This piece was written for the Happee Birthdae Harry flash fiction challenge hosted by Mimifreed on the Dumbledore's Armada Discord Server. This fest required that Harry Potter be used as a main character. The prompt I chose was "Felix Felicis".
Another year, another birthday at the pub.
I love my friends, and they do mean well, but sometimes I just want to be on my birthday and not be seen, if you know what I mean.
Growing up in the spotlight will do that to a man.
This year, everyone has dragged me out for a night at... The Leaky. Like we do every year.
But something about tonight feels off—like something is just out of reach. I can't quite put my finger on it.
"Hey, Ron. What do you think is taking Draco and Hermione so long with the drinks?" I look around. "You don't think they're up to something, do you?"
"They've probably slipped off to snog before everyone else gets here. You know how Draco can be when they have a night away from the kids." Rolling his eyes with a shudder, Ron adds, "Can't bloody keep their hands off one another."
Finally spotting them across the pub, I watch Hermione glance over her shoulder, stiffening when we make eye contact before she mutters something to who I believe is her co-conspirator. Just what they are talking about I'm unsure.
"I swear they're up to something." I catch a glimpse of Draco sliding a glittering, golden item into his pocket as they collect our drinks.
Draco and I make eye contact as he selects one particular glass of Firewhisky from Hermione's grasp.
"Happy Birthday, Harry. Tonight is six months in the making, don't let it go to waste," he says with a wink, transferring the offending glass into my palm without another word.
He glances over to Hermione, and something passes between them before he chuckles to himself—fucking chuckles—and watches me swirl the glass.
Taking my first swig, I register a familiar taste.
I've never been more convinced something is afoot.
"Who snatched your snitch, Potter?" Pansy asks me as she saunters to my side. "We're here to celebrate the Chosen One—that's you if you hadn't caught on—at least act like you enjoy the present company."
Shifting my focus in her direction, my mouth goes dry. She doesn't know this, but I only have eyes for her. And right now, in her sheer blouse and tight pencil skirt, I don't think I'll get through the night without making a fool of myself.
Maybe a bit of Felix Felicis wouldn't be so bad.
It's been a long time since the war ended, and we've crossed many bridges since Hermione and Malfoy got together. Aside from making my best friend happier than I've ever seen her, Draco brought her into the fold, and tonight, especially, I've never been happier for it.
Standing together, we watch as Draco and Hermione continue to distribute the group's drinks—much less carefully than they were with mine.
Feeling a bit bold, I nudge her side. "I knew I could count on you to never let me forget, Pansy."
"Good to know, Harry."
I might be imagining it, but her eyes dart to mine, and I swear she flushes as her perfected mask falls back into place—is she affected by my inference?
As the night goes on, I realise I've yet to leave Pansy's side of my own accord, except for her brief conversation with Hermione at the bar while collecting our last round.
Our usual banter has escalated, and the tension between the two of us is palpable. Only Ron looked surprised when Pansy chose to lean against my lap at the bar.
Peering up and over her shoulder, she murmurs so low I almost can't hear her, "Would you want to come back to my place tonight? That is… if you don't have other plans."
I can feel her breath catch and her heart rate pick up as I turn her to face me. Running my hands down her sides, stopping just above her arse, I tug her forward and settle her between my thighs.
"There's no better way I'd want to end my birthday, Pans." I move to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But only if you're sure."
"Let's get out of here." She gives me that devilish grin.
Pansy slips her fingers through mine, tugging me towards the nearest fireplace, and my heart soars at this lucky turn of circumstance.
Stumbling through her Floo, Pansy is in my arms as soon as we right ourselves. Her lips are on mine as we shuffle down the hallway, and I can't believe this is happening.
I am in Pansy Parkinson's flat, and she wants me—Harry-fucking-Potter—to be here with her.
My mind comes to an abrupt halt, and I break the kiss as I realise my night is about to end before it's even begun.
As much as I want to do this here—fuck me, how long I've waited for this—I can't, in good conscience, continue because I'm sure Draco and Hermione slipped me Felix Felicis at the pub.
