Author's Note: I've been wanting to write a story like this for a while and I have a lot of ideas on where it could go. Hopefully I can upload regularly, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, this story will be somewhat request based. I will take suggestions and write the most sought after characters into the story. So leave a review with who you think should get their turn with Harry and also suggest what they should do with him. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Reluctant Pleasures

PANSY PARKINSON

Harry awoke, with a splitting pain running through his head, his mind swimming amidst a miasma of blurry shapes, one of which was stood propped against a wall, leering down at him. As his mind slowly pieced itself back together, he groggily called out, "Where am I… what's happening…"

The figure moved and strolled slowly around the room, and behind Harry. He made to turn and look back to see who it was, but he couldn't. It was only now that he realised the predicament he was in. His hands were bound behind his back, his feet tied in a similar way. Struggling against his bonds, he growled angrily, realising what was happening, "Who are you? Let me go!"

"Quiet now, Potter. There is no use in shouting at me. Not when you're on your knees like that," a cold and icy voice snarled, almost with a hint of mockery in their voice. The figure strode back into Harry's vision and he tried to catch a glimpse of his captor. It was a woman, her body shape gave that away damn near instantly, but her face was occluded by a thin dark robe, "Now are you going to be quiet and listen to me, boy? Or am I going to have to be… rough?"

"Who are you?" Harry asked, through gritted teeth, his hands twisting against his bonds as the ropes burnt his skin, rubbing his wrists raw as he struggled helplessly.

"I organised this little event. And you are my star attraction. The boy who lived..." the woman smirked, her slender hands drifting down to his cheek, softly and teasingly playing with his skin, before brushing his hair back to reveal the scar emblazoned on his forehead.

"Are you turning me over to him? To Voldemort?" He asked fearfully, steeling his emotions and trying to feign strength as he realised that he might have just been bested and he didn't even know how.

"What? No, no, no… that would be incredibly boring," She said, laughing at the outrageous idea the boy had posited before pulling his chin up to look at her. Forcing his head back, she looked into his eyes watching as he tried to catch a glimpse beneath the hood to see her face.

"Then why am I here?" Harry asked, confused as she let his head fall forwards, slumping painful against his chest as she strode around to a table, lifting a piece of parchment and reading down the list.

"Well, over the years, you have made quite a few enemies and they are wanting too… exact revenge in their own ways… I merely arranged the circumstances," she explained running down the parchment, looking at all the names that agreed to come and share in her prize, "So many names!"

"Enemies? What are you talking about? Revenge?" Harry asked as she set down the list and strode slowly towards the door stepping before she left.

"Yes… quite a few. You'd be surprised actually. I thought quite a few of them were your friends, but you must have done something to piss them off," She laughed, reaching for the door handle, "I'll just go get the first guest, then shall I? Oh, one moment…"

Leaving the door handle, she strode back into the room, lifting her wand from her sleeve and pointing it at Harry. Leaning away, expecting a curse of some form, he gritted his teeth, only to feel a rush of cold air hit him. Looking back a shot blue light hit him, before spreading across his body. He watched in horror as his clothes slowly disappeared, disintegrating into thin air. His eyes shot open wide as his boxers melted away, his softened cock flopping against his thigh, the cold in the room doing little too, aid in his endowment, which was by no means poor, "The first guest asked that you were left like this. She isn't too fond of striping down her toys…"

Before Harry could even stammer a few words, the woman made her way swiftly towards the door, and disappeared, leaving Harry alone and naked in a strange stone room.

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It took a few minutes, until anything happened, but as soon as Harry heard the door slowly push open and a new person stride into the room. Similarly to mystery woman, the new figure wore a similar dark, black robe, this time however the robe was adorned with emerald green trimming. Emblazoned on the chest of the rob was a shining silver and green emblem, one which Harry recognised immediately as that of Slithering. Craning his neck, he tried to catch a glimpse of her face, but his eyes widened as soon as he laid eyes on the smirking, devilish woman.

