Pansy sagged against the door and brought her hands to her cheeks. Maybe it was simply her imagination but they felt warm to the touch. She suddenly became conscious of other sensations flooding through her: the weakness in her legs, the bruised feel of her mouth, and most disconcerting of all, the pulsing need between her thighs.

It was that cursed bracelet. What other explanation could she have for the way she'd responded to Potter? Pansy could feel her cheeks burn even hotter with the memory of arching into his touch, of the way his tongue stroked boldly against hers.

A faint knock on the door brought her back to reality. "Parkinson? I...I wanted to apologize for...uhhh...earlier. That was uncalled for." Potter's voice sounded hesitant, a distinct contrast to the angry tone he'd used with her throughout the evening.

"Just forget about it, Potter. I already have," she lied through her teeth. She couldn't face him yet; she needed only a few more minutes to get her heart rate, and her emotions, under control. "Just...can you get me my things?" she asked, hoping to send him away.

"I've got them here."

Absolutely wonderful. Taking a deep breath, Pansy opened the door and avoided looking at him, not trusting her ability to maintain what little composure she had left. She found Potter holding out her bag in front of him. Snatching it, she brushed by him without a word and headed for the bathroom to begin her nighttime preparations. He appeared to have made himself scarce by the time she was finished, and Pansy was able to hurry back to the bedroom without any trouble.

Slipping out of her dress and knickers, Pansy collapsed onto the bed, nearly mindless with exhaustion. Her last thought, just as she finally gave in to sleep, was at least the sheets seem clean...

The snake continued to slither its way up her leg. She watched it approach with dread, unable to do anything. Once more she tried to pull on her wrists but they remained fixed above her head. The snake was now between her breasts and she could see its emerald green eyes boring into hers…

Pansy rolled over and nearly fell off the bed in her attempt to escape. Still fuzzy from sleep and the wine she'd consumed, she raised her head and scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, her gaze falling on the clothing crumpled on the floor. As she lifted a hand to rub her tired eyes, her wrist came into view and with it, the bracelet that kept her chained to—

Potter…

Memories of what happened earlier came back to her with crystal-like clarity. She was about to crawl back under the sheets, intent on erasing that moment from her mind, when she heard a strange noise. Curious, Pansy got up, wrapping a sheet loosely around her naked form before padding to the door and opening it.

Weak light filtered in through the windows, barely illuminating the figure thrashing wildly on the couch. Harry seemed to be in the midst of a violent dream, occasionally shouting out unintelligible words. She would've left him alone, but the noise would've made it difficult for her to go back to sleep. So she grudgingly made her way over to the couch to wake him up. As she bent over him, her foot bumped into something. Pansy squinted down to find an empty bottle rolling across the floor.

"Potter!" she hissed softly as she shook his bare shoulder. "Potter!"

His hand shot up, seizing her wrist in a tight grip. Pansy let out a gasp of surprise as she suddenly found herself being twisted around and shoved roughly down to her knees, the sheet tangling around her ankles. A heavy weight landed on her back, pinning her firmly to the floor. A wand tip digging painfully into the side of her neck discouraged her from making any other movements.

Pansy swallowed past the lump in her throat. If she could just get him to recognize her…

"Potter?" There was no response. She tried again. "H-Harry?"

The wand clattered to the floor. "I'm sorry, Pansy," he whispered hoarsely against her bare shoulder. His now-empty hand closed over hers, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the pulse beating wildly on inside of her wrist.

She should've screamed at him, pushed him off immediately. It was, after all, the most humiliating position she'd ever been in: naked, on her hands and knees, underneath someone she detested thoroughly. And yet…

Her skin tingled with a million tiny pinpricks. The world seemed to have narrowed to just the two of them: the grainy wood underneath her palms, the scratchy wool of Harry's trousers against the back of her thighs, the cold bite of a zipper against her hip. Her blood roared in her ears and without another thought, she pushed back against Harry, her bottom sliding invitingly over him.

