Denial of A Dalliance - FINALE

Summary: “This is the last time Potter! After this, we’ll go our separate ways and pretend none of this ever happened!” Pansy sneered.

Potter’s breath washed over her bare shoulder as he chuckled. His lips were inches from her neck, so close she could practically feel the heat emanating from them. His hands gliding down her ribs forced Pansy to bite her bottom lip lest she moan with excitement.

“Whatever you say Parkinson.” Potter murmured. Then his lips were upon her neck once more, and all hope of ending their trysts died right then and there.

Or

Five times Pansy Parkinson accidentally slept with Harry Potter.

And one time she meant to.

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Chapter 6: Epilogue

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Pansy let out a sigh of relief as she placed the final pin into the mannequin before her. The mannequin shifted, striking a pose to help accentuate the work-in-progress piece that clung to its form. Pansy eyed the dress critically. It was a piece she’d been working on for two days now, a special order from a generously wealthy witch from Spain. The sheer amount of gold the client paid meant that Pansy was determined to make this her best dress yet.

With a hum, the brunette adjusted the sequined shoulder strap by a hair, ensuring it would not fall and expose her client's tits the first time she wore it.

‘Though with how flirty she was last time we spoke, she probably wouldn’t mind.’ Pansy mused.

Making a few more adjustments, Pansy sighed once more and stepped back, wandlessly summoning her glass of wine as she studied her progress.

As she lifted the glass to her mouth, drawing in a generous helping of wine past her ruby red lips, Pansy was pulled from her work by the vibrating of a small journal sitting atop her worktable. Quickly setting her glass down, the brunette summoned the small leather book and thumbed it open, smiling to herself as she read the words messily scrawled across the page.

Hey beautiful, just checking in. Dinner will be ready in 10.

Pansy glanced down at her watch. It was nearly 8 o’clock, meaning she’d been working for a solid nine and a half hours now. Biting her bottom lip, she threw one last glance towards the half-sewn dress and shrugged. The client wasn’t expecting the completed piece until next week, so there was no harm in calling it a night now.

Drawing her wand, she quickly armed her locking charms and security wards before picking up her journal once more.

Sounds wonderful. See you soon, darling xoxo

With that, she clasped the book closed and stashed it away in her purse. With a single wave of her wand, the lights within her shop faded as she stepped into the floo and was whisked away by green flames.

It was but a handful of moments before the spinning world around her slowed, and she stepped forward, gliding gracefully from the fireplace and into the warmth of her home. Walls of darkened greens and earth browns greeted her, each one covered with a mix of classical art and photographs. She smiled at the photographed couple sat upon the mantlepiece to her right. James and Lily Potter waved happily to her with wide smiles. She gave the two a small wave in response before turning as the sound of footsteps drew closer. The tall, familiar figure of her boyfriend emerged from the hall a moment later, carrying two glasses of wine in his hands.

“Hey you-” Harry smiled, offering Pansy a glass. “-Long day?”

Pansy tossed her purse aside and accepted the offered wine flute. “Long but productive.” She hummed. “I managed to finish the rough design for the Mediterranean gown and my other custom orders were mailed out this morning.”

“Ahead of schedule, then?” Harry asked, guiding her to the couch, where she sat with a relieved sigh.

“For the most part. Though at the rate these custom orders are coming in I doubt I’ll remain ahead for long.” She huffed and leaned into her boyfriend’s side. “This is all that bloody Delacour’s fault.”

Harry laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Oh yes, woe is you. It must be so terrible to become one of the top fashion designers in Britain almost overnight because a beautiful Veela decided to hire you as her personal designer.” He snorted. “Sounds horrific.”

Pansy pulled away with a roll of her eyes and lightly smacked his chest. “Fuck off Potter.”

Harry laughed again and snatched her by the waist before she could go far. His seeker reflexes were still just as sharp as they were three years ago. Pansy forced down her grin of amusement as she was pulled atop her boyfriend’s lap. Instead, she shot a heatless glare towards him, which only made Harry’s grin widen.

“Pouting now, are we? Admit it, Pans’, you’re the talk of the town now and you love it.”

Pansy rolled her eyes but silently agreed. She’d come a long way since her days as the Slytherin outcast, and that was mainly in part to the man before her now. Their relationship hasn’t been perfect these past three years, mind you. She was still just as hot-tempered, and he was still just as stubborn as they had been back at Hogwarts. They fought, they argued, and once they even broke up (for about six hours, but they were still the worst six hours of Pansy’s life), but in the end, their love for each other proved far stronger than any of their flaws. Before Harry, Pansy had never had anyone to lean on. His support was the light she needed to find her way through years of mistreatment and a mountain of personal insecurities. 

