Fic: The Hard Six (Harry/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: The Hard Six
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~2,200
Content: PWP, banter, casual sex, sex exchange, mild maledom, blowjob/facefucking, cunnilingus,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy's heard about "the deal", Harry may take some convincing before he'll let her take advantage of it.
A/n: Part of my "8th Year Oral" series following on from Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other and Two Threes. Again the title is more about continuing the number theme but Hard Six maps with Pansy needing some luck to persuade Harry. Got at least a couple more ideas here. Yes, I am using the movie uniforms, they worked better for undressing and partially clothed smut.
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Harry Potter was in serious trouble. In doing that exchange with Susan it had become the rumour around the castle that it was a widely held deal: he'd eat a girl out so long as she'd suck his cock in return.
The number of offers he gotten to do just that had sky-rocketed. Harry was only human but the more people he took up on the offer, the more widely spread the knowledge came, stretching towards people he least suspected would want to taken advantage of it.
"Potter!" came a sharp strident voice in the corridor. "Oi, Potter! I want a word with you."
Harry turned and blanched, it was one of the last people he wanted to have a private chat with and she was charging down upon him quickly.
Pansy Parkinson was not taking no for an answer though and she grabbed him by the arm and before he overcame his polite instincts to resist she'd propelled him into one of the castle's ubiquitous abandoned classrooms.
"Well what is it?" Harry said shortly, wrenching his arm back from her and glaring.
"I'm taking the deal," Pansy said, lifting in her chin and looking stubborn.
"And what deal would that be?" said Harry.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Pansy snapped.
"Do I?"
"Parvati, Brown, Bones." She said. "You… pleased them and they returned the favour."
"Did I?"
"Are you saying the rumours aren't true? That you can't actually do it?"
Harry bristled.
"I did not say that."
"Well then," Pansy smirked at him. "What's the problem?"
"Hypothetically," Harry said, stroking his chin. "If I had done anything with those three, it wouldn't be because I liked them. That's the problem."
"What's liking got to do with anything?" Pansy scoffed. "I'm better looking and better at giving head than any of them."
Harry would like to make a sharp retort about this. Instead he looked up Parkinson up and down. Over the years, she'd grown into her looks. She was tall. Her hair was short and dark and spiky; her make up was more than he like but dark green lip stick and eye shadow coupled with pale foundation emphasised the existing contrast of light skin and dark hair. Her legs were long and her bust was full.
The only problem with Pansy Parkinson was that she was Pansy Parkinson.
He would dearly like to ask why Pansy wasn't willing to make this deal with any of the other Slytherins but firstly, he didn't suppose she'd trust anyone to fulfil their side of the bargin and second he wasn't blind to the way that Draco had 7th year Astoria Greengrass hanging off his arm this days not Pansy Parkinson.
Mentioning that seemed like a good way to get hexed though and apparently there were much more pleasant ways he could spend his evening than getting spell damage reversed in the hospital wing.
"All right then," Harry said.
"All right?" Even Pansy looked surprised and it had been her idea.
"Let's do it."
"Excellent,"- Pansy's grey eyes flashed. - "get on your knees then."
Her commanding tone, send a shiver down his spine. Some of the others he'd done this with and he'd like it. He didn't like it with Pansy, suddenly he didn't want to be on his knees for her.
"Whoa. Now who says I'm going first."
"That's the deal I heard. You eat me out. I suck you off, is the terms. What do you think I'll leave you high and dry."
"That's exactly what I think."
"Well we're not doing it the other way around. For the same reason."
"Out of the two of us," Harry said sardonically. "One is generally recognised as a nice guy and hero and, you know, honest and one tried to sell the other one to their worst enemy to save their own skin. So it's my word we're going to be trusting here."
Pansy's eyes narrowed. Harry met her gaze unflinchingly.
"So either you get on your knees right now or we go our separate ways," he continued.
Pansy dropped to her knees. Harry thought he might be imagining it but her hands might have shaken slightly as she pulled apart his robes and undid his trousers but then she took a deep breath and with apparent confidence pulled out his cock.
Stroking his cock gently in one hand, Pansy flashed Harry a lopsided smile.
"Not too happy to see me are you?" she said.
"Yeah, I thought we'd been over that," replied Harry.
"Let's see what I can do to change your mind," Pansy said, her free hand pushing his trousers all the way to the floor. Harry shrugged and spread his legs wider to give her access.
