October 2026's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Pansy - A Wizard and His Bunny (Patreon)

It was with the greatest reluctance that Pansy Parkinson donned her dress robes for the evening. Despite it being a muggle creation, the idea of a costume ball was a fun one. She was excited to dress up in a fun outfit and dance the night away with her friends.

The only problem was that her boyfriend was going to be there.

Draco Malfoy was, by all accounts, a sterling man. With the war having ended, his reputation had seen a great deal of recovery thanks to his prolific efforts at helping the impoverished. Of course, no one except those closest to him knew that he was only doing this to look good in the press rather than for any other reason.

This ball was another example of his phony progressiveness. Pansy had spent the last month languishing as Draco continually mocked the idea of a muggle costume party and all that came along with it. Her parents continued to pressure her to marry into a well-to-do family so that her own family could benefit as a result, so she continued to ignore his ignorant beliefs and supported him in every way possible.

Once upon a time, she’d been just like him. Thinking back to her early years at Hogwarts made her cringe. Even her later years were filled with countless incidents she now saw as regrets. She’d apologised to those she could when given the opportunity, but she didn’t know how many truly believed in her change of heart.

If they knew what she thought of Draco, then perhaps they’d understand that she was a changed woman.

Regardless of her feelings, Pansy tried to force them aside for one more night. If nothing else, Draco knew how to throw a party. His family’s wealth ensured that they always had the best of the best, and it even accounted for her gorgeous costume tonight.

A semi-sheer, strapless, black mini dress clung to her figure. It showed off just the right amount of cleavage and left her arms completely bare so that she could dance the night away without getting too sweaty. The dress stopped halfway down her thigh, showing off a hint of her pale skin before it was covered up again by her black-lace stockings. The rest was perfectly opaque and form-fitting. Her long dark-brown hair flowed down her back behind her white bunny mask and the accompanying ears. The bunny theme was at Draco’s request. He’d said that he’d be arriving in a black muggle-wizard’s outfit that looked as close to standard dress robes as possible. It was a bit boring on his part, but at least it fit the muggle theme of a wizard and a rabbit. Maybe they’d even look cute together in photos.

Honestly, Pansy wished that her relationship with Draco was going better than it was. She’d had a crush on him for so many years that to finally end up with him had felt like a dream. But after what she’d seen during the war, she no longer held muggles, muggleborn, half-bloods, or anyone else in disregard like he did. His arrogance that’d once been attractive now seemed like a thin cover to obscure how insecure he truly was.

All of that insecurity could’ve been made up for if he was a decent partner. Unfortunately, Draco was anything but.

He spent less time interacting with her than he did rambling on about those he felt were beneath him and how they didn’t deserve the new status they’d found in the magical world. In the few intimate moments they shared, he slobbered all around her mouth rather than kissing her like a man should. And in those brief times when they had sex, he didn’t bother to pleasure her in any way. He just climbed on top of her body and shoved his small cock into her without any real care. Then, he’d buck his hips a few times and finish before Pansy even got warmed up. That could be forgiven if he was eager to go again or at least provide her some relief, but all that Draco ever did was turn over in bed and go to sleep.

Pansy had lately been debating as to whether or not to end her relationship with him. Other than her family’s pressure to marry into a good family, she didn’t know why she’d stayed around him as long as she had. Maybe it was her simple hope that he could change just as she had. But that hope dwindled day by day until it was now barely more than tiny grains of sand.

Shaking those thoughts from her mind, Pansy checked herself over in the mirror once again. Her outfit was perfect. She looked as beautiful as she ever had. Maybe this would be enough to make Draco try to woo her for a change. And if not… well, she could always look for Millicent or Tracey to dance around with.

After applying a few charms to ensure that her hair stayed as flawless as it was, Pansy hurriedly took the stairs down to the entry hall of her family’s manor and threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace that resided there. “Malfoy Manor,” she said as she stepped into the green flames.

The tight corset of her dress nearly squished her insides to bits as she was transported through the floo network. She was spat out of the fireplace of Malfoy Manor and stumbled on her heels as she fought to regain her footing. Thankfully she did before anyone noticed.

Smiling at those she passed by, Pansy passed through the familiar corridors until she found the enormous drawing room that’d once held Death Eater meetings. The dark wood-panelled walls looked as gorgeous as ever, and candles like the ones at Hogwarts floated in the air above everyone. Jack-o’-lanterns, floating skeletons, and spooky ghosts danced along the edges of the expansive room. Tables laden with snacks and delicious treats were interspersed between the Halloween-themed scenes, and there was a group of musicians playing towards the back of the room. The upbeat tunes had plenty of people dancing wildly in the middle of the room, but she saw that quite a few older pure-bloods looked awkward as they stood aside and watched all that was going on.

