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July 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Pansy - His Brat
🕑 Added 2024-07-31 15:59:01 +0000 UTCThe front door to Grimmauld Place rattled in its frame as Harry slammed the door closed. He stormed inside, dripping wet with purple-coloured stinking sap, leaving nasty footprints with every step he took.
“Someone looks like they had a fun trip back from King’s Cross Station,” Sirius grinned as he poked his head out from the drawing room. “You didn’t happen to detour through a swamp, did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” Harry said through gritted teeth as he headed for the staircase.
“If it was a fashion choice, I can’t say I approve of it,” Sirius said as he followed Harry, carefully avoiding the messy footprints. “There’s plenty more practical ways you can show your creativity.”
Harry counted to three in his head to calm down. When it didn’t work, he tried taking a deep breath.
“Sirius, I’m so damned close to snapping,” Harry told him. “I’ve had a hell of a time dealing with this already. I just want to take a shower and get this stuff off of me.”
“Oh, you won’t be able to get it off with just water,” Sirius commented casually.
Suddenly, Harry stopped dead in his tracks halfway up the stairs. He turned his head ever so slowly to look down at Sirius’ amused face.
“What did you say?” Harry asked with forced politeness.
“That looks like the sap from a violet bloodroot, a pretty rare plant but one that a lot of pure-blood families know about because of its use in poisons,” Sirius said, clearly holding back laughter.
Harry suddenly glanced up at the sap dripping off of his brow with a great deal of trepidation. Horrible thoughts ran through his mind. He was sure that at least a few drops had gotten into his ears and up his nose, and he still remembered the foul taste of the sap when he’d gotten a mouthful of it just as he was leaving the Hogwarts Express.
“You mean to tell me that this stuff is poisonous? What would happen if I ingested any of it?” Harry asked nervously.
“Your blood would start to boil in your veins until they exploded,” Sirius said cheerfully. “Of course, that only happens if the sap has been boiled down first. Lucky for you, it looks loose enough that you should be fine. Probably.”
Harry shot Sirius a look that made it clear he wasn’t amused. “Is there an antidote, just in case?”
“It takes a day to make—the potion needs to simmer overnight—but I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Sirius answered.
“You’re putting a lot of faith in this,” Harry pointed out.
“Well, I’d be more worried if you were showing any of the normal symptoms of poisoning,” Sirius replied. “You’re not feeling a sinking feeling in your gut, are you?”
“Other than the one where I’m wondering if my godfather doesn’t care about my health and wellbeing as much as he claims to, no,” Harry told him dryly.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Sirius chuckled. “You literally killed Voldemort just a few months ago. There’s no way that the fates planned for you to die to something as stupid as a violet bloodroot.”
Harry gave a dramatic sigh, if only to annoy his godfather a little bit. “I’m going to go shower to try to get cleaned off.”
“Be sure to scrub lots with extra soap!” Sirius called out after him. “I hear it can stain your skin if you’re not thorough.”
Harry grumbled the rest of the way upstairs. Honestly, why did Pansy Parkinson have to be such a brat to him? Wasn’t it enough that she insulted him every time he passed her by in the corridors? Now, she had to resort to childish pranks like this.
This had been going on for years now, ever since they were first years at Hogwarts. Back then, she’d always hung around Draco and seemed to take his lead with all of those snide comments and idiotic insults that made them all laugh. Over the years though, she seemed to go out of her way to insult Harry and his friends, but she seemed to really hone in on Harry. Even now that they were back at Hogwarts for their eighth year now that Voldemort was dead and gone, she still wouldn’t let these stupid insults go. It didn’t matter that they were both eighteen and adults now; she was just as immature as she was at thirteen.
He’d hoped that a short break away from the castle would’ve been enough to give him the chance to recharge his energy to deal with her bratty behaviour, but she just couldn’t let him leave without one last parting gift. It’d happened right as he’d stepped off of the Hogwarts Express and onto Platform 9 & 3/4. A bucket had just so happened to float above his head and tip forward, spilling all of this sap on him. He turned around to see Pansy’s grinning face as she skipped past him, clearly pleased with her efforts.
Apparating away in front of everyone had been a humiliating experience. He could only begin to imagine the ridiculous headlines they’d run in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. They might even go so far as to put out a special evening issue dedicated just to him. And Pansy would definitely be rolling around on the floor, completely overcome with laughter at whatever was said about him in the articles.
