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The winter chill was especially biting up in Scotland. Kirkwall was a beautiful city draped in an unusually thick layer of snow. Christmas lights and tall lampposts illuminated the dark night, barely revealing the outline of two figures huddled in an alleyway between a flat and a kebab shop.

“It’s fucking freezing out here,” Pansy Parkinson muttered as she pulled her coat tighter around herself. She was shivering and wringing her hands together to try to bring some sense of feeling back to them, but Harry didn’t have any sympathy for her.

“I told you to put on an extra jumper before we came here,” Harry reminded her for the fourth time tonight.

As he spoke, Pansy mockingly smacked her lips up and down. “And I told you that a real gentleman would give a lady his coat to keep her warm.”

“Do let me know when we find a lady,” Harry retorted.

Were they not worried about magic-detection objects nearby, Pansy definitely would’ve hexed him for that, and Harry would’ve already had a shield in place to intercept that spell. It was predictable, really, but that made working with her easy enough.

When Harry joined the Auror Department after the war’s end, their ranks had been decimated under Voldemort’s rule. Recruitment was heavy in the following years, and many unexpected people ended up joining the Auror Department. Some came for the expanded pay and benefits, others because they wanted to make a difference in the world, and some for reasons that Harry still hadn’t quite sussed out.

Pansy fell into that final category.

The wealthy heiress to the Parkinson family had been an old enemy of his back at Hogwarts. She’d loved to torment his friend, Hermione, especially, but she wasn’t above going after him too. She’d hung around Draco Malfoy every year, but like him, she seemed to have changed a bit since the war. Everyone did, he supposed, but Pansy’s change was quite odd.

All of her snarkiness and attitude remained fully intact after the war. She was quick to mock anyone who got in her way and brush aside those she deemed unworthy of her attention, but she also seemed genuinely invested in stopping crime wherever it appeared. She’d joined the Auror Department not too long after Harry had and quickly made a name for herself as one of the most dedicated Aurors on staff.

Her lack of interpersonal skills made her difficult to work with, and she burned through six different partners before finally being saddled with Harry. Her behaviour hadn’t improved at all, but strangely enough, their combined arrest record quickly grew to be the highest in the department. Then, they started getting assigned tricky cases that even some Senior Aurors couldn’t solve, and when they resolved those cases smoothly, they were declared permanent partners.

“Stop staring at me like I’m going to stab you in the back,” Pansy snapped at him. “If I was going to do it, I’d want you to see it coming. Besides, our suspect just arrived.”

Harry quickly turned his head to see the cloaked figure of a tall, hulking man appear striding across the road from them. As he stepped under a lamppost, Harry got a good look at the man’s face.

“Marcus Belby,” Harry murmured under his breath.

The man who’d once been a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, nephew to the man who’d invented the Wolfsbane Potion, had tried following in his uncle’s footsteps as a potion master but ultimately failed to complete his mastery twice now according to Auror records. With few prospects and plenty of connections, he’d instead chosen to operate an illegal potion ingredient smuggling ring. The Auror Department had been trying to find enough evidence to convict him of it for months now, but after their first team got caught spying on him by Marcus himself, they assigned Harry and Pansy to the case. Marcus has complained to the Wizengamot about the department allegedly harassing him, so Harry and Pansy were desperate to find any information that could exonerate the department before the Wizengamot could have a chance to restrict the department’s investigation.

Marcus seemed perfectly at ease as he continued on down the road a short distance before arriving at the entrance to the small muggle hotel he frequented whenever he was in Kirkwall awaiting his suppliers to arrive. He’d been renting the same room here for the last five months straight. He pushed open the door and headed straight in.

“Ready to follow him in?” Harry asked Pansy.

She brushed her dark-brown hair back from her face and glared sternly at him. “If you dare put one hand out of place on me Potter,” she said warningly.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Save your fantasies for Malfoy. I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last witch on the planet.” He held out his arm for her to take.

“You wouldn’t be singing that tune if you knew what I could do,” she retorted as she took his arm angrily.

Their mutual expressions of annoyance faded from their faces the moment they stepped out of the alley. Then, it was nothing but the smiles of a young couple retiring to their hotel for the night. They crossed the quiet road together and went straight for the hotel.

The warmth of a well-placed radiator struck them the moment they stepped inside of the small lobby. A young woman was working behind the counter, looking bored out of her mind at this hour. Harry smiled at her as he led Pansy past towards the staircase that led to the two upper floors where the rooms were.

