With her arm looped into Harry's, Pansy squeezed it tight and steered him down the aisle of the arcade. Soon they entered a dark restaurant. This particular space was two normal shops combined so it was wide enough to accommodate a bar along the left wall and a seating area to the right. A waitress had immediately seated them in the far back corner. The seating area was populated with booths with very high-backed benches and a single light hanging low over the table. The lighting was barely adequate to read the menu but they were afforded an uncommon degree of privacy for a restaurant and could talk quietly so as not to be heard by the other patrons.
After they were seated. Harry excused himself, briefly, to use the bathroom. Fortunately his dick was only partly erect. When it was fully erect and hard it made it almost impossible to pass water. He was successful, washed his hands, and returned to the table. Upon his return he settled in and looked up at his date.
"My treat, Harry."
"Are you sure?" Harry probed.
"My commission on your purchase is more than enough to cover. Besides, consider this to be a small gesture of my sincerity. I'd like to be your friend, Harry."
"Thank you Pansy." The waitress delivered her wine and his beer. They raised and clinked their glasses as Harry declared the toast, "To friendship." Pansy blushed and smiled, though the blush was difficult to see in the dim lighting.
"Let's order. I'll tell you my story after the food is delivered and the waitress leaves us alone for a while."
"Ok," Harry said.
Harry ordered the steak and kidney pie while Pansy ordered bangers and mash. The waitress hurried off to fulfill their order. There was an awkward silence as Pansy gave Harry her best come hither look to him.
"Do you like your job," Harry finally asked, breaking the ice.
"Oh I do, very much. There was nothing for me in the wizarding world. So I decided to pass as a muggle and use my basic Slytherin instincts to my advantage as a sales clerk. I was very fortunate to find this position. I had a moment of panic when Mister Fanshawe was interviewing me and asked that I return with information about my bank account so that he could deposit my earnings. I went running to Gringotts to ask what I could do and they set up dual accounts, one at Gringotts and one in a muggle bank. The credit card came with the deal, but I'm sure you have a very similar arrangement. The base pay is meager but I earn a commission for my sales and I do well enough. Men are not complicated creatures, after all, and I usually have my way with them, especially the older gentlemen. So the commission earnings are good and Mister Fanshawe allows me to use the small flat over the shop as part of my compensation. So, all things considered. It's a great job in the muggle world and my sales skills are perfectly suited."
Harry wasn't surprised. "I watched you with that customer, Pansy. You have a talent for stroking the male ego. I'm very impressed. I watched you have your way with the gentleman. Typical cunning Slytherin. It didn't escape my attention either that your selections were well suited for him. You have a good eye for those things."
"I do Harry, and thank you for saying so. But I'm afraid it isn't going to last."
"Why?"
"Because Mister Fanshawe wants to retire. The shop is for sale, the entire business actually, but there has been no expressed interest so far."
"Pansy, I'm curious to know, tell me truthfully, if the measuring routine you put me through is the same as with your other clients?"
Pansy giggled with great mirth before answering. "No, Harry. I was toying with you. Honestly I was amazed that you did not grab me, throw me down, and rape me on the spot. You are a hard one, pun intended Harry Potter, but you succumbed in the end." At this she licked her lips lasciviously.
The waitress brought their food and, asking if there was anything else they might require, retreated, leaving them by themselves.
"Harry," Pansy began, "were you aware that Umbridge, that horrid toad, assumed a high position in the ministry conducting investigations into wizarding families to confirm the purity of their blood?"
"Yes I did. Hermione and I disrupted one of her proceedings, freeing the victim under interrogation."
At this Pansy looked at him with what could only be described as the kind of expression that young teenagers assume if they meet one of their heroes or a famous celebrity, what Harry thought of as a Colin Creevy look. Somehow Harry was aware that her feelings about him had shifted and taken on a new dimension. Now she was lost in thought.
"Pansy?" Harry pinged her.
