This is somewhat of a smut fic. I wrote most of it while...enjoying a few beverages. Enjoy!
Harry couldn't remember ever being this happy before. Everything was going as he thought it should. The Wizarding World was still healing a bit from Voldemort, but on the whole, was doing much better. Muggle born and Half Bloods were seeing better opportunities. Creatures with sentience were beginning to have more freedoms. Hermione and Ron had just gotten engaged two months prior-the party at the Burrow was a mess. A happy one, but still a mess when you had nearly upwards of thirty people celebrating.
He had his dream job, being an Auror. He was lucky to be able to sit his N.E. so he could. Ron had been assigned his partner even, though he only stayed on for about a year and half after they finished training. Now he was partnered with Greg Hamish, nice enough bloke but dreadfully boring as he seemed to take particular interest in obscure rules and made a point to enforce them. Hermione was working her way through the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures while doing what she could to put forth repeals of 'horrendously, outdated and outrageous laws' as she put it. He barely understood most of it, but she was happy and he was happy for her. Ginny, his amazing girlfriend, had just gotten a position as a starting chaser for the Harpies and was looking forward to the new season. Well, as of last night, she was his Fiancé.
Looking at his watch, he saw that it was time to get to his meeting. Putting his paperwork away, and with a quick shout to his boss that he was leaving, he quickly made his way from the bullpen. Saying hello to various employees he knew, and responding in kind, Harry found himself in the lift after only a few minutes and pressed the button for level 5. He was excited as the floors changed, Wizards and Witches coming and going, and soon found himself leaving as well. Finding his way to the Department of Births, Deaths, and Marriage, he found that Ginny, still in her practice robes, was waiting outside the door with her back to him. Sneaking up behind and turning her, he kissed her quickly with a smile, ignoring the muck on her robes.
"Well, aren't you a bit handsy today?" Ginny asked him as she felt one of his hands squeeze her bum.
"Course I am. Got the beautiful Mrs. Potter next to me and about to register our Intent to Marry. Makes me happy, which makes me handsy." He punctuated the last of it with another squeeze, causing Ginny to grin and kiss him, ignoring some that were staring at the blatant affection.
"Well, let's get to it then. Once were done, I need to run home and shower before we go to the Burrow for the announcement." She said, turning around, her hand in his, as she opened the door.
There were a few others there, a pair of new moms with their babies, an elderly Wizard who was quietly sobbing, and another young couple who were being a little handsy as well. Going up to the reception, they were handed the paperwork and sat to fill it out. It only took a few moments before Harry turned it in and then began the waiting. Defeater of Voldemort or not, even he had to wait for government red tape. As such, Ginny and himself waited the nearly half hour in relative quiet, watching as one of the new moms and the couple had been called back. Just a few minutes after the couple left, waving their paper in hand, they were called back as well.
Entering the office of Desmond Grint, the two were not all that surprised at the overflowing amount of paperwork. His desk was covered in two decent piles, while the six filing cabinets behind it appeared to be full to bursting, even with the probable expansion charms. To the side, there were a dozen boxes with even more files. The man himself was easily double Harry's and Ginny's age, probably around fifty, and a fair bit overweight, if not a bit overjoyed at serving Harry Potter.
"Right then Mr. Potter. I understand you wish to put forth your Intention for Marriage paperwork, that right?" He asked as he sat down and grabbed what Harry could only assume was their file.
"Yes, we are Mr. Glint." Ginny said with a grin, happy to be taking care of it.
"Wonderful Miss. Weasley. Congratulations to you both. Say, I heard you're starting this year…" He trailed off a bit, looking at her with slight expectation.
"Yup. It's gonna be a wicked season." She said, still proud on her promotion to starter.
"I'll have to tell my nieces-huge Harpies fans. Huge fans of yours as well. Especially after you knocked out Flannigan from Ballycastle last year. Lost a few teeth if I remember right." He was making small talk, which Harry didn't mind as it wasn't about him, as he looked over the paperwork. Only, to furrow his brows. "Hang on." He said, pulling up another file, and worrying Harry slightly. He felt Ginny squeeze his hand and looked over to see her smile. "Where did I…" He trailed off, opening one of the file cabinets behind his desk, while struggling to keep it from shooting out, he flipped through a few files before pulling one out and closing the drawer with some effort. "Here we are." As he sat down and opened it he pulled out a pair of glasses from his robes and read. "Well, Mr. Potter, unfortunately I can't register your Intent to Marry."
