Hate to Love You
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I'm not making any money off this.
A/N: Warning! Adult scenes and bad language!
For all those following Memories of Darkness-don't worry it will still be updated every two weeks. This will likely be updated every other week.
Chapter 1
"Hows can Dobby help the young mistress?" the short, tennis-ball eyed, pencil nosed, bat-eared house-elf squeaked in an excited voice.
Pansy Parkinson had barely stepped through the door to the kitchen when she was set upon by the eager house-elf. As soon as she heard the high whine of the creature's voice she immediately wanted to pull out her wand and hex it, but for her plan to work she would need the help of a house-elf and so, with barely disguised disgust, she smiled down at the elf.
"Dobby was it? That's a nice name for a house-elf. And what's this you're wearing? I love this jumper! And these sock's are simply marvellous," Pansy leaned in conspiratorially. "I bet all of the other house-elves are jealous of you."
Pansy smirked as the house-elf looked as if it was going to wet itself in excitement.
"Miss is a great and kind witch!"
Pansy smiled, "So, Dobby, I was wondering if you would do me a favour?"
Dobby nodded fervently, "Of course kind-mistress, what does yous want Dobby to do?"
Pansy reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a small glass vial. Inside was a thin, blue liquid. Pansy smiled at the potion, it had taken her weeks to brew but the outcome was perfect, her plan was near completion. Over the last month or two her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, had been largely ignoring her. He was seemingly always busy, always researching something or another or out with Crabbe and Goyle. She had no idea what he was up to, she suspected he was doing something for the Dark Lord as he had hinted on the train to Hogwarts. But regardless of what he doing, he wasn't paying any attention to her and Pansy could not have that. Merlin, they hadn't so much as kissed in almost a month, and they hadn't even slept together once- despite the fact they had been going out since halfway through 5th year!
And so, Pansy had concocted a simple but cunning plan. She would make a lust potion, give it to Draco and then, while he was under the influence of the philtre they would sleep together. Draco would surely start paying attention to her once he realised what he was missing out on.
The potion hadn't been hard to make, just time consuming. She had ordered the finest ingredients money could buy, and it showed- she had caught a whiff of the incomplete potion while brewing it and that had been enough to force her to frig herself for almost an hour. Though she had run into a few problems while making it; her original plan of giving him a simple lust potion had been thrown out the window when she realised that if he was given that he would simply go after the nearest hussy, rather than herself. So she found a way to key it to her and her alone, but even then she had problems; their meetings were irregular so it was likely that the next time they saw each other would be in class, Pansy didn't even want to think how that would go down. So then she had found away to make it activate only at a certain time, thanks to the use of a single werewolf hair - the next full moon to be exact, which was only in a few days. However, then she had run into one final problem, it would be near impossible to deliver it to Draco, the only way she would be able to do it would be to spike his drink, but everyone in Slytherin watched their meals like hawks - they were in the house of the cunning. That particular problem had led to hours of exploring and research in the library until she finally discovered the location of the kitchen, hence why she was here. She would get one of the house-elves the school employed to spike his drink for her, before it was even at the table.
Pansy gingerly uncorked the vial and held it away from her, she then plucked a single, long eyelash from her eyelid and dropped it into the vial, ensuring he would only lust after her. The potion bubbled for a moment before it turned a deep pink and thick smoke billowed out. It was perfect. Smiling, Pansy handed it to the house-elf.
"Please put this in my love's drink," she said before spinning on her heel and walking out. It hadn't even occurred to her that the diminutive house-elf wouldn't know who he love was, after all everyone knew who Pansy liked. Merlin, Mrs Norris probably knew who her love was. And so, she stalked out of kitchen, a grin plastered on her face.
As Pansy returned to the Great Hall for dinner, Dobby stood in the kitchen, berating himself for not knowing who the beautiful and benevolent witch's love was.
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" he cried, whacking his head with a rolling-pin. It was almost a minute before he remembered he was at Hogwarts and didn't have to punish himself anymore. He gave his head one last whack for good measure before he set down the rolling pin and began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.
