[FIC] A Cure for Boredom :: Pansy/Charlie | gift for thisaestus Title: A Cure For Boredom Author: Recipient:thisaestus Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Pansy/Charlie Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Word Count: 3497 Summary: Pansy Parkinson is bored and in need of entertainment. Author’s Notes: I really hope you don’t mind PWP, because this undoubtedly qualifies. Thank you so much to H for the beta.
Pansy Parkinson was bored out of her mind.
It had been two years since the fall of the Dark Lord, and while things were slowly returning to normal for those who had been against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for those who had been followers or even sympathizers, their definition of ‘normality’ had changed, and an air of mistrust and suspicion had followed them. As for herself, Pansy had, for the first several months, had to adjust greatly. Not only had she had been branded with the stigma of being the child of a sympathizer, but she had borne the brunt of suggesting that the students of Hogwarts turn Harry Potter over to the Dark Lord to save themselves, and it had been quite severe. So much so, that with the exception of her Slytherin housemates and the odd Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, none of her peers would have anything to do with her.
Luckily, Pansy had been near the top of the class upon leaving school, and it had been impossible for St. Mungo's to ignore her application for admission to its Healer-in-training program. Within a couple of months after beginning it, she had proved her skills, earning the respect of her co-workers, and slowly begun working herself back into society’s good graces. It hadn’t hurt, either, that she had started associating with so-called 'respectable' company, including that of Neville Longbottom, who had been one of Pansy's earliest patients following what had been a particularly harrowing Auror mission and her customary date – and bed partner – for several months before he’d hooked up with Hannah Abbott.
Not that Pansy would have ever admitted it to anyone, but she actually missed Longbottom, who had at least been interesting and quite adept in the sack. And although Zacharias Smith had initially replaced Longbottom as a physically satisfactory fuck-buddy, he had been seriously lacking in the personality department, and Pansy had quickly grown more than a little weary of him. She couldn’t even count on Daphne Greengrass to hang out with any longer since she had recently hooked up with Theo Nott and pretty much abandoned Pansy in the process.
So here she was, utterly pathetic, spending her day off sitting alone at the bar of The Three Broomsticks, nursing a bottle of mead and watching ickle Hogwarts students attempt to purchase drinks stronger than butterbeer to no avail.
“Fuck,” she muttered as she took a drink, surveying the room. The tavern was emptier than usual for a Hogsmeade weekend, most likely due to the upcoming Triwizard Tournament event scheduled for the next day. Nevertheless, one particular table had caught her attention straight away, and the longer she sipped her mead, the more she found her gazes lingering and her mind wondering.
It had been too long, she’d told herself initially, which was why she would even entertain such thoughts. After all, she had ditched Smith two months ago and hadn’t found a suitable replacement as of yet, so naturally three hot-blooded, tight-trousers-wearing, ruggedly handsome blokes were going to catch her attention.
And it wasn’t as if she was alone; as far as Pansy could tell, the ten or so women in the room above the age of twelve were watching the far corner table and lusting over Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Charlie Weasley as well. But unlike any of those other women, Pansy hardly planned to be satisfied with watching and not touching.
No, before the night was through, she was going to be fucking one of them; the question was simply ‘which one’.
Her eyes focused first on Potter with his tousled, just-tumbled-out-of-bed hair, his sly grin, his intense green eyes, his chiseled face, and his lean chest showcased by his tight t-shirt.
Yes, it would be quite a coup to shag the Savior of the Wizarding world, Pansy thought, and he might actually be receptive, seeing as his girlfriend had been on a highly-publicized road trip and he was most possibly quite tired of being serviced by his right hand. But then again, from everything she had seen in the Daily Prophet, Potter was quite ‘in love’ and if Pansy were to succeed, it would require large doses of liquor, in which case he would be worthless in the sack anyway.
With a shrug, Pansy turned her gaze to Potter’s sidekick, Weasley, with his shaggy hair, his infectious grin, his laughing blue eyes, his large hands, his strong, long legs, and who, as usual, was seated directly next to Potter.
