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Dark corners.


She was so bloody tired of shagging in dark corners. Her fingers tangled in the red hair of her lover, a low moan escaping her lips as he entered her deeper. She loved feeling him inside her, his cock stretching her, his hands bruising her arse. She left the bruises, not caring that Millicent saw them when she changed in the mornings.


Their relationship was a secret. Her idea. Now she wished she’d never insisted it be clandestine. After three months of shagging during prefect patrol, she wanted everyone to know about them. She’d caught that bimbo Patil flirting with him over dinner not two days ago and he didn’t push the little bitch away. Instead, he blushed and flirted back.


Pansy pulled his hair, listening to his groan of pleasure as her muscles tightened around his plunging cock. Her lips moved along his neck, tongue licking his sweaty skin, bouncing up and down as the tension began to build. She bit his neck hard, tasting the bitter coppery taste of his blood. He cried out as she marked him, sinking deep and coming. She could feel him dripping from between her thighs, her own release not yet reached.


“If you stop now, Weasley, I’m going to fuck you at breakfast for everyone to see,” she growled, knowing that he would realize that she was completely serious with her threat. His fingers found her clit, twisting it as he continued to move inside her, his spent cock no longer filling her as it had before. It was enough, the idea that he would now be marked and that everyone would know about them causing her to keen with pleasure.


Afterwards, when she was cleaning herself and he was awkwardly tucking in his shirt and arranging his robes, their eyes met. She licked her lips, her glance darting to the bite mark on his neck before looking at him once again.


“Guess you’ve changed your mind then,” he said softly, his lips curving into a grin. “Bout bloody time.”


“Smug Gryffindor,” she cursed under her breath as she allowed him to draw her to him. Giving him a bruising kiss before nipping his bottom lip. “If I don’t see that mark tomorrow, you’ll be doing the rest of your patrols this term with Draco.”


“Think Hermione might object to that,” Ron muttered, making a slight face as he recalled stumbling across the other two snogging in a dark corner just the other day.


Pansy cringed at the idea of her former boyfriend touching the Mudblood but wisely kept her opinions of the bossy bitch to herself. Instead, she told Ron, “No more dark corners.”

End.