3rd September, 1991,
00:12 A.M.
Harry let out a loud grunt as he thrust his hips forward and slammed his cock deep inside Pansy's tight, little pussy. His dick, coated with strings of her saliva, slid inside her cunt without any trouble whatsoever, and soon he was balls deep inside of her. For the next couple of seconds, he enjoyed the way her silken walls hugged his thick shaft wonderfully before he gripped her waist tightly and began to thrust into her from behind.
"Oh, my God! What are you doing, Harry?!" Pansy squealed in surprise as Harry's cock split her folds apart and slipped inside of her, stealing her virginity in the process. The brunette was left gasping and mewling like a whore as her taut lips were stretched apart by his enormous cock. Leaning forward, she pressed her face into the pillow and gripped the bedsheets tightly as her body was jerked harshly by his rapid thrusts. She could feel her pussy fluttering with pleasure as his huge cock slammed inside her silken depths over and over again causing her back to arch in delight.
Harry found himself licking his lips with desire as Pansy's back arched and she lifted her ass up in the air, looking like a bitch in heat. Unable to help himself, he moved his hands down from her thin waist and gripped her shapely bottom. "Fuck!" grunted Harry as he squeezed her fleshy hips, causing her to shudder from the incredible sensation.
Pansy had to stop herself from thrashing around as Harry's hands squeezed her ass cheeks tightly while he fucked her mercilessly from behind. Her pussy, meanwhile, was making wet, squelching sounds every time he thrust into her causing her to blush fiercely. Wailing into the pillow, she could feel drool escaping from the corner of her mouth as she reached under her and began rolling her clit between her fingers.
Harry made a surprised sound as Pansy's wet, dripping pussy suddenly clamped down on his dick. He looked down and his lips twitched in amusement as he noticed her fingers playing with her throbbing clit. Harry's attention was then diverted to her pale, round, and perfect breasts and his mouth watered as he saw the way they jiggled back and forth from the force of his powerful thrusts.
Pansy shuddered as Harry suddenly reached down, his calloused hand moving up her taut stomach before he cupped her jiggling tits. She moaned heavily as his strong hands squeezed her breasts harshly before he pinched her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Pansy's eyes nearly bugged out of her head and a loud cry escaped her lips at the wonderful sensation. The pureblood witch almost came on the spot as beads of her arousal drip out of her virgin pussy and landed on Harry's invading cock.
As he continued thrusting inside Pansy, Harry circled his fingers around the rim of her areolas, feeling the tiny bumps along the way. His cock throbbed inside her pussy as he imagined flicking his tongue over her hard nub. After he had finished playing with her breasts, Harry suddenly flipped them over so that Pansy was now lying on her back with him on top of her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his middle and she pulled him down for a deep kiss, her slender fingers entangling in his messy black hair at the back of his head. The two of them kissed each other passionately for a long time as Harry plunged his cock into her depths over and over again, pushing her closer to the edge with every passing second.
Pansy's pussy was tingling so badly that she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. She ran her hands down Harry's back, her nails scratching deeply into his skin and eliciting a painful hiss.
Harry growled, feeling Pansy's sharp nails rake down his back, almost drawing blood. He leaned down and buried his face in her slender, sweet-smelling neck, starting to suck on her delicate skin. In response, Pansy moaned loudly and tilted her head to the side to give him more room to operate. Her hands clutched him tightly to her body as she thrust back against him, meeting him halfway every time.
In the end, it only took a couple more minutes before Pansy finally started to cum. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream and her toes curled in pleasure as her pussy began to flutter uncontrollably around him. Harry's cock was smashing against her G-spot over and over again and she clamped down on him hard, trying to milk him dry.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry groaned deeply as Pansy's heavenly walls spasmed around his dick and the resulting sensation pushed him over the edge. As his orgasm coursed through his body, his hips began to jerk wildly, and he lightly bit down on her neck as he began to cum inside of her. Pansy's face was twisted with pleasure and she was mewling sexily as his thick warm cum splashed against her silken walls and he filled her pussy to the brim.
By the time Harry finished cumming inside Pansy, the poor witch had nearly passed out from the sensory overload. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she was also trembling violently from the pleasure. Harry chuckled and gently pulled out his cock from inside her silky depths. Instantly, their intermingled juices began to spill out of her stretched pussy and started dripping down around her asshole.