By the time he reached the shower, Harry was back to being fuming mad. He stripped out of his sap-covered clothes and tossed them into the shower before he stepped inside. He cranked the heat up high and started scrubbing his toned body clean of all of that sap, which seemed to have found its way into every nook and cranny on his body. It even formed webbing between his toes!
Getting his hair clean was the hardest part. He shampooed his hair three times and ran his fingers through it over and over again until his scalp was rubbed raw. Eventually though, he got rid of the last of the sap.
Kreacher must have brought him a spare change of clothes while he was showering, because he found some laying out on the counter top for him. Before he got dressed though, he wiped away the steam from the mirror and looked at himself.
With a sigh, he saw that a fair amount of his skin was still purple.
Back in the shower he went, and then again for a third time after he still hadn’t quite gotten every last bit of him clean.
Nearly an hour later, Harry finally got out and dressed himself before he headed back downstairs. His messy footprints had been cleaned up—again, probably by Kreacher since Sirius couldn’t ever be bothered to clean up after himself.
“Aww, I was hoping you’d missed a spot,” Sirius pouted as Harry entered the drawing room. The older man was sitting back in an armchair with a couple books at his side and a glass of whiskey on the table next to him.
“I thought you’d given up drinking,” Harry said as he sat down across from his godfather.
“Turns out that giving up on drinking gave up on me,” Sirius replied cheekily as he picked up his glass and downed it in a single gulp. “Besides, how else am I supposed to relax after a long day of work? Speaking of which, you look like you could use some relaxation too.”
“Go on then,” Harry agreed.
Sirius conjured another glass for Harry and poured in a healthy amount of whiskey before summoning a couple of ice cubes from the kitchen and dropping them in the glass. He passed it over to Harry, who took a long sip from it, enjoying the burn down the back of his throat as he swallowed it.
A moment of silence fell between the two men before Sirius let out his trademark bark-life laugh.
“So, who was it that got you like that?” Sirius asked.
“Pansy Parkinson,” Harry replied dourly, taking another sip of his whiskey.
“That’s the girl who’s been bugging you for years now, right?” Sirius asked. When Harry nodded in affirmation, he laughed again. “I can’t believe of all people my godson would end up having to deal with a magical brat.”
“A magical brat?” Harry repeated in confusion.
“I guess you’ve never heard of one before,” Sirius chuckled. “It’s a bit of a rare phenomena in our world, but a few crop up every generation. They’re witches who have an innate desire to annoy and aggravate powerful wizards until they get put back in their place, so to speak.”
The way Sirius waggled his eyebrows at Harry made it perfectly clear what ‘putting a magical brat back in her place’ meant. If there was one thing Harry could count on Sirius for, it was knowing an exorbitant amount about uncommon sexual practices.
“You’re having me on, right?” Harry asked.
“No, no, it’s a real thing,” Sirius replied as he picked up one of the books he’d been reading. “Here, take a look yourself.”
The dusty old tome was opened to a page with a picture of a tall, powerful wizard standing next to a rather seductive-looking witch wearing long strips of fabric that barely covered any of her important bits. She was sitting down on the floor at the wizard’s side, staring up at him lovingly while fingering the collar she had around her neck. There was a chain connected to the collar, which was held loosely in the wizard’s hands.
MAGICAL BRATS, the title of the page read. Harry skimmed the subsequent passages, picking up on the important bits at least, and his eyes steadily grew wider as he read on.
“This can’t be real,” Harry said as he finally looked up at Sirius.
“Oh, believe me, it is,” Sirius grinned. “You have your very own magical brat to deal with. She’ll keep on annoying you until you finally give in and make her yours.”
“How do you know she’s actually a magical brat like you claim she is?” Harry asked quickly.
“The signs are all there,” Sirius argued. “Tell me, has she been slowly ramping up her antics with each passing year?”
Well, yes, Harry supposed she had. But that didn’t mean that Pansy Parkinson of all people wanted him to fuck her!
“Yes,” Harry said hesitantly.
“And she’s not doing it for anyone else’s approval, right?”
At one time she had. She’d loved showing off however she could for Draco, but that had started to fade back in their third year. Thinking back on it now, the last time he’d really ever seen Pansy and Draco hanging out together outside of class and meal time at Hogwarts wasn’t since they were a part of the Inquisitorial Squad together back in their fifth year.
