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

A/N: And now, the aftermath. And some more smut. And intimacy.

Pansy lifted her head up and looked at him. "Did I not tell you I have a spectacular everything? You should listen more." She lifted up off of him and laid down next to him on the bed, nestling her head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. "But yes. It was," she admitted quietly.

"I can't believe I did that," Pansy thought to herself. "I just had sex with Harry Potter, instead of finding out why he disappeared. Good job, Pans. You're really living up to your reputation. I guess now is as good a time as any to ask him…"

She tilted her head so she could look into his eyes,

"Harry," she began, softly. He raised a finger to her lips.

"Shh, Pansy. Not yet. Just...be," he whispered, and kissed her forehead. He stroked her cheek and then relaxed back on the mattress and pillow. She nodded against his chest.

"Okay," she replied.

Within moments, they were both sound asleep.

Pansy woke slowly, stretching languidly. She froze for a moment as she realized there was someone in the bed, then relaxed as she remembered who. She looked up and saw he was still asleep, so she carefully slipped out from under his arm and off the bed and padded naked to the bathroom. She heard a soft whistle and turned to look. Harry had one eye open and a smile on his face. "That's a wonderful sight to wake up to," he said, and turned over.

Pansy rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom. She took care of the necessary business and then walked out. Spying his shirt on the floor, she picked it up and slid it on and then sat on the edge of the bed. "Your turn," she said, slapping his back lightly. Harry grunted but got up, and went in the bathroom. A few minutes later she heard the shower running.

"Coming?" Harry's voice echoed, and she grinned, standing up and dropping the shirt on the bed. She walked in there and joined him. The shower was very spacious, with more than enough room for them both. That didn't stop her from pressing up against him under the water and biting his shoulder lightly. She put her arms around her waist and leaned her face against his shoulder blade, closing her eyes as the hot water cascaded over them. She felt him start to move, and pinched at his stomach. "Don't. Just...be," she said, repeating his words from the night before.

After a few minutes, she loosened her arms and he turned around to face her. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, leaning in for a kiss. She happily received, and returned it. She pulled away for a moment. "We shouldn't waste the hot water. Soap?" Harry chuckled and pointed. She turned, and found a bottle of bath gel and a loofah. Once again, his retreat into the Muggle world proved apparent. She paused for a moment, remembering why she had come here.

"But do I really want to bring him back? This is not the Harry I once knew. He's happy here, and successful. But would they be content to know that?" Her thoughts were not helping matters.

She squirted the soap on the loofah and turned back around. She wet it and worked it into a lather, and then started bathing. After she got her neck and shoulders, and was starting on her arms, Harry took the loofah from her and carefully soaped up the rest of her body. She tried, at first, to take it away, but he smacked her hands. "Let me," he said. He slowly washed her, carefully making sure not to miss anything. And suddenly, she realized he was definitely making sure of that. She took a step back to support herself against the tile wall, moaning as he carefully attended to her. She didn't know when the loofah was replaced with his fingers, and she didn't care. She didn't notice when he moved the shower head to rinse her off, but she definitely noticed when his fingers were replaced by his mouth.

She bit her lip and squirmed. "Oh, Harry," she moaned. She put one hand on the back of his head and grabbed his hair tightly. Her breath shortened and she shuddered. It was becoming difficult to stand upright, even with the support of the wall. She lifted one leg and put it over his shoulder. He put his arm around her thigh and pulled her against him.

Harry started to hum, and Pansy went over the edge. She experienced one of the best orgasms she had ever had after oral sex, and she almost fell over. Only the wall and Harry's grip kept her upright as her body shook and her nerve endings sparked. Harry's mouth didn't stop, but it did slow down as she rode the high and settled back down. He gently let her sink to the floor and stroked her cheek with the back of a hand as he smiled at her. Through hooded eyes, she saw the smile and his green eyes sparkle back at her. He stood up, grabbed the loofah, and began to wash himself. Pansy tried to protest but she didn't think she could stand up yet. After he'd washed and rinsed, he stepped over to her and lowered his hands to her. She took them, and he pulled her to her feet, and directed her to the water. "Your hair," he explained.

