Ultimatums and Opportunities

Pansy's hands shook with anger as she walked down the corridor. She wasn't walking freely though; she was surrounded by several 7th years. They hadn't cursed her, bound her or attempted to take her wand, but they'd made it clear that she had no choice but to follow them. She didn't know where she was being led or why, but she wasn't stupid. She stood no chance of taking all five of them out on her own. Harry might have been able to pull it off, but not her. She would just have to play along for now, and wait and see what was going on.

They led her into a room near the dungeons, and inside she saw Daphne Greengrass seated behind what looked to be an old teacher's desk that had been modified to better suit her needs. So this must be where Greengrass and her organization met up.

She was slightly scared when she realized just who had summoned her. While she hadn't blabbed about her relationship with Harry to anyone else, Greengrass had ways of learning things. If she knew the truth, she might view Pansy as a threat. This could end badly for her, especially surrounded as she was, but she did not let her fear show on her face. Fear was weakness, and if she appeared weak she might as well just admit defeat now.

"Thanks for coming, Pansy," Daphne said.

"Not like I had much choice," Pansy snapped. "Your goons weren't exactly taking no for an answer."

"Yes, well, I doubted you would come if I asked nicely and left it up to you," Daphne said. "Before we go any further, I'd like to ask for your wand."

"You expect me to hand you my wand?" Pansy said, feeling her fear grow while she tried to hide it with a shrill laugh. "Why, so you can hex me?"

"I have no intention of hurting you or doing anything to you," Daphne said calmly. "You can either give me your wand so we can speak privately, or my friends here will remain and learn some things about you that I believe you would rather keep private. It's your choice."

Pansy frowned. It wasn't much of a choice. Even if she had her wand with her, fighting off Greengrass and all five of her underlings wasn't a realistic possibility if things did turn violent despite Daphne's assurances. She probably had a better chance of catching Daphne by surprise and stealing her wand back than she did of winning a six on one fight. Wordlessly she dropped her wand into the outstretched hand of one of the 7th years, who walked over and put it down on the desk in front of Daphne. She nodded at him, and he and all the rest of the 7th years took that as their sign to leave.

"What the hell did you drag me here for?!" Pansy shouted as soon as it was just her and Daphne alone in the room. "I don't have time for this! I'm being expected by someone right now!"

"Oh?" Daphne raised an eyebrow. "By whom?" She answered her own question before Pansy was even given a chance. "He's probably getting his dick sucked by Tracey right now. If I didn't have to be here with you I would have been there as well."

"Who said you have to be here?" Pansy asked. "I sure as fuck didn't ask for this!"

"I'd rather not have to have this conversation either, but you've made it necessary," Daphne said. "The three of us were going to have a private get together tonight, but this can't wait any longer."

Pansy looked around the room, trying to spot some kind of exit beyond the door that Daphne had magically locked, but she saw nothing. She was really starting to panic now, but she wasn't going to let it show. She would remain defiant to the end, and since Daphne wasn't even pretending not to know that there was or at least had been something between her and Harry, Pansy wouldn't hide it either. Harry had saved her once, and maybe he could do so again, even if indirectly.

"Harry's definitely not going to forgive you if you do something to me," she said threateningly. And she truly believed it. Even if Harry had stopped shagging her because he was dating Daphne now, Pansy knew him well enough to be convinced that his moral code would not allow him to let Daphne get away with hurting her.

"As I said, I have no intention of hurting you," Daphne said again. "I will only do so if you attempt to strike me first, which I would hope you won't be foolish enough to do seeing as I have your wand. We're only here to talk." She pointed at a chair in front of the desk, which was an obvious indication for Pansy to sit down across from her. Pansy, not seeing any other alternative, did so reluctantly.