“No,” Harry confirmed for Sirius.
“Well, there you go!” Sirius exclaimed. “Besides, I’ve seen magical brats before, and all these stories you’ve told me about Pansy over the years fit the bill perfectly.”
“Like who?” Harry asked.
“Dumbledore had plenty of them back in the day,” Sirius answered. “Even up until the time of his death, the occasional magical brat popped out of the woodwork and tried to get by his side. Of course, he was interested in men, so he turned them all down. I guess he was firm enough to convince them to find someone else powerful enough to latch on to. That was what happened to Bellatrix after all.”
“Your cousin?” Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. She’d been a thorn in their side for years, even nearly killing Sirius at the Battle at the Ministry at the end of Harry’s fifth year. She was finally back in Azkaban now, having been captured at the Battle of Hogwarts.
“Yup,” Sirius nodded. “She used to get in trouble at Hogwarts all the time just in the hopes of getting into Professor Dumbledore’s office so that she could annoy him. It eventually came to a head, and he made it clear that nothing was ever going to happen between them. I guess that’s when she went off and found another powerful wizard she could latch onto: Voldemort.”
That was a startling revelation, but it did make a few things clearer. Bellatrix always had an incredibly devoted relationship to Voldemort. She was an utter fanatic, and even a casual insult towards her master would lead to the harshest rebuke.
“One of the popular theories is that magical brats help train powerful wizards to become the leaders of tomorrow,” Sirius continued. “You have to be firm, dominant and controlling with them. Doing that is the only real way to confirm if they’re a magical brat or not. A normal person would be turned off by what you’re doing, but a magical brat will bow to your will and follow your every command. They might argue back and act bratty, but that’s just to test you. You need to be a bit rough with them and remind them of their place, and they’ll end up thanking you for it.”
“Do you mind if I keep this book?” Harry asked. “I’d like to read a bit more on this.”
“Go ahead,” Sirius replied before he gestured to the other books next to him. “I pulled all the books our library has on them. Reading through them might help you figure out your next steps.”
Harry certainly hoped so, because once he encountered Pansy again, things weren’t going to be the same between them anymore.
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“Look, Scarhead’s back,” Pansy snickered as Harry stepped into Defence Against the Dark Arts class. “I was really hoping you’d’ve been run over by a trolley over the break.”
A couple of other Slytherins laughed—new seventh years who were in Ginny’s year—but the rest didn’t. Harry had earned a certain degree of respect from most of them for what he’d done to cleanse the rot of the Death Eaters from Hogwarts.
“Shut up, Pansy,” Harry snapped back quickly.
“Or what?” She asked challengingly, placing her hand on her hip and offering him a teasing smirk. “Gonna do me in like you did the Dark Lord?”
“No, I have something different in mind,” Harry responded, putting just the slightest bit of huskiness into his voice.
It was something he’d read to do in one of Sirius’ books. It took him most of the Winter Break to get his tone and inflection just right to match the tone his godfather used whenever they were at a bar and he wanted to chat up a pretty lady. If Pansy really was a magical brat, there was no way she’d miss out on his subtle change of voice.
And sure enough, he saw her back straighten up as stiff as a board. Her eyes were on him, and there was an intensity and a hunger in there that Harry couldn’t believe that he’d never seen before.
There were no doubts in his mind anymore. She wanted him.
Harry headed for his seat then, ignoring Pansy’s belated insult as she finally regained control over her senses. It would aggravate her to be ignored like this, which was exactly what he wanted from her.
Class carried on as normal. The rotating cast of Aurors who headed the position for the upper-year students led to the class being a bit of a mess, but Harry didn’t mind that much. It meant that there were fewer essays for him to write and a greater focus on practical, in-classroom casting. It probably also didn’t hurt that as the vanquisher of Voldemort, he was granted a tremendous amount of leeway and respect in the classroom from both his fellow students and the Aurors assigned to teach them.
Auror Blackburn, a young recruit from France, who was only in his mid-twenties, was a fine enough teacher. Despite his strong accent, he had a tremendous vocabulary that allowed him to simply explain complex concepts and ideas in a way that Harry resonated with. Their current unit was focused on personal defence, almost acting as a prelude to official Auror training.