"Oh, yes. Well, as I was saying, Umbridge took it as her mission to purge the magical world of anyone other than those she deemed pure blood. Perhaps, Harry, you are aware that the Parkinson surname is listed among The Sacred Twenty-Eight whose genealogy is supposed to be of the highest order of pure bloods. Despite this, Umbridge began to investigate families like ours looking for any possible hint of intermarriage with muggle born or half-bloods. She went back several generations. As it turns out, four generations back three of my sixteen great, great grandparents were either muggle born or half-blood. Three generations back four of my eight great grandparents were half-blood or less. Consequently, all of my grandparents were considered less than pure blood. My parents, then, were an abomination in her opinion."
"This all began while I was attending my final year at Hogwarts. My parents did not share any of these troubles with me. But while I was behaving so very badly towards you and your crowd that year they were under the scrutiny of the inquisition conducted by Umbridge and were suffering greatly. Imagine it Harry, at the same time that I was running riot and bullying the muggle born and half‑bloods, my own family was defending its blood purity before the inquisition conducted by Umbridge."
"Truthfully, Harry, I should not have been surprised. There were always hints, rumors, and rude little jokes passing amongst the pure‑blood families. I know my parents knew the truth and chose to keep up appearances, never mentioning it. Almost any of the whispers and rumors among jealous witches and wizards singled out every one of the pure‑blood families at various times. Milicent Bulstrode was a favorite of that kind of mocking and, I am ashamed to admit it now, I joined in. She wasn't pretty so I thought less of her to begin with so my hostility was justified in my mind."
Harry detected tears welling in Pansy's eyes. "You know, Pansy, I am thinking right now of something Hagrid said my second year. It was, 'There isn't a wizard alive today that's not half‑blood or less.' Your story seems to confirm Hagrid's opinion. Do you think all the pure‑blood families have at least a few skeletons in their closet?"
"The more I think on it the more I am convinced that there are more than a few skeletons. I wonder what Hagrid knew and how he knew it. It explains why some of those families are so obsessed with blood‑purity. Walburga Black was one the more infamous examples, as I'm sure you are aware. She was so extreme that, thinking on it now, she might have been hiding something. Bellatrix LeStrange was another and, of course, there was Lucius Malfoy. With all the money he gave to the ministry I have speculated, in hindsight, that he was buying the loyalty of the ministry to ensure that they did not scratch the surface of his genealogy too deeply. But it is impossible to know. I'm just speculating."
"Pansy," Harry began, "It takes a great deal of courage to admit when you're wrong. You might have made a great Gryffindor."
"I don't know how to take that, Harry, but I believe you mean it as a compliment. So, thank you."
"Were you aware that Voldemort was half‑blood?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort too?" Pansy's eyes were now larger than the bangers on her plate.
Harry continued, "That's why he discarded his family name, Riddle. His father was a wealthy muggle lord of a manor. His mother, a Gaunt, seduced him using a love potion. When Tom Riddle was born his father overcame the effects of the potion and abandoned the girl and her child. Tom was brought up in an orphanage where Dumbledore located him and invited him to attend Hogwarts."
Pansy reacted with an odd expression. Reaching down under the table she worked away at something and then lifted her spiked heels out from under the table and placed them on the seat beside her. Now she had that come hither look again. Harry caught his breath. Pansy had hooked her foot underneath the calf of his leg and was now slowly stroking his calf with the instep of her bare foot. Harry marveled that she could make such a simple gesture so sensuous. Not for the first time today his cock began to twitch.
"Harry, do you understand why Draco and his circle of minions hated you so much? First, you are a lower form of life in their opinion because the Potter surname is not on the list of The Sacred Twenty-Eight. But, more than that, you exhibited no shame about who are. The youngest seeker in a century, the boy who lived, a parseltongue, and I could go on. You were not worthy of all that, as Draco saw it, and he could not match any of those accomplishments. You see why he despised you?"
Pansy was now stroking the arch of her other foot up and down the front of his other leg. Harry was trying to focus on her words because he did find it all interesting but his little head was at war with his big head, competing for primacy.