"Hello Potter…" Pansy purred, leaning provocatively on the door frame, taunting Harry before walking slowly into the room, making a point of bouncing her hips as she did so, each step taken enunciated perfectly by the loud echo of her high heels, "Happy to see me? Not as happy as I would have thought…"

Confused, Harry took a moment before he realised that she was referring to his soft cock, which was still slumped against his thigh. As soon as he realised, his face became flush and bright red, something that Pansy revelled in as she clapped her hands together, "This is going to be fun!"

"Why are you here…" he snarled in response, glaring up at the Slithering girl, his blood boiling just from being in the same room as his lifelong rival's girlfriend, let alone the fact that he was naked and that she was making comments about his cock.

"Too take revenge on all the times you screwed me over. By, you know… screwing you over. In my own way," she smirked, her eyes lingering a little to long on his cock, making Harry even more shy, his face going even brighter as she almost stared with an abject hunger.

"You… you like me?" he said almost startled, his young helpless mind assuming that Pansy's desires were based on hidden lustful desires.

"Like you? Don't' make me laugh," she laughed, crouching down in front of Harry, her face lingering a few inches away from Harry's her lips puckered ever so slightly, just enough to hint to Harry her intentions. Drawing her wand, she traced it slowly down his chest, nearing ever closer to his crotch, much to his dismay, "But I wanted my chance to… toy with you. And I would be lying If I wasn't curious about the famous Harry Potter's famous cock. Everyone at Hogwarts was and I must say… I was expecting more."

Before Harry could respond, he felt Pansy's wand slide along his cock, the cold wood making his grimace as she hooked the wooden shaft underneath his, lifting his cock away from his thigh. Slowly, inspecting his cock, she could feel him go a further, deeper shade of red. Smirking, she let his cock flop back down against his thigh. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry turned to face Pansy, looking dead in her eyes for the first time since she entered, "Not even hard, Harry. Don't worry… I can help with that…"

Leaning forward, Pansy slowly and soft pressed her lips against Harry's, her lips meeting his rigid and fearful face. Pulling his face closer, she deepened the kiss, much to Harry's confusement and reluctance. His eyes remained open as she slipped her tongue past his lips, her tongue delving deeper into her toy's throat, exploring his mouth, fighting through Harry's attempts to stop her.

Not relenting her assault, Harry felt a twinge of shame as his face relaxed, his eyes slowly drifting closed as he succumbed to the deep kiss. It took him a moment to realise, his moment of weakness, his eyes flying open. Another wave of embarrassment flowed through his body as he felt his cock twitch into action, his cock rising ever so slightly. Pulling away from Harry, she glanced down her smile widening even more as she saw the slight change in his cock, "Getting there… I have an idea on how to… spur the rest on."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry growled through his teeth, trying to resist the witch and her obvious taunting and sexual advances.

"Because its fun. And I knew how much it would torture you doing this with me, of all people. And I'm right, you hate that I'm having an effect on you," Pansy sneered as slowly undid the front of her robe, a flash of pale white skin peeking out from behind the black material, causing Harry's eyes to flare up and an unwanted twinge in his cock to do so too, "Now lets see if we can wake little Harry up…"

Grimacing as she referred to his cock as 'little Harry' he steeled himself as she slowly opened the robe up, her body there for Harry too see. She was slender and had a surprisingly pleasant form, with her narrow waist and sizable breasts. Harry had never noticed her in such a way, but now as she revealed her flesh to him in a more intimate surrounding, he took notice. Visible notice. She still wore a pain of green and silver panties, her breasts already on show, but even in her state of undress Harry's cock began to stiffen against his will, "There we go Potter! Getting there. I wore these just to remind you where you're sticking little Harry… into a Slithering. Granger wouldn't be proud would she?"

"Stop…" he said, trying to tear his eyes away, but wanting to gaze more at her exposed skin. Harry was far from experienced sexually, his past endeavours being far from fruitful. The most he knew about sex came from the late night chats in his dormitory as everyone fantasised and talked about those sort of things. And now Pansy was here, about to do these things to him for the first time. There was a horrible part of him that wanted her to continue, just to know what it was like.

