There's Nothing Holding Me Back

"Its no big loss if she fails, but if she succeeds..." Those words rang in her head. They had been the pitch Bellatrix Lestrange had made the Dark Lord. Pansy hadn't liked the sound of that, but it did make some sense. She was expendable. Her death meant nothing to them because she hadn't (yet) proven herself as useful. That was her task now- to prove her value to the Dark Lord. Meeting him in person had cemented her determination to do whatever it took to remain in the Dark Lord's good graces- he was terrifying.

And she had thought she had done a good job of it. She was hopeful that she'd gotten into Demelza's good graces- she'd joined up with the rest of Potter- Harry's… team (she'd been mentally coaching herself to mentally refer to Harry and the girls he was with more politely lest she slip up verbally). She was close, she had thought, to getting face to face time with Harry where she could convince him of her innocence.

He wants to see the good in people, and that will blind him. He's clearly dominated by his lusts for the flesh, use that against him. Was the 'advice' the Bellatrix had given her. She was prepared to use every resource at her disposal, even her body. Not that that would be such an unpleasant prospect. She admitted to herself. The rumors were- whispered by scandalized girls in the dark corners of Hogwarts, that Harry was some sort of sex machine- an insatiable animal in bed. She'd already imagined what it would be like to seduce him (though since being abducted she'd hardly been in the mood to entertain such thoughts), now she had… not an excuse, but a valid reason to pursue him. If this was what she was to do, she might as well enjoy it!

Except, she hadn't gotten to even speak to Harry, let alone work her wiles on him. That night, Harry and his girls had trudged off to who knows where. The older adults had had a hushed conversation, before ushering her to a cramped room near the top of the Weasleys rickety shack of a house, one that clearly had belonged to a boy. She'd done her best not show her disgust and thanked Mrs. Weasley for the room, who nodded politely, yet guardedly.

To be fair, everyone was bone tired and stretched to the limit, but she was hoping for a slightly warmer welcome. Morning came, and Pansy found some ratty second hand robes at the foot of her bed. She was alone, so she didn't try to hide the derogatory snort- the Weasleys lived up to their every stereotype. When she tried to leave, to maybe get some useful intel or at least interesting gossip, she found that she couldn't. They'd charmed the door shut.

They didn't trust her! She was just a teenage girl! Why were they treating her like a suspected death eater?

It wasn't long before they let her out, but it was clear that she was being let out. She had a minder, and conversations around her were guarded, sometimes obviously cryptic. She wished she could just talk to Harry and convince him, and not have to work through these intermediaries.

"Oh, Remus, Tonks thank you for stopping by so early." Mrs. Weasley greeted, Pansy glanced at the opening door, and was surprised to find that she recognized the man. "…Professor Lupin?" She asked. The werewolf? She added internally.

"Miss Parkinson." Lupin returned. "Thank you for having me, your breakfast is second to none."

"Wotcher." A pink haired woman that Pansy vaguely recognized from last night. "So, you're the new kid." Out of all of them, she seemed to be the most at ease, taking a seat at the table and kicking her feet up.

"I suppose I am, and you are?"

"Tonks. Just Tonks." The name tickled something in the back of Pansy's mind, but she couldn't quite place it. Wasn't she a relative of some pureblood family?

Moments later, Ron Weasley entered the kitchen. "Morning." He said to the room at large before nodding to her in calculatedly neutral acknowledgment "Parkinson."

"Weasley." She nodded back, feeling a bit foolish since he was far from the only Weasley in the house, yet clearly they weren't on a first name basis.

Lupin, Tonks, and Ron took seats at the table alongside Mr. Weasley, all roughly facing her, and it was then that Pansy realized that this had been orchestrated. She steeled herself.

This was an interview.

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"What do you think, Ron?" Remus asked him after his parents escorted Pansy out for a walk around their property.

"She's a snake." Ron grumbled. He couldn't help it, his skin crawled with every word she spoke. The tale she wove was perfectly compelling, it was such a sob story and it made him want to retch.

"Are you sure you aren't letting your prejudices get in the way? Not every Slytherin is a terrible person, Ron." Remus countered.

Ron shook his head emphatically "No. If this were, I dunno Daphne Greengrass or Tracy Davis I'd give them the benefit of the doubt. Neither of them were particularly awful to anyone, but Pansy… she's just as vile as Malfoy."

"She was a decently well-behaved student in class, but of course, I know from experience that kids behave quite differently in front of teachers." Remus put in.

