*Warning Contains Mature Content Alert, Sorry it was how I could fit Pamela being President like you guys wanted.*

~Harvey Dent POV~

The madness began with our teacher slowly backing away toward the door. Everyone in our biology class was preparing for Pamela to lose her temper when the results were not in her favor.

President Strange was announcing the winner of the election at this very moment. "and the next President of Gotham High is...Miss Pamela Isley!"

A soft, campaign like smile fell across Pamela's lips. "Really?" Her voice spoke softly, as if in total shocked. "I'm honored." I knew that voice to well, it was the false tone Pamela favored using. Something was not right. Harleen, who sat beside Pamela had wide and confused look on her face. I do not think anyone was expecting the results to turn out as they did. Murmurs and whispers fluttered the air behind me as Pamela stood up from her set to take a small bow. Harley remained happy for her friend, despite the shock as she hugged Pam.

As for myself I stayed silent, losing with what most would see as dignity. If I were to act rash now, people would question when I found the proof there was tampering with the results. "Nice job Pam." I smile, shaking her hand.

"Thanks Harvey."

The rest of class I spent trying to figure out how she pulled it off, who Pamela bribed. I know there was no way she could have really won. I mean not even Selena or Harley had voted for her. My penciled tapped against my desk in thought until the bell rung to switch classes. I followed her out into the hallway, lingering behind until Harley had parted. Once she was gone I pulled Pamela inside an empty classroom.

"How did you do it." I state firmly with a glare. Pamela was not going to get away with her tricks, not with me.

"Harvey, what can I say, the people adore me." Her voice still had that tone of hers, I hated it. She sounded so sweet and far from the deceptive bitch I knew was deep inside.

The anger went straight to my head, as I pinned her to the chalkboard wall in persistence. "Tell me!"

My eyes locked with hers, not letting her look away or use her gaze of temptation on me. "Oh Harvey." She laughed, which turned cold and cruel fast. We were alone, so Pamela did not have to keep up any act. Her seductive smile turned dark and her voice became threatening, "You can't prove anything."

"Want to bet?"

"Sure." She tempted, trying to push on my rage. Pamela appeared calm and in control, not something I liked. Her hands escaped my grasp to play with the tips of her hair, "You won't do anything though, not to hurt me. You still love me, everyone does."

"You're a delusional bitch!"

"Am I?" The look in her eyes had a taunting meaning to it, allowing me to understand exactly what she meant by those two words.

My harsh look faded as I backed away, she was not worth my time. "It's over Isley, admit you lost."

Her hand tapped the side of her chin as if pondering in thought. It was meant to be a mocking gesture, I assure. "At which game of ours?" Silence fell between us as her hand softly cupped the side of my face. "Harvey baby, you won't look into this."

"Oh yeah?" The harshness easily came back in my voice, not wanting to fall prey to her silly games. She was a vixen, a liar, I would not let her corrupt me so easily. "And why is that?" I challenge her statement directly.

"It would be bad for the both of us." Pamela stepped past me, her emerald eyes locked with mine, which gave off a threatening gaze. "We wouldn't want Rachel to find out what you've been up to the past week, would we?"

"That was a mistake!"

Pam failed to look back at me as she went to exit the classroom, "If you say so Harv." Pamela stayed in the frame of the doorway, not yet opening the door. "but mistakes only happen once..." Her voice trailed off in thought before she gazed up at me. A devilish twinkle appeared in those eyes of hers whenever she smirked. "But mistake or not, it is big deal what we call it, the only thing that matters is what Rachel believes." My eyes widen slightly, knowing, hating the fact she was right. A look of defeat must have left me because her grin widened, "Have a nice day Harvey." Pamela Isley blew a kiss, before leaving.

~Flashback~

Harvey was in his room when he received the message from Pamela. He admired her confidence, her beauty in the message but he loved Rachel more. Too much to ruin what was most likely a drunk dial. His beloved girlfriend went on a mathlete trip for the weekend, leaving him alone. He fell into a state of boredom with nothing really to do come midnight. Harvey saw his phone light up again, deciding to take another look at her message. Pamela could not really mean it, right?
Right beside his phone rested his lucky coin, which gave him an idea. "Heads I reply, Tails I ignore her." Harvey whispered to himself, flipping the coin in the air.