His body went rigid above hers. A low, rough laugh escaped from him, sending a thrill straight through her. "Who would've thought?" he murmured. "Not your ex-boyfriend, I assume."

Quidditch-calloused fingertips trailed along her shoulder and down the delicate curve of her spine. His breath was hot against her cheek as he paused in his exploration. "Do you really want this?"

Pansy could only groan in response, her hips bucking against his hand. He gave in to her wordless plea, dipping his hand between her legs, fingers teasing apart her slick folds. She couldn't believe how wet she was, and if he would only move just so, it would be enough to—

Suddenly, his body lifted off hers, warmth replaced by cool air. Pansy could only whimper and shut her eyes in disappointment.

"Not yet…" She felt movement around her and when she opened her eyes Harry was kneeling in front her, trousers undone, slowly stroking his cock. His green eyes glittered with an intensity that made her shiver with desire.

"Suck me."

Pansy immediately parted her lips, a pink tongue darting out to lick the head before she swallowed him.

"Yeah, that's it…" he groaned, fisting handfuls of her dark hair as he stroked his cock in and out of her willing mouth, the heat between her thighs increasing with each thrust. She never imagined that she could be so aroused from this one act, that she would want to taste more of him. A slight tilt of her head sent his cock sliding further down her throat.

"Oh fuck, that's..."

Harry pulled her off abruptly, his chest rising and falling harshly as he fought for control. Pansy rested her forehead against his hip and waited. A firm tug on her hair forced her up until she was looking directly into lust-clouded eyes. Brushing a thumb over her lips, he asked softly, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Pansy nodded mutely, sucking on the finger he'd slipped into her mouth.

"Then beg for it."

"Please, Harry," she moaned. "Fuck me."

His arms slid around her as he lifted her up, holding her tight against him as he ravaged her mouth with a demanding kiss. When they broke apart, Harry pushed her back until she was lying on the floor, thighs spread wide, hands pinned down on either side of her head. He lowered his head to her breast, and as he sucked hard on a swollen peak, he thrust roughly inside her, her scream of pleasure filling the room.

Harry chuckled darkly. "Like that, don't you?" As he continued to slide his cock in and out of her, his mouth moved to her other breast, licking and biting with a feral-like hunger that made her cry out and arch her back, wanting more.

"Please," she begged again, wrapping her legs around his waist. One heel dug into the small of his back, urging him to move faster, deeper. Finally releasing her wrists, Harry slipped one hand between their sweat-slick bodies, past her damp curls, and flicked his thumb hard against her clit.

Pansy screamed his name, her world exploding into a thousand shimmering pieces behind tightly closed eyes. His hoarse shout followed soon after, his seed spilling warm and thick inside her.

Harry's dark head dropped to the curve of her neck. "So good...Pansy…" she heard him murmur against her damp skin. She lifted her hand, wanting to brush the hair back from his face, and noticed that her wrist felt strangely light. When Pansy glanced to the side, she saw the two bracelets lying on the floor next to them. She was about to reach for them when she felt Harry stir and shift above her.

"Huh." Before she knew it, he had scooped up the bracelets and rolled off her. "I should put these somewhere safe," he said absently as he rose from the floor, wand in hand. She watched silently as he walked over to the mantle and took down a wooden box, placing the bracelets inside before sealing it with a tap of his wand. "That should do it," he said with some satisfaction as he slid the box back into its usual spot.

Keenly aware of her current state of nudity compared to Harry, Pansy gathered up the fallen sheet and began wrapping it around herself, ignoring the uselessness of such a gesture (since he'd already seen all of her). "I suppose you'll want me out of here as soon as possible," she said crisply as she got to her feet.

"Actually..." He glanced at her sheepishly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You don't have to go. That is, if you don't want to."

That was quite the tempting offer. Pansy realized that she wasn't done with Harry Potter just yet. She loosened her grip on the sheet and let it drop around her ankles. Favoring him with a smirk, she held out her hand to him.

"In that case, let's move this to the bedroom. I've had enough of floors for tonight."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing!