The Magic of Exams

Author's Note: Adult situations ahead. If you are easily offended, or an itty bitty kiddy, do not proceed :-) My very first Neville/Pansy! Boy was I nervous about writing this one! I hope it turned out alright :-)

Dirty Deeds in the Dungeon

The dungeons of Hogwarts were, perhaps, the only place in the entire castle that was rarely touched by the melodramas that took place in the lives of its inhabitants. The cold, slate grey stone walls were rough to the touch, and placed disturbingly close together in some places, making the passages narrow and claustrophobic. Every few metres, an oil lamp flickered darkly, sending unnerving shadows skittering across the floors, and around some bends, a dusty old suit of armor would loom, looking particularly ominous in the dim light. In the more obscure areas, great links of metal chain hung from hooks in the ceiling, and you had to dodge around them, all the while thinking of the terrible things they had once been used for. For Pansy Parkinson, however, this scenery had never stirred within her feelings of dread.

Perhaps she had grown into a dark girl, somewhat sadistic in her demeanor, but she had also grown into a rather attractive one. Though she would never be called beautiful, there was a charm to her steeply rounded face, something mysterious about her heavily mascaraed eyes. Her excessively short school skirt, coupled with a dangerously fitted blouse, hinted at luscious curves that all the males of Hogwarts undoubtedly dreamt of seeing. And Pansy, of course, enjoyed being chased.

Now, however, she was the one doing the chasing. She couldn't help but lick her cherry-red lips in anticipation. There was only one person in the entire castle whom she would even consider chasing after, and only one time of year that chasing after that person occured to her. And now, with the entire castle above her buzzing with the knowledge that it was that time of the year, Pansy felt the all too familiar stirring in her chest.

Her prey knew very well that he was just that--prey. He was used to this routine; he had somehow found himself in her approximate vicinity every year around this time since fourth year, which had been host to their first encounter. Pansy licked her lips again as she remembered what she had done to him in the library, how he had stifled his groans and squirmed with her lips around his hardness. He had been an awkward, chubby boy, then. Now, Pansy preferred to use her special form of torture on him for more than just kicks.

He still ran from her though, and Pansy wandered if he enjoyed being chased by her as much as she usually enjoyed being chased by the other male inhabitants of Hogwarts. She knew he was probably uncomfortable in his trousers at this point; already prepared for what she was going to do to him. No matter how innocent this particular boy--Gryffindor, nonetheless--seemed, he did so have a fetish for her.

She continued maneuvering her way through the corridors, following the echo of his heavy footfalls. He had grown so tall and so blessedly broad in the shoulders that Pansy had hardly felt in control last year. His face had elongated and become angled; he had filled out in all the right places and, although he was not muscular or particularly handsome, Pansy found that her attraction to him was almost magnetic.

There was the clatter of a heavy book falling to the floor and it ricocheted loudly off of the bare walls. She smiled as she glanced down, catching a glimpse of a Transfiguration textbook. So her darling had been studying for the exam, had he? She would make him forget every single thing he had learned. The very thought of it caused her panties to moisten.

His heavy breathing soon became evident and Pansy soon found it necessary to dodge around the cobweb-ridden chains that dangled from the ceiling. Dust tickled her nose, but the loud sneeze that momentarily lit the passage with sound did not come from her. She sneered to herself. She hated getting cobwebs in her hair and dust on her shoes. It was time to end this chase and get down to business before he led them any farther into this maze.

She sprinted nimbly forward, quiet as his hurried form came into view in the dim lighting. She walked close enough to step on his heels before he finally spun around, his eyes wide with apprehension.

"Why are you doing this?" Neville Longbottom questioned, pink-faced and looking darn appealing. Pansy smiled seductively, stepping forward even as he backed away. His brown eyes were dark with desire and his mousy-colored hair matted with sweat. She reached out a manicured hand and placed it firmly on his heaving chest and, abruptly, she was against the wall, her hands pinned above her head. "Why?" he questioned again, and Pansy reveled in the feel of his hard, male body against hers. He had grown so tall she now had to look directly up at him.

