Crime and Punishment- Part 2

AN: I was surprised to see this win, especially by so much, when it took so long to make it out of the 'Prompt Poll', but that happens sometimes. Hope you enjoy!

Casting-

Pansy- Miss Bo

“You really expect me to believe a word of what you just said?” Hermione’s disbelief was perfectly understandable given her track record. Of everyone she’d been awful to over the years, Hermione took the brunt of it so, Pansy dreaded this apology more than any other.

Nearly everyone in the school was at lunch in the Great Hall. There were some who would think it was merely a ploy to make herself look better, she was sure, but Harry had insisted, and she didn’t have any intention of disappointing him. Not after the night he gave me.  

Pansy sighed but remained calm. I spent years earning this sort of reaction.  “Honestly, no, I don’t expect you to do anything. I’ve been an utter bitch to you for seven years, well six I suppose considering you weren’t around last year, and it’s hard to accept that people can change.” She glanced in Harry’s direction where he sat nearby and couldn’t help but remember how lovely the incentives were that helped to motivate this change.

“But…”

“But my apology is sincere all the same. I was taught to believe that Voldemort was the greatest wizard to ever live from a very young age. The reality of who he really was, what he really was, opened my eyes. If that was a lie, what else was?” There were some whispered words from the many, no-so-subtle snoopers around them.

Hermione frowned up at her for a long time, and Pansy found it difficult not to fidget. It reminded her of being reprimanded by her mother as a child. Finally, she just nodded her head, “Right, thanks for the apology I suppose. Words only mean so much though. We’ll find out whether you really mean it with time.”

It wasn’t forgiveness, not that she really expected it from Hermione most of all, but it was acceptance and willingness to put it behind them, “We will.”

With that she turned and walked back to the Slytherin table. There were some quizzical looks from some of her peers, and some hateful ones as well from the people who still genuinely believed the nonsense the Dark Lord spouted. The latter could pound sand as far as Pansy was concerned.

One of the former group was Millicent who slid down the table to speak with her quietly, “What was all that about then? Finally gotten tired of all the obnoxious bastards who decided to make you their punching bag?”

“That was because it was the right thing to do.” Pansy told her, before quietly adding, “And yes, I’m tired of their nonsense. If making apologies about things I genuinely feel remorse for will finally put an end to it, then that’s what I’m going to do.” The fact Harry intended to help her in that endeavor would stay between them. For now, at least.

“Prudent.” Millicent complimented her, “I only hope that I don’t become another one of their targets if you manage to rehabilitate your image.”

“I’d wager you’re safe, Milly.” She’d always been rather awkward and quiet and had largely kept to herself even in the years before the war. She certainly wasn’t throwing around insults at every turn the way that I did. And only a fool would think that she took part in the Carrows ‘lessons’ willingly. “But Nott on the other hand, he might find himself in some trouble if they take their sights off me.”

He’d taken part in the lessons almost gleefully, and it was only her actions at the Battle of Hogwarts that seemed to make most people forget.

“Best of luck to you…” The bell tolled and people started hopping out of their seats to head to their next class, if they had them, “I’ll see you later.”

Pansy nodded and made her way out the door with a few other Slytherins and to the nearest set of stairs that led down toward the dungeons. She had potions for her next class, and while she looked forward to it more when Snape taught it, and who could blame her given his blatant favoritism, Slughorn was still a good teacher.

Though, as she stepped through the door into the classroom, she was rather confused by the bottleneck as everyone was waiting to take their seats. The jovial man clapped as he informed them, “A slight change to things today, ladies and gentlemen. You’ll each be working with a partner, and a new one at that.”

“Why, professor?” It was Michael Corner that asked.

“Because as I was recently reminded, many of the greatest innovations in potion making have come as collaborations. For those of you that intend to pursue this as a career it’s important that you’re able to work with people whether you know them well, or not.”

Somehow, Pansy had a sinking suspicion that she wasn’t going to enjoy this. She was proven correct almost immediately as he said the very first pairing, “Parkinson and Longbottom, over here.”

Pansy’s face scrunched as though she’d swallowed something sour. She was fully aware that Neville wasn’t the incompetent wizard that she ridiculed him as in their younger years, but he still wasn’t a deft hand at potions. Why did he even bother with it considering how Snape treated him for years?

