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lrthunder82Title: Slytherin Stress Relief
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Blaise/Pansy
Word Count: 672
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Maybe slight underage, depending on Blaise and Pansy's age.
Challenge: Pairing prompt, Blaise/Pansy
Author's Notes: Takes place during Deathly Hallows.
Pansy stumbled into the Slytherin Common Room, desperately wanting to curse anything. Thanks to Crabbe, Goyle, and the Carrows, she was the victim of another prank by Dumbledore's Army. She knew who was specifically behind these incidents, but proving it was another.
When Snape and the Carrows had taken over, Pansy had hopes she would finally get a decent wizarding education, free of the Muggle taint that had festered under Dumbledore. But so far, things had gone too far. Crabbe and Goyle, who had never achieved anything before, were now the chief enforcers for the Carrows. Sometimes, they were too enthusiastic.
Despite that, the Slytherins had to give a united front to the rest of the school. Their pride, not to mention the Dark Lord, demanded it. Pansy was determined not to let the Gryffindors see her true fears.
When she entered the common room, she saw it was empty, except for Blaise. He looked up. "Bad night, eh, Pansy?"
She scowled. "You have no idea. For some reason, Alecto Carrow decided to use me as a pin cushion. She would have, if our esteemed headmaster hadn't walked by."
Blaise shook his head. "I think something needs to be done. We are purebloods, not blood traitors."
Pansy snorted as she sat next to him. "Unfortunately, they're Death Eaters. Even if we got rid of them, we might get Lestrange as a replacement."
Blaise shuddered. He knew Bellatrix's reputation. She made the Carrows look like Dumbledore in comparison. "Maybe Snape will restrain them."
She snorted again. "You and your optimism, Zabini."
He smirked. "Are you saying you like it?" he asked as he leaned closer.
Pansy rolled her eyes, knowing full well that she should stop him now. He had been trying to get into her knickers the past couple of years without success. She suspected his own worries about the Carrows had stopped him.
Yet, she didn't feel like stopping him. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. In fact, she did her own part and leaned towards him. Their lips met and it wasn't long before they were snogging passionately.
Pansy was soon down to her knickers as Blaise tossed her bra across the common room. She smirked as she vowed to make him pay for that later. In the meantime, she raised her body to allow him to remove her last article of clothing.
Since they were on a sofa, and not a bed, they had to move carefully. Their mouths rarely left the other, which made their position even more awkward. Finally, they found an acceptable pose, with her riding his cock.
She knew she should be quiet so they wouldn't wake the rest of Slytherin House. Yet, Pansy couldn't help moaning as Blaise fondled her breasts as he met her downward thrusts. She tilted her head back, with her eyes closed. She wondered why she had refused Blaise's earlier advances. She now knew what she was missing.
"That's it, Blaise. Fuck me," she moaned.
He was only too willing to obey. She gasped as he lifted her up, spun her around, then entered her from behind. His thrusts became harder and faster as her moans grew louder, then turned into screams.
They fucked all over the common room: on the carpet in front of the fireplace; on the table where many Slytherins did homework; against the wall under Salazar Slytherin's portrait. They shagged so hard that Slytherin rolled his eyes.
After they reached their mutual satisfaction, they collapsed to the floor, groping and kissing. "Next time, let's do it in a bed."
Blaise smirked. "How about now? Nott will be the only one in the dorm right now, but he's too busy fucking Daphne that he won't care."
Pansy nodded. He grinned as he stood, pulling her up with him. Without warning, he picked her up on his arms, carrying her to his room. As he proceeded to fuck her again, Pansy decided she could tolerate the Carrows' excesses of Blaise helped her to escape from reality periodically.
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Blaise/Pansy
Word Count: 672
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Maybe slight underage, depending on Blaise and Pansy's age.
Challenge: Pairing prompt, Blaise/Pansy
Author's Notes: Takes place during Deathly Hallows.
Pansy stumbled into the Slytherin Common Room, desperately wanting to curse anything. Thanks to Crabbe, Goyle, and the Carrows, she was the victim of another prank by Dumbledore's Army. She knew who was specifically behind these incidents, but proving it was another.
When Snape and the Carrows had taken over, Pansy had hopes she would finally get a decent wizarding education, free of the Muggle taint that had festered under Dumbledore. But so far, things had gone too far. Crabbe and Goyle, who had never achieved anything before, were now the chief enforcers for the Carrows. Sometimes, they were too enthusiastic.
Despite that, the Slytherins had to give a united front to the rest of the school. Their pride, not to mention the Dark Lord, demanded it. Pansy was determined not to let the Gryffindors see her true fears.
When she entered the common room, she saw it was empty, except for Blaise. He looked up. "Bad night, eh, Pansy?"
She scowled. "You have no idea. For some reason, Alecto Carrow decided to use me as a pin cushion. She would have, if our esteemed headmaster hadn't walked by."
Blaise shook his head. "I think something needs to be done. We are purebloods, not blood traitors."
Pansy snorted as she sat next to him. "Unfortunately, they're Death Eaters. Even if we got rid of them, we might get Lestrange as a replacement."
Blaise shuddered. He knew Bellatrix's reputation. She made the Carrows look like Dumbledore in comparison. "Maybe Snape will restrain them."
She snorted again. "You and your optimism, Zabini."
He smirked. "Are you saying you like it?" he asked as he leaned closer.
Pansy rolled her eyes, knowing full well that she should stop him now. He had been trying to get into her knickers the past couple of years without success. She suspected his own worries about the Carrows had stopped him.
Yet, she didn't feel like stopping him. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. In fact, she did her own part and leaned towards him. Their lips met and it wasn't long before they were snogging passionately.
Pansy was soon down to her knickers as Blaise tossed her bra across the common room. She smirked as she vowed to make him pay for that later. In the meantime, she raised her body to allow him to remove her last article of clothing.
Since they were on a sofa, and not a bed, they had to move carefully. Their mouths rarely left the other, which made their position even more awkward. Finally, they found an acceptable pose, with her riding his cock.
She knew she should be quiet so they wouldn't wake the rest of Slytherin House. Yet, Pansy couldn't help moaning as Blaise fondled her breasts as he met her downward thrusts. She tilted her head back, with her eyes closed. She wondered why she had refused Blaise's earlier advances. She now knew what she was missing.
"That's it, Blaise. Fuck me," she moaned.
He was only too willing to obey. She gasped as he lifted her up, spun her around, then entered her from behind. His thrusts became harder and faster as her moans grew louder, then turned into screams.
They fucked all over the common room: on the carpet in front of the fireplace; on the table where many Slytherins did homework; against the wall under Salazar Slytherin's portrait. They shagged so hard that Slytherin rolled his eyes.
After they reached their mutual satisfaction, they collapsed to the floor, groping and kissing. "Next time, let's do it in a bed."
Blaise smirked. "How about now? Nott will be the only one in the dorm right now, but he's too busy fucking Daphne that he won't care."
Pansy nodded. He grinned as he stood, pulling her up with him. Without warning, he picked her up on his arms, carrying her to his room. As he proceeded to fuck her again, Pansy decided she could tolerate the Carrows' excesses of Blaise helped her to escape from reality periodically.