Weasley would be an interesting shag, to say the least. She’d always imagined that he’d be rather wild in bed, that all that energy and temper would translate into quite adventurous sex. Not to mention that fucking Weasley would devastate Granger, who had not one time been even conciliatory towards Pansy, and that alone nearly made it worth going after, especially since Weasley and Granger were in one of their ‘off-again’ periods. Yes, he was a promising possibility, and Pansy was fairly sure that with just enough – but not too much – Firewhisky and a glimpse or two of her tits, she could help Weasley forget about Granger for a night – or more if he met her expectations.
Pansy turned back towards the bar and set her glass on the counter before running her fingers through her long, silky hair.
“You’d do better to take a picture. I can arrange one if you’d like.”
Pansy startled at the deep voice to her right, and she spun around to find herself face to face with the other Weasley.
“Pardon?”
He smirked and winked. “You heard me. You’ve been eyeing us since we sat down.”
“What if I was?” she retorted snidely. “Is it a crime now to glance around a room?”
“Quite the contrary, actually. The others,” he nodded backwards towards the table he had vacated, all the while, his eyes roaming her body, “haven’t noticed, but I’ve made it a rule never to ignore when a beautiful woman continually looks my way.”
Although she recognized a line when she heard one, Pansy couldn’t help but be flattered, and she was furious with herself when she felt her cheeks flush as she considered him: his short dark ginger hair, his dimpled grin, his deep brown eyes, his muscled arms, his stocky, yet bulging frame.
While Potter and Weasley were men, Charlie Weasley was a man in the most visceral sense of the word. She noticed burn scars on his forearms and a vague recollection that he worked with dragons crossed her mind, making him even sexier in her eyes. Not to mention that he was years older – close to ten years older if she ventured a guess – and lived in Romania. And, seeing as his brother and Potter had obviously not told him who she was, he would have no bloody idea who she was, which appealed to Pansy on many levels. Plus, he oozed self-confidence and carried himself in an almost rogue-like manner, and she felt quite sure that he would readily take charge and fuck a woman into the mattress.
She was never one to make a rash decision without considering all of her possibilities, but any designs that she’d had on his brother dissipated, and Pansy quickly made up her mind that this was the man she needed in her bed for the night.
“Who says I was looking your way?”
“Touché,” he replied, holding out his right hand. “Charlie Weasley.”
Pansy’s lips curled into an amused smirk as she eyed his hand then shifted her gaze back to his face as she shook it. “Pansy Parkinson,” she replied, lightly skimming her nails along his finger as she released his hand.
“So tell me, Pansy Parkinson, why are you sitting here all alone?”
“Truthfully?” she asked, not waiting for him to reply before she continued matter-of-factly, “It’s my day off, and I’m bored.”
“What a pity,” he teased, picking up her glass and finishing off her drink. “Oak-matured mead. A woman after my own tastes.”
Neither his tone nor the suggestiveness of his words was lost on Pansy, and she smirked with practiced modesty. “And my taste is exquisite,” she purred, slowly licking her lips.
To her delight, Weasley looked almost surprised, although pleasantly so, and his easy grin quickly shifted to a more desirous one.
“You don’t say?” he countered, his eyes locked on her fingertip, which she was now slowly running along the edge of her bottom lip.
“Hmm…” Pansy tossed her black hair over her shoulder and feigned nonchalance, never mind that her knickers were soaked and her brain was being bombarded with visions of Weasley going down on her. “It’s unfortunate then that you’re otherwise engaged,” she gestured to the back of the tavern, “as I’d be most interested to hear your assessment of my exquisite tastes.”
Weasley rose abruptly and strode back to the table where his brother and Potter remained, and Pansy felt more than a bit frustrated – and embarrassed – when he sat down in the chair he’d left earlier and began talking with them. Not to mention she was confused. She was well aware of the affect she had on men, and he had clearly been interested, seeing as his eyes hadn’t left her tits for more than twenty seconds at a time, and she surely hadn’t been too bold, not with the come-on lines he had been feeding her.
She was about to reach fuming stage, wondering what the fuck he thought he was doing, when he stood and tossed a few galleons on the table before making his way back to her. Pansy glared at him furiously and was on the verge of telling him to forget it when he returned, took her by the arm, and pulled her off the stool upon which she sat.
“Lead the way. I’m all yours.” He motioned towards the Floo, but Pansy shook her head.
