"Happy Birthday!"
The voices sang from all around him as Harry blew out the candles atop a large chocolate cake. He wasn't as addicted to chocolate as Pansy was, but he was sure that Dobby's work in the kitchen would prove to be as exquisite as ever. The faces around him probably meant more than the cake and the presents anyway.
Pansy and Luna were there of course, standing on his left, while Hermione and Sirius were to his right side. Since the party was being held at Grimmauld Place, Flora and Hestia were in attendance as well, hanging back a bit from the crowd. Tonks and her parents had come along also, adding in a touch of family, even if it was somewhat distant. She happily tried to tease Harry as if he were nothing more than a younger cousin anyway.
If he had been nervous around girls, it would have worked much better for Tonks, but Harry hadn't been like that since before he was with Pansy. Come to think of it, his confidence in general had been much greater since she came into his life. It was one of the many benefits she had brought him over the course of their relationship.
The gathering was small enough that they decided to have it in the drawing room instead of the rather massive dining room. It made things a bit more intimate, plus it gave Sirius a reason to chuckle at the thought of Kreacher grumbling about having to clean up after a party for anyone other than a proper pureblood. People had spread around the room, sitting on various chairs and couches while the small pile of gifts was on a desk at the end of the room. According to Hestia, she had to give Kreacher very specific instructions for him to get things ready properly since he and Sirius could hardly stand each other.
His godfather had been unable to contain his glee at introducing Hermione as a brilliant young muggleborn witch to the grumpy old elf who had scowled and muttered as he had gone off to hide in some other part of the large old townhouse.
Hermione had found Sirius' home very fascinating, even if the decor left something to be desired. Personally, Harry didn't mind the snakes and whatnot- his prejudices against Slytherins had died pretty hard over the last couple of years. In fact, after all the horror movies he had watched with Pansy, he thought the setting was kind of enjoyable in an odd way. Then there was the enormous Black family tapestry that covered one wall which was of interest to almost everyone.
Especially with all the scorch marks where people had been blasted off by Walburga (Sirius' delightful mother) and others of her ilk that had been some of the most hardcore blood purists around for ages.
Harry had spotted where Sirius had once been but his eyes drifted off to a Charlus Potter.
"You're related to the Potters?" Hermione asked, as she had seen the same thing.
"Of course."
"Why is that a surprise?" Hestia asked. "If you go back far enough, everyone in this room is related, other than you Hermione."
"What? Really?"
"Only by marriage, in my case," Ted piped up. "I'm a muggleborn like you, which is why Andi was removed from the tapestry."
"Aunt Walburga was a nightmare," his wife added. "I wish my sisters hadn't been foolish enough to go ahead with their arranged marriages. Look where they ended up. I was never willing to marry some idiot just because his blood was pure enough for the standards of awful people like most of my family."
"That was one of the many good things about running away when I did," Sirius said. "I was still sixteen, so they hadn't tried setting me up with anyone. With my reputation as a disappointment and trouble maker, they might not have had any takers anyway. At least, not of the right sort according to my parents."
"Where did you go?"
"I had originally thought of going to my great aunt Dorea's, but she was ill at the time, so I ended up staying with Harry's grandparents. Dorea was also James' aunt, so we were related by marriage fairly closely, although I can't remember exactly how close by actual blood."
"I do remember another Black somewhere in the Potter family," Hestia said, and she continued as she noticed Hermione's questioning look. "I've always been fascinated by genealogy. It's been awhile since I went through the Potters though. But the point does stand. All magical families have intermarried over the years. There are only so many of us to go around. In fact, Harry is our fifth cousin."
"Wow, I didn't know that," Harry replied.
"Your grandfather Fleamont's maternal grandmother was a Carrow. She was cousins with our great, great grandfather."
"If you look over here," Sirius said as he stood and walked over to one side of the tapestry before continuing. "Note the names Longbottom, Yaxley, and Crouch. The blast mark right there is where Cedrella Black was before she married Septimus Weasley, Arthur's father.
"I also see Bulstrode, Crabbe, Flint, Macmillan, Prewett, Rosier... many of those family names might sound familiar to you. Prewett is of particular note. Molly Weasley was born a Prewett. I'm related to the Weasleys you all know as distant cousins on two different sides. It goes back a few generations, but that's how the magical families tend to be. I don't remember any Lovegoods though."
"You would know if you were related to us," Luna replied softly with a dreamy smile. "My family has traveled a lot and therefore the Lovegoods have married foreign witches and wizards more than most British families. For example, one of my grandmothers was from Sweden."
"That explains the blonde hair," Hermione suggested.
"No, that's actually from the other side. My Swedish grandmother was a redhead."
"Speaking of redheads, Fred and George were going to try to stop by," Sirius added. "I like those two. However, they weren't sure if they could make it. They were hoping to smuggle in some firewhisky, but I told them I had plenty.
