"Give yourself to me, Pansy."

A whimper escaped her, and she answered by holding his gaze while slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. He looked at her, breathing heavily, then waved his wand to lock and silence the door and clear up the table. He offered his hand for her to stand and ordered

"Take off your clothes."

She slid her blouse off her shoulders and the silky fabric rolled down her arms and she let it fell on the floor, then undid her fly. Harry dropped to his knees and pulled her trousers down, then helped her out of her shoes and let the fabric pool at her feet. He lifted her to sit on the table, then took off his sweatshirt and undid his jeans. She looked down and saw his hardness bursting out of the hem of his boxers and felt a mix of nervousness and arousal. He had not kissed her yet.

"Take off your bra, then give me your knickers" he commanded next. Auror training included the use of authoritative voice to subjugate suspects, and he was speaking in that voice. She obeyed, seemingly unable to deny him. He folded the delicate piece of lace, kissed it and put it in his pocket, winking at her. Then he spread her knees and stood between them, grabbed a handful of hair and a handful of arse and pulled her flush against him.

"Are you here to please me, Pansy Parkinson?"

"Yes"

He captured her mouth in his and they kissed hungrily, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands exploring up and down his magnificent torso and sometimes running to pull his hair. He leaned her down to lie on the table and talked into her mouth

"I haven't had dessert yet," he said, and trailed down her jaw, neck, and collarbone, biting and licking all the way to her plump breasts. He massaged, sucked and nibbled, his ministrations getting rougher under the encouragement of her loud sounds. He continued down over her abdomen until he reached her core.

"You are a bad girl, Pansy Parkinson, you are making a mess and now I'm gonna have to clean it up for you."

Merlin's beard, who knew that Harry Potter could be so fucking sexy. Next thing she knew her legs were draped over his shoulders and he was feasting on her like a ravenous wolf. She came in an explosion, followed by more convulsions in the aftermath. He trailed back up, kissing and nibbling all the way to her mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Slytherin girl. Do you want that?"

She managed a weak

"Yes"

He pulled her to the edge of the table and slid in with one hard push. She moaned in pleasure and sat up, holding onto his shoulders while he wrapped his strong arms around her and pound mercilessly; she was so sensitive that her climax didn't take long and she clenched around him, making him come too. They collapsed on the table, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. When he came back to his senses he lifted himself with his arms, looking at the gorgeous, naked witch beneath him

"Stay with me tonight, please."

She smiled sweetly, caressing his face with her fingers

"Of course. It would be great if we can get a bed though," she teased.

He smirked

"The parlor has a bedroom attached. Madam Rosmerta gave me the password, just in case. It seems like she's pretty good at reading situations like this."

She laughed

"I bet she does. Innkeepers see a lot. I wonder how many of us were conceived in this very establishment."

He laughed and reached for his wand, levitating their clothes and casting a weightless spell over her before carrying her to the frame of a portrait of two lovers having a picnic under a tree.

"Password?" asked the woman in the painting

"Amor Aeternus"

The portrait opened and they walked into a quaint room with a fireplace and a four-poster bed with plush white linens. Harry deposited her softly on the bed and climbed next to her. They slipped under the covers and he nestled her in his arms and smiled.

"This is the best apology I have ever received," he said, running his fingers through her black hair.

"I have a lot to make up for," she said, drawing patterns on his muscular chest with her fingernails. "But I never expected it to be so…pleasurable."

He lifted her chin with one finger and gave her a mischievous look

"What if I say that you are not done apologizing yet."

She lifted an eyebrow

"I guess I better get back to work then," and she kissed him while letting her hand wander down until she found his halfway aroused rod. He moaned into her mouth and the feeling of her soft hand made him hard again. She kissed her way down and took him whole in her mouth, making him growl and arch his back. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled and push to make her give him the rhythm that he wanted

"Fuck Pansy, you are so fucking sexy, you're driving me crazy."

She rewarded him with a redoubled effort, and very soon he was pulsing in her mouth, yelling desperately and pushing himself deeper in. She crawled back up and he received her with a long, grateful kiss.

"Thank you for reaching out to me, beautiful. When Hermione told me that you wanted to talk I knew I had to do it. Somehow I knew something great would happen. Though I could have never anticipated that it would be this great."

She pulled him in for another kiss and said

"I have a confession to make. When I started my volunteer work at St Mungo's there would be issues of Witch Weekly on the waiting rooms. Every week I would try to avoid reading them and every time I would give in and look at the Bachelor Watch column. At first, I did it because it reassured me that you were alive and moving on with your life. But then I realized that I just wanted to look at pictures of you. I ended up developing a fangirl crush. And when I asked you to meet me I was very nervous because if I was lucky you would listen to me, and if I was very lucky you might forgive me. But what I wanted deep down was for you to look at me with new eyes, and wondered if you could ever like me."

He chuckled softly

"Well, in case you didn't notice, I find you very enticing, Pansy Parkinson, gorgeous healer."