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Fall 1997
"I shouldn't be here, Draco," Pansy purred, her fingernails teasing the lace trim of those ridiculously tiny shorts—the ones that barely covered her arse, leaving just enough cheek to scandalize. They were the same shorts she wore when Draco, in all his reckless glory, would snort a line of cocaine off her navel during the late hours of a common room party. The fact that Pansy Parkinson hadn’t let him fuck her yet was a travesty.
"This is exactly where you should be, Parks. Theo’s in the library, Blaise is off snogging Tracey, and I told Crabbe and Goyle to stand guard outside. It’s just you and me,"
Pansy had been dangling her cunt in front of him for years, teasing him mercilessly since the moment he knew what lust was. She had always just been out of reach—letting him finger her under the table during afternoon study sessions, giving him a dry, hurried handjob that left him aching for more, eventually wrapping those cherry-red lips around his cock on a few fleeting occasions. But tonight, he was finally going to fuck her.
Draco was going to lose his virginity. Theo had already bragged about losing his over the summer, and there was no way Blaise was going to beat him to it too. They were eighteen now, and the world outside was spiraling into chaos. The Carrows were running rampant through Hogwarts, Voldemort was living in his manor, and his father was slipping further into decay. Everything felt unstable, but this, this moment with Pansy, felt like something he could claim for himself.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” Pansy edged with simple manipulation. “My parents are going to marry me off to Theo, and I shouldn’t be defiled before my new husband even touches me”
Pansy knew exactly what she was doing, throwing out a line like that. All he wanted was to defile her, to make sure Theo knew that Draco had been there first. It was petty, perhaps even cruel, but wasn’t everything in their world tainted with cruelty these days?
Pansy had been his first crush, his first taste of something close to love—if you could even call it love. Maybe not, but he cared for her deeply in a way he hadn’t cared for anyone else. He knew their time was running out. His mother despised Pansy’s mother, and any marriage between their families, while logical, would never be agreed upon.
He couldn’t help but wonder: how comfortable would Theo be with a wife who had already been shagged by his best mate? Although Theo didn’t seem to care much about the match, his eyes wandered to every skirt in the castle. And yet, the thought of Pansy belonging to someone else picked at Draco in a way he couldn’t quite name.
"If I can’t marry you, Pans, then at least let me have this. Let me have you first," Draco retorted with contriving desperation. He knew she could see right through him, just as he could see right through her. They were always two sides of the same coin, playing the same games.
Pansy smirked, that feline curve of her lips that always told him he’d said just the right words to charm her. She moved to the edge of the bed where he sat, legs parted, silently inviting her in.
Her hand found the contour of his jaw, delicate fingers trailing down its sharp line until her nail grazed over his lips. She pushed inward on the flesh just enough to feel the sting of her claws. "I want to leave this room satisfied," she huffed. "Do you think you can manage that? I’ve heard women don’t usually enjoy their first time, and I’d like to make sure that doesn’t happen to me."
Her finger slipped past his lips, and Draco, unable to stop himself, sucked on it, moaning as his tongue swirled against her skin. He let it pop free, his hands already curling around the indent of her hips. With a hard tug, he wrenched her onto his lap, their bodies colliding.
"I can be gentle," he suggested. "Or I can be rough. Whatever you want—whatever will make you feel good." He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his nerves and desire warred within him.
Pansy leaned in closer, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of his waist, her body settling deliciously into place. Her tone a whisper, her tongue brushing his ear. "How long can you last, Draco? How long before you lose control and cum?"
She began to move, her hips rolling with excruciating slowness, pressing her heat against him through the thin silk of her shorts. Her cunt, plushy and warm, molded against the hardness straining in his trousers. Draco couldn’t stop the groan that bled from his throat.
"I could make you cum like this," Pansy continued, as she jutted back and forth on his length. "Just rubbing my pussy over your cock—I could make you lose it in your briefs, couldn’t I?"
