Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
Chapter 12
The week moved quickly, with classes and patrols occupying most of his time, but at the end of each day, his mind turned to personal encounters and the decisions he would have to make.
On Thursday morning, he was in the Great Hall, reflecting on a conversation he needed to have. Luna Lovegood had accepted many of his ideas without hesitation, and he knew she would see the next suggestion the same way. He approached her during the break when she was quietly sitting on the lawn, reading a copy of The Quibbler.
"Luna," Harry began, approaching cautiously. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal."
She turned to him, her gaze curious and without judgment. "I knew you were coming. You have something to say, Harry, and you're worried about how I'll react, aren't you?"
Harry smiled slightly, relieved by how Luna always seemed to see beyond words. "Yes, actually, that's exactly it. I talked to Hermione about you and me... being together. She feels lonely since Ron left Hogwarts and only sees him on weekends in Hogsmeade. She... well, she wants to watch."
Luna blinked slowly, pondering for a moment. She didn't seem surprised, merely absorbing the situation as she always did. "Hermione is feeling isolated," Luna said, her tone calm, almost melodic. "That makes sense. She always feels more comfortable when she has control over things, but now, with Ron distant, that's out of her reach. Watching you and me... maybe it will help her feel closer to something she can no longer grasp."
Harry nodded, impressed with Luna's clarity. She always managed to see people's feelings in a deep and unexpected way. "I just want to make sure you're okay with it. Hermione is still trying to understand how she feels, so I don't want to rush anything."
Luna smiled softly, tilting her head. "I don't mind, Harry. If it helps her feel less alone, I think it's a good thing. You know I don't see the world like others do, so to me, it all makes sense. We're all just trying to understand each other."
Harry sighed, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. He knew Luna would see the situation this way. "Thank you, Luna. I knew you'd be the right person to talk to about this."
She shook her head as if it were obvious. "You can always count on me, Harry. Hermione needs to figure things out for herself, and if this helps, I'm happy to participate."
They spent the rest of the conversation in a relaxed manner, with Luna continuing to talk about fantastic creatures she believed were hiding around Hogwarts, while Harry listened, grateful to have a friend like her—someone who always brought a different perspective and, at the same time, so comforting.
Throughout the rest of the week, Harry maintained his usual behavior. He was more watched by his classmates, as always, and he returned their looks and smiles. The connection he had with the women at Hogwarts was unique, and over time, he had learned to deal with the attention he received. He flirted discreetly, always keeping respect, but he couldn't deny that the atmosphere around him was permeated with a light and constant tension.
On Friday, after classes, he ran into Pansy Parkinson in the hallways. They had arranged a meeting for the weekend, and even though the tension between them was evident, they exchanged looks that revealed much more than words.
"Don't be late on Saturday," she said with a sly smile, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
Harry smiled back, nodding slightly. "I'm never late, Pansy."
As Harry walked through the silent corridors of Hogwarts on his Friday patrol, his thoughts began to wander beyond the school's boundaries. It was his last year, and he knew that soon he would have to deal with much bigger issues than tests or patrols. The wizarding world was changing, and he, as one of the most influential wizards of his generation, would need to think about how to ensure the future—not just for himself but for those who depended on a balance between power, alliances, and traditions.
The Potter name carried historical weight, but what came to mind most were the Black and Peverell legacies. He knew he had inherited not only wealth but also responsibilities from these ancient lineages. Preserving and strengthening his position in the wizarding world would not be easy, especially in a complex political scenario. And it was in this context that he began to think about alliances with other prestigious families.
The Greengrass family had always been one of the most influential and traditional, and his connection with Daphne seemed like a promising starting point. Though she had her own goals and convictions, Harry realized that an alliance with the Greengrass family, either through marriage or a social agreement, would bring a powerful political base, especially in the context of the Wizengamot. Daphne was astute and knew how to play the political game, which would be useful in a scenario where Harry would need influential allies.
The Bones family, on the other hand, represented something different. Susan, with her calm and strong nature, came from a family that had always valued justice. Harry knew that an alliance with the Bones family would bring a moral and respected base within the wizarding community, especially in the Ministry of Magic. Susan's aunt, Amelia, had been a formidable leader, and her family had an unwavering reputation for integrity. Associating with the Bones family would mean aligning with the ethical side of wizarding politics, something that could be crucial to balance the ambitions of the Greengrass family.
He also thought of Luna and the Lovegood family. Though eccentric, Luna's unique vision of the world, combined with The Quibbler's influence, meant that the Lovegood family had considerable social and cultural importance. An alliance with Luna might not be as traditional, but it would guarantee Harry support in times of uncertainty, as well as an outside-the-box perspective that he always valued. Luna's presence by his side could also help ease tensions and bring a lightness he knew he would need.