"And then there was Granger. As Snape put it, 'An insufferable know‑it‑all.' But even worse, she really was every bit as smart and clever as the remainder of her professors thought she was. Draco was skilled on a broom, there was no question, and Granger was not but that was the only thing where he bested her."
How can she do both things at once? ran through Harry's mind? He had the distinct impression he was a helpless mouse being played by a cat. Now Pansy put both her feet between Harry's legs at his knees and spread his legs apart. And then she was stroking up and down the inside of his thighs with her talented feet. He should reach down and stop her, call her out, or object. But his little companion sic told his big brain to belay that thought.
"Finally there was Slughorn. When he became head of Slytherin house he offered an occasional reference to Lilly Evans, your mother. Without a doubt he regarded her as the finest pupil he had ever taught. Lilly Evans, a muggle born and a Gryffindor. And Harry, do you realize the parallels between Granger and your mother?"
Harry was still struggling to focus on the conversation but this remark snapped him back closer to the moment. Yes, she was right. What little her knew about his mother, and the story that Slughorn had shared about her, confirmed what Pansy was saying. Lilly may have been the most talented witch of her age and Hermione most certainly was. Harry had never thought about it before.
Just then the waitress arrived with the check and Pansy perused it quickly before handing it back along with her credit card. The waitress left to process the check and Pansy looked up at Harry and realized she had lost control of him as he was lost in thought about his mother and Hermione. So she brought both feet up into his crotch and gently massaged his cock and balls ever so skillfully. Harry closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation.
"My, my, Mister Potter. You've got quite a banger hidden in your pants, don't you? It puts the one on my plate to shame."
Harry was completely under her spell as it was and she then made matters far worse. Spearing the half banger on her plate with her fork she lifted the meat to her lips and brought it partially into her open mouth where she swirled her tongue around it, keeping her mouth wide open so Harry was afforded an unobstructed view. The fucking slut! Closing her lips around the banger she slid it in and out between her lips while moaning very softly.
"Your banger is even bigger and juicier, Harry. I love eating your enormous banger so much. It barely fits in my mouth but I do my best. Do you love it as much as I do, Harry?"
Just then then waitress returned and Pansy continued her foot play on Harry's crotch while she completed the transaction with the waitress. As the waitress receded Pansy abruptly withdrew her feet, leaving Harry's over stimulated genitals throbbing in frustration. Seizing her shoes and bending over the outside of the booth, she quickly fastened them. Standing up she reached for Harry's hand, guided him up onto his feet, then looped her arm around his and began to march him out of the restaurant.
"Come along, pet. I want to show you my flat. We have some unfinished business there, don't you think? Unless it's getting close to your bedtime and you think it best that you returned home. I would certainly understand." The tone of this remark, taunting, revealed her insincerity. Harry was becoming accustomed to her toying with him and, he had to admit, she was very good at it.
"I'll manage," was all Harry could say.
Entering the shop and locking the door behind them, Pansy continued to hold his hand. Retrieving the bag of items he had purchased she guided him through the back room and up the back stairs. They were now in a corridor and the first door was labeled storage. Past that a piece down the hall was a door labeled simply A. The door was equipped with a keypad lock and Pansy, deftly entered the combination and pushed open the door, gesture for him to enter first. As he stepped around her Pansy brazenly groped his bum. Harry arched his back, took a quick step, and was propelled into the flat.
The room was equipped with muggle electricity and she turned on a floor lamp by the door, illuminating the room with a dim, soft light. To Harry's left was a range, counter, double-well sink, and a small refrigerator. Beyond the refrigerator was a three-wall notch in the far wall. There was a door, a clothes closet, and a closet equipped with shelves populated with pots, pans, plates and various pantry items.
"Pansy, I've been thinking. Why don't I buy the shop from Mister Fanshawe? We can be partners: 50-50. I've seen how good you are with your clients. I'm sure you'll make a success of it and I can earn a little profit at the same time. Over time you can earn your way to buy me out. Then the shop is all yours and you can continue to serve your clients with your expert ministrations."