Harry then rolled over and lay on his back, breathing heavily. He pulled Pansy closer to his body and covered both of them with a blanket. Tired and worn out, it didn't take long before both of them quickly fell asleep.
3rd September, 1991,
08:14 A.M.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he found Pansy lying halfway atop him, with her head resting on his chest. She was snoring softly, wearing a content smile. Harry's lips curled upwards in satisfaction as he noticed the well-fucked expression on her face. Clearly, she had enjoyed being fucked by him last night. With care so as not to disturb the sleeping girl, he picked up his glasses from the bedside table and gently placed them on.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at the clock on the opposite wall and realized it was already 8'o clock. He gently extracted himself from Pansy's arms and got up from the bed. Collecting his toiletries, he finished his morning rituals in record time, before sitting down on his desk to write a letter to Gringotts.
Once he had finished writing the letter, Harry quickly woke up Pansy before taking a swift trip to the owlery. There, he asked his lovely owl, Hedwig, to deliver his letter to the Slytherin account manager. Upon hearing his request, the snowy owl flew down from the rafters and landed on his shoulder, extending her leg toward him. Harry used a small piece of twine to tie the letter to her leg. The twine was strong enough to keep the letter in place during her flight, yet gentle enough not to cause any discomfort to his loyal owl companion. Once the letter was secured, Harry brushed his fingers on the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of her soft feathers.
Finally, Hedwig gently nipped his fingers before flying away into the distance, carrying his letter to its intended destination. Harry watched her fly away into the morning sky before deciding to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He then put the letter out of his mind, not expecting to receive an answer for at least a few days. However, much to his surprise, a letter from Gringotts arrived for him before lunch, requesting that he floo directly to the bank at his earliest convenience.
After reading the letter, Harry looked around the Slytherin table, trying to catch sight of Pansy. He searched for a few moments until he spotted her farther down the table, seated beside Draco Malfoy.
Instantly, a grimace formed on Harry's face. He had no desire to speak with the unpleasant boy any time soon. So, rather than going down to speak with Pansy directly, he decided to try to catch her eye.
Pansy was nodding absentmindedly along to Draco's rant about the caretaker, Argus Filch when she felt eyes burning into the back of her head. Instantly, she looked up and glanced around the table until her gaze met Harry's.
Confused about what he wanted from her, she sent him a questioning look, and he held up an official-looking envelope in his hand. Pansy quickly recognized the crisp white parchment as Gringotts' official correspondence. She had observed her father receive countless similar envelopes from the bank regarding his business ventures. Suddenly, a rush of excitement surged inside Pansy as she realized she was about to get a glimpse inside the Slytherin vault shortly. She gave Harry a slight nod before crafting a quick excuse to her fiancé and rushing out of the doors of the Great Hall.
Harry waited a few seconds before following Pansy out of the Great Hall and into an empty classroom. Upon stepping inside, Pansy snatched the letter from his hand and began reading it immediately. Her eyes scanned the words on the paper quickly, and a few moments later, she looked up at him with a bright smile on her face.
"Oh, my God! This is it, Harry! You're about to become the official heir of Slytherin," she told him excitedly.
Pansy's excitement was quite infectious and as a result, Harry couldn't help but smile back at her. "Yeah, I know," he said, "So, when do you think I should go to the bank?"
Pansy leaned against the wall, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Well," she began, "I think it would be best to go to the bank as soon as possible. The sooner you establish your claim as the heir of Slytherin, the better. You know how these things can get complicated if you delay."
Her words caused Harry's eyebrows to furrow slightly. "What do you mean? Why would things get complicated?" he asked her, a hint of puzzlement in his expression.
Pansy leaned forward toward Harry and looked deeply into his eyes as she answered his question. "You need to understand, Harry, House Slytherin is one of the most powerful families in magical Britain, and you're about to become its new lord. Who knows what kind of artefacts or family magic you'll find in the Slytherin vault? I'm sure there are a number of people who wouldn't want you to have that kind of power, not to mention those greedy goblins who are always looking for legal loopholes so they can claim wizard's stuff for themselves."
Pansy's words had a sobering effect on Harry as it finally dawned on him that there could be people out there who would be jealous of his newfound power and might try to take it away from him. As the gravity of the situation sank in, Harry nodded slowly. "Okay, okay, I understand, Pansy," he told her with a grateful smile. "I suppose I could go there right now."
Pansy nodded in satisfaction at Harry's words. "Good," she said. "But first, you need a teacher's permission to go to the bank."
