Colluding With The Enemy - One-Shot

Summary: Umbridge wants dirt on Harry Potter and Draco wants to give it to her. Yet Potter proves to be an elusive foe. Desperate, Draco orders Pansy to make Potter talk by any means necessary. Unfortunately, Pansy knows only one way to do so, but Draco did say by any means, right? Hogwarts starts at 13. One-Shot feat Harry x Pansy

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Colluding With The Enemy

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Draco Malfoy paced the length of the Slytherin common room with a scowl. Curses flew from his mouth as he muttered to himself through clenched teeth. First and second years darted away, not wanting to risk earning the older boy’s ire. Many upper years, however, watched the Malfoy scion with mild interest, waiting for the inevitable tirade that would soon rear its ugly head.

He ignored them all, choosing to instead verbally curse the object of his current foul mood. Harry Bloody Potter.

The Boy-Who-Lived was the cause of many of Draco’s rants in the Slytherin dorms. At this point, it was a rare thing for his tirades to be about anything but the Gryffindor Golden Boy. Especially as of late.

The new Defense professor and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts had named Draco one of her most trusted agents. True she also named the likes of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy to her Inquisitorial Squad but Draco knew he was her top pick. He was a Malfoy after all.

Yet as her top agent, Draco was expected to perform far above that of his peers. Oh, he had given out plenty of detentions and point reductions to those who deserved it. He smirked as the memory from this morning came to the forefront of his mind. Seeing that little 3rd year mudblood cry after he incinerated all her textbooks and then gave her a month’s worth of detention for talking back was the highlight of his week!

Despite his success as a Prefect and Inquisitor, Draco had yet to actually achieve Umbridge’s most important task. Ruin Harry Potter.

It was not for a lack of trying. He himself had docked nearly 400 points from the scarheaded simpleton but had gotten no reaction. The usual insults and jibes were met with stony indifference and at this point Draco was at his wits end.

He couldn’t even have the half-blood freak spied on! Potter seemingly knew when he was being followed or eavesdropped on. Even placing listening charms on him didn’t work.

So here Draco was, wearing a deep rut into the common room floor as he bemoaned his latest failure. He had personally followed Potter earlier this afternoon and yet the bloody scarhead had given him the slip again. How does one even disappear from a fucking bathroom stall?!

In his angry musing, Draco never even heard Pansy approach.

“Draco sweety? Are you okay?” The brown haired witch asked tentatively.

Draco whirled on her instantly, eyes aflame in fury. “Does it fucking look like I’m okay you useless bitch?! For nearly a month now we’ve been investigating Potter and his filthy band of blood-traitors and yet we’ve found nothing! Maybe if you weren’t so worried about feelings like a half-brained Hufflepuff, you’d actually be able to make some progress!” He bellowed.

Pansy reared back from his shout, shrinking down with every word. Tears glistened within her eyes making Draco scoff with disgust. His father was right, women were truly useless things. How he ever became betrothed to her, who would never know.

Turning, the Malfoy heir glared at the flames within the common room fireplace. The fire engulfing the ever-burning logs within reflected his mood quite well.

“I- I’m sorry Draco!” Pansy sniffled. “Please, what can I do to make this right?!”

Draco refused to turn at her embarrassing wails. “You want to make this right? How about you make yourself a bit more useful than some sniveling whore and get me the dirt I need on Potter!” He bit over his shoulder. “I don’t care what you have to do, just get me something to give Professor Umbridge.”

“H-how?” The crying girl stammered.

Draco turned his head to regard her with a frown. “Do I have to think of everything? Flash your tits at him or something, I don’t know! Just find out what he’s up to by any means necessary!”

Pansy nodded quickly, not wanting to argue with her beloved Draco any longer. With a small bow the brunette witch left to set upon her task.

Finally she was gone and now he could come up with a real plan. 

‘Hopefully that will keep stupid bint occupied for a good long while.’ Draco thought bitterly.

He never saw the older students snicker as they realized what exactly he just ordered his own betrothed to do.

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Pansy stalked through the halls of Hogwarts on a mission. Despite it being after curfew, she made no move to try and traverse the castle stealthily. Any Prefect who dared to stop her was met with a chilling glare and a threat to report them to Umbridge. She was an Inquisitor after all which means she practically owned this castle.

After what felt like no time at all, the Slytherin beauty found herself in front of the Gryffindor dorm entrance. While the dorms were supposed to be secret to those not of their respective house, Professor Umbridge had made sure that her Inquisitorial Squad members knew where each dormitory was in order to effectively ‘patrol’.

