Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Hope everyone is still doing well. This chapter ends with a sex scene, for those who are interested in that sort of thing. I hadn't written one in awhile, and I think Harry and Pansy deserve the chance to have some fun after all the recent danger and drama. Fifth year is almost over and the story itself is winding down as well. Enjoy!

-oOoOoOo-

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sirius and Kathryn Black leaned together and proceeded to do just that as people began to clap all around them. Pansy was smiling and enjoying herself. She hadn't been to a wedding in several years. Even then, she had mostly been forced to behave more 'properly' than a child might have liked, but it was still usually a lot more fun than her parents would have allowed otherwise. When they had been busy socializing with the other adults, she had been able to be free to do what she liked, within reason. And one of those things was watching when people danced.

She was pretty sure that Harry had never been to one before, and she was going to do all she could to make sure that he had a blast that day. Plus, she was very much looking forward to taking him out on the dance floor. As soon as the newlywed Blacks' first dance was out of the way, Pansy was going to be in Harry's arms and enjoying the way they moved together.

Harry was clapping and cheering as loudly as anyone else as he stood next to her. She leaned in close to ask him, "Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Because Sirius deserves this," he answered quietly with a grin. "After all the shit he's been through, and after all he's done to help us, he deserves a happy ending more than almost anyone else I can think of."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," Pansy admitted in a low voice as everyone watched the newly wed couple make their way down the aisle before sighing. "They look really happy. I love a good wedding."

"Really?"

"I went to a few when I was younger, and they were some of the rare occasions I could avoid my parents and have fun. Plus, it might have fueled my love of dancing."

"Well, I guess I know what we'll be doing soon enough," Harry replied as they followed the crowd over to the reception area.

They were eventually seated at a table with Andromeda and Tonks, and a meal featuring roast lamb was enjoyed by all. Tonks spent the time between bites telling tales of the bachelor party- Pansy laughed along while Andi rolled her eyes at her daughter's attempts at horrifying her. Harry tried to remember everything Nym was saying because the latter half of the evening had been kind of a drunken blur for him. He was glad that Pansy had been ready and willing to restore his health afterwards. He'd still woken up with a bit of a headache the next day, but it wasn't nearly as bad as his first hangover had been.

Pansy was also quite pleased that Narcissa hadn't been there. She hadn't asked if Sirius hadn't invited her or if she had decided not to come on her own. From what she knew, Andi had been much closer to Sirius than her sister, so maybe that was the deciding factory. Regardless, Pansy wasn't going to ask in case it caused anything awkward.

And speaking of awkward- only a couple of tables over, the Nott family was sitting during the meal. This included Theodore, who had tried to slip her a love potion the year before. He'd paid for it with his memories, as Harry had obliviated him of several years, and he hadn't returned to Hogwarts since.

Harry still felt like glaring at him, and Pansy whispered to him that they shouldn't draw any attention, making him nod and do his best to ignore their former classmate. She just hoped they wouldn't have to interact with the bride's family anymore than absolutely necessary.

Before long, the meal was over and the new couple took to the dance floor, opening with a Weird Sisters tune which Pansy found passable. She immediately started thinking of what songs she might like played at her own wedding and trying to narrow things down to one single song for an official beginning as Mrs. Potter. It was harder than she might have thought, but she was also basking in the much more real idea of marrying Harry. The complications and dangers standing in their way had mostly been dealt with. Seeing clear to their future instead of worrying over the present was a new and wonderful feeling.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked, noticing her grin.

"Which song we should dance to," Pansy answered quietly. "There are a lot of good possibilities."

"True."

"It's nice, you know?"

"What?"

"Thinking about things like that instead of worrying about Death Eaters."

"Yeah," Harry agreed with a smile. "Less than eight months till you're of age. There won't be anything in our way anymore by then."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," she said with a smirk.

"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life."

"Sweet talker," Pansy teased as the clapping once again began, the first dance coming to an end.

"Shall we?" Harry offered her his arm as another song came on.

"We shall."

-oOoOoOo-

Things progressed nicely for the next couple of hours. Miraculously, they avoided any close encounters with the Nott family. Harry had caught Theodore gawking at Pansy again and he had glared at him until he looked away.

In one way, Harry couldn't blame him though. Pansy looked like she had been poured into her little black dress. She had claimed that it was a rather simple outfit really, but all Harry could see was that she was looking really sexy. Her eyes betrayed her, and he knew that she knew she was teasing him. They would doubtless have some fun once they went home that night.

Before they could leave though, Harry had separated to talk with Sirius briefly. That left Pansy standing alone when Andi came back around to speak with her.

"My daughter hasn't said much about what happened at the ministry to me," she began. "I believe she has had some trouble getting past the fact that she had to kill someone. The fact that it was my sister added an obvious complication. She hasn't been quite herself when we've been alone. Has she said anything to you or Harry?"

"No. At least, not that I know of as far as Harry goes. She seemed alright to me, but I don't know Tonks as well as you do."

"She isn't listening," Andi snorted. "You should call her Nymphadora."

"I'll leave that to Harry and Sirius so that I can watch her try to hex them for it," Pansy responded with a grin.

"I will admit that can be fairly amusing."

"Yeah." Pansy thought for a moment. "From what I've heard, she was really angry when she killed Bellatrix. She said something about it being for Ted and told her to go to Hell. I think... maybe she isn't sure about how you feel about Bellatrix. She might be worried that a part of you mourns your sister, even in spite of everything that happened."

"She shouldn't worry about that," Andi said with a frown. "I lost my sister a long time ago. When she killed Ted, that washed away any good memories that might have remained from childhood. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I remember the story about your father's death. I would think that him killing your mother would have made you hate him, no matter how you might have felt about him previously. Am I wrong?"

"Only in that you assume that I ever liked that bastard," Pansy scoffed. "There were no good feelings to wash away in my case."

"I am sorry. I did not realize he had been that awful," Andi sighed and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, I can relate. Neither of my parents were ever very caring people. I didn't miss much when I left behind the Black family. It's actually nicer now than it might have ever been before. Even Cissy has become so much more relaxed and open. Now, we just have to hope that Sirius doesn't screw up his marriage. He's been known for making some pretty big mistakes before."

"Harry thinks this will work. He believes that the age difference is actually a good thing."

"You mean because Sirius still acts like an immature young man?" Andi said with a grin. Harry took that moment to rejoin them.

"I think that he needs to stay young, or maybe, to be young again. After Azkaban, we should be glad that he isn't a broken, broody mess."

"I hope you're right, Harry," Andi replied. "I'd like to see my cousin heal after all that he's been through, especially lately. Maybe Kathryn can help him with that. We all deserve a break from the fighting."

"Today has been nice for that," Pansy added.

