June 2023 Exclusive Poll Winner - The Gobstones Club - Harry/Pansy

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Harry didn’t look at the sheet of parchment he was handed. He’d known that this day was coming for a couple of weeks now, and it wasn’t one that he was looking forward to. The war had already taken so much from everyone; he didn’t want to add to that.

“Like it or not, Mr Potter,” Headmistress McGonagall said sternly but kindly, “this needs to be done. We have already exceeded our yearly budget, which we only managed to do thanks to the generous donations of several private individuals through the International Confederation of Wizards. I know just how important school activities are to help morale, and that is why it is up to you as Head Boy to determine which ones are worthy of staying on the budget for this school year. We cannot be supporting clubs that only have a handful of members.”

Harry scowled and finally glanced down at the sheet. A list of clubs, societies, and even the Quidditch teams were listed on the carefully laid out parchment. He could see Hermione’s handiwork in this neatly-formatted table that listed the names of the clubs, the student who presided over them, the sponsoring professor, and the estimated number of members based on the initial report they’d received a couple of weeks ago.

“I’d be more than happy to donate my own money to these groups,” Harry protested. He’d certainly had enough left over from his parent’s vaults, and the thousands of galleons he’d received alongside his Order of Merlin, First Class was more than enough to help pay for most, if not all, of these groups.

“As much as we’d all appreciate that,” McGonagall sighed, “there simply aren’t enough professors left to supervise these groups. The Hogwarts bylaws are clear on the matter: all groups must have a presiding professor to oversee the conduct of the group. Even if you tried to appeal directly to the Board of Governors, the appearance of the Saviour of the Wizarding World giving up his own personal money to fund some school clubs would not go over well at all with the public. I’m sorry, Potter, but this needs to be done.”

He supposed that he understood. Even though classes were resuming, Hogwarts still lacked a few supplementary professors. They still didn’t have full-time Muggle Studies, Divination, or Ancient Runes professors—those classes were being overseen by a rotating list of instructors. 

“So, any group that has fewer than five members has to be shuttered?” Harry asked, looking to confirm the rules.

McGonagall gave a tight nod. “And at least three of the four houses must be represented for it to remain active. After that, you must decide how to distribute what is left of the budget.”

“Alright,” Harry sighed. Well, there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. 

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There were only five-hundred and sixty-seven students left at Hogwarts after the war, nearly half the number that had been around before the war. Many of the clubs that had once flourished were dwindling in numbers now, and some were just completely vacant.

It was with a heavy heart that Harry crossed off the Muggle Studies club from his list. The club didn’t even have a presiding student or professor anymore, and any of its former members were either gone or too scared to return to the club so soon after the war. Even though Voldemort was defeated, that didn’t mean that the common prejudice against muggles had vanished too. There’d already been a few instances of graffiti on the school grounds calling muggleborn students slurs. Hopefully positive progress would be made in combating it, but that would take a lot of help from certain subsects of the school’s population.

Speaking of which . . .

Harry looked down at the next group of his list. All of the groups had thankfully been listed in order of how many members they had. He was finally at the groups that didn’t have the requisite number of members to continue on. He hated having to tell them that the school just didn’t have enough money to support them, but this next one wouldn’t be so painstaking to carry out.

Harry hurried down into the dungeons and found the room he was looking for. As he reached the corridor the room was in, he heard voices shouting up ahead.

“Why should we bother asking them?” A young man shouted.

“Because we need members!” A frustrated, feminine voice shouted back.

There was a slight scuffle on the stone floor before the young man cried out in pain. Harry drew his wand and started forward, being careful to minimise the sound of his footfalls. 

“I’m not going to ask a mudblood to join us!” The young man roared. “If they think that they can come in here and pretend to be our equals, I’ll—”

The cracking sound of flesh smacking flesh rang out loudly. 

“I told you not to use that word,” the woman snapped.

“Fuck you!”

