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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Nymphadora_Tonks, Pansy_Parkinson/Albus_Severus_Potter, Lily
      Luna_Potter/Jimmy_Peakes, Hermione_Granger/Remus_Lupin, Astoria
      Greengrass/Daphne_Greengrass, Astoria_Greengrass/Lucius_Malfoy, Neville
      Longbottom/Pansy_Parkinson, Seamus_Finnigan/Ginny_Weasley, Luna_Lovegood/
      Draco_Malfoy, Daphne_Greengrass/Neville_Longbottom, Padma_Patil/Ron
      Weasley
  Character:
      Remus_Lupin, Nymphadora_Tonks, Pansy_Parkinson, Albus_Severus_Potter,
      Lily_Luna_Potter, Jimmy_Peakes, Hermione_Granger, Astoria_Greengrass,
      Lucius_Malfoy, Neville_Longbottom, Seamus_Finnigan, Ginny_Weasley, Luna
      Lovegood, Draco_Malfoy, Daphne_Greengrass, Ron_Weasley, Padma_Patil
  Additional Tags:
      Implied_sister/sister_incest, Infidelity, Drunk_Sex, dub-con_bordering_on
      non-con, Date_Auction, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Consensual_Infidelity
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-29 Updated: 2018-03-24 Chapters: 11/? Words: 11535
****** Random Harry Potter Stories ******
by LRThunder
Summary
     A collection of random Harry Potter drabbles, ficlets, and regular
     sized fics.
***** Chapter 1 *****
This will be a collection of stories of randomly selected Harry Potter couples.
Some will be canon, while others won't. Some canon couples may have stories
that take place in canonical situations, while others won't.
Each chapter will be devoted to a different story.
***** Persuasion *****
Chapter Summary
     Tonks thinks Remus needs more persuasion to continue their newly
     established relationship.
Chapter Notes
     Set during Half Blood Prince, after Dumbledore's death, but before
     his funeral.
Remus could tell Tonks wasn't convinced. Even though he had relented and agreed
to start dating her, she probably suspected he would end their relationship.
The worst part about it? He didn't know if she was wrong. While they were
attracted to each other, and she didn't care about their age difference, he was
still worried about his status as a werewolf. What kind of normal relationship
could they have if he had to be apart from her once a month? What kind of
children could they possibly have?
They walked down the silent and dark Hogwarts corridors. Normally, there would
be teachers on patrols, and even the ghosts would be floating, engaging in idle
gossip. Not tonight. Tonight, the castle was silent. Even Peeves wasn't making
any racket, because he was too surprised by tonight's fatal turn of events: the
infiltration of Hogwarts by Death Eaters and the death of Albus Dumbledore.
Remus was so lost in his thoughts that the sudden jerk on his arm was his only
warning. He quickly drew his wand, expecting more trouble. Instead, Tonks had
pulled him into an empty classroom and closed the door. Before he could ask
what she was doing, she pinned him against the wall and started snogging him.
The sensible part of him knew he should stop things before they went too far.
But when her hair began to change from its mousey brown to its more normal,
vibrant pink, he decided to give in. He drew her closer as he returned the kiss
eagerly. Finally, he pulled away, causing her to groan with frustration.
"Sorry, but it's not like that I have a lot of experience in this area," he
apologized.
Tonks smirked, her head now a brilliant purple. "Lucky for us, I have enough
experience. I'll be happy to teach you, Professor."
Remus shivered. The naughtiness in her tone when she called him by his former
title aroused him. He started clawing at her robes, allowing his wolfish nature
to take charge. She moaned with approval as he ripped her blouse off her body,
causing the buttons to fall to the ground. He backed her up against a desk,
then tore her skirt off. Her knickers soon joined the rest of her clothing,
with her bra being the only thing keeping her from being completely naked.
The wolf continued to take charge as he started ravishing her body. He kissed
her neck, throat, and shoulder before kneeling. His mouth traveled to her bra-
clad chest, skipping her breasts briefly before turning its attention to her
sex. Tonks cried out loudly as he slipped his tongue into her opening.
"Merlin, Remus! Are you sure you don't have experience?"
He looked up, his eyes twinkling naughtily. "I said I don't have a lot of
experience, but I do have some. Besides, James and Sirius were my best friends,
and I was an active listener."
"Thank Merlin you were," she hissed with delight as his tongue resumed its
work.
Remus could tell her body was hungry for him. Time had barely passed before she
was coming, her body stiffening as her orgasm washed over her. He could tell
she wanted more from him, and he was determined to please her.
He stood and started undressing as Tonks took off her bra. His eyes blazed with
lust as she began fondling her breasts. "Do you want these, Professor?"
Remus growled affirmatively as his mouth attacked her breasts. He hungrily
kissed and sucked each breast, each nipple, drawing even louder cries from her
lover. He was starting to regret rejecting her advances for so long.
Finally, he pulled away just long enough to finish undressing. As soon as his
pants and underwear hit the ground, Tonks was on her knees, staring hungrily at
his cock. "Time to reward you, Professor." She started stroking his cock before
wrapping her lips around it, taking him deeply into her mouth.
Remus resisted the urge to fuck her mouth. It was clear she wanted to do the
work this time, and he was going to let her. Still, it was difficult,
especially seeing her head bob back-and-forth along his length, with her eyes
darting up to meet his. He knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough he came
inside her mouth. She didn't mind as she swallowed every drop.
After cleaning themselves, Tonks moved back towards the desk, but Remus stopped
her. "It's not that I don't want to go any further, but I think we should do
this properly in bed."
She was disappointed, but she nodded. "Do you promise?"
He smiled. "I promise. I just don't want our first time to be on the stone cold
floor of a classroom. You deserve better than that."
Tonks grinned. "Then let's get dressed, because I intend to take you home and
make good use of my bed."
They dressed and held hands as they left the classroom. Remus looked briefly,
but didn't see anyone else. While he knew he should feel guilty of engaging in
this type of conduct on a night like this, he knew Dumbledore would want to see
them both happy. That was the important thing.
After the funeral, he would make sure to seal their future together, no matter
what was in store for them.
***** Wedding Hookup *****
Chapter Summary
     Albus Severus gets a surprise from a fellow Slytherin housemate of
     Draco and Astoria, with a promise of more to come.
The woman looked familiar to him. She appeared to be as old as his mother, but
wasn't any of her friends. In fact, she appeared to be a member of the Malfoy
wedding party, at least a close associate of theirs. Despite her seat
selection, she didn't seem to be that friendly to Mrs. Malfoy. At least, she
continued giving Scorpius's mother a nasty look.
"Dad, who is that?" Albus asked, pointing out the woman in question.
His father grimaced. "That is Pansy Parkinson, an old girlfriend of Mr.
Malfoy's."
"Is she as nice as Mrs. Malfoy?" Albus asked, although he suspected he knew the
answer.
His question was answered with a harsh laugh. "Hardly. Astoria and Daphne were
the only decent Slytherin girls of around our age. Well, maybe Tracey Davis,
but she threw her lot in with Pansy and Millicent sometimes."
"If she was a friend of Mr. Malfoy, then why is she giving Mrs. Malfoy the old
evil eye?" Albus asked.
