Farewell Wanderlust - Chapter 2 of 2

Summary: Life’s been hard for Pansy after the war. Seen as the Girl-Who-Said-Grab-Him, she’s been ostracised by not just her friends but society as well. With nowhere else to go for money or food, the former Slytherin resorts to working at a dingy muggle pub for pennies to support herself. Her life of stale beer and handsy drunk muggles was a pitiful one, to say the least, yet it all begins to change when a familiar face walks in out of the blue one night.

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Chapter 2: A New Lease on Life

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Had someone told Pansy a few months ago that she’d no longer be waking up freezing her arse off on a filthy mattress in an even filthier apartment, she’d probably have dropped to the ground and wept with joy.

Had she also been told she’d instead wake up every day with Harry Potter’s cock inside her she’d have jumped back up and laughed in that person’s face. Probably curse them for good measure as well.

It seemed, however, that the truth was often an ironic force of nature. 

At least, that is what Pansy had found in the last month since becoming…well there really was no nice way to put veritable fuck-toy now was there?

“OH FUCK! IT’S TOO MUCH!”

Pansy screamed once again for the umpteenth time that day. Her body convulsed, fighting wildly against her bindings that simply wouldn’t give. The ropes tying her arms behind her back were just as strong as the ones that bound her legs wide open and high above her head. Her entire stomach, thighs, and ass were covered with a mixture of her juices and white sticky cum. Her poor pussy was on the brink of exhaustion and her mind was a single orgasm away from shattering right then and there.

None of this stopped the man currently plundering her poor cunt. Harry’s hips slammed against hers with loud wet smacks. Every thrust stretched her pussy to impossible limits. There was no single moment of peace or reprieve, only pure pleasurable torture.

She whimpered pitifully, biting down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out in wonton ecstasy. Every scream of pleasure only caused Harry to fuck her harder, and the brunette wasn’t sure if she could take much more.

It had been this way for nearly a month now. Pansy had thought it was going to be easy at first. It was a fair trade after all. Potter gives her food and lodging, and in exchange, all Pansy has to do is suck his cock here and there. But within the first night, that silly notion was unceremoniously fucked out of her.

The things Potter did to her that night both appalled her and made her pussy clench in smouldering lust. She had never been used in such a way. When Harry took her it wasn’t like a doting boyfriend or gentle lover like she expected, it was rough, violent, and sheer pussy wettingly hot. Every day she was woken with his cock in her mouth and every night she went to bed with her pussy full of his seed. In between it all was a day filled with being used in the most depraved and humiliating ways possible.

And Pansy loved it.

She’d never admit that to Potter of course. It was a game of there’s really. He’d grab her by the arse or tits, she’d huff and roll her eyes, and then they’d spend the next hour panting and moaning while they fucked like animals in heat. In fact, Pansy had a feeling Harry liked her faux irritation. Whenever she’d glare at him or curse his name, Potter would manhandle her even more, like he was intent on wiping the scowl from her face by fucking her into an unconscious twitching heap.

Her current situation had started out that way in fact. Like any other day, Pansy had been minding her own business, flipping through a magazine in the kitchen while sipping a steaming cup of tea. She hadn’t even heard Potter come in, nor felt him creep up behind her until his hands were planted firmly on her tits.

“No bra today Parkinson?” He had whispered in her ear.

Pansy scoffed and tried to unenthusiastically bat his hands away. “Would it have done me any bloody good?”

He hummed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he reached under her shirt and grabbed her large breasts once more. “Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I think you did it on purpose. You always did love flaunting your tits back at Hogwarts.”
Pansy stifled a moan as he tweaked her rapidly hardening nipples. “Hng- Spend much time staring at my chest back then Potter? That’s kind of sad really.”

He chuckled and pinched her nipples even harder. Pansy couldn’t hold back her whimper of delight as pleasure jolted through her nerves.

“And yet here I am, making you mewl like a horny schoolgirl with just a few touches. Who’s the real pathetic one Parkinson?”

That had been her breaking point. The murderous scowl she threw back at him had been met with a jerk of her hair as he slammed her forward on the table. Pansy had barely gotten a second to breathe before her ass was slapped again and again by a thick wooden paddle. She wished she could say all of her screams were ones of pain, but her cunt was too thoroughly soaked after the paddling for that to be believable.