They climbed up to the top floor where their rented room was, the room which happened to be directly above Marcus’. As soon as they got in, Pansy shoved him away and strode angrily over to the trunk they had at the foot of their shared bed. Harry locked the door and made his way over to the nearby window. Crouching down, he found a small wall vent right by the corner of the room.

“Hurry up,” he hissed at Pansy.

“Everything got jumbled up in here,” she retorted. “Stupid muggle trunks… there!”

Pansy joined him at the window with a muggle borescope. It was a camera at the end of a length of thick wire that connected back to a small display screen where the operator could see everything that the camera did. They’d suspected that Marcus was using some type of magic to detect any magic around him and his base of operations—it would certainly explain why the previous Auror team had been caught by him—so Harry came up with the idea of using muggle technology.

Harry removed the wall vent carefully and set it down next to him as Pansy fed the borescope into the hole.

“Slowly,” Harry chastised her when the camera bumped against the back of the vent.

“I am going slowly,” Pansy snapped. “Just shut your stupid mouth and let me work, alright?”

Sighing, Harry sat back and watched on the tiny display as Pansy steadily worked the camera down the narrow ventilation shaft. It ran down all the way to the cellar, but they didn’t need to go that far. Pansy only unspooled enough wire to get the camera down to the wall vent on the floor below them.

“Got it,” Pansy grinned as she angled the camera to peer through the vent grates.

The display showed Marcus stood in the middle of the room, and he wasn’t alone. A witch was laying on the bed, watching as he started to strip himself bare.

“Looks like he’s in for having a bit of fun tonight,” Pansy chuckled. “What sort of sad witch would ever lower herself to spend the night with this tosser?”

For once, Harry had to agree. Marcus wasn’t exactly the most handsome man, though he was wealthy thanks to his illegal business.

“Probably someone he could wow by buying her all—” Harry’s words cut off sharply as the woman suddenly climbed off of the bed and made her way around to Marcus’ side. He hadn’t been able to see her properly before due to the angle of the camera, but as she dropped to her knees in front of Marcus, Harry recognised her plainly.

“Fuck me,” Pansy muttered, and for maybe the first time ever, she looked at Harry with genuine pity.

Ginny Weasley, Harry’s fiancée, was on her knees sucking Marcus Belby’s cock.

Surprise rushed through Harry, but the feeling only lasted for a brief moment before it was replaced with something akin to resignation.

He and Ginny had continued their relationship after the war, but things had been different and strained. Harry chalked it up to their experiences during the war and the fact that they were still both reeling from everything that’d happened. Ginny had insisted that they get engaged quickly, and after a year of pestering, Harry had finally given into her. He’d hesitated because he didn’t know if he was ready to get married, but Ginny was, and so the matter had been decided.

But while he’d hoped that their engagement would help improve their relationship, it seemed to do the exact opposite. Things became even more strained between them. Harry picked up extra shifts at the Auror Department and Ginny spent more time going out with friends and visiting the Burrow. Honestly, Harry had half suspected that something like this had been going on for months now, but he hadn’t had confirmation until today.

Harry didn’t feel sad or angry about it. Not really. And what an indictment upon the state of their relationship that was.

But while he didn’t feel strongly about what he was watching on the camera, Pansy clearly did.

“Fucking cheating whore,” Pansy cursed under her breath. “I always knew she was an absolute slag.”

“That’s my fiancée you’re talking about,” Harry chastised her more out of habit than genuine care for Ginny.

“And she’s sucking another man’s cock,” Pansy exclaimed. “You should be furious. Why aren’t you?”

Harry could only shrug. “We’re busy with a case. It should be the priority.”

“Fuck that! If I was you, I’d march down there, break into the room, and beat the ever-loving shit out that arsehole.”

“Yeah, well, we’re different people, aren’t we.”

Pansy shook her head angrily at him and huffed. “I can’t believe you. Fine, stay and watch like a damned cuckold if you want. Let me know if you happen to see anything we can actually arrest Marcus for.”

“Didn’t you see the bag by the door?” Harry asked her.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at him like he was tricking her but eventually manipulated the camera to turn a bit to the side. Only the side of Marcus’ legs was still in view when the brown bag came into frame.

“You can see the Nundu fur sticking out of it,” Harry pointed out. “It’s illegal for anyone but an approved potion master to even own it given its use in poisons.”