"Because she feels Astoria stole Draco from underneath her nose. Truth be told,
however, he was wise to marry Astoria. Probably why Scorpius is a decent bloke,
and the only reason Ron agreed to let him propose to Rose."
It was Albus's turn to laugh. "Dad, you know how stubborn Rose is. If he didn't
give his permission, she would have been the one to ask Scorpius, and Aunt
Hermione would have supported her all the way."
His dad grinned. "You understand the family dynamic very well."
"Well, I am a Potter."
Father and son turned their attention back to the couple, who had just finished
exchanging their vows. After the cleric pronounced them as husband and wife,
the Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were greeted with thunderous applause.
******
The afternoon hours quickly turned into evening as the sky darkened, but the
party was still going strong. Albus danced with his cousin a couple of times
before Scorpius stole his bride back with the traditional Malfoy smirk. He left
the dance floor, hoping to have a moment to himself.
As he left the reception, he saw a lone figure standing against the tree. Pansy
Parkinson.
"You Potters have a bad habit of spying, don't you know?"
Albus grimaced. "Sorry, ma'am…"
"Don't call me, ma'am. I may be old enough to be your mother, but that makes me
feel too old," Pansy said sharply.
"Then how should I address you?"
"Pansy will suffice, or if you prefer, Miss Parkinson. I know your parents will
have your tongue if you aren't polite. One of the problems to being both a
Potter and Weasley, I suppose," she replied.
"If I may ask, why did you come to the wedding?"
A small smile appeared on her face. "I may not care for Astoria, but Draco is
an old friend. I wouldn't let anything stop me from attending his son's
wedding, even if it was to a Weasley. What about you? Did you bring a date?"
Albus shook his head. "Nah, I'm not the dating type."
Pansy raised an eyebrow. "You look like your father, and I've heard you have
his Quidditch skills. That alone should have every witch your age begging for
your attention, and that doesn't include being the son of a hero."
"Maybe I'm not interesting in girls, but women," he countered.
"You speak as if there's a difference."
"It's called experience."
Pansy grinned. "Ah, so you're attracted to women like me, right?" His blush was
enough of an answer for her to continue. She started walking towards him,
swaying her hips as she advanced. "Is that why you're such close friends with
Scorpius? It would give you a chance to see Astoria up close and personal, and
sometimes her sister, Daphne."
"Maybe," Albus said.
"Or are you even naughtier than that?" She stopped in front of him and knelt,
putting her hands on his belt buckle. "Do you have fantasies about your aunts
sucking your cock? Or even your mother?"
He didn't have any response except to blush. She winked, then proceeded to undo
his belt and push his pants down. Once his cock was free, she wrapped her lips
around it and started sucking him.
Albus closed his eyes and let out a loud moan, not caring if anybody heard him.
Even though he was attracted to older women, he had his fair share of blowjobs
from girls in his year. But they weren't anything compared to Pansy. She
clearly knew what she was doing. She alternated her speed, knowing better than
to allow him to come immediately, but not teasing him indefinitely.
In return, he resisted the natural urge to start fucking her mouth. As long as
she was willing to do this, he was going to enjoy the experience. Her head
continued bobbing back and forth along his length, her tongue flicking the tip
of his cock. Despite their mutual restraint, it was only a matter of time
before he came.
Albus bit his tongue, trying not to disturb the party by crying out loudly.
Yet, he couldn't resist a loud moan as he came inside Pansy's mouth. But she
didn't pull away until he was finished. Finally, she moved away and looked up
at him with a wicked grin.
"Did you like that, Potter?"
He could only nod. She cleaned herself up and stood up. Once up, she told him
to turn around. Raising his eyebrows, Albus obeyed as he brought his underwear
and pants back up and redid his belt. "You can turn around now."
He turned around in time to find something in his hand. He looked at the items
with surprise: lacy green knickers and a small piece of parchment with an
address written on it. "You can find me there after the wedding so I can give
you a good, proper shagging. Now, how about we return to the party before they
go looking for us."
Pansy left with a satisfied smirk on her face, leaving Albus to stay there with
a stunned expression. He managed to recover himself before grinning. He ran to
join the others, hoping the party would end soon. After all, he had another
party to go to afterwards.
The End
***** Post Practice Peeking *****
Chapter Summary
     Lily Luna has a crush on her private Quidditch tutor, and she takes
     advantage of an opportunity.
Lily heard the whistle that signaled the end of practice. Sweat poured down her
face as she landed. It had been a hard, but fruitful practice. She was
confident that she would make the Gryffindor House team next year as a Beater.
She remember her family's surprise when she had announced her attention to try
out for that position. Only her father and Uncle George had been supportive.
Surprisingly, her mother was apprehensive.
To ease her worries, Uncle George had arranged private coaching with Jimmy
Peakes, a former Gryffindor Beater. While the rest of the family believed he
wasn't as good as either of the Weasley twins, Lily knew better. He had a
toughness about him that wasn't obvious. She imagined he put his biceps to good
use, especially when it came to making love…
"Potter, are you there?" Peakes snapped.
Lily nodded quickly, worried that he would know of her crush on him. While she
was of age now, she knew her family wouldn't like the age gap if they
discovered her crush. "I'm fine, Peakes."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."
"Good. Well, I think that's all I can teach you. I'm sure you'll make a fine
Beater," he said, smiling.
Lily felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at the smile. She also felt
her skin heating up, knowing that it was about to turn as red as her hair. She
turned and hurried to the locker room before he could see her blush.
The locker room was empty by the time she arrived. Apparently, her practice had
gone later than the others, which meant she had the showers all to herself.
That was good news. She needed to take a long shower before going home.
Lily undressed and was about to turn on one of the showers, when she heard a
moan. She stopped and listened intently. The walls were thick, so if someone
was moaning, they were moaning loudly. He moved her hand away from the faucet
and then heard the moan again. There wasn't any doubt about it: it was a moan,
a male moan.
She hesitated. The other girls had told her of a peephole that gave them a
great view into the male shower area. She hadn't joined them in taking a peep
because she had only eyes for Peakes. Now, she was curious, wondering if it was
Peakes. Finally, her curiosity won out and she dashed to the peephole.
As luck would have it, it was Peakes. Lily couldn't see his face, but she
recognized a scar on his left arm. He had shown it to her during their first
practice, basically calling it a battle scar from his first match with
Slytherin. Because he was so close to the peephole, she wouldn't make out what
he was doing, although she could probably guess.
"Lily."
Lily froze. Did Peakes just call her name? She looked through the hole again.
Judging by his arm's movement, she had a very good idea what he was doing. She
had grown up with two brothers and had walked in while they were wanking.
She made up her mind. Not bothering to take a towel or anything else, she
hurried out of the women's locker room and made her way to the men's.
Fortunately, the door was unlocked. By the time she entered, the shower was
already running, the water drowning out his moans. But there wasn't any doubt
that he was still moaning.
Lily watched from the doorway as the water soaked Peakes's body. He had his
head lowered, with one hand pressed against the wall, and the other stroking
his cock. She licked her lips with anticipation when she saw how big it was.
She wondered if it would fit all the way inside her. There was only one way to
find out.
She used the sound of the shower to mask her approach. But either she was
louder than she had anticipated, or he had spotted her out of the corner of his
eye. He looked up and she braced herself for a reprimand. Instead, he beckoned
her forward with his finger, and she eagerly obeyed.
