Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Nathan wandered aimlessly the dark corridors hectically looking for any Sign of Pansy. He's never seen her that angry and it was incredibly terrifying to see her like that. A sudden bang tore him from his thoughts. Shortly after another bang followed. 'Could be Peeves', thought Nathan, but it was the only clue, so he began to move in the direction of these explosions. He didn't have to search long, the explosions came from a unused classroom in immediate vicinity. Slowly he opend the door and looked inside. The entire room was in ruins, the floor covered with the shattered remains of desks, the air thick with dust from pulverized furniture. In the middle of the room stood Pansy, her back to the door, wand raised in her hand. Nathan could hear her breathing heavily. Then, as if she knew she was being watched, she turned quickly toward the door, her cloak billowing behind her. “It's just me,” Nathan said, trying to sound calm. Pansy lowered her wand wearily, and Nathan ventured a few steps closer. The Moonlight cut through the thick air in the room.
It illuminated Pansy's face, which was a mask of fury and something else—something Nathan couldn’t quite name. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The dust settled around her like a shroud, clinging to her raven hair and the dark robes that hugged her curves.
Nathan stepped further into the room, his boots crunching over broken wood and shattered glass. "Pansy," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "What the fuck happened here?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned back to the wreckage, her wand still clenched tightly in her hand.
The tip of it glowed faintly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. "You wouldn't understand, Nathan," she spat, her voice rough with something raw and unfiltered. "None of you ever do."
Nathan took another step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the tension radiating off her, thick and suffocating. "You know that I do. " he said calmly. Nathan moved one step closer to her, this time she moved back. Nathan chose a different approach, he sat down right where he stood and said: "We don't have to talk. We can just sit here in the dark. I just don't want you to get yourself trouble because of some intolerant Hufflepuffs of all people." Nathan leaned back against the cold stone wall, the rough texture biting into his shoulders.
"I wouldn't get in Trouble.", she growled, still standing about 2 Meter apart leaing against the wall. "Yeah, right. You've blown up an entire classroom. Also, remember when you've heard rumors of a gaint chessboard under the school and tried to enter the old dungeons?", reminded Nathan her slightly smiling. "Different Story.", she replied briefly, But Nathan thought he heard that mischievous undertone he loved so much. Nathan also noticed how her grip around her wand loosend for a moment. "McGonagall had you in Detention for 2 weeks every day.", he added. "Yes, I do remember.", Pansy groaned, now definitely with her mischievous undertone. Nathan smiled slightly, he had her now. "You know, I could have helped you. You didn't have to do this alone.", he said, nodding to the mess around them. "I don't need help.", she muttered, but her voice was softer now, less sharp. Nathan stood up and walked over to her, stopping just out of arm's reach. "Yeah, you do.", he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You're not as tough as you pretend to be." Pansy's eyes sparkled dangerously, but before she could retort, a loud *crack* echoed through the corridor outside. Both of them froze. Footsteps. Heavy ones. Nathan's stomach dropped.
The footsteps were getting closer. He glanced at Pansy, whose expression had hardened again, her fingers tightening around her wand. "Shit," he muttered under his breath.
The footsteps stopped just outside the door.
Pansy raised her wand, her stance shifting into something more defensive. "Colloportus", she whispered pointing her wand at the door, which promtly locked itself with a silent click. The footsteps outside paused for a moment, then resumed their march down the corridor. The footsteps grew quieter until they could no longer be heard. Only now did Nathan notice how close they were standing to each other. That wasn't unusual in itself; they had been friends for years, but that night her closeness felt different than usual. She stood directly behind him, her body still pressing gently against his back as she spoke another spell. "Muffliato." The deafening spell. Noone who would come close to this classroom would be able to hear what was going on inside. Then to Nathan disappointment she moved away from him.
"That'll buy us some time.", she said. Nathan looked at her, her eyes were still sparkling dangerously, but her lips were slightly parted. He could feel the tension between them, thick and electric. The footsteps outside paused, then moved away.
Pansy exhaled sharply, her shoulders relaxing slightly. The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged.
"Now that we're alone, I wanted to ask you something, Nathan.", said Pansy, with something in her voice that Nathan never heard there. Uncertainty. Immediately Nathan's mind started racing. He knew he should have said something, anything, but his tongue felt like a dead weight in his mouth. Pansy’s gaze was fixed on him, her dark eyes searching his face with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. The air between them was thick, charged with something unspoken, something dangerous.
"Ask me what?" Nathan finally managed, his voice barely keeping his voice from cracking.