“This way,” she replied curtly, still overcoming the anger she’d felt only moments before, and without another word, she led him out the door and started down the street.
“Where –”
“My flat is just up the way,” Pansy explained without looking his way, and within moments, they had reached the building housing her flat, and she let herself in with a flick of her wand. She slowly climbed the stairs to the third floor, well aware that her arse was directly in Weasley’s line of vision, and she paid special mind to swaying her hips more exaggeratedly than usual.
Pansy waved her wand once more as they walked down the corridor towards number three, and the door flew open in time for them to walk across the threshold without pausing. She had just tossed it onto the side entry table when she heard the door shut and within seconds, she found herself pressed face first against the wall.
“Quite the place you have here,” Weasley murmured as he pulled her hair almost roughly to the side and began lightly biting the back of her neck. His other hand wrapped around her waist and he pressed his erect and impressively sizeable cock against her arse.
“It’s quite an enviable address,” Pansy moaned reflexively. Damn it felt good to be sandwiched between the hard wall and his hard body, and the last thing she really cared to do was talk about the flat her father had purchased for her after the Ministry had unfrozen his accounts.
Gratefully, Weasley was apparently thinking the same thing, because he said nothing else and instead increased the pressure of his teeth on her neck. The fingers of one hand unfastened the buttons of her blouse, and his mouth moved down to her shoulder when he’d pulled the fabric away and tossed her blouse to the floor before slipping his arms around her once more.
“Ah…a woman after my own heart,” he remarked upon finding her braless and he pinched each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Pansy moaned again in response, her forehead resting against the wall and her hands splayed flat on either side of her head. Weasley’s mouth was insistent, nipping her skin almost to the point of pain before massaging it with his tongue, and his fingers were doing the same to her nipples, pinching until she was on the verge of crying out then releasing and flicking it into an even sharper point.
He continued along that, moving back to her neck and down her spine, increasing the throbbing in her center with each nip, pinch, lick, and flick, and when Pansy’s attempt to relieve the tension in her center by squeezing her thighs together proved unsuccessful, she slipped one of her hands inside her trousers and knickers and began stroking her clit.
Her actions clearly had an effect on Weasley, who knelt behind her and increased the speed of his path down her back, finally releasing her tits and moving his hands to the front of her trousers, making short work of them and her knickers. Pansy kicked off her loafers and lifted her feet when prompted, turning and looking down at him over her shoulder as she allowed him to finish undressing her from behind. The picture he presented – fully dressed and kneeling behind her, his eyes level with her middle back, his mouth so close to the curve of her arse – was terribly erotic, and she thrust two of her fingers inside her aching center.
“Let me help you with that,” Weasley murmured against her back, and Pansy was suddenly shifted around, her back pressed against the wall this time. Weasley took her hand and sucked her wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes locked on hers as he licked them clean.
“Tasty, yes, but it’ll take a bit more to determine if it’s exquisite, as you say.”
Pansy watched as he pressed his face to her mound, but when his tongue began dancing against her clit, she lost all coherent thought, and her head fell back against the wall with a thud. The fingers she’d used to pleasure herself threaded into his short hair, and her breathing increased rapidly as his tongue stroked her clit expertly. Within moments she was on the edge, and when he thrust one thick finger into her and crooked it in just that way, her body shuddered, and she clenched her eyes shut tightly, fisted what little hair she could grip, and cried out as an intense orgasm washed over her in waves, prolonged by his tongue buried inside her and his nose pressed against her clit.
Her breathing was just returning to normal when he stood, still fully dressed, and grinned at her like the cat who’d got the cream.
“You were right,” he said simply, although his lustful gaze gave him away, and Pansy grabbed his face and pulled his lips against hers, sucking his tongue into her mouth greedily. Yes, she thought, she tasted quite delicious on him, and she was more than ready to taste him as well. But first things first, she thought, and she tore her mouth from his and eyed him haughtily.
“How is it that I’m completely naked but you’re still dressed? Doesn’t that seem a bit unfair?”
“No one ever said life was fair,” was his snide reply, and Pansy was even more turned on than before.
She hooked her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, scratching his sides as she dragged it up his body, and as she yanked it over his head, Pansy’s breath caught at the large dragon tattoo on his chest. She had never thought tattoos particularly attractive, but this one…this one moved. Black and brown, its head rested on Weasley’s chest, its tongue flicking out dangerously close to his right nipple, its body stretched down his taut abdomen, and its tail dipped beneath the waistband of his denims.