Hey ~Dent

Pam ~ Hey

Would you want to come over? ~Dent

Pam ~What time?

Anytime this weekend. We should talk. ~ Dent

Pam ~ Unlock your window, I'll sneak over around 1.

Harvey was conflicted, looking between his clock and his phone. Half of him had a bad feeling about inviting Pamela over this late. He was debating on canceling before he got himself into some trouble. She knew how to work him, how to play him. A part of him still felt intrigued to the what may happen. There was only one logical way to decide. Tails. Harvey slipped the coin back into his pocket. He liked the technique because the coin allowed for fate to take hold in the most unbias fashion. The coin could not be wrong, Harvey reassured himself as he heard a tapping against his window. His clock read 1 am exactly. Pamela snuck in through the window wearing a black robe.

It was short, showcasing her body very well to Dent's liking. He admired her figure before discovering it may be a trap, ""Why did you wear that?" He stopped himself from saying anything more on her attire.

"Didn't you say to come over?" Pamela acted innocently, playing with her hair.

"Pamela I'm very happy with Rachel."

"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel." She rolled her eyes, "then why did you invite me over!"

"I thought you might have been drugged or something. Sending me that picture, and you said I should be President."

"Ugh." Pamela plopped down on the end of my bed. "Harley had my phone. That foolish girl and her jokes."

"Sureee she did."

"You really think I would sign my name Pammy?"

Harvey knew she was right. Pamela would never sign a text, and when she did it would most certainly not be Pammy. She hated that nickname. "You and Harleen could have gotten me in a lot of trouble."

"Please, It wasn't even a nude."

"It was pretty damn close."

"Over sensitive as always Harv."

"You say that but if Rachel would have seen it-"

"You have Rachel over your house this late at night?"

"No-" Harvey looked uncomfortable as Pamela brought that up. He stayed focused on his point. "-but she could have been, she's my girlfriend and all."

Pamela laughed in his face, "Glorified friend from what I've heard."

"At least she's not some slut." He fired back.

"Take that back!" Pamela huffed.

"What? Oh sorry Pam, I forgot you preferred the term whore. You really don't expect me to believe you just flirting with everyone, nothing more." Her face looked guilty, confirming Harvey was right. He was pissed she would go around, saying all these things about Rachel when she had no place to speak up. He raised his voice. "Everyone knows you are the one controlling Mr. Woodrue these days, what did you do for that old man?"

Pamela looked up at him, a little hurt he would ask such a thing. She sighed in frustration, "It's not what you think Harvey." It drove him nuts how how Pamela made herself seem like the victim every time. He absolutely hated it. Harvey took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Of course it's not." He rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Pamela could not take any more of his insults, she pushed him back against the wall. "You know what I think?"

"No, and I honestly don't care." Harvey pointed to the window, expecting her to leave.

"I think you're mad at yourself."

"Why would I be?"

Her voice was quiet, accusing like. "I think you're mad at yourself because you liked that picture of me. It turned you on."

Harvey appeared to be conflicted a second before he pushed her away. "Leave me alone Pam, your seduction tactics may have worked on me in the past but they are useless now." That little second was all Pamela needed to prevent herself from leaving. What the split second of confliction meant in her eyes was that Harvey still had a weakness for her.

Pamela smiled, catching her balance. Her hands rested on her hips, "I wasn't using any this time." Harvey went silent. "Come on and admit it. We're alone, just say you don't love Rachel."

"Pam leave." Harvey said, about to do just that himself. He did not care if this was his bedroom, he would sleep in the living room if she wouldn't go.

Pamela looked insulted to be shot down, maybe even a little hurt. She screamed at him, her last straw snapping. "You need to pick a side Harvey! You can't keep pretending to be something you're not!"

"And what's that?" Harvey replied, looking back at her with a glare.

"HONEST!"

He sighed, moving closer to Pamela once more. She felt like bad news was coming so she flipped her red curls off her shoulders. "Pamela, How many times must I tell you I'm in love with Rachel."

Her voice went quiet, the emerald eyes of hers softened into a look of concern. Pamela had one last question she felt he needed to answer, "Is all of you in love with her?"

