"What Would You Do?" (Neville/Pansy, NC-17) Title: What Would You Do? Pairing: Neville/Pansy; background Neville/Hannah Word Count: 510 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Adultery, pegging Disclaimer: I am neither JKR nor any of the corporations to which she has licenced her creation. A/N: Written for the 2010 Bring Back the Porn Challenge. Summary: "What would you do if I told your wife about this?"
Headmistress McGonagall concluded the nightly Hogwarts faculty meeting. People poured out of the staff lounge.
Pansy Parkinson, Arithmancy mistress and Head of Slytherin, was walking back to her rooms in the dungeon, not far from the Slytherin dorms, when she heard another set of footsteps behind her in the corridor. She caught a reflection as she passed the glass case holding a stuffed nundu--Again?
With an index figure she scribbled on her door the current Arithmancy formula she was using as a password, and the door swung open. Pansy was followed into the room by Neville Longbottom--Herbology master, Head of Gryffindor, hero of the second war against Voldemort, husband to the mistress of the Leaky Cauldron.
Without saying a word, Longbottom dropped to his knees beside the hunter green velvet-draped bed. Pansy in turn retreated behind the Coromandel screen she had managed to rescue from the house in Northern Ireland. Several minutes later she emerged, wrapping a green satin kimono around herself.
Longbottom was still kneeling beside the bed, almost in a position of prayer, but he had removed all of his clothes. Pansy glanced with contempt at his ghost-pale arse. Gaining back the weight he lost during seventh year? He doesn't look terribly heroic from this angle. She reached down to grab him by his sandy hair, pulling him to his feet only to shove him onto the bed.
Pansy opened her kimono to reveal the strap-on she had donned behind the screen. From the wrapper's pocket she pulled out a small bottle of lube and applied some to the dildo. A little less than the last time; she didn't want Longbottom to have too good a time. She spread his heavy thighs and inserted the dildo's head into his arse, not bothering to stretch him.
Longbottom hissed, but made no protest or attempt to escape. Pansy shoved her hips forward, driving the phallus in deeper. With every thrust she brooded on the events of the past nine years. Everyone shunning her after she had pointed out Harry to Voldemort--honestly, nobody believed her when she said the words had slipped out before she knew what she was saying. The Shacklebolt government seizing the Parkinson family property to pay for the post-war reconstruction. Draco marrying that tarty little Greengrass. Mum and Farve living in the flat over Magical Menagerie on what she could spare from her Hogwarts salary.
Throughout all this, Longbottom had kept his head down, staring into the duvet. Pansy irritatedly grabbed his hair again, to tilt his head back and make him look into the looking glass on the other side of her bed, to make him face what he was doing, what was being done to him.
Longbottom's head jerked further back, and his hair slipped out of Pansy's grasp. With a groan he dropped flat onto the bed, presumably having come. Pansy abruptly yanked her dildo out of Longbottom's arse, and spoke for the first time that evening. "Tell me, what would you do if I told your wife about this?"