Broom Closet Encounters - Slytherin Sabotage

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AU - The shade of Voldemort was captured trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. The false stone was a trap to imprison him. It currently resides in an unmarked vault in Gringotts.

Everything up to the Prisoner of Azkaban is still the same. Fourth Year, Harry was not in the Triwizard Tournament. There was no reason for Barty to attack Moody & Pettigrew was in hiding.

This takes place in Year Seven.

AN2: I might make that my standard AU going forward. I've got a few ideas that could work.

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Pansy thought this was a stupid plan. She couldn't say that, otherwise Draco would toss her to the side. Years of work getting him to be her husband would go with it. She wasn't blind. He was a moron, vain, and rather useless, but he was also really rich. Once they got married she wouldn't have to worry about anything. Maybe she'd have to pop out an heir, but there were options for that. A little ritual magic, a bit of potion, and a willing surrogate would mean she wouldn't actually have to carry the thing.

Somehow, Draco had managed to convince his father to have scouts attend a game this year. Unfortunately for him, that game happened to be the one against Gryffindor. There was no way on Merlin's saggy balls that Draco was going to be able to look good going against Potter. Pansy didn't care about quidditch, but even she could see that the half-blood was insanely talented. He hadn't missed a single snitch yet.

And that led to here being here, waiting for Harry to come by. The plan was simple. Slip Potter a potion tonight that would make him sluggish tomorrow. Draco had told her to do it by any means possible. He had repeated that. She wasn't stupid. He meant for her to seduce him.

Potter. A half-blood. The damned Golden boy of Gryffindor and The Boy Who Lived. Was her father a Death Eater? Yes. Did she give a damn about some failed 'dark lord'? No.

"Do it for the gold, Pan." She muttered to herself. "Do it for the gold."

"Parkinson?" Harry bloody Potter called to her. "What are you doing here?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice. Fuck, where had he come from?

"I was waiting for you." Pansy recovered quickly. "We need to talk."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He scanned the corridor to make sure they were alone. At least he wasn't that stupid.

"About what?" He asked as he cautiously took a step closer to her. "This is the most you've spoken to me in the last few years without insulting me, or trying to hex me."

"I've never tried to hex you." Pansy waved off the accusation.

Harry gave her a flat look.

"Fine." She sighed. "I may have sent a couple of harmless hexes your way. All in good fun."

"That Hufflepuff who's pubic hair turned into mold would beg to differ." Harry replied.

"That was a good one." Pansy snorted.

She caught herself when she saw his stern expression. His entire body was tense while he watched her. She had to admit, he wasn't bad to look at. A little on the scrawny side, but handsome enough. She had never been on the receiving end of one of his stupid crooked smiles that so many girls swooned over. His eyes though, Morgana herself would get wet for those eyes.

"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow." Pansy forced herself to concentrate on the plan.

"What happens tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"The game." She rolled her eyes. "Slytherin versus Gryffindor."

"What about it?" He hadn't relaxed yet.

"I wanted to wish you good luck." Pansy strutted over to him, making sure to sway her hips.

She had shortened her skirt a little to make sure it was distracting. Pansy knew she looked good. Her upturned nose finally fit her face, now it was cute instead of looking like a pug. She worked hard to make sure her body was appealing. Her breasts were the biggest in her year, damn Tracey Davis, but she had a killer ass, firm with just the right about of pop, and her legs were works of art.

"Shouldn't you be doing that for Draco?" Harry asked.

She smiled as his eyes tracked the swish of her skirt. Damn, she was good.

"We had a little disagreement." She shrugged. Her hands traced along his shoulders. "I thought I could ask you for a favor."

Harry shivered as her fingers teased the back of his neck.

"What sort of favor?" Harry tried to stay alert. "I'm not going to hurt him."

"Oh?" Pansy gasped. "Why ever would you think I would ask such a thing?"

She pressed herself against him before he could answer. Her lips stole the words as he tried to speak. Harry froze. His eyes went wide in shock. She smirked. Pansy made her move. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into the nearest broom closet.

