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The rattle of a key in the door told Harry that Pansy was finally back home. He quickly picked up his half-empty bottle of butterbeer off of the table and stretched out on the couch so that it didn’t look like he’d been purposefully waiting up for her. No matter how many months went by, he never seemed to be able to settle until he knew that his flatmate was back home safe.

The door swung open and crashed against the wall inside of their tiny flat in Diagon Alley, and Pansy stormed inside in a huff. She looked gorgeous as always with her black hair pinned up elegantly and wearing a beautiful, form-fitting, violet dress robe—clothes were the one area in her life that she refused to skimp on—but the look of fury on her face marred her features. It reminded Harry of the scowls she used to get back at Hogwarts whenever she saw Harry, Ron, or Hermione succeed in any way.

“Bad date?” Harry asked as Pansy slammed the door closed behind her.

“No, it was bloody wonderful,” Pansy snapped as she threw her purse onto the kitchen table. She stomped her way past the couch to the small corridor that led to their rooms. She rushed inside her room and left the door open, but she wasn’t visible from Harry’s angle. “Another wonderful date with another wonderful bloke. It was just so fucking perfect!” She shouted out of her room at him.

Harry snorted at her anger. He’d long since gotten used to Pansy’s explosive outbursts, and he knew that she wasn’t really directing her anger towards him. This was just how she vented, and once he learnt that, it started to be funny to him.

“Oh, well, that’s good,” Harry replied cheerily as he took another sip of his butterbeer.

Pansy returned from her room a moment later. She’d removed the pins from her hair and let her naturally-straight black locks flow smoothly down her back. She’d also changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They were muggle-made, and they showed just how much she’d changed since their time at Hogwarts nearly two years ago.

“Gimme,” Pansy said as she snatched the butterbeer out of his hand.

“Hey!” Harry protested, but he didn’t try to take it back from her.

Pansy drained the rest of the bottle. “I’ll get you another one,” she said as she strutted over the fridge. She grabbed two more bottles and popped the caps off before walking back over to the couch. 

“Budge up,” she said.

Harry swung his legs off of the couch and Pansy plopped down in the now-vacant space beside him. She shoved one of the butterbeers into his hands and took a sip of her own.

“So, rough night?” Harry asked again, knowing that she’d be more open to talking now that she’d expressed her frustrations.

“You could say that again,” Pansy replied bitterly. “It’s like every idiot out there just tries to impress me with their money or their fancy job and expects I’ll fall on my back and spread my legs for them.”

“Well, you are a well-known slag—” Harry said teasingly, only to be interrupted by Pansy’s fist hitting his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I ever became friends with you at all,” Pansy shook her head. 

“Because of my charming personality?”

“Try again.”

“Because it pissed off Malfoy?”

“Partially, but no.”

“Because you decided to suddenly become a good person in our year back at Hogwarts after the war?”

“I was always a good person,” Pansy insisted sincerely, only for the two of them to chuckle a moment later. “Right, well, I guess that was probably it. Someone had to take in the basket case after his girlfriend broke up with him and his best friends were too busy sucking each other’s faces off to notice how sad he was.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t that sad.”

“You looked like a lost puppy,” Pansy cooed.

“Yeah, well, worked out for me, didn’t it?”

Pansy took a sip of her butterbeer. “I suppose. Now, you get to live with the greatest flatmate of all time: me.”

Harry snorted. “You mean the flatmate I always have to cook for.”

“It’s not my fault I was raised with a house-elf,” Pansy argued. “But it is your fault that we didn’t get one, despite how many wanted to come work for you for free.”

It didn’t feel right, not after Dobby, at least not so soon. Even though he still had some mixed feelings about cooking, given his upbringing being forced to cook for the Dursleys, he liked it more when he had an appreciative consumer. 

“How did we veer away from talking about your night out?” Harry frowned.

“You called me a slag,” Pansy answered helpfully.

“Ah, right,” Harry said, suppressing a chuckle he knew wouldn’t be appreciated. “So, what was wrong with tonight’s bloke? Who did you even go out with anyway.”

Pansy looked like she’d just sucked on a sour lemon when she answered. “Zacharias Smith.”

The chuckle he’d been trying to suppress came out as a full-bellied laugh. “Smith? You went out with Smith?”

“Shut up,” Pansy snapped at him. “You’re the one who told me to keep my options open and to give people a second chance.”

“Yeah, but Smith? Really?” Harry shook his head and drank some of his butterbeer. 

“He was nice enough when he asked me out last week,” Pansy scowled. “Then he spent our entire supper talking about how stupid and terrible his boss is—he works as the assistant equipment manager for Wigtown Wanderers Quidditch team—and how he should be in charge instead. After boasting about how good he was about maintaining his broomstick for twenty minutes straight without so much as taking a breath, he asked if I’d be interested in going back to his flat and having a taste of a real man. I told him he could go work on his broom-polishing technique alone.”

