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Lying in summers gone Welcome home the deal had been done I want you there's nothing elseSpread your pride cool it down
Keep in touch what for I don't doubt
I want you there's nothing else
I Want You – Motorace 0000000"So our projects are due tomorrow, are you nearly finished Pans? Pansy? Pansy!"
Pansy started and looked across the table at Helena, "sorry were you saying something?"
Helena sighed, "your project," she repeated, "are you finished?"
"Oh" Pansy replied, "Yeah we're done. Just need to bind it all together."
Helena sighed, "honestly what is with everyone today. Both you and Millicent have been up in the fairies all morning. Your not drunk are you?"
"No."
"Stoned?"
"No."
"Drugged?"
"No," Pansy laughed, "I'm fine. I'm just tired. I had a late night."
Helena raised an eyebrow, "apparently you had a good time. Is that a hickey on your neck?"
Pansy's mouth dropped open, "what?" Pansy grabbed her spoon and peered into the back of it. Helena was right. Pansy grimaced, and lifted her hand to lightly touch the hickey on the side of her neck. Damn Potter.
"Now that I think of it," Helena mulled slowly, "Millicent had her fair share of hickeys too this morning." Helena suddenly looked horrified, "Christ you two aren't sleeping together, are you?"
Pansy stared at Helena, "what?"
"Because if you are that's ok, I mean I fully support your decision…"
"Helena" Pansy cut in, looking around desperately to make sure no one was listening, "Merlin, I'm not gay."
Helena sighed in relief, "well thank god, I was thinking I might have to put charms on my curtains to stop you both attacking me in the middle of the night," she teased.
Pansy laughed, "I'm not gay, I'm not drunk, I'm not stoned and I'm not drugged. I'm fine." Pansy paused, "although I could do with a cigarette. Care to accompany me?"
Helena shook her head, "you can make me drink, and you can make me party, but you will never talk me into smoking, Pans."
Pansy stood up and patted her head, "good girl."
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Emerging outside Pansy took a deep breath and smiled. It was a beautiful day. Even though the last of the winter chill hung in the air, she sky was now brilliant blue and the sun was shining, warming the green grass beneath her feet. Searching through her pockets Pansy let her feet carry her down the well-worn path to the lake. Walking around the edge, Pansy smirked when she noticed Millicent already occupying her usual rock.
"Morning Mill," she greeted plopping down beside her and lighting up her cigarette.
"Hey Pansy" she murmured back.
"So was the punishment bad?" Pansy asked bluntly.
Millicent looked at her in surprise, "what?"
Pansy took a deep drag, and exhaled across the lake, "I saw you in the library with Longbottom last night."
Millicent looked horrified.
Pansy smiled, "its ok, it looks like you're not the only one who's jumped on the Griffindor band wagon." She passed Millicent the cigarette.
Millicent looked at her in confusion, "what do you mean?" she asked before taking a drag and passing it back.
Pansy shrugged, "Draco's with Lavender Brown, Blaise is with Hermione Granger and um… I may have kissed Harry Potter last night."
Millicent raised an eyebrow, "may have?"
Pansy chuckled, "ok I did."
Millicent shook her head, "well on the bright side, I guess Dumbledore got his inter house relations wish."
Pansy nodded, "he sure did. So what's your punishment."
"A weeks worth of detentions and fifty points from Slytherin."
'That's not too bad."
"It was worth it. You should have seen the look on McGonnagal's face when she caught us," Millicent laughed, "I thought she was going to have a heart attack."
Pansy chuckled, "poor woman. You'd think she'd be used to it by now."
Millicent nodded, "so what about you and Potter. What's going on there?"
"Who knows? I kind of ran off before I could find out."
"You ran off? Wow that's out of character."
"Yeah well we had Snape walking down the hall muttering about imbecile's and dragging you back to the common room. It kind of broke the mood." Pansy replied with a grin.
Millicent frowned, "I didn't see you."
Pansy bit her lip and kept silent. She had promised Harry she wouldn't tell anyone about the invisibility cloak.
"Some people have all the luck, I guess," Millicent replied, stealing one last drag before standing up, "potions starts in five are you coming?"
"Be there soon."
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Pansy checked her watch as she walked down the hall to the potions classroom. Fifteen minutes late. Whoops. Pushing open the doors, Pansy strolled in, the whole class looked in her direction, "sorry I'm late professor" Pansy apologised, "I was held up in…"
"That's alright Miss Parkinson, take a seat" Professor Snape interrupted.
Pansy nodded, and slid into her seat beside Millicent. "What'd I miss?"
"Neville melting his cauldron and Potter getting detention" Millicent whispered back, pushing her textbook between them, "and we're brewing the Draught of Fire."
But Pansy was no longer listening, at Harry's name, her eyes flicked across the classroom till they landed on that familiar black messy hair, and tall slender build. He was hunched over his parchment, studiously scribbling back and forth, while Weasley sat beside him staring into space. Pansy blinked, Potter studious? If she didn't know any better she'd say he was avoiding eye contact with her. Impossible.
Pansy glared at him, "he's avoiding me," she murmured aloud.
