"Vacation!" Seamus Finnegan screamed, pumping his fists high into the air.
"Five points from Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall rebuked him from the staff table. "It is too early for such nonsense."
Seamus didn't look upset. He just pulled large helpings of bacon and breakfast potatoes onto his plate and dug in. Even the other Gryffindors were in a good mood, except Hermione, who seemed roughly the same as ever.
Exams had finished that morning. By this time the next day, students would be going home for the holidays. Harry would be on his way to the Burrow. It was something he always looked forward to, Christmas at the Weasley's home, and this time was no exception. But first, he had one last bit of business to tie up. Harry looked down on the note that had been left under his plate when he arrived.
DRACO=STRANGE. DIDN'T COME BACK LAST NIGHT. WILL LOOK INTO IT.
At the bottom of the hastily scrawled text was a signature that stood out for its swirling, elegant quillmanship. It marked the author as Tracey Davis, although Harry could have guessed that just from the contents of the note. There was only one person that he had tasked on watching out for the blond.
Harry looked across the room. Draco was there now, eating beside Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy wasn't with him, but instead eating with Tracey and Daphne, as she had been since Harry and Draco got into it that day in the Great Hall.
Draco's face was paler than usual, except for around his eyes, where his skin was dark. Even from this far away Harry could tell that he hadn't been getting enough sleep. The boy was pushing himself incredibly hard to achieve something.
Harry had ignored him for a while, operating under the theory that he had bigger fish to fry now than a simple spoiled rich kid. But it was starting to get suspicious. Like most kids who got everything handed to them in life, Draco was not a hard worker. It was uncharacteristic to watch him push himself this hard in pursuit of ANYTHING. Even in Quidditch, he usually just relied on his daddy's money.
Harry would investigate this. He'd ask Tracey directly, and see what he could find out. However, it would have to wait until after the Christmas Holidays. After all, the term was basically over.
"Hey, Harry," Parvati said, batting her eyes. "Do you have any plans for Christmas?"
"I think I'll just spend some quality time with the people close to me," Harry said.
Ginny smirked, while Hermione straightened and tucked hair behind her ear. Both of them were clearly looking forward to having him all to themselves for a few weeks, just like they had it over Summer.
"That's a good idea," Dean said. "Especially these days…"
The happy mood of students who were through with exams dimmed. The dark skinned boy looked around.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make things depressing."
"It's alright," Harry told him.
Dean wasn't wrong. Voldemort was back, and you couldn't be sure anymore that those close to you would be safe for long. It didn't hurt to keep that in mind, so that you knew to value each individual moment even more.
The conversation picked back up. Harry, however, finished the last portion of his food and pushed it away.
When he looked across the room at the Slytherin table, someone else had looked back at him. Pansy stood up, walking toward the door of the Great Hall, before stopping and looking directly at Harry.
In watching this happen, Harry noticed something else. So soon after he observed the tired Draco, the blond boy had disappeared entirely. He'd left the Great Hall after eating breakfast even faster than Harry had.
Pansy didn't care or notice, though. She was only looking at Harry. She inclined her head toward the open door, and at the same time, used her tongue to make her cheek bulge out. She blushed right after at having made such a vulgar gesture. It was enough to have Harry excusing himself from the Gryffindor table, though.
"We don't have classes today," Lavender said. "Where are you off to?"
"Just to make something finish that I've ignored for a bit too long."
Lavender frowned. "You mean, finish something?"
Harry only smiled.
He walked across the room to the hallway Pansy entered first. As soon as he stepped through the entrance, she jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his body.
Pansy kissed him fiercely, and Harry kissed her back. His hands latched onto her bum, squeezing it through her robes. He pushed her forward, making her slam against the wall and groan. He shoved his crotch forward, grinding against Pansy's crotch. Pansy moaned.
As quick as Pansy jumped on him, Harry stepped away. Just from that one kiss, grope, and grind session, even though it only lasted seconds, Pansy's legs had given out. She dropped onto her knees.
Harry smacked his lips, feeling the makeup that had rubbed off there.
"Not here," he said, helping Pansy up.
"I can take you to the dungeons again," she said.
"I know a better spot," Harry told her.
At first, he hadn't been sure he could trust Pansy. There was an ugly history there, and it wasn't one he was sure that lust was enough to cover up.
However, that had changed. She backed him instead of Draco when things got serious, and since then, she hadn't shown any signs of regretting it. She never did anything to betray the very small amounts of trust Harry placed in her. So now, he was willing to share a few of the secrets he knew about the castle… Enough, at least, to take her to the Room of Requirement where they could fuck completely in peace.
Harry led Pansy all the way up through the castle until they reached the corridor on the Seventh floor. It took a bit of time, because along the way Pansy stopped them three more times for more impromptu makeout sessions.
As he paced back and forth in front of the painting, Pansy waited with her legs pressed together and her arms crossed, chewing on her lip. For a Slytherin, who was supposed to be all about cunning and craftiness, she sure was upfront about her desires.
Harry decided to reward that. He pictured a perfect sex dungeon for them, with a huge bed and plenty of ropes and other goodies, relying on the castle's magic to come through for him. But when he finished pacing, nothing happened.
"Can we go somewhere now?" Pansy whined.
Harry, though, was just staring at the portrait of Barnabus the Barmy and his trolls in tutus.
"Someone's using it…?" he said. "Really? Who?"
Pansy jumped on him, but Harry caught her without kissing her. Denied his lips, she satisfied herself by sucking on his neck, feeling his strong hands holding on to her backside.
Harry stared at the wall for a little bit longer, wondering exactly what had just happened. He left most of the other people who knew the room's secret back in the Great Hall. So who could it be?
"Harry…" moaned Pansy. "I can't wait anymore!"
He looked at the slutty Slytherin in his arms and chose to go straight to plan B.
Harry whipped out his invisibility cloak, tossing it over the two of them. At the same time, he pushed Pansy against the wall. She pulled off his shirt, kissing him as soon as it was out of the way. Harry spun her around. He groped her crotch and pussy from behind, his fingers squeezing eagerly.
Pansy moaned, lowering her head. She stuck her rump out, making sure Harry had the easiest job possible as he grasped at her body through her pants.
Harry pulled her shirt off from behind, dropping it on the floor next to his own. Her bra joined it almost right away. He slid his fingers between Pansy and the wall, groping her breasts. Pansy screamed with pleasure.
When Harry had felt her up enough, he pulled her pants down with so much force that her panties came with it.
Harry stayed on his knees, shoving his face under Pansy's ass and between her thighs. He ate her out messily, with lots of tongue and slurping sounds. Pansy clenched one hand into a fist and pounded on the wall desperately, trying to alleviate her pleasure. Harry pushed harder, and her feet were actually lifted off the ground.
Pansy was being pressed into the wall and held up just by Harry's face. She screamed, her toes stretching and her thighs flexing. She had already been soaked from Harry's fingers, but now she was practically saturated. Both of her hands and even her forehead pressed into the wall as she shut her eyes.
Pansy came inside of Harry's mouth. He slurped up what he could, letting the rest dribble along the insides of her thighs. As he stood up, he casually unlatched his pants and let them slide down. Pansy turned so that her shoulder blades were against the wall, while her knees were bent as they struggled to keep her up.
"Draco never did that for me," she said.
"Oh yeah?" Harry said, gripping his cock by the base as he stepped forward. "What else did he never do for you?"
Before Pansy could answer, Harry thrusted inside her. She was lifted off her feet again, this time with Harry holding her hips so that she was perpendicular to him, her neck bent and her face looking up at him as she was pressed into the wall.
"This!" Pansy gasped. "He couldn't even hold me up without a featherweight charm!"
"Really?" Harry asked.
Pansy nodded, biting her lips as she felt Harry's cock exploring her insides. "He told me to lose weight after he tried and failed."
Smirking, Harry decided to show off.
He yanked Pansy up so that he was fully carrying her again. Not only that, he spun her around as he did so, twisting her so that her back was pressed against her chest. He grabbed her thighs to hold her up, lifting them so that it was almost like he was showing off her pussy to anyone that was looking… although, under the cloak, nobody would have seen them even if they were still in the Great Hall.
