Harry Potter and the Hogwarts Harem
by C.M. Lacey

Chapter Two: Pansy Parkinson.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, leaning against the cold stone wall behind him. It could have been an hour, or merely a few minutes, Harry would never know. All he knew was he felt more warm, more relaxed than he had ever felt in all his life. He had passionately kissed, made out, and felt up his previous girlfriend's bodies before, but never had Harry experienced anything like that. His relationship with Cho Chang wasn't long enough to enter that territory, and with Ginny they just were getting there when the war began. It occurred to him that what he seemed to be feeling at that moment was the way he often saw Ron act his sixth year at Hogwarts whenever he left behind his then girlfriend Lavender Brown.

"What are you doing here?"

Harry numbly glanced at the speaker who had appeared in the alleyway entrance. It was another girl his age, who looked familiar, although for the moment Harry couldn't recognize her. She was very skinny with black hair and blue eyes, and was covered in dirt. She wore the remnants of a Hogwarts uniform, all faded and ripped, which in this environment seemed odd. "Sorry?"

The girl stepped closer. "Potter?" The girl asked, uncertain at first, then she suddenly stopped, almost looking ashamed of herself. "I didn't know it was you."

Harry's mind was finally returning to him. The voice was too familiar and now that he looked at her, it was unmistakable on who she was. Suddenly it was all to clear why he didn't recognize her. The girl in front of him was the shadow of the one he knew in Hogwarts. Never before had he seen her look in such a state.

"Pansy Parkinson?"

She didn't respond for the longest time, but gave a small nod. She still looked ashamed.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"This is where I live." She told him in a very odd small voice.

This didn't add up. The girl that took every opportunity to knock him down at school, who was probably one of the wealthiest students in his class, was living in some alleyway. Initially Harry felt a sense of justice. He endured six years of verbal torture from her, and more than once had he wished someone would knock her off her high horse. It seemed the Second Wizarding War had took it's toll on her.

Pansy wouldn't meet his eyes, she only walked towards the wooden box sitting in the very back of the alley. "You can come in if you want."

"Come in?"

"In here…" Pansy spoke moodily, and with that she bent low and disappeared inside the box.

Of course Harry thought this was a very strange invitation, as there could be next to no room left in that box. Then he remembered that Pansy was a Witch, and more than likely had expanded the inside of the box with a charm. Ordinarily Harry would have ignored anything Pansy would have offered him, but his curiosity took the better of him. He wanted to know what further misery this bane of his existence was suffering now. Taking his Firebolt, he stepped over the mess Hannah caused him to make, went over to the box and stooped low, then followed her in.

Sure enough the inside was bigger, but it was still a box. For a bed was a pile of discarded newspapers and magazines piled on top of the other. Her school trunk was inside but it appeared to be next to empty. She was sitting on another stack of papers and was lightly munching on what looked some sort of cart food sold on the alleyway. She still wouldn't look him in the eye but told him he was welcome to sit down on her 'bed'.

"Why did you invite me here?" Harry finally asked, after he took in the dreadful look of the place.

"I wanted to tell you I was an idiot, and I'm sorry." She spoke sincerely but still wouldn't look him in the eye. Her shame was too much to bare. "I treated you badly and it's only since I've landed in this situation that I realized it. I swore if I ever saw you again that I should apologize and… well I know it doesn't mean anything to you, but it does to me."

Harry immediately felt disgusted at himself for being happy at her sorry circumstances. Even so, the back of his mind still warned him that she was still a Slytherin. He wanted to believe her, but it was instilled in him to question anything someone like her said.

"You told everyone in school to turn me over to Lord Voldemort when he was demanding them to send me out during the battle." Harry reminded her.

He saw her wince at Voldemort's name, but Hannah had done the same thing. It seemed that this would continue to be a normal practice until people realized that there was nothing more to fear. Voldemort had died once before afterall.

Pansy shook off her fear and pressed on. "I can explain everything, even if it does sound stupid to you."

Harry gave her a nod.

