Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: alisanne
From: A Wicked Watcher: scarletladyy

Title: Sweet Distraction
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Pansy, background Draco/Astoria and Blaise/Hannah
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Pegging, fingering, semi-public sex
Other Warnings/Content:
Word Count: 2,922
Summary/Description: Harry always finds the Malfoy Christmas Ball rather boring, and distracts his wife with a lust charm while she's trying to converse with friends. Unable to resist, Pansy takes him into the hallway for some fun, but it isn't long until they get interrupted. Thankfully, a present on Christmas morning relieves all of their frustrations from the night before.
Author's Notes: This was an absolute pleasure to write. Many thanks to both the mods and my beta for being absolute stars.



Everyone who was anyone attended the Malfoy Christmas Ball, so if you were lucky enough to get invited, you certainly did not turn them down. Harry Potter never seemed to have received this memo, for it had taken Pansy a great deal of time and effort (and many sexual favours) in order to get him to go with her. He'd even complained about having to wear a suit, something about him wearing one every day to work, but Pansy had soon seen to that. There wasn't a chance she was going to go with him in casual clothes; she'd be laughed out of the ballroom.

Eventually they'd got there, though late. Fashionably late, however, in true Pansy-style. Draco stopped his conversation immediately and came over to greet them, well, her really, with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. They'd been friends since they were tiny tots and knew everything there was to know about each other. Draco had been the first one to find out about her and Harry, and though he wasn't exactly happy, he'd supported her.

"Potter." Draco nodded to him. Harry nodded back and held out his hand for Draco to shake, which he reluctantly did after Pansy glared at him. "How are you two this evening? Pansy, you really must see who Blaise has brought."

Pansy frowned. "Who? Oh, tell me it's not that Hufflepuff Abbot, please."

"Says the Slytherin who brought a Gryffindor." Draco smirked, and Pansy punched him playfully on the arm. "But yes, you are indeed correct."

"Ugh." Pansy groaned loudly. "She's such a bore. I don't know what he sees in her."

"Well," Draco started, "she is a bit of a looker."

"Yes," Pansy mused. "It would be like Blaise to go after looks."

Draco arched an eyebrow. "Because you've never done that."

"Don't talk as if you're all golden and innocent, Draco. I know things about you that would shock even Astoria. Come, dear." Pansy looped her arm in Harry's. "We really must go say hello to Blaise."

"Do you mind not insulting Hannah?" Harry hissed as they made their way over there. "She's a good friend."

"But a bore all the same," Pansy whispered back. "Blaise! Lovely to see you." She embraced him and gave him a peck on the cheek, which Hannah didn't seem too happy about. "And Hannah."

"Pansy," replied Hannah cordially, forcing a smile. "Harry!" She seemed to go for the same embrace that Pansy had done with Blaise, but Pansy soon put a stop to that. She walked through them, cutting off anything before it started, and grabbed Harry's hand.

"We'll just go and get some drinks." Harry glared at her as soon as they were away from their friends, but Pansy just smiled sweetly at him. This was her; he knew what she was like. "Careful on the Firewhiskey this time, Harry. You got a little too drunk at the Summer Ball and embarrassed me terribly." Another glare, but she just laughed it off. She was good at that. They worked best when they were at loggerheads with each other anyway.

"Hmm. It was the only way to cope with Lucius. He's insufferable, you know." Harry took a large sip of his drink, and Pansy poured a glass of water into it, just in case he got any ideas about doing the same this time.

"Oh, Lucius is harmless. He's ever so witty and charming and regal. Sometimes I wish you would take a leaf out of his book." Pansy had always fancied Lucius; though she'd never outright admitted it to anyone. He was always well kept, down to the last little detail, and always gave an impression of regality. Then again, it was Harry's fire that had drawn her to him, and Lucius was taken.

"No, thanks," Harry muttered. "I'd rather not become the sort of person who watches people mercilessly tortured on my drawing room floor and does absolutely nothing about it."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Are you still banging on about that? It's not as if he was the one who tortured her." She knew he wanted to retort, but he just let it be. They'd had this argument so many times it was unreal, and she was sick and tired of hearing about how that poor Mudblood was tortured. He swore there had never been anything between them, but he seemed to care an unnatural amount for her. It unnerved Pansy greatly.

The party went on as expected, and Pansy was having great fun laughing and joking with Draco's wife Astoria. Pansy had hated her at the beginning, but they were rather similar, which Draco insisted was the reason for them starting off on the wrong foot. Pansy refused to let Harry go anywhere on his own, not wanting him and Hannah to gossip in a corner somewhere. She didn't trust that one, or anyone really, around Harry.

"Sorry, Astoria," Pansy said politely, "I just saw someone I think I recognise from work. Mind if I catch up with you later?" She didn't wait for an answer, taking Harry by his tie and leading him into the hallway just outside the drawing room. "Merlin, Harry. The way you've been giving me the eye the last half an hour, you know I can't resist that."