"Stop? We've only just begun," she smirked as she turned around, flaunting her plump arse, framed perfectly by the tight, thin panties. Bending over, she let the flesh of her arse fall either side of the thin G-string that barely covered her soft lips. Reaching back, she made sure Harr was looking and slowly pulled the panties up her hips, digging the thin string deeper into her crack. Harry watched as the string was slowly enveloped by her lips, disappearing between her pussy. The sight of her arse sent a jolt of energy through his cock, but now that she was playing with her panties, flaunting her tight form and pussy, he could hardly resist the effect she was having on him. His cock begrudgingly and annoyingly moved to half mast, slowly edging upwards, much to Pansy's excitement as she watched him rise between her legs, "Well, I've seen you naked, only fair you see me."

Walking over and in front of him, she stood with her crotch mere inches away from his face, her pussy almost entirely on show as Harry got a closer view of her panties buried amongst her cunt lips. Talking Harry's head in her hand, she slowly directed his face to the sides of her panties, to a tiny little bow that held them on, "With your teeth… there's a good boy…"

Opening his mouth, he pulled tentatively on the tiny lace bow, watching it unravel itself ands the strings fall loosely to her side. Directed around to the other side of her hips, he did the same, expecting the panties to fall way, but instead they clung to her, trapped against her pussy by her previous flossing action, "Go on… take them off…"

Begrudgingly, he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her slit. Opening his mouth, he took the fabric in his teeth and slowly peeled it away from his pussy. He could taste a slight drop of her wetness as his mouth pulled the panties away, her sweetness lingering on his tongue as he got his first full view of her naked. He lost control of his eyes as the wandered across her body, tracing every inch of her curves. Her soft round tits, capped off with a perfectly tiny little nipple, already erect in the coldness of the stone room. He hips, slightly cocked to make her even more sexy. And her pussy. His eyes wandered, betraying his steely confidence, towards her pussy and widened as he laid eyes on it, fully exposed. Her lips were shrouded in a thin layer of her pussy hair, causing Harry to cast her a look.

"What? Never seen a girl with hair before? Suppose Granger would always shave for you," Pans chuckled as she slid her fingers through her bush. She had debated shaving for harry, but figured that it would be fun to see how he handled a hairy pussy. And much to her enjoyment, he was completely baffled.

"Stop bringing Hermione into this…" Harry snarled as he looked at her pussy, the intricacies of her folds and the slight hint of what he was told to be her clit, peeking out from her slit. The thin layer of hair was unsettling, but Harry didn't really what to expect.

"Okay, I'll stop talking about Granger. Oh! It looks like little Harry has come out too play," Pansy laughed as she saw his cock point upwards, a slight dribble of pre-cum glistening across his head as she talked about Hermione, "Good boy… that deserves a reward!"

Her hand wove its way into his hair, wrapping her fingers around his head. Involuntarily jerked around, Harry felt his head forcefully moved closer to her pussy, causing him to panic and try to move his head away from her hairy cunt, "get licking babe…"

"What? What about the… you know… the hair?" Harry stammered as he tried to stop her from forcing his face into her pussy.

"Have you never licked a hairy muff? Don't worry, I'll direct you through it all," she said swaying her hips seductively, before wrapping a second hand around Harry's head, applying more pressure, finally breaking Harry. Unable to resist her strength, Harry felt his lips near ever closer. Pushing her hips forwards, she finally felt his lips brush against her pussy hair, sending a tingle through her body, making her almost shiver, "That's it, get to it…"

Harry's nose was swiftly buried in her nest of her, his lips fighting their way through and resting on her glistening wet slit. Feeling her juices coat his lips, he involuntarily slid his tongue across her lips tasting her sweet juices. Using this opportunity, Pansy pushed her pussy forward, his exposed tongue slipping between his folds and into her sopping wet hole.

"Oh that's it…" she moaned loudly feeling his tongue settled inside her pussy. The wet wriggling appendage spasmed inside her pussy, writhing as Harry panicked. Lapping involuntarily at her wet hole, Harry felt his tongue drive deeper into her pussy, his nose tickling her pubic hair as he tried to wriggle his way out off her grasp, but only serving to pleasure her more. Her folds were glistening and growing wetter with each spasm his tongue made deep inside her, causing her knees to almost buckle in pleasure.