"Besides, if someone's going to get my godson drunk for the first time, then you can be damn sure it's going to be me." Most of the room chuckled, although Hermione appeared somewhat disapproving and Andromeda merely rolled her eyes.
Meanwhile, Harry looked over at Pansy who smirked and nodded briefly.
"Uh, actually Sirius, it's a bit late for that." There was a moment of silence before Tonks and Sirius started a wave of laughter that swept across the room.
"Harry, what am I going to do with you?" Hermione scolded. Then she turned to Pansy. "I suppose this is your fault?"
"Are you expecting me to be a good influence on Harry? I thought I was supposed to be the 'wicked Slytherin witch who was corrupting the famous boy who lived' according to all the gossip." Pansy smirked at Hermione's guilty blush. "I hang out with Parvati and Lavender a fair amount, so yes, I've heard what you have called me as well."
"Harry, I'm not sure if I should be feeling proud of your precociousness or upset at missing out on another milestone. Did you have a hangover?"
"Yeah Sirius, it was awful. I'm in no hurry to do that again any time soon."
"Agreed." Pansy raised an eyebrow when Sirius looked over at her. "I'm his girlfriend and we live together. Of course I was with him when we both had too much to drink."
"I sometimes forget how close you two are," he shrugged. "Sorry. Still, I'm going to have to teach Harry the proper technique so he will enjoy it more next time. Learning your limits is a good idea."
"Agreed," Tonks said. "I remember my first few disasters when drinking. I'm just glad mum never caught me any of those times."
"I bet you're a fun drunk," Harry said.
"I'm always fun."
"There's no way you're more fun than me," Sirius challenged. "I wrote the book on being a fun drunk."
"Children, behave please," Andromeda teased. "As the one responsible adult here- and no Ted, you don't count either- I am going to have to veto any drinking at a fifteen year old's birthday.
"Apologies, Harry, but you'll have to wait till next year to have that kind of party."
"Fair enough."
Harry wasn't a huge fan of drinking anyway, not after that awful hangover last summer. Pot brownies were so much more fun, yummy, and without the nasty side effect of waking up feeling like he was dead. Besides, he wasn't sure if Hermione would be very fun while drinking, assuming he could talk her into it in the first place. Luna, on the other hand, he worried more about not wanting to make her sick; he could already imagine having to keep her from having a sixth or seventh white russian and then trying to hold all that hair out of the way while she vomited later.
He grinned to himself at these thoughts, so much more relaxed than he had been over much of the last year. Even with Riddle and his minions out there, somewhere, Harry was having a pretty great summer so far.
He ended up opening his presents shortly thereafter, and the most notable one by far was the enchanted mirror that Sirius gave him. It was part of a set that he and James Potter had used back when they were at Hogwarts together, another heirloom passed down to Harry. That would have been nice enough, but he also saw the utility of such a thing and soon had Sirius teaching him the enchantments used to create them.
Harry was going to make at least one more set, so that he and Pansy could talk with Luna whenever they wanted. Between being in a different year and house at school, not to mention all the traveling she did with her father, it would make all of them a lot happier to be able to keep in touch so much more easily.
Sirius used this time to also speak of his beloved motorcycle, which he had heavily modified with magic that he couldn't wait to go over with Harry. Unfortunately for him, it was going to have to be another occasion, as the sun was already setting by that time and he would need more daylight to properly show off his pride and joy.
Besides, Harry needed to get home for his private celebration with his amazing girlfriend. He wasn't sure exactly what she had planned for him, but the look on her face when she came home with two bags brought back from her shopping trip a few days before hand promised a very enjoyable night.
When he woke the next day, Harry was still a bit sore from the previous night. He could only imagine how Pansy would feel.
The girl in question was sleeping soundly, spooned in front of him, and he could see a red spot on her neck just beneath her ear left over from their intense exertions. Harry knew that he must have had a few marks of his own. Pansy liked to bite and scratch occasionally when things got really heated.
And they had been so very heated for his birthday. When your girlfriend surprises you by dressing up as a sexy French maid, there is no other choice but to shag till you can't move. He smiled as he thought of the fact that he could check another couple of positions to try off the list. However, surpassing half a dozen rounds could even wear him out.
Hence why he woke up without any morning wood for once.
Most of her costume was draped over the dresser off to the side of their bedroom. Harry sincerely hoped that none of it had been damaged or torn last night, but he supposed that the mending charm could fix that if necessary. He was absolutely going to make sure she wore it again.
It was interesting how she tended to be the one to come up with ideas like that more often than he did. Harry realized that he should probably try to be a bit more creative for her sake. Pansy would probably love it if he came up with some sort of kinky roleplaying scenario that would tickle her fancy.
Thankfully, he had several months before her birthday or Valentine's Day came around again.