Ignoring them, Pansy easily slipped into the large crowd in the centre of the room and started dancing.

There was something freeing about being totally anonymous in a setting like this. Everyone was masked and dressed in unusual costumes. Even though she could roughly make out the body types of the people around her, that didn’t easily correlate to a name or a face. So, Pansy let her hands shoot up to the ceiling as the bass began to thrum through the room and everyone around her danced like it was their last chance to ever do so.

She twirled through the crowd, catching glimpses of women dressed up like cats and parodies of famous witches alongside men who donned robes designed to look like everything from auror robes to muggle firemen. It was a silly combination of both muggle and magical worlds in the best ways, and Pansy was thrilled to be dancing in the middle of it.

But as she made her way deeper, she found Draco on the dance floor. He looked just like a muggle magician with dark robes over a white button-up shirt and gloves. He had a top hat on and a bowtie that helped to complete the look. In his hand was one of those long muggle wands, and his face was covered by a white mask dotted with glittering black onyx and pearl jewels. The mask cut off around his mouth, showing off his freshly-shaved skin and those pretty pink lips of his.

As soon as Pansy noticed him, he seemed to recognise her. His body twisted and his eyes met her gaze. They were hidden behind a piece of black cloth, making them look even more grey in the faint light overhead.

Draco reached his hand out for her, and though she momentarily questioned taking it, she did eventually grab hold of him and allow him to pull her close.

Draco was the type of man who loved to feel a woman’s body against his. Pansy had caught him pressed up against another witch more than once, and though he claimed it all to be innocent, she had her doubts. Tonight though, he kept a mild distance from her as the two of them danced. He seemed more keen on looking her body up and down as he held her hands and navigated her around the dance floor.

At first, Pansy was a little put off by his behaviour. It seemed so utterly alien to the way that Draco normally acted that she wondered if something was up, but after a couple of songs had passed and she realised that she was having more fun dancing now than she ever had at one of these Malfoy parties before, she just let loose and tried to focus on the happy side of things. Maybe Draco had finally realised that she wasn’t just a toy for his pleasure; maybe he was trying to do something special for her for once.

Regardless of his motivations, the thrill that shot down Pansy’s spine was electric. Draco seemed to know every step she was about to take and manoeuvred himself perfectly around the dance floor. He spun her around beneath his raised arm and gave her a chance to shine when a clearing parted and she could show off her moves for the jubilation of those around her.

Eventually, she found herself pressing her body against Draco rather than the other way around. It’d been a couple of weeks since they’d last seen each other, but he felt quite muscular under his robes. He’d probably taken one of those potions to give himself an extremely fit body for a couple of hours.

Yet, even knowing that it was a fake body, Pansy still enjoyed the feeling of the strong muscles pressed against her. When Draco wrapped his arms around her, she felt more safe and content than she had in a long time.

There was something about him tonight that was just so intoxicating. She couldn’t put her finger on what was different though.

By the time the eighth song finished, Pansy realised that she hadn’t even come up with an excuse to escape Draco’s grasp. She was having so much fun that she didn’t want to pull away from him. But there was something else that her body wanted.

It was a rare thing that Draco got her core excited anymore. Once upon a time, he’d been all that she’d ever wanted. Now he was just what she had to put up with.

But tonight was different. He was being manly for once as he controlled their dance and made her feel light as a feather. She wanted him. Even if his cock wasn’t as big as she wished it was, maybe tonight he’d finally be able to do something with it to make her feel good. Or he could at least use his tongue and fingers for something useful.

“You’re just what I needed tonight,” Pansy murmured huskily into his ear when he pulled her close again. “What’s gotten you so worked up?”

Draco just grunted at her in reply. He got like that sometimes whenever he was stuck thinking on something, but Pansy didn’t mind it. It meant that he wasn’t going on raving about mudbloods and blood traitors, and she could actually have fun dancing with him for once.

She managed to make it through another song before she couldn’t take it anymore. Right in the middle of the following song, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him.

“Want to take this someplace private?”

Instantly, he snatched her hand and started pulling her away from the dance floor.

Pansy was giddy and giggling as Draco led her towards the nearest set of doors. She was sure that plenty of people were watching him take her away and knew exactly what was about to happen between them, which only got her more excited.

They barely made it past the threshold before Draco suddenly turned and pulled Pansy into the nearest room. The thrum of the music was still pounding away loudly in this nearly-empty storage room. All of the tables and chairs that’d once filled this space were now in the ballroom itself, giving them plenty of space to manoeuvre.