“We’ve got him,” Pansy smiled. “Alright, let’s go arrest him.”

Just as Pansy went to stand up, Harry grabbed her wrist. “Wait,” he said.

“What?” Pansy jerked her arm away from him. “Come on. Let’s go deal with this before he can slip away.”

Harry shook his head, staring ahead at the wall. “Just wait till the two of them are done. Ginny said she’d be home by ten tonight. She must be leaving after they’re done.”

Pansy looked utterly flabbergasted. “What if she’s working with him? I mean, he only comes to Kirkwall when he’s smuggling in goods.”

“She doesn’t know about what he’s up to, I’m sure of it,” Harry murmured. “She’s not the type to go along with stuff like that. Just… just let her go home. I’ll handle her myself.”

Pansy stared at him for several seconds, holding back from unleashing the hundreds of quips that were sure to be on the tip of her tongue. Eventually, she settled on something more decent. “Don’t let her get away with this. You need to get payback on her.”

“And how am I to do that?” Harry asked.

“It’s obvious,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “You need to fuck someone else.”

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Marcus Belby’s arrest was a great coup for the Auror Department. As with all of the big arrests they made, the entire department celebrated Harry and Pansy’s efforts. There was even a front-page photo in the Daily Prophet of them leading Marcus into the Ministry of Magic.

Work slowed down after that. There weren’t any tricky cases that needed to be handled, so Harry and Pansy were back to their normal routine of going out on patrol, arresting petty criminals, and doing paperwork.

Harry had just gotten settled in his private office for the day, one of his favourite rewards for his excellent arrest record, when Pansy came storming in.

“Please for the love of Merlin tell me that you’ve finally confronted that slag,” she said as she slammed her palms down onto his desk.

With a flick of his wand, Harry slammed the door to his office closed. “No, I haven’t,” he said as he stowed his wand.

Pansy groaned in audible frustration and plopped down into the chair across from him. “Why the hell not?”

Because he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he and Ginny had had sex in over three months anyways, and it’d been over a week since she’d last given him a peck on the cheek.

It was only now after a couple weeks of reflection that Harry realised that he’d fallen out of love with Ginny ages ago. The fact that he was so unaffected by her cheating on him cemented that fact in his mind. They were just different people now. There was no real love or passion in their relationship. Harry couldn’t even feel annoyed or angry with her anymore. He was just utterly ambivalent.

“Look, it’s not any of your business,” Harry told Pansy.

Pansy blew out a mouthful of air and shook her head. “Not any of my business? I caught her fucking Marcus, same as you.”

“She’s my fiancée, not yours,” Harry argued.

“And you’re my partner,” Pansy countered. “She’s messing with your head, and that’s affecting our work together.”

“Really? Because I seem to recall Tonks telling us the other day that we’re doing better work than ever,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“That’s only because she kisses your ass so that you don’t leave and do something stupid like run for Minister for Magic like the press wants you to,” Pansy exclaimed, throwing her arms up. “Why the hell haven’t you at least broken up with her?”

“Because…” Harry trailed off. It was a good question. Why was he even bothering to stay in a relationship with a woman who was cheating on him? “It’s just not convenient for me right now.”

“Convenient?” Pansy raised an eyebrow at him. “Explain.”

Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat. “She keep the house clean—”

“A house-elf could do that,” Pansy pointed out.

“—and always has supper ready for me—”

“Again, house-elf. Or a restaurant.”

“—and she makes sure that my work robes are always ready—”

“Haven’t you heard what I’ve been saying? H-O-U-S-E. E-L-F. Or if you’ve still got Granger’s moral quandaries stuck in your head, hire someone to help out around the house. Merlin knows the Potter family has enough wealth to do it if you somehow couldn’t manage it on your salary.”

Harry sighed quietly. “It’s just a big change is all. Keeping things the way they are now is… simple.”

“Simple,” Pansy scoffed. “When has anything in your life been simple?”

“Maybe that’s why I like things to be simple now,” Harry argued.

“If you liked simplicity then you wouldn’t be an Auror,” Pansy snapped. “You’d be living off of your riches and vacationing wherever you wanted to go that week. Or you’d be back teaching those dunderheaded kids at Hogwarts.”

It pained him to admit, but she was right.

Harry was silent for a while, long enough for Pansy’s glare to turn from annoyed to concerned.