"Who is kind-mistress' love? Come now Dobby, yous is smart elf. Yous can figure it out. Even the great Harry Potter says yous is a smart elf." And then Dobby realised it. Who else would the kind, beautiful witch love other than the handsome and great Harry Potter? Yes! That was it, the witch's love must be Harry Potter! Dobby smiled at his intelligence before he poured the contents of the potion into a cup of pumpkin juice. He quickly disillusioned himself and apparated into the Great Hall where the he saw Harry Potter at his usual spot with his friends. Smiling, Dobby cast the switching spell and switched the Harry's pumpkin juice with Dobby's and then he apparated back to the kitchen. And no-one was the wiser…
Pansy hurried through the halls, up to the seventh floor, glancing through every arch and doorway she passed, looking for Draco and his goons. Tonight was the night, Draco was going to fall for her, he had to. But it was just her luck he hadn't been at the feast or at the common room. When she questioned a second year, she said that she had seen him making his way up to the seventh floor corridor. And so, Pansy rushed after him.
There was an intersecting corridor up ahead. When she was ten paces from it Draco emerged from an intersecting corridor. He was stalking towards a painting of dancing trolls.
"Draco!" Pansy called out.
Draco stopped and turned to look at her, "Pansy, what are you doing here? Go back to bed. I'm busy."
Pansy stopped at his reaction. He wasn't supposed to be acting like this. The potion wasn't working. Why wasn't the potion working? He should be head over heels for her now. He should be pressing her up against a wall- not telling her to go away. Maybe she had to get closer to him. She quickly paced over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards an empty classroom.
"Come on Draco, what are you doing? Let's have some fun." She drew out the last word in a sultry tone.
Draco looked at her like she had grown a second head. He broke free of her grasp and turned back to the portrait of the dancing trolls.
"Go away Pansy. I'm busy. I don't have time for you."
Pansy stared at Draco in disbelief. He wasn't interested in the slightest. What was wrong? The potion had been perfect, so why wasn't it working? The potion was supposed to increase someone's lust tenfold… And then she realised it. The potion only increased someone's lust, so if there was no urge in the first place, it would be useless. Did Draco really not find her attractive in the slightest? Was she that ugly? That annoying to him? Was she just with him so that nobody else would try to pursue him? Pansy felt anger bubble through her, anger like she had never felt before. She pulled out her wand and fired several nasty hexes at Draco's retreating form.
"Fuck you, Draco! FUCK YOU! We're over!" she screamed, before turning and storming back the way she'd come.
Halfway down the corridor she turned her head to see if Draco had chased after her. He hadn't. Pansy felt a sinking feeling, she had loved Draco, but he hadn't cared for her at all. She quickly banished any feelings of self-pity or sorrow, she'd get back at him. She turned around a corner without really paying attention to what she was doing and barrelled into something.
"Ow! Watch it, moron!" she complained. She looked around but couldn't see what she had bumped into. "Wait, who's there?" she reached forwards and felt the soft, silky fabric of an invisibility cloak. She quickly grabbed it pulled it away, revealing none other than Potter.
"Potter! What are you doing here?" Pansy hissed, scrambling back to her feet.
Potter was looking at her with an odd look, Pansy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Potter! Are you too thick to understand me? What are you doing here?"
Harry seemed to finally register her words and opened his mouth to answer when a soft meow sounded from behind them. They turned and saw Filch's cat, Mrs Norris. Pansy heard Harry curse as the cat trained her eyes on them, and then turned. Pansy knew that Filch would appear in a moment, and it wasn't her turn to patrol the corridors at night, so she would get in just as much trouble as anyone else if she was discovered.
Harry cursed again, grabbed Pansy's hand, and bolted. He rushed towards a broom closet at the end of the corridor, he threw the door open and pushed Pansy inside just as Filch's lamp lit up the corridor behind them. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure they hadn't been spotted before slipping in and shutting the door with a locking charm.
"What are you doing Potter?" Pansy demanded as Harry cast a silencing charm on the door. "Why'd you drag me here?"
"So we wouldn't get caught by Filch. I thought that much was obvious." Harry replied, casting a spell that resulted in a ball of light floating above their heads. His eyes settled on the girl's form; dark hair that looked black in the dim light, greyish-blue eyes and a face twisted in a half sneer - half glare. She was quite pretty, he realised. His eyes narrowed when he noticed her tear-stained make up. She had obviously been crying.
"Unlike you, I am a prefect. I'm allowed to be out in the halls," Pansy lied. "I should give you a detention for being out of bed."