Pansy leant in and pressed a kiss to Harry's balls. Her grip tightened and the pace of her jacking sped up as she licked him, her tongue taking a slow, salacious circuit of his bollocks. Harry stifled a groan.
Under her attentions, Harry grew harder and grew was the right term. When Pansy switched tacks and licked a broad stripe up the length of Harry's cock from base to tip there was substantially more of it than when she started. Harry thought she looked a little taken aback but then those lips wrapped around the head of his cock and she sucked.
He didn't bother stifling the moan that caused and she started to bob her head down and up taking more of his length into her mouth, smearing her lips along it. The lipstick made the lips wrapped about his girth full and luscious.
Pansy's head moved quickly, sucking him enthusiastically but stopping just short of taking half of his cock. The warm engulfing Harry was quite amazing but frustrating, he wanted more.
He probably wouldn't have done it to anyone else at least not without asking but it was Parkinson and she'd asked for this. Harry reached out and threaded his fingers through her spiky black hair, a few times. It was pleasantly smooth and soft to the touch.
With his hand now on the back of Pansy's head, Harry pressed down at little as she descended, Pansy made a soft little noise and obediently went a little deeper.
"Unf," Harry said hoarsely. "That's it."
He pushed a little harder and Pansy went deeper still, almost to the base of him now, her eyes shining up at him. Harry pulled her down on his cock enjoyed the warm and the wetness and her tongue pressing on the underside of his shaft.
"You are good at it this aren't you?" Harry crowed.
Pansy's hands gripped Harry's hips but she made no attempt to actually stop him as he helped her swallow his cock in a smooth steady motion, up and down. Harry found himself moving slightly with the motion of her head and had another idea.
Harry's hands closed over Pansy's and removed her grip from his waist and lifted them over her head, pinning them against the classroom wall. Harry shuffled a bit forward so that Pansy was pressed flat to the wall.
Now, his movements had taken over the show, instead of Pansy's head moving over his shaft, Harry was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Pansy's eyes snapped wide open for a moment but then her body seemed to relax and they fluttered half-closed again.
Harry fucked Pansy's face in long downward thrusts, pushing deep into her throat, feeling its warm constricting around it as it tongue worked rapidly. He felt hot gasps of air against his stomach as he retreated and then thrust again. He'd feel guilty about doing this but it was Parkinson and she wasn't trying to protest.
"Oh that's it, that's it, that's it," He moaned, his pleasure was rapidly rising, his balls tightening.
Trying to distract himself, Harry concentrated on Pansy's hands in front of him. Her arms were small and delicate. Harry shifted his grip slightly so he had both wrists held in one hand. It wasn't a strong grip but if she wanted to escape she'd have tried already. He amused himself tickling the palms of her hands with his fingertips.
Pansy made a noise, whether it was in response to the tickling or not, Harry couldn't tell but it send vibrations right down his shaft and into him, it was a sudden thrill deep down low inside him.
Harry growled re-concentrating his efforts in thrusting into Pansy's throat, she made another wet noise, this time saliva bubbled over her mouth and over his shaft and balls, Harry moaned and screw up his eyes and in another couple of thrusts, he let go and spilled come into Pansy's mouth with a gasp.
Letting Pansy go, Harry stumbled back half a step and fixed his clothes. Then he offered her an arm up. She glared at him but took it and he helped her to her feet. Pansy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That was ridiculous, Potter," Pansy said. "Were you trying to choke me or drown me? Dammit"
Pansy was flushed pink and her eyes looked wider and darker than usual, and Harry noticed her robes had fallen open and her heaving chest, came to a pair of dark points noticeable even through her blouse.
"Be seeing you, Potter," Pansy said grumpily.
Harry canted his head.
"You don't want your end of the deal?" He said. Pansy cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Right, so you're getting on your knees now are you?" She replied sardonically.
Well that was still a sticking point, Harry thought, as unfair as it was he still wasn't putting himself in that position with Pansy Parkinson in control. Unless…
"There are ways and was," Harry said. "Take of your robes and bend over that desk."
"You're going to…"? Pansy said.
"Try me." Harry replied.
Pansy shrugged out of her over robes and with an impressive attempt at nonchalant saunter moved to the nearest student's desk and bent over it. Harry murmured softly as this put Pansy's pleasantly round arse on display.
He moved behind and then pushed her skirt up and over her hips, he'd meant to do it slowly but he was suddenly full of anticipation himself.
Pansy's knickers were a plain innocent white colour and noticeably damp.
"Well now, I don't have to worry you weren't enjoying yourself." Harry said.