"I was wondering if you could hear or see me," he grinned.
Lily stared at him. "You knew about the peephole?"
Peakes nodded. "Don't worry. I'm the only bloke who knows, because I doubt the
women would have liked it if they knew the men could spy on them. Double
standard, don't you think?"
She didn't know what to say. Instead, she knelt and started stroking his cock.
He closed his eyes and moaned. That was all the invitation she needed before
taking him into her mouth.
***** Foolishness *****
Chapter Summary
     Hermione knew she was foolish, risking Remus's marriage like this.
     But she also knew they both needed it.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for slight dub-con, infidelity, cross-gen, and slight
     underage
     Also, AU for the Chapter "The Bribe" in Deathly Hallows
Hermione knew she was being foolish, risking his marriage like this. But she
could tell he was hurting. He was genuinely afraid for his wife and child.
Still, she didn't like to see him want to leave them, despite his fears. When
Harry had called Remus a coward, she had jumped in between them to stop a fight
from breaking. Fortunately, Ron had pinned Remus to the wall to stop him from
drawing his wand.
After a short time of awkward silence, Hermione had suggested they all go to
bed. Remus would have left, but she had offered him one of the rooms in
Grimmauld Place. She had given the excuse that Death Eaters were still out on
the street, and Remus couldn't afford to be seen leaving the house.
That was her excuse. In reality, she wanted to slip into bed with him, to sleep
with the first man she had ever had a crush on. She wanted to know what it was
like to make love to her former teacher, to hear him calling her name as he
climaxed. She felt guilty, especially with the news that Tonks was expecting.
Hermione watched the others get ready for bed. She knew Harry slept in Sirius's
old room, while Ron went to the room he had shared with Harry the last time
they had resided in Grimmauld Place. Remus was the last to climb the stairs,
which gave her a chance to follow him and see which room he used.
To her delight, he selected the room across the hall from her. It was a small,
dingy room, with an old bed. She wrinkled her nose at the smell coming from it,
and she doubted whether the bed would be safe for Remus. It certainly wouldn't
be safe for the both of them.
"Remus," she said suddenly.
He stopped, turned, and watched her warily. "Yes, Hermione?"
"That bed doesn't look safe. Tonks wouldn't forgive me if you hurt yourself
sleeping on that rusty old thing."
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you offering me your bed instead?"
Hermione smiled slyly. "I was thinking we could both share it. It's big
enough." It was, since it was the room that Ron parents had used.
"Hermione, I don't think…"
His objections were cut off by a soft kiss. He was a little taller than her, so
she had to raise her head to kiss him. She expected him to push her away,
especially after he vented his fears about transmitting the werewolf gene to
his child. Instead, he deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.
Hermione expected to have to lead him by the hand. Instead, he scooped her up
into his arms and carried her across the threshold. He set her down, closed the
door, then started kissing her again. This time there wasn't any soft or tender
about their snogging; it was wild and passionate, especially as they started
tearing at each other's clothes.
Either Remus had unexpressed feelings for her, or he just wanted to be with a
woman after leaving Tonks. Either way, Hermione knew now was the time to take
advantage, before he had second thoughts. She raised her arms to allow him to
pull her shirt off her. His hands traveled down to her belt before yanking her
pants off her.
She returned the favor by helping him out of his clothes until only their
underwear separated them. But neither of them cared, especially when he helped
her take her bra off. She moaned as he started kissing her breasts, biting her
nipples gently.
"Not too hard," she reminded him.
"Don't worry," he said, knowing full well the consequences if he bit her too
forcefully. He nibbled at her nipples before licking her, then turned his
attention to her shoulders and neck. She cried out as his tongue flickered over
her soft and smooth skin.
Hermione didn't know when she was completely naked. All she knew was that her
knickers were on the floor with the rest of her clothing. She breathed deeply
as he finished undressing. He blushed a bit, and she understood why. Scars
decorated his body, scars that had been made due to his earlier werewolf
transformations. But she didn't care that his skin wasn't flawless. Others
would care, but she didn't.
She decided it was her turn to worship his chest. She brought him over to the
bed, then pushed him gently on it. She straddled him, bending forward to kiss
the hairs on his chest. She ran her hands over his scars, causing him to moan
with delight.
"Hermione, I want you," Remus rasped.
"Then take me."
And he did. She barely managed to refrain from screaming as he slammed his cock
into her. Hermione felt his breath on her neck as he thrust hard and fast into
her, causing the bed to shift under their combined weight. She wrapped her legs
around him, forcing Remus deeper into her.
The sound of the bed springs and their moans were the only sounds being made in
the room. In her years of fantasizing about Remus, she had never imagined it
would be like this. She moaned his name, urging him on. She knew he needed this
as much as she needed it. He continued slamming into her, kissing her neck as
he shagged her.
Soon, his movements became more erratic, and she suspected he was close to
coming. Before she could say anything, he pulled out and came all over her
stomach. He collapsed to her side, breathing heavily. "I don't know what came
over me, Hermione. I shouldn't…"
Hermione rolled over to kiss him. "We both needed it, Remus."
"I shouldn't have left Tonks," he moaned.
"Then go back to her, but before you do, promise me something."
He looked at her warily. "What is it?"
She smiled and moved to straddle him. "Next time you come, come inside me," she
said as she began stroking his cock.
Hermione was amazed by how quickly he became aroused again, but not so
surprised when she found herself on her back again. She knew she should feel
guilty, but wasn't able to manage the necessary remorse. She knew there would
be time for that later.
***** A Drunken Affair *****
Chapter Summary
     Lucius didn't mean to start an affair. Now, he's glad he did.
Chapter Notes
     Drunk sex, so warnings for non-con (to be safe). Also, warnings for
     implied sister/sister incest, and explicit infidelity.
He didn't mean to start an affair. It just happened. After all, how many
daughters-in-law would stumble out of a fireplace, drunk and unable to walk
straight? That was the situation that Lucius faced that fateful evening. He had
finished up an evening drink when the fireplace roared to life with green
flames. Normally, his family members would Apparate into the manor, unless they
were intoxicated. He knew it couldn't be Narcissa, so it had to be Draco. He
had warned his son the consequences if he returned home drunk.
But it wasn't his son. It was his daughter-in-law. Astoria stumbled out of the
fireplace, giggling madly. He knew she was definitely drunk, because she hardly
ever giggled when she was sober. Her dress rode up her legs, exposing her
thighs, and he glimpsed part of her knickers. He cursed under his breath. Not
only was Astoria drunk, but she had fooled around with another wizard.
As head of the Malfoy family, it was up to Lucius to fix it. If Draco ever
found out Astoria had cheated on him, it would be better if he directed his
wrath at his father. The last thing the family needed was Draco being sent to
Azkaban for a murder; killing Lucius could be attributed to a family squabble
gone badly. Few people would shed any tears at Lucius's passing.
Astoria was about to fall when Lucius caught her. "There, Astoria, I've got
you."
"Dr...Draco, is that you?"
Lucius and Draco looked quite different, even though they shared the same
Malfoy characteristics: pale skin, blond hair, and a pointed chin. Lucius wore
his hair longer, while Draco kept his short. Apparently, Astoria wasn't able to
tell the difference in her drunken state. "Yes, it's me, darling. Let me get
you to bed."
