Chapter 10: Stranger Danger

"Sorry about yesterday."

"Oh. Hmm. It's not entirely your fault. Drake has a warped sense of humour."

"He did it on purpose?"

"I thought you two were close now. Don't you know him at all?"

Harry scratched his head. "Yeah, it does sound like something he would do."

Pansy handed him a glass of wine. "To Draco Malfoy."

"I'm gonna kill him."

"Not if I do first."

They laughed.

"Why aren't you with your friends?"

"Hmm. Which ones? Because I have so many-" Harry held up a finger, "The red head who can't stand me, because I dumped his whoring sister?" He held up a second. "-Or the bookworm who can't leave her room, because they can't stop fucking?"

Pansy laughed. "You heard them too, huh?"

"I think Dumbledore heard them."

She threw her head back, laughing hard. "I had to imagine that they were putting up wallpaper. Faster Draco... before the glue dries."

"Slow down Hermione, I can't reach that high."

They laughed until neither of them could stand. Leaning against the bar, Harry looked at her. It felt like, it was the first time he actually saw her.

Pansy Parkinson. She was the biggest bitch he had ever met. Just her voice alone, could make him wish for death. He had loathed her. Never in a million years would he have believed, she would turn out to be the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

He smiled. "You've changed."

She looked at him. "We've all changed. Some better. Some worse."

"Am I better or worse?"

Pansy tilted her head. "I'm not sure. I didn't really know you before."

"Hmm. Could be a good thing."

She nudged him. "What do you think? Are you better or worse?"

"I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out."

She smiled. "Aren't we all?"

...

The day had gone by relatively fast. They were pretty much left to their own devices. Harry had spent the morning chatting with Pansy and the afternoon catching up on sleep.

The sun was setting when he stirred. He had been trapped in the most erotic dream and wasn't ready to leave it yet...

His hands ran through her long dark tresses. She was on her knees; pushing her firm breasts together. His dick slid effortlessly between the mounds and into her mouth.

He pushed deep and pulled back, loving the "POP" sound released from her hungry mouth. Harry watched her trap his cock tight; moving up and down around him. He pinched her dark nipples; pulling them hard.

She moaned, juices squirting down her thighs. He could hear it drip to the floor. She was ready. She wanted him. He pulled her up and backed her into the walls. Their lips met; he could taste himself.

Her legs wrapped around him as he lifted her to meet him.

Harry opened his eyes. "Fuck!" He was covered in his own cum. "Shit." He grabbed his wand, "Evanesco."

He slept longer than he had planned to. There was a party in full swing on the deck. The music blared in his ears.

Shit! Here we go.

He threw on a t-shirt and headed out.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Draco shouted from the dance floor.

Hermione slapped his chest. "It's hardly morning. Leave him alone."

Harry flicked him the finger and walked to the bar.

Draco laughed. He was obviously intoxicated. Hermione was all that stood between him and the floor.

"Whiskey." Harry mumbled to the bartender.

"Two, please." Pansy smiled at him. "You're awake. I almost sent the Coast Guard after you. Thought you might've jumped ship."

He smiled. "I would have, but I can't swim."

"The great Harry Potter can't swim. I would've never guessed. That would've been useful information during the war."

Harry nodded. "Yep. Voldemort could've dragged me out to The Black Lake and I would have been a goner."

"Yeah, but he had to be all dramatic and shit. I need the elder wand and the resurrection stone and that cloak that makes you go poof." She laughed.

Harry chuckled. "The invisibility cloak. I had it."

Pansy looked at him. "You had it?"

He nodded. "It was my dad's. I inherited it when I was 12."

"Well fuck shit."

He laughed again. "I had the stone too. I just didn't know I did."

"Let me guess, you had the wand too?

"No...but I was it's master. That's why it didn't work for him."

"You..were the Master of Death."

"Yeah."

"Holy crap."

"Yep."

"That's deep."

Harry laughed. "I guess."

"So Master of Death, how did it feel?"

He flinched. "Don't call me that."

"What?"

"Master of Death."

But he was. Everyone around him died, didn't they?

"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Doesn't matter. It's true."

"No it's not. You saved so many people."

"Did I?" He walked away.

"You saved me." She whispered.

...

Harry walked around the ship. It was late; the party ended hours ago. He didn't feel like listening to an all nighter, again.

She sat with her back to him; feet dangling off the side of the ship. The wind blew her hair back; long locks looked like arms reaching out for him. The moon shined bright against her porcelain skin; making her white dress almost see through. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

His voice came out hoarse, " I'm sorry...for earlier. It's still a sore subject for me."

"It is for all of us." Her voice carried like the softest breeze. "Do you think you are the only one who had losses?"

"I didn't say that."

"No. You just act like it." She continued staring into the ocean. "You think because you are The Chosen One, that your pain is deeper than anyone else's...that your loss is greater than everyone's.

"No. I just-"

Her tone became harsh. "You came from nothing and no one. You were poor and never knew your parents. It should've been easy to return to that. To nothingness."

Her words cut him like knives. Anger boiled inside him.

She sniffled, "So many people lost, so much more than you...and they weren't compensated. They didn't receive Merlin first class awards or money. They didn't have worship or praise."

He clenched his fists tight. How dare she?

"They just simply... grieved and moved on. Not because they wanted to...because they had to."

She didn't change. She was the same self indulgent bitch.

Harry sneered. "I'm sorry Parkinson. I'm sorry that your parents were Death Eaters and they chose to fight for the wrong side. I'm sorry that they died because they were stupid bastards. Maybe you should jump and join them."