Eventually, after a brief lecture, Auror Blackburn did what he always did on Fridays and had everyone pair off for duelling practice.
As soon as he told everyone to break off and find a partner, Harry beelined it straight for Pansy. She hadn’t even seen him coming, having been too busy speaking to Tracey Davis.
“You’re partnering with me today,” Harry told Pansy brusquely.
“Excuse you, Potter,” Pansy replied acidly. “But Tracey and I are already partnered up.”
“You two partner up all the time,” Harry retorted. “Today, you’re with me.”
“Where do you get off speaking to her like that?” Tracey interjected, backing up her friend. “She told you that we’re already partnered, so buzz off Scarhead.”
Harry just raised a questioning eyebrow at Pansy. Despite her initial rebuke, he could see the inner turmoil running throughout her mind. She just needed one last push.
“I’m not going to say it again,” Harry stated firmly. “I’ll see you at my desk.”
And then he turned around and strode back to his seat. He sat down and stared straight ahead, vaguely listening as everyone else in the classroom mingled and found partners of their own. He didn’t even need to turn his head to know who was coming up behind him.
“Alright, I’m here, Potter,” Pansy spat his name like it was a curse as she sat down next to him. “But don’t think I’ll ever partner up with you again.”
“Then why’d you do it today?” Harry asked.
“Because a basket case like you deserves some pity from people like me every once in a while,” Pansy answered with a smug look.
Normally, at this point in their conversation, Harry would’ve already walked away from her. He didn’t like dealing with Pansy’s insults towards him or his friends, but now that he knew what they were actually coming from, he didn’t bat an eyelid at them.
“Please, you know that’s not true,” Harry replied calmly. “From now on, you’ll partner with me whenever I say you’ll partner with me. Am I understood?”
Pansy’s mouth opened in a look of shock that he was being so commanding and calm. This wasn’t his normal behaviour at all, and it was putting her on the back foot.
“Oh, really?” Pansy finally stammered out, her cheeks turning a tinge red. “You’re going to make me partner with you?”
“Yes,” Harry said confidently. “You’ll do what I say when I say. Understood?”
Pansy’s mouth opened and closed several times before she finally replied. “Whatever, weirdo,” she muttered under her breath, but she still dipped her head down submissively and looked away from his intense gaze.
A few minutes later, everyone got up from their seats and separated around the room. Each pair stood several metres apart from each other in order to give both of them plenty of time to react to any spells being thrown their way.
“The goal is to counterattack!” Auror Blackburn announced to everyone. “One partner will shield an attack and then return fire, which should also be blocked. You must be quick with your wands!”
“I bet you’re quick with your wand,” Pansy commented snidely to Harry.
“You’ll have the chance to see for yourself later,” Harry told her.
The surprise was so much that she didn’t even manage to block the first spell Harry sent her way. He knocked her onto her arse and waited until she got up before firing another spell.
Harry casually flicked his wand back and forth, letting his raw magical power do all of the heavy lifting. He was clearly telegraphing what spells he was using by announcing them loudly and exaggerating his wand movements, but even with that help, Pansy’s shield couldn’t stand up to his blows very well. If her shield didn’t shatter outright, the force would knock her back a couple of steps.
Throughout it all, Pansy had a furious expression on her face as she counterattacked. But Harry’s lazy shields easily absorbed whatever spells she was using. He even got cocky enough to start batting her spells down to the floor, something that took an incredible amount of precise wandwork and control. And the best part was that he made it all look easy too.
Most people would’ve given up after the first couple of minutes, but not Pansy. She seemed determined to land a blow on him, and the longer the duel went, the more frustrated she got.
“Hold on a second,” Harry told her as he fired off another disarming charm.
“What?!” Pansy snapped at him as she staggered backwards as his spell struck her shield.
Harry turned his head and let out a very dramatic yawn, holding it in place several seconds longer than he needed to.
Pansy’s head looked like it was ready to explode from the way she was tensing up. Suddenly, she snapped her wand forward and unleashed a blasting curse.
Without even pausing his yawn, Harry batted the spell away like it was nothing.
“I asked you to hold on for a second,” Harry told her once he finally finished his yawn.
“I did,” Pansy replied snarkily. “It’s not my fault your yawn lasted more than a second.”