Harry was her saviour, as ironic as that sounds. Even after Hogwarts, when their lives truly began as many would say, he remained by her side, supporting her through all of her lows (and there were many) and becoming the main driving force behind all her highs.

When she finally decided to reach out to her parents, for closure more than anything, he was there. When she stormed out of Parkinson Manor, seething with fury after her mother called her a blood traitor whore and her father proclaimed her as his biggest disappointment, he was there. When she cried later that night, mourning the loving parents she never got to have, he was there, understanding and empathetic as she clung to his chest.

When she awoke the next morning to find what little remained of her father’s businesses seized by the ministry and a letter from the Wizengamot proclaiming her the new Lady Parkinson, well, he wasn’t there then, but she sure as hell made her appreciation known the second he returned home from the Ministry. She walked around with a limp for three whole days after that night.

Even just a handful of months ago, when she spun up this crazy idea of opening up her own clothing shop, Harry was there, speaking only words of support and love, while her friends snickered and doubted. And in every instance, he praised her–told her how strong she was, how all her hard work paid off, how proud he was of her…as if he wasn't the very reason she had the strength to do it all in the first place.

Pansy was a Slytherin through and through. She was cunning, ambitious, and ruthless where it mattered. She took pride in all of her accomplishments and not so secretly revelled in the wealth and fame that came with it, but she did so knowing and freely accepting that she never could have done any of it alone.

Harry guided her through all of it, whether he knew it or not.

She hadn’t known it then, but the moment she waltzed into that party–hell-bent on getting blackout drunk and finding a good shag–was the moment her life began to change for the better.

Peering down at her boyfriend, Pansy slowly let her scowl melt away as she took a sip of her wine.

“I suppose…” She began, trailing a single manicured nail down his jawline. “There are some benefits that come with such a workload.”

“Is that right?” Harry dawled, his voice lowering a pitch or two as he sensed the atmosphere in the room shift.

Pansy nodded, dragging her nail down across his Adam's apple before coming to a stop at the first button of his shirt.

“Mhm–After all, not just anyone can claim that Fleur Delacour regularly strips for them.” She smirked.

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion, momentarily loosening his grip on her waist. His lapse cost him, as Pansy sprang to her feet and began to sashay her way to the small mini-bar tucked away in the corner.

“I think I’ll make myself another drink. Don’t you have dinner to attend to, dearest?” She chimed back without looking.

She didn’t need to look, though, to know what would happen next. A small tingle of excitement shivered up her spine as she heard her boyfriend stand with a growl. In the blink of an eye he had crossed the room, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist while the other snuck down to the hem of her skirt.

“Dinner can wait. I have a spoiled little minx that needs to be punished.” His voice was barely a whisper in her ear, but to Pansy, it was like his words completely enveloped her with husky arousal. She couldn’t help but lean into his grasp, mewling softly as his hand slipped beneath her skirt and grazed against her sensitive quim.

“Oh?” She breathed, barely containing her gasp as his fingers pressed against her clit. “And just how are you going to punish this ‘minx’?”

This time, she did gasp as she was suddenly hauled off her feet and slung over her boyfriend's shoulder. She had but a moment to squirm against his hold before a loud ‘SMACK!’ echoed out through the room and a stinging pain bloomed out from her left arse cheek.

“Harry…” She groaned, her breath hitching as a sudden heat began to pool between her legs, but her boyfriend’s only response was to place an equally hard slap against her right cheek this time instead.

Pansy grunted from the smack, a blush already forming on her cheeks as her body responded to the painful stimuli with arousal. Even after all these years, she couldn’t help but like a bit of rough handling from time to time, and it seemed tonight her body yearned for exactly that. Harry began to walk up the stairs to his bedroom, carrying Pansy as if she was weightless in his arms, his grip firm on her arse sending a little thrill through her every time her position shifted. Though Harry wasn’t exactly a giant of a man, he was more than strong enough to throw Pansy around like a doll if he wanted, and this night, she wanted him to do just that.

They made it to the bedroom in record time with Harry carrying her over the threshold and wandlessly slamming the door shut behind. Pansy let out a small ‘oof!’ as she was deposited onto their bed, but before her boyfriend could pull away, the brunette hooked her legs into the back of his, pulling him down on top of her, enjoying the way that their bodies crashed together.

“Ah-ah! You said you were going to punish me, mister.” She tittered. Clicking her tongue, Pansy hooked her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt and pulled him close till their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. “So punish me.”