“You’ve been so—” Pansy began with a sultry smile, only for her words to fade into a gasp as Draco hoisted her up off of her feet. He’d never been able to do anything like that before to her, but she didn’t question it as he pinned her back against the wall. Her skirt hiked up, leaving just her thin black panties as the only barrier hiding her dripping-wet pussy.

Hooking her legs and arms around his waist, Pansy leaned in and kissed Draco.

His lips felt different than normal. They were a big rougher, and his kiss was dominant without being gross like it normally was. Whatever potion he’d taken to change his body had to have done something to change his temperament. Draco felt like an entirely different man tonight. He was kneading her ass like it was the first time he’d ever touched it.

“I have to know what’s gotten into you tonight,” Pansy giggled, reaching down with one hand to his trousers. She unzipped them and pulled out his hard cock. Her eyes widened when she looked down and saw just how big it was as it slapped against her cloth-covered pussy.

If there was one thing Draco loved to pride himself on, it was his cock. He wasn’t big by any means, but he acted like he had the biggest cock around. He would always get disappointed with her if she didn’t start moaning like crazy the second he stuck it inside of her, and all he wanted her to say was how perfect his cock was. He’d never make himself bigger like this because it would be like he was admitting that he wasn’t adequate.

In fact, Pansy realised that she’d been deluding herself this entire time. There was no way that Draco would’ve taken a potion to change anything about his body this drastically.

This wasn’t Draco at all.

As her blood ran cold, she pulled aside the white mask obscuring the man’s face.

“Harry fucking Potter!” Pansy exclaimed.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Pansy fucking Parkinson,” he replied, knowing exactly who she was even with the mask on her face.

She wanted to shove him away from her, but being held in his strong arms was making her feel more alive than she had in months. So, she let him keep doing it for now.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded.

“Getting ready to fuck you,” he chuckled. “Isn’t that what you wanted.”

Pansy bit her lip. “I… I thought that you were someone else.”

Dawning filled his eyes before he laughed loudly. “You thought I was Malfoy? Seriously? He doesn’t have muscles like I do.”

Pansy fought to hide the blush from her cheeks. It was those damned muscles that’d gotten her so excited in the first place. “Why did you start dancing with me? Don’t you know I’m with Draco?”

“I figured the two of you had broken up,” Harry replied. “You came in all alone and started dancing. It seemed to me like you were trying to show off, maybe let Draco know what he lost by fucking up so royally that you’d break up with him, so I offered you my hand to dance. You’re the one who chose to take it.”

“Because I thought you were him,” Pansy grumbled in frustration. She’d hoped that once, just once, Draco was finally putting in some bloody effort.

“Surely you must’ve realised at some point that I wasn’t,” Harry argued.

“I thought he’d changed or done something different…” Pansy sighed. “I guess I was just fooling myself. I’ve never had so much fun with Draco—”

She snapped her lips shut as she saw the wicked grin cross Harry’s lips.

“You were having fun with another man at his own house. How naughty. And there’s still so much more fun to be had.”

“I can’t,” Pansy protested, but it sounded weak.

“Draco’s a loser. Don’t you want to have fun with a real man for once?” Harry asked her confidently, like he already knew her answer. “There’s no way you can actually enjoy being with him. I bet he can’t even fuck you the way you want.”

“And how would you know how I’d like to be fucked?” Pansy challenged him.

“Because I could feel it all night,” Harry answered. “You need passion. I bet his tiny dick doesn’t even fill you up the way you need. He can’t reach the same spots I can. He can’t make you feel like a woman. If you were mine, I’d fuck you silly until you couldn’t walk anymore. Until you’d cum so many times that you could barely string together a proper sentence. I’d show you what a real man can do.

“And I bet that you’re tired of having to play pretend. To act like you actually give a shit about Draco or enjoy him whenever he climbs on top of you. You want to scream in pleasure and actually mean it, don’t you?”

Shivers ran down Pansy’s spine with every word he said. He was picking her apart so easily with every word. She did want him. Draco felt little more than an afterthought. Besides, she was already on the brink of breaking up with him—their relationship was over.

She shifted her weight slightly and felt Harry’s cock jump against her. Merlin, he was so big and thick. She had no idea if he would even fit in her, but she desperately wanted to try.

“Life with Draco isn’t what I’d hoped it would be,” Pansy admitted. “I should’ve broken up with him long before now. If I’d known that you were out here with a cock like this, I’d have already done it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Harry grinned at her. “Now, just say the magic words and everything you want will be yours. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

Pansy didn’t dare hesitate and let this chance pass her by. “I need you to me fuck hard. Show me how good a real cock can make me feel.”

“Your wish is my command.”