"Oh yeah, she never got into duels or anything. She was much more… Slytherin about it. Cruel, but only when she could get away with it. All I know is that I've never seen anything from her until today, that told me she was anything other than a racist b- jerk." He corrected his language at the last second. Tonks snorted in amusement, but he could tell Remus wasn't convinced.

"Look, I know I haven't always been the most observant person. But just ask Harry, or Hermione, hell, any of them what they think. I'm pretty sure they're going to say the same thing."

"You've been quiet, Tonks." Remus prodded. Tonks had been looking at Ron intently the entire conversation, which made sense because he was doing a lot of the talking, but something about it made him shiver. It was like she was sizing him up. He shook himself, it was probably just his extreme randyness talking.

"I don't trust her." She frowned "But we don't have anything concrete. We're just speculating. I wish we had veratiserum, or a legimens. But without Dumbledore or Snape…" Remus, and (reluctantly) Ron nodded in agreement- without those tools, how could they know for certain what her intentions were?

"Well, she certainly wanted to talk to Harry." Remus nodded, "Couldn't hurt to see what that conversation turns up. We wanted to give them a bit of time to recuperate before reaching out to them though."

"I'll write them a note later today." Ron volunteered.

There was a beat of silence, before Remus pivoted. "I actually did want to check up on you, Ron."

"Check up on me?" Ron was momentarily confused. He knew Remus as his teacher, and from his time at Grimmauld Place before fifth year, but the two of them weren't particularly close.

"We didn't know if you'd experience any affects from being bitten." He continued and Ron caught on. This was… actually his opportunity to get some advice. "Though if I'm not mistaken, I believe you know now."

"Yeah." Ron nodded despondently "It's been… rough."

"I can guess. Any mood swings?"

"Not exactly." Extreme horniness wasn't exactly a mood swing.

"Cravings?"

"Well, rare steak seems pretty good right now, but that's not really…"

"Ah." Remus nodded, not seeming entirely surprised "I should've known. Teenager and all that- you're bloody insatiable, aren't you?"

Ron blushed "Yeah." It was embarrassing enough to talk about, but why did Tonks have to be there? It wasn't that he had a problem talking sex with Tonks, it was the opposite. In fact, so much the opposite that that was the problem. What made it worse was that Tonks seemed completely at ease with the conversation. He scooted closer to the table, hoping to hide his erection, and Tonks just winked knowingly.

"Hey, nothing to be ashamed about. It just comes with the territory. I bet I had it far worse than you."

"But you seem so…" Ron searched for the right words but couldn't find it, so he just trailed off awkwardly.

"Trust me." Tonks interjected "Remus may be a gentleman in the streets, but he's a real freak in the sheets. Let's just say that I'm a real lucky woman."

Remus shook his head, a slight blush gracing his cheeks, and Ron was comforted that his old professor wasn't completely unflappable.

"So look, yeah. I'm just going to say it, I've been really, really randy ever since I've been bitten. But what can I really do about it? Dating opportunities aren't great when you've got a bloody scar over half your face."

Remus and Tonks shared a glance and a grin.

"Well, Ron. We've got a proposition for you."

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Hermione had been pleased, more than pleased, with how her experimental potion- the 'sensory solution' had performed. She knew that it would work, and not just because of the arithmacy- the math was only as accurate as your assumption. Many a potion-maker had made a crucial oversight that completely changed their potion, sometimes with disastrous results. However, the potion- which used just a few drops of Harry's semen- had turned out exactly as she had predicted, and when she rather daringly took a small sip (she did have a bezoar on hand, but she was quite confident she wouldn't need it)… it'd had quite the effect.

But seeing Harry use her potion so effectively in battle had emboldened her. The perception potion was just the beginning of what she could create. With the access she now had thanks to being of age, and the resources that Susan and Harry had at hand, she could have free reign to experiment to her heats content. Susan had even granted her an entire unused room to use as a potion lab, and Hermione had stocked it with cauldrons, potion-making and alchemical tools, and ingredients.

Her next goal was a version of an invigoration draught- the problem with the traditional potion was that after it wore off it left the drinker even more tired than they were before. She hoped her potion, which substituted semen for powdered dragon claw, would avoid this pitfall.

It had gone quite well by her reckoning. By the time the potion was nearly complete, it was giving of fumes that gave her a slight buzz. This was a good sign, because the draught itself gave the drinker a similar 'buzz'.

Feeling good and perhaps overconfident, Hermione dipped her ladle in and chanced a sip. It had been a long day and the draught seemed to take effect almost instantly sending a rush through her body. Hermione tipped the ladle, drinking more of the pleasant potion and ignoring the more cautious voice in her head.