"What? Why? We filled out the paperwork and everything. There shouldn't be any issues." Harry said, confused as to what was happening. There really shouldn't be any issues. He had pre-filled most of the paperwork before he asked Ginny last night, had her fill in her information and sent it off first thing. There shouldn't be any issues.
"Ah, well, you see…" He said, glancing at Ginny with a nervous look and stopping for a moment. "Perhaps, Mr. Potter, we should discuss this privately?" He suggested, hoping he would.
"I'm marrying Ginny Mr. Glint, whatever's wrong you can tell us both."
"Oh, right. Of course." He looked at the file once more, before looking at the couple. "Well then, Mr. Potter, I can't register your Intent to Marry since…well…you already are."
"What? Really?" He asked, looking excitedly at Ginny. "Didn't realize we already were. Isn't this great…we'll still have a ceremony and-"
"Ah, apologies, Mr. Potter, but you're…you're not married to Miss. Weasley here."
"What do you mean by that?" Ginny asked, now glaring at the man along with angry glances at Harry having pulled her hand from him.
"W-well, it seems Mr. Potter has been married to…Mrs. Pansy Regina Potter now since 10 August, 1998."
"What?" The two yelled, looking from each other to Mr. Glint who had shied away a bit. "What the bloody hell do you mean? Married to that cow? How?" Ginny continued, her glare having intensified as she stood and leaned over the desk.
"W-well, according to our records, Mr. Potter was named as Heir to Sirius Black. And once you reached your majority, you became Lord Black." He looked at Harry who nodded, already knowing this. "It would appear that, as of 9 February, 1986, a Marriage Contract was entered into for the Future Lord Black with the former Mrs. Parkinson. When she turned seventeen, the contract activated and automatically married you."
"There has to be something you can do?" Harry questioned him, as he didn't want to be married to Parkinson of all people.
"I can't…well, not unless you've, ah, yet to consummate the marriage?" He asked weakly, as one of the most powerful wizards in the country glared at him. "I'll…I'll take that as a no."
"Clearly." Ginny responded, not happy at all with the situation.
"Then, all I need is to have Mrs. Pot…er Miss. Parkinson come in with you and sign some forms. It'll probably take a few hours to go through it and a few days for it to be filed. After that, you'll need to wait for a confirmation and then we can reschedule your own Intent to Marry paperwork."
With that, the couple quickly made their way out of the office and the Department as a whole. Once they had a bit of privacy, which wasn't much considering it was now time for most people to be leaving to go home, but they were able to find a semi-private corner and threw up some privacy charms to talk. Harry, reassured Ginny that he had no idea this had happened. And while she believed him, he may be good with a wand and on a broom, but he was not a good enough liar to lie to her, she was still furious that this had even happened. He told her he would handle it and that they would just put off their announcement until they got their paperwork squared away. That she should go home and he would track down Parkinson and get everything sorted. A sigh of frustration, and a quick kiss, saw the redhead storm off.
It wasn't hard finding Pansy's information. She's had to register as a Potion Mistress just the prior year once she got her Mastery and was therefore allowed to buy and sell rare and monitored ingredients. He made sure she hadn't purchased anything that could cause problems since and was satisfied to see she hadn't-mostly ingredients for minor healing potions. Making his way to the Atrium as fast as he could he took the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron and to the Apparaition point before disappearing in a crack.
Standing in a small field at the edge of the Parkinson Families land, he could see their manor just off in the distance. From what he understood, it was just as large as the Malfoy's but Pansy was the only one living in it now. At one point, it had been occupied by her, her parents and her two older brothers. Unfortunately, in the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, her father and eldest brother had been sentenced to Life in Azkaban for their crimes, her second brother had committed suicide, assumingly so he wouldn't share that fate and her mother had been killed in the Battle itself. Shaking his head from his thoughts, he saw a house elf was waiting for him just on the other side of the now open wrought iron gate.
A few minutes later, Harry was sitting comfortably on the soft black leather sofa of, what he assumed, was one of several parlors in the Manor. There was an exact replica of the sofa across from him and to his right was a large fireplace-currently with no fire burning. Looking up, he could see the dozens of paintings watching him with interest, many with open disgust too. Hearing the sounds of footsteps, he turned as the door opened and the person, he was meeting entered.
