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Entry tags: | !complete, miles bletchley, pansy malfoy |
Who: Pansy Malfoy and Miles Bletchley
When: After the Midnight Quidditch Match?
Where: Slytherin Common Room
What: Pansy thinks Miles needs a Drink.
Rating/Warnings: Ridiculously High, there’s sex and drugs in here.
Status: Complete
Pansy figured Miles would arrive any minute. She hadn’t brought the whole collection of drinks, just a sampling in small bottles. They were glass, transfigured from large, clear marbles, and stoppered with cork. Each had about two gulps worth of liquid in them, maybe two ounces, and did different things. Some were simply alcoholic beverages. Others were potions, and a couple were Pansy’s personal recipes.
She had a dozen bottles in a small satchel, and was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room, reading. (Reading. What was the world coming to?) The Common room emptied slowly. Pansy was finally left by herself, sitting on the sofa nearest the fireplace. She turned at the sound of the door opening, wondering if there was anyone else sneaking back into the Commons at such an hour.
Miles was a little late coming in but not too bad. The guys had a good match out there, snark included. When it came to Quidditch, the boy couldn’t resist. It was a lot like dangling candy in front of his nose. However, he would also show up for alcohol, or just late night talk, even if he was a few minutes late. He gave her a cute grin as he crept back into the common room, not wanting to make any noise. More noise meant that people could find them, and then they would want to share. No good.
“Hey,” he said, flopping down on the sofa next to Pansy. His hair was a little damp, and he was still in the sweats he was wearing out on the pitch, but they looked good on him. “What did you bring me?”
Pansy turned to grin at him when he flopped down onto the sofa next to her. She reached up a hand and pinched at his damp hair. "Hey," she responded, then lowered the hand again to rest on the outside of her satchel. "That all depends on what you're in the mood for."
She paused. "How was your impromptu Quidditch thing? I should come watch the Slytherin team practice sometime."
Miles leaned forward a little, letting her play with his hair. He closed his eyes for a minute, then they sprang back. “It was fun. It’s weird out there, friendlier and still competitive. It’s a lot less than it is when we step out for a team match. Now that it isn’t war, maybe we aren’t mortal enemies. We just have a different philosophy in general.”
His eyebrows raised, regarding the bag. “I think there are a lot of good things in the bag. Do you want to stay here or go up to the towers?” They could stay in the common room, but it was a risk, even late at night. Up in the sky, the quiet was relatively assured, and he loved being up there.
"Yeah, there's a lot of things about 2015 that are quite a bit different from 1998." Pansy leaned back a little on the sofa. Kind of a weird subject matter, wasn't it? But she was glad that he had Quidditch here, too. It was a common thread that connected the two times. Like Pansy had Draco. Something to keep her a little more sane.
"Astronomy Tower?" Pansy asked. That was actually one of her favorite places to be while intoxicated at night. She loved looking at the stars. "We should have something on the way." Her grin brightened and she dug a couple of small bottles of blue liquid out of the bag. "To prime the pump, as it were. This is one of my own design; super hydration and absorbency. It's supposed to diminish tomorrow morning's hangover. And get us drunk a little faster." She offered him a bottle, wearing a smirk. It was almost a dare.
Miles looked at the little glass container and popped the cork. He always, always took the dares. He had trouble resisting those. He didn’t even smell it first, taking it down easily. He wouldn’t do that for anyone, but he really didn’t think that Pansy would give him anything he would regret later. He handed it back to her. “Let’s hope you’re right. Class always gets in the way of a good hang over.” He winked and then stood, offering his arm.
“We could do the Astronomy tower. It’s better than going back outside tonight. I always loved looking at stars, too. I haven’t done it in awhile.” He had been out enough. He remembered when the Astronomy tower was the center for half dressed students after hours. He had been up there more than once. He didn’t know if it was still used for the same things, but if they did catch a couple up there, he would have them tossed out before they could object.
Pansy wouldn't give him anything that he'd regret. Just alcohol. Or alcohol with enhancements. Things to up his sex drive or give him visions or make him burp brilliantly colored bubbles. That was Pansy's thing. She liked showing people a good time, whatever that meant.
