Chapter 1
Pansy had to give it to Granger, she planned a nice wedding, not that she would tell her. The wedding was held outside in the Greengrass' garden which had been lit with fairy lights. There were tables to one side for people to sit while the bar was separated by the dance floor. A band was situated in the back, playing softly a classical piece. House elves carried trays above their head filled with hors d'oeuvres while wine glasses floated through the air. The air buzzed with excitement and laughter. Draco and Blaise talked among friends as the Gryffindors took to the dance floor. Pansy sighed; she was too sober to deal with the snide comments from half the guests and to try get on with the other. She needed a drink, and was glad not to be the maid of honor- something that would have demanded she'd dance with one of the groom's men.
The bar tender smiled at her as she sat down. It was probably the dress- a tight sliver glittering dress that showed enough cleavage for it to be uncomfortable. If Pansy hadn't known Daphne well she would have thought the girl was trying to set her up, to prove Pansy Parkinson was that slag you heard about it school, but Daphne had tried to be helpful. The bar wasn't crowded as most guests had wanted to be here- Astoria had demanded Pansy be in her bridal party. Pansy had protested reminding her that the man she was marrying was best friends with Potter- Potter who she'd gladly have given up to the Dark Lord. That hadn't stopped her, Pansy scowled.
"I'll have a firewhiskey, please," Pansy said. She let the rest of her dress fall to the ground not caring that now people could see to her thighs.
"Pansy!" Daphne shouted, "I told you the dress would be perfect!" She too sat down next at the bar. Pansy smirked but didn't reply waiting for Daphne to finish. She'd probably watched as she crossed to the bar hoping Pansy would talk to someone.
"You should keep it," she smiled. Daphne wore her maid of honor dress as a badge that said down to fuck. It was a purple-ish color that hung close to her body. The back was lace that reached just above her bum; the front wasn't as daring as the back.
"Thanks Daphne," Pansy shrugged. She downed her drink and placed it back on the counter. Daphne raised her eyebrows but said nothing as she ordered another drink.
"It's not fair that she got married before me," Daphne began after a few seconds, "and our parents aren't happy that they've decided to buy a house in London."
"Really?" Pansy asked only mildly interested. Daphne though, she knew, was small talking her way to something big.
"Yes, it's well, my parents are lucky to be invited. They tried so hard to stop her from marrying him. They even tried to get Draco to date her. But you know how he is…" Daphne trailed off. She placed her flute of champagne down and sighed glanced around before turning back to Pansy.
"I heard, rumor has it, that Draco and Granger are fucking. Know anything about it?" Daphne asked. The music was starting to play loudly- more people seemed the move towards the dance floor. Daphne of course kept an eye on the dance floor, Pansy assumed to find her next boyfriend.
"No, thank god. Draco likes women and what he does with them is something I don't want to know about," Pansy shrugged. She tried not to picture pale Draco Malfoy giving it to Granger, in fact she tried not to think of anyone having sex. Besides the fact that it'd been a year since she'd had a good shag she could count on her hand how many people had wanted her.
"Oh, look at Blaise, I think I might say hi," Daphne smirked. Pansy glanced to see Blaise dancing with Weasley's sister. Daphne slid gracefully from the stool and walked towards Blaise a smiled on her face, Pansy snorted.
Pansy sat idle at the bar, she knew that if she left too early Astoria would send a howler after she got back from her honeymoon. Astoria Weasley, Pansy shivered at the terrible name and hoped that she had also decided to keep her own. She downed another drink and watched the happy couple talking and laughing. Pansy was on her sixth drink, she'd started drinking some gillywater and then brandy, when Potter sat down at the bar. He ordered a firewhiskey, on the rocks, and ignored her for two drinks.
"Parkinson," he finally acknowledged. Pansy looked at him, he had grown up since that last time she saw him. His glasses were no longer round but square, his face more mature looking, he'd gotten taller too while becoming fit. Potter's hair of course was still the same maybe a bit longer. Pansy noticed his hands; they looked like they knew how to fuck a girl, to make her moan and forget her name.