"Because I want you," she murmured before their lips crashed together. A year's worth of repressed tension was suddenly released and Pansy found herself being dominated by him; her tongue fought a losing battle in their mouths and her soft, curved body was utterly overwhelmed by his large, demanding one.

His hands slipped down to her waist, pulling her against his arousal, and she gasped, bunching his shaggy, sweat-dampened hair in her hands. They spared each other a hot, desperate glance before they both went to work, moving their needy bodies against each other and exploring the familiar territory with their hands and mouths. Pansy groaned when she felt his careful nips at her skin; her unbuttoned shirt was unceremoniously shoved away and down onto the dank, dusty floor and his fingers fiddled with inexperience at her bra clasp. She chuckled deeply as he snorted with frustration and her hands finally managed to rip off his shirt, showing none of the cautious consideration he had done with hers. Her bites at his neck left bruises and purple marks, each making him gasp and whimper.

Finally, she shoved him away, her hair as disheveled as her appearance. She looked dangerous, despite the fact that her bra strap was slipping down her shoulder. She had to take a moment to remember her partner's name. And to plan her next move.

Neville's breathing was heavy, his arousal painfully clear through the sizable tent in his pants. "What's wrong?" he asked, evidently concerned by the way she was watching him, "Did I--"

"Would you shut up with your Gryffindor nobility!" she snarled, unfriendliness radiating off of her although the tone of her voice had become warm and husky. Merlin, she wanted him.

"Sorry," he muttered, reaching for his shirt. She laughed. He thought he had done something wrong and that now she wanted him to leave. Stupid, brainless Gryffindors.

She reached one foot out, stepping on the shirt before he could pull it upwards. "I'm not done with you, yet," she told him, her voice seductive and scathing at the same time--Neville's eyes widened into something akin to relief, lust and fear. "Put your hands over your head," she ordered, her already soaked panties moistening further at the sudden power she had over him. He obeyed, as he so often had in the past, and Pansy surveyed his body approvingly. He was surprisingly tanned and his skin glistened with sweat in the low light.

She stepped forward, once again the predator, and could feel all of the muscles in his body tense with excitement. She approached until she was close enough to brush against his jutting erection, gently grinding her leg into it as she watched his eyes roll up in his head from the sensation. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the position she wanted. Then, with a cunning grin, she took each of his hands and wrapped them securely in coils of hanging metal chain. His eyes fluttered open at the feel of the cool, hard material, and he eyed her rather distrustingly.

"Don't worry, pet," she muttered, her hands abruptly skating down his torso to grip his arousal, "Nothing we haven't done before."

Pansy watched Neville's expression intently, her knees feeling weak as she undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His boxers made quite an amusing canopy in front of him, but the thought that she was tainting this pure little Gryffindor made the smile that curved her lips humorless. Oh, what a perfect way to get her mind off of exams. All she had to do was put her mouth on him and suddenly her entire world would be his writhing body, tormented with pleasure.

She palmed him gently, in the way that she knew would make his posture slacken defenselessly. Her very, very favorite Gryffindor, Neville was. She stifled a pang of affection for him, instead throwing herself into the task at hand. Indeed, he filled her small hand quite completely, but soon the feel of the fabric between her skin and his velvety shaft was not enough.

His boxers joined his pants around his feet, and again Pansy took her time to admire him. She could already taste that warm, sensitive flesh in her mouth and it made her want the real thing. She did not wait. His strangled yelp sounded exquisite in the silence of the dungeons, made even more so by the sensation of him in her mouth. She often wondered if she enjoyed these outings more than he did, though the variety of noises he made as she continued her work provided good debate.

She dragged her tongue and lips over him, licking and lapping at his tip. She could feel his entire body strain from thrusting into her mouth and heard the hanging chains clink as his hands came to grips with the fact that they could not bury in her hair to have some control over her movement. She teased him for a long time, never really getting started the way she knew he wanted her to. At last, she made a ring with two of her fingers and placed it at his base; using this and her mouth, she made the vocabulary and volume of his noises increase tenfold.