The ajar door several metres in front of Harry slammed open and rebounded off of the stone wall. A young man dressed in Slytherin robes stormed out of the room with a noticeable handprint on his cheek. He was nursing it carefully with his hand, but he quickly stopped when he spotted Harry.

The young man’s brown eyes hardened at seeing the man who had killed the Dark Lord. It was a look that Harry was too familiar with; far too many Slytherins and pure-blood families still revered the Dark Lord and his teachings. They played nice in public, but Harry could see the anger and defiance in their eyes. It seemed as though it was only a matter of time before things would get worse again.

“Potter,” the boy murmured, bowing his head ever so slightly so as to not seem rude as he hurried past the Head Boy.

Harry poked his head inside of the room the young man had left. Inside was the witch he was looking for.

Pansy Parkinson was sitting on top of an old, unused desk with one knee drawn up so that she could rest her forehead against it. Her long, black hair hung loosely around her face as she groaned in annoyance. She was alone in this abandoned classroom, surrounded by little more than a handful of desks, chairs, and Gobstones sets that were placed neatly on the floor beside the boards that they played on.

Harry felt an old spark of anger flare up as he took in the girl who had been such a nuisance in his younger years. She was a mean-spirited Slytherin who loved to bully Gryffindors, but she focused on Hermione especially. She always hung around Draco, though she’d been markedly less clingy so far this year. Despite their unfortunate history, after what he’d been through the last year and a half, Harry honestly couldn’t manage to bring up any genuine anger towards Pansy. All he had left were the burnt out embers of what he had once felt.

Still, this was going to be the most pleasant job he’d done today.

“Parkinson,” Harry spoke up.

Pansy’s head snapped his way. Though she’d once had a face that Harry had compared to a pug, she’d grown up considerably in the last couple of years. Her face lengthened, bringing it closer to normal proportions, and her nose seemed much cuter now. Between that and her slim figure, she had really turned into quite the pretty woman.

“Potter,” Pansy groaned. “Look, I know about the stupid club list, and I’m working on it, alright?”

Harry smirked a little. “Can’t find enough people who want to play Gobstones? It seems like such a thrilling game.”

“Ha ha,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “For your information, Gobstones is a time-honoured sport at Hogwarts and—”

“Boring,” Harry interrupted.

Pansy glowered at him with a promised threat in her eyes. “Look,” she said, snapping her fingers to get his attention. “Hogwarts once had the best Gobstones club in the entire world. Our school’s team has dominated the European school circuit for centuries, and many of our members have gone on to the Gobstones Professional League. It’s only been the last century that we’ve started to fall off the map. I want to bring us back to the top.”

Harry looked around the room pointedly. “I can see that you’ve been doing a great job at that. All of these members sure do look eager to improve.”

“Shut up,” Pansy snapped. “I thought you were supposed to be nice, you know, Gryffindor’s Golden Boy.”

“Only to those who deserve it,” Harry replied.

Pansy sighed noisily and threw her hands up. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you, your friends, and anyone else you feel like defending today. Can you cut me a break and give me a couple of days to get a few more members at least? People want to play Gobstones, they just . . . there’s a lot of tensions between the houses right now.”

That was putting it mildly. Most of Harry’s duties nowadays were stopping fights and overseeing detentions. It was hard to make people work with each other, especially kids.

“Even so, you’ve known that this day was coming for the past couple weeks,” Harry pointed out. “You should have had plenty of time to get the necessary number of members for your club. I don’t see how an extra couple days is going to change anything.”

“It will,” Pansy replied with a determined look on her face. “I’ve got myself, another Slytherin, and a Ravenclaw in the club. That means I only need two more people, and at least one has to be from another house. It’ll try talking to some of the Hufflepuffs. I left that to Wilbur before now, but I think I’ve figured out why he never managed to bring anyone back.”

“Was Wilbur the kid who just left?” Harry asked. “The one you hit?”

Pansy didn’t cower at his stern look. “Yeah, and he deserved it.”

“I would’ve figured that you’d be the type to approve of slurs, not punish people for saying them.”