Harry snorted in amusement. She really was being as petty as she could. At least he was finally able to find amusement in it now that he knew what she was.
By the end of class, Pansy looked like she was ready to have steam come out of her ears. When Auror Blackburn called the counterattacking practice to a close, Pansy stormed past Harry, bumping into his shoulder deliberately. Harry had his feet planted firmly, so Pansy ended up getting jostled more than he did.
Harry grabbed his book bag and then followed Pansy back over to her seat. Tracey and Millicent Bulstrode were both there talking with Pansy and shooting Harry dark looks.
“Sod off, Potter,” Millicent said, though there wasn’t much bite behind her words. “Leave us alone.”
“Really? That’s the line you want to use after you and your friends harassed me for years?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “Besides, I’m not here for any of you besides Pansy. She and I will be going for a walk together.”
“Like hell you will,” Tracey snapped. “Pansy doesn’t want anything to do with you. Right, Pansy?”
Clearly, Tracey and Millicent were both expecting harsh words to come from Pansy’s lips at that very moment. To their surprise, and even a bit to Harry’s, Pansy kept her lips firmly pressed together for several seconds as she stared Harry down. He returned her look with just as much intensity until she looked away first.
“Let’s go, Pansy,” Harry ordered her clearly as he started for the door.
“You don’t have to do this,” Tracey whispered to Pansy.
“Fuck Potter,” Millicent added just loud enough to make sure that Harry heard it. “He doesn’t own you.”
“I…” Pansy hesitated, biting her lip. “Look, I’ll just go see what he wants. I’ll meet up with you guys back in the common room later.”
“Wait—” Tracey tried to call after Pansy, but she was already hurrying over to Harry’s side by the door.
“Let’s go, Potter,” Pansy sneered at him.
Without another word, Harry started forward, walking fast enough that he knew Pansy would struggle to keep up with his pace. She started following behind his heels as they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts.
If anyone found it strange that Pansy was following behind Harry Potter of all people, they didn’t comment on it. Sure, Harry received more than a few strange looks, but everyone knew that he could handle himself if he ever got into trouble.
Harry led Pansy all the way up to the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor. The room’s location was an open secret among Hogwarts students by now, so the room’s use had become strictly regulated by the professors and the house-elves. It could only be used if a student had a permission slip from one of the professors, which would bypass the wards Headmistress McGonagall had placed around the room. Luckily enough for Harry, McGonagall had given him free reign over anywhere in the castle, even access to the other houses’ common rooms.
Simply pacing three times back and forth along the blank stretch of wall revealed a simple wooden door. Harry pushed it open, leading straight into a perfect replica of the Slytherin common room. The murky green light and black leather sofas provided a rich atmosphere for what Harry intended to follow.
“Come in,” Harry told Pansy as he stepped inside.
“If you wanted, we could’ve just gone down to my common room,” Pansy sniffed as she followed him in. “I’m sure no one would curse you in the back.”
“If I wanted to take you there, I would have,” Harry retorted. “Now, come over here.”
He walked on down to a long sofa in front of a fireplace. With a flick of his wand, he ignited the logs inside of it, providing some warmth to this otherwise chilly room. Then, he sat down.
When Pansy made to sit down across from him, Harry stopped her.
“No; stay standing,” he ordered her.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Potter,” Pansy said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
“I can and I will,” Harry snapped back. “You’ll stay standing until I say otherwise.”
“Make me,” Pansy reported challengingly as she made to sit down.
A quick flick of his wand froze Pansy perfectly in place. Only her eyes were still able to move, and they glared at Harry.
“You think I don’t know what you are, brat?” Harry said confidently.
Pansy’s eyes widened slightly, and he knew he had her.
“You’ve been nasty to my friends and me for years now,” Harry continued. “And I only just now realised why. You’re a magical brat. You don’t really want to annoy me; you actually want me to put you back in your place. I’ll admit that I’ve been remiss in my duties for some time now, but that changes today. From now on, I’ll be the master you’ve always wanted. I’m going to unfreeze you now, and when I do, I expect you to remain standing.”
He flicked his wand again, and Pansy stood up straight.
“Good brat,” Harry smiled at her. “Now, why don’t we get started. Come over here and lay down across my lap.”
“You want me to do what?” Pansy exclaimed, recoiling slightly.