Using both her hands, she began to grind his face into her pussy, revelling in the sweet sensations of his tongue being forcefully jerked around inside her cunt. Groaning, she breathed sharply as his nose brushed briefly against her sensitive clit. Focussing her movements so that his nose continued to massage her clit, Harry's tongue slipped from her hole, allowing him a moment to breathe as she ground her clit into his face, consumed her moans. She quickly realised and hurriedly pointed Harry towards his next target, "Go on… lick my lips…"

His face was forced back into her crotch before he could catch his breath. Gasping into her pussy, Harry tentatively used his tongue to trace through her folds, exploring the delicious secrets of Pansy's cunt. Pansy continued to direct his head throughout her hole, directing his attentive and delightful tongue to the particularly sensitive parts of her pussy.

"Back in we go…" Pansy moaned before forcing Harry's tongue back inside her, tiring of his teasing

of her folds. Startled, he felt his tongue drive deep inside her, his head continuously jerked from side to side for her own pleasure. Wanting his tongue deeper, Pansy lifted one of her long slender legs and propped it over Harry's shoulder, pulling him closer. Letting out a loud yelp as his wriggling tongue was pushed deeper inside her, caressing new parts of her pussy with its writhing touch.

Much to Harry's shame, he began to slowly enjoy the taste of Pansy as he was made to please her with his tongue, even beginning to enjoy licking her pussy. The eroticism born from pleasing her relentlessly was intoxicating and as he explored her hole with his tongue, his eyes closed, focussing on the task, his mind drifting from the fact that it was Pansy's pussy he was diligently pleasing and instead picturing a more pleasing person. Flashes of ginger hair filled his mind, spurring him deeper into her pussy, juices dripping down his chin and face, his nose continuing to rub and grind against her clit.

Harry's eyes flew open sharply as he felt something slide down his back and between his bum cheeks. Startled, he felt the long prong of Pansy's high heel, trace down his back, forcing him to arch it, subsequently pushing his face deeper into her pussy. As the prong slid further down, it disappeared between his cheeks, dangerously teasing a place he would have never considered. Trying to protest, he failed, his muffled sounds sending delicious vibrations through her pussy only serving to push her closer to her end.

"Oh Potter… I'm almost… There!" Pansy groaned loudly, her orgasm building in her loins as each frantic spasm of Harry's tongue brought her nearer. The raw primal side took over Pansy as promise of an orgasm dictated her movements. Keeping Harry's tongue pressed deep inside her and his face buried between her thighs, she pushed Harry onto his back. Wincing in pain, Harry's hands were trapped and bound behind him as Pansy knelt over his face.

Keeping both her hands wrapped around his head, she began to ride him with an animalistic fervour moaning and squealing as she did so. Fucking his face with her crotch, she ground herself against him, her panting and pleasures sounds growing in pitch and frequency. Harry looked on in somewhat fear as Pansy used him as a toy, grinding herself against him, stepping him from breathing as his tongue probed and pleased her pussy finally driving herself over the edge.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh yeah…" Pansy squealed, her grinding slowing to a halt as her orgasm rushed through her body. her pussy tightened around Harry's tongue trapping it in her spasming hole. As she orgasmed she would slowly move her pussy, coaxing out further moans as his tongue shifted inside her or, his nose gently brushed her very sensitive clit. As he orgasm subsided, her breathing heavy and ragged, she made a few slow and final grinds across his face, making sure that he relished his last taste of her.

"Oh wow… Granger taught you well…" Pansy breathed, rolling off of Harry's face, letting him gasp for breath, joining her in recovering their normal breathing pattern. Blushing with anger and embarrassment as she mentioned Hermione again, Harry tried to speak, but couldn't choke out a single word. Turning onto her side, the cold stone floor contrasting her fiery hot body, Pansy teased him further, "I'll have to thank her the next time I see her."

"Me and Hermione never did that…" Harry finally managed to say between breaths, his voice ragged and choked. Trying to avoid looking at Pansy both out of her nakedness and his embarrassment for enjoying such perverse actions with someone he hated with a passion. Even more so after this.

"Really? I would have thought you and weasel would be shagging Granger every chance you got," she toyed. She always thought that the golden trio would be doing something like that together. There was no way that they spent every waking moment with each other without at least a cheeky handjob every now and again. Smirking, she added, much to Harry's confusion, "I know I would."

"Well we didn't. So stop talking about her," Harry said firmly, grunting as he tried to get comfortable. Unable to do so on his back with his hands tied behind him, he rolled onto his front grimacing as his hardened cock was pressed against the stone.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll stop mention your secret lover…" Pansy teased. Watching Harry roll onto his front, made her smirk as he exposed his cute and taut bum, "You really shouldn't lay on your front. Wouldn't want to give me access to this, now would you?"

Leaning over, she wriggled a finger between his arse cheeks, pressing the tip against his constricted butthole. Managing to slide the tip of her finger in before he could react, Pansy erupted in laughter as Harry recoiled in shock, rolling onto he back immediately, crushing his hands. Rolling around on the floor in laughter, Pansy howled, "Dear god Potter… that was too good! Don't worry. I won't do anything like that! Other people though? Can't promise the same for them."

Retrieving her wand, she pointed it at Harry, and let the bonds around his hands slowly unravel. His eyes opened wide as he brought his hands to his front, laying flat on his back. Realising he could escape, he made to lunch for Pansy but before he could his hands were quickly bound, restraining him instantly, "Don't get any ideas Potter. I'm not done with you yet."

Laying on his back, he watched Pansy lay beside her breasts pressing against his side, her cold, erect nipples rubbing against his arm. Trying to ignore them, he felt her long slender fingers dance across his chest as he leg slid over his, pressing the all too familiar pussy hair against his thigh, "so if you and Granger didn't… you know? Does that mean that your still a virgin? Or did Weasel's little sister be little Harry's first sheathe?"

"No… I've never… had… you know," Harry stammered, quick to deny the fact that he had fucked neither Hermione nor Ginny, but hesitant to actually say the word 'sex'.

"Sex! Just say the word," Pansy exclaimed, waiting patiently for a few seconds for him to say it before giving up. Smirking suggestively, she let her hand drift slowly down his stomach, edging ever closer to his crotch, "You know people always remember their first. Want it to be special…"

Staring at her blankly for a moment, Harry's eyes widened as he realised what she was talking about. He knew that Pansy was here to torment him, but his mind hadn't actually gotten far enough to imagine what that would encompass. He always imagined his first with Ginny, but as Pansy's hand neared his cock, he realised how little choice he had in the matter now, "Pansy… don't. That's too far."

People want it to be with someone they love, so it's a memory they will cherish forever. Not with someone you really hate and against their will…" Pansy continued, ignoring his obvious pleas and bargaining as she wrapped her cold slender fingers around his shaft, slowly pumping his cock a few times, a dribble of pre-cum sliding down from his engorged tip to her fingers.

"Stop Pansy! Stop!" Harry pleaded, shouting at her as she rose onto her knees Struggling against his bonds he tried to push her away only for his hands to rise slowly above his head. His eyes widened as Pansy, lifted one knee over his crotch, his cock still in her hand.

"I remember my first…" Pansy purred as she pressed his cock against her pussy. Trapping his shaft between her hot wet pussy and his chest, she slowly slid up and down his shaft, coating him in her juices, teasing him with the idea of entering her. Her folds wrapped around his cock his head bulging through them as she dragged her pussy lazily across his length. As she reached between her legs and pressed his tip against her hole, she grinned, "and I'm sure you'll remember yours, but for different reasons."