Harvey paused in a second, at a loss for words. He was not ready for her to play that card. "W-hat's that supposed to mean." Harvey pretended not to know where she was coming from.

"You know exactly what that means." She softly touched his shoulder, looking up at him. "Is every part of you in love with Rachel? Tell me that is true and I will leave." Silence came between them, as Harvey looked away from her. Pamela tilted his head back towards her before she leaned in to kiss him. Harvey met Pamela halfway, kissing her back as he pinned her against the wall. What happened next was unexplainable, somewhere deep inside the two that strong emotion of hatred for one another transformed into something else entirely as they embraced one another. They both had something they wished to prove to the other. Pamela wanted to show Harvey he was not as much in love with Rachel as he thought, while Harvey was determined to prove to Pamela that her anger was about her missing him. In both attempts to prove their own point they started to become more passionately with one another in the kiss.

Neither one of them were the soft or tender romantic to say the least. Harvey roughly lead a trail of kisses up Pamela's neck. His teeth digged into her skin in the way that sent her heart racing. Pamela tilted her head backwards with her eyes closed, taking in the sensation. Pamela reach to remove his white tee shirt from his body, her body swaying in motion with his as he kissed her. Her eyes fell to his toned abs, which Pamela strongly believed no one in Gotham had better. Pamela moved her lips up to his, embracing him with another kiss. The second kiss sent Harvey wild as their tongues clashed with one another. His body started to grind up against hers. With his shirt on the floor Harvey stripped Pamela of her silk robe, moving it off of her shoulders and onto the ground. He smirked in the kiss, able to see the bra of hers he so desperately loved. The sheer red lace always made Pamela so enticing. Plus Harvey liked how easily it was to remove. His lower hand traced her hips, removing what little underwear she had on with ease.

A smile came over Pamela's face as his lips moved down to her chest. His teeth sunk into her breast as he began to suck on it. A soft gasp of pleasure escaped Pamela as she experienced the sensations. That was it, Pamela could not control herself much longer as she had to finish undressing him. Normally, she would tease Harvey to and try to take his boxers off extremely slow but she could not wait. She had not been with Harvey like this in months and Pamela desperately needed him. Her hands shot down to his boxers, herself getting antsy.

The boxers were the last thing standing in their way, and before the material even hit the ground the two were all over each other. Everything was more intense as Harvey moved her hips upwards, thrusting inside of her. "Oh Harve" Pamela moaned in pleasure as he took her hard, her hand slipping through his hair. He would never know how much Pamela loved when he did that. Most boys she knew were gentle saps but not Harvey. Her back arched against the wall as her legs parted more and more so he could have all of her. Harvey gave a soft grunt as his hips bucked against hers. He really missed this about Pamela, not that he would tell a rhythm between the two were uncanny, like they never parted. What Pamela loved most was the danger in their relationship, the risk of being caught at any time. The thing she found most attractive about Harvey was what he tried to hide, the bad side of him that liked risk.

Pamela's lips parted to beg him not to stop when she came to the realization he made her submissive. Only Harvey could make her feel that way, but she had too much pride for her to stay in submission. Harvey caught the mischievous glimmer, which appeared in Pamela's emerald eyes. He was not afraid of that look, as a sly smile came across his face. Harvey was aware that he had gotten to Pam, and he really enjoyed that. Pamela pushed Harvey back against his own headboard. She would show him how to dominate and the consequences of making her her submissive to his teasings. Shamelessly, Pamela wrapped her legs around Harvey in a straddle. Her body moved wildly against him, rocking fast against his body. Harvey hands grabbed her ass, thrusting harder in attempts to make Pamela give first. She kissed his lips roughly, loving every second of it. They both did, although neither of them would ever admit to it to the other. Harvey's bedroom filled with more screams, moans, and grunting as the night went on. The sex was not about the passion they shared but once started neither wanted to be the first to stop. Harvey and Pamela both wanted to win.

The next morning, Pamela slipped out of bed in a rush. She slide her phone back into her robe before Harvey could see it. She had two unread texts from Selena asking where the hell Pamela's been. The other message found on her phone was not from someone Pamela usually texted or associated with, Edward. His reply only contained the two words, 'It's done'.