"Potter," Pansy replied. He was attractive, looking him over once again. Something had changed but she couldn't put her finger on what.
"Not married yet?" he asked suddenly. Pansy scowled wondering if he was married. She saw him glance at her chest, the way her dress had ridden up her legs, Pansy sighed. Maybe Potter was trapped in a marriage, she didn't really kept up with that sort of thing. Daphne told her when they had tea on Sundays but she only half listened. From what she remembered Potter was dating or close to being married.
"No, you?" Pansy asked. She looked for a ring for a second but turned back to her drink, for once she wasn't offended someone had decided not to sit close to her. Most people always expressed their surprise when they found out she wasn't in a relationship or married, it was better to see the pitying looked from a distance than up close. Potter didn't look at her with pity though.
"Not yet," he said looking at Weasley's sister. She was dancing with Neville Longbottom, her hair came loose as she laughed. When the song stopped someone else asked her to dance, laughing she found her way to the dance floor. She looked beautiful in her sliver gown that the bridesmaids wore. Pansy could almost understand wanting to be with her.
"Ah, so you're pining after someone who doesn't want you," Pansy asked. She almost laughed but stopped when she saw Potter's face. Pansy knew Potter and Weasley had dated but that was when they had all gone back to Hogwarts for their second seventh year. He hadn't returned but Weasley had and he visited her until he hadn't. Pansy had been too busy with her family drama to care about what happened to Harry 'Golden Boy' Potter and his band of misfit friends.
"Fuck off Parkinson, at least I don't have to throw myself at people," Potter replied. He turned away from looking at Weasley. The bar tender put another drink down in front of him, Pansy sipped her drink, and watched him gulp the drink down.
"Who said I did?" Pansy asked. Pansy frowned; she'd never thrown herself at anyone. All the people she'd been with had asked her out. They'd even dated for more than two weeks, except for the fling she had on holiday. That didn't count as far as she was concerned.
"If I remember correctly Astoria mentioned something about you and an arranged marriage," Potter shrugged. Pansy snorted- her mother had wanted to restore the family's bank account. The man intended for Pansy hadn't realized she'd not consented to the marriage and had ended it; it had ended her relationship with her mother too. Of course most people had only heard the story from the papers.
"Some families have a hard time of letting go of past traditions, Potter," Pansy told him. She was annoyed and she had a feeling Potter knew it. The Greengrass family, besides the Malfoy family, were the only pureblood family Pansy had seen take any steps to reform.
"Really?" Potter said after a second. He looked at her for a second before taking a drink, Pansy frowned.
"What?" Pansy asked not liking his tone. He looked smug as if he had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Only Pansy had no idea what he thought she might be doing.
"Some people never change," Potter shrugged. Pansy stared at him. He was drunk and probably didn't mean what he said or was he drunk and knew what he meant but didn't care.
"Excuse me?" Pansy asked. She wanted to make sure he had implied what she thought he had- that she would never change, that she was there for a good time and to populate the magical world.
"What are you doing here?" Potter asked. Pansy frowned, and looked around her. People were laughing and dancing- it was a wedding. She looked at Potter who was fiddling with his glass before looking back at her.
"I was invited to a friend's wedding. Having a drink. Is that illegal now?" Pansy asked. He shrugged.
"Depends on who you're meeting when having the drinks," Potter told her. Pansy stood; it had been seven years, true she hadn't apologized, but that day in the Great Hall seemed to follow her like a cloud. She would go make excuses to Daphne, Astoria and leave. She hadn't wanted to be here in the first place so why should she stay only to be insulted?
"Sorry," Potter said grabbing her wrist lightly.
"Me too," Pansy sniffed, trying to walk away. Potter looked good in his suit; she wondered what he looked like in muggle clothing. He was probably tone from trying to rid the magical world of Death Eaters. She needed to get away before she did something silly.
"No, that was outta line, so sorry," Potter said again, "I'll buy you a drink?"