Pansy had changed very little since Hogwarts. Her face, in Harry's opinion, was still like that of a pug. Her hair was a fair bit longer, pulled into a braided knot. And she wore a finely pressed powder blue, button-down blouse with a long red skirt. He watched her closely as she sat opposite him on the other sofa and a cup of tea appeared in front of both of them-one for each. He didn't bother reaching for it and instead waited for her to talk.
"Well, what is it you want Potter? I'm quite busy. Drink-it's Darjeeling." She finally said after a few moments of silence and indicated his tea.
"I'm Lord Black." He blurted out after taking a sip. He had never been good at these types of conversations and had not gotten any better since Hogwarts. He watched as she stilled slightly and gently placed her tea down.
"I see. I suppose that explains why Malfoy was able to marry that smug slut Greengrass a few months ago. I hear she's already pregnant too. Couldn't even go six months without wanting to push out a little Goblin." She snarked with a glare to the side.
"Right, well…" He started, trying not to let the comment get to him, even if he didn't care much for Malfoy's life. "Let's get going." He said as he stood up and got ready to leave. "I want to get this marriage over with." He explained as he began making his way to the door. As he opened the door, he realized she hadn't moved but to pick up her tea and take a sip. "Aren't you coming?"
"Not at all." She responded as she sat up straight and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "While not who I was hoping for, this isn't the worst possibility."
"What? I don't want to be married to you. I just proposed to Ginny last night and we plan to get married in the next year. Now, let's go." He stomped over to her pulling out his wand threateningly. Only to see she wasn't even fazed.
"There's no reason to. Besides, I'm not going to commit such a social suicide. Being married to you is one thing. Getting our marriage annulled is another. I'd be a complete outcast among the older families. I'd have to live my life as a spinster and thus ending the Parkinson line." She said as she stood up, straightening her skirt a bit.
"You could always get married to someone else. Someone you love." Harry said, trying to persuade her.
"As if." She snorted as she walked over to him. "I just told you it'd be complete social suicide for me. No one of even remote standing would take an interest in me. The best I could possibly think of is Goldstein, but he turned out to be a poofer, not to mention his families nearly as poor as the Weasleys. That leaves disgusting Half-Bloods, which, you're about the only acceptable one I know of. And that's entirely because you defeated the Dark Lord. And I will never debase myself with even the thought allowing a filthy mudblood touch me. So, yes, the Parkinson line would end with me."
"Don't talk about people like that." Harry growled, not liking the way she spoke of people like Hermione or his mother.
"Oh, and what are you going to do? Assault your wife in your home? That would definitely be a story for the Prophet." She whispered as she leaned up to his ear. "Besides, it's not going to matter much in a few minutes."
"What's that suppossss-" Harry began when suddenly his vision began to blur and his speech slurred. "Wasssh goinnnon?" He requested barely as he stumbled back, coming to the conclusion that she had drugged him somehow. He was so focused on getting her to come with him, he didn't even think about the fact she might do this. That was why he checked her restricted purchases.
"It's simple really, your tea was drugged." She explained with indifference as she watched him fall and try to cast a spell at her, only to fail as he couldn't say the spell properly nor move his wand right. After a few seconds, he was completely out. She looked at him for a moment, quietly admiring his handsome face. She would never admit it when she was a girl, but like many she had a crush on the boy. Though, it had evaporated over the course of their first year as she found he didn't follow any social protocols and snubbed those of standing. Not to mention her infatuation with Malfoy. The last thought caused her to growl at the wasted years of her youth attempting to woo the boy. "Tally." She said, and a small house elf appeared wearing a dingy tea towel. "Take him to my chambers and strip him."
"Yes, Missy Pansy." Tally said with a slight bow before the elf and Potter disappeared.
Walking over to her tea and drinking the last of it, she quietly made her way back to the entrance hall and to the main staircase. Climbing up to the third floor was a bit exhausting, even with all the stairs she climbed at school, she had never been the most physically fit. Not to mention that she never really physically climbed the stairs in her own home anyway. She was only using this as a way to delay the inevitable of what she was doing. She was not happy. She had been completely snubbed by Malfoy when he had a change of heart about blood-status-he was a blood traitor now. And she had been in the dark about just who Lord Black was. She had tried to find out, unfortunately, the new Minister had imposed a Corruption Clause in all Ministry Employee Contracts once he ascended. It meant no one could accept a donation and any form of donation would mean the would-be donator would be fine 10% of their total wealth. It was not worth it just to try to find out who Lord Black was so, she was content to wait until he appeared before her.