But it did make him pause and recognize that they hadn't yet celebrated an anniversary. Harry wasn't sure what date they should pick. The first day they talked and got to know each other? Or the first time they kissed? They couldn't go with their first date since they had already been together for months by the time that happened. Pansy had never mentioned it either, but he supposed he should ask her about it one of these days.
He felt her stir beside him and she drowsily moaned. He wondered if she was going to doze back off, but a moment later, she rolled over and smiled at him.
"Good morning."
"Morning sweetheart. How do you feel?"
"Not too bad." She lifted the sheet and looked down. "But thank god you didn't poke me awake today. I would have to curse you if you had."
"Lucky me," he chuckled. "Apparently, even I have my limits."
"Don't pout, Harry. I have a couple other things for us to do today anyway. But first, I think I'm going to need a nice long bath. You might want to take a shower before I do."
"Do you want to eat first?"
"That sounds good." She pulled the sheet up over them both, trying to be somewhat mindful of Dobby who had loudly disappeared with a pop after they got home the night before. Poor little guy knew exactly what they were going to be doing. "Dobby?"
"Good morning, miss Pansy. Ready for breakfast?"
"That would be wonderful, Dobby."
With two snaps of his fingers, trays for each of them appeared loaded with food. He must have realized that they would be really hungry. Harry smiled as he realized just how perfect Dobby made everything, as usual.
"Thanks Dobby, this all looks amazing."
"Master Harry is most welcome."
Dobby left with a huge smile on his face, and a few minutes later they heard him talking to his pet fish out in the main room. Harry shared a grin with Pansy as they began to eat.
When he was finished his breakfast, he followed her suggestion of showering quickly so that she could soak in the tub for awhile. Just as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Pansy closing the extra bedroom door behind her.
"Am I still not allowed to know about your secret little project?"
"Not just yet, but very soon."
"Okay," Harry shrugged. "I guess I've got plenty of time to do whatever I want for awhile?"
"Yes, so go ahead and put on The Bends," Pansy teased.
"Am I so predictable?"
"I would call it obsessive."
"Well, I'm obsessive about you too," he teased in response. She pecked him on the cheek and shooed him out of the bathroom.
Once he heard the water running, Harry made his way over to the record player and started listening to Radiohead. Pansy was right, he was kind of obsessed with that album. Not that she could say much, as she had been playing the Portishead record at least once every night for the last two weeks.
It must have been half an hour later when he heard Pansy finally get out of the bath. He was already on the album's second side, and Harry could agree with Thom Yorke's idea of wishing he was bullet proof, even if curse proof would be the more relevant phrase in his life. That briefly made him wonder if the Death Eaters would be any worse if they had guns as well as wands.
Probably not, since he doubted any of them would have any skill with some 'filthy muggle weapon.' He could practically hear the sneer of an imaginary Death Eater's voice in his head.
"Harry? I need your help." Pansy ended his train of thought as she came out wrapped in a bathrobe. "I need you to cast a couple of enlarging charms on a few pieces of clothing for me."
"Okay," he replied, reaching for his wand despite his confusion. "Why?"
"All will be revealed very soon." Pansy led him into their bedroom and where Harry proceeded to follow her instructions for altering an entire outfit in several minor ways. A few inches here or there, in this place, then that, then another. Thankfully, she was very specific because otherwise he would not have had any idea how detail oriented Pansy was going to be about getting the clothes just right.
She then gathered everything in her arms and headed for the extra bedroom. Hedwig opened one eye to glare at them as they disturbed her rest but Harry was too surprised by the obvious potions set up that Pansy had brewing to notice.
"It's almost finished," she said, and then Harry realized what it must be as she scooped some of the concoction out into a cup and then placed a long silvery blonde hair into it. "Bottoms up."
Harry grimaced as she swallowed, remembering how awful the polyjuice had tasted when he had infiltrated the Slytherin common room.
"That wasn't as disgusting as I was afraid it would be." Just after she finished speaking, Pansy's face began to shift and he realized that she was still wearing the bathrobe for a good reason as her body started to grow, adding inches to her height and her curves. Harry turned around, as he was afraid that the robe might burst open and he wasn't exactly sure why Pansy was turning into Fleur Delacour.
"Maybe I should wait outside while you get dressed," he suggested as he started walking towards the door. Pansy was paying close attention to his reaction, but she didn't say anything. Harry would have been nervous if he had seen how closely she watched him.
He sat on the couch and tried to puzzle out just what his girlfriend was up to now.
"So, what do you think?" she asked when she revealed her full get up for the day. Normally, she would just be asking about her clothes, but today she was actually wearing another girl's form too. It was more than a little disconcerting.
He also noticed that she had a flask in one hand she sat down on an end table.
"I don't know. What am I supposed to think?"
"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else? Only for a little while?"
"Sort of," he said. "Not really though. When I was younger, I mostly just wanted the Dursleys to not be such evil bastards."