Now Pansy had the decency to blush in embarrassment. She slipped her feet off of the desk and stood up. “I’m sorry,” she said to Harry, sounding much more sincere than before. “I know now that I was wrong to use that word before. Well, I guess I always knew it was wrong, but I said it anyway because I was an idiot who just wanted attention. I’m trying to do better.”

That wasn’t what Harry expected to hear. Pansy was an indignant, stuck-up girl; at least, that’s who he thought she was. Maybe the war had changed her. So many people came out of that horrible time as different people, Harry included. Maybe the brutalities were enough to make her change her ways. 

Pansy smirked at the look on Harry’s face. “Didn’t expect that, huh?”

Harry rolled his eyes at her, but he was more amused than anything else. It was so strange; he’d disliked Pansy for years, and now that the war was done and they had both matured a bit, he didn’t seem to mind her catty attitude. It didn’t seem as spiteful as it once did, and Harry found that the back and forth between them was more fun than he had thought it’d be.

“Colour me impressed that you managed to start to become a halfway-decent person,” Harry replied mockingly.

“Yeah, well,” Pansy shrugged. “Everyone has to grow up sometime,” she muttered.

Although he had come in looking forward to shutting down Pansy’s club, Harry didn’t feel that way anymore. He liked this Pansy, and she seemed to be on the right track. This Gobstones Club was obviously something she was passionate about, and taking it away from her when she finally seemed to be turning her life around seemed needlessly cruel.

But, he wasn’t sure that McGonagall would buy that. With all the stress she was under in trying to repair the school and dealing with the Ministry and countless parents who feared for their children’s safety, it was a wonder that she hadn’t blown up in the middle of the Great Hall by now. No, he didn’t want to burden her with this, but maybe there was something else he could do to alleviate Pansy’s dilemma.

“Look,” Harry said as he glanced down at the list of clubs he still had to visit. “I’ve got another fifteen clubs to visit today. It’ll probably take me a couple hours to get through the rest of them. I can leave your club to the very end, but you need to have the minimum number of members today. I’d give you more time if I could, but it’s out of my hands.”

Pansy cursed under her breath, but she didn’t seem angry at Harry personally. “So I need two more people and at least one from another house,” she muttered.

Suddenly, Pansy looked up at him with a gleam in her eye that promised trouble.

“Say, Potter,” Pansy smiled as charmingly as she could. “I wouldn’t suppose you’d be interested in joining the Gobstones Club?”

The snort that left Harry’s nostrils was involuntary. Him join the Gobstones Club? He was already swamped between being the Head Boy, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and constantly running back and forth to the Ministry to help deal with the fallout of the war’s end. What little time he did have to himself was spent studying or hanging out with Ron and Hermione.

“I don’t really have enough free time, and . . .” Harry trailed off as Pansy pouted.

“Please,” she insisted, stretching out the word as long as she could. “You wouldn’t even have to show up for our regular meetings if you were too busy; I just need enough people to sign up today.”

While technically true, it wouldn’t exactly reflect well on him if he kept skipping out on club activities. “I don’t know,” Harry replied. “Aren’t there other people you can ask? I’m sure that there’d be at least one Hufflepuff who’d be willing to join.”

“Maybe,” Pansy said begrudgingly, “but none of the other houses have exactly been happy to see us Slytherins after what happened last year.”

That was also true. “One person should be doable,” Harry insisted, though he wasn’t exactly certain of the truth of his words. “And I’m sure that you could grab another Slytherin to join too. What about Draco? I thought that you two were—”

“Not anymore,” Pansy interrupted as an annoyed look crossed her face. “That tosser and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on certain things anymore, like whether or not it’s appropriate to use certain slurs.”

“Good for you,” Harry told her approvingly. Despite Draco’s help during the final battle, Harry hadn’t been too sure if he’d make any genuine changes to his beliefs. “But there must be others then? What about Goyle? Or some of the girls in your year?”

Pansy gave a slight shake of her head. “They haven’t exactly forgiven me for the years I was an absolute bitch to them.”