"For all the teasing I did… I think it's pretty obvious where that came from." Pansy glanced his in his direction quickly then turned away. "I was in love with Draco. He hated you, so I did as well in order to please him. He never really liked me as much as I liked him, though. No matter what I did, he just used me like everyone else he hung out with. The things he made Crabbe and Goyle do…. Anyway, I did some childish things back then for the approval of some boy, and in the end he didn't really care about any of it. It was unfair to you, and your friends. I was such a-"

"What does that have to do with Voldemort?" Harry interrupted her self-hatred session.

Pansy winced again, "Could you not say that name?"

"I will if you get to a point."

Pansy sighed heavily. "Where to start? My parents are Pure-Blood, but were never Death-Eaters. They were supporters and collaborators, yes, but never devoted themselves 100% to the Dark Lord's cause. When my parents refused to join the Battle at Hogwarts, they were… killed." She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts. "I didn't know that at the time… had I of known…. but that doesn't make any difference. Back then, when the Dark Lord sent his message for the school to surrender you, what I said then was spoken out of fear. I didn't want to die. It seemed stupid for everyone in the school to get mixed up in whatever you and the Dark Lord were involved in. So I just… just spoke without thinking, without knowing the whole story."

Harry could understand that reason. Knowing that her parents were killed did change things. Despite himself, he was wanting to forgive her. Swallowing, he pushed those unwanted thoughts out of his mind. He didn't want to feel sorry for her.

"How did you end up homeless?"

"I guess it's my punishment for turning on you like I did." Pansy stared at her feet. "My parents died, and all their wealth was stolen by the Death-Eaters who committed the crime. I have nothing but what I took away with me from Hogwarts. I tried talking to the Ministry of Magic about what happened, but since I'm considered a collaborator, my case is a low priority. So I've been living here all this time, selling what I can for stupid scraps of food like this."

His stoney approach wasn't working. Unfortunately Harry's heart reached out to her. He had hated her existence just 20 minutes prior, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing someone on the other side of things was hard to bare.

"Why did you swear to yourself that you'd apologize to me?" Harry asked. "I know that you treated me bad and you were ready to turn me in, but it's not like our lives crossed each other that much. It wasn't as if you were openly trying to do me harm. You just had bad friends and were afraid of your life."

Pansy glanced at him angrily. "Potter, you're such an idiot. I didn't have to act the way I did, now did I? I could have stopped acting like a brat at any time and… and… behaved the way I was raised. Doing what I did was spitting in the faces of all they taught me! But I wanted to be cool! How lame is that? Since Draco was obsessed with hating you, I degraded myself by following his example. I never would have behaved that way to anyone else. I was awful! I don't know how much my little abuse effected your school life, but I'm sure it didn't help. And me trying to turn you in is just the icing to the cake. I feel awful for what I did and I wanted to apologize, maybe make it up to you… somehow. So that's why I'm apologizing."

"Oh." Harry felt almost blindsided with that rant. "I'm sorry."

Pansy groaned. "You're the one saying sorry? You're not supposed to side with me! You're supposed to be angry with me, and laugh in my face, then tell me I deserved what I got."

"I don't think that." Harry would have stood up, but the box was too low. So he stood up on his knees and somewhat walked towards her. "Look, everyone does stupid things, horrible things. A lot of people don't own up to it though. That's not what I'm hearing from you. You understand what you've done is wrong, learned from it, and now you're trying to do your best to not be like that again. That makes you a better person. So how can I be mad at someone who's trying to change?"

Pansy looked amazed at that reaction, shaking her head. "Draco was so wrong about you."

Harry couldn't stand seeing her like this anymore. "Come on, get your stuff."

"What?"

"Grab your things, you're coming with me."

Pansy resisted again. "What? Where are you going to take me?"

"My place. I live in a decent sized home that has a good number of rooms. You can stay with me until you figure out what to do." Harry started placing things he thought that might be important into her school trunk.

She looked bewildered. "Why would you do that?"

Harry sighed. "I forgave you, so forgive yourself. You can start by letting me help you."

Pansy stared at him blankly for a moment, then slowly helped him finish placing the few items left into her trunk. It didn't take long. They were soon crawling out of the box opening with the trunk and Firebolt in their hands. But as they reached the entrance to Diagon Alley, Harry stopped. Once again he was faced with his fame. Pansy, who hadn't spoke since they had packed, stared at him wondering why he stopped.

