A/N: Written for hp_humpdrabbles on LJ with the prompt 'good girls don't, but I do.'
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Harry/Pansy
Good Girls Don't
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I suddenly see him coming out of the tent, surrounded by a group of people. They probably all want to get close to him, now that he's shown he's better than Diggory. Well. I'll have you know I had my eye on him since before he was chosen for the Tournament.
"Hey, Potter!" I cry, loud enough for him to hear me through the wall of people. I don't think he wants to come over, because oh look, Granger is dabbing at his face with a cloth. I bet he loves that, the dirty bastard. I bet he wouldn't think twice about fucking her.
It seems I'll have to do this the hard way. As Potter gets close to the grand doors of Hogwarts, I see that his entourage's attention has been distracted by Diggory, walking in the same direction. Looks like something's about to go down.
Quickly, before they manage to turn away and start fussing over Potter again, I grab him by the sleeve and pull him to a secluded corner.
"Pansy? What the bloody hell are you doing?" He's defensive. Good. He won't know what hit him.
I grab the front of my robes and pull them open, revealing my not-all-bad boobs. He looks at them, bug-eyed, and starts to splutter. I wonder what he'll have to say about them.
"W-w-what?"
"Nice, eh? I have a proposition for you, Potter."
"W-what?"
"Listen closely, 'cause I'll only give you this chance once. I'll let you see more of this, if you promise you can land me an interview with that Skeeter woman." In my head, I laugh at the silly look on his face. There's no way he can say no. just in case he's having trouble making up him mind, I shake my chest, making those great boobs of mine bounce and jiggle in a way that boys always find irresistible.
"I can't." Is he not as dirty as I predicted? That's odd. It must be ratified.
I grab his hand and place it on one of my boobs. I make him squeeze it, make him pinch my nipple. I can see the lust flooding into his eyes and I know that I will have absolutely no problems.
"Promise. You know you want me."
"Yes." It really is amazing how often boys let their dick make the decisions. I release his hand and he continues playing with my boobs, putting his other hand up to join in the fun. If I lean back I can see his erection, getting bigger and bigger and straining to get out of his robes. But that will have to wait for some other time.
I pull him closer to me and start whispering in his ear the dirty little things boys like to hear.
"Good girls don't, but I do. You don't know the limits to the chance of me fucking you."
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To be continued…?