begging him to continue.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Harry wondered, his voice low and strained.

“Yes.” She replied immediately.

Harry smiled easily. “Beg me.” He demanded.

“Please.”

“Your not very convincing, Pansy.” He complained playfully.

Pansy groaned with frustration.” “Please, please, Harry. Please touch me, I’m begging you.”

“Good enough.” Harry said, flicking the bed sheets out of his way and dragging her nightgown from around her waist. He was extremely gratified when peeling her knickers from her legs to discover that she was already wet.

Parting her legs slowly he stifled his own moan at the sight of her pink lips peeking from beneath the neatly trimmed hair between her thighs. Hesitantly the tips of his fingers brushed over her damp skin. At her gasp of pleasure Harry pressed the tip of his index finger between her slick lips.

“Harry.” She moaned, her legs parting a little more in invitation.

Harry swallowed nervously, he’d never done this before and he didn’t want to do something wrong. Carefully, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, Harry inserted the length of his finger inside her. Really, he figured, it couldn’t be much different to her ass, except she might actually like him doing this to her.

Pansy’s lips parted in a quiet groan, her chest heaving she held onto his shoulder as her head fell back, enjoying the slow strokes he gave her.

Harry grinned as he watched her. Her breasts, large and firm quivered with each shuddering breath she took, she bit down on her lip to keep herself from crying out and alerting Ron and Hermione that something was going on. Her free hand clutched at the bed sheet as her hips lifted every now and again silently asking him for more.

She was so wet that his one finger moved in and out of her with ease, so Harry added a second finger stepping up his pace and earning himself a low moan. He loved the way she felt, so wet and hot. So tight around his fingers that he knew she would feel doubly good wrapped around the thick length of his cock.

Releasing his straining member from the confines of his boxer shorts Harry grabbed her hand and tore it from the bed sheet, wrapping her slim fingers around him. “You know what I need, Pansy.”

She managed an odd looking nod. Stroking the hard length of him firmly, Pansy couldn’t help but feel pleased that touching her had brought on this kind of reaction from him. He was hard to the touch, long and thick and he quivered against her palm. She squeezed him gently, slowly moving her hand up and down the length of him, her fingers dipping every now and again to brush over his balls.

“Merlin,” Harry rasped, his eyes closing at the delightful sensations Pansy was creating in him. Everything about her affected him, and he would like nothing more than for her to beg him to take her.

Suddenly her hips bucked against his hand, “Oh! Merlin! Gods! Harry!” She exclaimed while her muscles convulsed around his fingers and her juices covered him.

Pansy’s orgasm brought Harry to the edge, quickly he positioned his throbbing member over the smooth, flat skin of her stomach.

Pansy’s eyes popped open in shock when she felt warm liquid coating her skin, filling her navel. She watched fascinated as Harry came all over her stomach, her fingers still wrapped around him.

Shuddering at the sight Harry raised his eyes to Pansy’s face, she gazed back at him, the same looks mirrored on their faces. Leaning forward Harry kissed her lips softly. “Now I’ll sleep.” He told her quietly.

Pansy’s mouth twitched into a smile. “So will I.”