Her smirk widened as Harry growled and smashed his lips against hers. Pansy whimpered as his tongue forced its way past her lips. Yes! This is what she wanted tonight! She wanted her magnificent, sexy, powerful boyfriend to dominate her. To demonstrate just how much she belonged to him. The Pansy Parkinson from three years ago would’ve abhorred the idea of belonging to anyone, a sentiment she still largely held to this day, but Harry was the exception. For Harry, she’d give him the very breath from her lungs if he asked. After all, she’d already given him her heart.

‘Plus it’s really fucking hot when he takes control…’ She mused internally.

Outwardly, Pansy let out a surprised giggle as she was suddenly turned over onto her stomach with her arse raised high in the air. A snap of Harry’s fingers made the enchantments on their bedframe come to life. Two cloth wrist binds sprang out and wrapped themselves around Pansy’s hands, effectively tying her wrists behind her back. Morgana was she happy they paid the extra hundred galleons for that little feature!

Another tingle of excitement shivered down her spine as Harry pulled her skirt down past her legs. She shifted just a little, enough to allow him to pull the skirt past her knees and toss it to the side. 

“No knickers today hmm?” His hands found their way to her bare arse, squeezing and massaging her bubbly cheeks as he waited for her to reply.

“Are you complaining?” She asked with a wiggle of her hips.

She heard Harry chuckle behind her. “Never.” He said, swiping a finger across her slit for emphasis.

Pansy’s groan of pleasure was cut off as Harry brought his hand down hard across her bare arse.

“FUCK!” She cried, jerking forward out of surprise, but Harry wasn’t done yet.

‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!’

Pansy hissed and groaned with every spank. The stinging in her arse was enough to bring tears to her eyes and juices pouring from her cunt. Her inner thighs were completely coated with a light sheen of her arousal.

‘SMACK!’

“GYAH!” Pansy buried her face into the sheets of the bed. That last slap had landed directly against her bare cunt, sending a giant jolt of pain and pleasure straight up into her core. Her legs trembled with the sheer force of lust pumping through her body. She needed his cock and she needed it now!

As if sensing her silent plea, Harry shifted behind her. All she could hear was the ruffling of clothes before she suddenly felt the familiar thickness of his cock pressing against her outer folds.

Propping herself up as best she could without the use of her hands, Pansy shot a challenging glare back at her boyfriend and wiggled her hips once more.

“Is that all you’ve got, Potter?” She taunted.

“Not even close Parkinson.” He teased back, before thrusting his hips forward.

She made a guttural, pleased sound as he pushed into her hard, the slightest twinge of pain she felt only enhancing the sensation of his manhood filling her.

‘Fuck! He really does know what I like!’ She mused as Harry began to thrust into her. His hips slapped against her arse, making the flesh of her bum ripple with every powerful stroke. She knew from their years of exploring each other’s bodies that Harry was obsessed with her arse. Their little spanking foreplay was nothing new, and her boyfriend often took every chance he got to pinch, smack, or grope her bubbly bum. Often in a playful or teasing way in their regular day-to-day lives, but also in the bedroom, where Pansy allowed him free rein to use her voluptuous backside in any way he pleased.

Her thoughts were cut short as a particularly hard thrust from her boyfriend’s cock had her shrieking in sudden euphoria as she was sent tumbling over the edge. Her pussy clenched and trembled around him, gushing with arousal as she came all over Harry’s cock, all the while he continued to thrust into her from behind.

A torrent of various profanities began to spill from Pansy’s lips every time that he hit that part deep inside her. By the time her orgasm finally began to wane, her mind had already long gone blank.

When her mind finally returned, she found, much to her enjoyment, that she was now on her back with her legs spread wide while her boyfriend pushed into her once more. Pansy whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him down to kiss him soundly on the lips. She bit his bottom lip hard, egging his building thrusts on until he was slamming into her with just as much ferocity as before.

Gods above yes! She couldn’t stop the wide grin from forming across her lips as their hips slapped together with audible smacks of flesh against flesh. While she loved when he bent her over and fucked her like his own personal doll, what Pansy loved more was when she could look him in the eye and see the fire of his lust for her burning bright. She was obsessed with that look. Pansy wanted to see it every time she came, spasming around his cock while Harry’s eyes bore into her soul. It never failed to make her feel completely vulnerable yet wholly powerful at the same time as well. It was an erotic contradiction.