Afterwards, her bum had been too purpled and bruised to even think about moving, and yet what does Potter do? Why, tie her to his bedposts and bury his cock inside her quim of course!

Still, Pansy couldn’t complain. Yes, Potter was a horny dog who never gave her two seconds of peace, but it wasn’t like Pansy wasn’t having the fucking time of her life.
A roof over her head? Check. Food on the table? Check. Brought to several mind-blowing orgasms daily? Double check.

Throughout her life, she thought it’d be Draco who gave her a life like this. A life where she wanted for nothing and was able to go to bed every night cuddled up to the man of her dreams. Only it wasn’t Draco who made that fantasy a reality. It was Harry Bloody Potter.

Like she said, life was ironic that way.

“OH GOD OH FUCK I’M GONNA- OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!!”

Pansy lifted her head up high and screamed to the heavens with all her might. Her pussy squelched and gushed with a spray of her juices as she came. She tried her best to blink away the stars in her eyes but there were simply too many, the electric pleasure running rampant through her body made it hard to even speak much less think.

Between her rope-bound thighs, her lover groaned in unison with her cries. Warmth flooded through Pansy’s core and she trembled with another climax as Harry seeded her used cunt once more. 

She felt his cock pulse over and over again inside her, and when he was finally done Pansy heard him sigh with relief before pulling out of her slowly.

Pansy winced as her sore cunt was finally given some form of reprieve. Hot sticky cum dripped from her folds making her want for a shower all the more greater.

“You okay?” Harry asked as he untied the ropes and gently laid her back on the bed.

“Hngggg~” She managed to slur. All the endorphins and hormones from multiple back-to-back orgasms were still running rampant through her brain. Needless to say, it’d be a while before she could form a proper sentence.

She barely heard his light chuckle as darkness began to take her. Harry pulled her close to his chest and pulled a blanket over them before snuffing out the lights. Pansy sighed in contentment, her mind already going foggy with sleep. 

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“You want me to go where?!”

Harry sighed across from her as he flipped a page in his book. “It’s just a small party.”

“Yeah, a bloody party full of people who hate my guts!”

”Also known as my friends.”

Pansy huffed and crossed her arms. “Look Potter, I don’t know what you think this is between us, but it’s certainly not a ‘meet each other’s friends and family’ sort of fling!”

Harry closed his book with a frustrated sigh. “Merlin Pansy, that’s not what I’m trying to do here.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

”Then please enlighten me!”

He looked to her with a face full of exasperation. “I’m bloody trying to help you! Look-“ He said clasping his hands together. “You want to be accepted back into the Wizarding World right? These people, my friends, are maybe your only chance for that to happen.”

”By going to a party?!” She scoffed.

”If you’re seen playing nice with the hero’s of Magical Britain then yes, by going to a party! Fuck Pansy stop trying to look at this like some sort of political scheme or backstabbing ulterior motive! You want your reputation back? Well this is where you start, plain and simple!”

Pansy flopped back into her seat with an angry scowl that was more akin to that of a pout. He had a point, a small one at least. Even with as popular as Potter was, even he would be looked at with some skepticism if he suddenly started going out and singing her praises. But a whole group of people doing so? Better yet, if she’s seen mingling with some of Magical Britain’s most famous heroes? Well then there wouldn’t be many who could question her then.

Still, it would mean interacting with a group of people who all undoubtedly hated her, perhaps even enough to start flinging spells. Harry would protect her of course, but putting him in a position where he had to raise his wand at one of his friends wouldn’t end very well for her at all. She’d basically have to kiss her free lodging goodbye at that point.

”Fine, but I’m not kissing Granger’s arse.”

”Nor would I ask you to, though that would be hot.”

Pansy promptly threw a pillow towards his dumb face.

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“This is a bad idea.” She hissed as they ascended the stairs to Weasley’s flat. She hugged herself tighter against Harry’s arm, completely forgetting her earlier derision of not wanting to appear a his date.

”It’ll be fine Pans, just relax. No one’s gonna bloody curse you.” Harry said with a small laugh.

Pansy rolled her eyes and mumbled a curse under her breath. “Far as you know.”

Harry ignored her and knocked firmly against the door. Seconds later, it was swung open to reveal a very boisterous looking red head.

”Harry!” Ron Weasley exclaimed. “You made it mate! C’mon in!”