The Patil sisters also crossed his mind. Padma, with her sharp intelligence, and Parvati, with her charisma and energy, offered an interesting balance. An alliance with the Patils would bring cultural connections and a diversity that could be an asset in an increasingly globalized world. Wizarding families outside Britain were beginning to have more weight, and having the Patils as allies or partners could expand his reach, both socially and economically.
As Harry continued his patrol, he realized that these reflections were not just about alliances and power. He was thinking about how to build something bigger, a future where he could unite the traditions of the past with the needs of the present. Alliances through marriage, or simply social agreements, could ensure that he had a solid foundation to face the challenges that would surely come.
The idea of creating strong families, keeping the Potter, Black, and Peverell lineages separate, continued to hover in his mind. Perhaps marrying heirs from different families could maintain this separation of wealth and power for more than one generation, ensuring that the legacy of each lineage was preserved.
The future of the wizarding world was full of possibilities, and Harry knew he would have to act carefully, with balance and wisdom, to navigate this scenario. And more than ever, he was determined to ensure that, whatever the path, he would build something lasting.
Saturday started early for Harry. The sun had barely risen on the horizon when he walked to the Quidditch field, his thoughts still drifting towards the secret meeting with Pansy that night. Gryffindor's training would be intense, but he knew he could focus on the physical challenges while processing everything that had been happening throughout the week.
When he arrived at the field, Ginny and Demelza were already there. Both seemed energized and ready for practice. Ginny, in particular, had changed a lot since the previous year. She appeared more confident and comfortable with who she was—and, especially, with her relationship with Harry.
"You're late, Potter," Ginny said with a smile that was a mixture of teasing and something more. Her playful gaze met his, and Harry felt the familiar chemistry between them.
Harry shrugged with a light smile. "Didn't want to embarrass all of you right at the start."
Ginny laughed, her posture relaxed as she grabbed her broom. "We'll see if you can still keep up with me. A lot has changed since last year." Her tone was provocative, but there was a new confidence in her words that Harry noticed. She was different, more mature, and didn't hesitate to show that she was comfortable openly flirting with him now.
Demelza also approached, winking at Harry. "Watch out, Potter. You might be out of shape." She laughed, teasing him as they mounted their brooms.
The training was intense, with Ginny and Demelza testing Harry at every turn. The chemistry between him and Ginny, in particular, was evident. She laughed at Harry's attempts to steal the quaffle and didn't hesitate to get close, always leaving a spark of challenge in the air. More than once, their gazes lingered longer than necessary, and Harry couldn't help but notice how much more at ease she was with herself and with him.
When the practice ended, they were sweaty and tired, but the atmosphere between them was light and full of banter. "You've gotten better," Harry commented as the two of them walked back to the castle.
"I know," Ginny replied, smiling slyly. "And I think you'll have to try harder if you want to impress me now." The lightness of her tone hid the subtle tension between them, an echo of what they had had in the past, but now with a new depth.
Demelza said goodbye to the two of them, leaving Harry and Ginny alone as they neared the castle doors. "Maybe I should accept the challenge," Harry said, winking at her.
Ginny raised her eyebrows but smiled provocatively. "We'll see if you're up to it."
With that last exchange, Ginny went her own way, leaving Harry with a smile on his face. He knew things between them were different now, but this new dynamic intrigued him.
Harry took a quick shower and relaxed as he awaited his next meeting. The evening was approaching, and he knew Pansy was waiting for him. The location was the same as their previous encounter, where they could meet without being disturbed. He didn't want to take Pansy to the Room of Requirement, as he still didn't fully trust her.
As Harry walked through Hogwarts' empty corridors, his destination clear in his mind—the meeting with Pansy—he turned a corner and stumbled upon a scene that briefly shifted his thoughts, even if only for a moment.
Luna, Su Li, and Padma Patil were walking together down the corridor, heading toward what seemed to be the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Luna and Su were chatting animatedly, while Padma, slightly behind them, remained silent. When Harry's eyes met Su's, she smiled slightly, the kind of smile only the two of them understood. It was a smile full of promises and memories of their regular encounters, meetings that neither of them mentioned in public but left a mark whenever they crossed paths.
Luna, for her part, seemed as carefree as ever, her gaze distant and her mind seemingly wandering in worlds only she could see. But Harry knew very well that she was much more aware than she let on. As soon as she saw him, she nodded slightly, her look meaningful, as if she knew exactly where he was going and what he was about to do. Harry couldn't help but smile at her. The intimacy they shared was also something special, a connection that transcended the physical and was rooted in mutual understanding.