“All keepers at the reserve have them,” he explained, and Pansy nodded, still somewhat mesmerized.
“It’s quite impressive,” she said quietly. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his nipple, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Encouraged by the way it hardened under her tongue and Weasley’s guttural groan, Pansy began running the tip of her tongue around the dragon’s head, making sure to re-trace it as it moved, slowly making her way along the dragon’s body as it extended down Weasley’s stomach. As she neared his denims, she dropped to her knees before him and unfastened them, her tongue resuming its path down the dragon’s tail, which ended just below the waistband of his tented boxers, and Pansy had an urgent desire to have his cock inside her mouth.
She pushed his denims and boxers down his hips and slid his cock between her lips without even bothering to remove them from around his ankles, taking it as deeply down her throat as she could. She felt Weasley stumble slightly, and she grabbed his hips, holding him steady as she began swiftly bobbing her head back and forth, alternatively sucking his cock deeply down her throat and sliding it just to the end before resuming again. Within moments, she felt his hand in her hair, and the slight pull between his fingers only spurred her on, determined to bring him to the verge but stopping short of an orgasm.
Weasley, however, had other plans, and in no time at all, he was tugging her hair and growling, “Stop.”
Pansy rose to her feet and was met immediately with his mouth crashing against hers.
“Bedroom,” she murmured when they broke apart for air, and after he’d divested himself of his lowers, she took him by the hand and led him through the living room and into her bedroom.
Without ceremony, she crawled to the middle of her spacious king-size bed and spread her legs in invitation. Weasley surprised her by shaking his head.
“This way,” he instructed, sitting with his back against the headboard and gesturing for her to straddle his lap. Pansy did as he asked, groaning with desire when she slid down around his thick cock. Weasley’s hands clasped her hips and he leaned her forward to capture her nipple between his teeth.
“Fuck,” Pansy moaned, the dual stimulation of Weasley’s cock thrusting deep inside her and his mouth on her tits quite possibly the best feeling she’d yet to experience in her twenty years. There had only been three others. Draco had been rubbish, but she had always chalked it up to the two of them being sixteen, virgins, and his distraction over his assignment to assassinate Dumbledore. Then came Longbottom, who had been better than she ever would have anticipated, but he was often too timid or too gentle, and he had never understood that sometimes Pansy just wanted to fuck like animals. Smith, on the other hand, understood the fucking like animals part, but he was such a bloody idiot that he only came in the one position – with Pansy’s ankles over his shoulders as he pounded into her – and while she hadn’t minded at first, she had grown impatient and bored with him quickly.
But damn, not one of them had even come close to eliciting this feeling. There was no question that Weasley knew what he was doing, and before she knew it, she was coming again, her nails digging into his broad shoulders, her eyes glued on that magnificent dragon, and Weasley’s cock pounding into her relentlessly, drawing out her orgasm to unheard of lengths.
Her breathing was still labored when he halted his movements, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and maneuvered her onto her back without withdrawing his cock. Instinctively, Pansy lifted her legs to place her ankles over his shoulders, but he grabbed her by the calves and lowered them to his hips. Pansy wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together, and Weasley began a heated pace, dipping his head every so often to suck her nipple into his mouth or to delve his tongue into her mouth.
For her part, Pansy was experiencing pure ecstasy for the first time in her life, and as his pace increased and became more erratic, she was hardly surprised when she felt another orgasm building and then crashing over her. She was hazily aware of her head thrashing against the pillows, of his body tensing, of her hands gripping the bedsheets and his forearm, of a final, deep thrust of his cock, of his name – Charlie – reverberating through her mind but the words, “Fuck me…fuck, yes…” spilling from her lips and guttural moans spilling from his.
Weasley’s spent cock slipped out of her, and they lay in silence for several moments as their breathing returned to normal. Weasley rolled over and kissed her, leaning on one elbow and looking down at her.
“So tell me, Pansy Parkinson, have we relieved you of your boredom?”
Pansy let out a long, exaggerated breath. “Truthfully? I believe I need a bit more entertaining.”