When she saw him looking rather forlornly at his usual partner, Hannah Abbott, it made more sense. Moving to their workstation, she placed her kit down and waited for him to join her. He greeted her with a bland, “Parkinson.”

“Longbottom.” It occurred to her that he was another one of the people she really needed to apologize to. Hopefully, I don’t have anything more to add to it by the end of the lesson. To make matters worse, Harry was partnered up with Daphne right behind them.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve all done the required reading so let’s begin. Veritiserum requires incredible diligence, and fine detail, just as any of this course’s potions. Turn to page sixty-seven and if you have any questions I’ll be around to help.” They were beginning the rather arduous task of brewing the truth serum, and Pansy wasn’t looking forward to working with Longbottom for the month it would take.

He started out badly in her estimation as he lit the fire beneath the cauldron before any of the other ingredients had even been added. She immediately flicked her wand to douse them, “If you’d bothered to look beyond the first direction, Longbottom, you’d see that it says that the first ingredient is meant to be added to a cold cauldron, and gently brought up to temperature.”

He was not the easily cowed boy that he’d been years ago, “Right, sorry about that. I’ll just go and grab the powdered unicorn horn then, shall I?”

“It would be far more useful, yes.” As he turned and headed to the ingredient’s cupboard, Pansy could feel eyes on her. Turning, she found Harry looking at her. Hiding her blush, she snapped back around and took a calming breath. Control yourself, be calm, be kind. But there was another traitorous voice in her head that was urging something entirely different. Or… poke the hippogriff and see how it works out…

That thought was oddly enticing, but she knew that she was trying to create a new image for herself. Maybe if I do something that only Harry sees. Her inner thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Longbottom with the aforementioned powdered unicorn horn.

The rest of the lesson went by painfully slowly. She gently, at least by her standard, corrected Neville twice more as he didn’t seem to know the difference between a fine and rough chop and almost started stirring counterclockwise when it quite clearly said clockwise.

But none of it was really bothering her, not really anyway. Of course not. It’s not as though all he has to do is read the bloody instructions properly or anything.

She lost her patience entirely when he went to raise the temperature beneath the cauldron again. Her hand darted out to catch his hand before he had the chance, “Merlin’s saggy trousers Longbottom! I know that your great-uncle threw you off a balcony at one point, but did your grandmother beat you over the head with a frying pan or something as well?! Because that’s the only excuse I can think of for why you refuse to read! It’s not that hard, I promise. Toddlers manage it all the time!” She pointed to the direction on the page where it quite clearly said ‘gently simmer’, not ‘boil hot enough that it would be right at home in hell.’

This wasn’t the Neville of her first year, so he didn’t cower at her anger, or even rise to it, but he did look rather embarrassed and contritely said, “Sorry… must’ve misread it.”

“Ahem… problem?” Professor Slughorn almost made her jump.

“No, professor.” She released his hand quickly.

He peaked into their cauldron and smiled, “It seems to be coming along nicely, keep up the good work.”

“Thank you, professor.” With that, he left them alone and Pansy became acutely aware of eyes on her. Chancing a glance back behind her, she found Harry staring at her intently and she had a feeling that even if no one else knew about her exchange with Neville, he certainly did, and he didn’t seem happy about it.

The intensity in his gaze sent a tingle down her spine and her thoughts were entirely inappropriate given the circumstances. Wonder if he’s going to punish me again? It seems that her earlier thoughts had won out, inadvertently as far as she was willing to admit, and she had indeed poked the hippogriff.

Suddenly, she found herself anticipating the end of the lesson for a completely different reason. The rest of the lesson went off without any further mistakes from Neville. Maybe he took my rebuke to heart…  And they finished somewhere in the middle of the class. Harry and Daphne were among the first to finish, which was rather unsurprising given what she knew about the latter’s skill at potions.

“I’ll let you manage the clean down this time, Longbottom.” Pansy informed him as she packed up her kit, “We’ll trade off until the potion is finished, agreed?”

“Sure, sounds fair.” He seemed rather happy about it, but again that was probably because Hannah Abbott had yet to finish.

With that settled, she made her way out of the classroom. As she turned the corner down the next corridor, she bounced off something hard and nearly fell on her bum. She found herself looking up at a scowling Harry Potter. It spoke volumes about their last proper interaction together that it sent heat straight to her sex and she now had noticeably damp knickers, “Harry… uh… hi.”,

“Pansy… with me.” He didn’t bother telling her where they were going as he just pivoted and started walking. Well, I did ask that he be seen with me about the castle to start helping me with the problem, I suppose this counts.