"I've had too many already. I'm going home," Pansy told him. She was tired and annoyed, everyone seemed to be having a good time but her and maybe Potter- but he didn't count. Pansy just wanted to go home and sleep in her warm bed.
"I'll walk you home," Potter said. Pansy stared at him for a few moments before nodding. Potter was known for being a gentlemen, for having a hero complex, but she didn't think he take it this far. Pansy held Potter's hand and then apparated.
Pansy lived in muggle London. At first she hadn't liked the thought of being around people she was told were stupid but it was better than living with Draco or Blaise or Daphne- all of whom had wanted her in a wizarding area. Of course Pansy's apartment had enchantments to make sure she could use magic inside. They stood at the doors to her building.
"I've always wondered why you decided to work at the Ministry," Potter told her. Pansy frowned and stared at him; trying not to move her head to fast- she closed her eyes several times.
"Er, where else would hire me?" Pansy asked stiffly. She looked at her apartment building then back at Potter.
"Right," Potter shrugged. They stood in awkward silence Potter's hand resting on her back, his hand gently rubbing circles. She wanted to lean forward, to press herself into his warmth.
"I should go now," Pansy told him. He nodded, a small smile on his lips, then kissed her. It was a soft peck on the lips but a surprise none the less.
"Are you dating anyone?" Potter asked rudely. The moment was ruined, Pansy rolled her eyes; vaguely remembering she answered the question hours ago. Or had she, she couldn't really recall.
"No, I don't have time. I'm surprised you do. I mean being the wonder boy must keep you busy," Pansy replied. She was embarrassed; her nipples could be seen through the dress. It was only a kiss and not a good one either. She needed to get out and find someone and soon.
"So what if I have a healthy social life. I'm young," Potter shrugged. His eyes followed Pansy's arms as she crossed them against her chest, his smirk telling her he'd seen. She stared at him wondering what he was like in bed.
"And you're implying I don't have a social life?" Pansy asked. Pansy didn't want to be considering shagging Harry fucking Potter but she was.
"Do you?" Potter smirked. He stepped closer, pulling her against him. He kissed her properly this time, his hands grabbing her hair.
Pansy returned his kiss with equal fervor, her hands resting on his arse. They moved toward the doors and then the elevator, they stood there staring at each other. Once in the elevator, after Pansy had pushed the number four, they were making out again. Their hands were everywhere and somewhere in the battle of tongues Pansy's dress was starting to be peeled off her. Pansy quickly unlocked her door as they stumbled in, Potter's hands working the rest of her dress down her body. Her back was pressed against the cool wall as Potter pulled her dress, she tugged on his shirt. She could feel the flush in her cheeks and her body responded to Potter's. She didn't know who started it but all of a sudden she knew she was going to get the fuck of her life.
Pansy worked hard to get Potter's jeans off, her hand caressing his erection in the process. He whispered something into her neck as he undid her bra, his hand brushing over her breasts. Pansy smirked and pushed Potter onto the bed, her mouth meeting his as he pulled her underwear down. Potter's fingers found her, Pansy cursed when his mouth found her nipple, his other hand gently caressing her. Pansy didn't moan she wouldn't let Potter win, she searched her way until she found his penis, slowly her finger traced his shaft.
"Fuck," Potter muttered. Pansy smirked, only to find herself on the bed with her legs open and Potter's face buried in between.
"God," Pansy breathed, she gripped the sheets as Potter's kiss grew more intense. She was on fire as he teased her. She strained against him but he didn't allow her a release.
Potter slowly kissed his way up Pansy's body sucking lightly on her hip bone before sucking on her neck. Pansy pulled his head in for a kiss as he entered her, she groaned. It stung but it was a good sting that had her nails digging into Potter's back. He kept a slow pace, she tried to move faster, to make him let her finish but he chuckled. Pansy kissed his neck, then flipped them so that she rode him. She smirked as she held his hands in place, his eyes watched the bounce of her breasts. She let his hands go the same time she came, the warm feeling engulfing her body.