"I want you to humiliate him." She purred.

Pansy attacked his lips again. Wrestling his mouth open and attacking his tongue. Once he got over the shock, he started to kiss her back. His lips were soft, and his tongue was rather agile. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a chore.

"He got his dear daddy to send some professional scouts to the game." She unbuckled his belt and began to work on his zipper. "I want you to make him cry as his dreams are shattered."

"What are you doing?" Harry squeaked as she dropped to her knees.

"Convincing you." She smiled wickedly up at him.

Once she had finished undoing his pants, she pulled them down below his knees. His boxers came along for the ride. The sudden movement caused his rapidly hardening cock to spring back up, slapping her on the cheek. Pansy gasp as she finally laid eyes on his wand.

"Fuck, Potter." Pansy stared at his cock in wonder. "Did your grandmother fuck a giant?"

Harry laughed. "I'm not that big."

"Yeah, you are." Pansy began to stroke him to full hardness.

"You've seen a lot of cocks?" Harry asked.

She glared up at him. Her other hand grabbed his sack and her grip tightened. He winced.

"It's not smart to insult a lady when her hands are on your balls." She said.

"You're right." Harry said through gritted teeth. "I apologize."

"Good boy." Pansy relaxed her grip. "I guess you just need some proper inspiration to learn."

Pansy began to massage his balls as she stroked him. Harry groaned.

"To answer your question." She said as she concentrated on the task at hand. "I've only seen one other cock. Draco doesn't measure up to you."

Harry smiled at that. He couldn't exactly rub that in Draco's face, but he would always know it when he looked at the whiny git.

"I'm guessing you've measured it." Pansy stroked him expertly.

"Eight inches." Harry whispered; his hips were moving in time with her strokes.

"That's big. Plenty thick too." Pansy muttered. "Your poor wife." She paused. "Wait, then who is bigger? Don't tell me Weasley is swinging pipe."

Harry looked down at her. She could feel him softening slightly in her grip.

"No, he's not." Harry replied flatly. "Could we not talk about my friends dick right now?"

"But now I'm curious." Pansy pouted, rubbing the head of his cock against her cheek. "Please?"

Harry shuddered.

"I'll tell you once we're finished." He said quickly.

"That shouldn't take long." She teased.

She moved back. Harry groaned at the sudden loss of contact. Pansy rolled her eyes as she returned to her steady, firm strokes.

"Are you almost done?" Pansy asked. "My arm is getting tired."

Harry shook his head.

"Are you close?" Pansy asked with a sigh.

Harry shook his head again. Pansy shrugged. She leaned forward, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue. Harry leaned back and moaned. She continued, making sure to touch every bit of his knob. When he still hadn't finished, she moved on to his shaft. She gave sloppy kisses down one side before repeating the process on the other. His hands ran through her hair, but he didn't start pulling it, or force her to move faster.

Draco would have already fucked her face and finished by now. It was annoying, but it was over quick. Part of her was glad. Draco didn't hardly fill her mouth. Potter would have wrecked her throat if he had done the same thing.

Pansy leaned back on her knees. She glared up at him.

"You still haven't cum yet." She said sternly. "Am I not good enough for you?"

"You're doing great." Harry sounded slightly drunk. "It just takes me some time to finish."

"How does Granger put up with this?" Pansy asked as she started to stroke him again.

"What?" Harry looked down at her, blinking rapidly to try to clear his thoughts.

"Granger." Pansy paused. "Does she have some secret technique?"

"Hermione is my friend." Harry said slowly. "We don't do this kind of thing together."

"Really?" Pansy raised an eyebrow. "She looks like she'd drop on her knees for you in the middle of Sorting if you asked."

Harry stared blankly at her.

"Her lose." Pansy shrugged.

She stood up and dusted off her knees.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"This is taking too long." Pansy said with a shrug.

"You're going to leave?" Harry tried not to whine.

"Of course not." She turned around and flipped up her skirt. "Be quick."