Pansy, sto…" Harry managed to say, before he felt his head slip in between her folds, settling inside her hole. Holding his tip there for a moment, Pansy smiled. His breath caught in his throat as he experienced the gloriously warm and tight sensation of a girl's pussy for the first time. His eyes widened before slowly closing as he conceded defeat unhappily. Groaning in defeat, he closed his eyes. Slowly pushing downwards, Pansy watched as his deliciously thick and long cock disappeared inside of her. Her folds wrapped their way around the base of his cock as his cock finally settled inside of her, "p… fuck.

Biting her lip, Pansy leant forward resting her hands on Harry's chest as she lifted her ass ever so slightly. His cock was lodged deep inside her and as she made special attention to flex and spasm her pussy around his cock, Harry let out a deep guttural groan. The tight warmth that enveloped his shaft was unbearably pleasurable and in a last ditch attempt to stop Pansy from accruing any satisfaction he tried t stifle his moans. Smirking, Pansy closed her eyes gyrating her hips ever so slightly, forcing a wheezing moan from between Harry's lips. Chuckling, she whispered in his ear, "You can imagine someone else if you want. Granger of Weasel's sister. Imagine Granger's tight cunt is riding your dick. Mmm… imagine that Potter… imagine that…"

"Fuck…" Harry groaned, his eyes flashing with images of Hermione writhing in pleasure before him, her supple teen breasts bouncing as she rode up and down host shaft. As if on cue, Pansy began to slowly and teasingly lift her hips, his cock slowly dragging its way out of her pussy, parting her lips as each ridge and vein stimulated Pansy's still sensitive pussy. The cold air in the room chilled Harry's glistening cock, making him almost hunger for Pansy to plunge him back inside of her, just to warm his cock. As she lifted her arse that last inch, so that only his bulbous, thick tip remained lodged inside her inviting cunt, Pansy held for a moment, teasing Harry with the cold biting breeze that surrounded his cock. Breathing deeply, Pansy slammed her arse back down, burying his cock deep inside of her again, her bum cheeks rippling from the force.

The sudden push back into Pansy's pussy, jolted Harry eyes open, an involuntary gasp of pure orgasmic pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes watched with fascination as her breasts jiggled slightly, before watching her slender, thin frame rise again. His eyes latched onto her grasping pussy, that almost fought to pull his cock back inside her, the way her folds moved and rubbed against his cock. A seconds gasp, followed by a deep pleasurable groan filled the room as she once more slammed back down, her hands massaging his chest, her palms rubbing his nipples, adding tiny amounts of pleasure to the virgin's first experience. For the briefest of moments, as Harry watched Pansy's pleasure filled face, her mouth held open in a permanent silent moan, Harry felt the slightest air of attraction. The pleasure building in his balls and the sensations running through his cock clouded his judgement long enough to recognise the abject beauty that was bouncing up and down, along his length.

Speeding up, Pansy switched her long deep thrusts, to a quicker shallower bob, letting about held of Harry's cock slide out of her pussy before letting it slide back in. The sounds of wet slaps and slapping flesh filled the room with each movement. Harry's sporadic and guilty moans joined the chorus of greedy and pleasure soaked grunts and groans that ebbed from Pansy's lips as her sensitive cunt, still recovering from her first orgasm, sent wave of pleasure through her body.

This had been her plan all along. To fuck Harry Potter, to take his virginity, but in planning and preparation, she went about it with a certain detachment. Seeing it as a necessary job. But when she arrived, when she saw his thick, bulging cock, she was filled with a hunger. Now, with that thick length splitting her pussy in two, she couldn't help, but revel in the sweet pleasure she was deriving from him. Draco managed to please her and did a very good job with her direction, but there was something so perverse and indulgent about the dominating role and scene that adding its own well of delicious pleasure.

The familiar feeling off her orgasm washed over Pansy's body as her pussy suddenly contracted around Harry's cock, tightening and clenching around his cock. The squeezing pleasure and unbelievable tightness from her pussy pushed Harry very the edge. As Pansy cried from her orgasm, Harry groaned a deep and hearty groan, his balls ready to unload. Amidst her own orgasm, she realised his soon to be pulsing cock was still buried inside her. Lifting her hips, she heard his cock pop from her pussy, spring up against his stomach. A smear of pre-cum covered his stomach as Harry closed his eyes.