"I'm not finished," Potter muttered. He could still feel how hard he was, she tried not to moan.
Potter, flipping them so he again was on top, pounding hard into her. The slow pace was forgotten as his face buried in her neck breathing on her. Pansy tilted her hips up, taking him in with each thrust. Potter smirked, her fingernails scratching across his back, as he slowed for a second. Potter left only the tip in when he pumped back into her, his pace becoming faster and faster, one hand on her clit Pansy came again. He chuckled, moving slower inside her.
"Fuck me," Pansy moaned. Potter moved in her again, Pansy's eyes widened at the sensation. Pansy could feel the tension building as they moved, Pansy clawing at his back, aching for the release. Potter finally came and seconds later so did Pansy. He pulled out and they lay on the bed besides Pansy who closed her eyes.
Pansy's nipples were cold, in fact she was cold in general, and someone was caressing her stomach. Someone had taken the covers or she realized they had been pushed aside. She groaned, remembering that she'd gotten drunk at Astoria's wedding. She thought for a moment trying to remember who she might have brought back home with her. She'd avoided Nott like he was the plague, considering he had dumped her a week after they'd graduated from Hogwarts, after she'd given him her virginity, then Flint had been flirting during the ceremony. She hadn't been that drunk though. The arm pulled her closer, close enough to feel his need pressing against her. She tried to think of a way to get to the shower. She was sore which slowed her down as she gradually inched towards the end of the bed. She quietly made her way to the bathroom- her house thank god- and closed the door lightly. She was bruised too, her thighs sporting a few hickeys. She was sore too, her wand could fix that. Pansy sighed and started the water, hopefully whoever it was would leave before she needed to get her clothes.
Pansy wasn't in luck- Harry Potter was half way dressed in her bedroom. His face went from surprise to shock; he looked her up and down as he smirked at her. Pansy held the towel closer and waited from him to say something. They stared at each other, Potter looking smug as Pansy inched to the dresser. He finished getting dressed before apparating. Pansy sighed not realizing how tense she had been. She looked at the clock and cursed- she was late.
"You're late!" Daphne told her as Pansy hurried from the fireplace of Cups. Cups was a fashionable café near Flourish and Blotts. They had a fireplace that warmed the room during the winter months and a patio for summer seating. The tables were made of dark wood and the light came from balls of softly glowing orbs. People were usually seen reading books or chatting with friends over tarts and cakes. The tea list was long and some of it imported from international magical communities. It was Daphne's favorite place to dish gossip while people watching.
"Sorry," Pansy said sitting down gently. She noticed Daphne had already ordered for them. Pansy loved the smell of her blueberry tea, a plate of shortbread in front of them. Daphne had her usually jasmine tea, the leave seeping in the water- Pansy realized she wasn't that late.
"It's fine, how did you like the wedding?" Daphne smiled. Pansy took a sip of her tea trying to find the polite why to say uncomfortable. Daphne had probably noticed her going off with Potter, Pansy cringed hoping they could talk about something other than her sister's wedding.
"It was wonderful," Pansy said finally. The food and drink were wonderful, Daphne smiled. The waiter came and placed two cupcakes in front of them.
"So, how is…" Pansy trailed off not remember who Daphne was dating now. If anything could get her off the wedding it would be her love life. Daphne was a serial dater, having ignored her families' wishes for her to find a nice pureblood man.
"Tom, and he's lovely," Daphne shrugged, "if you're into that."
"Nice guys?" Pansy asked. Daphne sorted a grin on her face.
"Nice guys, they're too sweet. But Tom does come well equipped, so I think I'll you know hang around a bit," Daphne smiled. She tossed her dark brown hair away from her face and looked down at the cup of tea she was drinking. Pansy tired to think of topics to talk about, she didn't want to remember last night. She didn't want to remember Potter's smug face as she walked out of the bathroom.
"I also might have found someone for you!" Daphne began. Pansy tried to smile but failed.