"After tonight, whatever you and Harry had is over," Daphne said bluntly. "I trust Harry, and I know that he'd never fool around behind anyone's back once he'd made a commitment. But I know how you are. You get too attached and too comfortable to let go. You've already given me all the proof that I need by how you've been stalking Harry around the castle." Pansy went to respond, but Daphne shook her head. "Don't even try to deny it. He's never said a word to me about you, but you're far too obvious. It's a small wonder half the school isn't whispering about you and Harry with how much you've been staring at him."

"Why shouldn't I look at him?" Pansy said defiantly. "I was his girlfriend, and I've been with him for most of the term."

"Girlfriend," Daphne said, smirking and rolling her eyes, making her opinion on Pansy's claim abundantly clear. "Yes, sure. Whatever you say. Thank you so much for keeping him company, but you're no longer needed. Tracey and I are his girlfriends now, so we'll take it from here."

"For now," Pansy said, getting upset at how the blonde was trying to dismiss her. "Maybe he enjoys playing at that romantic storybook shite with you and your lackey Davis, but he'll get tired of you soon enough once the romance ends and the shagging starts. He'll come back to me once he finds out that even you and Davis combined can't please him in bed like I can." She ran her tongue along her lips slowly, taunting Greengrass with what she could do and had done for Harry. Pansy had gotten to him first, whether Daphne liked it or not, and she wasn't done with him if she had anything to say about it.

"Choose your words carefully," Daphne said coldly. Her blue eyes had narrowed, and she appeared angry for the first time tonight. "Like I said, Parkinson, I know you. You're a simple witch with simple dreams. You were only after a replacement for Malfoy."

Pansy felt the anger fade as she sat and considered Daphne's words in silence for a few seconds. "That's all it was at first," she admitted quietly. "And yeah, I liked the idea of being with a rich and powerful wizard who could provide for me. I still do, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. But as I spent more time around him and got to know him better, I started to like just being around him."

"You liked having sex with him, you mean," Daphne said, but her eyes didn't look as cold as they did before, nor did her voice seem to be mocking her. If anything she seemed confused, like she hadn't been expecting to hear such sentimentality out of Pansy. Even Pansy herself was surprised, but that didn't mean it wasn't all true.

"I did like that, of course," Pansy said. "Who wouldn't? He's hot, he's got a big cock and he's an awesome shag. But even when we weren't fucking and he wasn't buying me things or giving me gold after I did favors for him, he didn't just throw me away like Draco did. We talked. It was nice."

Daphne stared at her silently for several long moments, and Pansy again got the impression that she didn't quite know what to think about what she'd just heard. It felt satisfying that she'd been able to catch the blonde off-guard after she'd been dragged in here and dictated to. "You can continue to be his friend, if he's interested in that," Daphne said eventually. "But sex is no longer an option."

Pansy wasn't sure how to respond to that. Should she thank her? She supposed that it was better than nothing, even if she still held out hope that she'd find her way back into Harry's bed someday.

"But establishing where things now stand between you and Harry wasn't the only reason I had you pay me a visit," Daphne said before Pansy could decide whether or not to thank her. "There are two things I can offer you today. The first is a place in my organization, for which you will be well compensated."

"Okay," Pansy said. Ignoring all else, she saw no reason why she wouldn't want to do that. She could definitely use a steady influx of gold now that she could no longer barter with Harry and trade him 'favors' in exchange for payment. But she was still wary. "What's the second thing you want to offer me?"

"It's another source of income for you," Daphne said. "Even if the sex between you and Harry is over, you can earn some money thanks to what the two of you used to get up to."

"What? How am I supposed to do that?" Pansy asked, looking at her fellow Slytherin suspiciously. If Daphne thought she was going to whore herself out or anything along those lines, she was mistaken.

Daphne pointed to an item on a shelf in the corner. "With that," she said.

"A pensieve?" Pansy said. "What, you want me to sell my memories of getting fucked by Harry or something? I don't think he'd go for that." She probably could make very good money off of that, come to think of it, but she knew Harry would be furious with her if she allowed strangers to see their intimate moments for the right price. The Pansy he'd first saved probably wouldn't have cared, but she wasn't that Pansy anymore. She cared what Harry thought about her, even if the opinions of most other people didn't mean much to her.