"No," she slurred. "I want you right here." Before he could say anything, she
reached down and pulled her knickers off before throwing them over her
shoulder. Then she hiked her dress up and bent over the edge of the couch.
"Fuck me from behind, Dr...Draco."
He didn't want to shag her like a common whore, but she was clearly asking for
it. He undid his belt buckle and slid his pants and underwear off before
slamming into her from behind. She screamed out as he thrust hard and fast into
her, his hands keeping a tight grip on her hips. She urged him on, her body
meeting his every thrust.
It wasn't long before he came inside her, causing her to scream as she reached
her orgasm. He withdrew, and started to fix his clothing, but her hand stopped
him. "No...not yet, Dr...Draco. I want to ride you like a Firebolt. Take me to
bed now."
An hour later, Astoria was asleep in his arms. Lucius didn't want to move just
yet. Once he was sure she was asleep, he would leave the bed. She kept mumbling
something. Probably her affair's name. "Ye...yes, Daph...yes, Daphne...."
Lucius stared at her. Was she calling out her sister's name? Had she actually
snogged, or done more, with her older sister. He cursed himself at the
realization. He had smelled a fragrance at the time, a perfume that she didn't
wear, but one Daphne Greengrass-Zabini did. He remembered how close the two
Greengrass girls had been before marriage, but he had never realized they were
that close.
He had shagged her to cover up another affair, only to start one of his own.
Luckily, she used a weekly Contraceptive Potion, and he was proficient in
Memory Charms. As he got his wand and modified his memory, he realized he had
an opportunity. He could have an affair with his daughter-in-law, and no one
would be the wiser. As long as he was careful, no one would know.
He didn't mean to start an affair, but he was now glad he did.
***** Moment in Paradise *****
Chapter Summary
     Pansy never imagined how wonderful her dinner date with Neville would
     turn out to be, especially thanks to a date auction.
Pansy didn't know why she allowed herself to get talked into these situations.
Yes, she knew she had to be on her best behavior. After all, the wizarding
world didn't take kindly to the fact she tried turning the Boy Who Lived over
to You Know Who. While she hadn't taken any active part in Death Eater
activities, there had still been a backlash against most Slytherins, and they
had been hauled in front of the Wizengamot anyway.
Now, she probably would have been acquitted, or had her case dismissed like the
Greengrass sisters, if she hadn't also been a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial
Squad. Given that the former Headmistress was now serving a life sentence in
Azkaban for crimes against Muggle-borns, anyone who had joined that squad was
under suspicion.
Her advocate had told her that it was unlikely she would see any prison time,
but it was in her best interests to cooperate. "Tell them that you're willing
to do your part to rebuild our society."
Pansy had scoffed. "They'll know it's a lie. I'll know it's a lie."
He had nodded and smiled. "I know, but they just want you to say it. They might
sentence you to some community service, but that will be it."
Sure enough, the hearing had gone exactly as he had predicted. She had said all
the right things, nodded in the right places, and they ordered her to do seven
weeks of community service. She expected to help repair buildings in Diagon
Alley or donate money for relief purposes.
What she hadn't expected was a date auction. When she had protested, they had
reminded her that her participation was mandatory. "Besides, it's not like
you'll actually have to sleep with your date. Just wear your nicest dress,
smile, show up for dinner and pretend to have a good time," her boss had told
her.
Pansy was still skeptical, but since she didn't have any choice, she agreed.
******
As it turned out, it could have been worse. Potter or Weasley could have won
her hand at the auction. That would have been a nightmare scenario.
Fortunately, they hadn't participated as bidders, since their girlfriends
wouldn't have liked it. Still, now that she had gotten used to the idea, she
had fancied the idea of being Oliver Wood or Charlie Weasley's date.
Now, while it could have been worse, it could have been better. Instead of
being their date, the last person she expected won her hand: Neville
Longbottom. When his winning bid was announced, she saw some of the other girls
look at her enviously. Granted, he wasn't the clumsy, chubby crybaby from first
year. In fact, he had blossomed into a handsome young wizard.
But he was a Gryffindor, and one of Potter and Weasley's closest friends. He
had also been part of that rebellious group, Dumbledore's Army, and she
suspected he didn't like that she had participated in the Inquisitorial Squad.
Still, she was surprised that he bid for her, so maybe had forgiven her? Either
way, it was only one dinner date, and she hoped it would be a short one. They
would dine, engage in small talk during dinner, shake hands, then leave.
******
Pansy exchanged owls with Neville over the next few weeks. Even though she had
to go on this date with him, there wasn't a deadline. She suspected the
Ministry wouldn't like it if she dragged her feet, but she was also busy with
work and her other community service. Fortunately, it sounded like he was busy
as well, or was he having second thoughts?
Finally, they agreed on a date: September 30. Neville suggested a restaurant
and told her that she could just meet him there. As tempting as that offer was,
she suspected the Wizengamot wouldn't like that. As much as it pained her, she
wrote to him, saying that it would be a better idea if he came to her flat and
picked her up, so they could go to dinner together.
Tracey and Daphne had insisted on helping Pansy pick out a dress. No matter how
many times she reminded them that this was a dinner date, and not a wedding,
they insisted. They spent hours at Madam Malkin's, pouring over the newest
styles. Finally, she selected one that she thought would suffice, although
Tracey had said, "You can do a lot better. He won't even get a good look at
your legs."
The dress wasn't that long, so she ignored her friend's exaggerated comments.
Once she was sure it would fit, she paid for it, then returned home to change.
She checked her watch: it was still a couple of hours before her date. Even
though she didn't particularly care for Neville, she wanted to make herself
presentable.
Pansy decided to wear her hair down. Normally, she wore it up when going to
dinner, but doing so exposed too much of her neck in the back. While she didn't
expect Neville to stare with lust at her, she didn't believe in taking chances.
As she finished getting ready, she was confident that the dress was perfect.
While it showed some of her curves, it was loose enough so she was able to keep
some secrets.
The grandfather clock chimed, indicating the time of his arrival. As soon as
the last chime sounded, there was a knock on the door. Instead of a soft, timid
knock, it was steady, confident. She walked to the door, opened it, and
immediately stared at her date.
The chubby first year boy was definitely gone, and if she thought he was
handsome before, he had obviously taken extra care to make himself even more
handsome. His shoes were shiny, and it looked like his suit had just come from
the shop itself. Even his face exuded a confidence that she never thought
possible.
"Hello, Pansy. Are you ready?"
For some reason, she found herself blushing. "Yes, I am."
Neville smiled. "Good." He opened a bag that she hadn't noticed him carrying,
and pulled out a boot. She looked at him with skepticism. "We'll need a Portkey
to where we're going for dinner."
"A Portkey?"
"That's why it took me so long to agree with you on a date. I had to save
enough money and make the international travel arrangements. I hope you don't
mind," he explained.
Without explaining any further, he offered his hand, and she took it. Almost
immediately, she felt like something jerked her off her feet. She hadn't
traveled by Portkey before, and it was rather disconcerting. Fortunately, they
landed almost immediately in an alley. Neville poked his head, then told her
they were clear.
