Author: J.A.K.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This could be the one-shot that I envisioned it to be, or another fabulous tale of mine. One where Harry and Pansy journey to realize the most meaningful relationship either of them has ever had. I haven't written more, but I very well could because I've become a fan of theirs recently. I love unconventional couples and right now, they're at the top of my list. So the choice really is yours. If enough of you want it, I'll continue. If not, then that's fine with me too. As always, please read, review, and most importantly…enjoy!
One-Shot or Chapter One
There had always been an underlying tension between them. Whether it was the result of the obvious hatred that both felt towards the other or it was born of a more subtle attraction, neither had ever dared explore.
Until recently.
How the famed boy had ever managed to achieve an 'Outstanding' in potions, Snape would never know. The chance, however, had presented itself for him to deliver a long overdue reprisal and he took it, pushing his idea forward under the guise of an assignment. What had begun as a spiteful plan on Snape's part had turned into something almost forbidden but infinitely more exciting for the two students involved.
For a little more than a year the potions professor had been a non issue for Harry. He had washed his hands clean of everything the man touched and affected from the moment he learned of Sirius' death.
After the melee had occurred at the ministry, few people were left untouched from Harry's wrath. His anger had been especially prevalent towards anyone who played a role in his godfather's demise; from Dumbledore—for not trusting him to be able to handle his own fate, to Snape—who had purposefully made learning Occulmeny difficult. Harry had little words left for the headmaster. He had no words left for the professor.
Snape had not known what to think of Harry's silent treatment in the beginning of his sixth year. The potion masters threats had ranged from reduced points to expulsion from his class. Unfortunately for Snape, Harry held little regard for the points. Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup at the end of the year and that was all that mattered to him.
Harry's concern was also lacking towards those of his housemates who were furious with him for Gryffindor's ever declining ranking. Those people, he decided, could go fuck themselves. As for the former, Harry wished everyday that Snape would kick him out of his class. Then he could tell the hook nosed man what he really thought about him.
His mind traveled back to the present day where he was abruptly pulled from his musings by a pair of hands. They had snatched his glasses right off of his face. Harry blinked once in delayed surprise and then, as if snapped out of his temporary paralysis, placed his fallen book on the table and jumped out of his seat to catch his would-be assailant.
It was a Saturday night and a Hogsmeade weekend to boot and Pansy was alone. Sure, her state of solitude had come about out of her own doings—as it had been her decision to stay away from the masses of Hogwarts students—but still, there was something inexcusably wrong about the situation she was currently in.
She hadn't wanted to admit to herself that her absence from Hogsmeade was due to a certain green eyed Gryffindor, so instead she went to the library. There, she hoped that she could complete one of her numerous essays but prayed that she would also run into Harry Potter.
As luck would have it, he was there. His head was propped against the tall back of a wooden chair and his legs, which were crossed at the ankle, were both resting comfortably on top of the cherry oak table. He seemed to be deep in thought and none the wiser to her presence.
Pansy glanced about unsure of what she should do. There were a handful of students in the entire room and none of them were anywhere near this section. She looked at the books surrounding her and noticed that most were about reptiles. Pansy walked closer to him and saw that the book that was propped in his lap was about snakes. A small smirk covered her mouth as she realized that he was taking her advice.
Pansy took another small step in his direction. There were several ways in which she could have approached him. The one that stuck in her mind, however, led her to do what she did next.
Consternation quickly turned into anticipation as Harry realized who had taken his specs. Secretly he had hoped that she would stay at Hogwarts this weekend, but it gave him immense satisfaction to know that she had actually sought him out. The shell, it would appear, was beginning to crack at last.
Hands folded, he raked Pansy's entire length, from head to foot, with an unwavering intensity.
Pansy felt her heart rate increase at his unhurried perusal of her body. She knew that he knew how affective his gaze was and he had no problem using it on her every time they met. Instead of letting him see that he made her weak, she resolutely returned his stare.
"You do know that anyone could have attacked you from the position you left yourself in." Her words were mocking, and could not easily be recognized under the muddled feelings of anxiety.
Harry's reply was equally caustic, not willing to concede even an inch of himself to her.
"Really Parkinson…am I suppose to be touched by your concern?"
Pansy swallowed as he stepped in her direction. She took an answering step back.
"Or were you the one planning on attacking me?"
His remark snapped Pansy out of any uncertainty that kept her from approaching him. She raised her chin, defiant as always, her trademark smirk covering her face.
"Maybe I was going to hex you." She moved closer to him. "What makes you think that we aren't still enemies, huh? A bit of snogging behind closed doors doesn't change six years of hatred. It doesn't change the fact that I hate you."
Her words gave him pause. Harry had told himself that very thing in past reflections of their warped relationship. There was nothing to say that enemies weren't attracted to each other. In fact, it was that very thought which occasionally made him wonder what would have happened if Draco Malfoy had been a girl. Given that, however, didn't mean that said enemies ever acted on their attraction. Maybe he had crossed some crazy forbidden line by acting on his conjecture of what they possibly could have. Maybe she appealed to him so much because of the certainty that if anything did spark between them it would be purely illicit.