Besides, it was always fun to catch someone in the act where they thought they were most safe.

The fat waste of paint that was the Gryffindor’s dorm entrance opened up without a word, far too used to being ordered by Pansy and the others.

She stalked in without a word. Younger years darted to their dorms at first sight of her while the upper years were a mix between glaring and slinking away from her. Surprisingly Longbottom was one of the glarers, not that it mattered.

Pansy scanned the repugnant maroon and gold room for her target. She found him easily enough, his shock of unruly black hair giving him away almost instantly. The fool wasn’t even trying to hide from her, something he’d come to regret.

Pansy stepped towards the Boy-Who-Lived with a sneer. Granger noticed her first, whispering hurriedly into Potter’s ear, followed by the two Weasleys on either side of him. All three glared daggers into her heart. She responded with a glare of her own.

“Need something Parkinson?” Potter mumbled from where he sat. 

Pansy felt anger flash through her chest at the lazy way he addressed her. The stupid git didn’t even look up from the blank piece of parchment in his lap.

“Just shut up and come with me Potter. It’s time me and you had a talk.” She growled, letting some of her irritation leak through.

He finally looked up, settling his gaze upon her with a small smirk of amusement. 

“A one on one with THE Pansy Parkinson, color me lucky.” He said with an undertone of mockery. Standing with a sigh, he gestured for her to lead the way.

“Harry you don’t have to-” Granger argued before being silenced with a look from the dark-haired wizard. 

“Leave it ‘Mione. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Pansy snorted. “Yes Granger, be a good little mudblood slut and listen to your master.”

Two fiery green orbs snapped to her with an intense scowl. Pansy was momentarily taken aback by the fierce glare. Hate and malice stared back at her causing Pansy to shrink slightly.

“Um- just follow me P-Potter.” She stammered, averting her eyes from his piercing stare.

He only nodded as she turned and began to walk away. Pansy heard him follow, his quiet footsteps only audible due to the silence within the common room.

As they stepped through the portrait hole, Potter suddenly grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to the side. Pansy let out an undignified ‘eep’ as she was suddenly tugged the opposite direction and pushed up against the wall.

Opening her eyes she was met with the sight of a very irate Harry Potter looming over her. One of his arms held her by the wrist while the other leaned upon the stone wall to her left.

“Let’s make one thing clear, Parkinson.” He growled with barely a whisper. “You and your ilk can say and do whatever the hell you like to me, but say something like that to Hermione or any of my other friends again and I’ll show you why your precious Dark Lord is so afraid of me.”

Pansy wanted to say something, hurl an insult, bite back with a threat of her own, stutter out an apology, anything really. What came out though was a singular small whimper as she nodded fervently, trying hard to ignore the sudden tingling she felt in her knickers.

Potter released her without another word, allowing her to continue their trek with a shaky breath.

She led him through the castle silently after that, not daring to say another word as she tried to calm her thundering heart. The fact that it was beating hard from excitement and not fear was a point of embarrassment for the girl.

Mentally she chastised herself for the sudden flash of arousal. It was true that Draco had not dared to touch her at all this past year. Her betrothed was far more interested in becoming the perfect pureblood prince now that the Dark Lord had returned, leaving her wholly unsatisfied. Pansy tried desperately to hide away any feeling of frustration she felt at Draco’s neglectfulness, though a small part of her argued that it didn’t matter either way since he had never truly pleasured her before.

She tried to keep that small voice as quiet as possible.

Still, even with her sudden tenure of celibacy, the brunette should be able to control her body better. Her cunt shouldn’t grow wet just cause a man had her against a wall, much less when that man was Harry Potter!

After walking in awkward silence for what felt like forever, they finally made it to the room Pansy had set up earlier. Opening the door, she ushered Potter inside before following. With a click and a whispered privacy spell, the door was locked and warded behind them.

Pansy turned towards her target yet was stopped as she came face to face with the tip of his wand.

“You have 30 seconds to tell me what this is all about Parkinson.” Harry snapped.

Pansy glared at him past the wand point yet dared not to raise her own wand to match his. That didn’t mean she’d take this lying down.

“Or what Potter?” She scoffed. “You’ll attack me? Hurt me? Please even if you had the balls to do it, which I highly doubt you do, I’m still a member of Umbridge’s security force. Touch me and you’ll be thrown out of your arse with your wand snapped before breakfast tomorrow.” Pansy smirked triumphantly, ready to hear his babbled apology.