"What about in the magical world? I know it bothers you when people stare."
"Sometimes it does, but mostly that just makes me wish they would leave me the hell alone. I've never really thought about wanting to be someone else. Certainly not enough to go to those levels." He waved his hand at her, but Fleur's face smirked back at him with an expression that was pure Pansy and that was as confusing as anything.
"It's sort of Parvati's fault, in a way."
"Why are you blaming Parvati for this?" Harry asked and Pansy filed his defense of her away for later scrutiny.
"We were talking a few months ago and she said something about imagining having boobs as perfects as Fleur's, which made me think of how interesting it would be to be so different. Just for a day, to be..." She sighed and Harry waited for her to finish her thoughts. "To be all the things I'm not. Tall, and voluptuous, and blonde. It should be a very interesting experience."
"If you say so," Harry responded while looking askance at her. "What are we going to do while you're... not you?"
"We're going out. Shopping. Eating. Maybe a movie or something later."
"Okay." He got up and grabbed his wand and key, preparing to follow her lead. "You know, you could have just gotten a different outfit instead of making me play the role of magical amateur tailor."
"True, but it might be good practice for later." Harry looked questioningly at her, and Pansy blushed slightly. "I might have forgotten, alright? I don't always plan everything out perfectly."
Harry chuckled as she grabbed her purse and they were soon out the door.
It was maybe the twentieth catcall before Pansy started scowling at the various guys that kept whistling, calling out, or just gawking at her. He had a feeling that she wasn't enjoying this as much as she had thought she would.
He wondered once again in his head on just what she was thinking today. They'd had guys try to flirt with her before when they were out together, but it wasn't to the level of Pansy-as-Fleur and yet Harry felt strangely less jealous. Oh sure, he would still happily gut anyone that tried anything, but he wasn't quite as possessive over her since she wasn't... well, her.
Harry briefly thought of a line from a Doors song he had heard somewhere- the strange days had certainly found them.
At least she wasn't dragging him clothes shopping since she really couldn't. Not unless she had a lot more hair from Fleur to repeat today's little excursion, and that was something of a relief. He didn't think he had done anything wrong yet, but he had a feeling that if she was trying on clothes as Fleur that she would also be judging his reactions a lot more closely than usual, and that would likely lead to something unpleasant.
Girls were so much more complicated and befuddling than guys.
So far, the best part of the day might have been when they had gone to the food court and the guy who had taken their order gave Pansy her ice cream cone for free with a whole lot of stammering and some really pitiful attempts at flirting.
She had licked the cone in a completely over the top way as the poor fool watched them walk off and Harry couldn't resist beginning to giggle.
"Don't ruin my fun, Harry," she scolded him before taking another ridiculously seductive lick of her ice cream. For some reason, it only made him laugh more.
"Sorry," he replied but the grin said otherwise. "Do you think it's cold enough back there to keep him from-"
"Harry," she warned with an angry mutter.
"It didn't look like he went all the way to-"
"I swear, if you push me any further, you'll be wearing this ice cream."
"Fine," he teased. It would have been a bad pun anyway.
The fact that she was continuing to treat her cone in a way clearly meant to make men drool was pretty funny. Especially a moment later, when one guy actually walked right into a potted plant while watching her. It was enough of a surprise that she joined him in giggling as they made their way to a store selling linens.
"Do we need new sheets?" he asked as she led him inside.
"Do we want new sheets is the correct question. I think we should take a look. We certainly give them a work out." An older woman working near the door sputtered at that before she could introduce herself and ask if they needed any help.
Harry was pretty sure that was precisely as Pansy had planned it.
She led him through the aisles and he noticed that there were only a couple of other guys in the store. Both of whom were following their wives around looking rather bored and henpecked. (Not that Harry was either of those things, of course.) He guessed that she might have wanted a break from all the male attention and that was possibly why they were taking their time looking for new sheets. Well, she was looking for new sheets anyway. As long as they didn't feel too scratchy or hot, he wouldn't particularly care what she chose.
"What do you think of lavender?" she asked.
"Our classmate?"
"No, the color."
"Huh?"
"This Harry," Pansy sighed, pointing to a set of sheets that she was considering.
"I like purple," he shrugged. "Works for me."
"It's not purple, it's lavender."
"Which is light purple," he answered, smiling as she clearly became exasperated with him. "I think Lavender would probably look good in lavender too."
"Why? I suppose she would, but that doesn't seem like the type of thing you would notice."
"I just thought it would be fun to say."
"You've clearly been spending too much time around Sirius."
"Maybe so. How was your uncle Malcolm?"
"Good. He spent a lot of time asking about you, actually."
"Why?"
"I think he wanted to make sure you were still treating me well. Plus, he's obviously worried over all the rumors."
"What did you tell him?"
"That he had nothing to worry about as far as you were concerned. I've got you wrapped around my little finger."