Even though she hadn't been here, she knew immediately where she was judging by
the specific landmark she saw: the Eiffel Tower. If they were in Paris, there
was only one restaurant that wizards and witches dined at. If that was their
destination, her opinion of Neville immediately soared.
Pansy and Neville walked hand in hand, joining the increasing number of people
on the streets. The pedestrians apparently hadn't noticed the couple who had
appeared out of thin air. Finally, they emerged into the wizarding part of
France and were soon in front of Moment De Paradis.
"You hoped I wouldn't mind? Well, I definitely don't mind," Pansy said to him,
a genuine smile appearing on her face. She had a feeling this evening wouldn't
be as bad as she thought.
******
Moment De Paradis was built in the aftermath of the war against Grindelwald.
The French had suffered horribly under both Grindelwald and the Muggle
dictator, Hitler, and they wanted to have a place where French witches and
wizards could spend an evening, wining and dining and not have any cares at
all.
Even though it began as an exclusively French wizarding restaurant, it soon
catered to the international travellers. Ministry workers from all over the
world would spend at least one evening before engaging in critical
negotiations. In this case, it was truly pleasure before business. Soon, even
Quidditch players started dining here when international matches were hosted by
France.
Even though prices had fallen over the years, it was still too expensive for
the average wizard. Pansy now understood why he had to save money before
setting the time and place for their dinner. There were even rumors that the
restaurant had a waiting list. She had heard Draco say that his parents
couldn't even get on the list when they wanted, and no amount of bribery could
change the management's minds.
She guessed there were some spies from the Ministry, posing as diners, to make
sure Pansy was treating tonight seriously. She guessed that was one of the
reasons why it took so long for Neville to get reservations. Since he had cut
off You Know Who's snake's head, that had made him almost as famous as Potter,
and would have enabled him to get a table instantly. The wait was more for the
Ministry stooges.
Neville made sure they got a good look at the couple as the host escorted them
to a private dining parlor. He pulled a chair away from the table for Neville,
but he insisted that Pansy be seated first. "You know, Neville, I am perfectly
capable of seating myself," she said, although absent of any malice.
He smiled. "I know, but my grandmother always taught me to treat a woman with
respect, and a date with even more reverence."
She raised her eyebrows. "Even me? Even after all the teasing and taunting I
engaged in during our school years?"
"Even you. There are somethings that I know that you may not know," Neville
replied.
"Such as?"
He smiled as the waiter introduced himself and took their drink orders. "First,
I want to enjoy the meal, then we can talk."
She was genuinely curious. Did those things have anything to do with why he had
bid for her at the date auction? She wondered if he knew that she had...no,
that couldn't be it.
The evening passed as their meals were brought out to them, and ate. They
paused periodically to talk as they savored their dinner. But during their many
topics of conversation, she still wasn't any closer to answering her questions.
"You won't have to worry about the bill tonight, Pansy," Neville said, as she
started on her dessert.
She smirked. "Traditions of being a gentleman, right?"
"That, and the bill was paid in advance. That's one of the perks about this
restaurant is that we pay before we arrive. We owl them what we want, and then
our meal is ready shortly after we arrive. The only things we order in person
are our drinks," Neville explained.
"How did you know what I want?" she asked, although she had a suspicion.
"You're not Tracey Davis's only friend," Neville smiled, as he pulled out some
money for the tip. "And obviously, a tip is still expected. Given our waiter's
service, I think a generous tip is called for."
"Agreed, but can you answer one question, Neville?"
"Sure."
"Why me? You remember how I was in school."
"Yes, and I know how you acted during the Carrows' years. I remember seeing and
hearing you lie about Ginny's raid on Alecto Carrows's classroom," he said
softly.
Pansy froze. "You did?"
He nodded. "That was brave of you, standing up to her like that. Even though
you're pureblood, she could have punished you severely."
"Maybe my status as a Slytherin had something to do with that."
"I'd like to think so, but they weren't hesitant at punishing Astoria for her
helping the first years escape from Crabbe and Goyle. Gryffindor first years, I
might add. Then, I watched as you persuaded Snape and the others to look the
other way. At first, I wondered why Ginny, Luna, and I didn't get caught more
often, but then I figured it out."
Pansy guessed the truth as well. "My advocate. You hired her?"
"My grandmother did. I told her what you did, and she knew a couple of members
of the Wizengamot as well…"
She wrinkled her nose. "That sounds like an arrangement the Malfoys would
make."
"Not really. All we did is make sure you were represented by the best, and that
the evidence was presented. We wouldn't have done that if we thought you were
like Crabbe or Goyle," Neville said.
"And?"
"And what?"
"There's something else you're not telling me," Pansy said sharply.
He blushed, which confirmed her suspicions. "I don't…"
"Tell me," she said more gently, reaching for his hand.
"I fancy you," he whispered.
She suspected this, but to hear him confirm it surprised her. "You do?"
"Actually, I have fancied you since our seventh year. I mean, you were always
attractive…"
"Not compared to the other girls."
"True, but your willingness to help in your own way magnified that. I wanted to
go on a date with you, and I thought this was the only way you would agree."
He was right. If he had asked her out, she would have turned him down. "Well,
you were right, but now that I've had this wonderful night, I think I might
accept if you asked me out in the normal way, instead of a date auction," she
smiled.
His blush deepened, causing her to giggle. Suddenly, the light darkened, and
soft music began to play. "What's that?" she asked.
Neville's response was to stand and offer her his hand. Intrigued, she accepted
and he escorted her out of the parlor. In the middle of the dining room, there
was a large dance floor. A wizard wearing an eighteenth century-style wig was
playing the piano, while a young woman with golden hair was singing softly.
Already, the dance floor was starting to fill up with couples.
"Would you have this dance with me?"
Pansy smiled. "I would love to."
With speed she didn't know he had, he led her onto the dance floor and they
began to glide around it. With surprising skill and grace, he moved her around
the other couples, occasionally twirling her. She responded with another giggle
as she was swept back into his arms. Now, closer than ever, she could feel his
breath against her cheek, their faces closer than ever. Maybe he took the
initiative, or maybe it was her that made the first move, but they kissed. It
was a soft kiss at first, before growing more passionate.
They were so engaged with each other that they narrowly avoided another couple,
but were forced to pull away briefly. As red as his face was, Pansy guessed her
blush was as strong. She didn't know when he had become such a good dancer. The
only time she had seen him dance was with Ginny Weasley at the Yule Ball during
their fourth year, and to put it delicately, he was far from a polished dance
that night. She wondered if this was another skill his grandmother had taught
him.
Finally, when the music stopped, the other couples began to walk off the floor,
leaving only Neville and Pansy in each other's arms. They didn't kiss again,
perhaps too frightened by the heightened passions they felt. Instead, they
continued to hold each other, swaying gently.
It was Neville that broke the silence. "Would you like to see a great view?"
"Yes."
He led her to the rear of the restaurant, where she initially thought the
kitchens or the employees-only areas were located. Instead, there was a moving
staircase, not unlike the Muggle escalators she heard the Weasleys talk about.
While they weren't the only couple on the stairs, it was still somewhat empty.
The staircase led them to a set of golden doors, which opened automatically as
Neville and Pansy approached. What she saw stunned her.