He grabbed the shampoo bottle and slowly began to lather it into her hair, separating the length of it into bundled strands, lathering it carefully. When he'd finished, he turned her around and lifted her hair up into the stream from the shower head, rinsing it carefully. When they were both completely clean, head to toe, he turned off the water and reached out of the shower for two big fluffy towels. He draped one around his waist and made as if to dry her off, but she took the towel from him and did it herself. He shrugged, grinned, and dried off. They stepped out of the shower, shoulder to shoulder, and bumped hips. Laughing, they went into the main room. Harry said, "Your garment bag is on the coat hook by the door if you want to get dressed."

"What, in one of your new uniforms?" Pansy replied, as she picked his shirt up from the bed and put it on, buttoning just enough buttons to keep it closed. She picked up his boxers and slid them on as well, having to roll the top of them enough to make them stay up. Harry was slender and athletic but still much larger in the waist than she.

What she said registered with Harry after a moment. "Wait, what?" he stammered.

"Your new uniforms. The excuse you used to come invite me to dinner?" Pansy prompted him. "I finished the designs and made up an example for you to look at."

Harry said "I didn't actually expect...wow." He was honestly surprised. "Can I...can I see them, please?"

She brightened, and nodded. "Of course. I love showing off how good at this I am." Her customary snark was back in full force, and she retrieved the bag. She opened it and explained as she laid them out on the bed. "This is the male bar staff shirt, and the pants. This is the female bar and hotel staff, and they have an option between the pants and this skirt, which makes it look like a dress. Male hotel staff swap this shirt for that one, and have the same pants."

Harry nodded. "I am very, very impressed, Pansy. These are perfect. Remind me later and I'll draw up a contract for you to provide uniforms for everyone. You said they'd be tailored for each person, yes? I'll have Anthony draw up a schedule that will get everyone here so they can be fitted."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay. You know this is going to cost you an arm and a leg, right?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I can handle it. This building is extremely profitable."

She saw the opening presented, and tried to take it. "How did you become the owner of this place, anyway?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Not...not today, Pansy. We'll talk...I'll answer the questions I know you have. But … for now, would you just spend the weekend with me?" He turned to her, his face troubled. He needed her to let him take this at his own pace, and she recognized that.

Nodding, she said "Okay. But we're going to talk before I leave. Okay?"

"Okay," he replied, sincerely. "Now. Breakfast?"

As her stomach growled, she blushed and nodded. "Definitely. Are you going to cook for me again? I would love an omelette. With ham and peppers and so much cheese."

Harry laughed and walked into the kitchen. "Yes ma'am, at your service ma'am."

She laughed and chucked a pillow at him. "Arse."

"And?"

They sat close together as they ate breakfast. Harry read the Saturday Times, and she flipped through a fashion magazine she'd had in her portfolio. Occasionally he pointed out something in the paper, made a wry comment, and she laughed genuinely. She found a provocative dress, and showed it to him, suggesting she wear that for dinner sometime, and grinned as he blushed.

They spent the rest of the morning talking about nothing, and touching often. Many kisses were given, stolen, and exchanged. After a late lunch of sandwiches, Harry turned to her and asked, "Would you like to go for a walk on the beach?"

She nodded, but then stopped. "I don't have any clothes, Harry. I'll need to Apparate home and get dressed.

Harry chuckled and said "I'm perfectly happy with how you're dressed now, but if you must.

She rolled her eyes and retrieved her wand. "I'll be back in a few minutes, ok?" She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Okay," he replied. She stepped back and Apparated to her hotel room. She didn't want to deceive him any longer about where she was staying, and she had a feeling the staff would figure something out now. She decided she'd deal with checking out later, put all her stuff together in her suitcase, and then Apparated back to his apartment.

"This way, you can help me pick out what to wear," she said brightly. Harry chuckled and walked over to help her unpack.

They strolled down the beach, hands clasped and fingers intertwined, not saying anything. They were both lost in their new-found feelings for each other, each trying to determine what those were. Passion aside, there was definitely something else between them.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, Harry turned to her and put his hands on her waist. He leaned down and kissed her with a tenderness that he had not yet shown. "I don't know what this is, Pansy, or how it happened, but I'm happy it is." He looked into her eyes, searching.

She met his gaze, more open than she'd ever been. "I am too, Harry. And I want to see where this goes. But right now, my feet are wet." They both looked down to see the tide washing in over her shoes. "And these are Jimmy Choos. Now you get to take me shoe shopping tomorrow," she said, grinning at his panicked look.

She kissed him and took his hand, and they walked and talked until the sun set.

A/N: Awwww, aren't they just SO CUUUTE? But I know you have questions. Stay tuned! Chapter 8 is coming soon, and things will be explained.