Pansy kept working on the design for the new Auror uniforms and training gear, and most of the class were very excited about it. They all wanted to look badass. Susan and Parvati had been the most excited, and they had been to the tailors over and over again with Pansy, trying an infinite number of designs and giving them hex tests. Finally, Pansy thought she had a very good one, and the other girls loved it. They all looked amazing at it would definitely protect them from minor and even moderate hexes, like an average stunning spell. That was a major achievement. Since that kind of activity was a lot easier to do with girls, Pansy had not tried the male uniforms yet. She finally brought Harry to the shop and instructed the tailors to take his measurements. She had to be present for it and he was a bit embarrassed because although he was fully dressed, they had to take a detailed measurement of the groin area, to make sure to protect the most sensitive areas of the male Aurors' bodies. A simple sting hex in the wrong place could let one of them out of commission and unprotected long enough to get killed. So Harry had to endure to have Pansy kneeling with the tailor in front of his groin, while she pointed to indicate how she wanted the pouch of the trousers to be build to adjust the dragon scales to it. Harry kept his eyes closed and thought of images of Dolores Umbridge giving him detention or Hagrid going at it with Madam Maxine to keep his dick quiet, but when he made the mistake of opening his eyes and looked down, Pansy was kneeling right in front of his fly and he couldn't help the huge flick that his way too happy cock did. Pansy didn't react, so he hoped she didn't notice.
She noticed alright. She very much noticed. But she had almost nineteen years of pureblood upbringing to help her keep a poker face. As she had been taught, she would take that moment, put it in a little box and store it away in the back of her brain. Although she was already planning that tonight she would find the little box, open it and elaborate on that image. In her imagination, they would be alone, and she would be kneeling in front of him, watching his reaction as she slowly pulled his fly open. But that was a thought for later. Little box, puff, gone.
While they waited for the tailors to put Harry's uniform together, they took a stroll down Diagon Alley, her arm laced on his. They chat, ate ice cream and she talked her into going to Weasley's Wizards Wheezes. It was not her cup of tea but she decided that now she was an Auror, and she should not be afraid of confrontation, should it ensue. They were both wearing their training gear, and she felt strong in it. When the store chimes announced their presence George Weasley greeted loudly from behind the counter.
"Well, well, well, if it is the Chosen One himself! To what do we owe this honor, Mr. Potter?" He said giving and actual hats off salute, except when he put the hat back on, his head disappeared. Pansy yelp a bit and then laughed out loud at the stunt. Harry shook George's hand when his head reappeared. Pansy was standing next to him, smiling.
"And who is this lovely, lovely lady?" said George, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.
"Pansy Parkinson. We have never been properly introduced, but I absolutely remember the day you left school. That was a magnificent act. And I am very sorry about your brother."
"Parkinson. Yeah, I remember now, aren't you Malfoy's girlfriend?" he asked, innocently. Harry felt a surge of jealousy, both because George was being obviously flirty and because he had forgotten to ask about her and Malfoy. He didn't know if they were together.
Pansy laughed the comment off
"Not since fourth year, no. But we are friends." Harry felt the air back in his lungs.
"So you are open for courtship?" George said, with a mischievous smile. For the first time in his life, Harry wanted to punch a Weasley other than Percy.
"Right now I'm focused in my training, but thank you, I appreciate the compliment," she said with a sweet smile.
Harry breathed a bit again but wondered if the flirtation that he thought he had with Pansy was all in his head. If she really was only seeing him as a nice classmate.
Ron had been standing behind a shelf, watching the strange interaction. He knew that Ginny and Hermione were hanging out with the Slytherins, and after a while, he came around about that, but Harry seemed actually interested in Parkinson. He knew about the letter in the summer and had made some spiteful remarks, but didn't know that she was in Auror training with Harry. He had to assume Harry didn't mention it because of his nasty comments. So now he was feeling stupid.
"Hey mate!" Harry smiled and beckon him when he saw him behind the shelf. Ron approached and hugged his best friend, then looked at Pansy. She didn't flinch, just offered a firm hand to shake.
"Hello, Weasley, how are you?"
"Good, thanks, Parkinson," he said, still looking confused. "I didn't know you were in Auror training."
"Oh she is something," said Harry, enthusiastically. "We were making time because Pansy here designed the new Auror uniforms with anti-hex reinforcements and we are waiting for mine to be finished at Madam Malkin's. Look, she had already fixed her training gear to make it hex resistant," he said, taking her hand and twirling her around. She laughed and let him do it. The two Weasley brothers couldn't see much of the detail of the dragon scales because her round arse was way too distracting.
"Anti hex? Really?" said Ron.
"Mild to moderate hexes. Wanna give it a try? Try to stun me?" said Pansy, challenging him.
"I'll do it!" said George, amused. "Stupify!"
Pansy just smirked.
"Wow! We should sell those here!" George said, now very excited.
"Sorry, Weasley, this is a prototype and when I get the patent I think it should stay for official use only. But maybe in the future, there could be some variants on it, maybe for quidditch uniforms."
"Alright mates, that's enough for one day. Miss Parkinson and I need to go pick up my prototype uniform," Harry said and pulled Pansy out of the store before George decided to propose to her.
"Your friends are funny, Harry, she said, giggling and lacing her arm with his."
"Yeah, hilarious," said Harry, who couldn't erase the jealousy in his tone.
They went back into Madam Malkin's and Harry was in the changing room, figuring out how to put on the uniform. It was sort of strong and soft at the same time and he was used to very simple muggle clothes so he was having some trouble. Pansy was getting impatient, she wanted to see the end result.
"Harry, what is taking so long?"
"I'm not good at this, I only understand simple trousers and shirts."
Pansy rolled her eyes. It had been so easy with Parvati and Susan. She was losing her patience, so she walked into the fitting room. Harry panicked and covered his boxers with the uniform pants that he had not been able to figure out. She gasped but schooled her face, like this was nothing weird. She gestured with her hand.
"Give me the trousers, I'll show you how to do it," she said, keeping her eyes on his.
He obeyed. She focused on the clothes and gave him a short explanation on how to properly roll them up his legs.
"Is not a potato sack, this is couture, so don't try to just shake them on, roll them up slowly. You'll get used to it," she said with a smirk, turning around to give him time to put the trousers on
He finally did it and cleared his throat. She turned around. He was the definition of hot. Wearing the fitted trousers, which by the way had the pouch very much full, and shirtless. She took a few seconds to look at his sculpted torso. He had definitely filled up well and was now muscular and toned. She put the image in a little box for later and asked him to turn around. The arse was also fantastic, round and firm. Another little box for later. She decided it was enough drooling material and helped him with the jumper. Again she insisted that he needed to do it slowly and she used her hands to help.
Harry wanted this moment to last forever. Her soft hands were slowly pulling the fabric over his arms, shoulders, then down his back and chest and finally over his abs, all the way to the trousers. He was dizzy with arousal and wanted to push her against the mirror of the dressing room. Little did he know that at that moment, while she pulled and shifted on his jumper, she was imagining that she was holding herself with her hands against the mirror while he entered her from behind.