"No, Daphne," Pansy started. Daphne shook her head and took a sip of her tea.
"Hear me out okay! You're always busy and working. You don't even try to be social unless forced to. You need to get out there, when was the last time you were fucked? When was the last time you actually had a boyfriend? It's one date Pansy, maybe he'll make you laugh!" Daphne shrugged, pushing hair out of her face again. Pansy wondered if she could tell Daphne about Potter. On one hand it would get her to back off with the dating business but then again Daphne was a gossip- until somehow the gossip got out and Daphne would be upset.
"I know but, it's stupid, but I just don't feel like it. I don't want to have to deal with someone else bullshit. I don't want to have to plan time for someone," Pansy replied. She thought of last night and how she'd come so many times she couldn't remember them all. Pansy thought about how nice it would have been if she had been dating the guy she woke up next to. She could have spent the morning being fucked she'd forget where she was and walk funny for a week, Daphne would laugh about her being late and they'd share a knowing smile before talking about Astoria's wedding to The Ginger as Daphne liked to call him. But all she had was a hangover, bruises and the feeling of guilt for not telling Daphne about last night.
"You're not a slag," Daphne said.
"I know," Pansy snapped. She regretted it when Daphne frowned and pushed her tea away. That was not what she had been thinking.
"What I meant is you should stop thinking about those arseholes. They don't know you and you know what? So what? It's just a date, think about it, yeah?" she asked. Pansy sighed, she would say no they both knew it.
"I fucked Potter," Pansy blurted out. This would distract Daphne for at least a month before her dating would come up again.
"What?" Daphne asked. She stared at Pansy her eyes wide, her mouth was open before she quickly shut it. She lean closer to the table, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
"We were drunk, at the bar and he pissed me off. I didn't want to be there so I thought it was a good reason to go home. Potter followed me home and we…we were up for a long time," Pansy shrugged. She didn't want Daphne getting too much information, hopefully she wouldn't spread this around.
"How was it?" Daphne grinned. She pushed her hair back, her arms on the table, she smiled waiting for details. Pansy smiled back too, feeling better she had told someone about her out of character shag. The bits and pieces that were coming back to her told Pansy she had had a wonderful time.
"I came," Pansy smiled, "a lot." She didn't want to go into detail, like she had with her other boyfriends. Daphne however didn't seem to care for them. They sat there a giggled for a few seconds before Daphne became serious again.
"So, he's good then? I heard he's a good size too. If I was into that…" Daphne sighed, "Shame." Pansy nodded not really wanting to know more about Potter's love life. In fact considering how good sex had been she was surprised that he wasn't with someone.
"Yeah, the morning after though…" Pansy shrugged. Potter apparating was better than him sticking around to talk. They had nothing in common- he was the world's champion and she was Pansy Parkinson. She was the girl who wanted to turn Harry fucking Potter over to the Dark Lord- they'd never work out.
"Awkward then?" Daphne guessed, she grabbed the cupcake and freed it from its wrapper. Pansy watched her realizing she too was hungry for a snack.
"Unbelievably," Pansy smirked. She could laugh now at the fact they stared at each other before Potter left. In a few months it would probably become a joke with Daphne when no one else was around.
"Before Potter…how long has it been? I bet you're sore as hell," Daphne told her smug. Pansy rolled her eyes- Daphne would be smug about getting shagged on the regular.
"A years and a half, I think. Nott and I broke up a year after seventh year, the second one. Then I dated Adrian for what two years, then I was single for a year and had the fling with Gabriel and then I dated Marcus Belby for about two years…" Pansy trailed off.
"That's it?" Daphne frowned. Pansy thought about it, they were seven years out of Hogwarts- well it was really six if you went back to complete the year again. It didn't seem like time had gone by that fast but it had.
"I'm not really into serial dating Daphne," Pansy sighed. Daphne frowned, Pansy hadn't meant to insult her but she dated more men in a week then the Quibbler came up with facts. Sometimes Daphne would sleep with them and when she did Sunday tea was interesting. However most time Daphne got the men to take her places without having to pay for anything.