Pansy looked at him in shock, "Are you completely serious, Potter?"
"Yes."
Whereupon Pansy rushed him, wrapper her arms around him, and quietly cried with her face buried in his chest. After several minutes Harry wanted to break the clench. "Parkinson," Harry interjected, "you're getting my new clothes all wet."
She pulled back, looked into his eyes, then said, "I would love that. How can I ever repay you?"
"I can think of a few ways," Harry said with one of his little boy mischievous smiles.
She smiled back with one of her mischievous smiles. "It's a deal. You learn fast Potter. You're going to transform yourself into a satyr yet." Then, reaching down, she briefly caressed his swelling prick. Pansy then asked if he needed to use the bathroom but he did not so she excused herself momentarily to use it herself.
Turning his attention to the rest of the room there was a small table that served as the kitchen board, a couch and one soft chair. The end of the room was dominated by a large four-poster bed with two end tables with lamps perched on them. Harry approached the bed. There were no bed curtains, just a fringe around the top, and an abundance of pillows in various shapes and sizes. Two pillows created to look like a snake were at either end of the headboard. Pansy's school robe hung on a hat-tree stand nearby.
Then Harry noticed a steel eye‑ring on one of the bed posts. In fact, there was another much higher at the top of the post and a third lower down at the level of the mattress. All the bed posts had them.
Just then Pansy returned from the bathroom. "My dear Harry, you're seriously overdressed."
Turning to look at her he was frozen by the sight before him. She had changed into a different bustier corset, only this one was a scarlet red leather garment with demi cups supporting her luscious breasts. Her nipples were fully exposed and the fetching swell of her breasts was expertly accented. Pansy's areolas were large, approximately two inches in diameter that were topped with puffy nibs pushing out nipples that were protruding out three-eighths of an inch. Scanning down her body this bustier left a generous portion of her midriff exposed and accented her curves quite erotically. Harry's cock was now at full attention.
Scanning down to her vulva there was a pronounced and swollen mound, ever so sexy, with an ever so minimal sheer red thong, through which her neatly trimmed bush was visible. Her pussy was puffy and meaty with small lips that pushed down against the shear fabric. A self-supporting stocking with lace tops sheathed her sexy legs, beginning a generous five or six inches below her quim and flowing down into those red spiked heels.
Pansy approached him in those high heels which caused her to sway her hips seductively.
"Here, let me assist you, sir," and she reached for his belt.
Harry was having none of it. After what she did to him earlier in the dressing room, it was payback time. Seizing her under her arms he lifted her straight off her feet as she squealed. Lifting her another foot he flung her onto her back on the bed. Swiftly he dove for her pussy, stripping the sheer thongs off with his teeth and tearing the fragile strings of the wispy garment in the process. He pulled it out of his mouth and flung it aside. Then he dove in.
Applying every technique he knew he licked and kissed her meaty outer lips while just barely grazing her inner petals. He kept this up for several minutes, occasionally licking and sucking on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Pansy was impatient and sized his head and tried to direct him according to her pleasure. Harry's dominant side had emerged and he lifted his head and pulled her hands away. Then, looking past her, he spotted the leather straps attached to the eye‑rings on the headboard posts. Following the straps to their end he saw leather cuff restraints.
Harry rose up, straddled her body, reached down under her shoulder blades then lifted her torso off the mattress and flung her further up the bed. Her head banged against the headboard. Now he sat on her chest, those soft tits pressing against his bum. She was helpless under his weight, though she thrashed with determination. Harry rapidly secured her wrists in the cuffs, first one and then the other. She was a fighter and pulled and panted against her restraints.
Those thrashing legs needed to be subdued now and Harry spotted a second set of leather straps and cuffs hanging from the eye‑ring near the top of the bedpost. Seizing one leg and extending it up and splitting it out to the bedpost he deftly attached the cuff, repeating the same procedure for her other leg.
