"Potter," Draco said with a sneer. "Where's the Mudblood and the Blood Traitor? Don't tell me you finally got tired of dealing with them. Not that I could blame you. Bad breeding only causes—"
"Shut up Draco," Harry said.
The blond blinked, his mouth hanging open. He and Harry usually exchanged back and forth insults, but Harry's utter disinterest came through clearly in his voice, something Draco had never heard before.
"Did I strike a nerve?" he asked as he attempted to recover.
"I'm not here for you," Harry said. He looked past the boy, between Crabbe and Goyle's titanic figures at the girl hidden behind them. "Come here Pansy."
"Picking on girls now, Potter?" sneered Malfoy.
"Quickly now," Harry said. "I don't have all day."
"Quit ignoring me!" Draco said.
Harry didn't look back at him. For most of their school lives, the two had basically been nemeses, always getting in each other's way. Harry won some of the interactions, and he lost others. In a way, he had to respect Draco's cunning and ability to plot, even if his personality was as rotten as week-old fish.
But that just didn't hold up anymore. Harry had grown up physically, magically, and he'd been forced to mature quickly if he wanted to have any hope at living past his eighteenth birthday.
Harry's concerns these days were about training to survive a war. He was working with Aberforth every week to become stronger, and by teaching what he learned to Dumbledore's Army, he was coming to understand it even better himself. Tonks's practice duels helped him get better in a fight. He was studying in the library on his own.
Draco, meanwhile, had been skulking around all year. He was up to something, but it definitely wasn't training himself. At some point, Harry had simply moved past the other boy, to the point that he couldn't see him as a threat.
Maybe this impression actually came across to Draco, because the boy's temper suddenly snapped. He was looking pale these days anyway, like he was under a great deal of stress.
Right in the middle of the Great Hall, while students filed out to classes, Draco drew his wand.
He raised it straight at Harry and cast a spell that Harry recognized as one that caused ugly, puss–filled warts to form all over the victim's body, which popped bloodily if they were touched at all.
Harry had his wand out in an instant, despite having drawn his after Draco. He created a shield that blocked Draco's spell.
People shouted around the Great Hall. He heard people running away from them. At the sight of an offensive spell, Harry's mind had gone blank.
He dropped back on the instincts that had gotten him through duels with superior opponents like Tonks and Aberforth.
His first spell caused the bottom of Draco's robes to catch fire, sending up smoke. The blond spun toward the fire, but as it was on the hem of his robes, it stayed behind him when he turned, singing the back of his calves. At the first feeling of pain, Draco panicked and failed to pull off his robes like he should have.
Crabbe and Goyle had their wands out now. Harry didn't let them get a single spell off. He jumped into their face and created a bright light at the end of his wand. Both the boys stared directly at it since they had been worried about what spell would appear.
They pressed their big hands to their face as their eyes were flashed. Harry had two stunners on the tip of his tongue before someone screamed, "Expelliarmus!"
The stunners turned into a shield as he raised one just in time to block the disarming spell. Severus Snape was storming across the Great Hall with a murderous expression.
When Harry blocked his spell, Snape's face went slack for a moment. The anger came back twice as strong right after. He was going to cast something else, and Harry almost wondered if it would be an Unforgivable, but Hagrid and Professor Sinistra arrived before he could do anything.
Snape settled for cursing Harry with his mouth instead.
"Attempted murder in the middle of the Great Hall, Potter?" he said. "I give it four hours before you're tossed out of the school on your pitiful face."
"'Arry wouldn' do nuthin' like that!" Hagrid boomed.
"Tell me what happened here then?" Snape said smoothly. "There's no other explanation."
"Draco drew his wand first," Sinistra said. "I saw it."
The dark-skinned witch was one of the youngest from the faculty. She taught Harry Astronomy, but he'd never had a real conversation with her. She seemed a bit frightened about either the duel and about confronting Snape, but she still spoke up for Harry.
"And you can prove that, I'm sure?" Snape said. "That a model student assaulted Hogwarts' most violent troublemaker?"
"Draco did it."