“That sounds like something you’d say,” Harry laughed. “How did he take it?”

“Called me a stuck-up cunt,” Pansy answered with a sly smirk forming on her lips. “Told him that at least one of us was able to experience what that was like and that if this was how he treated women, he’d still be stuck using his hand for the rest of his life. He apparated out pretty quick, leaving me to come back home alone, again.”

“At least you’ve got my charming company to make up for it,” Harry grinned.

“Not quite the type of company I was hoping for,” Pansy replied dryly. “It’s been seven months since my last shag, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Tell me about it,” Harry grumbled.

“Oh? Mister popular can’t find a fangirl who’s willing to fuck him?” Pansy asked sarcastically.

“You know they’re not my type,” Harry replied, thinking back to his last disastrous attempt at dating. The woman he’d gone out with just so happened to take him to the same restaurant a group of her friends were at, and she was so happy to show him off to them before insinuating what they were going to get up to after they’d eaten.

“Not unless they look like your mum,” Pansy quipped.

“Ginny doesn’t look that similar to her,” Harry groaned.

“So you say,” Pansy smirked.

“You have no grounds to criticise my choices after you chased after Malfoy for years,” Harry retorted.

Pansy’s face went a deep shade of red. “You promised to not bring that up again.”

“Well you promised not to bring up redheads again.”

Pansy threw her hands up in exasperation. “Sometimes I wish I'd just killed you during the Battle of Hogwarts and saved myself the trouble of dealing with you.”

“Please, you’d be bored without me,” Harry argued.

“And still desperately horny,” Pansy groaned. She slunk down lower in her chair and dropped her empty bottle of butterbeer on the ground.

Not for the first time since they’d become flatmates, Harry took a good look at Pansy out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t blind; it was impossible to ignore how beautiful she’d become since Hogwarts. Her face used to look too scrunched and tiny for her body, but she’d lost her baby fat and her face had grown to a normal size. Her high cheekbones, petite nose, and soft brown eyes were enough to make her prettier than most of the other girls in their year at Hogwarts, but she had so much more to offer beyond that.

Pansy always had perfect hair. It didn’t matter what time of day or night it was, whether she’d just come in from the rain or a hot summer’s day; she just always seemed to have beautiful, straight black hair that glistened vibrantly. It led down to her slim frame and her two perky breasts that stuck out noticeably, especially when she wore tight tops without a bra on around their flat. Her arse was nicely rounded and full, making her look incredible in any type of jeans or shorts that she commonly wore.

All in all, Pansy was easily among the top five best-looking women in their year. That alone wasn’t enough for Harry though; there were always plenty of beautiful women vying for his attention. What made Pansy stand out was how great of a friend she was.

He’d been shocked into silence when Pansy had apologised to him back at Hogwarts when everyone returned to do their seventh year again. At first, he’d thought that it was a trick, but her genuine desire to change for the better proved itself eventually. Pansy became nicer and more helpful to the younger students, and she even helped stamp out the overt discrimination towards muggle-born students in Slytherin. 

That wasn’t to say that she was always perfect, but it was those times where she failed to live up to her new self that really showed what type of woman Pansy was. Most people would easily give up and fall back to their old behaviours. Pansy didn’t do that. She confronted her failings head-on and tried to make up for them. 

Pansy truly had become a great woman and a good friend to him.

“Are you eyeing me up?” Pansy asked, amusement evident in her tone, when she caught him staring at her.

“No,” Harry replied far too quickly.

Pansy grinned and rolled onto her side to face him straight on. “You were!” She gasped exaggeratedly. “Potter was checking me out!”

“Like you haven’t done the same to me before,” Harry grumbled as he finished off the last drops of his bottle of butterbeer.

Pansy shrugged. “I suppose fair’s fair.”

“If you’re so horny, why don’t you head out on Diagon and ask around,” Harry suggested, trying to get the focus off of himself. “I’m sure there’s plenty of good-looking blokes who’d take you up on an offer.”

“And deal with all of the creeps? No thanks,” Pansy replied. “You don’t know how hard it is to find a half-decent guy around here. Besides, even if I did find one, there’s no guarantee that they’d be any good in bed.”

“Such a hardship,” Harry shook his head. 

“Hey, I get it’s hard for guys to find a girl who doesn’t act like a dead fish in bed, but at least you don’t have to deal with girls who cum the instant you slide inside of them and then roll over and fall asleep,” Pansy argued.

“Talking from experience?”

“Too much experience,” Pansy groaned. “You remember our last Christmas party when you came back with Tracey and I was with Anthony?”

“Mm hmm,” Harry hummed.

