AN: Hey Y'all. Just a side note to let you know that the Dramione scene inspired me to write a one-shot fluff called "Lucius' Redemption". Check it out on my page. in the meantime, here's some Hansy!

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Harry and Pansy, December 22nd, 1998

Harry stood up and offered his hand to Pansy

"Madam, may I invite you to my quarters?"

She smiled happily. Harry Potter was the sweetest man in the world. And she was going to prove that Pansy Parkinson was the right girl for him.

When they walked into his room Harry stood behind her, then said

"First things first" and he moved her hair to one side, and then ran his nose up and down her neck, taking in the sweet smell of her skin.

"I've been dreaming about this for months. Actually, the next day after we talked for the first time I sat behind you in class. That was the first time I wondered what your beautiful neck smelled like. I love your ponytails. They give me a delicious view of your neckline."

She felt her skin filled with goosebumps. She had felt his eyes on her during class, but she thought it was wishful thinking. But now he was here, making all those wishes come true. She leaned her head back on his chest and he reached to catch her mouth in a kiss.

"Do it, Harry. Please do everything that you have imagined during class"

He kept his mouth on her while reaching around to rub his fingertips on her breasts, making her nipples harden through the fabric. He had dreamed of reaching like this over her uniform oxfords many times. She moaned in delight. He cupped her breasts and walked her towards his desk until she was pressed against it.

"This is how you make me want you during potions, standing by the desk, without a robe, your cute tight skirts make me want to rub my hard cock on your arse, the way you loosen up your tie makes me want to rip your shirt open and fondle your tits right there in front of the cauldron."

"Do it"

He ripped her blouse and scooped her breasts form the cups of her bra. He fondled her and played with her nipples while alternating between kissing her mouth and licking her neck and ears in a lascivious, almost vulgar way.

"I want you to remember this moment every time you are in class. I want you to feel my hands on your tits and my cock against your ass. This is what you do to me, Pansy Parkinson. You turn me into an animal."

She moaned and reached behind to grasp his erection. He hissed. He was not wearing anything underneath. Harry Potter was a lot wilder than everyone thought. And she liked it. He was a lord in the streets and a scoundrel in the sheets. So fucking hot.

Still reaching back, she unzipped his jeans, then grabbed his cock and stroke it. He groaned

"That's it, little Slytherin girl. Make me want you. Make me lose control" and he pinched her nipples, making her cry in delight.

He bent her over the desk and kneeled, his face in front of the wet crotch of her shorts. He unzipped them and pulled them down. Then rubbed his fingers over the wet lace of her panties. He bit one of his arse cheeks and spanked the other, making her squeal.

He stood back up

"I think you are more than ready for me, Slytherin girl. Do you want me?"

"Yes"

"Say it"

"I want you to fuck me, Harry Potter."

He moved her panties to the side and rammed himself inside of her. He stayed there.

"Show me how much you like it, Pansy Parkinson. Show me how much you crave this cock."

She pushed herself back against him, then started moving her hips back and forth strongly, enjoying every inch of his thick hardness. He kept fondling her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders until she arched her back and shouted

"Fuck Harry I'm coming, harder, harder!"

He obliged, ripping off the panties and pounding her vigorously. She let out an animal sound and pulsed around him violently. That dragged him over the edge.

When they came down she was collapsed over the desk. He gently scooped her bridal style and carried her to the bed. He removed what was left of their clothes and laid next to her, covering both of them with a blanket to their waists and pulling her to his chest. He gave her one more kiss before they drifted to sleep. This Christmas season was going to be the best one yet.

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When the term started in January the school was a buzz. The 8th years were all hooked up, making up some sort of club of the hottest couples the Hogwarts gossip machine ever registered.

"You know that odd girl Lovegood? I mean, she's pretty but come on. Zabini? He's like the Italian Stud"

"Well, they say she is very liberated if you know what I mean. Like experimental. Zabini would totally go for that."

"You know, there is something really hot about Ginny Weasley fucking Nott. Like she's even hotter because she is with him. Have you noticed her Quidditch uniforms are even tighter and she's wearing a lot of leather? I bet they have some kink with it. I think Nott likes to be slapped around. Or maybe he slaps her back. Man, that's hot."