Everyone turned to face the person who spoke. Draco had gotten his robes off, breathing hard in his shirt and pants. Crabbe and Goyle were kneeling and still rubbing their eyes. Behind them, Pansy also had her wand out… but she had been aiming it at Draco.
"Harry wanted to talk to me, and Draco wouldn't let him," Pansy said. Her voice shook a little bit, especially when Snape looked at her. "Draco got mad. He tried to curse Harry. Harry just defended himself!"
"Parkinson…" Snape said.
"There ya 'ave it!" Hagrid boomed. "'Arry's as innocent and an Acromantula!"
"No more metaphors, please," Harry begged the half giant. The man was trying to help him, and he loved Hagrid for it, but some things would only hurt his case.
"Potter, three weeks of detention for excessive force!" Snape snapped. "I will deal with Draco personally."
"But those detentions will be with me," Sinistra said.
Snape stopped and stared at her. "Do you not trust me to do my job?" he asked.
The way Sinistra hesitated to answer said all that she needed to.
"I see. I wish you luck giving the boy who lived special treatment. I can't wait to see how big his head becomes."
Snape collected Draco, Crabbe and Goyle quickly, ushering them from the room before any other staff could arrive.
Harry didn't expect Draco to have any real punishment. Not only was his head of house his godfather, but his father was on the board of governors, meaning he wielded a ton of power. If Draco killed one of his fellow students, as long as he did it somewhere fairly private, Harry honestly thought he would get away with it.
He didn't waste time feeling bitter though. In truth, he didn't think anything about the blond right now. He just proved how little of a threat Draco was. All this encounter made him feel was how, soon, Snape needed his own punishment.
But he wasn't nearly delusional enough to think that he could actually out duel a member of the Inner Circle… yet. So he moved on to the next thing he really needed to do: say thank you.
"Professor," Harry told Sinistra. "Thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot."
They didn't know each other that well, not like him and Hagrid. Yet she backed him up, even though Snape clearly intimidated her.
"It's only right that I do that as a teacher," Sinistra said. She sounded somewhat embarrassed. "I'm just sorry that I can't do anything about those three…"
Everyone knew that Draco wasn't actually getting punished. At most, he'd get a lecture about how the next time he attacked Harry, he better make sure that he actually killed him.
"Still," Harry said. "I appreciate it."
"We can do detention on Thursdays, if that works," Sinistra told him. "Bring a good book."
The implication was clear: she was just going to let him read and study. It was a pure formality. Harry showed his gratitude with one final nod, before turning to the other person who needed his thanks.
Pansy looked nervous. There was a difference between hooking up with Harry and publicly aligning herself with him. She was realizing just how dangerous this was becoming for her, and she looked nervous, so Harry laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked at it, then at him.
He was going to give her the thanks she deserved.
It just wasn't the kind that could be given here in the Great Hall.
O-O-O
"Glakgh! Glackgh! Glackgh!"
Pansy made sounds that sounded somewhere between coughing and waterboarding as Harry pushed his cock into her mouth.
They had gone down to the dungeons as soon as the professor's let them go. Both of them had gotten the next period off as a result of the incident at the Great Hall, giving them plenty of time to attend to more important business.
As Pansy led him to her favorite spot, Harry had wondered about the best way to thank her. He considered a variety of things, from eating her out to giving her gentle, loving sex.
One look into her eyes when they arrived at a secluded part of the dungeons reminded him that those were all stupid ideas. That wasn't what Pansy wanted.
When she had been good, the best reward he could possibly give her was a new level of punishment.
Which led to the position they were in now. Harry had Pansy's back against the stone wall. Her robes had been torn open and were hanging down around her waist. Her bra had been snapped down the middle, but not removed, so it hung off her shoulders but didn't cover her breasts. The back of her head was pushed against the wall. There was nowhere for it to turn and back up.
Harry had his palms pressed to the wall, and his hips were moving, but they were moving slowly. Every time he pushed forward his cock slid all the way to the back of Pansy's throat, but he did it slowly. It took at least fifteen seconds from him to push his cockhead from her lips to her throat each time, allowing Pansy to feel every single moment of it in excruciating detail. She looked up at him, clinging onto his muscular thighs as she took it deep like a good girl. Slobber had been scattered all over her chin, and even fallen down onto her breasts.