It was Padma, however, who truly caught his attention. She was a little behind the other two, and when her eyes met Harry's, her face turned red as if he had just caught her doing something forbidden. She quickly looked away, but Harry could see the blush spread across her cheeks and even down her neck. He was certain that Su and Luna had spoken to Padma about him—about their trysts, about his qualities, about what he was capable of when they were alone. Padma had always been more reserved than her sister, but the way she was blushing and the way she glanced at him made him think that she was aware of much more than she let on.
As he passed them, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the three of them were about to do. They were heading to the Room of Requirement, and considering that he knew well about the frequent meetings he had with Su and Luna, it wasn't hard to imagine that the two might have shared their secrets with Padma. Perhaps they were planning something for her that night, something to help her loosen up more, something that indirectly involved Harry.
He smiled to himself, his thoughts briefly swirling with the image of Padma, now knowing what her friends had experienced. As he continued on his way, the anticipation of what awaited him with Pansy only intensified, but now, there was also a growing curiosity about what Luna, Su, and Padma might be planning.
Reaching the door of the room where Pansy awaited him, Harry paused for a moment. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he knew was to come. He wasn't expecting romance or sentimentality in that meeting—Pansy was straightforward, and her intentions, though unspoken, were obvious.
He opened the door slowly. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft light of a few candles, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Pansy was already there, standing by the bed, looking at him with a mixture of anticipation and determination. She was dressed only in a thin black silk nightgown, which accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination. Her eyes followed him intensely, but without losing that mischievous gleam that always characterized her.
"You didn't take long," she remarked, her voice low and seductive, breaking the silence of the room.
Harry closed the door behind him, taking a few steps forward. He didn't respond immediately, his eyes taking in the details of the scene before him. Pansy was clearly anxious, but not in a way that showed insecurity—it was as if she were mentally preparing herself, still holding onto the idea that she needed to make it up to him.
"I told you I don't run late," he replied, keeping his tone firm as his eyes remained fixed on hers.
Pansy took a step toward him, the fabric of her nightgown floating with the movement. "I hope you're ready for tonight," she said, the provocation evident in her voice. "Because tonight... it's about you."
Harry felt the atmosphere in the room shift. The control he usually exercised in previous situations with Pansy was now being subtly challenged. She was more comfortable, more determined, as if she wanted to dominate the moment, but at the same time, she couldn't completely hide the sense of debt she felt. There was something vulnerable behind her bold facade.
She moved even closer, stopping just inches away. Her eyes examined him as if she were evaluating every reaction, every move. "You saved me in many ways, Harry," she murmured, her fingers delicately touching his chest through his shirt. "And I think it's time I show you how much that means to me."
Without waiting for a response, Pansy pulled Harry closer, her lips brushing his for a brief moment before moving down to his neck, distributing soft but calculated kisses. For a moment, Harry allowed her to take control, while his hands found her hips, holding her firmly.
Pansy's fingers slid over Harry's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as if savoring each second of the process. He let her continue, his eyes capturing every detail—the glimmer in her eyes, the way her body seemed to respond to each touch, as if there was a barely contained tension between them.
When she finally removed his shirt, Pansy stepped back, observing him for a moment before biting her lower lip. "You've really changed, Harry. You're no longer the boy I used to ignore."
Harry gave a faint smile but remained silent, allowing her to continue guiding the moment. There was a strange satisfaction in seeing Pansy in this position—caught between the desire to take control and the need to show her submission. She seemed to be trapped between two worlds, struggling to maintain her strength while at the same time succumbing to the feeling of obligation.
She pulled him toward the bed, making him sit on the edge while she positioned herself in front of him, her bare legs lightly touching his. With a graceful motion, Pansy dropped to her knees without ever breaking eye contact, as if making sure he was always paying attention. Without saying a word, she began unbuttoning his pants, her movements slow and deliberate.
Harry felt the air around them grow even more charged with tension. The room was silent, except for the sound of their breathing, which seemed to synchronize as Pansy continued her task. When she finally finished, she pulled down his pants, leaving him exposed.
Pansy looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I think I'm finally paying you back, Harry. And believe me, tonight I won't stop until I'm sure of it."
With that, Pansy lowered her head, her tongue slowly sliding along the length of Harry's member, from the base to the tip. When her lips wrapped around the head, she moaned softly, as if savoring the moment. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "Your cock tastes delicious."
She began slowly, taking him into her mouth a little at a time, her eyes fixed on his, monitoring every reaction. But soon, her cheeks hollowed, and her head began to move up and down at a faster pace. One of her hands stroked the shaft while the other massaged what her mouth couldn't reach. With each movement, she took him deeper, until Harry's cock started to hit the back of her throat.
"Glurkh! Glurkh! Glurkh!"