"Indeed. I suppose we'll see soon enough if they are matched well for the long run, and whether or not Sirius will ever grow up."

"I think he's planning on it, sooner or later," Harry said. "I'm looking forward to seeing him become a father one of these days."

"Why?"

"So I can see everything he does right or wrong and, hopefully, learn from his mistakes. I figure he'll get started on having kids before I do, out of fear if nothing else."

That made Andi chuckle. "Yes, he's told me that he can't let you two begin another generation of Potters before he has some little brats of his own. And as someone who has raised Nymphadora, let me promise you that at some point, no matter how much you may love them, they will be little brats. So think about that before the two of you plan on making any of those little Potters."

"I'm not in that much of a hurry," Pansy said.

"But can you imagine anything cuter than a little Pansy junior? She'll be adorable," Harry teased.

"And she already has her father wrapped around her little finger, several years before her birth," Pansy smirked.

"Would you prefer a daughter?" Andi asked.

"I'd like to have both, but yeah," Harry admitted. "I hope she takes after her mum, so she'll be a perfect little angel."

"I don't know how you can possibly say that with a straight face," Pansy rolled her eyes. "If she takes after me, she'll be a nightmare. Even worse when I consider how much you spoil me."

"You love that I spoil you."

"I don't think I'll love it when you spoil our children rotten."

"Well, I won't spoil them completely rotten then," Harry shrugged. "That's probably the best I can promise."

"Sirius is right," Andi said with a fond little smile. "You two really are like a married couple already. How long have you been together now?"

"Almost three years," Harry replied with a grin. "I got lucky that day we met."

"I have to admit, I didn't do too badly either by ending up with you," Pansy agreed. "It could have been much worse, especially if my parents had their way."

"That I can definitely understand," Andi nodded. "I know very well the awful business of arranged marriages. I'll gladly take the years I had with Ted over anything my parents would have approved of. I shudder to think of what could have been- they did set both of my sisters up with Death Eaters, mind you."

"Yeah, yuck," Harry said.

"Yuck indeed," Andi smiled. "I'll give you two my blessing as long as I am invited to the wedding, and as long as the bride isn't already pregnant."

"No worry there," Pansy replied. "Harry has already promised me a very long honeymoon, and we'll be enjoying that without any extra passengers."

"Good idea. Wish Ted and I had thought of that," Andi laughed.

-oOoOoOo-

Luna looked over at him as Harry sat down the next day for dinner. He'd had this huge grin on his face all day.

"Man, I love weddings."

"Really?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. "You see, Pansy loves weddings. That means she was in a really good mood when we went to Sirius' the other day."

"Where is she?" Luna wondered. It was really rare to see one of them at meal times without the other.

"Still studying in the library," Harry replied with a roll of his eyes. "Apparently, we've got these 'important' tests coming up and she wants to do really well on them. I think you've rubbed off on her, actually. She's turning into a bloody Ravenclaw. Study, study, study, but we've still got more than a month to go."

"Are you going to actually bother with preparing at all?" Luna asked as Harry just continued to smile lazily. "Or are you just going to 'wing it' like usual?"

"I'll crack open a book or two someday," he shrugged. "I doubt it matters that much for me. It's not like I'm worried about some career that I want. Not only do I have my family inheritance that I haven't put a dent in yet, but I should be having another small fortune coming in from the ministry one of these days due to all the wanted Death Eaters I dealt with when we rescued your dad. Plus, there's still all the rendered basilisk parts that Dobby put in stasis a couple of... no, I guess it's been almost three years now. Huh," Harry scratched his head for a moment. "Pansy has talked about selling all of it, but I haven't bothered yet, and she wants to do some research about anything we might want first."

"Then, what do you want to do after Hogwarts?"

"I'm thinking I'd like to be a full-time husband and lover," Harry said with a smirk. "I'm planning on staying very busy with those roles."

"As long as Pansy doesn't get sick of you," Luna teased. "I suppose that could take some time, as you are pretty cute."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. But I think you might want to take up a hobby or something for when Pansy wants you to get out of her hair for a while."

"Eh, maybe," Harry replied. "I'll have enough time for thinking about things like that later. Honestly, the only part about the OWLs that I've really put much thought into is that next year I will finally be able to drop some of my classes. NEWT level students only have to take four or five classes, so I really only need to worry about passing a few of the exams."

"Let me see if I can predict the ones that you want to drop- Herbology, History of Magic, Astronomy-"

"Three for three so far."

"Right, what about Arithmancy?" Luna wondered.

"Probably. Supposedly it gets a lot more interesting in the last couple of years, but..." Harry trailed off and shrugged.

"I would have said Potions too, but I know you get along well with professor Slughorn."

"Yeah, he's a good teacher and Pansy really likes the class." Harry stopped and sighed. "If you had told me a few years ago that I would have been continuing that class into my sixth year, I would have said you were crazy. That's one I'll put some effort into studying for."

"What others?"

"I'm not worried about Defense or Runes. They're my strongest classes. I do well in Charms too. Those four classes would arguably be enough, but I'm sure I'll be forced to work on Transfiguration too."

"So you're really only thinking about half of your exams," Luna pointed out. "I hope you don't regret that someday."

"Alright, mum," Harry scoffed. "Pansy said almost the exact same thing last week."

"She has a point."

"Fine, fine. I'll put forth a bit more effort just so I don't hear the two of you nag at me for the next month."

"Good boy." Luna patted him on the head like a pet; Harry was tempted to scowl at her, but he just couldn't. She was too damn cute for her own good. "I might be tempted to talk Pansy into rewarding your good behavior."

"I won't turn down that offer," Harry chuckled.

"Also, you'll have more time soon. The last quidditch match is on Saturday, so your practices will be over soon."

"Ugh, yeah," Harry groaned. "That just means that Angelina will probably have us out on the pitch every night this week."

"Doesn't she have her NEWTs coming up as well?"

"She does, but I know she's hoping to go professional, so that last match will be sort of like a final exam for her as well."

"You shouldn't catch the snitch too early then," Luna suggested. "Give her and your other teammates a chance to show off their skills for a little while before you win."

"I like how much faith you have in me," Harry laughed.

"I wonder if Cho Chang is planning on trying to flirt with you again," Luna pondered. "She did a couple of years ago, and I had so much fun that day. Pansy, Parvati, and Lavender were all basically screaming at her. It was a fun bonding experience."

"I'm happy for you, but I really hope she doesn't do any of that this time. I'd hate to have to stop Pansy from murdering her."

"That could put a damper on your love life, I suppose."

-oOoOoOo-

It was a few days later, and Pansy was so bored.

"Why won't he just catch the damn snitch already?" she moaned. "This sucks. Gryffindor has already got the stupid cup wrapped up."

"It might be my fault," Luna admitted. "I suggested that Harry might not want to try to win too quickly."