Wanting to emphasise just how much power she had, Pansy bucked her hips just as Harry was completing a down-stroke, slamming their sexes together with an audible slap, exalting in the way that Harry groaned into her mouth even as she sucked on his tongue. His hands moved from their position at either side of her to her hips, and it was Pansy’s turn to moan when Harry shoved her further into the bed, pushing her up towards the headboard. His hands roughly gripped her thighs, peeling her legs off from their wrap around his hips, and then he pushed her legs back, the tops of her thighs coming to rest against her own torso.

When Harry leaned forward, now pinning her in place with his size alone, all she could think was ‘Fuck yes’. He crushed his lips against hers as he began to piston in and out of her, her legs trapped between their bodies so that she was practically folded in half, his thrusts hitting deeper and deeper as he continued to contort her.

Any further musing was driven from her mind in a flash of white, when Harry hit a spot deep inside of her, her entire body spasming and then going still as she processed the sensation.

“MMM!” She screamed, her cries muffled by her boyfriend’s tongue as she came for a second time that night.

Harry agreed with a moan of his own, pushing his cock as deep as possible within her quivering folds. Her body went stiff against him, and a noise halfway between a whimper and a scream tore from her throat as pleasure surged through her body.

Their lips parted once the need for air became too much. Pansy’s breaths came out in pants, the lingering effects of her climax still raging through her body like a high, even after Harry pulled out of her.

“Mmm~ That was an acceptable punishment I suppose.” She joked.

Harry chuckled, but Pansy frowned as she realised a single particular detail, or more accurately, felt it pressed against her thigh.

“You didn’t cum.” She muttered, looking down at his engorged cock.

Harry gave a shrug in response. “I wanted to give you a breather before we continued.”

Pansy rolled her eyes and sat up, throwing the remains of her ruined blouse to the side. That wouldn't do, even if he was correct that she needed a small break.

Lying back down she gave her boyfriend a pointed look. “C’mere you dolt.” She spoke, pushing her breasts together to create a valley of cleavage. “Let me help you with that~”

Harry clued in relatively fast to her intent and shuffled closer with his cock now pointed at her face. Pansy gasped as he pulled her forward by her hair. She didn’t bother suppressing her moan as Harry pressed his cock against her face. The thickened length was rubbed all over her face, before finally coming to a stop with the tip of his twitching cock pressed against her pouty red lips. 

‘Fuck!’

Of the many ways in which Pansy was a contradiction in sexual activities, this was perhaps the most obvious that she was aware of: she loved to suck cock. Harry, of course, was entirely too noble and would never demand head, which only made her want to suck his cock more.

Almost eagarly her lips parted, allowing Harry to push his cock into her hot velvety mouth. Her head swam pleasurably as Harry began to fuck her face, making sure to slurp and lick at his cock every time he pulled back, his motions slow and careful even though his grip on her hair was delightfully tight. A thrill ran through her as Harry pulled back, watching her saliva dripping from his cock, as he swung one of his legs over her to straddle her chest. Pansy absolutely loved the look on his face, eyes hooded with lust, as she made a show of dripping a glob of saliva down between her breasts.

Harry groaned as he slid his cock into the now-wet space in her cleavage, and Pansy moaned in turn as she reached to press her breasts around him, sliding them back and forth tantalizingly. While Pansy certainly had an impressive pair of breasts, so too did Harry have a significant cock, the top third poking out of her cleavage as he began to thrust into her tits.

“Mmmfhh!” Pansy moaned incoherently when Harry pulled her head forward once again, taking the head of his cock between her lips when he pushed forward, sucking vigorously every time he entered her mouth.

She was on cloud nine, her body thrumming with unhindered arousal. The loud ‘Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!’ of her boyfriend’s cock slamming into her throat was the only thing that came close to overwhelming her muffled moans. The only thing that could make this better was-

“Fuck! Pans’-” Harry groaned, cutting himself off as his thrusts suddenly became erratic. Pansy had just enough time to meet his eyes and open her mouth as wide as possible. With one last moan, Harry came undone, pulling back to rain down thick ropes of cum onto her face. Pansy closed her eyes just in time as the first hot spurt splashed against her cheek. The next two streaked across her forehead and nose, with the final three positively drenching her lips and tongue with his creamy white seed.

They both panted for breath as Harry rolled off of her, their eyes meeting with hooded looks of lust.

“That was hot!” She gasped, unconsciously pushing her hand between her legs to tease her throbbing folds.

“It most certainly was.” Harry agreed with a laugh. “You’re brilliant.”

“Of course I am.” She teased, idly scooping s bit of his cum from her face before popping it into her mouth. “Mmm–you’re not so bad yourself, I suppose.”

Pansy squealed as Harry was suddenly atop her once more, her shrieks of laughter quickly devolving into loud moans.