Pansy pulled his cock out of her mouth for a moment, taking a deep breath, then began kissing and licking the shaft, leaving it completely wet. "Do you like this, Harry?" she asked, a playful gleam in her eyes.
Harry nodded, excitement building in his body. He placed his hand on top of her head, burying his fingers in her silky hair, guiding his cock back into her mouth. This time, he controlled the rhythm and depth, moving his hips as Pansy surrendered completely, her palms resting on his thighs, letting him guide her.
He pushed her until he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat again, then pulled out briefly so she could lick his balls. "Fuck, you slut," Harry groaned, feeling pleasure wash over him.
Pansy nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with desire as she returned to sucking him with more intensity. She began stroking his cock with both hands as her mouth worked its magic, and soon Harry felt his climax approaching quickly.
"I'm going to… I'm going to come," he warned her, but Pansy didn't stop, continuing her dedicated work until he couldn't hold it back anymore. Harry exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed every spurt, not letting a single drop escape. When he finally fell back onto the bed, exhausted and breathless, Pansy looked at him, satisfied and smiling, her lips still glistening with the remnants of the pleasure she had just provided.
Pansy slowly crawled up his body, with a satisfied and teasing smile. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingertips and watched him closely, her eyes assessing every reaction.
"You really know how to take my breath away," he murmured, still recovering. Pansy laughed softly, leaning in to lightly nibble on his earlobe before whispering, "That was just the beginning, Harry."
He felt a wave of excitement again at the teasing tone in her voice. Even though he was exhausted, Harry's body reacted to her provocation. Pansy, noticing this, slid her hands down his chest, moving toward his groin.
"I didn't come here just to play," she said with a gleam in her eyes. Pansy was determined to show that this night was about him, about returning what she felt she owed. Harry watched her, admiring the intensity with which she was taking control, even if subtly.
She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing her intimacy against him, teasing him without rushing. The silk nightgown barely covered her thighs, leaving her skin exposed to his touch. Without taking her eyes off his, Pansy leaned in, bringing her lips close to his but stopping just before kissing him, leaving the air charged with anticipation. "I'm going to make sure you never forget me."
Harry was once again fully erect as Pansy rubbed herself against him. She leaned in and brought her mouth to his, which he soon captured in a passionate kiss. The two moaned as Harry explored Pansy's body, touching every part he could reach.
Without breaking the kiss, Pansy held Harry's member, guiding it to her entrance, and slid down on him slowly.
Pansy began moving slowly, riding Harry along the length of his cock, pressing her body against his. Harry felt her breasts slide over his muscular chest. He slid one of his hands along the side of her body until it reached her breast, gently massaging it, which elicited more moans from Pansy.
After pulling away from the kiss, Pansy and Harry took a moment to catch their breath. Pansy began to move on him again, her hips swaying independently of the rest of her body, rising and falling rapidly.
Unable to contain his pleasure, Harry began to match her movements with his own thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the quiet room, while Pansy tilted her head to kiss him again.
Harry's hands moved to hold Pansy's hips as their motions grew more intense. "Ah, Harry," she moaned, interrupting the kiss.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, flipping them on the bed, taking control as he moved on top of Pansy, making it easier to control the pace.
Pansy wrapped her legs around Harry's waist. His cock throbbed inside her, begging to be thrust forward and back into this gorgeous woman.
She pulled Harry down, sealing their lips in a kiss, while her legs invited him to go even deeper. Harry began to speed up his movement, plunging more intensely.
With a free hand, he slid it between them, starting to rub Pansy's clit, which she responded to with a soft moan. One of Pansy's hands slid down Harry's back, her nails digging delicately into his skin. The other hand moved to her breast, where she began to softly pinch her nipple.
Suddenly, Pansy arched her back, and Harry felt her walls contract and massage his cock as she let out a long, deep moan of pleasure. A few seconds later, Harry also reached his climax, releasing inside her. His hips moved almost on their own as he surrendered to the moment.
Harry and Pansy lay side by side, their bodies still tingling from the sensations of the shared moment. Pansy, with a satisfied and mischievous smile, rested her head on Harry's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as they both caught their breath. The room, once filled with the intensity of their encounter, now exuded a sense of peace and complicity.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Harry ran his fingers through Pansy's hair, letting the fatigue finally take over him. He hugged her lightly before getting up, dressing calmly. Pansy watched him, a curious glint in her eyes, but she said nothing, simply enjoying the moment.
"I need to go back to my room," Harry said softly, his gaze lingering on Pansy for a brief moment before heading toward the door.
Pansy nodded slightly, still lying down, watching as Harry left. He returned to his room, the weight of thoughts about the future and the present mixing, but at that moment, everything seemed simpler.
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