Crime and Punishment

AN: After ages, it finally won! I can't remember if this is even the original idea that I had for the prompt haha

But seriously, I didn't know if this was ever going to make it out of the poll. It had to be in there for at least twenty iterations. So, for those who loyally kept it alive, here it is!

Casting-

Pansy- Miss Bo

There was laughter and snickering as she went tumbling to the ground. Pansy did her best to keep her head down and ignore the seemingly constant stream of vitriol thrown her way since her return to Hogwarts, but when it had her prostrate on the ground, trying to gather everything she dropped, it was rather difficult.

As she skittered about the floor without an ounce of help, she caught sight of sight of a pair of her fellow Slytherins, Zabini and Bulstrode, out of the corner of her. They were back for their eighth year too. Neither of them made a move to help her, even if they weren’t enjoying her predicament. Better me than them, can’t say I’d expect anything less from Slytherins

They were spared the ridicule and abuse of the rest of the school, despite being just as sympathetic to the Dark Lord and the horrid teachers that he’d put in place. Even more so in some cases.  Yes, now that it was over, she could admit that the Dark Lord and the world he would’ve created was… awful.

The stark reality of her previous year made that abundantly clear. Children shouldn’t be held under the Cruciatus Curse merely for speaking out of turn. They were vile people and all the supposed glory that was promised with the return of the Dark Lord was nothing more than terror.

So, why was it that Pansy was singled out amongst her peers as the worst of the snakes that came back to the school? What was her vile crime that left her a social pariah of unprecedented proportions even by Hogwarts’ incredible standards?

She had the audacity to be afraid, and in the moment when the Dark Lord offered people their lives in exchange for just one, she suggested a cardinal sin in the eyes of many, that someone grab Harry Potter. It is a rather cruel irony that before my recent ostracization it was Harry that probably had the label of biggest pariah, and his was even less well-earned than mine.

“Merlin, would you people just leave off!” Pansy wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Of all the people to come to her rescue, it just had to be him. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always bloody well him!  Ever since their first year, any time someone had a problem it was always little Harry Potter that came to their defense. Not that he’s quite so little anymore.

He came storming up through the hallway, eyes piercing her would-be tormentors. And while she wished it could be anyone but him, she couldn’t help but appreciate the way they all scurried away rather than face his ire. Well… all of them except for one.

“She’s nothing more than a Death Eater! She wanted to hand you over to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” Zaccharias Smith never could help himself. He had an overinflated sense of his own importance, even as he talked out both sides of his mouth. He’s as much a bigot as anyone in Slytherin, but that gold on his robe saves him from half the suspicion and distaste.

Harry was right in front of her now but looking at the Hufflepuff clearly furious, “Voldemort,” he scoffed as Smith flinched at the name, as did at least one of the retreating backs of those he admonished, “is dead… and with few exceptions his followers are locked away.” He took her left arm in his own and pushed up the sleeve without hesitation to reveal pale, smooth, and most importantly, unblemished skin. He let her sleeve drop back as she pulled it away, “Did you see the Dark Mark? Because I don’t!”

“Still, she…”

“Sympathized with pureblood fanaticism and treated people like shite for the first six years we were here… trust me, I know.” Just hearing him spell out her stupidity so bluntly was far worse than any of their childish bullying, “But, I said leave off.”

Finally realizing that he’d lost the support of the rest of their little mob in the face of their savior, Smith sputtered and blustered for just another moment before finally turning away. Good riddance.

“You didn’t need to help me, Potter!” She hissed as they were left alone in the corridor, “I can handle myself perfectly fine.”

“You know Parkinson, that’s a rather odd way of saying ‘thank you’.” He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her attitude. It was a far cry from how easily they used to be able to get under his skin before the war. I suppose staring down death has a way of changing people. There was something enticing about that new, quiet confidence that only made her angrier.

“Did you have an accident with an erumpent, or are you just dimmer than Goyle? I said I didn’t need your help.” He was taller than her, and she found herself glaring up at him, staring right into those emerald eyes.

She expected to get a rise out of him and found herself sorely disappointed. He just ignored her, as though she hadn’t even insulted him in the first place, “Why did you even come back? You must’ve known that it wasn’t going to be pleasant for you.” While she hadn’t taken part in any of the detentions handed out by the Carrows, she was dealing with guilt by association from even that. Simply being in the room so they could educate her was enough for some of her peers to condemn her.