It was only when she had drank most of the ladle-full (which would have been more than a full dose of the standard invigoration draught) did her mistake become clear. Something in her core ignited with such a suddenness and intensity that it floored her. She could feel the rush of blood to her cunt as it became inflamed. In seconds her arousal had soaked through her knickers, her painfully engorged clit was rubbing torturously against the damp fabric. Her only saving grace was that she was wearing three layers- her knickers, casual shorts, and a protective white robe.

The effects surged through her, leaving her feeling hot and flushed all over- tingles of pleasure sparking up her spine and across her heated flesh. Her fingers went limp and the ladle clattered to the floor. He knees buckled and she staggered, catching herself on the cauldron and gasping for breath, trying the clear her mind.

This backfired- her head was right above the mouth of the cauldron, and that first dose of the fumes triggered and electric jolt of pleasure that ran down her spine and to her core, causing her breath to hitch and her body to convulse.

She sank to the floor in defeat. Harry. Harry. Help. Oh god please! She babbled, but he was already on his way. His brief explanation of a 'potions accident' got Susan, who was legally able to do magic, insisting that she join him. Hermione barely had a concept of that or any possible consequences of it. She was a gibbering wreck, she wasn't capable of removing her robe, so she resorted to pawing at herself and squeezing her thighs together.

When they made it to the room, Hermione was coming. She was moaning gutturally, hands on her breasts, fingers pinching her diamond hard nipples hard through three layers of fabric, and her back arched as her thighs clenched together. Her heart was pounding in her ears in a staccato tempo. Sweat- partly from exertion and partly from how flushed and overheated she was- beaded on her forehead, trickled down her face and neck, and dampened her clothes. Her arousal had soaked through her shorts- her white robes now clung to her thighs, with an obvious wet spot at her crotch.

"Merlin, what's wrong with her Harry? Is she alright?" Susan asked in concern. "Wait, is she coming?"

Harry didn't answer, without missing a beat he walked to her. Hermione tried to rise to her feet to meet him, propping herself up with the cauldron, but she was unsteady and might have tipped the cauldron itself over if Harry hadn't rushed over and stabilized it and her. Harry helped her to her knees, keeping one hand on her shoulder and cupping the other to her check as he gently said "Hey 'Mione, are you okay?"

Here was the thing about the invigoration draught- it was more than an 'energy drink'. Yes, it improved perception and focus, much like the sensory solution she had given to Harry for the raid. However, this new potion put an unfortunate twist on the concept. The sound of his voice, his scent, and the feel of his hands all became unfairly erotic.

Then there was her fey sight. Hermione had been a little surprised at just how quickly this entire new way of looking at the world had become part of her everyday life. It had been invaluable in measuring out potion ingredients and in learning new spells. With people, it indeed did take some adjusting to. The fact that magic seemed be concentrated in reproductive organs had been interesting and a breakthrough, but very awkward in practice- she did her best to try not to peak at people who weren't aware of this ability and she was beyond thankful her parents didn't have a scrap of magic in them.

But of course, she had no restrictions with Harry. Fey sight had seamlessly become a part of her erotic experience- a genuine turn as much as any of her other senses, if not more so. She often noticed Harry whenever he walked into her vicinity, especially when he was aroused- his testes burning orbs, sending magic flowing through the vas deferens and spreading through his cock as it hardened.

Now, however, with her senses going haywire, she felt the instinct to shield her eyes (though it wouldn't do any good). His core blazed with an intensity that she could feel on her skin like the heat of the sun, except instead of merely warming her skin, it set her nerves alight, so that all of her body that faced him was tingling pleasurably.

She did try to say his name, to respond somehow, but all that came out was "H- H- Hnnnngg!" as she tipped over into a relatively small orgasm. She found herself pressed against Harry, her head under his shoulder as she moaned softly against him.

"Oh, Hermione. What am I going to do with you?" Harry crooned. Hermione knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her. Being so close to him in her current state, so that she could feel the rumble of his voice in her chest, hear is heartbeat, be immersed in his masculine scent, and feel his magic surge to life in tandem with his growing arousal, it was enough to work her into a frenzy.

"Fuck me. Oh please, fuck me. I need your cock." She begged aloud, beaming to him not quite coherent barrage of thoughts, sentiments, emotions to get across her desperation. Whatever you want. I'll do anything. This cunt is yours. I'll be your little sex toy. PLEASE.

With a growl Harry claimed her mouth, and Hermione readily submitted to him, letting him snog the living daylights and parting her legs for him as he aligned his body to hers and pressed her body into the unforgiving stone floor. She could feel Harry's erection pressed against her core. His magic projected through the many layers of fabric like they were nothing, compelling Hermione to gyrate her hips- dry humping her way to another mini-orgasm.