Harry sighed as he paused in thought. There weren’t many options left for Pansy.

Pansy crossed the room to Harry. She was light on her feet, and her skirt seemed to dance as her hips moved. “How about we make a deal?” She suggested as her hazel eyes met his. “If you join the Gobstones Club, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Harry didn’t need to be a Legilimens to understand what Pansy was insinuating. She wasn’t the first woman to offer herself to him since the war ended, and she wouldn’t be the last. Despite her pretty face and nice body, Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to take her deal.

“I don’t think—” He tried to speak, but Pansy interrupted him again.

“Of course you don’t; you’re a guy,” she joked. “Come on, I promise that I’ll be better than any of the hussies who’ve been after you.”

“Pansy, I—

Pansy scowled at Harry, already knowing what he was going to say. “Fine!” She shouted at him. “Shut down my club then because there’s no way I’ll be able to get enough people together.”

Harry grimaced, feeling bad about this. “Look, I’ll still . . . what are you doing?”

Pansy dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed his belt. Harry tried to jerk away, but Pansy’s grip was too tight.

“If you’re going to fuck me like this,” she spat, “I may as well get some pleasure out of it too.”

“I’m not going to join your club,” Harry reiterated as Pansy threw his belt aside and started on his zipper.

“Fine, whatever,” Pansy replied as she stuck her hand into his trousers. “But I’m not going to waste the next couple hours running around doing nothing.”

Harry felt a little torn. It was clear that, despite Pansy’s words, she was still trying to convince him to join. And, quite frankly, he had no desire to join a Gobstones Club of all things—he’d had enough poor experiences losing friendly matches in the past to make it clear that the game wasn’t for him. He really didn’t want to get her hopes up by going along with this, but his body was telling him to ignore that train of thought and to just go along with it. He hadn’t been with anyone since the start of the year because he’d been so busy, and Pansy wasn’t exactly a half-bad option.

Maybe he would have had a different opinion several years ago, but Pansy had turned out to be quite the pretty woman. He stiffened in her hand as she pulled him out of his trousers. He loved the way her eyes lit up with glee when she saw the size of him.

“Not bad, Potter,” Pansy purred. She released him for just a few seconds in order to pull off the hair tie from around her wrist and put her black hair up in a loose ponytail. Several stray strands and her dark bangs still framed her face nicely as she leaned in closer to him, licking her lips. “Bigger than the rumours give you credit for.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “From the rumours I’ve overheard, I’m supposed to be as big as a giant.”

“Maybe in the rumours outside of Slytherin,” Pansy teased him as she puckered her lips. Harry groaned when they came in contact with his cock; she planted a lingering, wet kiss right on his head, leaving an imprint from her red lipstick behind. “Our house seems obsessed with believing that you’ve got a tiny pecker—maybe it’s an inferiority complex the men have. I’m glad to know the rumour isn’t true.”

Harry had to stifle a further groan when Pansy parted her lips for him and took his cock into her mouth. She moved with experienced grace, lathering his shaft with her tongue while she sealed her lips tightly around him. She seemed to have little trouble in taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth. 

Pansy pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. “Better than you expected?” 

“Maybe those years of hanging on Draco’s every word weren’t put to total waste,” Harry teased back.

A disgusted look crossed Pansy’s face. “Trust me, I didn’t do this with him.”

“Really?” Harry replied, quite surprised at the admission.

“Well, I tried once,” Pansy admitted awkwardly. “Let’s just say that the rumours about you should really be directed towards Draco instead.”

Harry couldn’t help but snort. Draco had a tiny prick? Well, that certainly explained a few things. 

“But let’s stop talking about that tosser,” Pansy said as she gripped Harry’s shaft in her hand. She stroked him eagerly. “I’ve been waiting for a good fuck for a while now, and I’m expecting nothing but the best from you.”

“That’s what you’ll get,” Harry promised her.

“We’ll see,” Pansy replied, her eyes full of mirth. 