"Merlin!" Pansy exclaimed.
Harry smirked, thrusting up into her. He felt his slit slamming against her womb, making Pansy moan while her perky boobs bounced all over her chest. Pansy leaned back, bringing her teeth to the side of his neck and beginning to nibble his skin, even as moans still escaped her throat.
Her juices were running down and dripping off his balls onto the floor. You could hear Harry's thighs colliding with Pansy's tight buttocks. If there was one girl he knew he didn't have to go easy on, it was Pansy. The snake liked it rough enough to break most normal girls.
Harry pulled her legs up even higher, until Pansy was groaning from how much she was stretching. Her toes were above her head now as they curled. She was orgasming repeatedly, and Harry was giving her no rest, fucking her almost brutally.
Harry groaned from the feeling of Pansy's tight insides, thankful again that Draco was too small to ruin this tight pussy for him. There was something about fucking Pansy, maybe because it felt taboo, but she always felt even tighter to him than pretty much any other girl. It felt great, but also made him bust rather quickly.
Harry leaned forward and allowed Pansy to tumble onto the floor. He made sure her landing was soft enough that she wouldn't really get hurt, but that it would still sting a bit. After all, she liked some pain.
Pansy stared at him, shocked and dazed from the sudden change and suddenly lying flat on her back. She was still squirting out the last part of her most recent orgasm as Harry knelt above her, placing his knees in her armpits.
He grabbed her head and pulled her up just in time to push his dick right down her tight little throat. Pansy's eyes widened as his semen spilled out, literally dumped inside of her like her body was a simple receptacle.
It was a big orgasm; Harry's first of the day. As more kept spilling out, Pansy's wide eyes shrunk. She actually shut her eyes. Harry caught her lips curving up as she swallowed everything he gave her like an obedient little whore. Harry's arms flexed as he felt a second wave of lust sweeping over him.
When he was finished, and his grip loosened, Pansy pulled her mouth back slowly. She opened her eyes, glancing almost shyly up at him.
"That was so good," she said.
"Was?" Harry asked. "I'm not even CLOSE to done."
Pansy giggled as as he rolled her over, beginning to fuck her from behind.
Harry boned her on her knees. He gave her his dick in the prone bone position. He rolled her onto her back and side and bent her into all different shapes. It became hot and sticky underneath the cloak, but neither of them had any interest in stopping. When anyone walked by, Harry would go slower and clasp a big strong hand over Pansy's mouth to keep her quiet. She came every single time he did it.
They were lost in their own sweaty world for hours, Harry pouring all his stamina into Pansy's aching, willing body. She couldn't stop smiling, even as she got a bit derpy the longer they went at it. The sex marathon went on for so long that Harry actually forgot where they were fucking until the room of requirement entrance opened.
Harry looked up as he clapped against Pansy's ass, having her in a doggystyle position again. Because the appearance was so sudden, he didn't have time to be quiet, although he did manage to grab Pansy's mouth in time to stifle her moan.
When he saw who was walking out, Harry's eyes widened. Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance.
There was something frightening about the look in the boy's eyes. It was frantic, maybe manic, and full of way too much nervous energy. He looked even worse up close than he had across the Great Hall, with pallid skin and truly sunken eyes. He'd clearly heard the noise, although he hadn't been able to place what it was.
Draco's eyes dipped down, and a vindictive smile appeared across his face.
Too late, Harry realized that as they fucked, the corner of his shed pants had started poking out from under the cloak, rendering it visible.
"Potter!" Draco snarled, drawing his wand. "You thought you could catch me! You thought that you could stop me! No, I won't fail!"
Draco grabbed the cloak by reaching in the general direction and tore it off… just in time to watch Harry pump a thick load of semen into his girlfriend, who was on her knees, her tongue lolling out, while being covered in the dried remains of Harry's previous orgasms.
"Sorry," Harry said. "You distracted me so much, I forgot to pull out."
Draco howled and raised his wand.
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