Her breath came faster now, and Draco’s eyes dropped to her collarbones, flexing as she grinded. He tightened his hold around her spine, his hands splayed against her, ensuring she couldn’t slip away even if she wanted to.
"Maybe," Draco grunted, "but I won’t."
He flipped her onto her back, his body eclipsing hers into the mattress. His hands moved quickly to the buttons of her top, half ripping and half undoing . As the fabric pulled away, he palmed her bare breasts. Merlin, Pansy had incredible tits—full, bouncy, and practically begging for a cock to be pushed between them. His cock to be pushed between them.
Draco nuzzled his face in the valley of her breasts, dragging his tongue along her path of skin that separated left from right. His hips ground into the silk of her shorts that were already clinging to her dampening core. She was mewling, her nails tangling through his hair as he pressed her tits together, releasing them to let them jiggle naturally before taking a nipple into his mouth.
He alternated between sucking and biting, while his other hand traced the bend of her neck, leaving blotchy red marks where he kissed and nipped. Pansy arched into him, beginning to pant.
"Let me lick you, Parks," Draco groaned. "Fucking please —let me taste your cunt." His lips trailed lower as he spoke, his words vibrating against her flesh. "I already know how you taste, love—like cinnamon and sin— I suck my fingers clean after you cum on them."
His hands fastened on her hips, dragging her closer as he pressed his forehead against her stomach.
"Have you done this before?" Pansy gasped, her chest rising and falling as Draco’s tongue darted into her belly button then down to the trimmed hairs at her mound, pausing close to her slit.
"No," he rasped. "Tell me what’s good, and I’ll do it."
"Gods, Draco," she moaned. “You’ve never been a good boy in your life, and now you’re trying to be one for me?"
"For your cunt." Draco chuckled darkly, flaring his nostrils as he bathed in her scent.
He lowered his mouth, his tongue dragging downward until it met her folds. The thick, oral muscle in his mouth easily slipped through the plushy muscles in her slit, exploring. When his tongue found her clit, he began flicking at the sensitive bud, testing her reactions. Pansy cried out, her arse bucking up.
"There—yes, yes, there ," she encouraged.
Draco felt a surge of adrenaline at her response, surprised by how natural it felt to lose himself in her. Her taste was tangy, woody, and potent. It was a high unlike anything else—better than the burn of firewhisky or line of coke. He loved it . He’d decided he loved eating a woman’s cunt, despite what some men claimed about it being a chore. For Draco, it was an obsession in the making. The sound of her moans, the way her thighs trembled around his face, the way she grew wetter under his attention—it was all-consuming.
Eager to push her further, he slipped a finger inside her. She was balmy, tight, and lush, and the way her walls clenched and her whine told him he was doing something right.
"How’s that? Good?" Draco murmured.
Pansy whimpered her agreement, her nails spading into his shoulders.
"I’ll need to stretch you more," he warned. "Try to relax. I’ll make it as painless as I can."
He pressed another finger inside—two this time—and felt the resistance immediately. Her walls constricted around him, pushing him out, her pussy clenching as if to reject the intrusion.
"Fucking hell," Pansy shouted, her head sinking back against the pillows as her body writhed. Draco froze for a moment, his heart hammering, watching the way her lips stretched around his fingers, pulling him in and trying to push him out all at once.
He gulped hard, nearly bursting, he’d never seen anything so fucking hot before in his life. The pre-cum was soaking the inside of his briefs, staining the fine fabric—silk, woven to perfection—but he didn’t care. He’d ruin a thousand pairs of briefs for this. All he could think about was how it would feel to replace his fingers with his cock. To sink into her fully, to feel every inch of the pressure his fingers felt. The thought alone made him groan, his hips grinding involuntarily against the mattress as he tried to relieve some strain.
"Can you cum like this, Parks?" Draco prodded. He was holding on by a thread, determined not to ruin this.
"Yes, yes—just like that," Pansy shouted. "Keep doing that with your fingers, and put your tongue back on my clit."