“Well, while you were busy having the time of your life fucking Tracey for hours, Anthony finished in twelve seconds flat and had the gall to ask if I’d orgasmed too,” Pansy deadpanned. “And then he decided to go to sleep, and I had to stay up listening to you to go at it like rabbits because you’d forgotten to put up a silencing charm.”

“Woops,” Harry’s cheeks went pink. He tried to be discreet and courteous, but he supposed that he and Tracey must have both been too drunk to remember to put up his usual array of privacy charms.

“Yeah, woops,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “And that was the last time I had sex. So, thanks for leaving me with the memory of Tracey being fully satisfied while I was stuck alone.”

“Sorry,” Harry said sheepishly.

“Merlin, I just need to get someone to shag me like how you shagged Tracey,” Pansy whinged.

A too-familiar fantasy of his bubbled up into Harry’s mind. Living with such a beautiful woman did leave him a little frustrated at times, especially when Pansy chose to wear lighter, revealing clothing during the summer months, but he’d never acted on anything. With their history, he just assumed that anything between them like that was off the table.

Apparently not though. At least, not if what the current look on Pansy’s face meant what he thought it meant.

“Say, Harry,” Pansy said with a sugary-sweet tone. “We’re friends, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry answered.

Pansy bit her lower lip. “Do you think we could still be friends if we . . .”

Was she actually suggesting this? It was almost like something plucked straight out of one of his late-night fantasies. 

Well, he already knew the answer to this question. He just wondered if the rest would play out like it did in his fantasies.

“I think we could,” Harry answered honestly.

A moment passed where the two of them just stared at each other unblinkingly, almost like neither of them could believe what they had just suggested.

Suddenly, in a blur, Pansy was on top of him, her lips on his. A rush coursed through him as he felt her tight body against his. They’d hugged, of course, and even snuggled on the couch together once after an evening of drinking a few months back, but none of those times had ever felt as good as this.

Every curve, every soft mound of flesh, every source of heat seemed so much more intense. Harry lost himself in Pansy’s lips and her body, letting his hands roam freely as he finally explored every inch of this beautiful witch.

In his exploration of Pansy, he learnt so much more about her than he ever imagined. Despite becoming a much nicer person, he quickly realised just how demanding she was. Her lips tried to dominate his, and if she wasn’t happy with where he was touching her, she moved his hands to the right spots. For instance, she was ticklish on the skin just beside her hips, but petting the small of her back in a downward motion made her grind against his crotch needfully. 

“Draco would be so jealous to know how big your cock feels,” she murmured when she pulled out of the kiss. 

“Please don’t mention him while we’re doing this,” Harry replied, not wanting to think back to his nemesis at Hogwarts.

“Why not?” Pansy asked teasingly. She hooked her thumbs beneath the hem of her shirt and started slowly tugging it upwards. “You know, he begged and begged for me to fuck him, but I was never interested. He ended up going after Millie instead, and she told all of the girls how bad he was in bed. Word spread throughout Slytherin, and he eventually confronted us about it. Said he’d be the best we’d ever get to be with and that no one else could compare, not even Potter.”

Pansy straightened her arms above her head and lifted her shirt up past her chest. Her decent-sized breasts jiggled in her black bralette. The material was sheer enough that he could make out the dark circles of her nipples. Pansy tossed her shirt aside and drank in the sight of his eyes roaming her chest.

“Draco was always pestering me and Daphne and Tracey to fuck him,” she continued. “We always shot him down of course, but that never stopped him from trying. He even reached out to me a few months back to ask me out.”

“And?” Harry asked, half distracted by the visual feast in front of him.

“I turned him down,” Pansy said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He whined and insinuated that I was unsatisfied fucking you. Obviously, we hadn’t hooked up, but I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind of what it would be like to be with you. Would you make me scream like you made Tracey scream? Would I cum all over your cock and beg you to never stop fucking me?”

Pansy’s hands had worked their way beneath Harry’s waistband as she talked to him. Her tiny, delicate hands wrapped around his thick shaft, and she started stroking him.

“I want to find out,” Pansy continued sultrily. “I’m so wet right now, and I need you inside me.”

Harry couldn’t take anymore of this. He grabbed hold of her thighs and flipped Pansy over onto her back, intent on giving her the best sex of her life.

There was a flurry of activity as both of them shed their clothes and then reconnected their naked bodies together. Harry could feel the heat coming out of her sopping wet pussy along the underside of his cock as he pressed against her. As desperately as he wanted to be inside of her, kissing her felt almost just as good. He locked their lips together in a passionate kiss, relishing in the feeling of her body underneath his.

Pansy didn’t seem to share his patience though. Even as she was kissing him back with just as much passion, her hands went right back to his cock like they were magnetised to it. She started rubbing the head up and down her dripping folds, teasing both of them for what was to come.