"Okay," Harry replied. "Who do you think I should go to? Snape?"
Pansy broke into giggles at the grimace evident on Harry's face. She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head, saying, "No, not Snape, silly. Everyone knows he hates you. He'll never give you permission, even if it's the last thing in the world. No, you need to go to Professor McGonagall. I've heard she's stern but fair to all students. I'm sure she'll give you permission to leave the castle once you tell her how important it is."
Harry nodded in agreement with Pansy's suggestion. "Okay, I guess I'll do that," he told her. However, his eyes then drifted down her sexy body, and he got a mischievous look in his eyes.
Pansy squeaked in surprise as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Hey! What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him in surprise.
Harry gave Pansy his most charming smile as he looked down at her and said, "So, I know we didn't get a chance to talk earlier today, but I was wondering, did you have fun last night?"
Upon hearing his question, Pansy's cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and she looked down at her feet to avoid meeting his eyes. She heard Harry let out a chuckle at her shyness. Eventually, he placed his hand under her chin and compelled her to look up. Pansy found herself mesmerized as she noticed just how green his eyes were. Being this close, she could discern that they were a truly unique colour.
Harry noticed the dazed-looking expression on Pansy's face and realized this was his chance to get an honest answer from her. "So, how was it, babe? Did you enjoy it?" he asked her again.
This time, the answer slipped out of Pansy's mouth before she could stop it. "Yes. You were amazing, Harry," she answered him in a dreamy voice.
Harry's mouth curled up in a pleased smile and he leaned down to kiss her deeply. He placed his hand on Pansy's sexy ass and squeezed it hard, causing her to moan against his lips. Soon, his tongue slipped inside her mouth and he began to grope her robe-covered tits.
Pansy quickly broke the kiss before things could get too hot between the two of them. She placed a hand on Harry's chest to stop him when he tried to kiss her again. "W-wait. Now's not the time, Harry," she told him, panting heavily. "We need to go to Professor McGonagall."
Harry made a disappointed sound and reluctantly stepped away from Pansy. "Are you sure we really need to do this right now? I mean, we could just go tomorrow."
In response, Pansy gave Harry a small smile, patting him on the cheek. "I also don't want to leave, Harry, but we really need to go." She then leaned forward and whispered in Harry's ear huskily, "Besides, if you do this for me, then maybe I'll visit your room like I did last night."
Harry's eyes lit up with excitement at Pansy's words and a large grin began tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, in that case, I guess we better get this done quickly then."
Pansy giggled as he suddenly grabbed her hand and began to lead her hastily towards Professor McGonagall's office. It took them only a few minutes before they reached the Deputy Headmistress's office.
"I think you should go in by yourself, Harry," Pansy suggested to Harry as they stood outside Professor McGonagall's office. "You can explain the situation to her first and then let her know that I'm coming with you."
In reply, Harry gave her a small nod before he raised his hand to knock on the door.
3rd September, 1991,
03:56 P.M.
Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting at her desk, her brow furrowed as she reviewed some paperwork. The day had been fairly quiet at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a rarity that allowed her to catch up on administrative tasks. Just as she was about to sign off on a particularly tedious form, a soft knock echoed through her office.
"Come in," she called, setting her quill aside and straightening up in her chair.
The door creaked open, revealing a somewhat dishevelled-looking Harry Potter. For a moment, Minerva was hit with nostalgia as she saw his unruly black hair, realizing it was as messy as his father's. However, she quickly snapped out of the past and asked Harry, "Mr Potter, what are you doing here? Please, come in," she said, gesturing for him to enter.
In response, Harry flashed her a grateful smile and stepped inside her office.
"Professor McGonagall, I need your permission to visit Gringotts today," he informed the Deputy Headmistress as he sat down in the chair before her desk.
Minerva's brows raised in mild surprise. She leaned back in her chair, studying Harry carefully. "That's quite an unusual request, Potter. May I ask what's so urgent that you need to visit the bank at such short notice?"
Instead of answering her question, Harry passed her the letter he had received earlier from the bank.
Minerva gave Harry a curious look as she was handed an official-looking letter. Recognizing the seal of Gringotts on the parchment, she removed her glasses from her pocket and perched them on her nose. For the next few seconds, the office remained completely quiet, save for the sound of a clock ticking, as she read the letter in her hand.