Draco dived back into her with a fervor he hadn’t known he possessed. His tongue twisted on her clit, his fingers pumping, and he couldn’t help but think that if he survived this war, anyone he shagged afterward would owe their pleasure to Pansy Parkinson.
She kept trying to writhe away from the sensation so Draco held her down in place, as she began to come undone, her release striking like a match. She bellowed, and he nearly collapsed, ego swelling in his chest. The last shudders of her climax faded, and he kicked off the remaining scraps of fabric from his legs. His cock sprang free, hard, pulsing, and leaking. Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, as she spread her legs wide open.
Pansy had never been shy—something Draco had always admired about her.
"Want to put it in my mouth?" she asked. "Return the favour? That was a very well-executed job, Draco."
She beamed at him, and Draco felt torn, the memory of her pouty lips wrapped around him nearly undoing him on the spot.
"If you even lick the tip, I’ll cum down your throat," he admitted with a groan, as he took himself in hand, positioning his cock at her entrance.
Pansy’s big, doe-like eyes glazed up at him, batting playfully as if to say she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Draco could feel the heat radiating off her, the mess of her cunt beating against the tip of his length, and he knew he wouldn’t last long once he slipped inside her.
"Don’t you want to ruin me for Theo?" Pansy breathed. "Do you still have that lust potion in your drawer?"
Merlin, this was why he loved her.
"Such a fucking snake, Parks," Draco rounded. "Gods, I love you."
Draco leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her forehead, then turned toward the drawer by his bedside. Grabbing the small vial, he downed the lust potion like a shot.
Almost immediately, he felt it blow through him. His heartbeat quickened, his blood roaring in his ears, and, impossibly, his cock swelled even harder. The intensity was dizzying, and he leaned over Pansy, running his fingers back through her folds to ensure she was just as wet as he’d left her.
That’s when he felt it—the flick of her tongue darting out to the tip of his cock.
"Fuck," Draco grunted, his head falling back briefly before returning his focus to her. Pansy’s lips wrapped around him. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and she spluttered as he hit the back of her throat. He froze, his muscles taut as he hovered on the edge of emptying his bollocks.
He was going to cum. He knew it—he could feel the pressure building, the tightening deep in his groin.
Pansy laid back on the bed, mouth full of cock as Draco leaned over her, his fingers continuing their strumming. He wanted to keep her warmed up, keep her on the brink as he fucked her mouth. The wet, obscene sounds filled the confines of his dorm, and he knew he was pushing her limits, but she never faltered. Her throat tightened around him, and her hands gripped his thighs.
"Swallow," Draco rasped, his voice breaking as his bollocks tightened further. "Fuck—swallow."
The first spurt hit the back of her gag, and she obeyed, her lips sealing around him like a vacuum. Draco let out a sound so primal, so animalistic, that for a fleeting moment, he wondered if the lust potion had stripped away some part of his humanity. His body shuddered violently, but it wasn’t over. Not even close. Thanks to the elixir, his cock was still rock-hard, pumping to go again. He looked down at Pansy, her mascara smudged and her face glistening with saliva, she met his stare as if she regretted suggesting the potion entirely.
"Gentle? Or rough?" Draco questioned, as he repositioned himself between her thighs. He slapped the head of his cock against her clit, as she wiped her mouth, smearing the remnants of her lipstick.
"Start gentle," she said, adjusting. Draco nodded back, his chest heaving as he lined himself up. Slowly, he pressed inward. Her body tensed, her breath paused as she winced under the stretch. For Draco, it was overwhelming—the bloody tightness—it was unlike anything he could have imagined, nothing he could replicate in thought or fantasy.
"Fucking… hell… bloody… fuck," he stammered. The pressure was too much, and he could feel her body gripping him, resisting and yielding all at once. Pansy took a ragged intake of breath betraying the sting she was feeling. Draco stopped immediately, his brow furrowing as he looked down at her.
"You alright?" he gasped with restraint as he held himself half in, half out of her, his cock throbbing against her pulsing lips. Each beat of blood in his veins begged him to slam forward, but he forced himself to wait, his palms fisting the sheets as he fought for control.