“Give it to me,” Pansy moaned as she angled Harry’s cock to just the right spot.

Harry had slept with several women before, but he didn’t think that any of them felt quite as hot as Pansy’s pussy did. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that she had a fever. He moaned as he pushed his hips forward, sinking into her wet, tight depths. Pansy let out a little squeak herself as Harry’s cock stretched her out, but that reaction was nothing compared to the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Oh fuck,” Pansy hissed. She grabbed Harry’s arse and pulled him the rest of the way inside of her and held him there. “Merlin, you feel so much thicker inside of me.”

Every inch of Pansy’s pussy was writhing around Harry’s cock. It felt like she was trying to massage his cock, and it left him breathless.

“Your pussy feels amazing,” Harry told her.

“As it should,” Pansy smirked up at him. “There’s no one in the world as good as me.”

She made a convincing argument, and Harry wasn’t willing to test her on it. Her pussy felt like it was made for him, and having her beneath him on their couch felt right.

Pansy stretched her legs out wide as Harry started to rock back and forth inside of her. He felt sympathy for the men who’d blown their loads too quickly inside of her; he understood now just how incredible she felt. But, unlike them, Harry wasn’t going to finish so quickly. He took his time adjusting to the pleasurable sensations of her body, and then, once he was ready, he really started to give it to her.

If sinking into her pussy for the first time made her eyes roll back, Harry knew that his proper routine would make her scream his name in no time at all. He pulled his hips back slowly, letting her feel every inch of him slowly leaving her, making her really feel the loss of him and how big he was. He could see Pansy’s face brimming with anticipation along with a certain urgency for him to hurry up, but he knew his business and wasn’t going to change just to satisfy her in the short term.

Once just the tip of his cock was inside of her, Harry slammed forward but stopped short of filling her completely. All of the air in Pansy’s lungs left in the form of a deep moan, and just before she could suck in a deep breath, he slammed the rest of the way inside of her.

“Fuck!” Pansy cried as her hands scratched down Harry’s back, searching for purchase. “More!”

Harry did exactly that, and Pansy cried out just as loud as the first time. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” She moaned louder and louder as Harry continued to thrust into her pussy.

Once he’d set up a steady rhythm, Harry changed it up on her. Instead of stopping halfway inside of her, he fully slammed into her pussy. He pounded into her again and again, feeling her walls writhing around him as Pansy moaned and cried out in pleasure.

Pansy’s pussy was practically gushing around his cock. She was so wet that it was a wonder that she hadn’t stained the front of her jeans earlier. It made Harry’s thrusts inside of her smooth despite how tight she was around his cock.

“Touch my clit,” Pansy practically begged him as she grabbed the back of his head and started kissing him again.

It was a little awkward to do with how fiercely Pansy was kissing him and how hard he was fucking her, but Harry eventually managed to find her clit with a couple of his fingers. He didn’t know how sensitive she was there, so it took a bit of experimentation to find just the right amount. As he quickly discovered, she loved it when he touched her clit directly. He could apply a modest amount of pressure, but not for too long lest it overwhelmed her. But once he got his touch down just right, Pansy was like putty in his hands.

How many nights had he dreamed about Pansy moaning like this beneath him? It was like a fantasy come true, only it felt so much better. Her walls were pulsing around his shaft, trying so desperately to make him cum inside of her, and it was working. He could feel himself building up to a great big explosion.

“Harry,” Pansy moaned as she pushed his head away. She tried to say something more, but her mouth wasn’t working right. Instead, her moans just came out louder as she threw her head back. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, and her walls fluttered around him more frantically with each passing second until . . .

“Fuck!” Pansy screamed.

It was a more powerful orgasm than Harry had been expecting from her. Pansy screamed and thrashed about like a woman possessed as her orgasm overrode her entire body. She twisted and turned beneath him, gasping for breath while simultaneously forcing it back out as she expressed her sensation of pure bliss.

“Pansy, I’m—” Harry groaned. Her walls kept squeezing him so fucking good that he couldn’t hold out any longer.

With a loud moan, Harry exploded inside of her. It felt like those months of not having sex had compounded his orgasm tonight inside of Pansy. He was practically seeing stars in front of his eyes as he spewed out every drop of cum he had available deep inside of Pansy’s pussy.

When the last drop of cum left his cock, Harry collapsed on top of Pansy. Both of them were fighting to catch their breaths as they basked in the afterglow of what they’d just done.

“I’m an idiot for not jumping into your bed sooner,” Pansy said possessively as she kissed him.

“I feel the same way,” Harry chuckled.

“Good,” Pansy replied, her eyes flashing with lust. “Then you’re sharing my bed with me tonight, and I expect several repeat performances before the morning.”