Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

English is not my mother tongue.

Chapter 4

The days passed peacefully, approaching the first Hogsmeade weekend. Harry had not yet had new sexual contact with any other classmate, having sex with Luna or Su almost daily, with the three getting together sporadically when they had a longer break from studying.

On Friday night, Harry was in the Gryffindor common room with Neville, Lavender, Parvati and Padma who went to visit her sister. The five of them were discussing their plans for the next day's outing.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow," said Lavender, arranging her golden curls. "I need to buy some more things at Honeydukes."

"And I am in dire need of more parchment and ink," added Padma, laughing.

Parvati nodded. "We could start with Zonko's. Seamus was saying there are some new play pieces there."

Harry agreed with a smile. "Sounds like a good start. And then? Did we find Ron at the Three Broomsticks?"

Neville, who was leafing through an Herbology book, looked up and suggested, "We could stop by the Hog's Head later. Maybe we can bring some Firewhiskey to the castle. What do you think?"

Lavender and Parvati exchanged excited looks. "Great idea! " said Parvati.

As they discussed the details, Harry found himself recalling the moment he defied Voldemort through an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. The duel that followed was less catastrophic than he had feared. There were few deaths, as Voldemort was too confident in his own power. Harry, armed with a determination to protect his friends and the wizarding world, managed to disarm and ultimately destroy him with a well-placed Sectusempra to the neck. The memory always brought him a mixture of relief and sadness for the lives that were still lost in battle.

"Harry, are you there?" Neville called, interrupting his thoughts. "What do you think of our schedule?"

Harry blinked and went back to focusing on his friends. "Sorry, it was far away. Of course, Zonko's, Honeydukes, then Three Broomsticks to find Ron and at the end, Hog's Head to talk to old Aberforth and smuggle Firewhiskey to the castle. It looks perfect."

"Where will Luna be tomorrow?" Padma asked. "Will she join us?"

Harry shook his head. "She mentioned that she wanted to stop by the thrift store to look for some rare items. Maybe she'll join us later."

"And Su?" asked Parvati. "She always seems so busy."

"Su has a lot of homework to finish," Harry explained. "She'll probably be in the library most of the time."

Lavender patted Harry on the shoulder. "Let's make sure you have fun tomorrow, then. No need to worry about studies or battles. It's a day to relax."

Harry smiled, enjoying the camaraderie. "I'll try, Lavender."

With their plans decided, they continued talking about school, the latest gossip and expectations for the future. Neville commented on the new plants in the greenhouse, Lavender talked about a new novel she was reading, and Parvati and Padma discussed the latest issue of the wizarding fashion magazine.

As the night progressed, the common room began to empty, with students heading to their dorms. Harry, still sitting with Neville, Lavender, Parvati and Padma, was taking the time to relax and connect with his friends.

Later, Harry was making his nightly rounds through the halls of Hogwarts, as usual, when he spotted a furtive figure. As he approached, he recognized Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin with whom he rarely interacted. Curfew had already passed, and Pansy knew that getting caught would mean serious trouble, especially given her father's involvement with the Death Eaters.

"Parkinson," Harry called, voice firm. "You know you're out of bed after curfew."

Pansy stopped, panic evident in her eyes. "Please, Potter, don't tell on me. I can't have a blemish on my CV. I… I'll do anything you want."

Harry was silent for a moment, pondering the implications of what she had said. He knew he had power over her at that moment and decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Anything?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Pansy nodded vigorously, hope lighting her face. "Yeah, anything. Just don't take points from Slytherin and don't tell on me."

Harry looked around to make sure they were alone and then approached her, his gaze fixed on hers. "Then come with me."

Harry took her to a classroom in a little-used wing of the castle. As much as he wanted privacy, he didn't trust Parkinson with the knowledge of the room of need. He maintained a neutral expression while Pansy, visibly nervous, awaited his instructions.

He sat down in a chair and looked at Pansy, who was standing nervously. He gestured for her to sit down, and she complied, visibly tense.

"Parkinson, why were you outside the dorms at this time?" Harry asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Pansy sighed, looking down at her hands. "My family is in trouble, Potter. Ever since my father was arrested, our accounts have been confiscated. We're out of money and... I needed to find a way to help."

Harry raised an eyebrow, curious. "And how does that involve going out after curfew?"

"I...I've been smuggling some forbidden goods into the castle. Nothing dangerous, just items that the students want and pay well for. It's the only way I've found to make any money," she explained, shame evident in her voice.

Harry pondered for a moment, considering her situation. "That's risky, Parkinson. What if you were caught by someone else?"