For the very first time since looking at her this evening, Harry felt uncertain about what to do next.
"Cat got your tongue Potter?" Pansy was radiating confidence, conviction renewed now that she had control of the situation. "Or has your undersized brain decided it doesn't understand rejection when it hears it."
The lady doth protest too much, Harry suddenly decided. And so what if he had crossed some obscure forbidden line? Didn't someone at some point in history say that the worst of enemies were also the best of lovers?
"I don't ever recall hearing a no on your part Parkinson," Harry allowed a casual smile to grace his mouth. "And as for the latter half of your statement, a cat has not "got" my tongue, but maybe you can if you ask nicely."
His smugness grated on Pansy's nerves. How dare he be so cocky while speaking to her.
"Fuck You Harry Potter," she said with narrowed eyes.
"Only if you promise," he said, fake innocence disguising his words.
Pansy couldn't help but be slightly taken aback by his response. Her eyes widened infinitesimally as she carefully looked him over. Where had this Harry Potter come from? Had he always been this…this…sexy? His glasses were in her hand leaving his face bare. But even with them on, he was still handsome. Maybe even more so than without. His hair, which seemed messy as always, was no longer a source for insult but a highlight in his overall appearance. His robe lay on the desk next to his discarded book, allowing Pansy to discern the shape of his body, instead of imagining what it looked like as she had been doing for the past several weeks.
Harry didn't mind Pansy's appraisal of him as he had reciprocated her actions in the past. Instead, he utilized her distracted state and moved a few paces closer.
She hid her surprise well when she realized that they were almost touching. Harry was a good head taller than her so she was forced to look up to continue watching his face. Pansy's breath caught in her throat when she became conscious of him staring at her lips. His gaze moved slowly up to her eyes, silently begging her to concede. She parted her mouth, an unconscious move, as she was forced to breathe faster.
Harry leaned in, captivated by the moment just as she was. A beat before their lips touched he heard her whisper: "I hope you know that this is quite unnatural." Harry couldn't help the small smile that crossed his features as they kissed.
Their lips touched and he moaned at the sensation that flooded his system. He had been envisioning this feeling from the time their last snogging session had ended a short week ago. Putting a hand on her back and the other at her jaw he coaxed her lips open. He let her tongue slip into his mouth. Pansy moaned when he sucked on her tongue lightly. There was nothing too demanding about what the other did. Things were more relaxed than all previous encounters as they exchanged kiss after soft kiss.
There was a light thud as Harry's specs slid from Pansy's hands and landed, forgotten on the carpeted floors. She wound her newly freed fingers along the collar of his shirt and through the strands of his slightly curly hair. Blood rushed to Pansy's head as he deepened their kisses. Quite suddenly she became the aggressor as her lips moved a bit frantically over his.
Harry wrapped both arms around her and pressed her as close to his body as he could without hurting her. Lost in sensation, he broke their kiss and moved his lips over her cheek, across her jaw, and down her neck where he lightly sucked on the skin there.
Pansy couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat.
Harry felt all the blood in his head rush south at the noise and suddenly, he didn't have enough of her in his reach. Putting his hands underneath her robes, he slid his fingers beneath her sweater and up her stomach where they ran teasingly over her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra he suddenly realized. The knowledge made his knees weak.
"Harry," his name sounded breathy and uninhibited on her lips. She hadn't meant for it to come across that way, but she was trying, in vain, to tell him to stop before they got caught.
When he heard her moan his name, what little restraint he had over himself snapped. In one fluid motion Harry lifted Pansy up and guided her legs around his waist. He pushed them the short distance to the shelf so that her back pressed against the many books that lived there. When their lips met again, his kisses were demanding. Pansy wound both of her arms around his neck, pulling his head closer.
So caught up in what the other was doing, the two scarcely noticed that there was a very shocked librarian standing behind them with a disapproving expression on her face.
"As much as those books needed dusting, I can assure you that Miss Parkinson's robes were not needed to complete the aforementioned."
The snogging couple immediately disentangled themselves from one another at Madame Pince's voice. Though Pansy kept a steely expression on her face, her cheeks were burning with mild embarrassment. Harry on the other hand was as cool as a cucumber. This was not the first time he had been caught snogging in the library.
"Miss Parkinson, this is the first time I've caught you engaging in such disagreeable activity…so I will let you go with a warning." Madame Pince felt her lips pinch together. "But you Mr. Potter. You seem to defy me at every turn, each time promising that it will be your last."
"But Madame—"
The librarian shot her palms up.
"Please spare me your useless words Mr. Potter, just be forewarned. The next time I catch you in such a compromising position in my library I will ban you from ever stepping foot in here again…after I tell Professor McGonagall exactly why Gryffindor should lose two hundred points."
With that, the old woman turned around with a flourish of material and stalked back to her desk.
AN 2: Should I continue? Let me know; if not, it can be a cute one-shot, right? Thanks for reading.
Remember: Embrace the ship of Harry and Pansy forever!