They were on a balcony that overlooked Paris. The evening sky was filled with
the twinkling lights of the stars as a cool breeze touched her skin. She
shivered gently, realizing she should have bought a dress that had sleeves.
Suddenly, she felt something on her arms, and realized that Neville had removed
his jacket and put it on her. Touched by his sensitivity, she leaned her head
against his shoulder as he brought her closer to him.
"This has been a wonderful evening, Neville," Pansy whispered as she snuggled
closer to him.
"I assume you're ready to go home. If not, let me know, and I'll activate the
return Portkey for you. It will take you straight home," he offered, his voice
trailing off.
She straightened up and looked at him. "Or?"
He blushed again. "Or, I have a room reserved in my name, but it's big enough
for the two of us. I mean, I don't want to seem…"
Pansy cut him off by pulling him to her for another kiss.
Finally, she freed him, and he smiled. "I assume you want to…"
"That's a I want to make love to you kiss, and judging by your wand down there,
I assume you want to make love to me too."
Neville's blush deepened.
******
Normally, Pansy would want to take a closer look at her hotel room, but now,
she only had one thing on her mind: shagging Neville. If their earlier kisses
had been passionate, they weren't anything compared to the lust they felt now.
As soon as the door closed, Pansy pinned him against it, kissing him
desperately as her hands worked on his clothing.
They both knew they could use their wands to make the task easier, but that
would mean letting go of each other and that wasn't anything they wanted to do.
As she continued working on his zipper, she felt on dress strap, then the other
be pulled from her shoulders. Her dress began to slide off her, exposing her
breasts.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," Neville moaned as he turned his attention,
and mouth, to her breasts. She smirked as he started kissing and licking her
nipples, turning into a loud moan. She felt her dress continue sliding to the
floor, but she didn't care about that. The only thing she cared about, apart
from Neville continuing to worship her breasts, was getting him undressed.
"Neville, it's going to be hard to fuck me if you're still wearing clothes."
"I'm a wizard. I can manage," he rasped before focusing his attention on her
neck now.
Pansy was about to retort, when she felt herself being lifted from her feet.
She was carried to the bed, and not so gently thrown onto it, but she didn't
care. This time, Neville decided to slow things down a bit. He teased her by
starting to unbutton his shirt slowly. Not even a growl of impatience persuaded
him to speed up.
Soon, they were both down to their underwear, but neither of them showed any
signs of stopping. They gazed into each other's eyes before she pulled him down
for another searing kiss. With one hand, Neville caressed a breast, while he
pulled her knickers down her legs with the other.
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Pansy managed to roll them over so that he was
now on the bed, and she was on top. But she didn't stay there for long.
Instead, she sled to the floor, pulling his boxers with him. His cock sprung
free, and she licked her lips with anticipation. "It's a shame that I've
already had dessert," she teased, running her hand up its length.
"Maybe it's the main course, instead," he retorted.
"Main course, indeed," she agreed. Instead of lowering her head to his cock,
she stood up and lowered herself gently onto him. At first, she thought he
wouldn't fit, but then realized his size was perfect as her body adjusted to
its presence.
Pansy lifted herself up slowing before descending back down again, causing
Neville to moan. She gradually increased her pace as her pussy took his entire
cock into her eager body. She tilted her head back and moaned loudly as she
continued riding him. She had never imagined this would be so pleasant.
Neville's hands reached to caress her breasts again she rose and plunged back
down. Her moans turned to cries, the sound escalating in both volume and
pleasure. She didn't know if their neighbors could hear her, and she didn't
care. In fact, she almost hoped they could.
Without warning, his hands grabbed her by the waist as he lifted her off him.
Before she could protest, she was on her back again, and he was in her,
thrusting wildly. As much as she enjoyed being on top, she discovered she liked
it better with him in charge. She met him thrust for thrust as he continued
slamming his cock into her. By now, her screams were echoing around the room as
her orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. She tried holding back, but she
couldn't as waves of pleasure engulfed her body, causing her to scream
Neville's name.
Sweat poured down his body as he gritted his teeth, determined to allow her to
ride her climax to completion before coming himself. Soon, his movements became
more ragged as his restraint began to fade away. With a loud cry of her name,
he came furiously, spilling himself inside her. When he was spent, he collapsed
on her briefly before rolling off her body.
Pansy rested her head on his chest. If she had known Neville was like this, or
had the potential to be like this, she would have been a lot nicer to him
during their school years. "How long will you have this room?"
"For the rest of the weekend. Why?"
She raised her head and smirked. "Well, I was thinking we could put the rest of
it to good use." He responded by kissing her. Yes, perhaps she should allow
herself to be talked into these type of things more often.
The End
***** Back Up Plans *****
Chapter Summary
     When Harry is away from home for their anniversary, Ginny goes
     looking for some company.
Ginny almost missed the note when she arrived home. She was so excited about
this evening, that she almost passed it as she hurried to the bedroom. When she
saw the parchment drop to the floor, she stopped, and picked it up. As she read
it, her eyes narrowed, and she screamed with frustration.
Gin,
I am terribly sorry, but I have to work late tonight again. In fact, I may be
away from home for the next few days. I know it's our anniversary, but this is
a case I can't afford to lose. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get
home.
Love,
Harry
She snarled as she lit the note on fire. So much for a romantic anniversary,
she thought to herself. Instead of wearing the fancy dress gown she had bought,
she was now going to spend the rest of the evening in her nightgown and robe,
probably eating some ice cream in frustration. Gwenog would throw a fit, but
it's not Ginny's fault that her wedding anniversary was ruined.
Ginny decided not to spend the rest of the evening that way. If she can't have
fun with Harry in bed, she would have fun with someone else in bed. Maybe she
could drag a Muggle off the street, but the Ministry would frown on that. So,
it would have to be a wizard, but she would have to choose carefully. Any
wizard would give anything to get into her knickers, but she had standards.
She decided to go to The Underground. It was a new nightclub in Diagon Alley
where the average single witch or wizard could hook up. She wasn't a single,
but one of the rules of the club was that patrons or employees couldn't talk
about what went on there. They had all sorts of charms that prevented
invisibility cloaks (apart from Harry's), Disillusionment Charms or Animagus
forms (cough, cough, Rita Skeeter) from working properly.
There were three places people could choose to go to: the bar, where they could
just have a normal drink and talk with other patrons; the dance floor, which
was a misleading name since more sex than real dancing went on there; the
suites, where patrons could rent rooms if they wanted their sex life to be
private. She still didn't know whether she wanted to be an exhibitionist
tonight or not.
Normally, Ginny would have to pay a high cover charge for entry, but since she
was a member of the Holyhead Harpies, she got a discount. Also, since it was a
Tuesday night, she might be able to get in for free since it was Witches' Night
as well. She hurried to the bedroom and picked out her most seductive dress,
one that showed as much skin as possible. Some wizard was going to get lucky
tonight.
There was a long line when she arrived. The bouncer saw her and immediately
waved her through, which confirmed her suspicions since the line consisted of
only men. The music was blaring loudly as she entered. Another bouncer looked
at her briefly, then put a wristband. Now, she was free to find and seduce a
man. She decided to take her partner on the dance floor.