"Then why'd you come with me? I bet it's not even your patrol round."
"You dragged me here!"
"Then please, be my guest and leave." Harry motioned for the door.
Pansy glared but made no motion to leave. Harry smirked at her.
"Exactly. So what are you doing out of bed, Parkinson?"
"None of your business, Potter." Pansy spat out his name like it was poison. "Why're you out here?"
"None of your business." Harry said, throwing her words back at her. Pansy glared.
"Tell me." she hissed.
"If you tell me why you've been crying."
Pansy's eyes widened and she quickly conjured a mirror to check her makeup. She muttered an incantation and the ruined mascara vanished from her face. She fixed Harry a death-glare once she had vanished the mirror. Harry realised that without the ruined makeup she was very, very pretty. He wondered why he'd never noticed that fact before. His eyes wandered across her face, her full lips, her long eyelashes, her… Harry shook his head as he realised what he was doing. This was Pansy Parkinson for Merlin's sake, Harry hated Pansy Parkinson, almost as much as Malfoy.
"So, are you going to tell me?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the thought that he found Pansy Parkinson of all people attractive.
"First, why are you here?" she countered, still glaring at him. If looks could kill, Harry was sure he'd be dead.
"I was following Draco."
Pansy felt a pang of sorrow as she heard the name of her ex. She nodded slowly and leaned in. "Yeah, that's a little creepy. I didn't know you liked guys, Potter."
"What?" Harry asked in shock.
"Don't worry, I'm not judging."
"I don't like guys!" Harry protested.
Pansy smirked. "Uh huh. I believe you."
"I don't like guys!" Harry repeated.
"Then why were you following Draco?"
"He's up to something. I know it. Anyway, I answered your question. Now you answer mine. Why were you crying?"
"None of your business." Pansy snapped.
Harry narrowed his eyes and pointed his wand in her pretty face. "Tell me. I held up my end of the bargain."
Pansy batted his wand out of her face. "Don't point that thing at me. And I didn't agree to any bargain."
Harry glared and Pansy sighed. She did feel like telling someone, but did it have to be Potter of all people?
"I broke up with Draco." she said simply. She reached into her pocket and rested her hand against he wand, if he said anything she'd hex his face off.
"Oh. I'm sorry. What happened?" Harry said with sympathy.
Pansy looked up in surprise, she tried to judge whether or not he was being genuine. And from what she could gauge, he was. "He's been ignoring me. I'm not even sure if he likes me."
Harry gave her a sad smile. The vulnerable look on her face was so cute. Harry shook his head. Where were these thoughts coming from? He had never found Pansy attractive before this. "Well then he's an idiot. Just do what you snakes to best and get revenge on him."
Pansy stared. Why was he being so nice? She was pretty sure he hated her. But he did make a good point. Revenge sounded nice. She chewed on her lip as she contemplated how to get revenge on Draco.
Harry watched her chew on her lip, enthralled. She looked so cute. Harry didn't even notice himself leaning forwards until she realised what he was doing and flinched.
"Potter, wha-"
Harry pressed his lips against hers. Pansy stiffened. She struggled under him, bringing her hands up and pushing at his chest. But Harry wasn't in control, he deepened the kiss and pushed her up against the back wall of the broom closet. Pansy struggled for a moment and then relaxed, and kissed him back. They made out until they both came up for air. Harry immediately began to kiss her neck and Pansy ran her hands through his hair.
"Don't get me wrong, Potter. I'm only doing this to get back at Draco."
Harry growled and reclaimed her lips. Pansy responded by wrapping her arms around him. When they finally broke the kiss, she was left panting for air. Harry stepped back and drew his wand, he quickly vanished Pansy's robes, shirt, and bra leaving her leaning against the wall topless. Harry could see her breasts poking out, dark areola crested by perky nipples.
"What the hell, Potter! I how am I supposed to go back to the common room now?"
Harry made a noise and pushed against her, forcing her back flat against the wall and her front pressed against him.
"You're such a git." Pansy breathed.
Harry growled and moved his hands to her skirt. In one swift movement he had pooled her skirt and knickers around her ankles. Before Pansy could react he crashed his lips against hers once again.
Pansy breathed in deeply. She positioned her hand above his crotch, slowly she felt around for the zipper of his trousers, and opened it. "Git," she said softly.