Pansy didn't respond with more than a gasp, seeing as Harry had pulled her knickers down as he spoke.
Perfectly framed by her legs and arse, Pansy's cunt was passion-pink colour in between pale folds and it glistened with wetness, the point Harry fancied that it was dripping. He took a hold of her; one hand on the back of a leg the other on the junction between leg and bumcheek and spreading her a little wider he took an experimental lick.
"Ha!" Pansy chuckled. "Like that did you?"
Harry hadn't realised the sound he'd given had been that audible. Pansy tasted pretty nice and stronger than the first lick he had of anyone else. He didn't answer, he just licked again, pressing his face more firmly to her.
"Oh, you do, you do, you dooo-" Pansy said her words trailing off as Harry continued licking at her, his tongue questing deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Pansy gasped and moaned freely, squirming under the continued assault of Harry's mouth. He growled as she pushed back against his face and moved his grip up abit, squeezing her arse and then holding her still.
Harry had got her flowing now, lapping up at her wetness, he switched tactics, hardening is tongue and thrusting deep into her. Pansy seemed to like that, he felt a tenseness, fill her and her gasping became deeper and more ragged, there as pleasingly desperate edge to them now.
Pansy was tense and Harry pictured her face screwed up and her hands with a white knuckled grip on the far side of the grip. He took one hand of her and moved it between her legs, questing forwards even as he redoubled his efforts with his tongue.
He overshot a bit and found her mound under his touch, hair ticking at his fingertips, he worked back, coordination was difficult but eventually he found her clit and started to tease it between two fingers. His success heralded by something like a low howl from Parkinson. Her body tensed, her hips heft slightly against smashing herself against his face but he rode her out and she fell flat to the desk.
Harry came to his feet, theatrically smacking his lips a couple of times. Pansy didn't move for a while, she was still bent prone over the desk. Her long pale legs were pink in places where he'd held on and he thought he could see his handprint on her arse.
Pansy moaned slightly and her legs fell further apart slightly as if invitation. Harry's cock surged, he was almost ready to go again, he could just keep her in that position and…
Harry moved behind her. Then ruefully, he patted her bare arse.
"Sorry Parkinson," He said roughly. "A deal is a deal."
And he wandered out before temptation overwhelmed him.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~2,200
Content: PWP, banter, casual sex, sex exchange, mild maledom, blowjob/facefucking, cunnilingus,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy's heard about "the deal", Harry may take some convincing before he'll let her take advantage of it.
A/n: Part of my "8th Year Oral" series following on from Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other and Two Threes. Again the title is more about continuing the number theme but Hard Six maps with Pansy needing some luck to persuade Harry. Got at least a couple more ideas here. Yes, I am using the movie uniforms, they worked better for undressing and partially clothed smut.
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Harry Potter was in serious trouble. In doing that exchange with Susan it had become the rumour around the castle that it was a widely held deal: he'd eat a girl out so long as she'd suck his cock in return.
The number of offers he gotten to do just that had sky-rocketed. Harry was only human but the more people he took up on the offer, the more widely spread the knowledge came, stretching towards people he least suspected would want to taken advantage of it.
"Potter!" came a sharp strident voice in the corridor. "Oi, Potter! I want a word with you."
Harry turned and blanched, it was one of the last people he wanted to have a private chat with and she was charging down upon him quickly.
Pansy Parkinson was not taking no for an answer though and she grabbed him by the arm and before he overcame his polite instincts to resist she'd propelled him into one of the castle's ubiquitous abandoned classrooms.
"Well what is it?" Harry said shortly, wrenching his arm back from her and glaring.
"I'm taking the deal," Pansy said, lifting in her chin and looking stubborn.
"And what deal would that be?" said Harry.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Pansy snapped.
"Do I?"
"Parvati, Brown, Bones." She said. "You… pleased them and they returned the favour."
"Did I?"
"Are you saying the rumours aren't true? That you can't actually do it?"
Harry bristled.
"I did not say that."
"Well then," Pansy smirked at him. "What's the problem?"
"Hypothetically," Harry said, stroking his chin. "If I had done anything with those three, it wouldn't be because I liked them. That's the problem."
"What's liking got to do with anything?" Pansy scoffed. "I'm better looking and better at giving head than any of them."
Harry would like to make a sharp retort about this. Instead he looked up Parkinson up and down. Over the years, she'd grown into her looks. She was tall. Her hair was short and dark and spiky; her make up was more than he like but dark green lip stick and eye shadow coupled with pale foundation emphasised the existing contrast of light skin and dark hair. Her legs were long and her bust was full.