However, instead of backing away like she thought he would, Potter leaned forward and pressed his wand against her chin. Tilting her head up forcibly with it, he stared deep into her eyes with a look of fiery hatred.

“You think that silly little badge keeps you safe? Answer me this Pansy. Does anyone even know you’re here?”

Pansy shivered at the way he breathed her name. Even held under wand point by him, her womanhood still clenched in arousal. Fuck she really needed to get laid.

Potter smirked at her lack of retort, not knowing she was too busy not to whimper with lust. 

“I thought not.” He whispered, grazing his wand lightly against the smooth skin of her neck. Pansy was forced to clench her thighs together in an effort to ease the burning desire within her loins. Her neck was always one of her more sensitive spots.

Potter tsked, turning away as he stashed his wand. He looked curiously at the room before him, no doubt expecting chains, shackles, or even an ambush.

Instead, the room before him was surprisingly… modest. Before it had been one of the numerous unused classrooms within the castle. 

Seriously, there were an impossible number of them.

Now, after a few cleaning charms, there stood a red upholstered couch with a small wooden coffee table in front of it. A singular candle stood on the table, casting a small glow of orange light around the room.

Pansy found herself blushing under his scrutiny. She only had a few minutes to get this room ready before marching off to the Gryffindor dorms. Though why this fact embarrassed her so, especially because of Harry Potter of all people, eluded her. 

“Well this is unexpected Parkinson. It’s surprisingly… nice?” He drawled.

Walking forward, Potter plopped down onto the couch with a small smirk, looking at her expectantly. Pansy took a moment to collect herself, shaking off all the warring emotions within. 

She was not some horny trollop with a date in a broom cupboard. She was Pansy Parkinson, an Inquisitor with a suspect in her grasp. Schooling her features, Pansy regarded Potter coolly.

“I’ll cut to the chase Potter. You have information I want and you’re going to give it to me now.” She demanded.

The messy haired wizard snorted, rolling his eyes. “Well that’s not very clear. What information are you even talking about?”

“How about we start with your little secret club you’ve been running. I want names, places, hell even give me the fucking schedule.” She exclaimed.

Potter smirked in that insufferable way of his. “Or what?”

Pansy growled at the smug look on his stupid attractive (Okay so she thought he was fit, so what?!) face. He didn’t even try to deny the secret club was real or that he was involved in it! 

Fury burned hot in her veins. She wanted nothing more than to curse the idiotic Gryffindor for all he was worth and finally rid the world of his half-blood filth. Yet she restrained herself. She had planned for this. Pathetic as Potter may be, she knew he wouldn’t respond to force. Subtle manipulation was her friend.

Draco’s earlier order’s echoed in her ears and while she was disgusted to obey them then, she now found herself oddly excited about the prospect. Besides, all she had to do was flash her tits right? Surely someone as weak willed as Potter would spill all his secrets for a chance to finally see a pair of breasts. 

Even if the rumors were true and Granger was whoring herself out to him every chance she got, the mudblood bint's chest was abhorrently small compared to Pansy’s voluptuous figure.

Pasting a sultry smile upon her lips, Pansy stepped forward slowly with an exaggerated swing of her hips. Instantly Potter’s eyes became glued to her swaying waist.

“Come now Harry.” She purred. “Don’t be like that. I think this exchange can leave both of us more than happy.”

He said nothing as she eased herself down onto his lap, her legs sitting perpendicular to his on the couch as she began to trace small circles into his chest with the point of her finger.

“Just give me what I want… and I’ll do the same.”

With that, Pansy reached up and popped open the first three buttons of her blouse, revealing the creamy pale flesh of her generous cleavage.

Potter’s eyes raked over the large expanse of skin with thinly veiled interest. Even if he were better at schooling his features, the… rather impressive… bulge pressing into Pansy’s bum would be a dead giveaway. She tried her best to ignore the building arousal in her own loins at the feeling.

Harry’s hand came up to rest gently on her waist making Pansy smirk in triumph. Yet, instead of spilling all his dirty little secrets like she thought, the brunette suddenly found herself shoved off Potter’s lap and onto the hard floor. She grunted as her bum landed harshly onto the unforgiving stone. No doubt she’ll have a bruise there come morning.

“Parkinson, if you think flashing a pair of tits like some two galleon slut will break me then I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken.” Harry scoffed.

Pansy stood, face red with anger and embarrassment. “Like you’d even know what to do with ‘em anyway! Draco was right when he said you’re not a real man Potter!”