The thin barrier separating her pussy from his cock vanished as Harry winked at her. He pulled his hips back far enough so that she could reach down and angle the tip of his cock right to her swollen entrance. He was so girthy that she couldn’t even wrap her hands all the way around his shaft.

Panic started rising up in her chest as Harry slowly pushed forward. She watched as her labia stretched wide open as his bulbous head entered inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “You’re so thick.”

The burn that came from his cock stretching open her pussy was unlike anything she’d felt before. It didn’t hurt much after the first second, but the sensation remained and quickly turned to pleasure. What astounded her the most was that this was just the tip of his cock, and he had so much more to go.

“Take a deep breath,” he told her as he started forward again.

Pansy did exactly that as Harry tantalisingly slid his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Her pussy felt like it was being stuffed to the brim and then some. It was absolutely nothing like Draco’s pathetically-tiny cock.

“So big, so big,” Pansy moaned, squeezing her walls around him.

Finally, his hips came to rest against her legs, and every inch of his massive cock was stuffed inside of her pussy.

“You were made to take this cock,” Harry teased her. “I can feel you quivering around me.”

“It feels like you’re splitting me apart,” Pansy said, reaching down to feel her belly. She pressed down on her skin, moving around to feel the bump of Harry’s cock. “It’s so fucking good. I can’t believe I put up with Draco for so long.”

“We can make up for lost time,” Harry told her. “Be as loud as you want. The music from the ball will drown out any sounds you make.”

Oh, she intended to do exactly that.

When Harry started to move inside of her, Pansy knew that she was in for the time of her life. The sheer sense of loss that came from his cock retreating from her core made her desperately want to be filled back up again. It was excruciating having to wait even a second.

“Harder, please,” Pansy whimpered when it was clear that he intended to go slow at the start.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he said before his cock rammed deep into her.

Pansy’s eyes nearly rolled back as she cried out in delight as his cock hit a spot deep inside of her that made everything feel absolutely divine. She hadn’t even recovered from it before he was slamming into her again, making her back smack off of the wall noisily.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she told him when he looked like he might pause to check on her. He kept on fucking her, letting the wet, squishy sounds of her pussy ring out. “Merlin, my pussy feels so fucking full with your cock. Draco could never do this to me. You feel too good! I’m going to cum all over your fat cock!”

The breath was driven from her lungs as Harry made an absolute mess out of her in seconds. His cock molded her pussy into the perfect hole for him to fuck. Her breasts burst free of the confines of her dress from how roughly he was fucking her. They bounced around wildly, and his eyes were drawn right to her pretty pink nipples.

“You’re such a naughty little slut,” Harry groaned.

“Yes,” Pansy panted. “I’m getting stuffed by every inch of your amazing cock in my boyfriend’s house while he’s probably looking around for me. I wish he could see how good I feel when a cock worth my time fucks me.”

Harry’s fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he fucked her even faster than before. “He’s such a pathetic waste of space.”

Pansy’s head bobbed as much from being fucked as it was from her nodding along. “Oh fuck, Harry! Your cock is so fucking good! Draco could never fuck me like this! Harder! Faster!”

She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming, but then she realised that she just didn’t care. She let out a scream as the door to the storage room they were in slammed open.

“What’s going—”

Draco’s words came to a sharp halt as he witnessed what was going on before him. Pansy and Harry both noticed him instantly, but neither of them stopped what they were doing.

“Come to join the party?” Harry asked Draco mockingly as he plunged his thick cock deep into Pansy’s pussy.

“I’m so close!” Pansy announced in between wanton moans. “Fucking stuff my pussy with your fat cock and make me cum all over you!”

“Pansy,” Draco let out her name weakly, like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“She’s found a real man to take care of her now, Draco,” Harry sneered at him. “A man with a cock that actually pleasures her.”

Draco looked down and nearly fainted when he saw Harry’s thick shaft stretching Pansy’s pussy so much. “How could you—”

But whatever words he was saying were drowned out as Pansy screamed again.

“Harry! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Finally, the thing that Draco had never been able to give her came. All of her muscles tightened up the moment before her orgasm exploded within her core and radiated out through her every limb. Her pussy spasmed wildly around Harry’s cock, gushing with excitement. Harry kept pounding into her until he gasped and started firing a thick load of cum deep into her pussy.

And throughout it all, Draco stared on and watched as Harry gave his girlfriend a thick creampie.

Pansy could barely see straight as she came down from her orgasm. She rested her chin on Harry’s shoulder, looking smug and satisfied as Draco’s mouth hung open in shock.

“I’ve found someone better,” she told him bluntly.

Draco promptly fainted to the floor.