Millicent looked at her and then followed her gaze across the room, "I know how you feel."
Pansy's eyes flicked to Longbottom who was just as involved in his own work.
"You can begin work now," Snape ordered.
"I'll get the ingredients" Pansy muttered, eyes still on Harry as he stood up and walked to the potions cupboard.
"Don't do anything rash" Millicent warned her.
Pansy rolled her eyes and closely followed Harry up to the ingredients cupboard. Waiting patiently until he was rustling around collecting ingredients Pansy walked up behind him. Brushing her body ever so lightly against his back on her way past, Pansy manoeuvred her body in beside his. "Are you ignoring me Potter?" she questioned quietly, looking up at him.
Harry looked down at her in surprise, "no. Should I be?"
Pansy smiled seductively, "perhaps." Grabbing her ingredients she left without another word, leaving Harry in confusion behind her.
The rest of the class passed in a series of curses. The Draught of Fire, turned out to be quite literally the draught of fire, which meant each time a student tried to stir their cauldron, bright blue flames would burst from the top of the black liquid. This created quite a few problems as the fire threatened to singe their eyebrows and set their robes on fire. By the end of the lesson, the classroom was so warm it was like a furnace, the ceiling of the classroom was blackened with soot, and Pansy was cursing repeatedly every time she caught sight of her singed robes.
"I bet I smell like a bushfire," Millicent complained as herself and Pansy hastily exited the potions classroom, wiping soot from their robes, when the bell rang.
"Do I have black stuff on my face?" Pansy questioned, rubbing her cheek frantically, "I hate being ungroomed. And there's not enough time for a shower before Charms."
Millicent glanced at her, "on your forehead."
Pansy cursed and rubbed her forehead with her fingers, "I don't even know why we…"
'Pansy!"
Pansy trailed off and turned to see Harry hurrying down the hall towards her.
Harry reached her, his robes badly singed, "hey, can I talk to you for a sec."
Pansy glanced at Millicent who smirked and walked off, "sure."
"Um…" Harry looked around, "come with me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" Pansy asked bewildered, "is this about the project, because I've found the binding charm, I managed to get to the library before breakfast."
Harry steered her into an empty classroom.
"It was relatively easy to find actually," Pansy continued glancing around the classroom, taking in its dusty walls and furniture, "and it's all bound and ready to MMMPHHH"
Taking her completely off guard Harry had grabbed her arm, pulled her against him and pressed his lips to hers silencing her completely. Pansy was completely surprised and it took her several moments to remember how to kiss, but when she did, she flung her arms around Harry's neck, burried her hands in his hair, and kissed him passionately.
Many minutes later Harry pulled away and rested his forehead against her own, "I'm not ignoring you" he assured her, pecking her forehead. He pulled back and stared at her, "you have soot on your cheek."
The rest of their day passed in relatively the same fashion. After charms Pansy dragged Harry into a broom closet on the forth floor. At lunch, Harry pulled Pansy behind the Quidditch locker rooms. Skipping History of Magic completely, Pansy drew Harry out of Transfiguration by saying it was crucial that she speak to him immediately before dragging him off into the Room of Requirement.
It was fun, it was exciting and above all it was completely spontaneous. Kissing in the broom closet had been so cramped that Harry and Pansy had spent more time giggling against each other's lips than kissing. Behind the Quidditch locker rooms, Harry had Pansy pressed up against the warm wood and his hand up her shirt before she could even utter a sound. In the Room of Requirement, Pansy was so taken by the gorgeously decorated love chamber that she spent half an hour sipping wine and eating chocolate before she even turned her attention to Harry. By that time they were both so tipsy they ended up having messy sex in the king size bed, before calming down, drinking some water, and trying again.
It was much better the second time. More confident, Harry took his time worshipping ever centimetre of Pansy's body, building her up to the extent she was nearly begging for release, before taking her over and over again. Lying together hours later Pansy yawned and turned over, snuggling into Harry's side. "So we present our project tomorrow. Excited?"
Harry chuckled, "so excited I could almost die" he replied sarcastically.
"It looks good though" Pansy replied as she rolled out of bed and walked over to where she'd dumped her bag.
Harry lifted himself up on one elbow and watched her.
Grabbing their project Pansy walked back over and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down a few times she crossed her legs and passed the book to Harry. Instead of a mound of parchment it was now a sleek brown old-fashioned looking book. Bound in brown leather, it was titled "The Iclandra's" By Harry James Potter and Pansy Anne Parkinson.
Harry ran a hand across the cover, "it looks fantastic. What charm did you use?"
Pansy shrugged, "some binding charm from some random book. It turned out good. Straight A's for us I believe."
"Absolutely. After all the work we've done, we deserve A's."
"It hasn't been all work," Pansy, murmured, "I mean, something good came out of it right?"
"Something great came out of it" Harry smiled leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers.
TBC
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Authors Note: Only one more chapter to go folks. It should be up by at least Sunday night. Thanks for reading so far and I hope you've enjoyed it. The whole story will be revised at some stage, since it needs to be proof read. This chapter title belongs to Motorace.