Six months in the making my fucking arse, Draco.
"Pansy, wait. I want to do this with you, but earlier tonight... I've ingested a bit of potion, and I don't want us to start this way." Nervously I add, "I mean... not to imply that—"
"Shut up and slip your hands back up my blouse. You haven't been potioned, Harry."
"But Draco put —"
"—he did not."
"I saw him and Hermione—"
"—she didn't do anything either."
"So what you're saying is… they tricked me?"
"Yes, Harry James Potter, you've done this on your own. Thank fuck because I don't know how much more obvious I could have been."
"Well then," I manage, recapturing her mouth as I step into her space, "seems like we should get back to it."
Moulding herself against my body, she drags her hand down my chest and brushes against my cock through my thin linen trousers.
Pressing up on her tiptoes she brings her lips to my ear. "If you don't hurry up and fuck me, I just might have to do it myself."
At that, I lift her, pushing her against the door, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I hear her breath hitch as I shift against her centre, and it gives me the courage I need to cross the threshold into her room.
Breaking the kiss, I watch as Pansy inches back towards the bed, unbuttoning her blouse before moving to unzip her skirt.
"Ah, ah, ah. Let me." I brush her hands away so I can slip both her skirt and knickers off, leaving her in just her lacy bra. Guiding her back onto the bed, I drop to my knees and work the stilettos free of her feet before nipping my way back up her calves.
She shimmies towards the headboard, and I rise up, crawling on my hands and knees, stalking her until she connects. As she tips her head back, I bite down on her bottom lip and drop kisses down her jawline, over her throat, and across the curve of her collarbone.
"Don't tease me," Pansy purrs as she flips me over and straddles my hips. Reaching behind her, she moves to unfasten her bra. "We'll have plenty of time to savour the moment later. Don't you remember I told you to hurry up or I'd do it myself?"
Within moments, she's taken control, Vanishing the remainder of clothes between us, and casting a quick contraceptive charm.
Drawing her forward, I suck one nipple into my mouth and shift up to pinch the other, relishing in the way her body responds to my ministrations.
Breaking away, Pansy shifts down my torso, slowly gripping my hardened cock, and begins to pump. When she looks up at me, I realise I don't think I've ever seen Pansy like this—mussed and undone—absolutely fucking sinful.
She leans forward and my cock vanishes between her plump lips.
"So fucking good, Princess, just like that."
Pansy moans at the endearment, and my body tenses. I know I won't—can't—last like this.
Threading my fingers into her inky black tresses, I tug her up to me and flip us both until she's beneath me. My palm skates down her side before my fingers slip between her slick folds. She spreads herself wide.
Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I feel her pulse thrum as I whisper, "You're so wet, Pansy. Are you ready for me?"
"Yes," she whines, grinding down against my palm—showing me just how ready she is.
A strangled sound leaves my body as she sucks my fingers into her hot mouth, tasting herself in the process.
"Impatient are we?" I tease, gripping my cock and guiding the head over her slick heat until she's arching up and breathless below me.
Sliding into Pansy's tight cunt is by far the best birthday present I've ever received.
When I bottom out, I manage a choked, "Don't," as her walls clench around my cock.
"Harry, please," she whimpers.
I begin with a slow rhythm; her nails dig deep crescents into my shoulders that will surely be there in the morning.
Picking up the pace, I growl as she slips her hand to her clit, matching my thrusts and rapidly losing her own control.
Pansy is flushed and keening when her cunt begins to flutter. I know she's close. Adjusting my angle, I fuck her deeper into the mattress, sucking at the pulse point at the base of her neck.
I can't hold on any longer as her eyes roll back, and she comes over my cock with a sobbed moan. Thrusting into her once, twice more, my vision blurs, and I follow her over the edge.
Shifting my weight off of her, I roll us to the side, pulling her close and whisper a quick cleaning spell.
She tucks her lip between her teeth and we lock eyes.
"Fuck, Potter, you've been holding out on me."
"You don't even know, Pans." I push her sweat-slick hair back and drop a kiss to her lips. "This is only the beginning."
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