In a flash, she was on him again, licking and sucking every inch of his cock. She bobbed her head with impressive speed, switching up from focusing solely on his head to practically deepthroating him at a moment’s notice. What was impressive was how incredible it all felt. Harry had slept with enough women by now to know that quite a few of them just got by on their good looks and didn’t put much, if any, effort into their skills in the bedroom. Pansy had both going for her.

Pansy ended up letting go of his shaft and instead grabbed onto his hips. Harry was a little confused as to what she was doing until he felt her pulling on his hips. He wasn’t sure if she wanted him to thrust forward or if he should stay in place, but that was answered less than a second later when he watched her swallow up every bit of his cock into her mouth. 

Harry couldn’t hold back this groan. Her tight throat felt incredible around his cock, and the beautiful damp heat of it all just accentuated the pleasure. Although Pansy’s eyes were starting to water, there was a glimmer of triumph in them as she made Harry curse from the pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” Harry grunted as he grabbed the back of Pansy’s head holding her in place. He rocked his hips against her, feeling his balls bounce off of her chin. Pansy gagged and made an incredibly lewd slurping sound as she sucked back all of the excess saliva, but she didn’t make a single move to pull her mouth back.

Just when Harry thought it couldn’t get any better, Pansy started to hum. The flurry of vibrations that rattled her throat sent an unstoppable tingling sensation through his cock, and it nearly brought him to his knees. 

After just a few seconds of this, Pansy started to splutter around his cock. She pushed back on his hips, and his cock slid out of her throat. She came up coughing with several lines of saliva running from her mouth down to her chin, but she seemed pleased with her work.

For his part, Harry couldn’t believe what she had just managed to do. “Merlin, woman,” he said, shaking his head. “That was bloody incredible.”

Pansy wiped away the saliva from her mouth and grinned at him. “That was just a taste of my talents, I can assure you.”

“And let me guess,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I can see the rest of them if I join the Gobstones Club?”

“Your words, not mine,” Pansy winked at him. “But it’s good to know that you’ve got a brain in that skull of yours.”

Merlin, he wanted to egg her on to see more of those incredible talents of hers, but he also didn’t want to lead her on. “Pansy,” he sighed.

“I know, I know,” she said as she threw her hands up. “You’re not joining the Gobstones Club. I heard you the first time.”

Her hand pulled her wand out from within her robes. For a brief second, Harry wondered if she was going to curse him or something, but that fear was safely put to rest when she simply vanished all of her clothes and tossed her wand aside into one of the open cases of Gobstones.

“Well?” She said as she placed a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you gonna stand like there like a shy schoolboy all day or are you gonna get over here and fuck me?”

The thrill of taking her made Harry’s blood run hot. He ignored Pansy’s amused smirk as he pulled out his own wand and vanished his clothes while he ogled Pansy’s body. She was just as slim as the silhouette in her robes suggested, but her breasts stuck out nicely. They were still on the small side, but they were very perky and round. She had a tight waist that contrasted nicely with her hips, which flared out a little. He could just barely see her hairless, pink slit between her thighs.

Harry’s cock throbbed as he tossed his own wand over by Pansy’s. He wanted to ram himself deep inside of her and pound her until she declared herself as his. Her mouth had gotten all hot and bothered like this, and he wanted to see things through to the end.

As Harry approached her, Pansy grinned and spun around. Her hair looked beautiful as it fanned out, but Harry’s eyes were quickly drawn to her arse as she came to a stop.

Pansy looked back over her shoulder at Harry and stuck her fingers beneath her arsecheeks. She lifted them up, showing just how nice and plump they were. “Like what you see?” She giggled. “You know, if you actually know how to use that monster between your legs, maybe you can come get a piece of this regularly,” she said, slapping her arse for effect.

That didn’t sound like a terrible idea.

“Of course,” Pansy’s white teeth gleamed. “It’d be so much easier to set up a schedule if you were a part of the Gobstones Club. Of course, I completely understand and respect your decision not to join.” A lie, but one that Harry was fine to ignore; there were more pressing matters at hand. “I suppose I can try to make time for you, but the Gobstones Club and all of its members come first.”