Harry greeted his friend warmly, leaving Pansy a bit miffed as she was left by the wayside. It wasn’t long, however, before Weasley’s eyes turned towards her. “Oh, erm- forgot Harry said you were coming along Parkinson. Come in I guess, long as you behave.” He said the last part with a small glare prompting Harry to sigh.

“Ron.”

”What?! I said she could come in didn’t I?!” The red head blurted out with indignation.

Harry rolled his eyes and offered her his arm. “C’mon, lets go greet the others.”

Weasley fell into step beside them as they wandered further inside. The two men chatted happily with each other about the recent professional quidditch match.

Within moments, they reached the entrance to a decent sized sitting room filled with people milling about with drinks in their hands. Pansy recognized almost every single one of them. After all, she spent her fair share of time terrorizing many at Hogwarts.

”Ahem-“ Weasley coughed. “Harry’s here everyone… with his- er- date.”

At once everyone turned to greet them. Pansy had never seen so many happy smiles die all at once as their eyes landed upon her. Soon enough, their faces were each set in grim expressions of confusion, anger, and one or two looks of fear.

Harry reached down and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. It did little to help her nerves but part of her appreciated the effort nonetheless. He pulled her forward, a swaggering smile on his face as they approached a familiar couple.

”Hey Nev’, Luna, how’re things?”

”Uh- f-fine Harry, yourself?” Longbottom said. Though he spoke to Harry, his eyes remained trained on her. 

Pansy did her best to keep her expression neutral, though she doubted it helped things. Everyone always told her she had something called a ‘resting bitch face’ after all.

”We've been wonderful Harry. Judging by the abscesses of nargles around your head, you’ve been doing well too!” Luna chirped from beside her boyfriend.

Harry laughed and nodded. “I’ve been good, Luna.”

”I’m glad to hear it. Thank you for that Pansy!” The silvery-haired girl said with a serene smile.

”Uhm… for what exactly?” She frowned.

”Oh well for helping get rid of Harry’s nargles of course. It’s common knowledge that regular sex can have vast cleansing effects on a nargles infestation.”

Pansy froze instantly at the blonde's words. From beside her Harry sputtered, trying to deny the girl’s accusations.

She shook her head and let go of Harry’s arm. “I think I’ll go find a drink!” She blurted out.

”Pans I-“ Harry started, clasping a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s fine. Gotta learn to mingle, yeah?” She said quickly.

Harry nodded and let her go. The brunette quickly made her way to the kitchen, ignoring all the whispers of others as she passed. The first thing she spotted was a practically full bottle of vodka on the counter, one that just so happened to be her favorite brand. The only problem was the person standing next to it.

Squaring her shoulders, Pansy lifted her head high and stepped towards the counter.

”Granger.” She said in greeting.

The bushy-haired witch spun around and narrowed her brown eyes. “Parkinson.” Granger growled back.

Pansy held her hands up defensively. “Hey, I come in peace. Just trying to get a drink.”

Hermione peered at her for a moment, as if expecting Pansy to suddenly reach for her wand and start cursing everyone in sight.

”Tch- fine. Be my guest.”

Pansy sighed and began pouring herself a drink, foregoing the use of any mixers. The stronger the drink the better, for tonight at least.

”You know you’re not fooling anyone.”

”Excuse me?” Pansy asked.

Hermione cocked a brow and scoffed. “You may have Harry fooled that you’ve changed, perhaps even that you’re likable, but we both know you’re still the same conceited, selfish, bigoted person you were in school.”

“What the fuck do you know Granger? You don’t have a clue what I’ve been through. What, you think just because life’s been fine and fucking dandy for you since the war that I’ve been thriving as well?!” Pansy hissed.

Hermione laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Oh yes, working at a muggle bar. How simply terrible.” She bit out sarcastically.

Pansy’s blood went ice cold in her veins, her face going slate white. “Harry told you.”

”Harry?” Hermione laughed. “Please, he hasn’t told a soul. He’s too noble for that. I found that out myself.”

“So you were what? Keeping tabs on me? Waiting to see if I’d slip up?”

”Please.” Hermione scoffed. “I have far better things to do than stalk you Parkinson. But you forget I’m from the muggle world, which means I know I thing or two that you don’t.” The bushy haired woman produced a sheaf of paper and threw it onto the counter between them. Pansy glanced down with a frown before her eyes in shock.

”H-How did you get this?” She stammered.