Potter snorted. “Just go before you embarrass yourself further Parkinson.” He waved her off dismissively.

His words only served to infuriate her further. “What’s the matter, Potter? Afraid you won’t be man enough to handle all of this?!” She exclaimed, gesturing to her curvy body. “Figures! After all, I bet Granger’s stick flat arse is the only experience you’ve had with a woman at all!”

She jumped back as Potter stood abruptly. He loomed over her with a grim expression of anger but Pansy refused to back down. He had insulted her pride and for a Slytherin there was no worse offense.

“Speak your next words very carefully Parkinson.” He growled through clenched teeth.

Pansy scoffed. “Growl all you want, it doesn’t refute my point. So unless you’re gonna prove me otherwise, sit down and shut up.”

“You want me to prove it?” He scowled.

In hindsight, this was the point she should have cut her losses. The point Pansy should have said ‘No, just leave’ and be done with it. But Pansy didn’t say that. Her anger was too red hot and her pride too bruised to back off.

“Prove. It.” She ground out.

One moment she scowling at Potter, hate burning in her gaze. The next his lips were on hers as their hands ripped at each other’s clothing.

Her blouse was torn apart, buttons breaking off and flying in every direction. Her own hands slashed at Potter’s shirt, her mind to abuzz with lust to fully understand what her goal was. All she felt was his lips on hers, hungrily devouring the other as they snogged with fury.

Pansy moaned into his mouth when his hands cupped her breasts through their lacey purple bra. Part of her mind knew she was going too far, knew that she was just supposed to show off some skin and be done with it.

That part of her mind was a fucking idiot for all she cared.

She didn’t know when they had made it to the couch, nor did she care. All she knew was that Potter’s fantastic mouth was no longer on her’s and instead was lavishing her neck with devilish prowess.

She whimpered as he sucked harshly on her pulse point, sending a spike of pleasure down her spine. Her hands clawed at his unruly hair, trying to press him deeper, yet he had other plans. 

With a sense of urgency, Potter dove further down, ripping her bra free and allowing her large tits to spill free.

“Fuck I’ll give it to you Parkinson. Hermione’s breasts definitely have nothing on yours.” He breathed, staring down at her round firm globes in awe. Already her dark nipples were crinkling under his gaze.

Pansy felt a trill of pride flutter in her chest as a smug smirk appeared on her face. Of course her tits were better than Grangers. Superior breeding and all that.

Her mind didn’t have long to preen with pride as Potter leaned down to ravish her chest. Pansy moaned ecstatically as he took one nipple between his teeth and bit down hard. Pain and pleasure spiked through her body in a glorious mix of passion. The noises she made wouldn’t be too out of place in a Knockturn Alley whore house.Her back arched with a cry from her lips as Harry’s hand nestled between her legs and cupped her damp mound. 

Giving her nipple one last teasing bite, Potter sat up and smirked down at her incredulously.

“Wouldn’t peg you for a screamer Parkinson.” He laughed.

Pansy’s face flushed with embarrassment. Crossing her arms, she glared back up at him.

“Oh will you just shut up and fuck me already! Don’t tell me you’ve already creamed your pants just from snogging a girl Potter?!” She retorted.

Harry simply laughed again before gripping her thighs and yanking her towards him.

“Such a smart mouth. Tell me Pansy, does Draco know his own betrothed is begging his worst enemy to fuck her stupid right now?” He drawled, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down her wet slit.

Her breath hitched from the sensations. Fighting back a moan, Pansy schooled her best sneer over her features.

“Fuck you Potter!” She growled, mostly in an effort to silence the whine of pleasure bubbling in her throat. 

“That’s the plan love.” He chuckled.

His thumb hadn’t stopped rubbing her cunny through the thin pair of knickers she wore. With her skirt pulled up the way it was he no doubt saw how absolutely soaked she was from such small ministrations. With a chuckle, Harry gave her swollen clit a pinch through the cloth.

Pansy jerked her hips in surprise as a wail of pleasure was ripped from her lips. She received no reprieve as her knickers were suddenly ripped off in one smooth motion, revealing her weeping cunt to the world. When he removed his own pants, Pansy didn’t know, but one moment he was ripping her panties off and the next a heavy weight settled onto her stomach.

Looking down, Pansy’s eyes widened in disbelief. Potter’s cock was huge! Thick and long, it started at the base of her groin and came up all the way to rest on her belly button.

“Still think I’m not ‘man enough’?” 