They made their way out of the dungeon and then up the enchanted staircase. She realized where they were headed as she just followed him silence. Head Boy’s room, of course. She didn’t spend most of the walk staring at his bum either, she had the good sense not to be caught doing something like that. Though, she did take more than one glance down.

When they reached his quarters, he opened the door and commanded, “Inside now.”

Ducking her head, she listened and turned around to face him as soon as she heard the door close behind him, “Listen… I can explain.”

It didn’t seem as though he was interested in any explanations though, “Here I was thinking that you were genuine in your contrition, especially after that apology to Hermione, but just a few hours later and it seems that it was all nothing more than an act.”

“No! That’s not true.” That made her panic. She knew that she hadn’t been exactly kind to Neville during the potions lesson, but it was a far cry from her truly horrendous behavior over the years.

“Really?” He scoffed, “Because Neville didn’t deserve to be ridiculed like that. It was a low blow talking about his uncle, and his grandmother for that matter.”

Pansy struggled to find the words as he just watched her expectantly. She finally managed to force her lips to move, “You’re… you’re right. It was unkind. I’ll apologize, and it won’t happen again. I swear.”

“Rather hard to take you at your word when I’ve heard something similar before.”

She couldn’t imagine this gambit of hers falling through over something so minute in the grand scheme of things. There must be a way to salvage this. There was only one course of action as far as she was concerned. It did work the last time. And it wasn’t as though she wasn’t already aching for it. Pansy wouldn’t be surprised if Harry could smell her arousal.

Taking a tentative step closer to him, she offered, “I’ve made a mistake, sir…” she felt some satisfaction as she watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “It’s only fair that you punish me.”

She waited patiently for his response, licking her lip in anticipation. It came in the form of a single word that made her undeniably excited, “Kneel.”

Without hesitation, she fell to his command. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him undo the button of his trousers and lower the zipper. She wanted to reach out and help, but she hadn’t been told to, so she remained perfectly still, kneeling at his feet.

When he pulled his cock out, it was already hard, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was anticipating this just as much as her.

Thwack! He smacked her in the cheek with his swollen crown, and then draped his length across her face. And Pansy’s only thought was to let her tongue dart out to caress one of his heavy bollocks.

“Put your hands behind your back.” That wasn’t a command that she was expecting, but she did it all the same, “They’re to stay there… understand, pet?”

“Yes, sir… no hands.” She could only look up at him with one eye as the other was still covered by his length. That changed as he took himself in hand and guided his tip to her waiting mouth. He tapped his slit against her lips, and she could feel his precum staining them.

Trying not to appear too eager for what was meant to be a punishment, she waited until he instructed her, “Open.”

Her pretty mouth parted, and he slid inside. In one slow, steady thrust, he filled her mouth with more of his cock meat until he prodded against the back of her throat. Gwahk! There was still more of his length that she couldn’t handle, but he didn’t care. Gwahk! She swallowed around his spongey crown and that let him jam another inch into her throat.

Cughk! Thick spittle escaped from the edges of her mouth and dripped down to stain her school uniform. Every instinct in her body was screaming at her to put her hands on his thighs and push him back, but she refused to listen to them. Instead, she forced herself to breathe through her nose as he kept giving little thrusts of his hips to try and get her to swallow more of him. It worked, up to a certain point anyway.

It seemed that she simply wasn’t capable of getting the last inch or so, and luckily he recognized that fact. However, when he finally pulled back until just the very tip was hugged by her lips, he thrust back forward and battered the back of her throat. Hugck. She felt tears form at the corner of her eyes as he placed his hand on the back of her head and started right and properly fucking her face.

The tears that had been threatening to fall started doing so freely as she choked, gagged, and struggled through her punishment. She knew that her throat was going to be sore, right at the back where he relentlessly drove his cockhead. Though, she couldn’t help but notice that he was still careful not to push past the point where she simply couldn’t take anymore.

Still, she managed to keep her hands firmly resting against the small of her back. Though she had to grab one wrist in the other hand, digging her nails deep, to keep herself that way.

And what surprised her most about his unflinchingly rough usage of her… was just how much it was turning her on. She could feel her juices running down the inside of her thigh to stain the tops of her knee-high socks.