”Oh it wasn’t hard. Arrest records are public information in the muggle world.” Hermione said with a smirk.

Pansy looked at the pages once more and gulped.

London Police Service

Record of Arrest No. 760188-D

Defendant: Pansy Cirilla Parkinson

Reason for Arrest: Assault & Battery, Resisting an Officer, Disorderly Conduct

The document went on, describing every detail that lead up to her arrest. Pansy didn’t need to read that part though. She remembered it all too well. At least, most of it anyway.

She’d gotten low one night. It was shortly after her unofficial ‘banishment’ from the Wizarding World and needless to say she had less than kind feelings towards those she deemed responsible. A few more drinks than perhaps acceptable and those less than kind angers had surmounted into full blown fiery anger.

Pansy angry usually resulted in her mouth running far more than it should. Pansy angry AND drunk? Well that was never a good combination. One thing led to another and… well she somehow ended up in a police cruiser after smashing a bottle of schnapps in a customer’s face.

“Look Granger I know we’ve had our…differences. But you have to understand that was- well it was a mistake! One I do regret.”

Hermione scoffed and stepped towards her. “Differences? Differences?! You terrorized me everyday at Hogwarts. You personally helped the Death Eaters run rampant through the school! You tried to turn Harry over to Voldemort!”

“I know!” She screamed. “I fucking know okay?! You’re not the only one to point out my mistakes, to remind me of every fucking failure I’ve had over the years! What can I do to prove to you that I’ve changed?! Because for god's sake if I can convince you then maybe I can convince everyone else who’ve made my life hell every day!”

Hermione stepped even closer with a sneer. “Nothing can ever convince me that you’re anything more than a sniveling coward who preys on the weak Parkinson.”

”What is going on in here?!”

Pansy and Hermione both jumped at the sudden shout. Harry stomped into the kitchen with a look of fury on his face. Pansy turned away and wiped the tears in her eyes with a quick sniffle.

”Hermione.” Harry growled. “What happened?”

”We were just talking.” Hermione said stiffly.

”Bullshit, why is she crying?”

”I-“

”It’s fine Harry.” Pansy said quickly. She turned back to face him with a strained smile. “Like she said, we were just talking.”

Harry looked to her disbelievingly before sighing with a nod. “Alright. Would you like to head home?”

”No, we just got here and your friends aren’t seen you in ages.” Pansy argued.

Harry shook his head. Stepping forward, he took her hand in his gently and pulled her close. “Pansy.” He said firmly. “C’mon, lets go home.”

Pansy sighed and nodded, falling into his chest as she was led out the door.

She didn’t remember the walk home, at least a majority of it. All she could recall was that one moment they were leaving and the next she was slumping onto Harry’s couch as he mixed her a drink.

”Pans I-“ He began. “I’m sorry. I had thought they’d at least give you a chance. I was wrong, and I’m just- Fuck I’m just sorry.”

Pansy took the drink gently from his hand and set it to the side. “S’alright. You look for the best in people, not your fault when they don’t live up to those expectations.”

Harry’s face screwed up into a pinched look before he sighed and slumped back into the couch beside her. “It’s just- Hermione’s not a bad person. She’s great really. Just sometimes she can be a-“

”Bit of a cunt?”

”I was gonna say a little overbearing but yeah, guess that works too.” He laughed.

”Well, cunt or not, I do appreciate you sticking up for me.” She said with a small smile. “Never thought I’d have Harry Potter as my knight in shining armor.” Pansy giggled.

Harry laughed and took a sip from a drink of his own. Pansy drank as well, enjoying once more the taste of smooth expensive brandy. Merlin did shagging someone rich have its benefits.

’Speaking of which…’ Pansy thought with a demure grin.

Her eyes roved over her lover’s body, quite enjoying the way the sight of him, even clothed, made her core tingle with anticipation.

Whether it was the alcohol, events of the night, or just her plain slutty inhibitions, Pansy didn’t care. Her arousal was staring and there was only one way to satiate it.

Harry grunted in surprise as she suddenly plopped straight onto his lap, followed by a deep groan as she ground her plump ass against his groin.

”You know, I think it’s custom for all good little damsels to show their knights just how… appreciative they are~” She purred into his ear. Harry gripped her hips tightly as she once more rocked herself against his growing erection.