It was a long story and one she didn’t intend sharing with their magnanimous savior, “That’s really none of your business, Potter!”

“Considering half the school seems interested in punishing you for…”

“Offering you up to the Dark Lord in exchange for our lives… which you only went and did anyway.” She snarked, letting some of her own resentment bleed through.

“Yes, exactly that. It just seems rather foolish to come back.”

Oddly enough, it seemed that of everyone in the school the only one who wasn’t interested in punishing her for her perceived crimes was the only person it actually affected. And that just made it harder to stomach, and she couldn’t help but lash out at him for it, “Merlin, would you just piss off! Not everybody needs you to save them! Just… just leave me alone!”

She knew that in the past he would snap back just as harshly, but instead he just gave her a sort of half smile. One that made her want to smile back and her stomach to do an odd sort of swooping thing. Get a hold of yourself, Pansy! Here you are acting like you fancy this bloody tosser!

 “Good to see some things never change.” That cut her far more deeply than anything else he could’ve said because it couldn’t have been further from the truth. It struck her utterly speechless as he turned away from her.

Standing there in the corridor alone, it took her a minute before she headed toward the Slytherin common room.

She passed her fair share of her schoolmates along the way. There were whispered words, no doubt of derision and a stinging hex sent her way that she just grimaced through as she headed toward the stairs to the dungeons. All rather mundane, and commonplace with each passing day. And she could admit, if only to herself, that she was right and properly tired of it.

When Pansy finally made it to her dormitory, she threw her bag down at the foot of her bed and flopped herself back into the soft mattress. As she laid there, she could feel tears prickling at the edge of her vision threatening to spill, but she wouldn’t let them.

Honestly, Harry was right, coming back to Hogwarts was a mistake. But she simply couldn’t walk around the empty, quiet halls of her home for another minute. Her father was locked away in Azkaban and her mother was doing everything in her power to keep their every possession from being seized. There was a large part of her that thought their family deserved it for siding with the Dark Lord, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear the haunting echoes of her mother’s weeping from down the hall.

So, she chose Hogwarts because at least she could finish her qualifications and give her mother some space, but now she was seeing the reality of that decision, and it wasn’t much better. She grew more tired of it with each passing day. I can only wonder how long my punishment will last before they finally feel it’s enough.

No, I’m better than that. There must be a way to put an end to it. You’re a Slytherin, Pansy, just think and you’ll be able to come up with something. And her traitorous mind came up with only one very simple solution.

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Harry was sitting in the Head Boy’s quarters on the fourth floor. Despite never being made a prefect, McGonagall had decided he should have the honor. But given his rather lax view of the rules, he had a feeling it had more to do with the fact that, with very few exceptions, everyone in the school would listen to him. Whether out of fear or respect, he doubted she really cared as long as it helped maintain order. There’s also the added benefit that it keeps people from harassing me in the dorm or common room. And whether she likes to admit it or not, I am her favorite.  

The ones who weren’t in awe of him simply wouldn’t leave him alone. He had to reprimand six people in the last two days for following him around like lost puppies and being late to class because of it. The Gryffindors weren’t nearly as bad, at least the ones who were older, but the solitude of the Head Boy’s rooms certainly simplified things.

He was halfway done with his potion’s assignment when he heard a knock on the door. Leaving the ink to dry, he made his way over expecting one of Hermione, Ginny, McGonagall, or even one of the prefects to be waiting for him on the other side. What he wasn’t expecting was for Pansy Parkinson to be standing there shuffling from side to side, “Pansy?”

“Hi Potter,” Her tone was far more pleasant than their encounter earlier in the day, “could I come in? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

 A year ago, he would’ve sooner cut off his own ear than spend time alone with her. But something was clear to him that many others in the castle seemed to be struggling with. Despite what he said to her earlier in the day, Pansy had changed, and for the better as far as he could tell.

Stepping to the side, he gestured for her to come in and closed the door behind her. She didn’t sit, just walked toward the middle of his room and looked around. Crossing his arms, he watched her, just waiting for her to say what she came to say. He thought if he was the first one to speak, he might scare her right back out the door. Or cause her mood to go right back to what it was this afternoon.

“I wanted to say thank you,” he barely heard her at first, but her voice got stronger with every word, “for earlier. I don’t think I can handle it all myself and you really did help, and you didn’t deserve the response I gave you. Sorry about that.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, and then he couldn’t help but give a little laugh, “Cor, I never thought I’d get an apology from you of all people.”

