Chapter Seven: Mistress Pansy
"Blimey! That was the bell Pans, we best get dressed and head down to the greenhouses," Millie whispered to Pansy as she turned in the bed to face her lover.
"What if we just didn't go to class and we picked up where we left off," Pansy said as she began stroking Millie's inner thigh.
"Millie swatted Pansy's hand away and said, "Haven't I pleasured you enough for one afternoon? I don't think I want to skive off Professor Sprout's class again, remember what she said to us the last time we didn't show up for her class?"
"Do you think I accually give a shite what that old hag says!"
"Well no, but- "
"But nothing! Now get your bony arse out off my bed and go wash the cum off of your mouth," Pansy interrupted rudely.
"You know you can be a little bitch sometimes, your lucky I love you!" Millie snorted as she hopped out of Pansy's bed.
Pansy followed Millie into the bathroom to clean up, still wearing her dominatrix style black corset and matching panties.
Pansy began to brush her thick, long-layered blonde hair forcefully to downplay the "after sex" effect as Millie washed her face and brushed her teeth.
"I just remembered that we have Herbology with the Gryffindors, it is the perfect time for me to ask Potter for a little favor."
"Your accually going through with it! You know we are completely destroying another innocent girl's life, don't you?" Millie remarked as she patted her face dry with a towel.
"And your point is?"
"Ugh, there is no use talking to you!"
"Oh don't give me that, we both know that you despise the little weasel just as much as I do," Pansy retorted, douceing herself in her expensive French perfume.
"I suppose..."
"Get dressed, we have work to do," Pansy said curtly.
Hermione entered the Girl's Dormitories and watched her friend, grab an armful of clothes from her wardrobe and throw them into a box. "What the bloody hell are you doing Ginny?"
"I'm packing."
"Packing for what? Holiday break isn't for at least another month?"
"Well, I sort of forgot to mention this but, I'm switching houses. Pansy offered to let me stay in her dorm room, wasn't that nice of her?"
"You must be joking! You aren't accually switching to Slytherin? You are in your sixth year, your not allowed!"
"Snape bent the rules a bit I guess," Ginny huffed, as she lifted a particularly large box and proceeded to carry it over near the door.
"Ginny! I am not going to let you! What about Ron? He will owl home and tell your parents, I know Molly won't stand for this!"
"Hermione, there is nothing you or your friends can do to stop me! I am leaving whether you like it or not!" Ginny shrieked as her fiery temper raged at Hermione's comment.
Ginny dropped the heavy box right on Hermione's foot.
"Owwwch, you bitch! Are you positively mad? What have those whores done to you?" Hermione cried out in pain, rubbing her foot.
Ginny gathered up the last of the trinkets off her nightstand and dropped them into another large box and replied in a most dangerous tone, "You always think you are superior to everyone else! You think just because you are friends with my brother that you have authority over me! Well, just to let you know, I have the power to make your life a living hell. Don't get on my bad side bitch."
"Ohh I am petrified of you and your whoring posse," Hermione said sarcastically, still tending to her foot.
Ginny opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a rectangular, silver cigarette case with the Slytherin Crest emblazoned on it.
"Where did you get that?"
Ginny placed a cigarette in between her lips, which were now blood red in color, and lit it with her wand.
"A gift from Pansy- "
"Ginny you do know that smoking and threating people isn't going to make Draco Malfoy like you." Hermione said tearfully as she watched the smoke from Ginny's cigarette take the shape of a green snake in the air.
"I think the only mistake I made was allowing myself to even be associated with Potter's gang. Thank Merlin that I was rescued from your sorry lot!"
Hermione wiped her eyes and said, "You know, I really miss the old Ginny. Life has been just dreadful without her, I have no one to gossip with or do girl things with anymore- "
"Well, Well. I think that was just about the most pathetic tale I've ever heard." Ginny snorted.
Hermione pulled a hankerchief off her dresser, blew her nose, and patted her eyes dry. She then retorted scornfully, "You want to know what I think is really, really pathetic and sad? The fact that you have become a Pansy clone and follow her around like a lost puppy is really pathetic and sad. The truth is, as hard as it may be for you to admit to yourself; she is a dirty, sleazy, conniving, wretched slut without a conscience and I refuse to be associated with people like her, or you for that matter, so this conversation and friendship is officially over."
"Oh dash it all! I've forgotten to fetch the dragon dung from the gardening shed again!" said Professor Sprout, about to begin her Herbology lesson. "I'm afraid I can be a dreadful old git at times."
Harry Potter, being ever the gentlemen, volunteered himself for the nauseating task.
Pansy was quick to volunteer herself to help Harry fetch the dung. Which came as quite a shock to most of the class since Pansy never, ever lifted a finger to help anyone unless there was something in it for her, which evidently in this case, there was.
Pansy quickly followed Harry to the shed.
Pansy slyly tripped him so as he fell on the ground, and of course, Pansy just conveniently happened to fall on top of him.
"Oh Harry! I am so sorry!" said Pansy genuinely as she straddled Harry on the ground and began to giggle playfully. "I don't know what came over me, you are just so attractive that I wanted to be close to you. I guess I was a little too close huh?"
"Harry, has anyone ever told you that you have the most gorgeous green eyes?" Pansy asked lustily as she stared deep into his eyes and began a soft rocking motion with her hips, which she knew would drive him crazy.
Pansy kept in mind that she shouldn't lose eye contact with Harry since men love it if you can look them in the eyes without looking away out of embarrassment or some other childish hang-up. Pansy noticed that Harry's breathing had suddenly become more frantic and she could feel his hardened cock pressing against her clit through her knickers. Pansy was obviously enjoying the fact that she was making Harry Potter very uncomfortable.
Pansy began to unbutton Harry's shirt to add to the horrible akwardness of this whole thing, "And these muscles- " Pansy said as she began stroking his abs.
Pansy had to admit that Harry had a pretty nice body for a goody-two-shoes Gryffindor...it had to be all the Quidditch training that he had been doing since first year.
Harry made an animal-like groan and took control of the situation by flipping them both over so he was on top of her.
Instantly, his mouth was on her's and his hands were everywhere.
Pansy let Harry dominate her. She had learned from much experience that no matter what, men always love to feel powerful.
Pansy was surprised how well Harry kissed, practiced yet gentle.
She reluctantly broke the kiss and shoved him off of her.
"Not so fast tiger, I have a little favor to ask you. I need your help, and if you can be of some assistance to me, I can surely return the favor by being of some assistance to you," Pansy purred as she climbed on top of Harry again and shifted her gaze downward conspicuously to the large, tent-like bulge that had formed in his pants.
"Anything Pansy! I will do anything!" Harry said pathetically.
"Excellent. I would like you to call me mistress in the future, I don't know, it gets me randy when guys call me that, makes me feel like I am doing something naughty. But, I always knew I could count on you Harry. Now, here is what I need you to do for me. I need to to de-flower Ginny Weasley tonight before Draco can show up and claim his prize, which he will tonight, if I know him."
Harry just stared blankly at Pansy for a few moments, still beathing very deeply, before he mustered up the courage to say no.
"Pansy, I would love to help you out, but she is my best mate's little sister and-"
"It's okay Harry, I understand, I'll just find some other guy who can help me. It's such a shame though because I am really, really good at showing big, strong men like you a good time in bed. I would have done things to you that no girl has ever done before," Pansy muttered dangerously in Harry's ear.
"Okay Pansy...Err... Mistress Pansy... I'll do it..I'll do it!" Harry said somewhat hesitantly as he pulled his new mistress into a sultry kiss.