Harry struggled with the many layers of her clothes until, with a soft huff of frustration he said "Screw it.". Wordlessly and wandlessly her vanished her clothes. She felt his magic flare up powerfully at the feat, and it then rushed across her body like water, scorching her every nerve in exquisite pleasure.

Tears leaked from her eyes as her mouth gaped open, the noise she let out sounding more like something a wounded animal would make than a human being. Her back arched and her legs splayed themselves open, thrusting her chest into the air and exposing her crotch- effectively presenting herself to him. As clever as she was, there wasn't a part of her that wasn't completely enthralled, consumed by a powerful, desperate need.

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"Oh my god." Susan breathed. When Harry had said 'potions accident' before running out of the room, she hadn't been expecting this. The fumes from whatever Hermione had been cooking up were heady enough, she couldn't imagine what actually drinking it would do.

She'd just watched Hermione who had the most intimidating intellect out of anyone she knew, be reduced to a wailing wreck- crudely begging for Harry's cock, humping his body like a dog, or some Veela addled teenage boy. How would she behave if she drank the potion? She imagined herself in Hermione's position, so consumed by lust she can't even think, begging for Harry helplessly on the floor. She couldn't help the thrill at the thought. She should be ashamed… would normally be ashamed to put herself in that position. Why was she allowing herself to imagine it now?

Then there was Harry. His display of power when he vanished Hermione's clothes left an impression on Susan as well- though perhaps not in the same way. It was… impressive. Perhaps it was fitting that she was attracted to power, and Harry had it in spades. The fact that he could probably beat her in a duel without a wand and then have his way with her… the image of him naked, despite her best efforts effortlessly ridding her of her wand, vanishing her clothes and forcing her to her knees flashed in her mind, and she felt an unexpectedly strong throb in her core.

"Eep!" She squeaked as she rocked in place, bouncing from one foot to the other with nervous energy. Harry was undressing himself now, and while she wasn't sure how… present Hermione was, Susan was enjoying the show… a lot. She was feeling flushed now, her entire body awakening as her eyes were caught by each new expanse of flesh Harry unveiled.

Why was she feeling like this? So unrestrained? She'd normally be feeling at least a little insecure, nagging thoughts in the back of her mind, but now… nothing. Then it came to her. Of course. The potion. Its fumes were affecting her. She moved to the cauldron and was her face was blasted with a waft of fumes. She really should take care of that potion, but her eyes caught on Harry, and she paused. He hadn't wasted any time, with a single minded focus he was now fucking Hermione, who was nothing more than a moaning, wailing puddle on the floor. Susan was transfixed by his physicality, his strength and control as he funneled everything into completely destroying one Hermione Granger.

As Susan approached she realized that he was talking to Hermione in a low growl- stream of consciousness. "Such a slut for my cock. Fucking take it. So desperate. You pretend you don't but you know you fucking need it." That wasn't his normal style of dirty talk, at least not with Hermione. The potion must be affecting him too, unleashing him.

As a matter of fact, Susan felt a bit unleashed as well. Why should she try and stop it? She'd never felt like this before… so free, liberated. Hell, she felt sexy, sexier than she ever had, and all she wanted to do was watch Harry utterly ruin her friend before she herself got a properly shagged. She ran her hands down her body, letting out a pleased moan as she embraced the rising heat in her body. "Yes."

She continued to touch herself, rubbing and stroking her chest, abdomen, and thighs as she watched Harry and Hermione. Slowly, she got bolder in a way she might have been embarrassed about earlier, unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her bra so she could fondle her breasts, slipping her panties down to tease her slit. Eventually, Harry's dirty talk changed "I'm gonna cum in you. I know you fucking want it. I'm gonna fill your little cunt up." Susan perked in interest as Harry broke his pace, moaning euphorically as he rammed himself home. She loved seeing that expression of unadulterated pleasure on Harry's face, his eyes drifting shut and his teeth digging into his lower lip.