"Good. Stars it is." Pansy downed what was in her bottle, then held open the satchel so they could both toss the now-empty glass bottles in. They were unbreakable, and would simply clink against the others inside. Then she stood and held a hand out to him. "Come on."
Once out in the hall, she dug around in the bag. "...here," she said, and pulled out some more bottles. Green this time. "Did you drink that punch at the Easter Ball?"
Miles took her hand as they walked, keeping it in his larger one. He took the green bottle without letting go, popping the cork with his thumb. He drank it before asking what it was. She was definitely creative with her potions. He had to hand that to her. His own specialty was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Ancient Runes. The second came about just because he found the Runes interesting. “It tasted good, whatever it was.” He flashed a cute smile.
At the mention of the ball, he let out a short laugh. “The punch was delicious, and I was never really without a cup.” When Miles had something he liked, he tended to overindulge. “I had already had a few when we were dancing. I remember that part. What happened to you after that?”
Oh, they were holding hands now? Pansy didn't mind, but it did come as a slight surprise. His hand was huge. It felt big around hers. Funny, how Miles was this older guy, quidditch star, Slyhterin god, really, and now they were the same age. So much had changed for Pansy over the last couple of years, she'd become a different person than the pug-faced third or fourth year student he might have remembered from his previous time. She'd grown up. A lot.
"Thanks. That's my own recipe." The bottle clinked back into her bag, and she downed her own green shot. "I noticed something about the pink punch... after drinking it I started to feel everything... more enhanced. You know? The hots were hotter, the smooths were like silk. Everything gave me goosebumps. That's what I designed this one to do. Do you feel it yet?" She asked, running her fingertips along the inside of his palm.
They had hit the steps up to the Astronomy tower when Miles felt the punch. She was teasing him, or his hand. He was aware of the lines, although they felt longer somehow. “That stuff has a kick to it,” he said. “It’s smooth.” It was like something that he couldn’t quite identify, maybe a little like the punch. Those chemically enhanced substances really did pack a more effective punch than just an ordinary drink.
He pulled her into the darkness of the stairwell, shutting the door behind them. The stairwell itself was only lit by the glow from the room at the top. He leaned back against the cool wall, not really sure why he was doing it. It felt so good. He was aware of everything, but the drink seemed to expand his normal senses.
His stood on the step below, following her now. They were the same height if she stayed on the step. When he started playing Quidditch, he was a mere 5’5”, and about 120lbs. Puberty had been a favorable event for the now 6’0, 170lb, handsome player. “Are you going to try some of this with me?”
It was smooth. Pansy was good at this. She'd put together the recipe, making it run as quickly and seamlessly as possible. It was intoxicating in a wonderful way: a comfortable, warm, sweet, thick drunk-like feeling that slowly spread from the stomach through the whole body, making each fingertip tingle. Every sensation was enhanced--everything felt a little stronger, a little better.
Pansy gave a chuckle when he tugged her into the stairwell. "I did already. You didn't see me gulp it down?" She asked, then turned and started up the stairs. "I've got more." She added, quickly and playfully jogging up the winding stairs until they were up in the Astronomy Tower's top room. She pulled another two bottles of purple liquid from her satchel.
"You drink, I drink," she said, and held him a bottle.
Miles followed Pansy up the steps. His head was a little tipsy, but it was a good kind of tipsy. When he stepped into the room, the glass ceiling caught his eye first. This was why he loved the tower. He lowered the lights, letting just the starlight come down. This was what made the Astronomy tower so great for dates, and he had a few up here.
He dropped down on the carpet, taking one of the big pillows that they could rest on while observing the perfect celestial bodies. He reached over and took the purple vial. “What does this one do?” he asked, popping the cork. His eyebrows raised as he lifted it to his lips. “Luckily, I don’t think you want to poison me. I do think it’s going to get interesting.”
“I wouldn’t poison you, don’t be silly.” Pansy was already feeling it. She stumbled a little as she moved over, then flopped down with him against the great pillow. Once settled she turned her eyes up to the clear ceiling and gasped at the magnitude of stars. It was a crisp, clear night, without a cloud between them and the heavens. They could see millions of stars. Pansy scooted a little closer to him, her shoulder brushing against his. The contact sent a little shiver down her drunken spine.