Pansy’s eyes refused to leave the thick beast on her navel. “S-so you got a big cock, so what? Any imbecile can have a big dick and not know how to use it!” She harrumphed.

Forcing herself to look away, she crossed her arms in defiance and scowled. The heated look lacked some of its usual fire, what with her legs spread wide and large breasts squeezed together enticingly.

Harry just chuckled above her. “See that’s what I love about you Parkinson! Even whining for my cock you’re still just as bitchy as you normally are. I respect it.”

Any retort from her was cut off as Potter suddenly reared back and rammed into her cunt. Pansy cried out as her pussy walls were split in two. Pain wracked her body, Potter giving her no time to acclimate to his size.

With tears in her eyes, she glared up at the man above her as he began to set a steady pace. The pain soon transformed into pleasure thankfully, driving heavy moans from her lips. She could feel his large cock spearing parts of her depths she never knew was possible, each thrust claiming more and more of her neglected pussy.

Even as Potter stretched her needy quim wide with his powerful thrusts, his hands refused to stay idle. He explored every inch of her body, switching from gentle caresses, to hard slaps and pinches.

Pansy’s first orgasm came when he switched from kneading her hefty breasts to tweaking her nipples in vice-like grips. The combination of such extreme pleasure and sharp pain sent her sprawling over the edge.

“Oh GODS- MERLIN- FUCCCCKKK!” She bellowed.

Her pussy clenched onto his plundering cock like a lifeline, squeezing its invader as her inner walls quivered in orgasm. Pansy’s breaths came out at a mile-a-minute, chest heaving in exertion as she came.

SMACK!

Her cries were cut off from a sudden impact upon her cheek. Eyes widening in surprise, she stared open mouth up at the man currently pounding into her trembling quim.

“Always wanted to do that.” He grunted, squeezing her thighs hard.

She couldn’t believe his fucking audacity! How dare he slap her! After she graciously allowed him to have such honored use of her body? It was unacceptable.

“Oh no you just fucking didn’t.” She growled under her breath.

Reaching up, Pansy grasped onto Potter’s shoulders, sharp nails digging into his flesh. With a bit of effort, the brunette girl swung herself up until she was now sitting flush on Potter’s kneeling lap. He hissed as she suddenly reached up and yanked a handful of his hair, though he made no move to stop her, instead grasping handfuls of her asscheeks and squeezing.

Without missing a beat, Pansy set her legs and began to slam herself down upon his thick cock. They both moaned out in pleasure from the new position, the sound mixing with the lewd noise of wet flesh clapping together.

“You. Do. Not. FUCKING. SLAP. ME!” Pansy screamed.

Each word was accentuated with a bounce of her ass downwards, slamming herself onto his cock with powerful movements. Pansy clenched her teeth, grunting from the exertion.

She was under no notions that this was a bout of casual sex. Neither she nor Potter liked each other. In fact, Pansy was fairly confident that they both hated the other, so if they were going to fuck, then they would fuck with the appropriate emotion.

There would be no soft caresses or sweet kisses shared. He wants to slap her? Fine, then she was gonna yank his hair and claw gouges into his skin. He was just a cock for her to ride and she was just a pussy for him to fill. That was it.

Potter seemed to agree with this sentiment, as he dove down to bite one of her stiff nipples HARD. She hissed in pain and yanked his hair harder. He responded by reaching up and squeezing her throat, cutting off her airway in an iron-like grip. It was painful.

It was fucking exhilirating!

Never before had she felt so fucking good. Her pussy was positively gushing with arousal. Every nerve on her body was alight with pleasure. The air itself licked at her sensitive skin sending shivers of electricity down her spine.

Her second and third orgasms both came one after the other as she wailed with passion. Her legs trembled and shook with each climax. Stars appeared in her vision as she came, the sheer amount of pleasure overwhelming.

Suddenly, she was once more thrown off of Potter’s lap, though this time it was to the otherside of the couch and not the stone floor.

Blinking away the stars, Pansy was met with the sight of Potter’s twitching cock inches from her face. She looked up at him with an unamused expression, one eyebrow cocked and her lips set into a frown.

“I’m not fucking putting that thing in my mouth Potter.” She drawled.

Harry huffed. “I don’t remember asking Parkinson.”

She gasped as one of his hands reached down to pinch her sore nipples once again, just as the other grabbed the back of her head and yanked her forward. Any sound of further surprise she made was muffled with the thick pole of flesh shoved into her mouth.