As she rounded the third-floor landing, she took a moment to catch her breath. At the same time, she couldn't believe her luck. She never thought Millie working for the Department of Births, Deaths and Marriages would be so beneficial. As she did, and had quite the penchant for listening to conversations that didn't concern her, she had sent off an owl that had arrived only a few minutes before Potter did. Pretending not to already know he was Lord Black was a bit troublesome, but worth it for him to be drugged so easily.
Entering her chambers, she saw it was just as she had left it that morning. The dark walnut floors were covered by a vibrant green Persian rug, with depictions of Wizards and Witches performing various spells. The walls were covered in her own art, something she didn't let out of her room, showing she had some talent with it. The giant bed in the center just a few feet in front of her held the only difference. That being a completely naked Harry Potter. Walking over to the right side of the bed, she folded her arms as she took in his appearance.
He had put on a bit of muscle, though as an Auror that was expected. His chest had a bit of hair on it and reaching out curiously, she found it was quite course. Pulling her hand back she saw that he had several scars. There was one on his right inner forearm-some type of puncture- a bite mark of some kind on his left calf, and several from various curses on his chest. And not to forget, the rather famous one on his forehead, though she only just realized how faded it looked compared to when they were in school. Reaching out to touch his face, she was a little surprised that such a small amount of facial hair would feel so gritty. Moving her eyes lower though, she finally got a good look at his…wand. She pulled a slightly disgusted face as she looked at it. It was like he didn't take care of it at all. His…hair…was all over the place and curled. Making a snap decision, she pulled her wand out and with a flick, his hair was gone. Much better. She would not allow her…husband…to have such poor grooming habits-the Weaslette apparently didn't give a Goblin's left testicle about it but she did. Finally getting to see the wand a bit better, she leaned over it and stared. Is this really what one looked like? It was a supposed to be hard, right? So why was it all soft looking-poking it with her finger confirmed it-instead? Was there some sort of spell she had to cast? Or one that he did? Admittedly, she was not quite sure on the specifics. The specifics of sex were left to the husband. All she really knew about the act is that this thing was to be hard, enter her body, release a sticky fluid and nine months later she would push out a child. As she touched it again in curiosity, she was shocked as it suddenly began growing. Pulling back her hand, she watched as the soft looking appendage nearly tripled in length and easily doubled in girth. Tentatively poking it again, she found it was definitely hard now.
Hearing a tapping on to her left, she saw a common brown owl wanting entrance. Leaving the man in her bed alone, her eyes glancing back at his body briefly, she opened the window and allowed the owl to land. Taking the package quickly, the owl then left. Closing the window and opening the package, she was glad to see her order was processed on such short notice. Inside were two potion vials. One was a sapphire blue and the other a dark amethyst. Nodding to herself, she put the vials down on her bedside table gently, before turning to her large wardrobe in the corner. Quickly pulling her skirt and blouse off left her in her knickers as she flicked her wand and sent the clothes to be put away-she had only been wearing them for a few minutes after all.
Looking at herself in the mirror on the inside door of the wardrobe, she couldn't say she was much to look at. She had always been a little self-conscious of her body-especially with what she saw of Weaslette despite her blood traitor status. Or even the Mudblood Granger. Both had larger breasts, and Weaslette was more athletic while Granger had a better ass. Whereas her breasts barely broke B-cup and her stomach had a bit of flab while her ass was nearly non-existent. The only thing she ever really had going for her, appearance-wise, was the fact she had her delicate hands and long legs. Turning back, she quickly cast the rope conjuring spell, causing thick ropes to secure themselves to the man.
Picking up the amethyst vial, and the accompanying dropper and instructions, she leaned over slightly and, per the instructions, allowed exactly five droplets to fall into his mouth. Re-corking the vial, she grabbed the sapphire one, read the instructions as well, before popping the cork and downing it all. She smacked her lips, an act she would never do in public, at the disgusting taste. But she powered through, she would need to after all, as Fertility and Lust Potions were not cheap nor did they last long. Taking a deep breath, she slipped her fingers into the band of her knickers and slid them down and off before climbing onto the bed.
She looked at Harry, who was still unconscious, and saw that he appeared to be in pain. Frowning slightly and hoping he was going to be fine-she didn't need him dead after all-she looked back to his penis-finding it easier to think about it using the medically correct term-she poked it again and watched as it spasmed while his hips thrust up slightly. And suddenly she was nervous. It was…large, she supposed not having anything to compare it to. It was, after all, the first time she had seen a living one outside of a Healer book she perused in sixth year when she thought of a possible career. Well, the only acceptable one for a Pureblood of her status anyway. Although, once her family had all died, not to mention the fines, she had to actually work and found it much easier to just quietly brew potions for St. Mungo's than deal with the stares. And somehow, she looked down to her own body, that thing was to go into her? Nervously prodding at the vaginal opening, she contemplated the logistics of it.