It was hard to know how long he stood there, hunched over her, repeatedly humping her face. But it finally came to end, when he pulled himself free of her sloppy mouth.

She gasped for air as he smacked his spit drenched cock against her cheek. His veins seemed to be positively popping along his shaft, and she wasn’t entirely sure which of them was more turned on.  

He let her recover for all of five seconds before his hand was on her shoulder as he guided her to the ground. She ended up prone with her legs close together and him straddling her thighs. All the while, she kept her hands dutifully behind her back, afraid that if she stopped for even a second everything else would too.

With a whimper from her, he flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare bottom. His hands groped her pale cheeks as she wiggled against him, “I don’t know if this is much of punishment, pet… just look at how fucking wet you are!” To highlight his point, he pressed two fingers into her knickers, and she was sure that the white cotton was transparent.

The idea that he might stop sent genuine panic through her body. She whined low in her throat as she insisted, “No… no… it’s a punishment, sir!”

Harry chuckled at just how pathetic she sounded, “Very convincing, it’s not as though you sound like a desperate little slut.”

Smack! His hand came down hard on her pale ass cheek, leaving it ruby red, and her squirming as the pain mixed with her own pleasure. His fingers found the soaked gusset of her panties and pulled it aside to reveal her needy hole. She moaned low in her throat as he brought his fat dome to her puffy pussy lips and nestled it there.

“Please, sir…”

“Now you’re begging for your punishment…” He slid the first few inches into her snug hole, and she put her face flat against the stone floor as she groaned out her pleasure, “I think I know how to ensure you don’t have anymore lapses.”

She was afraid to even ask, but she could tell that he was waiting, “H… how?”

“From now on your punishment isn’t going to be swats on the arse, or me using your pretty face, or your little pussy…” he punctuated that point by pushing deeper into her, “you clearly enjoy it all far too much, and I don’t want to give you incentives to misbehave. So instead, from now on, any time you act up you’ll just have to go without.”

“You mean…”

“I’ll deny you all this until I see some genuine contrition.” She could hear the smile in the diabolical bastard’s voice.

Pansy whimpered as she wiggled her hips. If it weren’t for the fact it was directed at her, she would admire just how quickly he pivoted. Breathless, and more turned on than ever, she nodded her head against the floor as she swore to him, “I understand, sir… I’ll be good from now on. I mean it. You know how badly I want it. I can’t lie about it. Please just give it to me…” It was all said in a lust-induced delirium, but she meant every word. If it meant being denied this experience indefinitely, or even temporarily, otherwise, she’d be on her best behavior.

He didn’t answer in words, but by thrusting the rest of those delicious inches in until she could feel him behind her belly-button flirting with the very deepest parts of her. Her legs shook like she’d been cursed with the Jelly-Legs Jinx as she came.

Squeezing her bum, he teased her, “My needy little slut came from just one thrust… remember that if you ever think of acting up again.”

As he pulled out and drove himself back in again, her eyes rolled back as she moaned out, “I… will…”

Taking hold of her hips, he angled her up just a little bit so that he was repeatedly scraping along that most delectable spot deep inside of her. Almost every thrust felt like it was enough to set her off again as he ravaged her body. It was hard for her to believe just how much she’d truly underestimated the Gryffindor Golden Boy.

He used her pussy like his personal cocksleeve as he turned her into a babbling, orgasm-addled mess of a witch. She couldn’t even form the words necessary to encourage him, to beg him,  it all just came out as lewd moans and excited whimpers.

She had one last mind-numbing peak as she felt his thumb, slick with her juices, push against her tightest hole before popping in. He pushed down and she could feel his thumb pressing on her pussy from the inside. Her whole body seized before shuddering as her pussy rippled around him. Even that was too much for him to take.

Squelch! Her spasming cunt tried to hold him in place, but he pulled himself free with the lewdest sound she’d ever heard. Then she felt warm ropes painting her arse cheeks and lower back. She was sure that some of it even went in her hair, but she was too blissed out to care.

It was only when he was finally spent that she let her hands fall back to her side. Her shoulders and back were burning, but she thought the pain was well worth it.

As Harry sat down on her thighs, he gently rubbed her bum, “Don’t disappoint me again, pet.”

“I won’t, sir… never again.” She said unsteadily. She already knew that her apology to Neville was going to be the sincerest one yet.