This night was different though. Because instead of waking up from a nightmare she just wasn't able to go to sleep. So she thought 'fuck it' and started to walk towards the kitchen anyways. He wasn't there so she sat on the counter and got a bottle of Whiskey. She had just started to get buzzed when Potter walks in. He rubs his eyes and sits down next to her.
"Nightmares?" she asked.
"Not this time." He said and wow his voice is deep.
'What else could it be? Problems with the She-Weasel?" She simpered.
"Jealous?" He practically growls at her and takes the whiskey and he's practically chugging it and its dribbling down his chin and wow she's drunk.
"Like I have anything to be jealous of." She scoffs.
" Oh right, cause you're too busy envying Draco and Hermione?" He snaps.
That's it. That right there is why she fucking hates this guy. She gets up to leave because she's really not in the mood to argue about this and it's not like he'd ever understand. And he gets up too.
" Does it hurt to know you're not wanted?" He spits at her.
" Oh my god what the fuck is your problem? God Potter it must be so hard to be the hero, it's so difficult for everyone to love and worship the fucking ground you walk on, huh?" She yells.
"God you are such a bitch." He growls and before she realises what's happening he's towering over her like damn when did you get so tall and her back hits the table. And he's kissing her. And she's kissing him back. And this is nothing like how it was with Draco or even Theo this was intense. It was angry and passionate and competitive and he's biting her lip and grabbing her ass and she's pulling his hair. His tongue is swiping over hers and it's so fucking hot. And as corny and overused as it sounds it felt like fucking fireworks. And Pansy is no virgin but fuck she feels like one cause she's pretty sure she's already soaked through her underwear. And she still hates him but when he's sucking and biting on her neck and she can't stop gasping and she can feel the outline of his hardening cock through his sweatpants she starts to forget why.
"Fuck I hate you." She gasps as she swivels her hips up to meet his cause she wants him now.
"Shut up." He rasps in her ear.
And he's turning her around and pulling down her pajama shorts and rubbing her through her underwear and fuck he's being so rough and when did Harry Potter get so hot?
"Just fuck me already." She groans. She can feel him smirk on the back of her neck and her underwear is being pushed aside and he pulls down his sweatpants and starts teasing her with the head of his cock.
"You sure you're ready for this little girl?" He asks her smugly and oh my god yes.
She nods her head and he's tightening his grip around her hips and he pushes and stretches her open with his cock and she's whimpering and grabbing at the table in front of her. He's breathing heavily and spearing his dick inside her harder and faster and he's hitting her in just the right spot and her clit is rubbing against the edge of the table. Fuck, he's gripping her hips so tight she knows it's gonna leave bruises and his cock is rubbing against her walls and he fits so perfectly inside her.
"Fuck Parkinson." He grounds out and his voice is raspy and out of breath and if he keeps it up she's not gonna last much longer. Before she knows it her cunt is rhythmically tightening around his cock and her vision blacks out for a second and this is the best orgasm she's ever had like ever. And he makes this sound that's somewhat a moan and a gasp and a sob and he's cumming deep inside her and it feels so warm and right. When he pulls out they're both still trying to catch their breath. There's this minute long silence as they try to figure out what the fuck just happened, then they both pull their pants back up and head back to their respective rooms.
It's about three days later and she still won't go back to the kitchen and still has bruises on her hips and still hates Potter. She hates him even more after what happened. Because instead of waking up from her regularly scheduled nightmares now all she dreams about is the way his mouth fit over hers and the warmth of his cock and the way he moans and she's so fucked. I mean she's never ever had this problem before. I mean her first time was with Draco and it was awkward and wrong and let's all hope for Hermione's sake that he's gotten better over the years. Then there was Theo and he was okay I mean she did cum but god nothing will ever compare to fucking Potter of all people. She also can't get over how she had an angry drunken quickie with The Boy Who Lived, like it's ridiculous. She doesn't go back down to the kitchens.
Sorry this was so short and thankyou so much for all your support!