Infatuation

By: babykelyse

A/N: I have a few spare moments so I decided to go ahead and update. Enjoy!

Author Responses: Sticky fingers- she won't be so mean to Harry in the future :) anonymous- thank you :D hopefully this update is soon enough for you . Cycla-thank you :) john- thanks and I totally agree on what you said. there are way too few Harry/Pansy fics. hopefully more will be coming soon :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot

Two

Pansy was not having a good day. Already she had a three parchment essay on transfiguring owls to quills by that old hag McGonagall, she'd been late to Snape's, resulting in detention that night, and worse she'd ran into Harry...again. What's worse, she'd been reduced to a blubbering fool! All because he'd touched her hand and helped her up. She wouldn't be surprised if he were laughing about it this very second with his fellow bloody Gryffindors. Pansy scowled at any unfortunate student that passed her way. Her face was twisted into a dangerous sneer and she was stalking down the halls to the Slytherin common room. When she reached the familiar portrait, she all but growled the password and swept up to her room in a flurry of robes.

Angrily, Pansy dropped to her bed and contained herself from screaming aloud. She took several calming breaths before sitting up and conjuring herself a glass of water. Greedily she drank from it and set the glass aside before walking over to the window in her room. Thankfully she, like Draco, had a room to herself courtesy of her family. Pansy stared over the vast lands covering the grounds of Hogwarts and sighed to herself. She didn't like the feelings she had around Potter. He made her feel...weird. A feeling she'd never had before with any boy.

She'd had her share of boys, but none had ever made her stomach flutter in the way that Potter did with just a glance. Every time she saw him, she found herself becoming lost in his emerald green orbs. Pansy shook herself out of her musings and glanced at the watch on her wrist. Pansy cursed when she saw the time. She had roughly 4 minutes to get to Snape's classroom. This was going to be fun.

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Lucky finally must have caught up with Pansy because she got to Snape's classroom just as the clock struck 11. Pansy pushed her hair back from her eyes and opened the door to his classroom. Blue eyes clashed with green, and Pansy barely kept herself from groaning aloud.

Potter.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

His green eyes wandered lazily over her, and she gritted her teeth in anger. She waited impatiently as he slowly surveyed her body with his magnetic gaze before finally moving back up to her face. She sneered at him.

"Like what you see?"

Slowly, a grin formed on Harry's lips and Pansy all but buckled from the sheer sexiness of it. Like an agile cat, Harry rose from his seat and slowly walked over to her, his eyes managing to keep her in place. As he neared closer, Pansy unconsciously backed away until her back hit the cold wall. She flinched as one of Harry's hands came up and softly brushed a lock of her hair away from her eyes before slowly caressing her cheek.

Pansy's breath came in shallow gasps and her body responded to Harry's nearness. His eyes still held hers as he slowly closed the small gap in between their bodies. Pansy nearly cried out as his other hand came down to her hips and pulled her to him. Nervously, Pansy wetted her lips and moaned, as Harry's own tongue finished the job for her. Involuntarily, she arched her body into his and he claimed her lips.

A sudden noise at the door had them both springing apart, their breath heavy. The air was thick with the tension between them as Snape stormed into the room. Now a good three feet apart, Pansy moved away from the wall and put more distance between her and Harry. Inky black eyes swept over each of them suspiciously and Pansy felt a slow blush come over her.

Snape finally ceased his stare and explained to them what they would be doing for the night.

"You both will be cleaning out the cauldrons and alphabetically rearranging my potions. All without a wand. Now hand them over."

Pansy mentally groaned as she handed over her wand to Snape and watched as Harry did the same. It was going to be a long night.

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Two hours later, Pansy finished scrubbing the last of the grime from the cauldron and threw her towel down with a sound of triumph. Wearily, she brushed strands of her long hair out of her eyes and began gathering up the cleaning supplies. She looked over to see Harry finishing up the last of his rearranging the potions. She could still feel his breath on her face, his lips on hers. Mentally, she kicked herself. It shouldn't have happened. She'd lost her composure, and she wouldn't do it again.

Pansy began surveying Harry as he was gathering up his things. He had removed his robes earlier, and underneath he was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off his nice arms and chest and loose baggy blue jeans. Pansy had also removed her robes earlier to keep the grime from getting on them, and had a light pink tank top on with tight black pants. Pansy walked to Snape's office and began to put the supplies back up. Her mind wandered to earlier as she and Harry had been working.

As she'd been working, she could almost feel the intensity of Harry's gaze upon her, but chose to ignore it. More than she wanted, Pansy had felt her eyes wandering back to Harry as she watched him reach up to bring down, or put up potions. Her breathing had come in short gasps as she'd watched his shirt ride up at one point, showing off a very muscular stomach. She'd gone back to scrubbing the cauldron furiously, trying to erase the picture from her mind.

After she'd finally replaced all the cleaning supplies back to where's she'd gotten them from, Pansy went back into the classroom and quickly went to gather her things. Snape had told them to leave once they had finished and their wands would be returned to them by house elves. So caught up in gathering her things, Pansy didn't notice that Harry was now at her back. As she turned, she bumped into him causing all her things to fall.

"Damn it, Potter. Look what you've made me do!"

Pansy reached down to grab her things, and gasped as she felt his hands encircle her upper arm. Her head snapped back up in anger, intent on railing into him, and suddenly she felt his lips upon hers. She gasped, and Harry took this opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues played an erotic game of hide and seek and Pansy pushed her body into his. Her hands found their way up to his messy black hair and she buried her fingers in it pushing herself closer to him.

Strong arms encircled her waist and he picked her up and carried her over to one of the desks. He sat her down and her legs automatically encircled his hips as she raked her nails down his powerful back. His lips left a fiery trail down her face and neck as he placed soft kisses on her check and neck before returning back to her mouth. One of Harry's hands left Pansy's waist and reached up to cup one firm breast in his hand. Pansy moaned as his fingers began toying wit her nipple and she pushed herself closer to him.

It was when Harry's hands touched her bare stomach, that Pansy finally realized where she was, and who she was with. She tore her mouth from his and pushed him back. His eyes searched hers before finally moving back on his own and straightening his own clothes. Pansy pushed aside the feeling of loss as she too began straightening her clothes.

"This never happened, Potter. No one would believe you if you told them anyway."

Pansy flinched from the anger that filled his eyes before stiffening her spine. No Slytherin ever backed down from a Gryffindor. No matter of what just transpired between them. She watched as he clenched and unclenched his hands before finally grabbing up his stuff and walking towards the door.

"You're just buggered off because you wanted it too, Parkinson."

Pansy gasped as Harry said that final statement before slamming out of the room. She stood staring at the door until finally, she sighed, gathered her things and walked out. He was right. She did want it. And what's worse, she still did.

A/N: Okay! I'm done with the second chapter :) More encounters like the ones in this chapter to come, but with it will come deeper emotions :) So fear not, for the romance is to come very soon. You know the drill: read, review, and enjoy. Ciao :)