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"Is that all then?" Harry asked once the interrogation was done, flicking his wand to stop the quill. He grabbed the parchment and looked it over, nodding.

"Yes," she replied, faking a morose expression before she looked at him and bit her lower lip softly. "Say… Potter… do you really have to turn me in?"

"Hmm? Obviously I do," Harry replied with a chuckle.

Pansy looked at him and leaned back before she spread her legs apart, smirking when his eyes found their solace in the glaring space between her legs.

"I'm sure we could reach some sort of… compromise," she whispered, as sexily as she could.

Harry's eyes remained trained on the spot between her legs and he could see that she was wearing a black lace underneath.

'Nothing but the most expensive for the most spoiled brats of Britain,' he thought to himself.

"You know how these things work, Parkinson, being from a family of cunts, after all," Harry replied with a chuckle, ignoring how her jaw tightened at the insult. She maintained her sultry expression, however, and Harry had to give it to her. She was one determined bitch. Looking at her with a meaningful smirk, he leaned back and made himself comfortable.

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed firmly. Pansy hid a sneer and did as she was told.

"Crawl toward me."

She was slightly taken aback by the authoritative tone, having never heard him speak like that. A part of her could not help but tingle at the way he was treating her.

Down on her hands and knees, Pansy began slowly crawling forward, head bowed as a submissive, until her head was between his legs.

"Kneel on your knees now."

Pansy obeyed, no matter how much she wanted to just get it over with. One spell was all it would have taken for her to kill him, but she knew she could not give her hand away until he was at his weakest. A small misstep would spell her doom.

"Unzip me."

She slowly lifted her hands to reach for the zip when he interrupted her.

"Not with your hands. You have that bitchy mouth, don't you? Use it."

Although slightly surprised, Pansy complied. She reached forward and could not help but inhale his masculine scent as her teeth held the zip. She slowly dragged it down.

"See? You're good at following instructions. No wonder you made it to NEWT potions, despite Snape being the bastard that he was," Harry smirked. "You can use your hands to pull my pants down now."

Pansy obliged, unbuttoning him first before pulling them down. Despite not having been instructed, she took off his shoes and socks as well, leaving his lower body clad in only his boxers. The small tent was already visible, and she mentally scoffed at the thought of what a small dick he had.

"My shirt now, if you would," Harry replied, having taken off his jacket already. "Uh-huh, stay on your knees while you do it."

Pansy paused and lowered herself to her knees once again as she reached upward. Her eyes remained trained downward as she unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Once she was done, she pulled it off his body and threw it to the side.

"I'm not an entirely cruel bastard, Parkinson. You can look," he said with a chuckle, and Pansy did as she had been doing so far. She obliged.

Her eyes ran over his body and she could not help but admit to herself that he was one handsome bloke. He was not built like a bodybuilder but he had a perfectly toned body with visible musculature. Too bad the same could not be said about his manhood which, while not visible yet, did not seem promising.

"You left something," he remarked, looking meaningfully at her. He could see the fire in her eyes even though she maintained that façade of a willing participant and he smirked. Degrading someone had never been more fitting.

Pansy grabbed the waistband of his boxers and Harry lifted his hips. She pulled them off and as she looked at his manhood, her eyes shot open in surprise.

'It's barely hard, and yet it's as big as Draco's,' she thought to herself, reevaluating her previous analysis of his appendage.

"Well? Go on, put that bitchy mouth to some better use," he instructed.

Pansy had some choice words for this son of a bitch but now was not the time to act out. Her plan was progressing nicely and it required her to comply. Nodding like the little submissive she was portraying herself, she reached forward and made to grab his cock which was still not fully erect.

"Stop," he instructed, and she abruptly paused, looking up at him in confusion. He smirked. "Hands behind your back and lean forward. Play with my balls for a bit. And put yourself into it. I'd hate it if you slack off, and trust me, I'll know."

Pansy was surprised by the demand. She had thought he'd ask for a normal blowjob, and she would stimulate him so much that the moment he was about to erupt, she would take him out. However, it seemed she had underestimated his depravity. Having no choice but to follow, and to the best of her ability at that, she leaned forward and gave his testicles a long lick.

Harry smirked as he watched her worship his balls.

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