"Why?"

"See that man down in front?" Luna pointed him out and Pansy nodded. "He's a scout for Falmouth Falcons. I heard there was someone from the Appleby Arrows here as well. Several of the players, including Harry's captain, are hoping to make a career out of quidditch."

"So?"

"So, if Harry ended the match too soon, they wouldn't have as much of a chance to make a good impression on the scouts."

"Oh." Pansy sighed. "I should be really cross with you, sweetie."

"Do you really not care that your house is losing so badly?" Parvati asked. "I thought this was supposed to be a big deal to most people."

"I like Harry more than anyone in my house," Luna said before quickly leaning forward to smile at Parvati. "Although your sister is quite lovely, and there are a few others who are nicer to me now, especially after being in Harry's group this year. But, for quidditch, I'll always cheer for Harry."

"I'm surprised that Ron is doing so well today," Parvati added.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lavender asked, obviously slightly affronted.

"Look, I know you think he's cute," Parvati said, trying not to snicker at Pansy's gagging sounds. "But he was all nerves in the first couple of matches. He's stopped almost everything today. I think that's the reason we're winning by so much. Ravenclaw's keeper is having a really off day, in comparison."

There was a loud cheer as Angelina scored another goal, putting Gryffindor now ahead by a score of two hundred ten to twenty.

"Harry thinks that was enough," Luna said as things quieted back down.

"He's seen the snitch!" Parvati squealed as she stood up and screamed for Harry to catch it. The others were soon on their feet as well. Cho was chasing after him, but he had a headstart as well as a faster broom, and soon he was diving down towards the ground. The snitch took a sharp turn no more than fifteen feet from the ground, but Harry rolled over on his Firebolt and pulled up a second later with the little golden ball in his outstretched left hand.

"Gryffindor wins!"

-oOoOoOo-

Harry hadn't taken long getting clean and changed after the match. Pansy had been waiting for him outside the locker room, and they walked hand in hand back up to the Gryffindor tower.

It had been simple and just... nice. There she was with her boyfriend, and there was nothing else to worry about for once.

Well, other than the OWLs, but Harry had a point that neither of them really needed to worry about applying for some sort of job after Hogwarts. They certainly wouldn't need the money, unless they started buying a bunch of ridiculously frivolous and expensive things.

On the other hand, she was starting to think that maybe she would like to do something other than shagging their way around the world. Harry would be disappointed by that thought, but then he was her single-minded goofball. After all the stresses they'd had for the last few years, she knew it was the best way for him to relax and unburden some of the pressure. And it was pretty damn fun too.

Luna had only congratulated Harry for a few minutes before splitting off to go back to her dorm. She had a headache and didn't feel up to a party that afternoon. Pansy was disappointed by this as she wasn't really interested in spending her time celebrating quidditch other than hoping Harry would feel up to shagging her silly. That was clearly the best part of the sport.

The Weasley Twins had been leading the procession upstairs, carrying the trophy between them. Usually, it would have been the captain, but Pansy had seen Angelina Johnson talking to one of the quidditch scouts after the match.

There was a roar of noise as the Fat Lady's portrait opened up. Pansy found herself dragged along into the crowd, but she couldn't help but grin at Harry's happy face. He'd been so... mellow ever since that day at the ministry. It was hard not to believe in his overwhelming confidence that everything was going to be okay.

Despite her added focus for the upcoming exams, he was keeping her from stressing out just by being himself. It made her love him even a bit more, although that was slightly undone by how lackadaisical he'd been about his own studies.

Soon enough, being engulfed with Harry in the middle of things got old, so Pansy pulled him in for a kiss, gave him a wink, and then playfully shoved him away when she saw Ron coming over to talk. Harry and he had started occasionally speaking again recently, but she wanted no part of his old friend. Knowing that they wouldn't be close again was enough to keep her from complaining too much. That was probably the fault of her stupid charming boyfriend too. She badly needed a reason to get catty so she could feel more like herself.

"Can you believe that?" Pansy turned to see Parvati had come over to talk to her.

"Believe what?"

She followed the other girl's finger and saw that Lavender was practically clinging to the side of Weasley. Pansy snorted loudly, not worried about anyone hearing her disgust before turning to her friend. "Is that new?"

"Sort of," Parvati sighed. "You've missed out on some gossip recently because you're always off in your own little world with Harry."

"Can you blame me?"

"No." Parvati frowned and muttered 'lucky bitch' before looking back across the room at her best friend. "Anyway, as I was going to say, with the OWLs barreling down on us, some people have been breaking up into little groups to study. For example, notice Neville and Hermione over there."

Pansy looked over and saw the two of them at a small table in a corner reading a book together. "Huh. That's about two years later than it was supposed to happen. Now, I'm not sure if I should care anymore."

"I don't know if they're doing anything other than studying, but I did see Hermione blush one time, so maybe..." Parvati shrugged. "I heard that Neville said something about wanting to be an auror like his parents, so maybe he's just hoping she'll help him get his grades up high enough.

"Sadly, Lavender decided to take this opportunity to start hanging out with Ron."

"Why Ron?"

"It was actually him that made the first move, believe it or not. He needed help in Divination. I know a lot of people think she's just a bimbo, but Lavender really knows that subject pretty well. She's got the second highest marks in our year."
"Who has the highest?" Pansy wondered.

"I do," Parvati smirked. "But anyway, Lavender and Ron have been studying together a lot the last couple of weeks. She's also decent in Potions, and I think we all know that he has always struggled with that class. On the other hand, she could really use the help in Transfiguration, and he's pretty good at it. So, I guess it's working out for them; I just thought she would have told me before if they were snogging."

"I don't think I want to know any more. Any other little groups forming that might be more amusing?"

"Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, meh," Parvati shrugged. "I do have a request, actually. I'd like to borrow Harry for awhile."

"I'm sure you do," Pansy snorted.

"I mean for our classes," Parvati replied before starting to grin. "Although, I wouldn't mind borrowing him for other things too. But first, I'd like his help for Defense and Charms. He's great at both of them, and I want to do well on our exams. I'm not worried as much as some people, but I just hate the way I know my parents will gush over Padma if she gets like ten OWLs and I don't."

"Sibling rivalry, huh? I wouldn't know much about that, but okay. On two conditions."

"Name them."

"First, that you help me make my idiot boyfriend start taking the OWLs a little more seriously. He hasn't opened a book all week. Admittedly, part of that is quidditch's fault, or rather Johnson's," Pansy grumbled as she saw the team captain come in and squeeze Harry before kissing his cheek and yelling about how she had a try out for some team.

"What's the second thing?" Parvati asked.

"Oh, that you keep it in your pants. I've been in a good mood lately, but that doesn't mean it's time for a threesome."