"Glakgh! Glakgh! Hurhk!"
Pansy made a different noise at last as Harry's balls tightened, spewing semen throughout her mouth and throat. Her eyes teared up, adding to the trails of saliva across her face. When Harry's dick slid from her mouth, she gasped for air as if breaking the surface of the water after going for a dive.
"You want more?" Harry asked.
"As much as you'll give me," Pansy moaned.
He helped her up, extending his hand like a gentleman. Pansy accepted it, letting him pull her to her feet, but she looked a bit confused by the gesture. That confusion became a startled shout as Harry used his grip on her to pin her against the wall, bending her over so that her cheek was trapped on the stone wall.
He yanked her robes down, leaving her ass and pussy displayed. Unwilling to waste time, Harry slammed his slobber ridden dick straight back inside of her other hole.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Pansy screamed. "Fuck me Harry! Fuck—Mph!"
Her eyes widened as Harry summoned her panties from the floor and reached around, stuffing them into her mouth. He wasn't done there. He hooked his fingers inside of Pansy's pug nose, pulling her head back sharply until she stood up straight.
Pansy could barely breathe around his fingers while her mouth stuffed. As she struggled for air, her pussy became rapidly wetter, until Harry Harry's dick was coated in her arousal.
Sometimes, having two hands was a wonderful thing. While he plugged her nose with one, Harry used his other hand to tease Pansy's little asshole. His thumb played with it.
"Maybe I'll stuff my dick in here sometime," he said casually. "It seems like it might be as tight as Parvati's."
He left Pansy to imagine him and the exotic witch together as he dragged his fingers out of her nostrils. She sucked in a deep breath… but before she could let it out, Harry had grabbed her neck.
He cut off her air a different way, paying careful attention to make sure he wasn't overdoing it too much. He squeezed her throat, which his fingers could almost wrap completely around. It was a difficult balance to strike being rough without being too rough, but he had a feeling he got it right.
Why, you ask? Well, because Pansy was cumming her brains out.
She orgasmed so badly that her legs were shaking, from her thighs down to her calves. It was one orgasm after another, so wet and frequent that Harry felt like his dick was taking a warm shower.
He let go of her throat when he decided she couldn't take anymore.
"Someone's turned on," Harry said.
Pansy's whole body was vibrating from pleasure.
"This is where Draco used to take me," she said suddenly.
"Oh?" Harry said. "And what did you do here?"
Pansy hesitated, but only for a brief bit of time.
"I sucked his dick," she said softly. "We had sex."
"Like this?" Harry asked.
Pansy moaned loudly as his thumb found a sensitive spot inside of her ass.
"He couldn't fuck me like this in a million years," she said. "I'd never let him. And… His dick is too small."
"How small?" Harry asked. He shoved his thumb deeper into her asshole, all the way to the knuckle. "This small?"
Pansy whimpered. "Smaller…"
Harry laughed. "I'm surprised you even managed to give him a blowjob!"
"It was easy. Like sucking a carrot," she said. "A baby carrot."
Harry laughed so hard that he lost control, cumming suddenly.
He meant to ask where Pansy wanted his cum. This whole thing was a thank you to her, after all. But instead he filled her pussy up right there. Based on the noises she made, he didn't think she was complaining.
She sank down onto her knees as she climaxed again with Harry's seed inside of her. She looked small as she knelt in front of Harry, naked and looking back up at him. Harry's cock swelled again.
"Come on," he said. "We should have at least another hour. I'm curious… If you're used to a dick like that, I wonder how quickly I could BREAK you."
Pansy reached out, laying her hand on his thigh.
"Please," she begged, "try."
Harry would make sure to tell Tracey to look out for Pansy in the future. Draco would likely want revenge, and probably Snape too, Harry's loyalty refused to let her get into a bad spot because she helped him…
Plust, his dick demanded that he not lose out on a woman this good. Pansy didn't just accept things being rough… she longed for him to be as rough as he safely could. That was worth as many Galleons as you could store inside a vault!
He climbed on top of Pansy, listening to her howl as he began to plow into her from above. It was like music to his ears.
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