Pansy snickered at that, “Trust me, it’s not something I ever imagined myself doing either, Potter.” His name was said without its usual venomous tinge to it, “Not any more than I thought I’d ask for your help.”

“My help?” He knew that, quite unfairly, she was the only one of the Slytherins bearing the ridicule of the rest of the school.  All the others, at least the ones whose families had been tied to Voldemort’s inner circle, hadn’t returned. They transferred away to Durmstrang or Ilvermorney, anywhere that would get them away from the people at Hogwarts and those affected by the war. If they didn’t end up imprisoned.

Pansy chose to return, despite being the one with the most reason for caution. They all remembered her calling for him to be taken and delivered to Tom. There were many good reasons to dislike Pansy over the years, but that wasn’t one of them as far as he was concerned. There were plenty of people that were upset on his behalf, but he saw her that day. And he was sure, that much like him and everyone else in the castle, she was simply afraid.

“Yes,” She swallowed and took a step closer, “I know I put on a brave face. My pride wouldn’t let me do anything else, but I’m tired of it. The rest of the school seems set on punishing me for something I did to you and I’m certain that you’re the only one who can put a stop to it. Your word is law around here. Half the teachers seem to listen to you. Just look at what happened today.”

“What exactly do you expect me to do? Just put fliers up around the school saying ‘hey, leave Pansy Parkinson alone.’” He snorted at the very idea, “Something tells me that people wouldn’t take me seriously… they’d think I was taking the piss… which would probably only make it worse.”

“No, I…” She hesitated and it took physical effort for her to get the next words out of her mouth, “I want you to show people that you’ve forgiven me. Sit with me in the Great Hall, in the library, during classes, whatever it takes to get the point across.”

Harry stared at her for a long moment before he realized that she was serious. His laughter came from deep in his belly and lasted longer than was probably polite, but he couldn’t help it. The scowl on her face did nothing to dampen his humor, “Pansy… I don’t think you deserve the rest of the school’s anger, at least not because of what you did before the battle, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten the past seven years either. I’m not going to let people bully you in the halls, but that doesn’t mean that we’re friends and I’m going to stick my neck out for you either.”

“I’m not a fool, Potter.” She had a strange look in her eye, one that he couldn’t quite place, “Which is why I have a simple proposal.”

He quirked an eyebrow in question, and she continued, “I know that I was a miserable cow to you and your friends since we started here at Hogwarts, and I’ll make every apology you ask of me: Granger, Weasley, Longbottom, I don’t care. It’s the least I can do.”

“That’s all well and good, but you shouldn’t be doing that because of me.”

“I know, like I said, it’s the least I could do. Which is why, that isn’t all I’m proposing…” With that she turned toward the couch in his little study. He was expecting her to sit down, but instead she leaned over the back of it and presented her bum to him. She then reached for her skirts and bunched them up to her waist, revealing surprisingly long legs and a perfectly sculpted bottom clad in a lacey pair of silver knickers. Damn the school robes, they really do hide everything.

“What are you doing?” He felt a slight bit of panic and something else. Something carnal that sent a jolt of pleasure right down his spine to his cock.

Pansy looked her over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile on her lips, “If anyone is going to punish me for what I’ve done, I only think it's fair that it's you. Once you feel that I’ve been sufficiently reprimanded… I think you’ll be more amenable to helping me.”

There was a part of him that knew he was being manipulated, but the enticing sight of her heart-shaped bum was making it hard to care. She gave it a little wiggle and he found himself getting closer without even realizing it.

She bit her bottom lip as his hand rested against her smooth skin. He caressed without thinking, and her eyes closed. There was something about her willingness, her submission that lit a fire in a part of him that he didn’t know was there.

His hand glided back away from her pert bum, and then cut back through the air. Smack! Pansy’s pretty little mouth opened, and a noise somewhere between pain and desire escaped from her throat. It made him throb.

Smack! She was driven forward on to the couch but kept herself up, perfectly presented for another slap. Harry let his hand linger, fingers ghosting along her now reddened skin, “How many times do you think you deserve for all the trouble you’ve caused me over the years?”

“I don’t know… sir.” He throbbed in his trousers again, and from the way her eyes lit up, it was obvious that she noticed, “That’s not something that I can decide.”