“The entire Weasley family has been there for me like no one else has,” Harry eventually said. His voice was low and quiet, making Pansy perk up to listen. “I’ve never had a real family until them, and if Ginny and I break up…”

Pansy leaned back in understanding. “You’re scared that they’ll abandon you.”

“Not that,” Harry shook his head. “I know that they wouldn’t. But things would be complicated, messy.”

“That’s on Ginny, not you,” Pansy said.

“I’ll still have to deal with it,” Harry shrugged. “And I’d rather spend some time making a few last good memories with everyone before it all goes to shit than have everything be a mess right now.”

“I can understand that,” Pansy said, surprisingly sympathetically. “But you can’t avoid it forever.”

“No, I can’t,” Harry agreed.

“So why don’t you at least go out and have some fun in the meantime?” Pansy asked emphatically. “I know that no one else has noticed, but you’ve been unusually mopey at work everyday. It’s depressing, and it’s pissing me off.”

“So, this is really about making you feel better,” Harry snorted.

“For fuck’s sake Potter! It’s about you manning up and getting back to your old self. I can’t go around having such a pussy for a partner any longer.”

“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” Harry retorted snarkily, easily falling back into their familiar quips. At least one thing in his life wasn’t going to change. “If I recall correctly, you were the one that shrieked like a first year when we uncovered that illegal acromantula farm. If anyone is the pussy…”

“That’s because one jumped on me,” Pansy glared at him. “And stop trying to avoid the issue. You need to go out and fuck some witch to get over your business with Ginny. Any single witch out there would gladly jump your bones.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I never knew that you were such an expert in what I needed.”

“I have to deal with you day after day. Of course I know what you need.”

“Then why don’t you do it, huh?” Harry challenged her. He wanted to show her how ridiculous this entire idea was. “You’re single, aren’t you?”

That certainly brought Pansy up short. Her jaw kept moving as she tried to work out what to say next, but no words came forward.

Suddenly, Harry felt very awkward. The tension in the room became utterly palpable, and he looked away from Pansy.

“Look, I—” he began to say, but then Pansy came around his desk and slapped him across the face.

Before he could do or say anything back to her, there was a sharp knock at his door. “Harry?” Ginny’s voice rang out. “Are you in there?”

“Yes, I’m—” Harry cut himself off as Pansy suddenly ducked low behind his desk.

“I can’t deal with this bitch right now,” Pansy muttered to him.

Harry stood up and walked around to the door to his office. As he glanced back, he heard Pansy moving around, but he couldn’t see her. Hoping that she wasn’t going to do anything stupid, Harry opened the door to his office to find Ginny standing there.

Even now, knowing that she’d been cheating on him, Harry still couldn’t find any anger in himself as he met her brown eyes. She smiled at him, but he could tell just how fake it was.

“Can I come in?” She asked him in a strained tone.

Harry stepped aside and waved her in silently. She stepped inside and sat down in the chair that Pansy had just vacated. He closed the door and sat down behind his desk again. As he shuffled his chair forward, his foot kicked something squishy. Or, rather, someone.

Fighting the urge to look under his desk, Harry mentally groaned at the realisation that Pansy was under it.

“Is everything okay?” He asked Ginny.

She seemed odd right now, almost like she was a bit skittish. He’d seen her earlier this morning before he came into work and everything had been fine then, so why this sudden change?

“Yeah,” Ginny replied quickly, trying to brighten her fake smile. “I just got an invite from an old friend to go away with them for the whole weekend, and I wanted to check in with you to see if that was okay.”

An old friend, huh?

Now that Marcus was arrested, he shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d find another lover so soon.

“That’s…”

Harry trailed off as he felt a set of nails dragging along his inner thigh. He leaned back, trying to act natural as he coughed, and saw Pansy’s pale-green eyes staring back at him from under his desk. They narrowed slightly, and Harry could feel her disgust for Ginny being translated through that look.

“That’s fine,” Harry told Ginny.

Suddenly, Pansy’s nails dug into his thigh, and he cringed in pain.

“Are you alright?” Ginny asked him quickly.

“Fine,” Harry lied. “Just had a bit of a cramp.”

Ginny bought the lie easily. Honestly, he was even surprised that she noticed that something was off with him. She always seemed lost in her own world recently.

“It’ll be a short trip out to Devon,” Ginny began to explain. As she started rambling on about her planned trip, Pansy’s hands started working their way up his thighs. All Harry could do was smile at Ginny and pretend to listen while ignoring what Pansy was doing, but that strategy didn’t last for long when he felt her hands on his zipper.