"Slut." Harry replied, placing his hands on her rear and lifting her up against the wall. Pansy squeezed his member and lined it up with her. He adjusted his grip and Pansy felt herself slide down a bit, she gasped and bit her lip as she felt him press against her.
"I hate you, bastard. Do it." She breathed, almost inaudibly.
Pansy shuddered as she felt his strong arms begin to lower her down onto himself. She trembled as his hard member began to separate her folds. She tilted his head back and pressed her lips down against his, and squealed as he lost his grip and she fell against him. Her entire weight pushed her down and she felt a membrane inside her rip open as Harry burst through it.
"F-Fuck you," she moaned, blinking away the tears in her eyes.
Harry groaned. He wasn't in control. He needed her. He needed more. He moved his hips forwards, thrusting into her and pushing her up the wall.
"You're fucking me," she gasped. "How does it feel to fuck something other than your hand? Prick."
They both moaned as he went as deep as he could and pulled out before thrusting back in. "Fuck you, Parkinson. You're such a slut. I hate you."
"I… hate… you… too," Pansy gasped between moans. "I can't believe I'm letting you fuck me."
"You're such a bitch."
"Fuck you. Don't you dare cum inside meee…" Pansy squealed as an orgasm hit her. She threw her arms around his neck and buried he face into his shoulder as she screamed.
Harry groaned as he felt her quiver on top of him. He kept thrusting until he felt his orgasm approach. "Parkinson, I'm close."
"Don't cum inside of me." Pansy spat
Harry grunted in affirmation and tried to pull out. But was stopped by Pansy's legs, which were tightly wrapped around him. "Parkinson, let go. I'm going to cum."
"Don't you dare cum in me." Pansy moaned, but she didn't release her hold on him; instead drawing him closer to her.
Harry feebly tried to pull out again but was unable to. "You're such a bitch. Alright, you're asking for it."
"You're such a bastard. Merlin, you are cumming in me. Fuck you, Potter. I told you not to."
"Bitch-" Harry tried to say more but his words were drawn out into a deep groan as he came inside her. Pansy closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as he hugged herself to him. She shuddered and trembled and moaned as another orgasm hit her.
After another minute they were both done. Pansy sighed contently and released her iron grip on the Gryffindor, only to fall unceremoniously to the ground when Harry suddenly pulled out of her and released his grip. A look of deep revulsion twisting his features.
"The hell, Potter?!"
"Parkinson? What? Oh, Merlin… What the fuck did I just do?"
"Relax, Potter. I'm on the potion."
Harry looked at her in confusion and then realised what she meant. A look of relief quickly spread across his features but was gone as quickly as it came, replaced with the same look of disgust he had before. "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want to do that. What the fuck did I just do?" Harry was babbling rapidly, a panicked look on his face.
"Potter?" Pansy questioned, drawing herself to her feet and placing a hand on his arm.
Harry flinched away from her and began fixing his clothes. He snatched his invisibility cloak from the floor and turned to open the door.
Pansy's hand snapped out and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face her.
"The fuck, Potter? You're just going to fuck me and dump me here? Without saying anything? Or even helping me get back to the Slytherin common room? I don't even have any clothes! You're such an arrogant prick!"
"Parkinson, I'm sorry," he said, summoning back her clothes onto her. "But this was a mistake- I didn't mean to do this. I have to go."
"Was I really that bad?" Pansy questioned, a hurt look on her face.
Harry softened at her look. "No, Parkinson, you were fine, great even. But this was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. You're Malfoy's girlfriend, and you hate me and my friends."
"Ex." Pansy corrected in a hard tone. "And who cares about all that other stuff. This was fun. Why did you have to ruin it?"
"Because this was a mist-"
"Shut it, Potter! I swear if I hear you say this was a mistake one more time…"
"But it was-"
"You know what? Fuck. You. You're such a prick! I can't believe I slept with a filthy half-blood!" Pansy was screaming now.
"Yeah, well you're not so great either! Fucking bitch."
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
Pansy wasn't sure who moved first, all she knew was that they both moved and met with their lips crashing against each other. Their tongues locked in a duel for supremacy. The kiss was broken only when they both came up for air.
"I hate you." Harry breathed.
"I hate you too." Pansy called as she left the broom closet and disappeared around a corner in the corridor.