"At least it's a nice finger."
"He's still concerned about my future, but the fact that we are a known couple actually soothed that some. You were right too."
"About what?"
"Professor Sprout. Uncle Malcolm revealed that he had indeed been corresponding with her, and she had given rave reviews over us as a couple ever since the Yule Ball. She also told him that it was about time."
"Despite teaching one of my least favorite classes, I can't help but agree with her."
"I'm getting these," she said as she picked up the lavender sheets and Harry just nodded along. It was a good thing they had gone by the bank earlier. He had no idea that bedding could be so expensive, but he would probably buy her anything she asked for that day. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.
"Have you decided what else we're doing today?" he asked when they left the linen store behind.
"I was thinking we should try that Italian place for dinner later."
"Sounds good."
"Do you really not care what I pick for us to do today?" she asked. Harry could only smile at her.
"After last night, I'm putty in your hands."
"That was pretty fun, wasn't it?" Pansy grinned and even though she looked like a French blonde, it was another expression that he could see his actual girlfriend shining through. He had mostly gotten used to whatever this was she was doing today. "It's too bad there aren't any movies out that I want to see."
"We could-"
"No Harry, I am not going to see that silly movie about that bat guy."
"It's Batman," he huffed, but Harry knew she called him the bat guy just to annoy him.
"The commercial looked retarded. Not even wizards wear outfits that ridiculous."
"What about Xeno?"
"Are you seriously comparing those silly characters with Luna's father? Because I probably would go see a movie about him actually."
"Yeah, that does sound pretty good," Harry chuckled. "We really should have Luna over one of these days."
"I talked to her about it at the party. She's been so busy traveling most of the summer that she hadn't done her assignments for school yet, but she was going to get caught up and then come visit hopefully next week."
"Great. I've missed her."
"Me too," Pansy sighed before a smile came over her face. "That reminds me- we need to get a couple of mirrors."
"Good idea. We might want to get more than a couple though, just so I can practice to make sure I get everything right."
"And if you succeed, we'll have extras. You can have them ready before Luna comes over, right?"
"I think so. It shouldn't be too hard."
"We'll to stop by the video store later. We can at least rent something."
"And you can be amused by guys staring at you while we're there."
"That too," she teased. "We should rent that movie that Vanessa told us about."
"Um, you'll have to remind me."
"Blue Velvet. It's where Steven's band name came from. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you don't remember much from that night."
"Yeah, right. I actually do remember that. It was from somewhere in the middle of their concert through the rest of the night that I missed out on."
"It didn't end up being too fun once I realized what had happened to you. We got you back to their place and tried to let you sleep most of it off. You were slurring your words and pretty out of it, but thankfully, you listened to me when I told you that you needed your rest."
"I obviously knew you'd take care of me."
"I think I'm about ready for dinner, Harry."
The dinner ended up being amusing for a different reason, as they had a female server who couldn't stop scowling at Pansy-as-Fleur. Harry had a feeling that the way she was displaying her cleavage probably had something to do with it. Harry did his best to smooth things over. Thankfully, it was one of those places where you could see into the kitchen, and the food was placed on a counter once it was finished, so he was pretty sure the waitress didn't have a chance to spit in their food.
He tried to put that thought out of mind and just enjoy the meal. It was delicious, and not even that expensive, all things considered.
By the time they were walking home that night, Pansy had grown quiet. Harry was leaving her be, as she had been kind of moody that day.
The oddest thing for him hadn't actually been seeing Fleur's face all day. He got used to that after a while. It had been the height difference. He was so used to how Pansy fit next to him, and not only was Fleur a lot taller but she had also worn high heels, so he had spent the day looking up slightly at her. It made walking around with her just feel... off.
They also lucked out in not running into the Brightwells either coming or going. It would have been a very odd thing to try to explain.
She sighed when they got back inside their flat and fell back onto the couch.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I guess," she shrugged, reaching down to take off her shoes. "I should have had you make these slightly larger."
"Foot rub?"
"I love you, Harry." She leaned back and closed her eyes. He found it a bit odd, because even her feet were different, so he wasn't sure if he was doing it quite right, but she seemed to relax. After a couple of minutes of near silence, broken only by Pansy pleasantly moaning when he got to a couple of particularly sore spots, she sat up and kissed him.
Harry was so surprised that he barely responded before she stood up.
"Put on Dummy for me while I go get changed."
"Of course. I'm the one who's obsessive," he muttered as she disappeared.
"Side two!"
He complied with her request, and he had to admit that he was starting to associate Portishead so much with these wonderful summer nights that the album had really grown on him. Harry couldn't argue with Pansy's reasoning that the album was great music for shagging to.
He sat the movies they had rented over by the telly and went back to the couch, kicking off his own shoes. Harry briefly wondered what Dobby must be up to, but between the busy day and all the fun from the night before, he eventually started to doze off.
