Never Say Never

Harry sighed out of boredom as he paced the hall of Hogwarts just after curfew. As Head Boy for his returning seventh year, it was up to him and Hermione to decide the schedule.

Surprisingly, many students had returned to retake their seventh year at Hogwarts. It turns out, Death Eaters didn’t make good teachers. Who’d of thought, Harry wondered sarcastically. With so many coming back, Harry and his year mates were unofficially being labeled as eighth years. For the sixth years, they would be taking their OWLs just before Christmas break since the Ministry had been too busy rebuilding itself at Voldemort’s defeat.

The seconds years had been hit the hardest, especially the Muggleborns. After learning their children had quite literally been tortured by their teachers, many parents had not allowed them to return. McGonagall, the new Headmistress, had done a great job convincing as many to come back as she could, but still, it was by far the year with the least number of students. Not that Harry could blame them.

While Harry’s mind wandered as he strolled through the halls, he heard an odd noise ahead of him. The closer he got, the more it sounded like a girl weeping, and it was coming from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. He thought about walking away, believing it was probably Moaning Myrtle. However, Myrtle had been quiet since the battle of Hogwarts, and there was a chance it could be some homesick first year instead.

Sighing, Harry walked up to the door and knocked lightly.

“Hello? Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Go away!” a thick, nasally, but definitely older female voice yelled back.

Okay, so definitely not a first year, Harry thought.

“Look, it’s obvious your have a bad day, but it’s after curfew,” Harry called through the door.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter!” the girl sneered.

“Parkinson?” Harry asked.

“Yes. Now, leave me alone!” Parkinson shouted, before breaking down into loud sobs.

Rolling his eyes and thinking the crying was and act to get him to leave, Harry pushed open the door and waled into the bathroom. Pansy looked up at him with a baleful glare, her eyes red and puffy, with clear tear tracks down her cheeks.

Definitely not faking, Harry thought.

“You can’t just leave me alone, can you?” Pansy asked miserably.

“Nope,” Harry said, lifting himself up and taking a seat on one of the sinks next to the one Parkinson was crying at. “So, what’s got you so upset?”

“Why would I tell you?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Well, I could just give you detention, if you’d prefer,” Harry said with a careless shrug.

“Fine, go ahead,” she said, wiping her eyes. “What does it matter?”

Harry had never seen Parkinson act like this before. Sure, she still had that infuriatingly superior attitude, but it was easy to see just how miserably she was at the moment.

“Is it really going to hurt anything for you to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry asked in a kinder tone.

Parkinson looked at him oddly, her brow furrowed.

“Why are you being nice to me? You should hate me,” she said.

“Dying gives you a whole new outlook on life,” Harry said with a smile. “Besides, I’ve seen people I thought were completely irredeemable change their lives around, why not you?”

“I tried to hand you over to the Dark Lord,” Pansy deadpanned.

“You were scared,” Harry replied with a shrug.

Pansy snorted, then stared down at her hand quietly for a long time. Just as Harry was beginning to lose his patience, she finally spoke up.

“Draco broke up with me for that skank Astoria Greengrass,” she muttered quietly.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said.

“I just can’t believe he would do that to me,” Parkinson ranted. “I stood by him for seven years, I did everything he asked me to do, and then he just dumps me because my family will make him look bad. His family is worse than mine ever was!”

Pansy paced as she seethed with anger. Despite the way she had treated him and his friends over the years, Harry still felt a little sorry for her. The worst part was, she didn’t even realize Malfoy had been using her for years. Everyone knew it, but she truly believed he cared for her.

“You can do better than Malfoy,” Harry told her. “His family is basically ruined after the part they played in the war. The Wizengamot is planning to ban his family from holding a position in the Ministry for a century, along with a few others. What better way to get back at him than to find some better?”

Parkinson stopped and looked at him thoughtfully. Slowly, her lips lifted into a wide grin.

“You know, Potter, that a great idea,” she said. “Can you help me with something?”

“Depends what it is,” Harry said.

“Well, it’ll take me a while to find the right wizard, but in the meantime, I want do something to really get back at Draco,” Parkinson said as she began sauntering towards him, her hips swaying intentionally. “And what better way to make him angry than to fuck the one person he hates more than anyone else? You.”

Harry hopped down from the sink, his eyes going wide and his pulse racing. Before he could make for the door, Parkinson stopped him by placing her hand on his chest.

“Look, Parkinson –”

Harry cut off as she grabbed his cock through his trousers and began rubbing his growing bulge. The last time he’d slept with anyone had been Ginny just before Bill and Fleur’s wedding more than a year ago. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to fully harden in her hand, despite how much his brain was telling him to leave.