"Of course he wouldn't. But that's not what I meant anyway." Daphne sighed and leaned closer, as if about to confide in her. "Tracey and I are both rather inexperienced when it comes to sex. So we'll watch the memories of how you fucked him, and in a roundabout way you'll be teaching us what Harry likes and what we should do. But as I said, I'm not going to simply demand that you give the memories to me. I'll pay you 50 galleons for them."

It occurred to Pansy that she could refuse. Maybe that would lead to her earlier prediction coming true; maybe Harry would find sex with Daphne and Tracey so unsatisfying that he really would dump them and come back to her. But that was a dangerous game to play, and if it didn't work she would risk losing Harry from her life entirely.

Daphne looked at her with something resembling a scowl. "If anyone finds out though, and Harry in particular, you can consider the entire deal off."

"And you want me to sign a magically binding contract, I'm guessing?" Pansy asked.

"No. There won't be a written contract; that way no one else will find out unless you blab, and I hope you understand just why that would be such a bad idea."

Pansy nodded. "I do." Daphne hadn't overtly threatened her with anything should she reveal any of this to anyone, beyond ending all of their arrangements, but Pansy knew that she would make an enemy of both of Harry's girlfriends should she tell anyone about this.

Daphne repeated the deal she was offering, the payment offered and the conditions attached to it, and asked Pansy if she accepted. "I'm prepared to give you a moment to think about it, but--"

"No need," Pansy said quickly. "I accept. I accept both of the things, that is." It was an obvious decision in her mind. This way she got steady gold, plus Harry's girlfriends wouldn't object to her being around him. She would obviously prefer to have him go back to shagging her to, but this seemed like the best offer she could get right now. Plus this way she'd still be close to Harry in case things between him, Daphne and Tracey didn't work out after all.

"I'm glad to hear it," Daphne said. Her wand was pointed at Pansy before she could even blink, and Pansy flinched in fear, thinking she was about to be cursed after all. Daphne seemed to notice her reaction and gave her a little half-smile. "I'm only going to extract a memory for viewing," she said. "Just think back on one specific session you had with him. It doesn't have to be the first, or of any particular significance. Just any memory of shagging him will do."

Pansy took a deep breath as she relaxed again. After a moment's thought, she nodded. "I've got one."

"Good."

--

"Here's your wand," Daphne said after extracting the memory and placing it in the pensieve. She pointed to a small coin bag on her desk. "That's your first payment. You can take it with you and go."

Pansy nodded, grabbed the bag and made her exit, and after confirming that she was gone Daphne locked and silenced the room. She didn't want any interruptions.

"Let's see what she and Harry got up to," she said to herself as she entered the pensieve.

She found herself in a locker room, which was never a location she'd particularly cared for as she was no athlete. But her opinion of her surroundings increased tenfold when she saw Harry sitting on a nearby bench, naked and hard. It wasn't any of his quidditch teammates that had him in such a state, thankfully. Harry was hard because he was watching Pansy jump around in front of him in a Slytherin green and silver cheerleader outfit. It was an absurdly short and tight costume though; it looked more like something one would buy in a fetish sex shop as opposed to something an actual cheerleader would wear, if the house quidditch teams actually had cheerleaders.

"Lets go, let's go Potter!" Pansy cried. "P-O-T-T-E-R, Potter's our man, the man who caught the snitch and the man who's going to fuck my snatch!"

Harry groaned at the ridiculously bad pun, and Daphne rolled her eyes and scoffed, not that either of them could hear her. Pansy continued to jump around and perform some routines, but Daphne ignored her. She wasn't here for Pansy; she was here for Harry. While Harry watched Pansy Daphne watched Harry, and felt herself getting turned on the longer she looked at him.