"I know, but I have no choice," she murmured, eyes fixed on the floor.

Harry took a deep breath, thinking about the best way to deal with the situation. "Look, I'm not going to report you this time. But you need to stop this. I'm going to see if I can find some way to help your family. I can't promise anything, but I'm not going to ignore your cry for help."

Pansy looked up in surprise. "Would you do it?"

"Yes, I would. But you have to promise not to do anything illegal again," said Harry, looking straight into her eyes.

She nodded vigorously. "I promise. Thank you, Pott.. Harry. Thank you, Harry."

Harry stood up, signaling that the conversation was over. Before he could say anything, Pansy approached, giving him an ingratiating look.

"Harry, you really are different than I thought," she murmured, her eyes shining in a way he hadn't expected.

"Thank you, Pansy," he replied, still confused.

She pulled out her wand and, with a quick movement, conjured a comfortable bed in the corner of the room. "Maybe we can resolve this another way."

Harry was surprised by her audacity. "Pansy, we don't have to do this."

She smiled, a smile that mixed nervousness and desire. "I know, but I want to thank you in my own way."

Harry hesitated for a moment, watching his colleague closely.

Pansy had piercing eyes, which were often hard and dismissive, but they didn't show that now, just her nervousness. Her features, however, remained well defined, with a small nose and full lips that often curved into a smile, but which Harry immediately imagined them wrapped around his cock. His posture, usually haughty and confident, would be beautiful to break.

Harry pulled her into a searing kiss, immediately dominating the kiss. Pansy was taken by surprise, but responded with equal fire. After a short moment, where he squeezed her round ass willingly, eliciting a moan from the girl, he pulled away, pushing her to her knees.

Pansy immediately began pulling down his pants and boxers at the same time. She recoiled in shock as his huge cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp of surprise when she saw him hovering over her.

Harry moaned, his eyes closing as she began to stroke him. She started slowly, feeling every vein on his dick.

She began to gently kiss the sides of his penis, licking the veins that stood out through the pulsing surface in her grip, leaving the shaft covered in saliva and lipstick.

Pansy continued to stroke him while licking his massive balls. She thought about the amount of sperm that could be accumulating inside them as her tongue worshiped the wrinkled skin. He alternated between placing each sperm-filled ball in his mouth and gently sucking them, leaving them wet with saliva and stained with lipstick, just like the rest of his manhood. Her nose pressed against him as she licked his scrotum, being tempted by his scent.

She took his cock into her mouth, sucking slowly, trying to get as much of it into her mouth, until Harry lost his patience.

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and began adding his own thrusts to her attempts to swallow him. With the additional force leveraged by his hips, Harry finally breached the opening of Pansy's throat. His throat spasmed around his invader, massaging Harry's length with his unconscious attempts to find oxygen.

Harry didn't pull away, just thrust deeper with each thrust, feeding her inch after inch. He used his grip on her hair to ravish her face back and forth, treating her mouth like a pussy as she struggled beneath him. Pansy's throat crushed under his relentless assault, copious amounts of saliva bubbled from her lips, strands clinging to Harry's manhood, others dripping down his face and covering his chin in a shiny, sticky mess.

Pansy became dizzy as she was slowly deprived of oxygen, her head swimming under the weight of insatiable lust. His fists beat lightly against Harry's strong thighs, but they had little chance of pushing him away as he violently chased his release. She had never been so aroused in her life, feeling dominated and filled.

Her pussy soaked her panties and thighs with her arousal despite the lack of stimulation. Pansy was becoming even more dizzy, her struggles becoming weaker as Harry's cock continued to block her airway.

"GLURK! GLURK! GLURK!" Harry continued ramming his cock down Pansy's throat, causing a relentless shudder of shame and heat to course through her panicked body. When she was almost passing out from lack of oxygen, Hrry let out a deep growl and pulled his cock out.

She barely had time to catch her breath before a jet of hot liquid splashed into her face. Pansy opened her mouth wide, screaming in surprise as Harry released strand after strand of white cum onto her face. She tried to swallow what fell into her mouth, but it was too much, and some ended up running down her chin.

After recovering from his orgasm, he saw that Pansy was still breathing slowly and was worried that he had been too rough with her, but he saw that she had slept with a content smile on her face. Noticing this, as well as her soaked panties, he relaxed.

Seeing that he wouldn't be able to return the favor today, Harry laid her down on the bed they hadn't used in the end, used a cleaning charm on her, and returned to his chambers, pleased with how the night had turned out and looking forward to Hogsmeade the next day. .

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