Hermione had a much more… exuberant reaction to Harry peak. Susan was sure that she'd been in a state of near constant orgasm since Harry had started fucking her, but when he came… Susan was at a loss to fully describe it. Hermione's eyes flew open, staring unseeing at the ceiling. Her mouth gaped open as well as she shrieked inhumanely, as if she were under torture. She'd been shaking erratically since… well since before they'd gotten into the room, but as Harry came everything sort of synched up. Her body coiled and thrummed to the tune of Harry's orgasm from the spasming of her muscles to her breathing

Well after Harry had finished, Hermione seemed to be in her own little world, trembling and moaning softly to herself while Harry regained his bearings. "Got any left for me, sexy?" Susan purred. Any misgivings she might have had melted away when Harry turned to her. His eyes seemed to ignite when he saw her, taking her in predatorily. She'd already done most of the work of undressing herself- just wearing an unbuttoned blouse and a skirt. Susan, meanwhile, was treated to a full-frontal view of him as he approached- his body flushed and tense, his glistening cock rapidly returning to fullness, and that look in his eyes… like he wanted to devour her.

The closed the last of the distance between them like two magnets, practically leaping for each other. Their mouths clashed as Harry made good on his unspoken desire to devour her. Susan had to admit- he was a remarkably gifted kisser. Her legs wrapped around Harry's waist and her hands dug into the nape of his neck and back, forcing him closer. Harry backed her onto a bench and began to haphazardly remove her remained clothes. "You're so damn sexy like this, Susan."

"Acting like a slut?" Susan offered recklessly. It wasn't a term any of them used often in dirty talk, with so many of them being ostracized as 'sluts' the label was a bit touchy, but Susan found the forbidden nature of it titillating. After spending so much time policing herself, she wanted to be a little naughty.

"Is that what you are Susan? Are you a slut?" Harry pressed.

With hooded eyes, Susan responded huskily "For you."

Harry growled as his lips claimed hers once more, but this time he brought his hand to her crotch, fingers probing her slick slit and easily slipping deeper. He pulled back triumphantly, enjoying Susan's quiet moans as he continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers. "You really are gagging for it, aren't you? Tell me how much you want me."

"You're so damn sexy, Harry. I want it. I want you. I want you to-" She reached down, her hand closing around his cock and tugging it towards her "Fuck me. Take that fucking cock and show me just how much of a slut I can be."

Harry dragged his cock along her slit, rubbing his cockhead against her clit teasingly. "Susan, when I'm through with you, you wont even know your own name."

"Shit." Susan cursed "You… tease. You want me to beg? Like your slutty bookworm over there did?"

"That'd be nice." Harry smirked teasingly. Her attempts to force the situation by bucking her hips and using her legs to drag Harry closer were stymied- he was just stronger than her, but she wasn't done yet.

"My pussy's so wet for you. Can't you feel it?" Susan moaned "Imagine how good its gonna feel, when you thrust this throbbing cock into it." She once again grabbed his shaft "So warm and wet and desperate for you. You can unload these balls" Her hand gently fondled his testicles "right into my waiting cunt again and again until I'm a mess on the floor like Hermione." The words spilled from her mouth before her mind could even process them, working them both up with the impromptu fantasy.

Harry's eyes were blazing, and he once again brought their lips together for a brief yet intense kiss. "Alright." He said "You win."

Susan barely had time to process those words. With one, quick thrust, Harry smoothly sheathed himself in her, and in no time flat he'd built up an unforgiving tempo. He was fucking her much like he'd been fucking Hermione- like some prize bull with a single-minded goal of releasing himself in her.

Except, this time Susan was the one who talked. "Fuck me. Yeah, give me that fucking cock. So fucking hard for me. You can't wait to pump your cum in my pussy. I'm so wet for you." She egged him on, delighting in just how out of control he was. She felt so sexy, knowing that she'd inspired such passion from him.

"Fuck. I'm close." Harry cursed, redoubling his thrusting.

Susan reached down and rubbed viciously at her clit. "Cum in me! Fucking cum!" She yelled "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" They came together, Susan throwing her head back and screaming to the heavens as such a blissful release overtook her.

They spent the next few minutes just laying together, drifting down from their highs. "That was just lovely." Susan said, smiling "So, so lovely."

"You were brilliant." Harry smiled back. "That was… pretty intense."

"That potion is something." Susan agreed "Hermione, you up yet? How should we take care of the potion?"

Hermione had been laying still on the floor for a while, but stirred when Susan spoke to her, slowing picking herself up from the floor. "The potion. Right, we should… errr…" She fumbled as her eyes landed on Harry. Her cheeks flushed, her breath hitched, and her gaze became distant.

"The potion hasn't worn off completely has it?" Harry asked, Hermione just nodded as she tried and failed to get ahold of herself.

"Merlin… Harry. I'm sorry, but I still just need it." Harry smiled reassuringly and kissed her. Susan knew from experience that it would soon lead to much more. She smirked and sat back, making herself comfortable. She had no qualms about enjoying the show.