When she had finally finished reading the letter, she looked up at Harry with surprise. "So, the Hogwarts rumour mill is true? You're a parselmouth?"
Harry nodded in response to the Professor's question. "Yes, ma'am."
"And you're going to Gringotts to try to claim the Slytherin heirship?"
Harry bobbed his head again.
Minerva's eyes narrowed slightly as she pondered Harry's request. First things first, she reviewed the Slytherin first year's timetable to determine if he had any remaining classes for the day. However, as far as she could see, he only had flying lessons scheduled in the evening, which could always be rescheduled for a later time with another house. Ultimately, Minerva couldn't identify a significant reason to prevent Harry from visiting the bank. "Alright, you have my permission to visit Gringotts, Potter," she told Harry, retrieving a permission slip from inside her desk drawer. "But remember, this is a one-time allowance only, and solely because you don't have any more lessons today. So, don't assume for a second that you can turn this into a habit," she warned him sternly.
At her words, Harry gave the Professor a lopsided grin and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Thank you so much, ma'am," he told Minerva. His smile then turned a little sheepish. Minerva could feel a headache coming on as she realized that she had previously seen the same look on James' face. He always had that expression whenever he wanted to ask for something unexpected from her.
"Professor, there's one more thing," Harry paused, waiting for Professor McGonagall to gesture for him to continue. "I also have a friend whom I wanted to take with me to Gringotts to act as an advisor."
Minerva's eyebrows climbed up in surprise at Harry's words. "Oh, may I ask who it is, Potter?" she asked him politely.
"It's Pansy Parkinson, Professor. She has offered me to help deal with the goblins." Harry promptly responded to her question.
Minerva thought about it for a few moments before deciding it was a good idea. She let out a deep exhale. "Very well, I suppose you may take her along, Potter," she conceded to Harry in the end.
Just as she uttered those words, an immediate knock resounded on the door. Minerva levelled a dangerous gaze at Harry, who offered her a sheepish smile in return. "So, I presume Ms Parkinson is right outside?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow at him.
Harry nodded in response to her query, prompting her to release a weary sigh. Minerva then flicked her wand at the door, causing it to spring open.
Pansy was almost vibrating with excitement as she finally stepped inside Professor McGonagall's office.
Minerva shook her head at the two first years. She rose from her chair and approached the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, she ignited the flames, which began to dance merrily in the grate. She then grabbed a small jar from above the mantle and handed it to Harry.
Harry peered into the small container and discovered a fine, silvery powder-like substance within. He looked up at Professor McGonagall, his confusion unmistakably displayed on his face. "Professor, what am I supposed to do with this?" he inquired politely.
Minerva felt the urge to facepalm in disbelief. Naturally, she should have realized that Harry wouldn't be acquainted with Floo powder, as he was new to the wizarding world. However, just as she was about to reconsider sending him to Gringotts on his own, Ms Parkinson swiftly took charge of the situation.
"It's the Floo powder, Harry," she patiently explained to the boy, "It's used for travelling between fireplaces."
Harry's eyes lit up with excitement upon Pansy's words. "Oh, really?" he asked, his grin carrying a hint of childlike wonder. "That sounds pretty neat. How does it work exactly?"
Pansy shot him a teasing smile. "Why don't you give it to me, Harry? And I'll show you."
In response, Harry shrugged his shoulders and handed her the small clay pot. The pureblood witch reached inside, taking a small pinch of powder into her hand. He watched intently as Pansy threw the floo powder into the fireplace, causing the flames to turn green.
As the flames transformed into a vibrant emerald hue, Pansy stepped gracefully into the fireplace, her voice ringing out, "Gringotts bank!" The green flames instantly engulfed her form, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished.
Harry stood there, mouth agape in sheer amazement, as Pansy vanished from sight right before his very eyes. He remained in a state of shock until Professor McGonagall's voice jolted him back to reality. "It's your turn, Mr Potter," she announced, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Harry quickly rushed forward and scooped up some Floo powder from the small jar. He then followed Pansy's example and tossed it into the flames before stepping inside. Immediately, the hearth roared to life with brilliant green intensity, the fire wrapping around him like a whirlwind.
Suddenly, Harry felt as if he was being squeezed through a narrow tunnel, a sensation both exhilarating and strange. Amidst the whirl of colours and sounds, he caught fleeting glimpses of different fireplaces flashing by, each like a snapshot of someone's home. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the swirling journey came to an end as Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and found himself in a completely new place.
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