"So...", Pansy began, but hesitated, her fingers twitching at her side. The way she looked at him—searching, almost desperate—made Nathan’s chest tighten. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her breath hitched when he took a step closer. The air between them was electric, thick with something neither of them had ever dared to name. Nathan repeated, his voice rougher now, his pulse hammering in his throat. He could see the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. "Why is this so difficult?", Pansy muttered under her breath, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. Her dark eyes flickered with frustration, but there was something else there too—something raw and vulnerable that made Nathan’s stomach clench. "Ah fuck it.", she sighed and with incredible speed, she approached Nathan, cupped his face with her hands, and kissed him. Before Nathan could even react to her kiss she backed away.
Her eyes were wide, her lips parted and glistening. She looked as surprised as he felt. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. The word hung between them, heavy and charged.
Nathan’s mind raced. He had wanted this for years—*years*—but never like this. Never when she was this raw, this *unhinged*. Never when the air between them was thick with the scent of dust and magic and something darker.
"Pansy," he said, his voice rough, his fingers twitching at his sides. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her back, but he didn’t dare. Not yet.
Nat was still standing in front of Pansy, his lips still tingling from her kiss. His mind was racing. He had wanted this for so long, but he had never imagined it would happen like this. The air between them was thick with tension, and Nat could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the way Pansy's chest rose and fell with each breath, her lips slightly parted, her eyes locked onto his. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it was driving him crazy.
"Pansy..." he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out his hand, hesitantly, and brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face.
His fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with her skin, feeling the warmth of her cheek, the softness of her hair. Pansy didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before snapping back open, dark and intense.
"Don’t you *dare* say anything," she whispered, her voice rough, edged with something desperate. "Not a fucking word, Nat."
Nat swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her breath hitched as his fingers traced the line of her jaw.
"I love you." Nathan ignored Pansys threat , his voice low and rough as he spoke the words that had been burning inside him for years. The confession hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable.
Pansy didn't answer with words. Instead, her fingers curled into the front of Nathan's robes, yanking him forward with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs. Her mouth crashed against his, not with the hesitant brush of lips from before, but with a raw, desperate hunger that left no room for doubt. Her teeth grazed his lower lip, biting just hard enough to make him gasp before her tongue slid past his lips, claiming him with a possessive stroke that sent heat flooding through his veins.
Nathan stumbled back half a step, his shoulders hitting the cold stone wall behind him, but Pansy followed, pressing her body against his with an urgency that left no space between them. The taste of her was intoxicating. Pansy’s tongue tangled with his, hot and demanding, as she pressed him harder against the wall. Her hands were everywhere—yanking at his robes, tugging at his shirt, fingers digging into his skin like she was trying to claw her way inside him. Nathan groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him so she could feel how hard he was for her.
She broke the kiss only long enough to snarl, *"Fuck, Nat, you’ve been driving me mad for years,"* before her lips were on his again, her teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
The metallic tang of it only made her kiss him harder, her hands tearing at his robes until they hung open, his bare chest exposed to the cool air of the ruined classroom. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, she shoved him backward—hard.
His back hit the cold stone floor with a grunt, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs as Pansy loomed over him, her dark hair wild around her face, her eyes burning with something feral. Before he could react, she planted one foot on his chest, pressing down just enough to make him hiss. The sharp sting of her heel through his shirt sent a jolt of pain through him, but the way her lips curled into a smirk told him she wasn’t done.
*"You like that. I know you do. I saw you starting at my feet last year, when we were at the lake."* she growled, shifting her weight so that her foot pressed harder. She stood over him like a goddess, his goddess.
The moonlight through the broken windows painted her in silver, highlighting the sharp angles of her face, the way her dark hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders. Her robes were still slightly askew from their struggle, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made Nathan’s pulse hammer. She was tall, untouchable—yet the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, told him she was anything but. She was elegant, even now, even with her foot pressed against his chest, her expression wild and untamed.
Nathan swallowed hard, his fingers flexing against the cold stone floor. He could feel the weight of her there, the heat of her skin through the fabric of his shirt. The pain was sharp, but it only made him ache for her more.
His cock throbbed against his trousers, straining against the fabric, desperate for release. Pansy’s smirk widened as she noticed, her foot pressing down harder, grinding into his chest just enough to make him hiss.
*"You’re pathetic,"* she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, but the way her pupils dilated betrayed her. She was just as turned on as he was. *"Look at you, already so hard for me. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?"*
Nathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—all he could do was stare up at her, his breath ragged, his body trembling beneath her. She was right. He *had* been waiting.
For years. For this moment. For *her*.
Nathan’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as Pansy’s boot pressed deeper into his chest, her heel digging into the flesh just above his collarbone. The pain was a white-hot brand, but it only made his cock throb harder, the ache between his legs bordering on agony. He could feel the damp heat of precome already soaking through his trousers, his hips twitching involuntarily beneath her.
