ϟ Yer a Wizard, Harry

Pansy rested her head on his shoulder, her breath coming out of her lips in shivering and short gasps. After get rid of his trousers, she was unable to move, she was unable to think. She placed a soft kiss on his collarbone and sighed, the world stopped. She forgot about everything, she was there with him, existing only in that wonderful moment.

“Harry…” She whispered, her fingertips caressing his now exposed thighs. It was a new territory, she had never seen a boy naked, she didn’t know what to do or say. What was next?, she wondered. Pansy honestly had no idea, but that fire in her was asking for more, to be closer to him.

He stared at her, then his eyes drifting closed at the innocent caresses she bestowed on him, touches that felt like paradise. Harry’s heart stuttered at her whisper of his name, like the echoes of their souls meeting as she mapped his body. 

The sound of his name falling from her lips, stilled the world and there was no one else alive. Questions about what to do next were answered by the age old call of his body, a yearning met when he feels her body glance against the part of his anatomy that seemed to have taken hold of all his senses. He adjusted her above him, positioning himself at her entrance. His gaze pleaded with her to help. His voice was lost. 

Harry the boy who lived was now the boy who waited… waited for Pansy, his love, to at last, officially, make him her chosen one.

(Source: pansydaenerysparkinson)