The only problem with Pansy Parkinson was that she was Pansy Parkinson.
He would dearly like to ask why Pansy wasn't willing to make this deal with any of the other Slytherins but firstly, he didn't suppose she'd trust anyone to fulfil their side of the bargin and second he wasn't blind to the way that Draco had 7th year Astoria Greengrass hanging off his arm this days not Pansy Parkinson.
Mentioning that seemed like a good way to get hexed though and apparently there were much more pleasant ways he could spend his evening than getting spell damage reversed in the hospital wing.
"All right then," Harry said.
"All right?" Even Pansy looked surprised and it had been her idea.
"Let's do it."
"Excellent,"- Pansy's grey eyes flashed. - "get on your knees then."
Her commanding tone, send a shiver down his spine. Some of the others he'd done this with and he'd like it. He didn't like it with Pansy, suddenly he didn't want to be on his knees for her.
"Whoa. Now who says I'm going first."
"That's the deal I heard. You eat me out. I suck you off, is the terms. What do you think I'll leave you high and dry."
"That's exactly what I think."
"Well we're not doing it the other way around. For the same reason."
"Out of the two of us," Harry said sardonically. "One is generally recognised as a nice guy and hero and, you know, honest and one tried to sell the other one to their worst enemy to save their own skin. So it's my word we're going to be trusting here."
Pansy's eyes narrowed. Harry met her gaze unflinchingly.
"So either you get on your knees right now or we go our separate ways," he continued.
Pansy dropped to her knees. Harry thought he might be imagining it but her hands might have shaken slightly as she pulled apart his robes and undid his trousers but then she took a deep breath and with apparent confidence pulled out his cock.
Stroking his cock gently in one hand, Pansy flashed Harry a lopsided smile.
"Not too happy to see me are you?" she said.
"Yeah, I thought we'd been over that," replied Harry.
"Let's see what I can do to change your mind," Pansy said, her free hand pushing his trousers all the way to the floor. Harry shrugged and spread his legs wider to give her access.
Pansy leant in and pressed a kiss to Harry's balls. Her grip tightened and the pace of her jacking sped up as she licked him, her tongue taking a slow, salacious circuit of his bollocks. Harry stifled a groan.
Under her attentions, Harry grew harder and grew was the right term. When Pansy switched tacks and licked a broad stripe up the length of Harry's cock from base to tip there was substantially more of it than when she started. Harry thought she looked a little taken aback but then those lips wrapped around the head of his cock and she sucked.
He didn't bother stifling the moan that caused and she started to bob her head down and up taking more of his length into her mouth, smearing her lips along it. The lipstick made the lips wrapped about his girth full and luscious.
Pansy's head moved quickly, sucking him enthusiastically but stopping just short of taking half of his cock. The warm engulfing Harry was quite amazing but frustrating, he wanted more.
He probably wouldn't have done it to anyone else at least not without asking but it was Parkinson and she'd asked for this. Harry reached out and threaded his fingers through her spiky black hair, a few times. It was pleasantly smooth and soft to the touch.
With his hand now on the back of Pansy's head, Harry pressed down at little as she descended, Pansy made a soft little noise and obediently went a little deeper.
"Unf," Harry said hoarsely. "That's it."
He pushed a little harder and Pansy went deeper still, almost to the base of him now, her eyes shining up at him. Harry pulled her down on his cock enjoyed the warm and the wetness and her tongue pressing on the underside of his shaft.
"You are good at it this aren't you?" Harry crowed.
Pansy's hands gripped Harry's hips but she made no attempt to actually stop him as he helped her swallow his cock in a smooth steady motion, up and down. Harry found himself moving slightly with the motion of her head and had another idea.
Harry's hands closed over Pansy's and removed her grip from his waist and lifted them over her head, pinning them against the classroom wall. Harry shuffled a bit forward so that Pansy was pressed flat to the wall.
Now, his movements had taken over the show, instead of Pansy's head moving over his shaft, Harry was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Pansy's eyes snapped wide open for a moment but then her body seemed to relax and they fluttered half-closed again.
Harry fucked Pansy's face in long downward thrusts, pushing deep into her throat, feeling its warm constricting around it as it tongue worked rapidly. He felt hot gasps of air against his stomach as he retreated and then thrust again. He'd feel guilty about doing this but it was Parkinson and she wasn't trying to protest.