Smack! As his hand came down on her cheek again, he let his hand slide to her hips. Moving so he was sitting down on the couch, he draped her across his lap. Her bum thrust up right on his knees. She looked at him, eager and maybe a little afraid as he told her, “Twenty should do… and I want you to count every single one of them, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Smack!

“Four!”

He growled and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him. Even in his newfound ardor he was careful not to truly hurt her though, “Did you think that the first three counted, pet? Start again.”

“I’m sorry, sir… of course, sir!” It felt odd having someone be both trusting and obedient in equal measure. It felt intoxicating.

Smack!

“One!”

Smack!

“Two!” The words were pained, but each one was followed by a breathy whimper that left no doubt what his use of her was really doing.

Harry was careful though, alternating between the cheeks to at least give her some reprieve from the pain. Pansy’s legs spasmed with each hit, her tows curling. She reached out for the couch beneath her on more than one occasion, clawing for anything that would give her purchase.

But it wasn’t from pain alone, there was ecstasy there as well. The evidence of it stained the gusset of her panties, dripped down the inside of her thigh, and dampened the top of his trousers. He really wasn’t doing any better with her grinding herself across his turgid length, but it was nearly over.

Smack!

“Nine… nineteen!” As he caressed the spot where his handprint was still visible, clear as day, his fingers drifted over to her lacey panties, pushing along the tight slit of her lips. Her juices pooled on the fabric, and she shivered at the contact. Taking the fabric between his fingers, he pulled it to the side to reveal her hairless cunny.

One last time, he pulled his hand back and snapped forward. Smack! His hand crashed down right on her puffy pussy. Pansy screeched out, “Twenty!” as her entire body shuddered in the throes of an orgasm. Her cunt spasmed around nothing and leaked a steady line of her creamy juices down to his trousers.

Taking ahold of her hips, she yelped as he pushed her face first into the cushions of the couch and took up position behind her, “Did I say you could cum?”

“No… no… sir!” She was still coming down from the heights of her peak, looking at him in an entirely new light.

Zip! “I suppose you’ll have to make it up to me.” His trousers and pants pooled at his ankles, leaving his manhood to hang heavy between his legs. Pansy’s eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

His cock demanded attention, and he had a very willing and ready hole right there waiting for him. Lining up his swollen glands with her plump lips, there was an audible squelch as he pushed into her snug walls.

Every new inch was an exquisite warmth as Pansy groaned out her joy from deep in her throat. Her hands dug into the cushions, clawing at them. When his balls rested against her, his length fully sheathed, he felt her start to shudder, her wall rippling around him.

There was a part of him that knew, for the sake of their little power dynamic, that he should be angry, but he didn’t really care. Instead, his hand smacked down onto her reddened peach again, as he told her, “That’s right, pet. Cum on that fucking cock… I want to feel it.”

“Yes! I will… I will!” Pansy started throwing her hips back into him, fucking herself on his length with reckless abandon. For a few wonderful seconds, all he could do was watch the glorious sight of her tight ass recoiling every time it hit against his crotch. Her juices slowly gathering and creaming around his base.

Thwack! Pansy screamed as he took hold of her hips and delivered a thunderous snap of his hips, “Fuck yes! So… uh… so fucking good!” Her filthy adulation wase a beautiful music as he held her in place and took control, relentlessly chasing his own release.

Again and again, he filled her clutching depths. The naughty little slut dropped her shoulders down to the couch and reached between her legs with one hand. Every time he pulled out, she stroked him with her tiny hand and let her fingers scrape against his bollocks as he bottomed out.

“Oh, bloody hell… you little fucking…” The words were lost in his throat as he single-mindedly pistoned his cock into her. It took less than twenty strokes before he felt the inevitable.

He filled both hands with her peachy bottom as he held her balls deep on his cock. He flexed, every muscle going taut, as he erupted a torrent of warm cum deep into her waiting womb, “Oh fuck… take it…”

“Yes, sir… every drop… anytime you want.” Pansy let her fingernails scratch along the wrinkled skin of his tightened ball sack as she made sure to coax out every last drop. As he pulled his still semi-hard length free from her grippy sex with a soft pop it was followed by a stream of his white seed that ran down the inside of her thigh. Her fingers caught it before it could reach the couch below her and she brought it to her lips.

Pushing up onto one shaky arm, she looked back at him as she fed it into her mouth. With a sultry smile, she asked, “So… do we have an understanding, sir?”

Harry chuckled as he lightly patted her bum, “I think we’ll be able to work something out… pet.”