"That really was rather the point," mused Harry, pushing her against the wall and kissing her neck. "I'm quite impressed that you managed to contain your reaction when I cast that Lust Charm on you."

"Rotten bastard," Pansy whispered, though it turned into more of a breathy moan as Harry began to nibble on her ear. She closed her eyes momentarily, and then remembered where they were. She wanted her eyes open for this, for the thrill of watching and waiting and seeing if anyone would catch them. With all the elegance of a schoolboy, Harry grabbed at her skirts and lifted them up, placing one rather warm finger against her slit. It stayed there for a moment, taunting her, teasing her, until she could take it no longer and thrusts her hips forward to meet it.

"I'm irresistible." Pansy rolled her eyes. Harry always got far too cocky whenever they shagged. He had a right to, though, she supposed. He was bloody good at it. "As are you," he added, and she smirked. Cocky, but ever the thoughtful one. He placed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around between them. She lolled her head back in complete pleasure, then Harry stopped and she snapped it back up. "We don't want you coming too soon now."

Heaven forbid, Pansy thought, but when she heard Harry fumble with his robes and unzip his trousers, she knew she was in for a good time. He placed his cock at her entrance and thrust forward, pushing her back against the wall. She moaned loudly, too loudly, as he began to fuck her roughly in the hallway. If anyone were to exit the drawing room by the door to their right, they would be immediately exposed. Just thinking about it made Pansy's cunt twitch, and she tightened her legs around Harry, pulling him forward with her hips.

"Jesus, Pans," he muttered, and she frowned. She hated it when he used that Muggle name; it reminded her too much of the life he'd had before Hogwarts. Still, now was not the time to be distracted by that of all things. The sounds of the drawing room were growing louder, as more people got up to dance, and others milled around talking to each other. When one particular group got a little too close to the door nearest them, they both looked towards it and then back at it each other, smirking. The excitement caused Harry to increase his thrusts, fucking her faster, wanting to reach climax before they were discovered.

Then there were voices; nearer, louder, and Pansy realised they were coming from the other end of the corridor. Knowing there was no way that either of them could come before they got there, Harry quickly pulled out and zipped himself up, letting Pansy down gently. As the voices grew, Pansy rapidly sorted out her skirts, and was near mortified when she recognised exactly who was coming towards them.

"Pansy, Potter." Draco and Blaise stopped in front of them, and then began smirking as they realised exactly what was going on. "Oh. My, Blaise, it appears we have interrupted something."

"No," Pansy said quickly; too quickly. It didn't help that she was flushed and blushing, her skirts weren't aligned properly and her hair was all over the place. "We were just chatting, away from the noise." Behind her she heard Harry confirm her story with a clearing of his throat.

"I see," said Draco, eyeing her closely. He knew; she knew he knew. She'd known him far too long. "Perhaps you would care to join us for a drink? That's if you're not otherwise engaged." He looked from her to Harry knowingly, that smirk still plastered across his face.

"We're not." Pansy looped her arm in Draco's and allowed him to escort them both back into the drawing room.

"Pansy," said Blaise. He was blushing now, so she couldn't even pretend he'd been oblivious. "You might want to fix your hair."

*

As excited as a schoolgirl, Pansy jumped out of bed first thing on Christmas morning. She screeched at Harry to get up and join her downstairs, so she could open her presents. Even now, she was spoiled. Harry knew he couldn't get away with just a present or two. The living room was warm and cosy, and the lights on the Christmas tree were already on; she'd requested this of the house-elves the night before. Half the floor was covered with presents, most of them for her from her family and friends, and of course, Harry.

"Come on!" Pansy squealed up the staircase, and seconds later a naked, very tired and messy Harry appeared. He clutched the bannister tightly as he made his way down, and she sorted out his glasses once he'd reached the bottom. They were lopsided, obviously put on the second she'd woken him up.

"Do you need to do this every year?" Harry said sleepily. "I wouldn't mind a lie in on Christmas Day every now and again."

"Oh you know mother and father will be here soon," Pansy countered, pulling him towards the edge of the presents. She sat down and eyed them all gleefully. "And there are some presents I'd rather they not see."

This appeared to wake Harry up, for he smirked and wiped his eyes. "Right. I'm ready. Hit me."

"Humph." Pansy scowled at him mockingly and he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry. You first. Here, this one." Harry picked up a medium sized present that was right in front of him.

With no thought to the care Harry had taken to wrapping her present, Pansy ripped open the paper to reveal a smart, black box. She opened it up, expecting jewellery, but instead there was a small piece of parchment on a raised platform. Considering that it seemed to be the only thing in the box, it did appear to be a waste. However, the gift itself was appreciated. "A subscription to Witch Weekly!" Pansy knew she was exaggerating her voice, for she'd always seen this as something she should have anyway, as opposed to a Christmas present, but Harry seemed pleased.