"...visual." She said, uncorking her own purple bottle. "...we did the hangover prevention, and the sensory enhancement," her words were slurring a little now because of the potions, "this one's a shot with an added a visual effect." Then she gulped down the purple liquid in two swallows. It tasted like fresh berries and cream.
Suddenly there were rainbows coming off every light in the sky--as if the stars were turned into prisms. Halos and trails of beautiful colors filled her vision. Just turning her head sent a kaleidoscope of beauty spinning around her eyes. It wouldn't last long, this one. The sensory one would go until they slept, and the tipsy feeling would linger.
“Whoa,” he said, lying against the pillow. The stars were stationary, but with this new thing on board, they began to move, or maybe it was just the trails that seemed to come from each one. He rubbed at his eyes, then opened them again. The lights skewed in front of him, bright and colorful.
He turned on his side, hovering over her, his chest pressed against her side intentionally. He enjoyed the touch, especially under the contents of the second vial. “How did you learn to make all this? I would have volunteered to test them.” If she had been meaning to tease him, it was working. His hand moved up, over her stomach, resting lightly on it. His fingers moved the way hers did against his hand. Even those small movements he felt as well.
It was a pretty amazing sensation. All of it. His body against her side, his hand on her stomach. Pansy closed her eyes for a moment to focus on the feel of it all, but didn't want to miss out on the fun rainbows. When her eyes opened again, she saw five pointed stars of color all over his face. He was very close to her against the pillow. Her hand came up to rest on his arm, then moved up his forearm, over his elbow, and trailed to his shoulder before running back down again.
There was a good chance that it felt as good to her as it felt to him.
"I've been testing a lot of this stuff myself," Pansy mentioned. When she blinked, it felt like her eyelids moved in slow motion. "...but I've had some volunteers, too. It's fun. Are you having fun?"
Miles let her hand roam over his skin. He sat up, pulling his shirt off, tossing it over his head. “Now let’s try that again.” He brought her hand up to his chest. Just the initial rub across his pectorals felt good, making hair and other things stand on end. “Sometimes you have to get a little creative with testing.”
Between the touch, and the colors, he could have fun like this, and not regret any of it the next morning. If that was the plan, he could support that. “Your eyes look huge,” he told her, laughing. “They are multicolored.” Meanwhile, his hand tucked under the material of her shirt, seeking her bare stomach, moving boldly towards her chest.
This is not what Pansy had in mind when she'd come up here with Miles. Not at all. She'd assumed they'd get drunk, chat, laugh, look at the stars, then sneak back to the Common Room and sleep it off in their respective dormitories. When Miles pulled his shirt off, she was caught completely off guard. Merlin's Beard, he was good looking. Ridiculously fit.
It wasn't what she had in mind, but she wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest. She lifted her hands up to run them over his chest, feeling sparkles under her fingertips, biting her lower lip in both concern and pleasure. Was this too much? Should they stop? But she didn't want to.
"It's the potion," she slurred happily. "...Miles," she spoke a little more seriously but just as slurred, "I wasn't trying to seduce you, you know." She wanted him to know that. She'd absolutely participate if he wanted a little action, but she wanted him to know she wasn't trying to get in his pants. She wasn't like that.
Miles had no idea where he was going or what he was going to even do next. He was thinking about sensation, and the feeling of that touch, fingers over his bare skin. He hummed happily, willing to just go with the feeling. “Weren’t you?” he grinned. “Oh right. I’m just the potion tester. You can see what effect things have.”
He leaned down a little closer. “Watch out what you wish for there.” His fingers traced a random pattern on her stomach. He kept it light, the way her fingers felt at first. He knew it made nerve endings take notice. “That potion is lovely. There are so many ways to use it. Just a touch is so … responsive.” He decided that was a good word. There were so many meanings tethered to it.
Pansy gave a laugh, and that felt like sunshine. Sparkles in her vision. Though, the visual potion was fading, leaving her still tipsy and tingling at every movement of his skin against hers. "Honestly. You'd think I was loose or something." She said, teasing. But her hands were feather-light against his chest, hopefully drawing out the most out of his hyper sensitive skin. Fingers trailing slow circles.