The double entendre wasn’t lost on Harry. “You really want me to join so badly that you’re basically willing to whore yourself out to me, huh?”

“I wouldn’t put it so crassly.”

“I would.”

“Well,” Pansy offered him another smile. “I suppose you could see it that way. I prefer to think of it as a partnership of sorts. You help me and I help you. Truth be told, I’ve needed a good shag for a while now, and you look like just the man who could help to satisfy my insatiable itch. You just need to try to get deep enough to scratch it.”

Harry shoved Pansy forward, ignoring her squawk of surprise, towards one of the nearby desks. As her hips hit the edge, he pushed her torso forcefully down so that she was bent over with her arse sticking out towards him. Her pink lips looked terribly wet and inviting, and it felt like Harry’s cock practically gravitated towards them.

“Fuck, you’re really trying to make a case for this, aren’t you?” Harry groaned as the tip of his cock touched Pansy’s pussy. She felt so hot against him, and he had to fight the urge to push inside of her so soon. 

“It’s easy when you’ve got a cock as nice as yours,” Pansy moaned and pushed her arse back towards Harry. 

His cock just barely slipped inside of her, getting coated in her juices. She felt so tight and hot around him; it was nearly perfect.

The only thing that would make it better was if he were deeper.

Harry’s hand found purchase on Pansy’s hips as he pressed himself forward. Her pussy gobbled up his cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Before he even realised it, Harry’s cock was completely enveloped by her warmth. 

 “That’s it,” Pansy hissed. Her nails scratched down the desk as she stood up on her tiptoes, changing the angle of Harry’s cock inside of her slightly. 

Harry moaned at the incredible pleasure of Pansy. It wasn’t even just the physical pleasure of her body; he could smell the musk of her sweat mixing with the floral notes of her perfume to create this intoxicating scent that made him want more. Harry breathed in deeply, and the next thing he knew he was starting to fuck her.

His hips moved of their own accord, sawing back and forth as he rammed his cock inside of Pansy. He wasn’t gentle, but that only seemed to turn her on more. Pansy was letting out this high-pitched mewling sound interspersed with moans of intense pleasure as she held onto the desk for dear life. She lowered her head down onto the desk, and Harry got a good look at the little mischievous smile on her lips as she glanced back at him through half-lidded eyes. When their gazes met, she let out an extra-loud moan.

Harry’s hips smacked off of her perfect arse as he suddenly jerked forward. That sultry look she gave him turned into pure pleasure as his cock filled her tight hole. This was easily the best sex that Harry had ever had, and he couldn’t believe that he was having it with Pansy Parkinson.

Suddenly, Pansy’s pussy tightened up and Harry felt like he was seeing stars. The intense burst of ecstasy he felt as he pounded into her left him gasping for breath.

“The hell was that?” Harry gasped.

“Like it?” Pansy replied cockily. She did it again, and it left Harry reeling. “I taught myself how to tighten up on command like that. I’ve been told it feels exquisite.”

Exquisite didn’t do it justice. It left him in a brief but indescribable state of bliss, and he wanted more.

“Do that again,” he practically begged her as he pulled his hips back.

When he slammed forward, Pansy tightened up around him again, and Harry couldn’t help but cry out. Pansy did too as his big cock filled her, and that lessened her control over her tightness. Her walls fluttered around him uncontrollably for a few seconds until Pansy was able to regain her composure.

As wonderful as it was fucking her like this, Harry wanted more. He wanted Pansy to scream his name. As it stood, she was pleasing him better than he was her, and he couldn’t have that. 

So, Harry quickly pulled out of Pansy and flipped her over. She squealed in surprise and her hands shot out to try to grab onto anything they could, but Harry kept her steady as she landed on her back on the desk. As he scooted her back so that her arse was right on the edge of the desk, he pressed his cock right back against her entrance and rammed forward.

