Disclaimer: I still don't own J. K. Rowling's characters, just the plot. And the horrible smut.

A/N: Did I mention smut? Be warned, there is smut ahead. I tried not to be too graphic...this time. *wicked grin* Enjoy!

"Wagyu beef, served with fermented celeriac, pan-fried shaved ginger, and edible silver leaf edges."

Pansy sucked a breath through her teeth. "I love wagyu beef. This is the make or break dish for this dinner, Potter," she said, grinning.

"By all means, try yours first then, Pansy," he said, dropping all pretense. He watched her face as she took her first bite, memorizing the slant of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the way one tendril of hair fell across her perfect pale cheek. She took care in gathering up the various parts of the dish, layering them perfectly, and sliding the edge of her fork through the sauce. She took a tiny sip of the wine, holding it in her mouth for a moment, and Harry's eyes tracked the small drop that escaped the corner of her mouth as she lifted the fork to her lips. They parted, and she slipped the fork in her mouth and closed her lips around it. She slid the fork out, her pink tongue darting out to capture a drop of the sauce. Her eyes closed as she chewed, slowly, and he could see them rolling back and forth behind her eyelids. She made little appreciative noises in her throat before swallowing, and she sat there, not moving or speaking for a long moment.

Harry began to wonder if she was ok when she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him through lowered lashes. "Passable," she managed to say, as she gathered up the last bite on the plate and put it in her mouth with another sip of the wine.

Grinning at her, and feeling his cheeks warm at the almost sexual enjoyment of food he'd just witnessed, Harry barely tasted his serving. He was too enthralled with seeing her enjoyment playing over her face.

Pansy had completely forgotten why she was there, outside of the food and the extremely attractive wizard sitting across from her. She looked at Harry intently, wondering if he'd set all this up just to get her back upstairs with him, and she found she really didn't care. As he sipped his wine, she looked at his lips and chiseled jaw. He had most definitely grown up.

"I think I'm ready for dessert," she began, when the waiters came over and replaced their plates and glasses.

"For the lady, a Belgian dark chocolate tart, with french milk chocolate glaze, black truffle ribbons, and smoked vanilla gelato. For the lord, a salted caramel iced brownie with toasted sesame oil and strawberry gelato."

Pansy's eyes took in the chocolate tart sculpted into a pansy flower, with the leaves formed of the truffle ribbons, perched atop the gelato. She looked up at Harry and gave him a look. "I had nothing to do with that, Pansy. I promise." She stared pointedly at the flowers on the table. "Ok, those, I did that."

She stared ferociously at him, but wasn't able to maintain it long and giggled. "They're beautiful," she said, and then took a bite of her tart.

"Not nearly as much as you," Harry retorted, then blushed, surprised at how forward he was just then.

Pansy rolled her eyes, but blushed regardless, and busied herself with eating her dessert. "Your gelato is melting," she pointed out. Harry looked down and chuckled, and ate.

The both finished their riesling at the same time, and reveled in the flavors filling their mouths. Harry looked at her, and reached across the table with his hand. She looked down at it, as the waiters cleared their table and then disappeared. She reached her own hand over, and placed it in his.

As their hands touched, Harry felt an electric thrill go down his spine. His eyes met hers, and they both smiled.

Together, they stood from the table and their fingers interlaced. Harry tilted his head at the door to his flat, and she nodded slyly. Together, they walked over to the door and up the stairs.

Harry regretted letting go of her hand but the narrow staircase wouldn't allow for that contact to remain, so he snagged her portfolio and bag as he passed by them, and followed her up the stairs. Tantalizing glances of leg peeked out at him from the slit in her dress, and the glittering beads shifted as her curves shifted with each step up. As they both stepped off the staircase, he opened the door for her and followed her into his dark flat. He shut the door behind him, hung the garment bag on a coat hook and set the portfolio down on the floor. He turned and reached for his wand to light candles, as Pansy stepped up against him and pressed him against the door. "You play the game well, Potter," she said, and leaned up to kiss him.

Harry froze, then melted, as her lips hit his. His arms went around her waist almost involuntarily, pulling her against him. Her mouth pressed against his, demanding, her tongue pushing at his lips. He let his lips part and her tongue darted in to slide along his, and he opened his mouth further, tasting the chocolate and wine on her breath. He lowered his head to make the kiss easier, and her hands slid up his arms to wrap around his neck. He had no long how long they stood there, leaning against the door, kissing deeply, nor did he care. He pulled free of her mouth to catch a breath and went right back in.

After who knows how long, she let go of his neck and stepped away, pulling free from his arms. She was smiling broadly although he couldn't see it. Harry stayed leaning against the door for a long moment, catching his breath. "Pansy…" he breathed out. "Merlin."

"It's a bit dark in here, Potter, don't you think?" She said as she made her way over to where she suspected the bedroom was. Harry muttered and raised his wand, lighting several candles. He looked around for her, finding her standing by his bed. He followed her and lit the candles in there as well. She looked over her shoulder at him and slid the short jacket off, exposing her creamy shoulders. She tossed the jacket over onto a chair and stood there.