"Monsieur must wake up," the husky voice called to him, drawing him from the hazy dream of Pansy doing a strip tease to Glory Box. That was something he really needed to request when he was awake.
But then he was awake. Wasn't he?
And there was Fleur Delacour leaning down over him, stretching out Pansy's french maid uniform. Wait...
"I 'ave a reward for you 'arry," she purred, her cleavage spilling out of the top as she reached for his belt and began undoing his pants.
"Pansy? What?"
"No 'arry. Not Pansy. Not tonight."
"What should I call you then?"
"Whatever you want 'arry. You are my master."
"Which makes you..."
"Your servant," she grinned as she continued removing his clothes. "Or perhaps, you would prefer to call me your slave?"
"Oh fuck..." She took him in her mouth and he lost most of his ability to think.
"Turn around, slave," he growled at her a moment later. When she complied, he flipped up her skirt and saw that she was going bare underneath. "You're missing part of your uniform."
"Master, 'ow will you ever forgive me?"
"I'll have to punish you first." He lifted his hand to spank her but decided to give her a lick first. He saw her shiver at that and then he brought his hand down with a smack. "At least you taste good."
"Oui, master, please punish me." She wiggled her bum at him and Harry was soon alternating between spanking and going down on her. He couldn't tell from her reactions which she was enjoying more.
Soon enough, he moved to kneel behind her as she bent over and he thrust into her beginning a vigorous bout of sex.
"Fuck me 'arder, master." But not quite vigorous enough, based on that comment. Harry took her challenge to heart, even as he briefly smiled at how she was trying to keep up the accent. He pulled on her long blonde hair and she moaned.
"You like that, you filthy french whore?"
"Oui, master. More!"
He was almost surprised that he hadn't had an orgasm yet, but he supposed he had the overwhelming night before to thank for that. Pansy was quick to cum, and once she had finished, he began to slow his pace a bit. He leaned back and looked down at her arse as an idea struck him.
He sucked on his middle finger, getting it nice and wet, then circled it around butthole, which elicited a nice little gasp from her before he pushed it inside her.
"Oh..." Pansy paused for a second, then started slowly rocking back against him. "Master, you're just as filthy as I am."
"That's why we're a good match," he said with an exhale as they started moving in time with each other, and he even began fingering her bum in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Fuck," she groaned as their pace slowly built. "Master, please..."
"Tell me you love it."
"Oui, yes, I love it."
He reached up to pull her hair again.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me nice and hard until you cum inside me." He sped up as he felt himself building to a climax, her words of encouragement pushing him further. "Yes, like that. Fill me up, Harry.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "I'm close, Harry. Choke me."
"What?"
"Choke me!"
It had almost broken his concentration, but he used his free hand to wrap around her neck and gave it a squeeze, feeling himself begin to cum. As his muscles started to spasm, he squeezed harder than he meant to, a fact that he realized a moment later, but Pansy's orgasm began as his was ending, so he didn't let go or stop until she was finished.
"Yes!" she gasped once he released her, and Harry's torso slumped against her back.
They both remained that way, just trying to catch their breath. He eventually pushed himself back up and off of her, collapsing against the couch, then shifting to a more comfortable position to sit.
"Are you alright?"
Pansy wriggled around on the couch until she could sit and lean up against him. She still looked like Fleur though, so once again he noticed the wrongness of how her body fit next to him. And he spotted how red her neck was.
"Shit, did I hurt you?"
"I'm alright, Harry."
"I just-"
"I said I'm alright," she said, even as she rubbed her throat softly. "I'm the one who asked you to choke me. I knew what I was doing. Or at least, I thought I did."
"Why?"
"It was something Vanessa mentioned to me," she shrugged. "It sounded fun to try."
"Was it?"
"It was a nice orgasm, but my neck is a bit sore."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She sat back and peered into his eyes. "Do you realize you haven't kissed me today?"
"I haven't?"
"Not since I turned into Fleur."
"Oh, well..." Harry blushed and looked away. "It felt wrong with you looking like that."
"Wrong? We just had sex with me looking like this."
"Yes, but..." Harry sighed. "It's not the same."
"How so?" she asked as she turned him back to her, and raised herself up to intentionally draw his eyes down to her breasts which made her smirk. "You clearly had fun."
"The sex... I just let my hormones take over and then my dick did all the thinking. Kissing you, but seeing her face... I don't know, it's like a different type of intimacy. It felt weird."
"Harry," she laughed. "You surprise me sometimes. You are romantic and sappy in strange ways."
He just shrugged. He didn't really know what else to say. Until he remembered her outfit that was clearly torn but still partially clinging to her.
"Crap. I guess I'm definitely going to need to mend that now."
"I noticed how much you liked it last night, and it seemed like such an obvious fun way to play while I looked like Fleur."
"You kept the accent up. While we had sex, I mean. That was impressive."