"Are you going to make me regret offering you some?" Pansy asked, her voice a breathy whisper. "I don't share this particular potion with just anyone, you know."
His laugh was low and husky, with eyes closed, going with the tingling of his skin. That was beautiful. The sparkling vision was retreating, in favor of whatever was going on with that electric touch. “That depends on what you would regret?” The smile that curled his lips was a bit more predatory, unlike his usual grin. “Why did you give it to me? I’m the kind of guy who will want to get the most out of things like this.”
"Curiosity," Pansy responded after a moment of consideration. "I figured I could learn something from you. The way you react to it. And I have." She closed her eyes, hands wandering once more. Lower this time. She felt the waistline of his pants brushing against her fingertips before she brought them up and around to his back. He felt amazing. Everything felt amazing. And she wanted more.
"How much more do you want to get out of it?" She asked before opening her eyes once more. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. She could almost see it.
Miles smiled, a light color coming to his cheeks, like he was caught, not that he minded so much. “When you make something that enhances touch, that is probably what any bloke is going to feel. It amazing. Nails trailing over my skin is sexy, and the high is so very sweet, not that ultra drunk feeling like the ball.”
“We are friends though, and I could so easily fuck that up.” Way too easily. Miles tended to sleep around, and there was more than one girl who had been a little angry at him for those things, especially when he was caught in a closet doing what he seemed to do best. Still fingertips trailed over skin, tempting him all over again.
That's definitely what she was going for. Being drunk was fun, but that heavy, intoxicated, passing-out feeling was not. This was lighter, softer, still tipsy to the point of slurring and sloppiness but without the weight. Without the nausea.
"We're friends, are we?" Pansy was grinning as she asked it, her hands still trailing along his skin. Down his sides. Around his back. The waistline of his trousers again. "And what makes you think you could fuck that up?"
“Yup, we’re that,” Miles said, dropping his head down suddenly to her stomach. He missed the hand on his back almost instantly. “So, if I start this - ,” his voice fell off as he ran his tongue over the exposed skin around her belly button. He nipped at it gently. The hand that was once there, was now on her thigh. “Too much?”
Sex was the quickest way to ruin a friendship if it got serious, and he knew that, but his brain tended to drift south. He had been good lately, or somewhat good. He looked up at her through his thick, dark lashes. He wasn’t sure if she would stop him or not, but he was giving her the option.
"I'm glad we're friends because--" Pansy gasped quietly at the feel of his tongue against her skin. Her head tipped back a little and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations he was sending through her. The potion amplified the feel of his soft, strong tongue against her flesh; the sharpness of his teeth was sensual instead of painful. It made her toes curl.
"...Definitely not too much," she exhaled deeply. This wouldn't ruin things, would it? Was this going to make things awkward? If it was, did she care enough to stop him? No, she decided. Go on, Miles. She met his eyes and nodded once.
“We’ll still be that,” Miles mumbled, pushing her shirt higher with his face. His mouth moved upward, teasing skin with his tongue until he reached her bra. For a moment, his hand moved from her thigh, unhooking a front clasp quickly. His mouth trapped a nipple between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue.
His hand dropped back to her thigh, moving her skirt upward until it exposed more leg. He added more pressure and suction. With the added effects of the potion, that should have an added bonus and he knew it. It drew away from the fact that his hand was on her hip, right at the waistband of her underwear, or maybe it wouldn’t.
Pansy gasped again at the feel of his mouth against her skin. Her hands were moving along his shoulders now, fingernails raking across his scalp. She knew how the potion in him would react to such a touch--as the potion inside her was making her feel every touch as if it was full of sparkles and rainbows.
"Best kind of friend ever," she mumbled as she grinned. She wasn't about to stop him. Not in the slightest. They could be friends who did this sort of thing. Pansy was a-okay with that.
He twirled her panties around a finger and lowered them, removing his mouth so he could slide them all the way down her body. He sat back on his heels, tossing them over his shoulder and then went back to work, kissing and nipping his way up her leg to the knee. He continued on, gliding his tongue up her inner thigh. He looked up, admiring what the added effect of the potion was doing along with his tongue.