"At least I date," Daphne shrugged. Pansy frowned and sipped her tea. The cups at Cups were rather large which was nice for long conversations, Pansy was only half way finished with hers. The biscuits were almost gone too.
"Was it like losing your virginity all over again," Daphne asked. Pansy almost sap her tea out, she stared at Daphne confused as to why she would ask such a question.
"What, no," Pansy said shaking her head. It had been a bit tight in the beginning but after her third orgasm Pansy had forgotten to care. She had just wanted Potter to come finally, after all the work he'd done. And for a moment she could still feel him inside her.
"Astoria being the little tart she is thought Draco might get back with her, when he was first dating Hannah, but he didn't. So she went out and slept with a bunch of Gryffindors to make him angry. It didn't work but she did say that it was almost like the first time," Daphne shrugged.
"A wonderful story she's got to tell the kids huh," Pansy smiled. Daphne laughed too.
"I bet, The Ginger has her now so she's his problem. I thought my parents would be happy! At least he's not a muggleborn," Daphne said. Pansy nodded.
"They looked happy at the wedding," Pansy told her. Daphne shrugged and looked at the food.
"If you call having good connections having a good time then yes, they were. I think they really thought Draco was going to marry her," Daphne shrugged.
They sat in silence eating the slices of cake, red velvet and yellow. It was what they normally ordered. When they were children Daphne's mother would only allow them to eat fruit. They, the grow ups, ate cake, cookies and other treats while Daphne and Pansy watched with longing. When they were older they were allowed cakes and such but by then Pansy had hated tea time and Daphne had had her first boyfriend. Years later when they returned to Hogwarts they had started tea time again. Daphne had told the gossip to them, Tracy and Millicent and Pansy not really caring but listening anyway. Of course once they graduated Tracy went off to Costa Rica to study tribal magic, Millicent travelled abroad to find a husband. Daphne and Pansy however kept the tea time tradition.
"How are you?" Daphne asked all of a sudden. It was like she too remembered those boring afternoons eating fruit. While Pansy's parents hadn't been strict, Daphne's had, and it was usual to for Daphne to spend long visits to get away from them. It was then that Daphne had realized Pansy's parents were just as bad as her own- in a different way.
"I'm frustrated but fine," Pansy shrugged. Daphne nodded. Pansy knew Daphne wanted her to work for Draco as he understood them. However Pansy wanted to make it on her own, to prove to herself and her mother she could.
"Your mum?" she asked. Pansy snorted and glared at her tea. Pansy's mother had always favored her son. Orion had been ten when he died and mourned by his mother ever since- leaving Pansy's father to do as he pleased. Pansy had been largely raised by house elves who tried to, for the first five years, keep Pansy's mother sane. Of course the other pureblood society women had taken pity on the Parkinson family- when not at home Pansy had been forced, at first, upon Daphne and Astoria.
"Among other things. I wish I had a job I liked, someone who loved me and I dunno stuff…" Pansy shrugged looking down at her tea. Daphne nodded though her parents would support her until she married- it was one of the things that made Pansy wish her family hadn't been destroyed.
""Some things you most wish for are not to be touched' is something you should keep in mind," Daphne told her. Pansy frowned, and smoothed her hair.
"Where is that from?" Pansy asked. As a pureblood and one day wife of another summer lessons had be devoted to learning literature. It wasn't familiar but Pansy had never really liked studying to become a wife as Daphne had.
"Into the Woods, some sort of acting singing thing these muggles do. This one muggle I dated was into this sort of thing. He was a great singer too," Daphne smiled. Pansy rolled her eyes; Daphne had gone out with muggles once in a while to annoy her parents.
"So why'd you dump him?" Pansy asked. She vaguely remembered this; Daphne had tried to insist they go see one of these muggle plays.
"He dumped me for an actress," Daphne crossed her arms. Pansy laughed.
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