"Let's Apparate into the Leaky Cauldron, I have some stuff I have to collect first." Harry told her.

"Are you too lazy to walk or something?"

"I just saved the Wizardry world from Hitler." Harry reminded her. "I'd like to get home sometime tonight."

"Oh."

It wasn't long after that that the two of them arrived back at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. After they had placed Harry's school supplies in his room, Harry showed Pansy to her new room. Once she was all settled, he gave her a tour of the Sirius' old house. She kept silent most of the time, still seemingly embarrassed that she was placed in this situation.

"Master has a house guest?" An old house elf emerged from somewhere.

"Hello Kreacher, this is Pansy Parkinson. She'll be staying with us for a while."

"You have a house elf?" Pansy asked in disbelief. "I thought your friend Granger hated people who owned them."

"She does. But Kreacher is a special case. He's too attached to the house and it would be worse for him if I set him free. So I just… ask him to do things instead of order him. He doesn't really like it that much, but puts up with it."

"Master has no backbone, Miss Parkinson."

Pansy snickered. "He's Half-Blood, so you have to go easy on him." She told the elf.

"Ah, Misses be Pure-blood?"

Harry sighed. "None of that stuff matters Kreacher."

"Oh course Master, none of it matters… even though it does. Master doesn't know what's good for him."

"Does he know he's saying that out loud?" Pansy pointed at him.

"Sometimes I can't tell." Harry eyed him. "He's harmless anyway."

He showed Pansy to the bathroom. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd like to take a shower. I don't have any clothes for you yet so… I guess you'll have to make due with mine, if that's okay."

Pansy wrinkled her nose. "No offense, but your clothes are like 3 of 4 sizes to big for you, and sure as hell wouldn't fit me at all. Aren't you rich? I mean you own this house, have a house elf, and can afford a Firebolt. Why don't you have clothes that fit you?"

Harry could see she was starting to return to part of her old self. He wasn't sure of this was a good thing or not. "I haven't gotten around to it. I've been sort of busy lately, if you haven't noticed. How about this, I'll buy some new stuff when we go out and get you some clothes of your own."

She immediately went shy again. "I don't have any money."

"I'll lend you some. As you said, I have plenty."

"You don't have to do that."

"You can't wear that anymore," Harry pointed at her barely recognizable Slytherin uniform. "and as tempting as it seems, I'm not about to let you run around naked."

She looked embarrassed. "I'm going to pay you back one day."

Harry gave her a nod and led her back to his room. After she picked clothes that were the smallest he owned, and outfits that didn't look too "Dudley-ish", she retreated to the upstairs bathroom. Harry told Kreacher to repair and wash her uniform as best he could, and if it was unsalvageable to just throw it out. In the meantime, Harry decided to practice his muggle cooking skills and made a nice dinner for them to eat when she was finished cleaning. He cooked a nice a baked chicken with roasted potatoes and carrots - nothing too elaborate. By the time the chicken was ready he heard Pansy walking down the stairs.

"Sit down, Dinner is ready."

"Dinner?" He heard Pansy ask meekly.

He plated the food and joined her at the table. When he sat down, he finally had a chance to get a good look at her now that she was clean. She had trimmed her hair so it was back to her stylish short haircut. Harry couldn't help but think it looked strange that his pajamas were on a girl he hated through out school but now looked adorably cute on her. They were too big and were barely hanging on her, but seeing her exposed shoulder was kind of sexy.

"You made this?" Pansy interrupted his teenaged thoughts, referring to the chicken.

Harry nodded. "My muggle relatives made me cook every now and then. I still haven't learned to cook with magic, so I had to do it the old fashion way."

Pansy was impressed as they ate their meal. It wasn't long before they had finished and she announced she was ready to sleep in a real bed. He watched her leave, holding up her trousers as she went, then decided after he cleaned the dishes he would go to sleep as well. It had been a weird day. With all the shopping happenings and the situation with Pansy, he had almost forgotten about what happened with Hannah Abbott. His mind wandered to the memory of that moment, and he smiled fondly at it. Still, he decided that it was best not to dwell. He still didn't know where he stood with Ginny, and he was sure that Hannah's 'thank you' was a one-time only offer.