"Just remember me when you decide that it is," Parvati grinned.

"Still completely shameless, Patil."

"You know it."

-oOoOoOo-

She was standing outside Slughorn's office and feeling more nervous than she had in awhile. Pansy wasn't sure what she was supposed to say for that career counseling. 'Hi, I'm marrying a rich guy, and we're probably going to live in the muggle world, so I'm really not caring too much about trying to get a job in the magical world.'

Yeah, she could just imagine the crestfallen look on Old Sluggy's face when she told him that the Chosen One couldn't wait to leave this place behind. She wouldn't be surprised if it made him cry. She picked at a loose string on her blouse and tried to come up with anything else that could keep her from blurting something like that out.

But she really wasn't thinking of any possible careers. Pansy had a few random ideas about ways they could use magic to make a bunch of money in the regular world, doing things that would otherwise take a lot more time and money than normal people could expend, but that was even more something that she didn't think an old man would want to hear about.

It wasn't even so much that he was a pureblood. Most witches and wizards tended to just ignore everything other than their little corner of the world- even the ones that didn't grow up in the magical world- and that was definitely something she was not willing to do. There was too much fun to be had everywhere else.

"Come in Pansy."

Crap she thought, trying to get herself to calm down as she stepped into Slughorn's office.

"Professor, how are you today?"

That was a decent, non-freaked out opening, she hoped.

"I am doing quite well," he answered with a smile as he waved to a chair in front of his desk. "Please, don't look so concerned my dear. I assure you, today's little meeting doesn't have to be anything to worry over."

"Thank you," Pansy said as she sat down and tried to think of what to say.

"I imagine you aren't stressing over what sort of career your future might hold as much as most of the students who have come through that door over the years."

"I... huh?"

Yeah, really eloquent. She tried to not look quite as confused as she was feeling.

"I am more perceptive than people often give me credit for," Slughorn said with a smile. "It is obvious that you will be the future Mrs. Potter one of these days, and that in itself means that you wouldn't necessarily need to work. Although, I must admit, I always thought you would be interested in being more than a housewife."

"No, I am... I mean, I don't plan on just being a housewife, but-"

"But you aren't certain what you might want to do after graduating Hogwarts," he finished.

"Yes."

Slughorn chuckled. "Well, of course you don't know! You're still a teenager. Do you have any idea how rare it is to find someone who knows what they want to do for the rest of their lives when they're only fifteen or sixteen years old? Even those people who claim to have it all figured out almost always turn out to be wrong. Why, when I was your age, I was convinced that I was going to run St. Mungo's and revolutionize the way we heal people. Hah!"

He continued to laugh to himself for a moment with a wistful look in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, it turned out that while I did come up with a few improvements on medicinal potions over the years, becoming a healer wasn't for me. It was more than a decade after I'd graduated here before I came back to teach."

"I see."

"Yes, so a long time ago, I realized the better question to ask in these meetings wasn't what do you want to do, but what do you already enjoy doing. Whatever a student is already good at is a wise place to consider future options. On that topic, which classes do you want to continue into your NEWT studies?"

"I hadn't really thought of it like that before," Pansy admitted, sitting back in her chair and thinking for a moment. "I'm pretty sure that Harry and I will keep most, if not all, of our classes the same for the next couple of years. For his part, that means Defense, Runes, and Charms will all be obvious choices."

"For your own sake, are you sure you want to continue all three of those classes?"

"Probably," she replied, looking down and frowning. Would she want to take those classes if it weren't for Harry? Charms and Runes were both really useful, so likely yes. And Defense seemed so very necessary, although maybe not as much for the future.

"What do you think of your other options?"

"I'd very much like to continue your class."

"While it isn't necessary to kiss up, I do appreciate that," Sluggy chuckled. His good mood was helping to ease hers. "Do you think Harry will as well?"

"I believe so."

"Well, let's look at your other classes and eliminate any that you have no interest in," he suggested.

"History-" she began as he chuckled again.

"No surprise there. NEWT History has been a very small group ever since I was a student. Between you and me," Slughorn got a conspiratorial little smirk on his face, "I believe most people don't enjoy the way Binns drones on about everything. I may have taken a nap or two in the class when I was younger."

"I may have as well," Pansy grinned. "I'm ready to be done with Herbology and Astronomy as well."

"I see," Slughorn answered as he picked up a piece of parchment, looking it over for a moment. "That leaves you with Transfiguration, Arthmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures still to decide upon. Personally, unless you are specifically thinking of working with animals, I would recommend dropping the last of them. Both of the other two have a number of uses for the future you should consider. For that reason, I would prioritize your time focusing on six classes for the OWLs then: Potions, Charms, Defense, Runes, Arithmancy, and Transfiguration. The only unfortunate part of that plan is it means you will be trying to score well on all of the hardest exams. However, I have faith in you my dear."

"Thank you," Pansy said, feeling a slight blush escape. "I was pretty worried, but you've given me something to think about."

"I am happy to be of service," he grinned. "You might want to give Harry some of this advice as well. Just don't tell Minerva I said that. She would be cross with me for trying to interfere with one of her students. She gets territorial sometimes, you see."

"Harry can be discreet, especially when I remind him."

"I'm sure it helps to have someone a bit more cunning to help temper his impetuous behavior."

"You can say that again," Pansy agreed and they both chuckled for a moment. She should have known better than to worry. Old Sluggy could be a bit much sometimes, but he was definitely good at teaching. And compared to her first couple of years, he was a marvelous head of Slytherin.

-oOoOoOo-

"So, I think I might have made McGonagall cry," Harry said completely without preamble as he sat down on the couch next to her later that afternoon.

"Really? It went that badly?"

"Not for me," he teased. "She was very disappointed that I wasn't keen to become an auror, or at least a quidditch player. It got even worse when I told her I planned on being a full time husband. She seemed to find my lack of ambition quite scandalous."

"I can imagine," Pansy snorted.

"But then it got worse," Harry said with a smirk.

"How so?"

"First, I told her I wasn't interested in remaining a prefect next year. It's been a rather annoying waste of time, and with Hermione and I no longer being friends, it's been bloody awkward as well this term."

"It would cut into your time even worse when we get to NEWT studies, which are supposed to be much harder."

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged. "Then, to cap it all off, I told her I didn't want to be named quidditch captain next year. I almost felt bad when I saw the look on her face."

"Okay, now that does surprise me," Pansy replied, sitting up a bit to get a better look at him. "Why don't you want to be the captain?"

"I really don't care that much about quidditch. Playing the games is fun, but all the practice isn't. And having to be in charge of all that crap? No thank you. I think McGonagall was most displeased because that only leaves Katie Bell and Ron as having any experience, and Ron's only got the one year of playing on the team. Katie should be fine though- besides, she will be the senior member of the team, so it really should be hers anyway."