Harry walked over and stood behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck, her shoulder, the hollow of her collarbone. He looked up and started to speak but was stopped by her finger on his lips. She turned in his arms to face him and put her lips on his again, murmuring "Shut up, Harry," and kissed him hard.

As they kissed, Pansy slowly backed up until her legs touched the bed. She turned them about again and pushed Harry down, climbing on top of him, grinning wickedly. "There, now I have you...almost...where I want you." Her voice turned husky, and she looked at him intensely. "And I do...want you." She kissed him again, pressing her body against him. His arms went around her again, one hand sliding up to her neck, the other down to her waist. He moaned into her mouth, and she pulled back a bit.

"I want you too, Pansy. Parkinson," he corrected, with a smile.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Harry, then."

She rolled so they lay next to each other, kissing and touching. After a while, she pulled away. As he protested, she turned so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached behind to her waist. She pulled carefully on the ends of the ribbon, pulling the bow loose and letting the satin lacing come loose. She stood, and the dress slid slowly down her body. She wiggled a bit as it caught on her hips, and then stepped out of it. Clad now in a strapless black bra, lace panties, a garter belt and hose, she looked over her shoulder again at Harry. "And?" she said, without turning around.

"Oh, right." Harry said, and rolled off the bed on the other side. As she watched him, he slipped off the tie and vest. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and pulled the tails from his slacks. He kicked off his shoes and slide from his socks, and then pulled off the shirt. Letting it drop the floor behind him, he unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his slacks. He let them fall to the floor and then walked around the bed to face her, wearing his boxers and close-fitting t shirt.

Pansy turned to him then, the candlelight illuminating her smooth skin. She put her hands on his chest and curled her fingers into the shirt. Harry looked at her and his eyes traveled down her slender neck to her breasts, her cleavage enhanced only minimally by the bra. He followed her body down to her flat stomach, the garter belt riding high on her shapely hips, and the stockings hitting at mid-thigh. "You... you are, indeed, spectacular, Pansy."

Her heart fluttered as he said her name again, and she smiled at him. "You're not looking so bad yourself, Po...Harry." She ran her hands down his stomach, feeling his muscles, and then lifted his shirt off over his head. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and traced the muscles on his abdomen. She raised her hands up to slip them around his neck and leaned up for another kiss. Harry slid his arms around her and reached up for the clasp of her bra. He fumbled with it a bit but soon had it free, and pulled it from between them and dropped it to the floor.

Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples tight and hard against his skin. He deepened their kiss as his fingers stroked her bare back. She gasped as they touched and what felt like a spark passed between them. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit it lightly while twirling her own around it. They fell into the bed again, entwined, touching and tasting each other.

They started slowly, but their explorations of each other increased as their desire heightened. Harry's mouth found her throat and laid little kisses and licks down it to her chest. His hands reached for her breasts, stroking and gently squeezing them. His fingers teased her nipples as he kissed his way across her chest to them. She pushed each one into his mouth as it arrived, anxious to feel his tongue on her nipples. Her hand slid down his stomach to his boxers, feeling for his length through the silk. She felt him and wrapped her fingers around him, feeling his erection form beneath her hand. She curled her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. As he moved his mouth to her other breast, she pushed her hand down inside his shorts to reach for him.

He looked up at her and moaned as she took his length in her fingers. He responded by sliding his hand down her side to her thigh, stroking up and down and around until his hand touched her hip, and pulled her against him. "Pansy," he breathed.

"Harry," she moaned, surprised at what her hand had found. She tugged upwards at his shoulders with her free hand and kissed him hard, rolling him over on his back. She tugged at the waist of his shorts and demaned, "off!". Harry chuckled and reached down, raising his hips and slipping the silk over his hips. She growled low and pulled them down, and he kicked them off his feet. She then kissed her way down his abdomen to take him in her mouth. He groaned and looked down. She pulled the clasp from her hair, letting it cascade down across his hips and hiding her ministrations from his view. He threw his head back and sank into the mattress as she sucked and licked him, his hands grasping at the sheets and fingers curling into fists.

For her part, Pansy could not believe they'd gone so far so fast, and yet, it seemed right. She'd set out to seduce him, and he'd seduced her right along. Besides, she actually found herself enamored of the man he'd become. She increased her movements on him, until she couldn't take it anymore. She released him from her lips and slide up his body, her panties sliding off as she moved like a snake up to kiss him again. She lowered herself down onto him with a gasp, slowly adjusting to him. As he sank into her to the hilt, she began to slide up and down.

Harry reached for her, wrapping his arms around her as she pulled him inside her. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, her throat, and as she raised up to push down on him, caught her left nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and over it, and his hands slid down to her thighs to encourage her motions.

Pansy gasped, and moaned out loud. She had not felt this good in a very long time. She was close, quicker than had ever happened before. "Harry…" she whispered, as his hands pulled her down on him. She lowered her head and her hair fell down around his face. He reached up to brush it behind her ear.

That was what did her in. All the flirting, the food, the wine, the kisses, the touches, their naked bodies locked together, and it was that simple act that broke her barriers down. She cried out as her release hit her, and his shortly behind it. She collapsed on top of him, in his arms, and sighed happily.

Harry kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight to him. "Pansy," he whispered. "That was incredible."