A bead of sweat dripped off of his forehead as Pansy unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock. He was far from being hard, but Pansy didn’t seem to mind the challenge. Her mouth engulfed his cock, and she went right to sucking him without Ginny being any the wiser.

“We’ll be right on the coast in this beautiful cabin that—”

Harry cut Ginny off before she could keep going. Not only did he not want to hear about what she was going to get up to with whatever man she was cheating on him with, he didn’t want her to overhear what Pansy was doing beneath his desk.

“That sounds great,” he smiled painfully. “But—”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Ginny beamed.

Harry groaned as Pansy’s tongue flicked around his shaft. Rapidly, it grew in her mouth until he was at full mast, still listening to his fiancée ramble on.

Ginny didn’t notice as he glared down at Pansy. Her eyes were shut as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking his cock for all it was worth, and somehow he felt like she knew he was staring at her.

Pansy had a way of moving that was quite different to how Ginny had gone down on him before. Rather than something slow and timid, Pansy was quite keen on ensuring that she covered every inch of his cock in saliva. She lovingly draped his cock with spit, making sure that her tongue swished back and forth to truly coat him.

Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop any other sounds from coming out. Ginny was too busy talking to notice the pained expression on his face as he tried to hide his pleasure. Pansy’s mouth felt so damned good that it was really hard to not let out any other signs of his pleasure.

But the longer that Ginny went without noticing, the more that Harry’s body let its pleasure be known. His back arched off of his chair when Pansy took his cock deep into her throat. She even gargled around his cock, and Harry had no clue how Ginny didn’t overhear that. Pansy was having a wonderful time stroking the throbbing veins in his cock with her deft tongue and sealing her lips tightly around his shaft, but Harry was stuck in a state of awkwardness.

That only grew as his pleasure built up in his cock. His hips started bucking upwards involuntarily as Pansy honed in on the exact spots where he was most sensitive. Her tongue teased them so perfectly that Harry was left like a doll being manipulated in any way she saw fit.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned.

“What was that?” Ginny suddenly asked as she was stricken from her stupor.

“Nothing,” Harry replied through gritted teeth. “Keep going.”

“As I was saying,” Ginny began with some attitude, glaring at Harry. She went straight back to rambling at him, and he was stuck trying not to cum.

Harry reached beneath his desk and grabbed Pansy’s head with both hands, but she simply smiled around his cock and kept bobbing her head up and down faster and faster. The pleasure built around him until his thighs began to tremble.

This was too much. Pansy was going to get him to burst right in front of his fiancée.

Ginny didn’t seem to care. If she did, she would’ve noticed that something was off with him. All that she cared about was telling him what she was going to do on her fun weekend away from him. And in that moment, Harry didn’t care. Nothing that she said came close to entering into his brain. It all went in one ear and out the other.

With a muffled groan, Harry exploded inside of Pansy’s mouth. She eagerly gulped down every single last drop of cum that he had to offer her, and he held her head perfectly in place until his hips stopped rocking on his chair.

In that moment of pure post-orgasmic bliss, Harry waved Ginny a fond farewell and good luck for her weekend to be a complete success.

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It would’ve been easy to pretend that nothing had happened with Pansy that day a couple of weeks ago, but she didn’t let him forget about it. Whether it came through sly innuendo or even just a knowing look, she was keen on keeping the memory of her sucking his cock alive and well in his mind.

All of this would’ve been easy enough to ignore had other matters not escalated. On a recent case involving the attempted theft from a Gillyweed farm out by Southend-on-Sea, Pansy ended up completely soaked in water. She’d taken off her heavy, water-logged robes to reveal that she had a simple white top on underneath, which was now completely see-through. Seeing her lacy white bra underneath and the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric did little to settle Harry’s imagination of her.

Then, only a few days later, she was forced to pretend to be his lover at a nightclub in London. While the snogging had been appropriate cover for the situation, her grinding her crotch against his had been a step too far in his estimation. But at the end, she pulled away with a smug grin on her lips, like she’d won some secret game they’d been playing.

She was such an infuriating woman, and yet Harry struggled to think of her now without feeling a tingling in his trousers. If she wasn’t so bloody fit…

No, no, he had to keep those thoughts out of his head.

But it was bloody hard to do so. Especially when she kept cropping up in his mind.

“Hey!”

Harry nearly jumped in surprise. Taking a breath to calm himself, he turned around to see Pansy looking at him with quite the grin on her lips.