Pansy's hand quickly found his cock, squeezing his head softly before giving his shaft a quick stroke. A few gentle strokes tipped Harry over the edge, his tip pulsing and twitching. A strand of cum spurred from the tip of his cock, landing across Pansy's taut stomach and in her pussy hair. Directing the rest of his cum across his chest, Pansy watched Harry writhe in pleasure as she milked the last few drops onto his stomach. Rolling off of Harry, Pansy lay beside him breathless, their chests rising and falling in unison as they both caught their breath.

The clouded animalistic haze cleared from Harry's mind as the excitement of having sex wore off and reality sunk in. Glancing to the side, he say the pleasure ridden face of Pansy as her fingers passed through her own folds, still hungering for pleasure. The same face he ogled during sex, now filled him with a burning rage. She had done that to him. A moment that was meant to be special was tarnished and he was robbed of it. A slight shame filled his face as he realised he allowed this to happen.

"Enjoy that Potter? I know in did…" she breathed, her hand pulling softly on her breast as them other dipped inside her mimicking Harry's cock, but to a weaker extent. Teasing him further, she smiled, "Did you imagine Granger?"

"Go…" Harry said through gritted teeth, the anger replacing the pleasure as she managed to properly get under his skin, "You have had you fun… now go…"

"What? No cuddling?" Pansy teased as she pushed herself up onto her feet and collected her panties. Holding them, she tossed them over to Harry landing to his side, "Maybe Madame can hold onto them for you. A trophy of sorts."

"Go!" Harry erupted, avoiding her gaze as she stood over him, leering at his softening cock, which now slumped helplessly against his thigh.

"I'm going, I'm going… I'll fetch the next person shall I," Pansy said, catching Harry's attention. He completely forgot there were more people supposedly. His heart sank as he imagined what was going to come. Pansy saw this look on Harry's face and smiled, before lifting her wand. Waving it at Harry's stomach, she cleared away the cum before saying, "She likes her toy's clean… maybe we can do this again Potter. I mean its not like you have much choice, but I reckon I'll be the best fuck you get in here."

Without another word, Pansy strode to the door, leaving Harry sweat stricken and waiting on the next girl to have his way with him. Pansy however disappeared into the rest of the building, naked as the day she was born, going to find Harry's next visitor.

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Pansy walked naked through the halls of the manor, her high heels echoing through the halls. Her breasts and arse bounced with each step she took, her juices glistening down sweet inner thighs. Turning into a small room, she hung slyly on the door frame casting a look across the room.

Sitting on a chair facing away from Pansy was a tall slender woman, with long straight black hair. She wore a blue leather corset with matching garter belts and a pair of white stockings. Draped over a chair was a black robe, with blue trim, similar to hers. As Pansy opened the door, she turned and looked over at her, her Asian skin peeking out from behind her hair.

"Your turn Ravenclaw," Pansy smirked, watching Harry's next partner rise from her seat, her hand disappearing between her leg. As she picked up her robe and strode over to the door, a long black shaft bounced between her legs, fastened to her hips with a blue leather harness. Her hand lazily stroked her fake shaft, shining the sizable toy to a polish, "Make him scream, Chang…"

Pansy's words were enunciated by a loud slap as she slapped the leather clad woman's arse, watching the plump flesh jiggle before enveloping the thin harness strap between her cheeks. Throwing the robe on and fastening it so that the toy protruded between the black fabric, the girl strutted slowly down the hallway towards her toy…

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that. Sorry that it dragged on a bit start off with, but I am a fan of build up and I wanted to set up a slight bit of plot. Let me know what you guys think and what you think I can improve on. Hopefully we can jump right into the action with the next chapter. The more astute of you might be able to figure out who is next to have their turn with Harry. However after her, I don't know who will have the next turn. So leave a review and let me know who you want and what you think they should do to Harry. Please note that Hermione and Ginny will be featured in special chapters so try and suggest other girls! Till next time.

P.S. For those put off by the hinted at sex act in the next chapter (strap on) don't worry. Here will be plenty straight sex in later chapters!