Pansy exhaled slowly, her body relaxing by degrees as she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "Just… give me a second."
Draco swallowed hard, his own breath shuddering as he stayed perfectly still, waiting for her signal. Every second stretching into an eternity as he held back the urge to move.
"Okay… deeper," Her voice was breathy but resolute.
Draco didn’t hesitate, pushing forward until he was fully seated inside her, his balls pressing against her arse. He groaned loudly at the slide. Her fingernails dragged down his forearms, and he was fairly certain she’d drawn blood, but he didn’t care.
"Draco"
He spluttered for half a heartbeat, too far gone to tell if it was a praise or a plea.
"Clit? Clit?" he asked hastily, some small thread of clarity tugging at the edges of his lust-fueled daze. "You want something there?"
Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bobbed rapidly.
Draco dragged himself almost entirely out of her before thrusting back in, his eyes glued to the way her folds suctioned. It was mesmerizing. Fuck—her cunt was too good, and for a fleeting moment, he thought maybe he would beg his parents to let him marry Pansy.
He pressed his thumb to the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex, rubbing circles as he picked up the pace of his drives. His chest beaded with sweat, as he pushed him to his limits, but all he could focus on was the way Pansy’s expression shifted—from a pained tension to a squishy satisfaction that was much more gratifying.
"Pans, tell me it’s good. Tell me I feel as good as you do. Fuck," he begged.
Pansy’s eyes fluttered open, her teeth catching on her bottom lip before she finally answered, "Of course you’d be good at this. Damn you." She managed just as her muscles clenched down around him, and she shook. Draco's head fell forward as her words—whether meant to stroke his ego or not— built his confidence brick by brick.
"Cum for me Parks, that’s my girl, cum for me," he growled, becoming more forceful, more insistent, as his thumb worked faster against her clit.
"Draco, " she cooed.
"Potion? Charm? Can I—?" His words were garbled, half-formed, thankful Pansy had known him his whole life; she could read between the lines.
"Potion. Cum inside. Cum inside me,"
Draco grunted greedily, slamming his hips into hers with a roughness that had her whining and bucking in response. He shifted, lifting her leg to deepen his angle, and she screamed at the sudden depth. Without thinking, he spat on her clit, using the added slickness to rub even faster, trying to dull the ache he knew he was causing her.
Draco was far too gone into frenzy—the way she moaned like a desperate little slut, the tight, unrelenting heat of her cunt, the breathless pants of pleasure and pain, the way her tits jiggled with every rough snap of his hips, her stiff nipples practically begging to be suckled. Pansy had done this to him; she’d unleashed a demon he’d never be able to cage.
"So good," Draco mumbled. "So fucking good. Making me cum—gods, you feel divine. You’re a fucking goddess, Pans. A goddess."
Draco spilled an endless torrent of searing, white-hot cum into her depths until exhaustion crashed into him like the withdrawal of a lifetime. Filling two holes in one night—it was more than he’d dared to hope for.
Draco moved onto his elbows, as his hands found her face, stroking her berry-coloured cheeks. Pansy was exhaling languidly, her body stretched and spent, her chest rising and falling in tandem with his.
"You did cum right… the second time?" he asked hesitantly.
"I did," Pansy gulped, her lips quirking into a tired smile. "You kept rolling my clit, so I just… didn’t say anything.”
“You’re not lying to spare my feelings, are you?"
Pansy laughed, and Draco felt her laughter undulate through her body, the sensation reaching his softening cock still nestled inside her. "Does that sound like something I’d do?"
"I meant it, Pans," he urged. "You’re a bloody goddess. Whatever happens—if you have to marry Nott, or if I…" He hesitated, the remembrance of reality creeping in as he tried to make light of it. "If I die—"
"Don’t," she interrupted.
"No, listen." He cupped her face, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I want you to know. Whatever happens between us, you’re a bloody goddess. Don’t let any man ever tell you otherwise."