Pansy looked up and glared at the smirking face of Harry Potter. With a roll of her eyes, the brunette began to bob her head back and forth upon his cock, flipping him the bird as she did so.

“Fuck that’s good. See Pansy! I always knew you had a better use for that bitchy mouth of yours.” Potter smirked, running his fingers through her brown locks.

Pansy ignored him, intent to not let on how much she was actually enjoying this. Oral wasn’t something she thought she would enjoy but fuck did it apprently turn her on. Slowly she reached down and began to tease her still wet folds, ignoring the way her legs were still shaking from the rigorous fucking not 2 minutes prior.

Slipping a finger into her used tunnel, Pansy moaned in delight, the sounds muffled from Potter’s cock as she sucked him even harder. Potter matched her with a moan of his own, the fingers in her hair gripping it harder and forcing her face forward.

He hit the back of her throat without warning, causing Pansy to gag in surprise. However, his hand stood firm, not allowing her to pull free. Potter moaned out again and brought his other hand up to grab another fistfull of hair.

Pansy had only a moment to realize his intention before suddenly her face was slammed forward.

GLURK!

The wet sound of her throat being pounded echoed off the castle’s old stone walls.

GLURK! GLURK! GLURK!

Over and over again, Potter hammered into her constricting throat. Tears and saliva streamed down her face as he roughly fucked her face.

“God yes! You’re such a good little slut Parkinson!” He groaned above her, one hand releasing its grip to slap her face. “Fuck, if I knew forming a secret defense club would get me my own personal Slytherin whore, I’d of done it years ago!”

Through her haze of pleasure and lack of oxygen, Pansy made sure to file that new tidbit of information away. Though he moment of triumph wouldn’t last long as HArry suddenly let out a deep roar and pulled his cock free. 

She didn’t have anytime to rub her aching jaw before a stream of hot liquid splashed onto her face. Pansy opened her mouth wide, shrieking in surprise as Potter let loose rope after rope of white cum onto her face. She coughed as one thick glob of the creamy substance was shot into her mouth, spitting out with a look of annoyance.

After a few more spurts Potter sighed in satisfaction, smirking down at her scowling features. 

“Now that look suits you.” He quipped.

Pansy merely glared at him with as much hate as she could muster. Her face was heavy with the giant load of cum that painted it. She grimaced as she could even feel some drip down onto her chest.

“Fuck off and get me a towel already Potter.” She groaned. “Oh for the love of Merlin- It’s in my hair!”

Harry ignored her request, instead snapping his arms out and grabbing her roughly by the wait. Pansy squealed as she was suddenly hauled upwards and placed on her knees, bent over the head of the couch.

“Later.” He whispered into her ear from behind. She felt his hands massaging and pinching her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as his till hard cock poked at her dripping entrance. “I’m not done with my new toy just yet.”

Pansy could only moan out a curse as his cock filled her pussy once more.

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Hours later, as morning dawned and early risers milled around the common room before heading to breakfast, the Slytherin dorm entrance opened up to invite someone in. All heads turned to watch as Pansy Parkinson limped into the common room, her clothes ripped and tattered and hair a wild mess. Whispers broke out as everyone studied the red handprints on her legs, cheeks, and throat, and what looked to be a mysterious white liquid dripping down her thighs.

“Pansy! There you are! Where the hell have you been?” Draco yelled from his place by the fire.

Pansy jumped at his voice, turning with a wince to face him. “Draco! Ah- I was just- ahem- doing as you told me to and getting- uh-  information on Potter!” The brunette stammered.

Draco hummed and gave her a once over before shaking his head. “And were you at least successful?”

Pansy froze. She wracked her brain, trying to decide if she should reveal all she had learned to Draco or not.

“Um…No Draco, I was not.” She murmured.

Draco sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Useless! Just- leave me and get yourself cleaned up! If you’re this much of a mess after just one night of surveillance I can only imagine what you’ll be like after I assign you to watch Potter all weekend!”

“A-all we-weekend?!” She exclaimed.

“Yes, consider it punishment for your failure. Now go! The sight of you disgusts me.” Draco ordered.

Pansy whimpered as she limped off. She barely survived one night with Potter, how the hell was she supposed to make it an entire weekend with him?! Sighing, she resigned herself to her fate with a mental reminder to ask Madame Pomfrey for a few contraceptive potions. She had a feeling she would need em.

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Author’s Note

I’m alive! Sorry about the lack of content, I’ve been on vacation over the last week. But I’m back now so more updates to come soon!

Thanks for reading!