Harry's jaw dropped as he took in the view of her bare ass. She wore a pair of green, lacy panties that barely covered her cheeks. He watched in awe as she hooked her fingers in the band and shimmied them down around her feet.

"Come on, Potter." She said looking over her shoulder at him. "I don't have all night."

Pansy gasped as his fingers stroked along her kitty. She cooed, surprised at the touch.

"That's nice, but that's not what I meant." She teased.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Parkinson." Harry pressed close against her.

She shuddered as his breath tickled the skin on the back of her neck. Pansy moaned as his fingers continued their deft exploration of her lower lips. Foreplay wasn't something a Pureblood Trophy Wife expected to ever experience. Well, unless she was enjoying the company of other witches.

"Fuck you. FUCK. HARRY." She screamed as he found her clit.

Her mind went numb as the first orgasm ever given to her by another person set every one of her nerves alight. Harry gripped the seam of her shirt. He pulled, ripping it open. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she heard the tinkling of glass on stone. That ghost of a thought was banished as his hands slid her bra up out of the way. His dexterous fingers teased and pinched her nipples.

Pansy gasped as she felt his thick shaft slide between her legs. The ridge of his knob teased her clit as he began to rock his hips back and forth. All the while his hands were latched to her tits.

"Pansy." Harry growled in her ear.

"Yes, Harry?" She whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He said.

"Please." She whined.

His hands reluctantly moved from her breasts. He took her hips to move her back a step. She let out a hungry moan as the crown of his cock dragged along her now wet lips. Her voice stuck in her throat as he pushed inside. Lights flashed behind her eyes. An even stronger orgasm her legs go weak. She braced against the wall to try to stay upright.

Harry grunted as he pushed deeper.

"So. Damn. Tight." Harry gritted his teeth.

"Harry." She whined. "Haarrryy."

"I like the way my name sounds on your lips." He chuckled.

Pansy wanted to say something. Words were beyond her. All she knew was that his cock was making her cum with every stroke. The ridge of his head rubbed the right spots to make her see stars. His crown reached so deep she wasn't sure she could walk anymore.

"Fas-ter." She slurred.

Harry grinned. He snapped his hips forward, practically knocking her off her feet. Her hands slipped off the wall, she caught herself on the floor before her head hit the stone. Harry took full advantage of the new position. He hammered his hips down to meet hers.

Pansy screamed as her entire body shook. Harry couldn't hold back. Her pussy had been constantly milking his cock with her steady orgasms. He plunged down before shooting his cum into her hungry depths.

Harry leaned back, slowly pulling out of her. Pansy used her hands to walk herself back upright. Her legs wobbled and she stumbled backward. He caught her, holding her close to his chest. Pansy let out a happy hum as she tilted her head back to kiss him.

"We should do this again sometime." She smiled at him; her eyes were still out of focus.

"Definitely." Harry kissed the tip of her nose.

She quickly got dressed.

"Wait a couple of minutes before you leave." Pansy said.

Harry nodded. She slipped out of the broom closet and made it about halfway down the hall before she froze. Her hand slipped into the pocket of her robe. It was empty, The vial was gone.

"Shit." She hissed. "The potion."

Pansy hurried back to the closet. She just needed to grab the potion and dose Harry. Maybe she could say she wanted to go again? She threw the door open to see Harry examining the vial.

"Is this yours?" He asked, giving her that damned crooked smile.

She nodded.

"Diluted Sleeping Potion." Harry held it out to her. "That would take like, what, ten hours to kick in? Doesn't look strong enough to put someone to sleep though. Just make them sluggish."

"Oh." Pansy's voice came out too high.

"Just to let you know." Harry chuckled. "I'm not playing in the game tomorrow. I got an invite to try out for a couple of teams earlier this year and I didn't want to take a chance away from my teammates. Staying in reserve for the rest of the season, actually."

Pansy stared at him.

"Don't tell Draco that." Harry stole a kiss as he walked by. "You can let him think this worked. I'll see you next time."