"I knew you'd like it." He smiled, and she carefully placed the present to her left.

"Now it's your turn." Pansy reached over the mound of presents to get to a particular one at the back, in a rectangular box. She knew she was taking a chance with this, but she hoped he'd like it. "Here."

Harry took the present, beaming from ear to ear. He wasn't as enthusiastic at ripping off the wrapping paper as she was, more careful and slow, wanting to make the excitement last longer. When he finally saw what the present was, his eyebrows rose in surprise, and he gasped.

"You're blushing," Pansy commented. Harry didn't appear to know what to say, and Pansy knew she'd picked a winner, even if he was embarrassed.

"Er, yeah. I think you were right about giving me this first." He opened the box it came in and stared at it. "Thanks."

"You're very welcome. I know you've wanted me to get a strap-on for ages, and I thought this would be the perfect size considering we've only stretched you with butt plugs before." As per usual, Harry blushed and bit his lip, avoiding her gaze. "Do you want to try it now?"

"Isn't it a bit early?" He was still staring at it, and his fingers were tracing the length. It wasn't that thick, for Pansy didn't want to scare or hurt him, but it was longer than anything else he'd had up his arse before. "I mean, your parents will be here soon, and the turkey—"

Pansy crawled forward and whispered into his ear, "The house-elves are handling the turkey, and the fact that my parents can come round at any moment is just more incentive." Harry smiled, and handed her the toy. He was into the thrill of being caught just as much as she, if not more so. She remembered when she first introduced him to it, and how he used to flinch at the slightest of sounds. Pansy took off her nightgown and pulled on the dildo, tightening it appropriately around her waist. It came with a vibrator at the base, perfect for stimulating her clit. "All fours."

Harry obeyed, bending forwards slightly to stick his arse out more. It was so delicious that Pansy couldn't wait to fuck him. The closest she'd ever got was a butt-plug, but now, they could expand their anal play further, and what better way to start than on Christmas morning.

Grabbing the lube that was provided with the dildo, Pansy smeared it all over the cock and then took great pleasure in preparing Harry's hole. He jumped at first contact, presumably due to its coldness, but moaned softly as she worked it in and around his hole. Once he was prepared, Pansy shuffled forwards on her knees and lined up, placing the dildo directly at his entrance. Not wanting to hurt him, she pushed forwards slowly, letting it slide in naturally. He'd taken butt plugs that were wider than this dildo before, so he was appropriately stretched, but she still wanted to take care.

"Fuck!" Harry panted heavily as the dildo worked itself into him, and once comfortable, Pansy began to thrust. She pressed the button underneath to start the vibrations, like the woman in the shop had explained, and was soon revelling in her choice to visit Muggle London. She thrusted slowly at first, in and out, teasing him, until she was sure he was ready and she began fucking him with vigour. Looking round between his legs, she could see that he was rock hard, and had a hand on his cock, jerking himself off. She grabbed hold of his hips and pushed him back, making him impale himself on the dildo, but by his groans, he just found this even more exciting.

After they were left frustrated at the Christmas Ball the night before, they were both absolutely desperate to come. It had been too late when they'd arrived back to be able to do anything, both needing their sleep and rather exhausted, so it wasn't long before they were both loud enough for anyone to hear if they knocked at the door. Adrenaline filled Pansy as she thought about how her parents would react if they caught them like this, and the vibrations on her clit became too much, pushing her over the edge.

She screamed in pleasure, driving into Harry with much force and setting off his explosion. With no regard for anything but their pleasure, she rode out both their climaxes, not even giving a damn that Harry was spraying their expensive and limited edition carpet with his spunk. Drained from her orgasm, Pansy allowed herself to rest on Harry's back for a moment or so, as he bent his head forwards to relax on the floor.

"Wow," Harry managed to say, albeit while he's trying to catch his breath. Pansy still couldn't respond, too out of breath, but she did sit up and lazily pull the dildo from his arse. It came out with a small pop, but neither of them seemed to notice. Not even bothering to take it off, she lay on the floor next to him and placed her arm around his shoulders. "You were right when you said I'd enjoy that."

"Yeah, I knew I would be," said Pansy, panting a little. They lay there like that for several minutes, and she thought of everything from the first time she met him to him asking her out to their wedding night, where they first explored their anal desires. It was nice to have some calm and tranquillity in their lives, just a few treasured moments to themselves to just be.

Then they heard the doorbell ring, and they hurried to get dressed and hide their new toy without taking too long. When Pansy's parents came through the door, she made sure she didn't even have a hair out of place.

She knew that if they'd been five minutes earlier, they'd have heard everything.