Ever so slowly, he moved closer licking up her slit, adding fingers to get her ready for him. His teeth lightly grazed her clit, then his tongue added pressure in a mix of sensation. He did know what felt good, or so he guessed by the moans in his direction. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it right.
The other experiment--the research she’d been wanting to do on this particular potion, but hadn’t had the opportunity to yet--was going swimmingly. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Merlin, was she ever enjoying herself. Her fingernails trailed along his scalp as he teased her, pleasured her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She moaned his name. Miles. then a string of encouragement that probably didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since she was both babbling and mumbling.
His name was always nice to hear, and it gave him what he needed to stroke his ego. No need to ask if she liked anything. He already knew that. He continued with swipes of his tongue, putting pressure on her clit. His fingers and tongue moved together, attacking with practiced skill. Under the potion, more pressure would have her head absolutely swimming in pleasure. It would light up every nerve, make the orgasm that much sweeter. His cock protested, but it was only a matter of time before he satisfied that too.
Miles didn’t have to wait long. Pansy’s poor body couldn’t take more of the stimulation. Her back arched, her toes curled, her legs went rigid, and she came. Merlin’s Pants, did she come. Hard and long, her climax washed over her in waves. There were explosions of color behind her eyelids, tingles of pleasure running along her arms and down her legs. She moaned as she came down from that high, her muscles all going limp. She was putty in his hands.
Miles cleaned up his mess with swipes of his tongue, then moved himself back up her body, propping his head up. “Now you know what that potion is good for. I will bet it’s good for a few other things. His fingers started at her neck, drawing a simple line down her bare skin. The smirk was one of victory definitely, even though he wasn’t done. He had to take the pressure off his aching cock, especially with that potion still running through him.
“Oh?” Pansy breathed, turning to smile at him. It was a tired, satisfied smile. A smile of friendship and appreciation. “What did you have in mind?” Her eyes fell closed at the feel of his fingers along her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine. The best kind of shiver.
“Sometimes my hand just won’t do. Not with this stuff. I need something a little more effective.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, working up towards her mouth, running his tongue along her lower lip before kissing her fully. “I also don’t want it to wear off any time soon.” The simplest things were heightened. Kisses were warmer, honey sweet. His leg draped over hers, pulling them close together.
“We’ve got time,” Pansy purred, lifting her arms to wrap around his shoulders. She returned every kiss, even if she was a little lazy, a little sloppy. Her hand tangled in his hair. “I suppose that is to say… the potion will last for a while longer. How long will you last?” She asked, giving his hair a gentle, playful tug with her knuckles tangled in it. “...you could challenge yourself to outlast the potion.”
“No idea.” There was a low chuckle rumbling through his throat. He was feeling the pressure, not that he wouldn’t give it a great run. He pulled back, slipping off the sweats, kicking them off elsewhere, probably next to the missing shirt. He was back on top of her moments later. He set himself easily, then paused. It was almost an afterthought, but one slip up would leave him in a bad place. “You on anything?” he mumbled.
“I'm safe," Pansy said. No pregnancy for her, no thank you. Nor anything else. Magical birth control came with all sorts of other protections. And Pansy was practically a Potions Master. She was on three different and complementary potions to protect her from everything. "Go ahead, Luv. I know you need it." She lifted one leg to wrap around his hips.
He nodded and pushed at the same time, not too fast or painful. The potion’s effect was immediate. Warm heat became liquid fire, beautiful, like a fine liquor. It shot through his body, causing his breath to hitch for a moment. He pulled back and thrust, feeling it again. It was euphoric and he wasn’t even close. Perfectly fucking brilliant. Muggle drugs had nothing on this. “You could make a mint off this stuff.” He pulled her legs up higher on his hips, driving harder this time, building up to his pace.
"Oh, I intend to," Pansy breathed. Her back arched, her eyes fell closed, and she spread for him. Because it was just as good for her as it was for him, believe it or not. Sensations washing through her, senses tingling. Pleasure built within her, just as strong as before. She was gonna come again, no question. It was just a test to see how long it would take, and if she could hold off until he tipped over the edge. Might be fun to finish together. "Wow, I had no idea..." she moaned, wondering if the effects were growing stronger over time. It was possible.