“Yes?” Harry replied curtly.

“We’re going on a double date this weekend.”

“Are we now?”

“I already cleared it with the whore. I mean your fiancée,” Pansy giggled like she’d made a faux pas. “We’re going out to The Fanciful Elixir for dinner Saturday night.”

“And who exactly are you bringing?” Harry asked.

“Malfoy, of course,” Pansy replied. “Now that he and Astoria have broken up, he’s back on the menu.”

Harry could snort. Ever since they’d started working together, Pansy had been muttering about how much of a tosser Draco was. He knew instantly that she clearly had something planned for their double date.

That night when he went home, he tried to talk to Ginny about it.

“Do you really want to spend an entire evening with Draco Malfoy of all people?” He asked her as he tried to find a way out of this date.

“I think it’s a lovely idea to get out of this stuffy house for once,” Ginny replied over the supper table. “And aren’t you the one always saying that Draco isn’t that bad anymore?”

It was moments like this that he truly hated the fact that he helped Draco cut a deal with the Ministry of Magic.

So, come Saturday night, he was stuck at the Fanciful Elixir with Ginny, Draco, and Pansy. They’d arrived right on time and exchanged hugs and greetings before sitting down at the table that’d been specially prepared for them. But within seconds, Harry realised what Pansy’s real goal with this evening had been.

“So, Ginny,” Pansy began with the fake smile she used when they were undercover. Meanwhile, her foot was working its way up Harry’s leg. “How’s the Quidditch season gone for you so far? I heard that you scored nineteen goals last match.”

As Ginny began to chatter on, Harry excused himself from the table for a bathroom break.

But he’d barely made it to the private room when he heard heels clacking off of the floor behind him.

“Don’t slow down on my account,” Pansy told him with amusement in her voice.

Harry was so stunned to see her following him into the men’s bathroom that he didn’t even try to stop her when she pushed the two of them inside and locked the door behind her.

“What are you doing?” He asked her.

“What’s it look like?” She replied before she kissed him.

Harry kissed her back for all of three seconds before he pushed her away from him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Please,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “We’ve kissed before.”

“When we had to,” Harry argued. “When we were undercover.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you can pretend that we’re on a job right now.”

Harry shook his head in utter amazement. “I’m here with my fiancée. You’re here with Draco.”

“Fuck him and fuck her,” Pansy retorted. “I’m here with you.”

Harry breathed out in exasperation. “This has gone on long enough.”

“Oh, I agree,” Pansy replied readily. “You’ve been a fool for too long. It’s time for you to be with someone who actually respects you.”

“You respect me?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

“Of course I do,” Pansy laughed. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t still be your partner. You’re a good man, Harry, and a bloody good Auror.”

Was that a genuine complement? In all their time together, Harry couldn’t recall a single sincere compliment that Pansy had given him.

“Your fiancée is a slag and Draco is just a placeholder so that you can finally get your head out of your ass and realise that you deserve better than her. The only time I’ve seen you happy in the past month was when I was sucking your cock. And if that’s what it takes to make you happy again, then I’ll do it every single day.”

“Why?” Harry blurted out. “Why do you even care? Really. And don’t try any of that partner bullshit on me again.”

Pansy had a serious look in her eyes as she scrutinised him, really trying to suss out if he was being sincere or not. “The truth is that I like you. I have for a long time now, and I’ve been so pissed off seeing you with a woman who doesn’t deserve you.”

“But we fight all the time,” Harry pointed out. “How can you like someone that you fight with so much?”

“How can you not?” Pansy argued back. “You drive me up a wall sometimes, but that just means that I really care about you.”

That… that was more true than Harry liked to believe. Ginny didn’t drive him up a wall. There was no passion in their relationship anymore, either from love or from hate. Nothing was left to be salvaged between the two of them. But he remembered when there was. The nights that they’d playfully bicker and argue until he pinned her down and she kissed him. The way that they’d fuck like it was the first time all over again. How much he wanted to nurture and protect her.

And with Pansy…

Was he in love with her?

She was on his thoughts all the bloody time. They were always arguing and fighting, but it never affected their relationship. It was just… what he expected from her. They’d bicker and fight and get on with their work until the job was done. Then, they might have a celebratory drink or two before they went back to the starting point.

Their arguments had always been fun and playful to him; there was never any real malice behind them. He didn’t want to see her actually hurt from anything he did. He always looked out for her when they were on a job too.