“Wow,” Parkinson said, looking down at his crotch as her fingers traced his length. “That’s a lot bigger than Draco’s. I’m going to have fun with this.”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Parkinson chose that moment to look up and kiss him hard on the lips. As they kissed, she reached down and opened his pants before reaching in and pulling out his rock-hard cock. He couldn’t help but grunt as her small, soft hand stroked him up and down.

Pulling back form the kiss, Parkinson grinned at him before staring down at his length hungrily. Giving him one last stroke, she moved over to the sink next to him, and reached under her skirt, showing a good portion of her long, pale thighs. With a little shimmy, she pulled down her black silk knickers and dropped them to the floor. Bending over, Parkinson lifted up the back of her skirt, revealing her small but round ass, the skin lily white and without a blemish in sight.

“Come on, Potter. You know you want to,” she said teasingly.

After a short mental debate, Harry figured why not. Even if she did tell anyone, no one would believe it anyways.

Moving behind her, Harry ran the head of his cock between her taut, bald lips a few times until he could feel her starting to get wet, before lining himself up with her entrance. Parkinson felt incredibly tight as he slowly forced her fold open around his thick head. A low moan left her throat as he gingerly sank deeper and deeper into her hugging depths. When he finally bottomed out, his hips resting on her pale cheeks, she panted and ground, her walls spasming lightly around him.

After giving her a long moment to adjust to his considerable size, Harry started slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. With each movement, Parkinson seemed to grow wetter and wetter until her arousal was practically dripping off of his shaft.

“I’m not one of you pathetic little girlfriends, Potter. Fuck me,” Parkinson barked.

Rolling his eyes, Harry drew his length nearly all the way out before slamming back into the hilt. Parkinson grunted, her lithe body jolting forward from the powerful thrust before she let out a low, whorish moan. Smirking, Harry repeated the process twice more.

“Is that the best you can do?” Parkinson goaded. “I knew a Half-Blood wouldn’t know how to fuck properly.”

Narrowing his eyes, Harry grabbed her hips tightly and pulled back as far as he could with falling out. Pausing for a long moment, he waited for her to squirm before he moved. With a sudden, harsh thrust, he slammed into her, jerking her forward hard enough that the top of her head nearly hit the mirror in front of her. From there, he just kept pounding her with fast, vicious thrusts.

Parkinson gaped and groaned, her hands scrambling for grip on the smooth porcelain sink. Harry looked down, watching the was her ass ripped from each thunderous impact of his hips and his cock stretching her tight pink folds each time it pierced her lips.

“I bet the Mudblood Granger never let’s you fuck her like this,” Parkinson said.

His blood boiling, Harry grabbed her dark black hair roughly and yanked her head back.

“Don’t call her that,” Harry spat venomously.

Raising his hand, he brought it down on her right ass cheek with a sharp crack, the impact turning the white skin a bright pink. Surprisingly, Parkinson moan and trembled around him as she reached a sudden climax.

“Fucking whore,” Harry growled, mercilessly pounding her into the sink as he thought of all the insults and problems she’d caused him and his friends over the years.

Again, Parkinson moaned and bucked back against his hammering cock. Holding her hair with one hand, he reached around with the other and ripped open her shirt, scattering buttons all over the tile floor. Roughly shoving her bra up over her breasts, he groped it hard, his fingers sinking deep into the small, perky mound of flesh. Despite their smaller size, they jutted from her chest like two fleshy cones, topped with puffy pink nipples.

Grabbing her nipple between his fingers, Harry squeezed tightly, just enough to cause he some light pain. That set Parkinson off again, her depths flooding his cock in arousal.

“Potter,” she said in a trembling groan.

As she tightened around him, Harry grunted. He could feel his own climax quickly rising. Grabbing her hips again, Parkinson’s head flopped down while he grabbed her hips tightly and began hammering into her as fast as he could. With a roar, he buried himself as deep as he could and let loose, bathing her walls in a massive amount of cum. His hips continued to jerk forward spasmodically until his peak came to an end.

“Holy shit,” Parkinson gasped, using the sink to hold herself up.

Harry couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction. Slowly, he pulled out of her grasping depths. When he finally slipped free, he watched as a rivulet of whit cum flowed from her swollen, gaping lips.

“Try not to get caught on your way back to your common room,” Harry said as he tucked himself away.

Parkinson groaned as she unsteadily got to her feet, staring at him like she’d never seen him before.

Harry smiled and gave her a jaunty wave as he left the bathroom.