“You heard me the first time,” Harry rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“You’re just a pervert trying to get off on this, aren’t you?” Pansy retorted.
“Really? Projecting yourself onto me? I bet if you lifted your skirt right now, we’d see that your panties are completely soaked,” Harry replied. “I’m just following through with my promise that you’ll see that I’m not so quick with my wand. I’m giving you exactly what you want, but only if you obey. Now, come here. For making me repeat myself, you can be sure that your punishment will be increased now.”
“Punishment?” Pansy asked, looking torn between fear and excitement.
“Did you really think this was going to be easy for you?” Harry laughed. “You’ve been a brat for so long, and brats deserve to be punished when they disobey their master. Don’t make me tell you a third time now.”
Finally, Pansy walked right over to his side. She got onto her knees on the sofa next to him and gingerly laid herself down across his lap.
Harry grabbed the edge of her skirt and flipped it up, revealing her pale, shapely arse. Her two plump cheeks looked absolutely divine, and she had a pair of dark-green panties that were caught up in the crack of her arse.
He couldn’t believe that he was actually about to do this. He had Pansy Parkinson laid down across his lap, and he was finally going to punish her for everything that she’d done to him and his friends over the years. And then he was going to fuck her and make her his.
Merlin, just the mere thought of it alone was enough to make his cock hard.
“I’m going to spank each of your cheeks once for every year I’ve had to put up with you, including this year,” Harry told her. “Then, you’ll get an extra spank on each cheek for not obeying my order the first time. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Pansy whimpered, moving her long, dark-brown hair over her right shoulder so that it would be easier to look up at Harry.
“Yes, master,” Harry corrected her.
Suddenly, she looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eye. “There’s no reason to call me master,” she smirked.
“You just added another spank to your pile,” Harry said as he pulled his hand back. “Count them off, brat.”
With more force than he intended, he spanked Pansy’s arse hard. Her cheek rippled under the force of his blow, and her entire body rocked forward. Harry had to bite back a groan at the feeling of her belly rubbing across his erection.
“One!” Pansy squeaked out, clearly surprised at the strength he used.
He spanked her other arsecheek just as hard, if only for consistency.
“Two!”
As Harry went back and forth, Pansy kept calling out the number of spanks he’d given her with a feverish dedication. She never stalled or talked back even once, though her voice did tremble a bit as she started to get more sore.
It amazed Harry to witness Pansy’s arse get more and more red with each spank. His hand wasn’t quite leaving imprints yet, but just seeing her arse shift in colour was enough to excite him beyond belief.
When Pansy reached eleven, she elicited her first moan. It was quiet, and she quickly bit her lip to stop any more from leaving her mouth, but it was still the sweetest sound that Harry had heard all day.
“Let your voice out, brat,” Harry said commandingly as he spanked her arse hard again.
“Twelve!” Pansy cried out, wiggling back and forth. It looked like she was trying to shake her arse at him, like she was begging for more.
Harry complied, and on strike thirteen, Pansy let out a loud, primal moan. She was getting off on this, and so was Harry.
The last few strikes were just as hard as the first, and by the end of it, Pansy’s arse was red like a tomato. She was quivering in his lap, trying to rub her thighs together to find some type of relief for herself. But more than anything else, she was pushing down on his erection, trying to gauge his size.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?” Harry asked Pansy as he delicately rubbed her reddened arse.
When no response was immediately forthcoming, he reeled his hand back and delivered a sharp spank.
“Yes, master!” Pansy answered instantly.
“Good girl,” Harry cooed, letting his hands move towards the crack of her arse. The silk fabric of her dark-green panties felt wonderful against his fingertips. He trailed downward until he reached a wet patch over her cloth-covered pussy. “Looks like you’ve certainly been enjoying yourself.”
“Yes, I have,” Pansy whimpered, trying to readjust herself over Harry’s lap so that his fingers would touch exactly where she wanted.
“No moving,” Harry snapped and gave her another spank.
Pansy yelped but did exactly as Harry said.
Returning to his ministrations, Harry grabbed the edge of her panties and gently pulled them aside. Pansy’s pink pussy glistened in the candlelight, showing just how wet she was for him.
Yes, she was his brat, and he was going to be her master now.
“I’m going to put you in your place, brat,” Harry said lustfully. “Get on your hands and knees on the sofa.”