While the book she had skimmed sixth year had mentioned she would be fine, actually seeing the physical size difference was another. Brushing her fingers around it, she could feel herself beginning to be aroused. She had to stop herself from stopping what she was doing. It had been told to her, that only a Wizard could properly bring her pleasure there. She had long questioned what her mother had told her, but it didn't stop the fact the woman's voice ghosted through her mind, and the conversations they'd had about proper decorum in a marriage.
Don't back talk your husband. You're nothing more than a pretty face-though she still thought she didn't even have that, she was Pug-Faced Pansy after all. Don't talk about your bleeding to your husband. Or complain about it. Let him set the pace for sex. Let him do as he wants. You are only a vessel to provide an Heir. Shaking her head of those thoughts, she focused her mind on the task at hand and nervously shimmied up Potter's body so that she was right above his penis-she could even feel the barest touch on her lips.
Feeling the nerves really start to get to her, she took several deep breaths. She was about to do it. She had finally found Lord Black. Granted, she didn't think it would be Potter of all people. And she was absolutely aghast that it was a Half-Blood. However, Potter was arguably the strongest Wizard within the British shores. He had killed the Dark Lord and through that had a reputation as a powerful Wizard both magically and politically-even if he never really used the latter. She wasn't particularly happy, as she told him earlier, and would much rather a proper Pure-Blood husband, but Potter was a decent substitute. At the very least, she wasn't married to some upstart Mudblood. She probably would have thrown herself from the top of the Manor if she was.
Lowering her hips, and hoping she was doing this right, she felt the tip pierce her as he bucked his hips a bit. Putting a hand on his hips to stop it from happening again, she continued. Her voice chocked out as she felt him inch into her. It was a lot bigger in her than it looked. But she couldn't stop. Not even for the pain. With that also came the realization she was probably doing it wrong, but she had to. She had to put up with it until the sticky fluid entered her body. Sliding down more, and feeling like she had a toad in her throat, she bit down and forced her body to comply. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt he could not longer go any deeper. Looking to where they were connected, the reason became clear; he was all the way in. Sweet Morgana, it hurt. Perhaps her mother was right? Only a Wizard could properly pleasure a Witch. As she had this thought, she heard a muffled groan. Looking up she saw that Potter had begun waking up. This was too soon. She was supposed to have finished first.
"Mmmm, what the bloody hell hit me?" Harry said as he tried to reach up and grab his head, only to find he couldn't. Trying again, he found that neither of his arms would move. Opening his eyes, and seeing not much but blurry figures, he only just made out that he was bound by ropes. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, struggling with the ropes.
"Damnit, Potter, stop squirming." Pansy said with gritted teeth as she tried to balance in her position. He wasn't making it easy and this was the exact reason she wanted to be done before he woke up.
"Parkinson? Is that you? What's going on?" He questioned rapid fire, feeling the familiar sensation of something that shouldn't be happening. Not with Pansy. "Are…are you having sex with me? Get off!" He struggled more, feeling Pansy fall on top of him as he did so.
"Stop moving so much. Potter, please, stop moving." She hated that she was begging, especially to a Half-Blood, but he was causing her so much pain with his struggling. "Potter, stop fucking moving!" She growled out forcefully which, thankfully, caused him to stop. As he finally calmed down, though, she suddenly felt something very warm shooting into her body. It felt somewhat nice, but also different. After a few seconds, it stopped, and though disappointed at the loss of the sensation, she grinned triumphantly as she watched both her and the man below her glowed a feint red for but a brief moment. "Good on you, Potter, we just consummated our marriage. I must say, it's quite nice to finally be Lady Black-officially of course. Oh, my apologies. Thank you, My Husband, I shall endeavor to grant you a son." She smirked, seeing the now horrified look on his face. This would show that Weaslette. The red haired bint may have Potter's heart, but she had his body. She would have Potter's spawn. Half-Blood or not, their children would be proper Pure-Bloods and with Potters magical strength, they would be strong. She took pleasure in watching as all the color drained from his face. Yes, she would get what she wanted out of this. Potter was all hers!