"Ok, I know Potter and Malfoy are supposed to be the super hot guys but oh sweet Circe, Weasley with the long hair and the whole dragon tamer vibe and that babe Greengrass on his lap all the time, they look like the covers of the dirty books my mom hides in her nightstand."

Most of the time hearing the hallway chats was funny. Then one day, Pansy went to the lavatories in between classes. She was about to leave her bathroom stall when she heard voices walking in. The first one sound like an angry Banshee

"Parkinson. Freaking Parkinson. Really, what the fuck? Harry Potter can date anyone he wants and he ends up with that bitch? How the hell did that happen?" a thud of someone letting a schoolbag fall heavily shook Pansy in her stall.

A softer voice answered

"Well she is looking very pretty, you know, since she lost the attitude; now she's always smiling. And she seems very taken with Potter. Like, in love."

"THAT BITCH SOLD HIM! IS NOT FAIR! SHE SHOULD BE PUNISHED, NOT FUCKING REWARDED!

Pansy couldn't listen anymore. She ran out of the bathroom, tears starting to roll. She only saw that the girls were Hufflepuffs. So much for fairness and loyalty. There is no fury in hell like a woman scorned. Even if she is a Hufflepuff.

She didn't go to class after that. She was not around for dinner either, so Harry asked Daphne, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron, all nose rubs and giggles.

"Have you guys seen Pansy? She was not at Transfiguration."

They shook their heads no. Harry sat and ate in silence but he felt very uneasy. When she was not there by the end of dinner he asked Daphne

"Would you come to the dungeons with me? I want to find Pansy but I don't know if she is avoiding me. She may be in your room but I don't want to barge in if she is upset or something."

Daphne nodded and grabbed Ron. When they got to the Slytherin common room Harry and Ron sat and Daphne went to their room. Pansy was face down on the bed, crying.

Daphne sat next to her, running her fingers through her dark locks. Pansy turned to look at her, puffy-eyed and disheveled. Daphne spoke softly

"Harry is in the common room; he thinks you are mad at him for some reason. Can I send him in? he really wants to see you."

Pansy just nodded. Daphne went to call Harry. Ron suggested they go to Gryffindor tower, leave them the room to figure out whatever this was.

Harry walked into the room and Pansy moved to give him room on the bed. He lay next to her, pulling her close but looking at her face. She looked very sad. It broke his heart to see her like this.

"What is it?"

She related the bathroom scene. She saw his eyes go dark. He looked like he was about to scream. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry that happened baby. That is not about you. Is like all these girls want a shot at dating someone 'Famous' –he made air quotes- but the truth is they don't care about me. They don't know me. You are standing on their way of being the talk of the school, the girlfriend of the 'Chosen One'-air quotes again-. But you are the one that really knows me. The one I want."

She gave him a small smile.

"It just hit me really hard because sometimes I do feel like I should be punished for what I did. I know that you forgave me, but I feel like I owe you and I can't make up for it."

He cupped her face and kissed her. She entangled herself on him and felt the relief of his presence. Then she started to feel the need to have him even closer, to feel him inside. She lowered her hand to rub him over his trousers. That made him groan. He grabbed her arse and grind against her, kissing down her neck. She responded with sweet, soft moans. He rolled her and climbed on top of her.

"You know –he said in between kisses- if you think you deserve a punishment I can help you with that. I can torture you a bit, make you even" he said kissing down and unbuttoning her uniform oxford to kiss the top of her breasts.

She gave a little laugh

"Now? are you going to torture me now?" she said breathing heavily.

"Tomorrow –he answered- I need to plan your punishment, make it worth your time."

That night Harry made love to her gently and patiently. He wanted her to feel loved and cared for.

When she woke up in the morning he was gone. She felt a ping of disappointment, then found a piece of parchment on her nightstand

You are a bad girl, Pansy Parkinson.

And you will be punished.

HP

She felt a shiver down her spine. This was intriguing. And exciting.