"Hmm, I hadn't really thought of it that way. Did she say anything else about your lack of interest in having a career?"

"Oh, plenty," Harry grinned. "None of it was going to change my mind, though. She even brought out the fact that I had been so close to Alastor and that I should have followed his lead. She thought I could easily rise to the head of the aurors with all my skills."

Harry shook his head and sighed. "I told her that as much as I appreciated his abilities and all the help he's been, I very much did not want to follow in his footsteps. I like having all of my limbs, thank you very much, and I've already been in more than my share of dangerous situations."

"Besides, who in their right mind would want to work for the ministry?" Pansy added.

"Yeah, that too," Harry snorted. "They still haven't thrown Fudge's useless arse out."

"We have to eat in awhile, let's not ruin our appetites by talking about all the morons out there," Pansy said. "Instead, let me tell you about my chat with Sluggy. He actually brought up a couple of really good points even though I admitted to not having any idea what I wanted to do in the future."

-oOoOoOo-

And so, the next couple of weeks went on quietly as more and more time was spent preparing for the OWLs. Pansy dragged Harry to the library on occasion, and Parvati joined the two of them in an empty classroom for spell practice every other night. Parvati was doing a lot better in Defense, thanks to Harry's help, and she had finally produced a fully corporeal Patronus of her own- a tiger. She had even managed to do so without too much wistful staring at Harry.

Sirius had returned from his honeymoon though, and that meant it was time for Harry to contact him about the horcruxes, which in turn led to Harry dragging Pansy through the halls late one night, both of them hidden under his cloak.

They stopped in front of that odd disappearing room they'd found when they first met, and Harry paced up and down until the door showed up and then he ushered them both inside.

"What the hell is this place?"

"I'm not sure what it's called," Harry answered.

"The elves call this the come and go room," Dobby replied as he revealed himself. "Elves be putting lost things in the lost things' room."

"That's a lot of lost things," Pansy uttered quietly, her eyes wide at the cavernous hall. It seemed to be at least twice as large as the Great Hall. "If there's a horcrux hidden here, then how on Earth are we going to find it in all this mess?"

"Dobby is good at cleaning up messes," the house-elf said with pride. "Dobby can be cleanings this place for so much time. It will be fun, miss Pansy!"

"I'm sure it would," Harry said with a small grin. "You can feel free to clean this place up later if you want. I'm sure there are more than a few things that would still be useful or that might be worth something. But that's not why we're here.

"Follow me."

Harry strode off down one aisle and Pansy could do nothing but follow him lest she become lost in all the clutter.

"Harry, how the hell are we going to find it?"

"Have you ever had a really, really clear memory? Like you could picture every last detail of something. It's sort of like that, only more so. Plus," he stopped and turned down a different row of junk, much of it on shelves and piles of old, abandoned, school trunks. "There's a certain something... I don't know, foul I guess to this type of magic. Like something rotten, maybe."

"Can we smell it?"

"Not exactly but..." Pansy saw him shrug as he kept on walking. "You'll know it when we get close enough. It's hard to put into words."

"Is it safe for us to get near this thing?" she asked. "Also, what exactly are we looking for?"

"The lost diadem of Ravenclaw."

"You're kidding."

"Unfortunately, no," Harry shook his head. "It's too bad really, but we couldn't bring Luna along. I think she'd be heartbroken by the end of the night."

"Because we have to destroy it, right?"

"Yep."

"Is there no other way?" Pansy wondered. "I mean, this is a priceless artifact we're talking about."

"Yeah, and old Tom was an egomaniac, which is why he chose those sorts of things as his trophies. He deserves oblivion just for that. Stupid bastard," Harry muttered just as he stopped and turned another corner. "We're getting close now. Stay behind me, just in case."

Pansy looked over his shoulder and saw Harry looking at a dusty old table with a tarnished tiara sitting on top of a pile of books. He reached out and quickly put it into a bag that he'd brought along.

"That was it?"

"Yeah, couldn't you tell?"

"I didn't notice any... what did you call it? Foulness?"

"Huh." Harry scrunched up his face for a moment. "Maybe it's something I could feel because I'd been exposed to them before."

"From your scar, you mean?"

"And the diary too."

"Dobby remembers the nasty diary, and Dobby could tell this was nasty in the same way," the house-elf added.

"Okay, that does make me think it was because you hadn't been around one of those things before," Harry said.

"I was around your scar though."

"Yeah, I don't know what the deal was with the scar," Harry replied. "Maybe I should have asked Death more questions. I really wasn't focused on all of the underlying mysteries. I got the information of what and where they were, and that it was it. Destruction and finishing all this nonsense with Riddle so that we can do more important things, like take you on that really long honeymoon. I'm a man with priorities, after all."

Pansy chuckled at his silliness. "Alright, mister priorities. Now what?"

"Get the mirror out and we call Sirius."

Pansy nodded and reached into the purse she had brought with her. One moment later they were talking to Harry's godfather, who looked somewhat annoyed at being kept up so late. He was ready and waiting for them though, and a moment later, Dobby popped them over to Grimmauld Place. Sirius was standing in the drawing room with a glass of firewhisky in his hand.

"You know, I'm missing out on sleep with my fabulous new wife for this, whatever this is," he grumbled.

"Yeah, like you didn't already sleep with her," Harry scoffed. "You can get some rest soon enough. Did you get the cup from Bellatrix's vault?"

"I did," Sirius replied as he opened up a drawer from the desk he was near. He pulled out the golden chalice and set it down where they could see it. "Do you know what I think this is?"

"It's Hufflepuff's cup," Harry answered. "Unfortunately, Riddle sliced off a piece of what was left of his soul and stuck it inside, so the cup has to go."

"You're shitting me!"

"Nope, and it doesn't get any better." He pulled out the diadem from the bag and set it next to the cup. "The diadem of Ravenclaw. And one more to go."

Harry strode across the room and opened a glass case. He picked up a locket and they were all startled by the loud arrival of Kreacher who let out a shriek.

"No! Master Regulus' locket! Nasty half-blood can't be taking master Regulus' locket!"

"Kreacher!" Sirius bellowed, trying to get the house-elf's attention as he was beating on Harry's legs. "Stop Kreacher! I order you to stop!"

The old elf stopped, collapsed on the ground and began to bawl.

"What do you mean master Regulus' locket?" Sirius asked.

"Master Regulus gave Kreacher the order to destroy the locket, but Kreacher has failed. No matter what Kreacher did, Kreacher couldn't destroy it. Now, nasty-half blood is takings it away!"

"Kreacher," Harry knelt down next to the elf, "I am going to destroy it."

"Nasty half-blood means it? Nasty half-blood wouldn't lie to poor old Kreacher?"