It took Pansy a moment to get up off of his lap. Her legs were still shaking a bit from the spanking, but she managed to crawl off of him and position herself right next to him on the sofa.
Looking down at her, Harry was struck by how beautiful Pansy had become in recent years. She’d grown into her scrunched face, making it quite pretty now, and her hair was silky and gorgeous. He just wanted to grab a handful of it when he…
You know what, that was exactly what he was going to do.
Harry eagerly undid his belt and tossed it aside before getting to work on the rest of his clothes. He could see Pansy trying to peak back at him without being too obvious about it. Clearly, she didn’t want to be punished anymore for doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
His cock throbbed when he finally exposed it to the air. It was long and thick, and it’d been a bit much for even Ginny to handle at times. He was going to have a lot of fun with Pansy knowing that he didn’t have to be careful with her. According to the books Sirius lent him, magical brats loved getting fucked as roughly as possible.
“I’m going to ruin you today,” Harry said as he moved up behind her. He didn’t even bother getting her out of her Hogwarts uniform—it was hotter this way. What he did do was grab her panties and pull them right down to her knees, leaving her hairless slit perfectly primed for his cock. “You’re going to be my personal brat for the rest of your life, or until I tire of you. I’m going to fuck you when I want, do to you what I want, and you’re going to obey me completely. Is that understood?”
“Yes, master,” Pansy whimpered. She slowly started to push her hips back in search of his cock.
Harry pulled away and delivered another sharp spank to her arse.
“You’ll wait until I decide it’s time for me to fuck you,” Harry told her sternly. “Sluts like you don’t get to decide when that happens.”
“Yes, master,” Pansy replied eagerly. “I’m just a filthy fucking slut. Your opinion is the only one that matters.”
Merlin, she was going to be the one to ruin him if she kept talking like that. It suddenly made sense to him why Voldemort kept a psychotic woman like Bellatrix around him for so many years. The sheer amount of power that Harry felt was intoxicating, and knowing that Pansy would do anything he wanted her to set his mind alight with possibilities. But those possibilities would have to wait for another time. Right now, he couldn’t wait to fuck Pansy for even another second.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Learn to obey, and you’ll go far.”
“Yes, ma—MASTER!” Pansy screamed as Harry thrust his entire length into her tight, trembling pussy.
Harry, like any other man, had needs. His sexual ones had, other than a brief stint with Ginny a day after the Battle of Hogwarts, gone unfulfilled. Certainly there was no lack of potential partners who were willing to throw themselves down at his feet and beg for the chance to sleep with him, if only for a single night, but that made them all utterly common in Harry’s eyes. They had no distinguishing features that made them enticing. Pansy, on the other hand, was exceptionally distinguished in his mind. She had been a thorn in his side for years, and fucking her felt like a victory after a long-fought war. The fact that she was a magical brat and wanted to be dominated by him only made it all the more exciting.
Finally, he was able to let loose his inhibitions and give her everything that his body needed to get out.
Harry grabbed a handful of Pansy’s silky hair and yanked her head back sharply as his other hand encircled her pretty little neck. She gasped as he lightly choked her, giving her just a taste of what was to come.
“You’re mine,” Harry murmured huskily into her ear. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, master,” Pansy replied eagerly as her pussy squeezed his cock. Her insides were so wonderfully hot, wet, and tight.
“That’s right,” Harry groaned. “Good girl. Now, tell me, how do you want me to fuck you.”
“However you want,” Pansy replied quickly.
Harry chuckled. “You caught onto the game quickly. Good. I like a nice, submissive bitch who knows her place. And what is your place, brat?”
“To be beneath you, however you want me,” Pansy moaned. “Whether that’s to be someone who protects you or fights for you, sucks your cock or gets fucked in the arse by you, or anything else that your heart and mind desire.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Harry said. “Something like that deserves a special reward, and I think I have just the thing in mind.”
“Master?” Pansy questioned.
“As a present, I’m going to fill you up with my seed,” Harry told her just before he pulled his hips back and slammed into her tight pussy again.
Pansy cried out in pleasure as Harry started to fuck her seriously. Each thrust sent her body jolting forward, but Harry’s tight grip on her hair and around her neck prevented her from going anywhere he couldn’t reach. Her body simply bounced back and forth and Harry fucked her hard and rough, exactly the way both of them wanted it.