The dance floor was already crowded. Even though the lights were dim, she could
see Parvati Patil grinding her naked body against Dean. She saw Padma in the
corner with Oliver Wood, taking his entire length into her mouth. She had heard
from Katie Bell that Wood was good in bed. Maybe she should find out if that
was true.
"Well, well, if it isn't Ginny Potter?"
Ginny turned and saw a grinning Seamus. "Hello, Seamus."
"I didn't expect to see you here tonight, unless you're with Harry."
She scowled. "Unfortunately, he's working late, even though it's our
anniversary."
Seamus tsked. "That's a shame. Maybe you need someone to help you with that
problem."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
Without giving Seamus a chance to respond, she practically flung him to the
floor before straddling him. She leaned forward kissing him wildly, her tongue
entering his mouth. Her arse began to grind against his crotch, signalling her
desperate need to be naked.
Luckily, he was more than willing to oblige. With a flick of his wand, her
dress flew off, leaving her completely naked. She returned the favor, and soon
she felt his cock straining against her opening. She lifted herself up, then
lowered back down, taking his full length into her.
If there wasn't any loud music or other couples moaning and screaming, her
screams would have echoed around the dance floor. As it was, even with the
other distractions, other people soon turned their eyes on Ginny and Seamus.
She rode him vigorously, occasionally leaning forward to brush her breasts
against his chest.
The music began to soften as encouraging chants grew louder. They urged Seamus
on, wanting him to flip Ginny onto her back and fuck her into the floor. With a
wicked grin, he obeyed their wishes and he was now on top of her, thrusting
wildly into her.
Soon, they were the only couple on the dance floor, continuing the shag wildly.
Her screams echoed around the now quiet room as she felt her climax overwhelm
him. With a loud cry of her name, Seamus came inside her before kissing her.
He rolled off her to a loud cheer from the onlookers. Ginny soon saw other guys
lining up, begging for her to take them next. She smiled and waved, then stood
and pulled Seamus to his feet. "Sorry, boys, but perhaps another time. Seamus
and I need to take this to more private settings." Then without waiting to
dress, she grabbed him by the hand and Disapparated.
What an anniversary night it turned out to be. As Seamus fucked her on her
marriage bed, she reminded herself to tell Harry all about it once he got home.
He was never a better shag than when he was jealous.
The End
***** What He Needs *****
Chapter Summary
     After seeing Draco cry, she offers herself to him.
Chapter Notes
     Takes place during Half-Blood Prince, so both Draco and Luna are
     underage: Draco is 16/17, while Luna is 15/16.
Luna heard crying from the boys bathroom. She wondered who it could be. Even
though she wasn't allowed in there, she figured maybe she could help them.
After checking to make sure there weren't any teachers or prefects around, she
walked in.
It was there that she saw the last person she ever expected to see crying:
Draco Malfoy. He was bent over the sink, his head in his hands. His body was
heaving as he continued to sob. She knew he wasn't a pleasant boy; in fact, he
was quite mean, and that was even before he joined Umbridge's Inquisitorial
Squad last year. Then there was the fact that she had faced his Death Eater
father at the Ministry with Harry and the others. But she wasn't the type of
person to revel in anyone else's suffering, even if Draco was. Her father had
raised her to be sensitive to other people's needs.
"Draco, what's wrong?"
He whirled around, drawing his wand. His eyes widened with disbelief before
narrowing again in a feral snarl. With a flick of his wand, the bathroom door
closed behind her. Luna heard a click as the door was locked. "What are you
doing in here, Lovegood?"
"I heard someone crying and I thought I could help."
He sneered, but the effect was ruined by the tears rolling down his face. He
tried wiping them off his cheek as he kept his wand pointed at Luna. He wasn't
entirely successful. "I bet Potter and Weasley sent you to spy on me."
Luna shook her head, her eyes wide with surprise. "They don't have anything to
do with this."
"Liar."
"Draco, I want to help. What's wrong?"
She almost expected him to curse her. While she had her wand with her, she knew
she wouldn't be able to draw it in time to defend herself. So, she decided to
keep her hands away from her body to persuade him that she wasn't a threat.
Draco's wand hand shook as he started crying again. "He'll kill me if I fail."
"Are you talking about your father?"
His eyes blazed with fury. "My father's in Azkaban thanks to you and your goofy
Gryffindor friends! No, he'll kill me if I fail."
That's when Luna realized there was only one person who could generate this
much fear in him: not Snape, not Dumbledore, but He Who Must Not Be Named. She
didn't know what Draco's mission was, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She
wanted to help. Should she take Draco to the headmaster or Snape? Even
Professor Flitwick might be able to help.
But instead of leading him by the hand to the teachers, she approached him and
gently lowered his hand. He continued to glare at her, but she could tell it
lacked its earlier venom. She gulped nervously. She had a new plan in mind, but
she didn't know if she had the courage to go through with it.
With Draco's hand still in hers, Luna guided it to her shirt. She took his
other hand and joined them together. Slowly, she guided his hands as they
unbuttoned her shirt. Draco's eyes widened, but he didn't stop. Gradually, more
of her skin became exposed, causing her to blush. But she wasn't willing to
stop now.
Draco took the lead in finishing off her shirt. As gently as possible, he
tugged it off her and dropped it to the floor. Luna reach behind her to undo
her bra clasp. She removed it, let it dangle from her hand before letting it
join her shirt.
He wasn't stupid. He knew he would have to be naked if she was, so he started
undoing his shirt, not bothering to take his time. He watched as Luna stepped
out of her skirt and knickers, exposing her bare body to him. She watched as he
finished undressing, then took him by the hand to the sink. She bent over it,
spread her cheeks, then nodded to his reflection.
Luna gritted her teeth as he started fucking her from behind. Her arse met his
every thrust, and with each pump, she cried out, louder than the one before.
She felt his hands grab her by the waist as he started thrusting into her
faster.
Neither of them was going to last long and he soon poured himself into her,
crying out her name. She joined him as she came, her body practically shaking
from the sheer pleasure that overcame her.
They didn't speak as she turned to face him. Despite this offer, they both knew
it was a one-time thing, at least for the moment. But she wasn't willing to end
it without a kiss. She reached for his head and brought it gently to her as
their lips met. It was a kiss of good-bye, yet one also of promise. They
cleaned each other up before dressing.
As Luna prepared to leave, Draco finally found his voice. "Lovegood, why?"
She turned to face him. "Because you needed it, and so did I." Then she left,
after unlocking the door. She closed the door, leaving him alone to his
thoughts.
***** A Slytherin Distraction, A Slytherin Reward *****
Chapter Summary
     While her sister and friend distract the Carrows, Daphne Greengrass
     gives Neville a quick reward.
The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as Neville ran. Mixed in with the
sound of his footsteps, he could hear his pursuers gaining on him. If only he
could get some lead time, just a few seconds to open the Room of Requirement,
he would be safe. Unfortunately, it looks like the Carrows had enlisted some
help, because he was quickly running out of time.
As he turned the corner, someone pulled him into an empty classroom and put a
hand over his mouth. "Longbottom, be quiet! Astoria, Tracey, go!"
Neville didn't know what was going on, but he saw two Slytherin girls emerge
from the classroom. His mysterious abductor kept him out of sight, but he could
hear the conversation that was happening outside. "Professors, we saw him go
that way!"
"Are you sure, Miss Greengrass?" Alecto Carrow asked darkly.