Harry cared for Pansy, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He didn’t know when or how it started, but the reality was that this was the case now and he needed to learn to deal with it.

So, what was he going to do?

His mouth felt parched as he opened it. “You really want to be with me?”

Pansy snorted. “No, I just blow any guy I happen to see looking pathetic. Of course I want to be with—”

Harry captured her lips in a kiss, and Pansy kissed him right back with just as much passionate love. For the first time in who knows how long, Harry let himself get utterly lost in the moment, not worrying about anything more than himself and the woman in his arms.

It was that utter release of inhibitions that made him realise that he wanted to break up with Ginny. She didn’t deserve him. She could have any wizard who’d take her. What truly mattered was that he had someone who cared about him, and he’d had that person next to him for a long-enough time.

Pansy stepped backwards as Harry pressed forward. She kept going until she backed all the way into the long countertop where the sink was. Harry grabbed her ass and hoisted her up onto the countertop, and she spread her legs around his hips.

“You’re so fucking bad,” Harry groaned into her mouth.

“You’re only just realising that now?” Pansy grinned at him. She grabbed his cock through his trousers. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long. Fuck me right now, before Ginny and Draco start to worry.”

Harry rapidly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock-hard cock. It slapped against Pansy’s inner thigh as he lifted up her robes. She gripped his shaft with both hands and started stroking him as he tore open the tights she was wearing beneath her robes, opening up a perfect access to her thong-covered pussy.

“You’re mine now,” Harry growled.

“Oh?” Pansy giggled. “So, you’re not Ginny’s pathetic pussy anymore?”

Harry reached up and grabbed her by the throat. He wasn’t choking her or even really hurting her in any way, but Pansy seemed completely thrilled regardless.

“I’m my own man, and you’re my woman now,” Harry told her sincerely. He leaned in close to whisper into her ear. “And I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll wish I’d done this sooner.”

Tearing away her thong, Harry slapped his cock on her wet pussy and kissed her hard. Pansy grabbed the back of his head and held him there as she tried to force her tongue into his mouth, but Harry battled her back. He was in control, and he was going to give her exactly what she’d been begging for for weeks now.

The tip of his cock slid up and down between her labia for a few seconds before he pushed forward and speared himself inside of her. Her walls were tight and hot as they engulfed his cock, and Pansy squealed with delight into his mouth. He pushed and pushed until every inch of him was inside of her.

Grinning at how good it felt, Harry grabbed both of Pansy’s hips and held her perfectly in place as he started to fuck her. With both of them gone from the table, he didn’t know how long it would be before Ginny or Draco came to look for them. So, this wasn’t going to be some patient, gentle lovemaking session. This was going to be hard, rough, and fast, and he figured that Pansy wouldn’t want it any other way. He certainly didn’t.

After going so long without sex, it stunned him as to how good it felt. Even with Ginny, it’d never been as intense as this. As his cock pounded her sex, filling her up to the brim before pulling back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her and then slamming forward again, his nerves felt like they were on fire with ecstasy. His cock was rock hard and throbbing as he slammed forward, and her walls squeezed him tightly to reward how good he was doing.

“You feel so good,” Pansy said breathlessly as they broke apart their kiss. Her eyes were wild with lust. “I can’t wait to corner you in your office one day and ride your cock how it ought to be. I bet Ginny couldn’t manage to tame that fucking beast between your legs.”

No, she never had. But Harry didn’t want to think about her right now.

“And what makes you think that you could?” Harry grunted.

With a sly smirk, Pansy squeezed her walls so tight around his cock that it literally took his breath away. He groaned loudly and fell forward, catching himself on her shoulder.

“That’s why,” she whispered in his ear. “I can drive you wild and make you cum in an instant. And I won’t be satisfied until you’re completely dehydrated and begging for mercy. I wonder how many of your thick loads you could fit inside of my pussy.”

Harry just shook his head in utter awe at how horny she was. “I never knew you were so filthy.”

“There’s a lot you’ve yet to learn about me,” Pansy replied with a sultry tone. “We’re going to have fun together, you and I.”

Yes, they were.

Suddenly, Harry yanked her off of the countertop and pulled out of her. Her disappointed whine only lasted a second before he spun her around and bent her over the countertop. He slammed his cock back inside of her pussy and fucked her hard, watching her ass cheeks jiggle beautifully.