"Master Harry is the greatest of wizards!" Dobby protested, and Pansy had to hold him back from attacking the other elf. "Master Harry wouldn't lie about this. It is part of the great Harry Potter sir's quest to stop the nasty Dark Lord!"

"Is it true?" Kreacher said, looking hopeful for the first time in more than fifteen years. "Please, let it be true. Let Kreacher finally finish master Regulus' last order."

"What do you mean, his last order?" Sirius asked. "What did my brother do?"

-oOoOoOo-

And thus began the sad tale of the end of Regulus' Black. The pureblood son who lived up to his parents' wishes, who believed in all the talk of pureblood supremacy, and who was recruited into the ranks of the Death Eaters at seventeen.

Within a year, he'd learned one of Riddle's secrets, and his horror and disgust had led to him dying as a hero.

There was a cave, and despite all the protections on it, house-elves were once again overlooked. Kreacher had been sent along with the Dark Lord long ago, only to return with Regulus.

Kreacher took them once again, and told them his tale of the locket, and the one Sirius' younger brother had replaced. Sirius transfigured a stone from the rocky island into a cat and then used the Imperius curse to force it to drink all of the poison from the basin.

The fake locket was pulled out and they all returned to Grimmauld Place. Sirius read the note inside it before taking a seat behind the old desk and weeping for his long lost brother. He was downing the firewhisky even faster then, and Harry worried about what this would do to him.

"Sirius?"

He looked up at Harry, tears still running down his cheeks. He grunted out something unintelligent.

"We're going to avenge him. Tonight. Your brother didn't die in vain." Harry placed a hand on his shoulder and waited for an acknowledgement. Sirius took another swig of firewhisky and stood up, a little too quickly, judging by his near stumble.

"Damn right he didn't. Let's do this." He clapped his hands together and looked back to Harry. "So, how do we destroy these things?"

"Dobby?" Harry turned to the little elf. "Bring the box please."

With just a snap, there was a wooden box in Harry's hand. The lid opened up to reveal it was lined with some sort of medal and there was a broken off fang that was nearly a footlong, with some hideous looking liquid oozing out the end of it.

"Three years ago," Harry began as he stepped over to the desk where all three of the founders' items now sat, "I was nearly killed by a basilisk. This is the fang that snapped off in my arm, yet when Riddle's shade was gloating over how I was going to die down there, I pulled it out and stabbed that damned diary of his. It was strong enough to get the job done then, so I assume it should work fine now. Let's find out."

And with no further delay, Harry drove the fang into the diadem. A bit of the metal seemed to melt and there was a black mist that started to rise out of it, only to almost instantly be scattered as if a breeze had blown it away.

"That wasn't too bad," Pansy said. "Somehow, I was expecting more."

"Would you like to do the honors next?" Harry asked. "Just be careful not to touch it near the pointy end."

"Shouldn't we maybe... be using gloves or something?" Sirius asked.2

"Basilisk venom will eat through pretty much anything," Harry replied. "Including gloves. Dobby had to find a box lined with lead so that it wouldn't eat through that too. Thankfully, the venom only comes out at the tip of the fang."

"Okay," Pansy nodded. "It's a good thing I'm not friends with any Hufflepuffs. I think they'd all cry if they saw me do this."

She swiftly brought the fang down into the cup and then stood back as a similar hazy mist leaked out for a moment.

"My turn," Sirius said, stepping closer.

"Be careful," Harry warned.

"I know."

"You're the one who has been drinking," Harry pointed out.

"I need to do this." Sirius stood up straight and looked down at Kreacher. "For my brother."

He carefully took the fang from Pansy and stabbed the point right into the S on the locket. Nothing happened for a moment, but they could all see the venom dripping out and after a moment, it burned through the surface. This time, the mist seeped out through the hole that had been burned into it and it let out a sharp whistling sound for a couple of seconds before fading and disappearing.

"That was-" Pansy began with a frown.

"Kind of anti-climactic," Sirius finished.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"Much better than the opposite, I'd say," Harry replied. Kreacher began hopping around the room, proclaiming to all that his master's last order had been done- Regulus Black could now rest, knowing that his work was finished.

Harry took the fang back and placed it once again into the box that Dobby had found for him.

Meanwhile, Sirius sat down behind the desk again with the fake locket in his hand. "Poor Reggie," he moaned. He poured himself another glass and took a long drink.

"Sirius?" Harry said quietly. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I was wrong about him." He shook his head sadly and turned the replacement locket over in his hands. "I thought Reggie had just gotten over his head and been killed. Maybe for not following orders properly or some other nonsense. From everything I've heard, Riddle killed people for less, even his own followers. But I never thought... I never thought it was something like this. How could I have been so wrong about my own brother?"

"I'm sorry," Harry replied. "But at least now you know the truth. Now you know that he did more than almost anyone to try to stop Riddle. It won't bring him back, but we all know the truth. Regulus was a hero."

"Yeah." Sirius closed his eyes and chuckled bitterly. "My brother was a hero. I wish I had known, I wish... I wish he would have come to me. Maybe I could have helped him. Maybe- I don't know..."

"Yeah." Harry patted him again and helped him to his feet. He pulled Sirius into a hug and said nothing when the older man choked on a couple of sobs. After a moment, he regained control and stood tall, wiping away at his face. Harry hated what he had to say next, but it was necessary.

"You can't tell anyone, Sirius."

"What?"

"Until Riddle is gone for good," Harry continued. "We can't let anyone know about the horcruxes until Riddle is dead. For real this time. Not even your wife."

"I wouldn't want to trouble Kathryn about any of this shit anyway," Sirius snorted. "Don't worry about that. Is this all of them?"

"There's one more, but it'll be a lot more difficult to get access to it," Harry answered. "Still, six down, one to go. We got half of them tonight. I'd definitely call that progress."

"Not bad for a night's work," Sirius nodded. "Kreacher, I order you not to tell anyone about this."

"Yes, master," the elf obeyed, for once not adding any snide tones or insults.

"Are you going to be okay?" Harry asked.

Sirius took a deep breath and finished his firewhisky. "I'm good, Harry. We're actually winning this damn war." He chuckled for a moment. "If you had been around last time, you would understand how unreal it feels to be able to say that.

"But I think that's enough for tonight. You two need to get back to the school, and I need to get my back to my lovely wife."

"I think we'll all be sleeping in tomorrow," Pansy said.

"That's what the weekends are for," Sirius replied.

"Let me know if you need anything," Harry added. "You know, like to talk about this or... whatever."

"Hah!" Sirius barked out a laugh. "Don't be such a worrying old woman, Harry. I'll be fine. I'm sure Kathryn can distract me from any sort of brooding. Have you seen the arse on her? Merlin, I think Azkaban was worth it if this is my reward."