He finished the dishes, then climbed up the stairs and headed for his bedroom. Before he reached his room, he checked in on Pansy. Her door was open, but the lights were out inside. He peeked in and saw that she was in a ball on the corner of the bed. Shutting her door properly, he went into his own room and changed out of his clothes and finally slipped into bed. The moment his head touched his pillow he passed out on the spot.

"Potter! Are you awake?"

Dimly Harry sat up, his eyes blurred from the sleep and the lack of glasses. In the dark he could make out the silhouette of someone at the door, though his sleep deprived mind forgot he had a house guest. "Huh?"

"I can't sleep in there." She spoke and again and walked further in the room, closing the door behind her. "I don't want to be alone…"

Harry scratched the back of his head. He remembered it was Pansy. She probably was insecure from having been sleeping in a box in an alley for weeks. He started to get out of bed. "Here, sleep in my bed. There is a couch in here I can take." But he stopped. He had forgotten that he was only wearing his pants. "Err… I need my trousers first."

He couldn't tell what expression Pansy was making but her voice sounded slightly amused. "Don't worry, I had to take mine off to, they were too loose and kept wrapping around me."

Harry wasn't quite sure she got the point. He didn't want her to see him in his underwear. "Do you see them anywhere?"

"What makes you think I can if you can't. This is your house and you should know what you did with your trousers. Anyway, I should take the couch. I'm the guest and I'm intruding in on your room."

She started over to the couch but she was close enough for Harry to reach out and grab her hand to stop her. "No… no, you're a girl, you should have the bed. Let me take the couch."

"You can't find your trousers, so it's better for me to take it anyway." She pointed out and pulled her hand free.

"No, it's not right for you to sleep on the couch while I sleep on a bed." Harry reached out again and pulled her back.

She pulled her hand back again, but this time he had a firmer grip on her that she pulled him out of bed. "Let go!"

"Take the bed. Who cares about the trousers now… I'm out and you've seen me."

"I should take the couch." Pansy pushed him so that he fell over onto the bed.

She made a dash for the couch, but he went after her, picked her up by her waist and plopped her on the bed. Before he could turn around again she jumped on his back and dragged him back. On top of the bed, the two ended up wrestling each other, both trying to pin the other down. At first it was frustrating to Harry, but after a while he found himself laughing. He wasn't the only one, she was giggling as she struggled with him, both fighting and clawing to get the better position.

Finally she rolled on top of him and pinned his arms down with her hands and used her legs to stop his feet from squirming. Her face hovered above his, with a giant grin on her face. Her pajama top was still hanging low as always, but because she was leaning over him, it was a perfect tunnel for viewing the inside. Had it not been dark and Harry had his glasses on, he probably would of had a picture perfect view.

"I win. You lose." She taunted.

"I let you win." Harry lied playfully, but even he could see her stick out her tongue at him.

"If that's the case, then break free."

Twisting his arm, he manage to free one hand. She struggled to recapture it, and while her attention was there, he moved his legs, so that she flopped back first on the bed. He pounced on her again, and the wrestling match began once more. Again both of them laughed from the silly fight as they writhed around. At one point he stood up, raised her in the air, and nearly pinned her hands behind her back but she managed to slip away from that too. She spun around did something Harry didn't expect. She went for his boxers, pulling them down.

Harry forgot what he was doing and made a futile attempt to raise them again, but she tackled him back on the bed. This wrestling match was no contest as his legs were wrapped up from his downed shorts. A wild thought occurred to him and he realized he could play dirty as well. Without thinking, he pulled the bottom of Pansy's top over her head so that she was blinded by her shirt. Now both of them, intermingled together, struggled to fix their clothing malfunctions. Harry couldn't quite reach his boxers, as Pansy was laying on his legs, struggling to free her head from the shirt.

With a grunt, suddenly Pansy's shirt flew in his face. In his struggle to push away the fabric, she was on top of him again, re-pinning him in the domineering position she had him in before. He blinked shocked at her grinning face, now realizing she was only wearing her panties and his shorts were wrapped around his feet like a rope.

"I win again." She breathed heavily.