"Thanks," she giggled. "Oh, I meant to ask- have you noticed anything different about me?"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"I was wondering if any of the Veela allure carried over while I looked like her."
"I don't think so."
"That's disappointing," she huffed. "I guess I'll just have to seduce you with my more physical assets."
"I'm sure that will work too."
She stood and stripped off her costume, all the while maintaining as much eye contact as possible. She raised her leg to him and tapped his thigh as she motioned to her stockings.
"Take them off."
Harry did as she asked and a moment later she pulled him to his feet and dragged him to the bedroom.
"I'm not done with you yet, 'arry. I'm going to enjoy this for as long as it lasts." She pushed him down onto the side of the bed as she noticed him growing erect again. She sank to her knees and pressed her breasts around his cock with a smirk. "I don't think I'm big enough to do this normally."
"I think you are," he argued, his brain still slightly working although she was quickly trying to put an end to that, especially when she leaned down and gave him a lick.
"Wouldn't you prefer to titty fuck me, 'arry? Instead of wasting your time with zat little girl of yours?"
"No." He pushed her back and stood up before throwing her onto the bed, face down before spanking her harder than he ever had before, several hard swats in a row. He could see her enjoying it, writhing a bit each time he hit her, so he turned her over and looked down defiantly at her in this naked costume she wore. If she wanted to roleplay, then he was going to give her the performance that he wanted. He grabbed her face and glared at her.
"You're nothing more than some French slut. Don't you ever say anything about Pansy. Do you understand me, slut?"
"Yes, master," she moaned. "I'm sorry."
"What are you?"
"Just a stupid French slut. Forgive me, master. Please, let me make it up to you."
"How will you do that?"
"The only way I can," she purred as she pulled him onto the bed and climbed atop him. She speared herself on him and began to ride Harry, her breasts bouncing. As she looked down at him, she grabbed his hands and guided them up. "Squeeze my titties, 'arry."
"Like this?" He was firm with her, as she was clearly enjoying the harder physical side of things today.
"Oui. You can pinch my nipples too, 'arry."
He took the hint and she cried out happily.
"Yes!" As she continued riding him, Harry could tell when she was heading for another climax, so he waited and pinched just as she peaked. "Oh fuck!"
He sat up and took one of her breasts in his mouth as she slowed her grinding and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her bosom. He could tell that she could be pushed further, so he grazed her nipple with his teeth.
"Oh that's nice," she breathed out. Harry switched to her other breast, his left hand continuing to cradle and occasionally squeeze the one his mouth left behind. He slid his right hand between them, in search of her clit. He could tell from her reaction when he found it as her fingernails dug into his back and she crushed him to her. She bucked against him, and Harry felt himself following her to another peak.
He bit down on her nipple and she screamed out, clenching around him as they both came.
They were both lying flat on their backs, and Harry wondered how much longer before Pansy would be herself again.
"I think I learned something important, today," she said, causing him to turn to her. "If I want things to get rough, I'll have to remember this."
"Huh?"
"Your instinct is to be gentle with me."
"Oh. Yeah, of course it is."
"I think that's part of why I like doggy style so much too," she added. "You're more likely to let loose and just fuck me silly that way."
Harry chuckled but closed his eyes and played some of their more rough moments over in his head. She was definitely right. He thought in particular of that night in Paris after her mother's funeral. Was that really only a year ago?
He would gladly be more dominant with her at times, but Harry was very thankful that she had never wanted to do something as emotionally draining as shagging her while she cried again.
Pansy rolled over and cuddled into his side, and he smiled when he felt her start to shift. Harry opened his eyes as Fleur's face turned back into Pansy's. He rolled them both over, him now on top, and began kissing her. He felt hungry and needy.
After a couple of minutes, she pulled him back so she could look at him and smile.
"So very sappy, Harry."
"You love that I'm sappy."
"I guess I do," she giggled.
"Do you want to get up?"
"Why?"
"To watch a movie."
"No. I think I'd rather put on some music." Pansy climbed out of the bed and Harry watched with both lust and contentment as her perfect little arse practically skipped out of the room. He could feel himself smiling. But he had to roll his eyes when she turned Portishead on again. When she returned to the bedroom with a pleased little grin, Pansy slid into bed next to him.
"You really like this album," he smirked.
"I won't make fun of your love of Thom Yorke anymore if you leave me and Beth Gibbons in peace."
"Fair enough."
"Besides, you know I'm right that this album is perfect for sex."
"Okay."
Pansy grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her, drawing him in for a kiss. "That was a hint, Harry."
"Really? I thought you might be done for the night."
"I am done shagging," she replied as she sucked at his throat. "Now, it's time to make love."