Finally, she felt him spill into her mouth and she swallowed the bitter fluid eagerly. It tasted of victory, and Neville definitely looked beaten as she rose from her knees in front of him. He sagged into the chains that she had wrapped around his hands and his body still shuddered in the aftershocks of his orgasm. She adjusted her clothing regally, smirking as he tiredly began to extricate himself from his bonds. She watched him pull his pants up, and then moved to leave.

"Pansy," he called quietly, suddenly, and something in her stomach flipped at the use of her name on his lips. She turned around to face him, smiling as she took in his destroyed shirt and rugged appearance. Right now, she thought, right now he could pass for handsome.

"What, Neville?" she replied, realizing with some disturbance that she liked the way his name felt when she said it. She didn't know whether she should be disgusted or happy.

"You never let me..." he flushed, and her heart was suddenly beating with something--she wanted to deny it strongly but--something terribly close to hope. "You never let me..." his face was a delightful shade of beet, but she still couldn't find the words to insult him with. She was too focussed on guessing what he might be going to say to her. "You never let me make you feel nice, too," he finally choked out, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dried. It took her a few moments to realize that she was probably looking like a big-eyed fool, and she hurriedly tried to cover it up. "You wouldn't know what to do anyway," she said, offhandedly, trying to appear just as aloof as she felt excited.

His features, open and honest as they were with his fellow Gryffindors, darkened to indignation which nearly overshadowed his undoubtedly towering humiliation. "I would too," he retorted, and she laughed genuinely at his hot-headed response.

"And you'd like to try?" she said quietly, after a suitable interval.

It took a few moments for Neville to regain his composure, during which time Pansy found her heart was beating at about a thousand miles a minute. "I..." it almost seemed as though he would stutter, a habit he had grown out of long ago, "I would."

Pansy bit her lip and hoped to Merlin that he did not see. This bumbling idiot was having a strange effect on her this evening. "Shouldn't you study your Transfiguration or something?" she wanted to scowl at how unconvincing her question sounded. It was like she wanted him to try but, at the same time, didn't want him to know that she wanted him to. She also wanted to pull her hair out and hoped fervently that it did not show on her face.

Neville huffed at her question. "I would never be able to concentrate, anyway," he said, companionably, almost as though he were not arguing with her as to why she should allow him to...

"Maybe another time," she said, finally, pulling her hand up to her forehead in exasperation. She needed to go somewhere where he wouldn't be staring at her with that goddamn endearing look on his face. Why was this stupid Gryffindor endearing all of a sudden? Pansy decided that she was under too much stress from exams. She turned away and made to leave.

"Tomorrow?" he shouted after her, once she was a good distance away from him.

She wondered what would happen if she could pull her traitorous heart out of her chest--it had skipped a happy beat at his enthusiastic inquiry.

"Sure," she heard herself calling back, her hand flying up to her equally traitorous mouth.

Goddamn exams at Hogwarts always made her act irrationally.

Author's Note: Phew! Hope you guys liked it; I worked pretty darn hard on it. I really had no idea how to characterize Neville or Pansy, so I tried my best to display them in the way that I see them. I want the next chapter to have Fred and/or George, so if anyone has any two Hogwarts or ex-Hogwarts females to place them with...And if you fancy any other couples, I do tally up all the reviews I have and see which is most popular, so drop me one!

It's my goal to finish this story this summer! Mostly because my boyfriend is away on vacation for the entire two months I have off school (T.T). And yes, this is not the same boyfriend that I had last year, or the year before that. It's a new one. And he's effectively knocked one of the wheels off my virgin train with getting me effectively addicted to an act disconcertingly similar to that one written in this chapter. Oh dear. I hope he doesn't derail the whole thing ;-)

Alas, send me reviews, dearies!