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Two Months Later

Her leg bounced nervously as she waited for the flash of the floo. Harry would be home any minute now, and for the first time in years, she dreaded the thought of her boyfriend coming home.

Fuck! She couldn’t do this! Pansy loved Harry, and she knew he loved her, but this?! This would change things! Perhaps more than he could bear! Part of her considered lying and keeping the truth to herself. To her shame, it wasn't the first time that thought entered her mind, and perhaps it wouldn’t be the last, but she couldn’t. She had to tell Harry the truth; he deserved that much.

She only hoped he’d be able to forgive her…

Any further thoughts were dashed from her mind as the fireplace flashed green and her boyfriend stepped out while dusting a bit of soot from his shoulder. Pansy stood resigned, clasping the small yellow folder in her hands like a lifeline. He looked up, his eyes widening just a bit as if he was surprised to see her before his face cracked open into a grin.

“Hey, you.” He greeted. When Pansy didn't respond, she watched as his smile fell and concern took over where delight had been moments before. “Pans’? You okay?”

“I-” She began, her voice catching in her throat. Fuck! She couldn’t do this! It was too much! It was-

Pansy took a breath and shook her head. No, she had to do this. For Harry.

Swallowing down her fear, she met his concerned gaze once more. “I have something to tell you.”

“Okay.” Harry straightened with a frown. “What is it you need to tell me?”

This was it. With another breath, Pansy held up the small folder, her hand trembling only slightly despite the gnawing foreboding within her gut. Harry took it gingerly, glancing back up to her once more before he opened the folder and skimmed the contents within. She knew the moment he realised–his eyes widened and he snapped his head back up to stare at her.

“Is this true?” He asked, his voice cracking the tiniest bit.

Pansy nodded. “I had Healer Tonks run the test twice and triple-check the results. I’m seven weeks along by her estimates…”

Pansy expected many things when she told him the news. She expected shock, disbelief, and even outrage. What she didn't consider, and really in hindsight, she was foolish to think that Harry of all people would react in any other way, was pure, unadulterated delight.

“This is fantastic!” He shouted, scooping her up into his arms without warning. “You’re pregnant!”

“I…am?” She replied, suddenly very much caught on the back foot.

Harry cheered again as he picked her up and spun them around. “I’m gonna be a dad! Merlin’s beard! Me! A dad!” He sat her down, taking only a moment to steady her before wrapping her in a tight hug. “This is wonderful!”
Pansy pulled back from his embrace with a look of utter confusion. “You’re not…upset?”

“Upset?!” Harry exclaimed. “Pans’ this is the best news ever! I-” He paused, looking down to place a hand against her still flat stomach. “I’ve always wanted a family of my own. To be the father I never got to have. This baby-” He said, placing her hand over his own against her stomach. “-is all I could ever wish for and more Pans’.” He looked into her eyes, his entire soul exposed to Pansy in that moment.

Pansy felt her lip tremble before she pulled her boyfriend into a tight embrace, a shaking sob escaping her chest as relief flooded her veins.

“I- I thought you’d be livid.” She sniffed. “We never spoke about children before and I-” She trailed off, clutching Harry with every bit of strength she had lest he suddenly disappear. “I’m sorry.”

Harry shushed her and began to rub soothing circles into her back. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, love.” He pulled back, placing two steady hands on Pansy's shoulders as he grinned down at her.

She watched as he pursed his lips, seemingly coming to some decision or another in his mind before he stepped back.

“I was waiting to do this on our trip to Venice next month, but I don’t see the harm in moving things up just a bit.” He spoke, slowly reaching into his coat pocket.

Pansy gasped as he pulled out a small black velvet box. Harry knelt down onto one knee, presenting the opened box to her with a sparkling diamond and emerald jewelled ring sat within.

“Pansy–our lives have been one contradiction after another, in ways I could have never imagined. I would have never thought the woman I’d come to love and cherish more than anyone else in the world would be you, but somehow, through all the heartache and loss and darkness, we found each other.” he took a breath, emerald eyes steeling as he reached out to take her hand. I could never ask for a better friend, confidant, or lover than you Pansy. Nor could I ask for a more perfect mother of my child. So, Pansy Primrose Parkinson, will you marry me?”

Pansy took a breath, allowing herself a moment to catch her breath and dry the tears in her eyes before clasping Harry’s hand in hers.

She said yes.

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Author’s Note

And with that, we close off this little fic for good! It took a bit to get here, especially with all the craziness of the last few weeks, but we made it! I hope it was the finale you were all hoping for!

Thanks for reading!