Trapped!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Alas

A/N: This was written as a gift for Pokeystar in the Slytherin House Yule Exchange. Thanks to DreamyDragon for the lightning fast beta.

When Pansy pressed the wine into his hand again, her hand dropped to his thigh after he took the bottle. Harry froze with the wine halfway to his mouth. Pansy's thumb began tracing circles. He exhaled shakily, took another drink, and levitated the bottle onto the floor next to the sofa. His finger traced a line down her arm to her fingertips. He grinned as he heard her breath catch.

Her hand tightened around his thigh.

Harry tried not to moan and considered that he might not survive this, not with his dignity intact anyway. Although Pansy had certainly tried her damnedest to accomplish that at dinner.

Something rallied inside him. If he wanted Pansy—and, oh, he wanted Pansy—then now was the time to demonstrate that he still possessed a backbone. His thumb stroked the underside of her wrist, and her hand relaxed as she made the tiniest of whimpers. Harry freed his leg from her grip and moved to kneel on the sofa, his arms trapping her against the end. Their gazes locked. "No more teasing. No more flirting buried underneath insults, Pansy. No more mocking each other's lunch companions in the Ministry canteen."

She stared at him for seconds before a wicked smile bloomed upon her face. "Yes, sir, Harry." She curled her hand around his neck, and he toppled onto her, their lips crashing together.

As she sucked on his lower lip, Harry wondered if all the build-up had, perhaps, been worth it.

Although, if he'd just pinned her to the wall in the Ministry lift, they could have started this months ago. He pulled away for a moment before diving back to capture her mouth. Merlin, would it always be like this? Wrestling for control? A wave of lust flooded Harry, and he hoped sincerely that the skirmishes would continue. He groaned at a mental image of them tumbling onto a bed, rolling over every five minutes as they battled over who got to be on top.

He clutched her hip and yelped in surprise as her wand jabbed at his wrist.

Squirming underneath him, Pansy fished for her wand, yanking it out of a hidden holster. "Tempus." Pansy flicked her wand and glanced at the hovering numbers. She dropped her wand onto the floor and smiled innocently up at him. "Merry Christmas, Harry."

Panting, he answered, "Merry Christmas, Pansy." Perched above her, he stared for half an eternity.

"What, Harry, aren't you going to unwrap your present?" Pansy murmured, her eyes betraying the slightest hint of nervousness.

Harry swallowed, his pulse racing. "Are you sure about this? You're not just doing it because of the wine?"

"Potter, I've had three glasses over the course of four hours and a five-course meal. I'm hardly tipsy. Besides, I could handle a good bit more before my judgement was compromised. We Slytherins are schooled to keep our wits about us when we drink."

Harry snorted, thinking of all the times he'd had to shove Malfoy through the Floo because he'd been too pickled to Apparate.

She glared at him. "Harry, this was entirely premeditated."

"You mean we're stuck down here when we could be—"

"No, not that annoying detail. I'm fairly sure that was Draco's doing. The poor thing was tired of hearing me whinge about you."

He laughed. "Yes, poor Draco."

"You know, I might get truly offended if you keep putting off your present."

"Can't have that," Harry mumbled as he tugged Pansy down to lay on the couch. He settled in between her legs and kissed her again as his fingers tickled the back of her knee. She arched up against him. His hand inched up her leg. Oh, thank Merlin. No pesky suspenders to fumble with. No tights to worry about snagging. No creepy feeling charms. Pure unobstructed leg. Heaven.

Harry scooted down the couch and licked the inside of Pansy's thigh, pulling her dress back as he went. Pansy shrieked.

He stared at the red knickers that lurked underneath Pansy's skirt. "Isn't this a bit cliché?"

He watched her chest heave as she caught her breath. "I've been told that one needs to be rather obvious when seducing a Gryffindor. Now do you believe this was premeditated?"

"I might." He rubbed his thumb across the front of her knickers and grinned when she squirmed against him.

"Mmm, Pansy, you deserve better than a quick shag on a transfigured sofa." He sucked on the inside of her thigh again.

"Lucky me. You don't seem to mind."

Harry jerked his head from her soft—very, very, unbelievably, irresistibly soft—thigh. "Should we stop?" He panicked.

Pansy's mouth narrowed into a thin line. "Harry, you can give me a noble shag later. Now get back over here."

His head was halfway back to that delightful spot of flesh when Pansy halted him. "This will not hold for future encounters, but Harry, screw the foreplay and come shag me."

"No foreplay?" Harry repeated dumbly.

"Harry, dinner was three hours of foreplay."

"Picking at me was foreplay?"

Pansy nodded.

Merlin, he would have to wear bulky robes to work for the rest of his life. He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Harry, get back down here now," she demanded as she tugged off her knickers.

He might have argued, if the sight before him wasn't so damned tantalising. He crawled between her legs and moaned as she flicked his belt open and shoved his trousers and pants down.

She flopped back on the sofa, her hair a tousled wreck. He grabbed her wrists and held them against the end of the sofa. He growled, "You are far too bossy, witch."

Pansy could only moan in response as he pinched a nipple still hidden by her dress. Again he knelt between her legs. He slid forward and gasped, releasing her arms to better support his weight.

"Yes," she shouted and wrapped her legs around him, her hips tilting against the cushions. "Oh, Harry. Faster! Please!" she begged.

Harry shuttered her demands with his lips and shortly abandoned any restraint. Their movements were frantic. Pulling, grabbing, thrusting. Pansy shoved a hand between them, and it took every bit of constraint not to come immediately at the feel of her hand rubbing against his belly. He managed to last a good five strokes after she arched violently and screamed in his ear.

He grunted as she wrenched her hand from between them. "Pansy... that was..."

"Yesssss."

He smiled against her neck. They lay there for a moment, kissing now and then while their hearts stopped racing.

Before long, Pansy shifted beneath him and gently nudged him off of her. Feeling around on the floor, Pansy retrieved her wand and cast a number of spells upon them. They finished righting their clothing just as a panicked and similarly dishevelled Draco burst into the wine cellar.

"Oh, Merlin's balls. The house-elves came tearing into my bedroom, screeching that a woman's being abused in the wine cellar. A word of advice, Potter. Cast a Silencing Charm next time."

"You deserve every inconvenience for locking us up in the cellar," Pansy said as she stood and tugged Harry off the sofa, flicking her wand to transfigure it back into its original form. She tucked the cork into Harry's pocket.

"Draco, excuse us. Harry's feeling rather noble this evening. I believe we should be leaving."