*"Fuck,"* he groaned, his voice thick with need, his fingers curling into the stone floor as if he could anchor himself to something—anything—before he lost control completely.
Pansy’s smirk deepened, her dark eyes gleaming with triumph as she slowly, deliberately, lifted her foot from his chest.
The movement was agonizingly slow, her boot sliding up his torso, the polished leather catching on the fabric of his robes, the heat of her skin burning through the material. Her toes brushed against his collarbone, then his throat, the pressure just firm enough to make him swallow hard. His pulse hammered in his ears, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she brought her foot higher, her heel pressing lightly against his jaw.
*"Take it off,"* she commanded, her voice low and rough, her foot hovering just inches from his lips. The scent of leather and sweat and something darker—something *hers*—filled his senses, making his head spin.
Nat’s fingers trembled as he reached up, but Pansy interrupted him. "With your Teeth."
she added, her voice a low, dangerous purr.
Nathan’s breath hitched. The command sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock, his balls tightening painfully. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, the way her dark eyes burned into his skin, daring him to disobey. But he wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever.
He leaned forward, his lips parting as he took the toe of her boot between his teeth. The leather was warm, slightly damp from the sweat of her skin, and the taste of her—salt and something sweet—filled his mouth.
Nathan’s teeth grazed the polished surface, his jaw working slowly as he tugged at the laces, his tongue flicking against the smooth leather. The sound of his own breathing was loud in his ears, ragged and desperate, his cock throbbing painfully against his trousers.
Pansy watched him with dark, hungry eyes, her lips slightly parted as she leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. The position pushed them up, the swell of her cleavage visible above the neckline of her robes. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath them—Nat could see the faint outline of her nipples, hard and straining against the fabric.
The sight of her like this, so confident, so *dominant*, made his cock twitch violently in his trousers. He could feel the damp heat of precome already soaking through the fabric, his hips jerking helplessly as he worked the laces free with his teeth.
Pansy let out a soft, approving hum as the boot finally slipped from her foot, her toes curling against his lips. *"Good boy,"* she murmured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. *"You’re such a good fucking boy for me, aren’t you?"*
Nat groaned around the leather, his tongue flicking out to trace the arch of her foot, tasting the salt of her skin through her stockings.
The boot fell away with a soft thud, and Pansy’s bare toes curled against his lips, pressing just hard enough to make him gasp. Her stocking-clad foot slid down his chest, her toes tracing a slow, deliberate path over his collarbone, down his sternum, until they brushed against the straining bulge in his trousers. The heat of her skin through the thin fabric made him shudder, his hips jerking upward involuntarily.
*"Look at you,"* Pansy murmured, her voice a dark, velvety purr as she pressed her foot harder against his cock. *"Already so fucking desperate for me. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you, Nat?” Pansy’s voice was a low, dangerous purr as her stocking-clad foot pressed harder against the bulge in his trousers. The heat of her skin through the fabric was almost unbearable, and Nat’s hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure—*anything* to ease the throbbing ache between his legs.
“I have” he groaned, his fingers digging into the stone floor as he fought to keep himself from coming undone right then and there. His cock was so hard it hurt, the fabric of his trousers stretched taut over the thick length of him.
"For you have been such a good boy, I will allow you to remove you trousers." Pansy said, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she leaned against the wall, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. The moonlight streamed through the shattered windows, casting her in a silver glow, highlighting the sharp angles of her face and the way her dark hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders. Her robes were still slightly askew, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made Nathan's pulse race.
Nathan didn't hesitate. His fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed them down his hips. The cool air of the ruined classroom hit his skin, making him shiver.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with precome. Pansy’s dark eyes locked onto it, her lips parting slightly as she took in the sight of him—bare, exposed, *desperate* for her.
*"Fuck, Nat,"* she breathed, her voice rough with hunger. *"Look at you. Already leaking for me."*
Her foot pressed harder against his cock, the smooth nylon of her stocking sliding against the sensitive skin. The friction was almost too much, his hips jerking up involuntarily as a groan tore from his throat. His fingers dug into the stone floor, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back.
The way Pansy looked at him—like he was something delicious she was about to devour—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through his veins. His cock twitched under her foot, the tip already slick with precome, a bead of it glistening in the moonlight before dripping down the shaft.
"Fuck, Nat," she murmured again, her voice thick with something dark and possessive. "You’ve been *wasting* this?" Her foot slid lower, her toes brushing against his balls, the pressure just firm enough to make him hiss.
The sensation was electric, his cock twitching violently as she teased him, her touch light and deliberate, driving him mad with need.
Pansy’s foot slid up the length of him again, her toes curling around the base, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch. The pressure was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down his spine.