"I actually haven't been checking out your new wife." Harry rolled his eyes. "But I've got a girl of my own with a perfect tight little arse. If I'm lucky, I might even get to-"

"That's enough," Pansy snorted. "You two are worse together somehow."

"Now you know how I feel," Harry replied with a grin. "I caught you telling Luna about sitting on my face the other night, remember?"

Sirius laughed loudly.

"Oh, you love that and we all know it," Pansy scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"And now Luna knows all about it too," Harry muttered.

"Thanks for that, you guys," Sirius wheezed, trying to stop himself from laughing. "Go on now. I'll talk to you later."

"Good night, Sirius."

-oOoOoOo-

It had been the year before that Harry had first discovered Ye Olde Guide to Buggery, Revised Third Edition amongst the many, many books Pansy had stolen from her father's library. He had wondered slightly at why she might have taken that one in particular, although it was possible that she had merely grabbed everything from what he remembered her jokingly referring to as 'the filthy sex magic' section. That was supported by the fact that he also found a revised fourth edition as well, that one written by an Alphard Black. Harry thought he remembered that name from Sirius' family tree- he was sure his godfather would get a kick out of seeing the book, if he hadn't already.

Regardless, it was an interesting little tome with a number of things that he had been thinking about for quite awhile. Harry had chuckled at a couple of the spells it contained, especially one of them that had been updated and tweaked over and over again. The basic incantation was Lubrico, but later spellcasters had added secondary descriptors for flavor- literally flavor, as they included things like Latin phrases for honey, cinnamon, mint, and countless others.

Harry had settled on mint before he had first tried it out. Once he was sure the spell worked and that the taste wasn't too strong, he used it on Pansy back in April and they had a very interesting night. Harry had been smart enough to do so on a Friday, and she had been glad because she would not have enjoyed trying to go to class the next day. It hadn't been quite as much fun as he had hoped though, although some part of that was his own worry about being too rough with her, so slow and easy had been the way to go. He later realized that it got a lot better when she had reached down to start playing with herself at the same time. When she'd had an orgasm, being inside her tight little arse went from great to beyond amazing.

All of that led to the last Saturday of May. The OWLs were just over a week away, and despite all the studying he had been nagged into doing, Harry was sort of looking forward to them. But he was looking forward to that night much, much more.

He'd talked Pansy into taking a nap earlier that evening because he needed to make use of the so-called come and go room. Harry knew that the two of them wouldn't want to be discovered, so he had decided to go late at night. Filch and the prefects may have patrolled the halls to catch people out after hours, but no one did it all night long.

Dobby had popped him over about twenty minutes before, and so he was now looking at himself in the mirror of what he was thinking of as his office. He'd dressed up a bit, although not trying to look too flashy but rather distinguished, and the potion Luna had helped him with was finally going to come into play.

As he downed a mouthful of it and smiled briefly at the fact that it didn't taste completely awful for once, Harry then stood back to watch as his face began to change. His glamour spells were pretty good, but they were visual illusions and this went to the next level. His face slowly aged as he went from somewhat boyish to fully mature in a matter of moments. He started to worry that he'd taken too much when he got a bit of grey in his hair at his temples, but it then stopped. Harry grinned widely at seeing himself now looking roughly forty years old or so. He straightened his tie and waited for a sound from the main section of the room.

"Harry? Where are you and what exactly are we doing?" Pansy's voice was his cue for the fun to begin. Her eyes went wide as she saw him come out and stand behind his desk of what was clearly designed to look like the Defense classroom that Alastor had used the year before.

"How many times have you been told that it's professor or sir?" He asked in a slightly disappointed tone. "One would think calling a professor by their given name would be considered quite improper." He let the last word linger for a moment as he looked her over. Harry had to stifle a grin at Pansy's far too small, tight, and slutty version of a school uniform- maybe he was better at coming up with ideas like this than he'd given himself credit for, but now he needed to focus and try to remain in character. "Then again, you have always had trouble behaving properly in my class, miss. Come in and sit down."

"Yes sir," she purred, not bothering to hide her smirk as she sauntered down to the front of the room, taking the seat directly in front of his desk. Bless her, she could be such a wonderful actress. Pansy took things slightly further as she slowly crossed her legs, deliberately flashing him a hint of things to come.

"You know this is the third assignment you've neglected to turn in on time, young lady," he said with a small frown as he sat down behind his desk. "Nothing I've said seems to get through to you, so perhaps it's time for a different tack. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Professor Potter, sir, I'm so sorry. I know I need to make up for the missed work. Maybe..." She got a rather feral look and smirked slightly. "Maybe I could do some extra credit?"

"You've fallen quite far behind," he replied. "It's going to take a lot of work to make up for your poor grades."

"Sir, can't I do something?"

Damn, Harry loved the faux concerned look in her eye. Pansy was awesome.

"At this rate, you're going to fail my class, I'm afraid," he countered.

"But... I'd be in so much trouble with my parents," she pouted. "I'll do whatever it takes to bring my grades up." She paused to bat her eyelashes. "Anything at all."

Yep, she was officially the best.

Harry leaned back in his seat and peered at her over his glasses while stroking his chin. "Anything, you say? Well..." He stood up and beckoned her over to him. "Why don't you show me whatever you think will... most impress me."

She hopped out of her chair and was quickly around the side of his desk before reaching up to grab his tie with a smile on her face. "I think you'll be impressed soon enough."

"You do have confidence, don't you?" he teased.

She grinned in response before kissing his neck and then slowly sliding down to her knees in front of him. Her hands made quick work of the belt and then his pants were undone and pushed down as well. She gave him one last flirty look as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it up and down twice before licking the tip.

"Just give me a chance professor," she said before leaning down to lick all the way up the shaft and then opening her mouth wide as she shoved as much of him inside as she could easily fit. He felt her cough just a smidge and held back a grin as she ignored it and went to work on showing off her skills. Even in his role as the disappointed professor, he couldn't help but be impressed.

To be fair, she'd had plenty of practice and knew how to make him squirm in all the best ways. But even then, when she paused and pulled back to suck on one of his balls while she continued to stroke him, Harry nearly lost it. A moment later, his composure failed when she looked up to wink at him before sliding her lips back up and over his crown just as he started to come.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. She just kept on sucking, as if she wanted to drain him of every last drop. When she finally stopped and let him go, Harry couldn't help but fall back into his chair. He was very glad to have remembered to cast cushioning charms over the entire area.

Pansy just grinned up at him and then exaggerated as she swallowed. He chuckled as he tried to catch his breath.

"Well, professor, how did I do?"

There was that damn smirk again, and as much fun as he'd already had, Harry planned to make the most of this night, and they'd only just begun. "Better than I had expected, I have to admit. However, such a naughty girl is going to have to do a lot more than that to pass my class."