”So just sit back lover, and let me properly thank you.” She said with a smirk. Ever so slowly, Pansy slid down from his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She tugged at the waistband of his slacks, unbuttoning the garment quickly enough before ripping them away to reveal her real prize.

”Yessss~” She purred. Reaching forward, she caressed his thick cock with her fingers, marveling at the feel of it in her hands as she began to slowly pump him. “Fuck your cock is perfect Potter.”

”Glad I can continue to impress.” He responded smugly.

Pansy threw him a faux look of annoyance before rolling her eyes with a grin. Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it once, twice, thrice across the tip of his cock. She couldn’t help but mewl quietly at the taste of him. It was intoxicating to her, and the more she tasted him, the more addicted Pansy knew she was becoming.

With a breath she took the final plunge, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her pouty lips snug around his shaft. Harry groaned loudly and threaded his fingers through her hair as she began to bob her head lazily up and down his length.

”Fuck Pans!” He gasped, bucking his hips slightly causing his cock to go deeper into her mouth.

Pansy gagged lightly as his cock head slammed into the back of her throat. She pulled off his length with a small cough but smiled brightly up at him with amusement in her eyes.

”Ah ah! I’m the one in control now Potter.” She chastised, running one manicured nail up the underside of his cock. Harry shivered at the contact, his cock jumping in a desperate plea for more. “If you want to fuck my throat, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

”Pansy- Please!” He gasped.

Pansy hummed and began to circle his bloated sack with her tongue, swiping it back and forth across each round ball before coming back up to lap at his pulsing shaft. “Please what?”

”Fuck! Pansy, please suck my cock.”

Pansy smirked wide in triumph and gripped his cock tightly. “Now was that so hard?”

Without warning she slammed herself back down onto his girthy member. Her throat instantly constricted around the intruder but she forced down every instinct in her body that was screaming for her to stop. Instead Pansy slammed her face forward again and again, taking his cock deeper down her gullet each time. Harry cursed loudly above her as she sloppily guzzled his length with flurried movements. One hand worked tirelessly caressing his hanging sack as she sucked, while the other moved rapidly between her own thighs, massaging her sensitive clit in a desperate bid to ease her own burning arousal.

Pansy moaned whorishly around his cock, the sensations from her clit sending tingles up her spine while her arousal only built with each loud suck on his shaft. The bobs of her head were a blur. She moved so fast. Every glurk, suck, and squelch of her tight throat only made Harry groan louder above her. She could feel his sack tightening within her grasp and Pansy knew it wouldn’t be long till his end arrived.

As much as she didn’t want to, her own burning arousal forced her to pull off his cock with a loud gasp. Her fingers rubbed tiressly on her clit, but her own climax wouldn’t come unless she looked Harry straight in his eyes while he came.

”Yesss~ Come on darling, cum for me. I want you to paint me with this big load. Fuck~ I want you to cover me in your cum.” She chanted as she jerked him furiously with her other hand. Her eyes bore deep into his own, practically begging for him to finish.

It was too much for Harry to bare. With a shuddering groan his cock pulsed powerfully in her hand. Pansy gasped as the first shot of cum slammed into her face, painting a long white stripe from her forehead down to her lips. She smirked in victory as more and more hot, sticky seed rained down atop her, splashing over her face and cleavage like torrential rivers of cum. She moaned as her pussy suddenly clenched and her body was wracked with the heavy waves of her own orgasm.

”Oh yessss~” She cooed. Without even taking a breath, Pansy dipped forward and took Harry’s pulsing cock in her mouth once more. Slutty moans echoed from her mouth as the last of his seed cascaded across her tongue. She drank down each drop greedily, whimpering pitifully as her orgasm finally abated.

”Fuck.” Harry gasped. “That was fantastic.”

Pansy giggled as she pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’!

”We’re not done yet Potter. You still have to fuck me after all.” She moaned as she swiped her fingers along her pussy once more. “And I’m already fucking soaked and ready for you.”

Pansy wouldn’t remember it, but between that nights bouts of animalistic fucking and cries of ecstasy, she finally accepted that meeting Harry Potter was most defiantly the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

Not that she’d admit it of course.

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Author’s Note

Another Pansy fic comes to a close. I’ve said it before and I‘ll say it again, Pansy Parkinson is my favorite character to write with Harry and I’ll never get tired of it lol. Hope you all enjoyed this little story!

Thanks for reading!