Although Harry wasn’t spanking Pansy’s arse anymore, that didn’t stop his powerful thrusts from making his hips smack harshly against her reddened arse. The sound was nearly as loud as his spanks, and Pansy’s pussy kept tightening up around his cock each time he went balls-deep inside of her.
Even though he was giving his all in fucking her, Harry’s cock begged for more. The feeling of Pansy’s walls massaging his cock each time he pushed in and out of her was driving him insane with need. Each thrust made his pleasure grow, and it also grew his desire for more, to reach new heights.
“Yes, that’s it,” Pansy moaned as Harry rammed into her. “Give it to me.”
“Fuck, your voice…” Harry groaned. She sounded so sexy when she begged him like that, and her moans were making him feel animalistic.
Harry tightened his grip on Pansy’s throat until he felt her shiver in delight around him. It helped that his balls kept smacking off of her clit with each thrust he made into her. Her pussy was practically overflowing with her juices that dripped down to his thighs. He pounded away inside of her pussy with everything he had, going harder than he ever dreamed possible. Nothing seemed too intense for either of them.
“Yes, master! Yes, master!” Pansy cried again and again until her voice gave out. She tried again to form some sort of a coherent sentence, but her voice came out all strangled as her pleasure made it all too much for her. She ended up just moaning, one of the few sounds her pleasure would allow her to make.
When Harry felt a tremor run through Pansy’s pussy, he knew that she was desperately close to cumming. She started clenching around him in an uncontrollable, random pattern that left Harry gasping for breath from how wonderful it felt. She was trying to milk his cock before she finished first, but Harry wasn’t going to allow her even this small victory. He needed to be the one to cum last, if only to assert his complete and utter dominance over her.
Harry let go of her hair to give her arse another harsh spank. She cried out in pleasure from the blow, and again when he delivered another in time with an exceptionally rough thrust into her depths. He knew he had her when her back arched more than it ever had before and she gave a throaty moan.
Pansy collapsed forward, squealing in ecstasy as her body bucked from the power of the orgasm that ran through her. Harry ended up falling forward with her, pinning her body down onto the sofa as he kept roughly fucking her spasming pussy. Her walls were desperate to keep him locked into place, but Harry didn’t let that stop him. He kept powering forward, using his strong muscles to dominate her body utterly to his will until—
“Fuck!” Harry groaned as he exploded inside of her pussy. A flood of his sticky, white cum shot deep into her womb. Her pussy helped to squeeze out each spurt, which seemed to go on far longer than normal. Harry kept pumping his hips against her arse, making sure that every last drop of his cum shot out into her pussy.
Even when their orgasms finished, Harry didn’t let Pansy get up right away. He kept her pinned there with her arse up in the air, letting his cum stew inside of her pussy for a few moments more. They were both gasping for breath from the intensity of it all.
Overwhelmed, Harry grabbed Pansy’s jaw and turned her head to the side so that he could kiss her. The second their lips met, Harry felt a spark unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. She put up a decent show of force before she resigned to his will and let him take the lead.
After getting his fill, Harry broke off the kiss and got off of her. His cock was a mess, thoroughly covered in Pansy’s juices.
As he sat down next to her, Pansy’s knees finally gave out. She rested on her side, and Harry watched as his cum dribbled out of her pussy and down the curve of her arse.
Pansy took a deep breath and sat up, meeting Harry’s gaze.
“You came before me,” Harry said with a disapproving tone. “That’s selfish behaviour that only a brat would exhibit. As punishment, you’ll make my cock nice and clean using your mouth.”
Pansy didn’t hesitate to move into action. As she curled up next to him and took the head of his cock into her mouth, Harry let out a contented sigh and stroked her hair lovingly.
Pansy may be a brat, but she was his brat.
Comments
MorieldeCaelum
Wasn't there a part 2 to this with Tracy? Or am I just imagining things?
Beckendwarf
Such a fun pairing! I always love seeing their dynamic
Erinnyes
Damn, this is hot enough to burn and a ton of fun throughout. Awesome work.
Pierrick Giannetti
Vive le Hansy ! Et merci beaucoup
Kevin Thunder
Nice. Such an underused and underrated pairing. Glad you're doing it justice.
jp9901
That was hot!
