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Sharing the Love (Harry/Ginny/Pansy)
A collection of all of the drabbles (500 words or less) I've written for the hp_humpdrabbles LJ community.
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Pansy usually wasn't happy unless she was the center of attention, but she had to admit that her current position had its perks.
Harry was hammering into Ginny with everything he had, and Pansy was able to see it all in vivid detail as she knelt beside the bed. The Weaselette's eyes were shut tight, and sweat covered her freckled face. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust from her husband, who grunted every time his hips slapped against her skin. Ginny was as unnaturally silent as always, making no noise beyond her heavy breathing. Pansy had never understood how Ginny could remain so quiet when Harry fucked her. She knew that she would be screaming at the top of her lungs once it was her turn to be pounded into the mattress. She bit her lower lip at that thought, and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.
Pansy licked that same lip as she appreciatively watched her lover in action. Harry knew exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to please his wife and his mistress alike. Ginny wasn't one for foreplay or dirty talk; she wanted Harry's cock inside of her as quickly as possible, and she wanted him to focus on nothing but fucking her brains out. Harry was doing exactly that, and Pansy could tell that it wouldn't be long before she got off. Weasley would relax for the rest of the night after that, and Harry would be hers. As Pansy watched Ginny's orgasm approach, she tried to decide what she'd have Harry do first. Maybe she'd play the submissive tonight, and have him bind her and spank her before roughly fucking her, treating her as his own personal slut. Or maybe she'd throw him down and straddle his face, grab two tight handfuls of that messy hair of his as she humped his face. Either way, she knew Harry would indulge her, and she would be both exhausted and sated by the time the night was over.
Pansy's attention returned to the spectacle in front of her as Ginny gave a short, breathless gasp. The redhead's eyes were wide open now, and she had a satisfied smile on her face as her legs slipped from Harry's shoulders and hit the bed. Pansy had a grin to match, because now it was her turn.
“Beat it, Weasley,” Pansy playfully ordered once Ginny had come back down to earth. “Time to share the love.”
“Oh, pardon me, Parkinson,” Ginny said while rolling her eyes. She gave Harry an affectionate kiss on the lips before getting off of the bed and walking to the door, still nude. “Don't break my husband, please,” she said just as her pale arse disappeared from view. Once she was gone, Pansy stared down at Harry with a predatory grin on her face.
“You've got ten minutes to recover, Potter,” she haughtily declared while chucking her bra at his head. “After that, there's a very bad girl who needs a spanking.”
Harry was hammering into Ginny with everything he had, and Pansy was able to see it all in vivid detail as she knelt beside the bed. The Weaselette's eyes were shut tight, and sweat covered her freckled face. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust from her husband, who grunted every time his hips slapped against her skin. Ginny was as unnaturally silent as always, making no noise beyond her heavy breathing. Pansy had never understood how Ginny could remain so quiet when Harry fucked her. She knew that she would be screaming at the top of her lungs once it was her turn to be pounded into the mattress. She bit her lower lip at that thought, and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.
Pansy licked that same lip as she appreciatively watched her lover in action. Harry knew exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to please his wife and his mistress alike. Ginny wasn't one for foreplay or dirty talk; she wanted Harry's cock inside of her as quickly as possible, and she wanted him to focus on nothing but fucking her brains out. Harry was doing exactly that, and Pansy could tell that it wouldn't be long before she got off. Weasley would relax for the rest of the night after that, and Harry would be hers. As Pansy watched Ginny's orgasm approach, she tried to decide what she'd have Harry do first. Maybe she'd play the submissive tonight, and have him bind her and spank her before roughly fucking her, treating her as his own personal slut. Or maybe she'd throw him down and straddle his face, grab two tight handfuls of that messy hair of his as she humped his face. Either way, she knew Harry would indulge her, and she would be both exhausted and sated by the time the night was over.
Pansy's attention returned to the spectacle in front of her as Ginny gave a short, breathless gasp. The redhead's eyes were wide open now, and she had a satisfied smile on her face as her legs slipped from Harry's shoulders and hit the bed. Pansy had a grin to match, because now it was her turn.
“Beat it, Weasley,” Pansy playfully ordered once Ginny had come back down to earth. “Time to share the love.”
“Oh, pardon me, Parkinson,” Ginny said while rolling her eyes. She gave Harry an affectionate kiss on the lips before getting off of the bed and walking to the door, still nude. “Don't break my husband, please,” she said just as her pale arse disappeared from view. Once she was gone, Pansy stared down at Harry with a predatory grin on her face.
“You've got ten minutes to recover, Potter,” she haughtily declared while chucking her bra at his head. “After that, there's a very bad girl who needs a spanking.”
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