Miles was finding out quickly how the potion built. The more sensation, the greater the effect. He built up speed and power, and every nerve lit up. It was a lot like flying. The potion seemed to propel him every bit as much. “Fuck,” he breathed, “won’t be that long.” Minutes. Definitely not hours. He was fighting it a little bit, yet loving that tension. “I need nails. Teeth. Anything.” It would only push him harder, and right now, he was greedy for all of it.
Pansy had been refraining from delivering pain, if she could, because she wasn't sure how he would react to it. Pleasure was much easier than pain. But when he asked for it--practically begged--she ran her fingernails along the length of his back, brought her teeth to his neck. She was trying to keep herself from drawing blood, but everything felt so amazing, she might have scratched a bit hard.
Nothing a simple healing charm couldn't fix later. "It's okay," she breathed, moving her hips against his, pushing harder and deeper. "You can let go." It came out as a whine, her body tensing as a second, albeit smaller, climax started to wash over her.
He bit his lip, but he savored it. He liked the nails, really liked them. He didn’t care if he bled, didn’t realize it if he was, the audible sigh said it all. He thrust back hard, and then the next one harder still. His back arched for more depth. Each thrust was taking more and more. It was the same way as he was in the air, wild and reckless but with a surprising degree of control.
“Right… fucking… there.” His voice was raspy, husky from the last few minutes. It only took a few additional thrusts and he was there. His own orgasm ripped from him, causing the chemicals in his brain to light up. He gasped, feeling everything all at once. Then he was riding on that euphoric high as his body let go. It left him panting and breathless, resting his head in the crook of Pansy’s neck, out of words that made sense.
Pansy gave a little whimper when felt him finish, as even that was better here and now than she'd had before. The danger this stuff was how shitty unintoxicated sex was going to seem in comparison. Hopefully it wasn't addicting. Fingers crossed.
She chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders for a cuddle as they both caught their breath. "Was it good for you?" She teased.
“Did you really just ask me if sex was good?” He laughed and rolled onto his back, stretching. His nerves were still lit up, waiting for the next touch that would send him into a craving for more of it. “It’s good. I’m good. Now I can sleep. I probably shouldn’t do that right here, or like this.” Being found naked in the Astronomy Tower wouldn’t be good. Many points would be lost, and many hours of detention would be paid. No thank you. “How about you?”
Pansy laughed, too. “It’s a joke. Seriously, Miles, do you ever get out?” It was good to know that it was good. He was good. He was good. Everything about it was good. Pansy was now wondering if this was it, or if they could do this again sometime. Not that she was all about sunshine, rainbows, hugs and teddy bears, but a good fuck was a good fuck. And Miles was a good fuck. Fingers crossed things didn’t get awkward.
She sat up a bit when he rolled off of her, and then started half-heartedly searching around for their clothes. “...yeah… I could sleep. Preferably in a bed.” She tossed his shirt at him.
His shirt lay across his chest for a minute. His arm stretched over his head. If there were awkward minutes, these were it, but he was determined not to make them that way. He watched her and then moved a minute later. He stood and walked leisurely to find his boxer briefs. “So much for hanging around and talking.” Okay, it was awkward anyway - a little.
He pulled on his sweats next, leaving his shirt over his shoulder for right now. He stepped in front of Pansy. “It won’t be weird now,” he said, shaking his head. His familiar smirk was right where it usually was. He leaned down and kissed her nose. “It was a good night.”
“We could still hang around and talk in the Commons,” Pansy offered as she started to put her clothes back on and into place. She wasn’t exactly in a rush, but it felt good to be covered again--in case someone came in. It would be much easier to pretend they hadn’t just done what they did if they were at least mostly clothed.
The kiss to the tip of her nose sent a little shiver down her spine. Good to know the potion was still in effect. “It was a good night.” She repeated, and gave him a smile.
“We can do that. Throw a blanket over me if I pass out though, and don’t let me drool. It really isn’t that cute.” Sleeping was never really cute anyway. Miles had decided that a long time ago, but there were times that it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t bother tucking in his shirt, but he never really did that in the first place. He pulled shoes on, and checked around for any last minute things. “Let’s get out of here, or we’ll make people wonder what we’ve been up to.”