Harry then admired his handiwork. Flat on her back with her arms restrained out and above her head she continued to struggle against the bonds. Her legs were stretched into the air and split out wide. Her pelvis was tipped up giving him complete access to her nether regions, her anus as well if he so desired. But now Harry reconsidered his plan of attack. He should not have started with her juicy pussy when those erotic tits were straining for his attention. So he began to ever so lightly kiss, lick, nip, fondle, pinch, and squeeze her inviting tits. Taking his time, he was really enjoying himself. Pansy was moaning and thrashing beneath him all the while which Harry loved.
After fifteen minutes he moved down to her belly and gave her abdomen and vulva the same treatment. Licking and slathering over the red jewel in her navel was whimsical on his part. Licking and sucking and petting her vulva but not descending to the little hood over her clit absolutely drove her crazy and gave him a sense of power and control. The beast within him was growing stronger but he restrained himself and spent a good ten minutes applying this treatment.
Finally he straddled her in a sixty-nine position with his cock dangling over her face but just out of reach. Like the Greek myth of tantalus his intention was to tempt, not to satisfy. With her pelvis tipped up like that he finally dipped down and went back to work on her, now dripping, pussy. Her moans, and gasps, and frustrated grunts, and wails only provided more incentive to Harry. It was a least five minutes before he began to suck and lick her inner lips, another five before he split them and licked into her wet core, another five before he inserted one, two, and eventually three fingers into her now soaked snatch, another five before he inserted his thumb into her back door and began to fuck her with his fingers, and finally he flattened his tongue against her nubbin and began to sweep it side to side.
Pansy immediately exploded into a thrashing, wailing orgasm and flooded Harry's face and hand with juices. He maintained the assault for another five minutes and she had two more equally powerful orgasms in that time.
After that Harry got off her. Reaching up he released her ankles from the cuffs. Then, splitting her legs apart and wrapping them around his waist he commanded her, "Dig those heels into my bum and prove to me how much you crave this cock."
Lining his swollen member to her inner core, he slammed into her without hesitation. As wet and aroused as she was he met no resistance. True to his instructions she dug her heel into his bum and tried to pull him back with every withdrawal. Harry slammed into her fiercely. He was paying her back for the teasing without mercy in the restaurant. As he pistoned into her, slamming the ridge of his pelvic bone into her clit with each thrust, he felt her orgasm rise and the region beneath her vulva began to flutter. While not as strong as the previous three, she was now in a continuous orgasm spasm that ebbed and flowed and continued for as long as he was willing to pound her flooded cunt raw.
As Harry's balls began to tighten he reached under and wormed three fingers into her back door. He could feel his thrusting cock through the thin wall of flesh separating her anal canal from her cunt and his orgasm overwhelmed him. Harry had never cum so violently before and after filling her sopping cunt with his seed, he collapsed on top of her and lost consciousness for a few minutes.
When he recovered he released her hands from the cuffs and she gratefully wrapped her arms around him. Completely sated and content she had been feeling his champion cock begin to soften inside her for the few minutes he had been unconscious. It was the most delicious feeling and she thrilled to it. He was still inside her when he awoke.
Whispering into his ear she said, "Sweet Morrigan Queen of witches, Harry, that was the best fuck of my life, and not just the best but multiples of times better than any other. Better than all previous fucks added together. You, Harry, are an incredible, no – a magical stud." Pansy was still thrilling in the afterglow and, after a pause, she asked, "How was it for you?"
"Honestly?" he inquired.
"Yes, my stallion. Of course."
"It was the first fuck of my life and I need to ask you something: am I always going to pass out like that?"
Pansy tried to hide her shock, then her pride that she took his virginity. "No, my stallion. You won't. You have absolutely fucked my brains out, my stallion, and I will never forget this one."
"Me as well, Pansy. Thank you."
Had he really just thanked her? He had trussed her up like a pig for slaughter, fucked her like a demon satyr, abused her pathetic little cunt with his horse cock, and then thanked her for the privilege. Fuck! This kid is so unlike any of the boys she had ever known.
Then she found her voice, "It was absolutely my pleasure, my stallion. My great, great pleasure."
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