"Oh that's it, that's it, that's it," He moaned, his pleasure was rapidly rising, his balls tightening.
Trying to distract himself, Harry concentrated on Pansy's hands in front of him. Her arms were small and delicate. Harry shifted his grip slightly so he had both wrists held in one hand. It wasn't a strong grip but if she wanted to escape she'd have tried already. He amused himself tickling the palms of her hands with his fingertips.
Pansy made a noise, whether it was in response to the tickling or not, Harry couldn't tell but it send vibrations right down his shaft and into him, it was a sudden thrill deep down low inside him.
Harry growled re-concentrating his efforts in thrusting into Pansy's throat, she made another wet noise, this time saliva bubbled over her mouth and over his shaft and balls, Harry moaned and screw up his eyes and in another couple of thrusts, he let go and spilled come into Pansy's mouth with a gasp.
Letting Pansy go, Harry stumbled back half a step and fixed his clothes. Then he offered her an arm up. She glared at him but took it and he helped her to her feet. Pansy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That was ridiculous, Potter," Pansy said. "Were you trying to choke me or drown me? Dammit"
Pansy was flushed pink and her eyes looked wider and darker than usual, and Harry noticed her robes had fallen open and her heaving chest, came to a pair of dark points noticeable even through her blouse.
"Be seeing you, Potter," Pansy said grumpily.
Harry canted his head.
"You don't want your end of the deal?" He said. Pansy cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Right, so you're getting on your knees now are you?" She replied sardonically.
Well that was still a sticking point, Harry thought, as unfair as it was he still wasn't putting himself in that position with Pansy Parkinson in control. Unless…
"There are ways and was," Harry said. "Take of your robes and bend over that desk."
"You're going to…"? Pansy said.
"Try me." Harry replied.
Pansy shrugged out of her over robes and with an impressive attempt at nonchalant saunter moved to the nearest student's desk and bent over it. Harry murmured softly as this put Pansy's pleasantly round arse on display.
He moved behind and then pushed her skirt up and over her hips, he'd meant to do it slowly but he was suddenly full of anticipation himself.
Pansy's knickers were a plain innocent white colour and noticeably damp.
"Well now, I don't have to worry you weren't enjoying yourself." Harry said.
Pansy didn't respond with more than a gasp, seeing as Harry had pulled her knickers down as he spoke.
Perfectly framed by her legs and arse, Pansy's cunt was passion-pink colour in between pale folds and it glistened with wetness, the point Harry fancied that it was dripping. He took a hold of her; one hand on the back of a leg the other on the junction between leg and bumcheek and spreading her a little wider he took an experimental lick.
"Ha!" Pansy chuckled. "Like that did you?"
Harry hadn't realised the sound he'd given had been that audible. Pansy tasted pretty nice and stronger than the first lick he had of anyone else. He didn't answer, he just licked again, pressing his face more firmly to her.
"Oh, you do, you do, you dooo-" Pansy said her words trailing off as Harry continued licking at her, his tongue questing deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Pansy gasped and moaned freely, squirming under the continued assault of Harry's mouth. He growled as she pushed back against his face and moved his grip up abit, squeezing her arse and then holding her still.
Harry had got her flowing now, lapping up at her wetness, he switched tactics, hardening is tongue and thrusting deep into her. Pansy seemed to like that, he felt a tenseness, fill her and her gasping became deeper and more ragged, there as pleasingly desperate edge to them now.
Pansy was tense and Harry pictured her face screwed up and her hands with a white knuckled grip on the far side of the grip. He took one hand of her and moved it between her legs, questing forwards even as he redoubled his efforts with his tongue.
He overshot a bit and found her mound under his touch, hair ticking at his fingertips, he worked back, coordination was difficult but eventually he found her clit and started to tease it between two fingers. His success heralded by something like a low howl from Parkinson. Her body tensed, her hips heft slightly against smashing herself against his face but he rode her out and she fell flat to the desk.
Harry came to his feet, theatrically smacking his lips a couple of times. Pansy didn't move for a while, she was still bent prone over the desk. Her long pale legs were pink in places where he'd held on and he thought he could see his handprint on her arse.
Pansy moaned slightly and her legs fell further apart slightly as if invitation. Harry's cock surged, he was almost ready to go again, he could just keep her in that position and…
Harry moved behind her. Then ruefully, he patted her bare arse.
"Sorry Parkinson," He said roughly. "A deal is a deal."
And he wandered out before temptation overwhelmed him.