Seeing the look of joy on Pansy’s face clearly in this position was incredible. Once again, Harry was struck by just how pretty she had grown up to be. Her breasts bounced on her chest as he bottomed out inside of her, and her eyes slid shut as she threw her head back.

Harry had his arms hooked over Pansy’s legs to keep her in place as he pounded into her. With each thrust, she kept trying to tighten up around him, but it was clear that the growing pleasure was getting to her. When Harry managed to snake his fingers over to her clit and start to apply pressure there, Pansy gave up all attempts at making him cum first and just enjoyed herself. Her moans grew in pitch until she was practically screaming in pleasure.

This was what Harry had been waiting for: the moment where she lost herself.

“Harry!” Pansy screamed as her body started to shake. Her legs clamped down on either side of him, and her pussy turned into a vice around his cock. Her back arched off of the desk, and Harry couldn’t help but grab one of her breasts and squeeze it in his hand as he continued to fuck her. He wasn’t making much progress with how tight she was around him, but it still felt incredible all the same.

Pansy kept screaming his name as her orgasm tore through her. By the time she finished, Harry felt himself reaching his end too. 

As Pansy opened her eyes and watched him breathlessly, Harry pulled out of her pussy and started to stroke himself. He pumped hard and fast, gazing lustfully at her naked body. When he felt his orgasm near, he angled himself properly and let loose.

A long strand of cum shot out of his cock and smacked Pansy right on her cheek. It dripped down her jaw and onto her pretty neck. The next few spurts landed all over her breasts and belly, turning her already pale skin even whiter. Harry kept stroking himself until he was spent, and only then did he finally relent and release the breath he hadn’t realised that he had been holding in.

“Impressive,” Pansy panted as she used two of her fingers to wipe up some of the cum off of her breasts. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean sensually. “I didn’t expect you to outlast me.”

Harry looked at her as she kept cleaning his cum off of her body with a content smile on her face. 

He felt his resolve give way.

“I’ll join your club,” Harry muttered, almost feeling like somehow he’d lost in the end.

Pansy’s eyes lit up as she refocused on him. She licked the last of the cum clean from her fingers. “Really?”

Harry nodded, and Pansy immediately leapt up off of the desk and hugged him tightly. Her naked body felt nice and warm against his, and Harry hugged her back. 

She shrieked with glee. “Thank you!” She exclaimed loudly. She pulled her head back to look at him but didn’t break their bodily contact. “Trust me, you won’t regret it. You can hang out during my meetings, and we can fuck afterwards; it’ll be perfect!”

Perfect isn’t quite the word Harry would use when he described sitting through a meeting of a Gobstones Club, but the sex would make up for it.

“Deal,” he agreed.

Pansy finally released him and twirled around in a little happy dance, but she quickly stopped herself. “We still need one more member though.”

“I’ll handle it,” Harry assured her.

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“Welcome to Hogwarts’s official Gobstones Club!” Pansy exclaimed happily to the two students in front of her.

“We know,” the Ravenclaw muttered. “We’ve already been here for weeks.”

“Hush,” Pansy replied. “I wanted to reintroduce you since this is the start of a new era for our club. And to start, we’ve got a couple new members joining us today!”

The door to the Gobstones Club opened. Harry stepped through the threshold. Immediately, the two students perked up at the sight of the Head Boy.

“Harry Potter will be joining us,” Pansy announced proudly. “And he’s brought another member too, right?”

Harry nodded, trying to mask the smirk from his lips. “Come on in!” He called out.

Pansy’s eyes died the moment she saw who entered. “Longbottom? You invited Longbottom?”

Neville stepped through the threshold, looking just as displeased as Pansy was. “Believe me, I’m only doing this as a favour for Harry.”

Pansy narrowed her eyes at Harry, but he just gave her a cheeky wink. 

“It’s him or Hermione,” Harry told Pansy.

A look of defeat crossed Pansy’s face and she turned towards Neville. “Welcome to the Club.”