The next afternoon, they came back upstairs after having tea and chatting with the Brightwells for awhile. Harry and Pansy were both very glad that the protections over their flat also helped to deaden sound among their many qualities; otherwise, their neighbors probably wouldn't look at them quite the same way. They sometimes got rather loud when they were carried away, and that had been very true of the last two nights.
It also helped to not bother the Brightwells when they were playing loud music, which was quite often.
Also thankfully, when the polyjuice potion had ended, the marks left over from when Pansy had asked to be choked had greatly faded. That would not have been fun trying to explain to the neighbors. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Well, maybe Luna. Harry had an inkling of what she and Pansy talked about in private.
"A message arrived for you," Dobby said, appearing once they shut the door.
"It must be from Luna," Pansy added, as she picked it up and began to read. Noticing the pink paper with green script, Harry could only agree. He also wondered where she came across pink paper like that.
"She's been eating a lot of watermelon," Pansy giggled. "Thus, the pink and green letter, her tribute to her favorite new fruit."
"That definitely sounds like Luna," Harry snorted as he sat down and waited for Pansy to finish.
"Okay, so the plan is for us to go to her place a week from Thursday. Xeno wants to have us over for dinner that evening before he's off to..."
"To where?"
"Jan Mayen."
"Is that supposed to be a place, or a friend of his?"
"I don't know. Anyway, he's going off on this little trip and letting Luna stay over with us for a long weekend. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Where's that list of things I wanted to do with her that I had you writing?"
"Last time I saw it, it was on your nightstand in the bedroom."
"Great," Pansy said with a grin, hopping up from the couch. "Be right back."
Harry nodded as she left, but frowned at realizing that this meant Pansy was almost assuredly going to make sure they got at least most of their summer school work done before Luna came to visit. Well, at least Slughorn had only assigned them a book to read about the properties of more advanced potion ingredients. The years of suffering under Snape would have probably meant two dozen essays.
And as much as he grumbled about Herbology at times, professor Sprout's summer assignment was also better than in years past. They were growing two small dittany shrubs out on their balcony. With a bit of dragon dung for fertilizer, they were both very lush and healthy. Pansy liked to tease that hers was doing better than Harry's, but he found it hard to differentiate between them without the small metal rods that labeled them with a P and H.
The best part was that if they succeeded, they should be able to cultivate the mature plants for their powerful healing abilities. From what Sirius had told him, essence of dittany was one of the best ways to treat a variety of wounds- from cuts to burns and even many less potent venomous bites and stings.
Harry planned to make good use of it, and in fact, he already had several vials charmed to be unbreakable that he was planning on keeping handy for the future. Danger was too likely with Riddle and his minions out doing who knows what.
Knowing that Neville was the best of his friends in the class, Harry had asked him to grow as much extra dittany as he could over the summer and that Harry would pay him for whatever he made. While Neville still wasn't very good at Potions, Pansy had the recipe for distilling the raw plant down to the healing liquid. After seeing her recent success with the polyjuice potion, Harry didn't have any worries about her skills.
And if they had enough that they needed a second person to work on it, he imagined that Hermione would be plenty of help.
He stepped out onto the balcony to look over both plants and they seemed to be doing fine. Since it had been a few days without rain, he went over to the sink and got a pitcher to water them before stopping himself. Pansy would have to water hers- she had made it very clear that she was surely going to do even something as simple as that better than him and 'kick his arse' at this.
It made him laugh when she got competitive about little things like that. To be fair, she might be right. Pansy was the one who had yet again Exceeded Expectations in Herbology. Harry was just glad that he was excused from the exams last year; he had put even less effort in than usual and would have likely struggled to pass the class without some serious last minute cramming.
That was at least one thing he had to thank the Triwizard Tournament for.
All of a sudden, his thoughts were interrupted by Pansy coming back out with her list.
"We probably should water the dittany," she said as she noticed the pitcher still in Harry's hand.
"Ladies first."
He grinned while he watched how she meticulously poured the apparently precisely correct amount onto her plant. Harry just dumped the water on until it looked about right. It had worked well enough for all those years slaving away over Petunia's garden. That made him chuckle to himself briefly when he remembered that pansies were one of the types of flowers he had to care for back then.
When they came back inside, Dobby appeared with a loud pop that stopped them from looking over the things they wanted to do when Luna came to visit.
"Master Harry! Your miss Granger, she is at the safe house!"
"What?"
"Dobby was called like how master said she could call in an emergency."
"Hold on," Pansy said as she grabbed her favorite purse and stuffed the list into it. Harry knew that she kept her wand in there as well, just in case she might need it. Since they had charmed it to have more space, his father's invisibility cloak also now resided there while they were away from school.
"Take us there, Dobby," Harry said after he had grabbed his own wand.
A moment later, they appeared in the living room of the cottage Harry had inherited from his father's late cousin and found Hermione and her parents huddled together on the couch.
"Harry!" she shouted as she got up and ran over to hug him.
"Hermione, what's going on?"
"Dementors!"