*"You like that, don’t you?"* she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. *"You like being at my mercy, don’t you, Nat?"*
He couldn’t answer. His mouth was dry, his tongue thick in his throat as he stared up at her, his body trembling beneath her control. The way she looked at him—like she owned him, like she *knew* him—made his pulse race.
Pansy’s dark eyes burned into his as she slowly slid her foot up his shaft, her toes tracing the thick vein that pulsed along the underside of his cock. The sensation was maddening, the heat of her skin through the nylon of her stocking making his hips jerk involuntarily."* she murmured, her voice a low, dangerous purr. *"You’ve been dreaming about this for years, haven’t you?
Dreaming about me controlling you like this?"* Pansy’s voice was a velvet whip, her foot pressing down just enough to make his cock throb painfully. She leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she watched him with predatory intensity. *"Well, you’re not getting off that easily."* Her toes curled around his shaft, squeezing just shy of what he needed—just enough to make his hips buck helplessly against her foot. *"Not until I say so."* Pansy’s foot lifted from his cock with deliberate slowness, her toes dragging along his shaft in a final, teasing caress before she stepped forward. The sudden absence of pressure made Nathan whimper—an embarrassingly needy sound that tore from his throat before he could stop it. His hips jerked upward instinctively, chasing the ghost of her touch, but she was already gone, her shadow falling over him like a dark promise.
She stood above his chest, her robes parting just enough to reveal the pale white lace of her panties—so sheer they might as well have been nothing at all. The fabric clung to the curve of her, the damp heat between her thighs visible even in the dim light. Nathan’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach as he stared up at her, his fingers curling into the cold stone beneath him.
The sight of her standing over him like that—her dark robes parting just enough to reveal the pale white lace of her panties—made his mouth go dry. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the damp heat between her thighs visible even in the dim light. He could *smell* her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—and it made his head spin.
Pansy smirked down at him, her dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous. *"You want this, don’t you?"* she murmured, her voice low and rough. *"You’ve been *begging* for it for years, haven’t you?"*
Nathan nodded heavily, driven by his lust.
"Yes, please. Please, Pansy," he groaned, his voice thick with need. His cock twitched violently against his stomach, the tip already slick with precome. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her breath hitched as she looked down at him.
Pansy’s smirk deepened, her dark eyes burning into his as she slowly, deliberately, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. The lace stretched taut over her hips before she slid them down her thighs, the fabric catching on her stockings for a moment before she stepped out of them entirely.
The sight of her—bare, exposed, *glistening* for him—made Nathan’s breath hitch. Her cunt was swollen, the lips parted just enough to reveal the glistening pink flesh beneath, already slick with arousal. The scent of her—musky, sweet, *intoxicating*—filled the air, making his head spin.
Pansy’s fingers trailed down her stomach, her nails digging into the soft flesh just above her hip as she stepped forward, her thighs parting just enough to give him a better view. The way she looked at him—like she was about to devour him whole—made his cock twitch violently against his stomach. "It's getting quit hot in here, don't you think?", she whispered. And with that being said, she pulled out her wand and with a swift swing of it, she let her remaining clothes disappear, now standing completely naked above him.
The sight of her was enough to make his heart stop. Her body was a work of art, every curve and angle sculpted to perfection. Her breasts were small but still big enough to fill his hands, the nipples hard and dark, begging to be touched. Her waist was narrow, flaring out into hips that were made for gripping, for holding onto as he drove into her. But it was what was between her legs that made his breath catch in his throat.
Pansy’s cunt was a masterpiece of temptation, the lips swollen and glistening with her arousal, already parted just enough to reveal the delicate pink flesh beneath. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled the air, making his head spin. She was wet, so wet that he could see the slickness coating her inner thighs, the evidence of her desire dripping down her legs. Her clit was already peeking out from its hood, swollen and throbbing, begging for attention.
Nathan’s mouth watered at the sight of it, his cock aching with the need to bury himself inside her. But Pansy wasn’t done teasing him yet.
She stepped forward, her bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor as she straddled his chest, her knees bracketing his shoulders. The position left her cunt hovering just inches above his face, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Nathan could see every detail—the way her inner lips glistened with her juices, the way her thighs trembled slightly with anticipation.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice rough with need.
Nathan didn’t hesitate. He parted his lips, his tongue already flicking out to taste her.
Pansy’s breath hitched as she lowered herself onto his face, her wet heat pressing against his mouth. The first contact was electric—her slick folds sliding over his tongue, the salty-sweet taste of her arousal flooding his senses. He groaned against her, his hands flying up to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down harder against his face.
"Fuck, *yes*," Pansy hissed, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she ground herself against his mouth. "That’s it, Nat—*lick me like you mean it*."
Nathan didn’t need to be told twice.