Pansy didn’t try to disguise or hide her moans as Harry rammed his cock deep into her pussy. Most restaurants like this had enough privacy charms on the bathroom to keep any sound from entering or escaping, so they didn’t have to be quiet. Pansy’s moans mingled with the sound of his hips smacking off of her ass, reverberating around the bathroom in a perfect symphony.

Harry could feel himself growing closer to the end just as Pansy’s walls started fluttering around his cock. With one hand on her hip, he used his other one to grab a handful of her hair and yanked her head back so that she was looking at him.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked her.

There was a twinkle in her eyes when she responded. “In my mouth,” she practically begged. “Just hold on. I’m so close.”

That was a difficult task, but he was going to give everything to fulfil it. He tried to force his mind away from her silky pussy and how good it felt wrapped around his cock but nothing seemed to work well. It was especially hard when Pansy’s moans were turning into louder cries of pleasure.

But then it happened. On one particular thrust where Harry slammed hard into Pansy’s pussy, she screamed and her pussy started spasming around his cock. His knees went weak at how good she felt, but he held on and kept his cock lodged deep inside of her. Pansy’s nails dragged down the countertop as her whole body shook.

Before her orgasm even subsided, Pansy growled. “Now.”

Harry pulled back and slipped out of her, and Pansy dropped down to her knees. She grabbed his slick cock with both hands and started pumping his shaft furiously as she stared up at him with lust-filled eyes.

“Give it to me,” she ordered him. “I need to taste your fucking cum.”

Harry groaned and hunched forward as the pleasure began to build. He was so close and started bucking his hips forwards into Pansy’s hands. Then, with a groan, he started to cum.

Pansy instantly opened her mouth wide and caught the first spurt that shot out of his cock. She lunged forward and wrapped her pretty lips around the tip of his cock and kept stroking his shaft, pumping a heavy load of cum into her mouth. She kept going until Harry had nothing more to give, and then she sat back with a smile, proud of herself.

Harry hastily stowed away his cock and helped Pansy to her feet. She straightened out her robes and waved her wand to cast a quick charm to fix her hair back to normal. Even still, they both clearly looked a little dishevelled, but there wasn’t much they could do about that now. And, quite frankly, Harry didn’t care.

When they left the bathroom and headed back to their table, Harry found Ginny and Malfoy glaring at each other with untouched plates of food in front of them. Then, Ginny spotted him and turned her angry look onto him. It was the type of look that always preceded a rant or a tantrum from her.

“Sorry,” Harry said as they got back to the table together. He sat down in his seat right next to Ginny.

“Seriously, Harry?” Ginny snapped at him. “You disappear for nearly ten minutes and come back with just a ‘sorry’? What were you off doing that took so much time?”

Pansy chose to answer that for the both of them. She leaned over the table, opened her mouth, and dropped a mouthful of cum all over Ginny’s appetiser. It took Ginny’s brain a few seconds to process exactly what had come out of Pansy’s mouth and the fact that it was now coating her food, but once it did, the purest look of sincere shock spread across her face.

“That’s what we were doing you stupid bitch,” Pansy said smugly to Ginny. “Go on and get a taste if you want. It’ll be the last time you ever get a chance to taste Harry ever again. He’s mine now, and it’s well past time you went off to shack up with one of the men you sneak out to fuck.”

A million thoughts and emotions flooded through Ginny all at once. One second she looked like she was going to deny it, the next she was going to yell at Harry for fucking another woman, and then tears welled up in her eyes. In the end, she didn’t know what else to do but to stand up and run out of the restaurant.

Pansy sighed in annoyance. “Perfectly good cum wasted,” she muttered as she vanished everything on Ginny’s abandoned plate.

“Wait!” Draco exclaimed. “You invited me here just to get some type of fucked up revenge on Ginny? You told me that you wanted to show me off to piss off Potter and that we were going to go back to yours and fuck.”

“Did I?” Pansy replied innocently. “I think you must be confused. I’ve never had sex with you and have no intention of starting now. You can go back home alone. I’d like to finish my date with my new beau in peace.”

Angrily, Draco got up and stormed out of the restaurant too.

“Finally, some peace,” Pansy said as she sat down in her seat.

Harry just laughed. “It’s nice not being on the receiving end of your ire for once.”

“You still have the chance of being on it tonight if you don’t satisfy me when we get back to my manor,” Pansy told him with a smile. “Now, eat up. We’re going to need plenty of energy for the fun we’re going to have tonight.”