She smiled and pushed out her lip in an affectation of innocence, completely ignoring what she'd just done. "What do you mean, sir? I'm not that naughty."

Harry stood up and pulled her back to her feet as he slid his right hand up her thigh and under her skirt. "Really?"

He spun her around and pushed her down over his desk and lifted her skirt high enough to reveal her thong. Harry had to shake himself for a second to keep up the act, but he really, really loved that tight little arse of hers. "If you weren't a naughty little slut, then why would you wear something like this to a private meeting with your teacher?"

"I-"

He cut off any response by bringing his hand down for a nice sharp little spank.

"Oh!" she let out a pleased little gasp and leaned forward just a bit more. "You're right, sir. I've been so naughty, you're just going to have to punish me."

"That's what I thought," he grunted as he smacked her ass again. Pansy squeaked and moaned as his hand came down again, her rump reddened by the sting. He could only handle a couple more because she was just too enticing; he hooked his thumbs through the thong and yanked it down.

"Look how wet you already are." He stroked up and down her moist slit as she trembled just slightly, and that made it even hotter. He lapped at the juice leaking from her folds, enjoying her soft moans even more, before standing up and stepping behind her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "You're my naughty little slut aren't you?"

"Yes," she murmured before groaning as he thrust inside her.

"Yes what?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she moaned while he sucked at the side of her neck. Harry didn't waste any time in building up his speed, and judging by the way she was rocking back against him, Pansy was certainly ready for more.

"Say it."

"Yes, I'm your naughty little slut. Fuck me... fuck me harder. Please."

Harry reached around and ripped at her blouse, tearing off buttons as his hands groped for her breasts. She had helped by not wearing a bra, and if he weren't in such a haze of desire he might have noticed it before. He was just barely in control enough to voice his thought as he circled around one of her nipples with his thumb. "Look at you, my sweet little slut. No bra- you must have wanted me to get a peek of these tits, didn't you?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Yes, professor, I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to want me. I'm your naughty little girl, so keep... ah, keep punishing me."

Harry chuckled and grunted. She was really too good at this. It was going to make him come again too quickly if he let her rile him up. But first, he wanted to drive her over the edge. He sped up and slid the other hand down to play with her clit while he kept pounding into her.

She moaned in appreciation at his efforts. He could tell she was getting close.

"Cum for me, you naughty little slut."

"Ah!"

She began to squeeze him as she screamed out in pleasure. Harry tried to focus on anything else, anything at all, and he was barely able to stave off his own orgasm.

"Oh god yes," Pansy purred happily. "Thank you, professor."

Harry chuckled darkly as he leaned back slightly and slowed down. "You must be enjoying this punishment too much. I think we'll need to try something else."

He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out his wand. He reached down with his left hand to pry the cheeks of that perfect little bum apart and aimed his wand at the tight pink rosette that he couldn't wait to feel engulf him.

"Lubrico!"

"Oh professor!" she gasped before letting out a giggle as he wiggle a finger inside, testing out the spell. "Looks like I'm not the only naughty one."

"That's right," he replied a moment later as he slowly pushed his cock inside. For a moment, their grunts were in harmony as they both got used to the new sensation. "Fuck, I love your tight little arse. It's fucking... perfect."

He groaned as he slid in a bit deeper and Pansy responded with a moan. "Oh, fuck."

Harry could only agree as he slowly built up the pace. Remembering what happened last time, he took inspiration from the scene they'd been playing, as well as knowing how much she liked being told what to do. "Give me your hand."

She braced herself and reached over her shoulder. Harry sucked on her fingers, getting them nice and wet. "I want you to reach down and play with that sweet little pussy of yours. Let's see if you can make yourself come before I fill your... ah, tight little arse."

He watched her hand disappear and kissed right behind her ear, waiting for her to begin. When he could tell she had started playing with herself, he sucked hard at her neck, knowing it would leave a mark and hopefully spurring her on to become even more aroused. Judging by the moans and what he could feel of her hand's movement, it was working. He took that opportunity to thrust that much harder and deeper inside her.

Harry wasn't joking when he called her bum perfect. He loved looking at it. He loved kissing it, squeezing it, spanking it, and even tasting it. But all of that paled in comparison to actually fucking it. He was in heaven, and then it got even better.

Pansy had taken his challenge to heart and was furiously rubbing herself as he continued to plow into her. She grunted and moaned and finally let out a scream. "Yes!"

When she began to come, all sorts of muscles were contracting and that perfect little butthole of hers squeezed him mercilessly.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Take it, ahh... you love when I fuck your arse, my naughty little slut! Ah!"

"Fuck yes!" she screamed, throwing her head back.

Harry was quickly spent inside her, but he leaned forward to kiss and suckle at her throat again. He could feel the end of her orgasm stretching even longer as she reached up with her left hand and held his face close against her neck. He took the cue and continued, kissing with his mouth, his hands caressing her breasts, and slowly thrusting inside her arse a few more times while his arousal still remained. She moaned happily as she finished with her fingers and then let out a sigh. He heard her breathing deeply and he nuzzled against her. Even when his softening cock slid out, he kept on leaning against her, catching his breath as well.

"That was... amazing," she purred, pulling his mouth up to kiss her. He saw her grinning as she looked at him over her shoulder. "How did I do, professor?"

"I think that performance was definitely worth an Outstanding."

She laughed and they slowly stood up. Harry stepped back and sat in the chair behind the desk. Pansy turned around and climbed onto his lap, still grinning. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "So, Luna's help- an aging potion?"

"Yeah. She's better at potions than me, and I wanted to make sure and take just the right dose."

"Well done. I'd never really thought of it before, but you do make a hot older man."

Harry laughed as she kissed on his neck, soon starting to suck at it. It looked like Pansy was determined to leave her mark on him as well.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I do," she answered, then looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. "How much longer will it last?"

Harry checked his watch. "Another hour or so."

"Well, let's not waste any more time," she said, climbing off his lap and then sitting on his desk, her legs spread wide. She reached for his wand and cast a cleaning charm on him and then curled her index finger at him with a smirk. "Come here, professor. You've got to make sure that I enjoy myself so much that I won't be tempted to say anything to your superiors about... taking advantage of your naive, innocent, young students."

"We wouldn't want that," Harry replied as he got to his feet. She grinned and nodded at him as she pointed down. He smiled as he knelt before her, her legs going over his shoulders and pulling him in. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."

"I hope so." She leaned back with lidded eyes and looked amused as she continued. "Is it true that you're a parselmouth, sir?"

"It is," he replied with a grin. "Want me to prove it?"

His tongue began to slither and vibrate against her juicy opening as he delighted in her taste, and the only response she could manage was, "Yes, oh yes!"