"Yes, Slytherin or not, if you lie to us, you'll be punished," her brother
promised.
"You can either believe Astoria or let Longbottom get away. He's probably out
of sight by now, but that's the way he went," Tracey Davis said firmly.
Neville couldn't believe his ears. Three Slytherins were getting him out of
trouble. While he knew he should be grateful, he couldn't help but be
suspicious. For all he knew, they were probably going to turn him over to
Crabbe and Goyle. He listened as the Carrows cursed to themselves, then started
running. Gradually, the footsteps faded, and Astoria and Tracey returned to the
classroom.
"They're gone. They're headed to Gryffindor Tower, but they'll probably get
there too late, thinking that the Fat Lady already let you in," Astoria said as
Tracey closed the door.
"Thank you," Neville said, trying to sit down, but wincing as he felt a sharp
pain on his arse. "But they weren't trying to get me into detention, but to
turn me over to their Death Eater kin."
The girls stared at him. "Are you sure?"
He nodded grimly. "When they failed to capture my grandmother, McGonagall told
me that the Carrows would probably try something tonight. I have a place to go
to, but I wasn't able to get there before I heard them following me."
His rescuer, whom he had first thought was an abductor, asked, "And your hiding
place...is it anywhere near Gryffindor Tower?" When he didn't answer, she
continued, "You don't want to tell me? Smart. I was just thinking if it's away
from your dormitory, it should be safe enough to go there by now."
Neville decided it was safe to answer. "It's on the same floor, but not that
close to my dorm. But I have a question: why are you helping me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked.
"Because you're a Slytherin," he said suspiciously.
"Longbottom, not all Slytherins support the Carrows. Do you think Slughorn
likes what they stand for? Of course, not. My sister, my parents and I don't
support You Know Who, but we have to walk a fine line. By the way, my name's
Daphne Greengrass."
Now he recognized her. "Too bad I didn't know your name until now."
Daphne smirked. "Maybe you did, but rules do prevent Gryffindors and Slytherins
from mixing. Both of our Houses have reputations to protect. But do you want to
know another reason we chose to help you tonight?"
"Go on."
"Remember when you, Lovegood and Weasley broke into Snape's office? Well, that
provided the necessary distraction for Astoria and I to get a couple of first
years out from under the Carrows' detentions. McGonagall and Flitwick helped us
smuggle them out of the castle. Had you not broken into Snape's office, the
Carrows and the others would have stopped us," she explained.
"Maybe not all Slytherins are bad," Neville conceded.
"Of course we're not. Another reason I helped you is that you deserve a reward
for standing up to the Carrows."
Before Neville could ask what she meant, she knelt and started undoing his belt
buckle. "I would like to reward you with a full shag, but Astoria and Tracey
are keeping an eye out for the Carrows, and I don't think there will be enough
time. Just something to remember me by."
He closed his eyes as she started stroking his cock before putting it in her
mouth. He had his fair share of blowjobs, mostly by Ginny and Luna, but
Daphne's skills were different. While Ginny and Luna liked to let him come
quickly, it was clear the Slytherin girl wanted the both of them to savor the
experience. She bobbed her head along his length slowly, teasingly sucking him.
She seemed to know where his limit was, and was careful not to end things too
early.
But despite her attempts to draw things out, Neville couldn't last that long.
Before long, he called her name, being careful not to shout it, therefore
drawing attention. She swallowed him, then cleaned herself up before standing.
"If we all survive this, come find me so I can reward you properly. Now, go,
before the Carrows return."
As Neville made it to the Room of Requirement, he made sure he would find
Daphne when the war was over and thank her.
The End
***** A Permitted Affair *****
Chapter Summary
     It's not that usual for Hermione to give her husband the okay to
     sleep with another woman.
A trail of clothing led from the front door to the bedroom. First, shoes, socks
and stockings were scattered near the door mat. Next, shirts and jumpers
littered the living room carpet, followed by trousers and skirts. There, gaps
appeared in the trail, as though the owners stopped to do something other than
undress. Shortly afterwards, almost at the bedroom door itself, bra, knickers
and shorts could be seen.
The door wasn't closed. After all, Ron and Padma were the only two occupants in
the flat now. While she shared it with her sister, she didn't expect Parvati to
return anytime soon. In the meantime, she had more pressing business to deal
with. With her hands tied above her head, she wasn't in any position to do more
than moan and scream. Ron sucked on her neck before he focused his attention on
her breasts.
Padma wished he would hurry up, but he clearly wanted to take his time. She
couldn't blame him. After all, how many wives let their husbands have an
affair, even if it was only a one time fling? As Ron kissed her again, his
hands began fondling her breasts. Her body responded enthusiastically to his
every touch. As he continued worshipping her body, she found herself becoming
more jealous of Hermione, that she could return home to this excellent
specimen.
Finally, Ron raised his head, his eyes twinkling with lust. She took a deep
breath, knowing this was it. He grabbed his wand and muttered a Contraception
Charm. A faint light illuminated the couple before fading. Padma thanked Merlin
for whoever had the brilliant idea to invent the Contraception Charms. Muggle-
based contraceptives worked, but they weren't as fun. Besides, she loved the
feeling of a man's uncovered cock inside her.
Ron's growl was his only warning, allowing her a second to grasp her sheets
before he plunged into her. She gasped as he entered her swiftly, allowing
Padma to feel his entire length. But unlike her past lovers, he didn't start
slowly. No, he was determined to thrust quickly and roughly from the onset. She
moaned her approval as he continued slamming his cock into her. The bed shook
under the ferocity of their lovemaking.
Their bodies moved as one, with her meeting his every move, thrust for thrust.
She clung to him, afraid that he would drift away if she released him. Her grip
was so tight that he nails drew blood, but he didn't flinch. Their lips met as
they kissed hungrily.
"Fuck me, Ron!" Padma cried out. Her cries grew louder until they practically
became a deafening roar. She screamed with pleasure as her orgasm enveloped
her, with Ron following her over the edge.
"That's it, Padma. Padma...Padma…"
******
"Padma?"
She opened her eyes and saw a confused looking Ron staring back at her. She
looked around, worried that other people had sensed her thoughts. Here she was,
having lunch with Ron in a private parlor, or as close to private as possible.
She worried that her fantasies of shagging Ron would be seen or heard by
everyone.
"Padma, if you're not feeling well, we can always reschedule," Ron said calmly.
"That's okay, I'm fine." When Hermione had suggested that she have lunch with
Ron, Padma had to restrain her excitement. Her fantasy had Hermione giving her
approval for an affair. Alas, reality was a lot tamer and more disappointing.
"If you're sure. Hermione suggested I make up for my behavior at the Yule Ball,
but if you're not feeling well…"
Padma smiled. "I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind now." Like how to take
you to bed, Ronald Weasley.
"Well, Hermione wanted you to read this," he said hesitantly, handing her a
piece of parchment.
Curious, she took it and read it. Immediately, she felt her heartbeat speed up.
"Padma, Ron likes being on top. Make sure you use a Contraception Charm. Good
luck."
She looked up and saw a smirk on his face. "So that's what was on your mind,
just now, eh?" he teased.
Padma leaned forward. "Let's hurry up and eat, so we can get to dessert."
The End
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