Daphne looked around to make sure no one was watching her. It was a silly thing to do so; she was inside of a memory, and the only people around wouldn't react to her no matter what she said or did. But it was routine borne out of caution, and it was only after she confirmed to herself that there was no one around to see that she pulled her robes off and reached underneath her skirt to pull her knickers down. Since there was no comfortable seat that would offer her a clear view of the only thing she cared about, she simply sat down on the floor while her fingers worked on the buttons of her shirt.

As soon as her bra was down below her tits she began to masturbate while staring at Harry and his hard cock. She'd never been able to stare at him so openly, and she was determined to make the most of the opportunity to gawk. Her fingers rubbed along her vulva while she watched Harry, who stared straight through her and watched intently as Pansy continued to jump around. Despite him being her boyfriend now (and she didn't believe that Pansy had ever truly been dating him no matter what she claimed), she couldn't deny feeling at least a twinge of envy when she saw how focused Harry was on her slutty fellow Slytherin. Daphne decided to look over and see what had him so enthralled.

Pansy kicked her leg high into the air, and then did it again with the other leg. It was a surprisingly solid effort for a witch who made no secret of her desire to do as little physical labor as required, but the thing that caught Daphne's attention was that she was not wearing any knickers underneath that ridiculously short skirt. When she'd been hopping and twirling around earlier Harry had been able to see her bare arse flash at him, and every time she kicked her leg in the air he was getting a glimpse of her cunt. No wonder he couldn't look away.

Daphne had no problem looking away from Pansy though. She went back to looking at Harry, and that view became even more interesting as he responded to Pansy's slutty cheerleading routine by grabbing his cock and slowly beginning to wank it.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Daphne said. She rubbed herself faster, but just when she was about to slide a finger inside of her pussy Pansy grabbed Harry's hands and sat down on his lap. "You bitch!" Daphne hissed, despite knowing it was useless. The memory of Pansy deserved it though; her arse was blocking Daphne from seeing Harry's dick!

Pansy reached behind her body, wedged Harry's cock between her arse cheeks and started to rock back and forth in his lap, rubbing him between the cheeks of what even Daphne would acknowledge was an attractive bum. "Put those hands away," she said. "I'm taking care of my quidditch star today, so leave it to me."

As Pansy continued to rock, Daphne considered getting up from the floor and moving so she could get a better view. But before she could actually do so Pansy turned and got down on her knees in front of him. "I used my mouth to cheer for you," Pansy said. "Now let me use my mouth to reward you for a great game."

The slutty cheerleader gave Harry's shaft a long, slow lick and then took him into her mouth and began to suck. Daphne relaxed, settled in and went back to masturbating. She finally slid a finger inside of her cunt, and she also rubbed teasing circles around her clit, coming near it without actually touching it. She would save the direct contact for later, when she was ready to shoot for her orgasm.

Even as Daphne moaned in pleasure, she didn't forget what she'd come here for. If she'd merely wanted to touch herself while watching Harry get sucked or fucked she could have headed straight up to the Room of Requirement after finishing up with Pansy and caught the end of whatever the real Harry and her half-sister were up to at that moment. But she wasn't here solely for pleasure. She was here to learn as well, and while she didn't think Pansy Parkinson could teach her much in too many other areas, sex was definitely one thing that Pansy was far more knowledgeable than her about. And she also had what Daphne assumed was a not insignificant amount of experience with Harry specifically.

Daphne studied the woman's technique, noting how Pansy's lips and hands seemed to work in perfect sync with each other. Daphne felt like she would struggle to slide both her mouth and her hand up and down a cock at such speed without plenty of practice, but Pansy did it like it was second nature. Any part of Harry's cock that wasn't in her mouth got attention from Pansy's left hand, and her right hand cradled his balls, fingers rubbing against the underside.

Pansy's saliva got Harry's cock nice and wet, which made it even easier for her hand to move on him. She was making a mess of herself, and moaning as she did so. Sitting there on her knees in her obscenely short skirt and moaning while sucking on Harry's cock, Pansy had never looked more like a slut to Daphne. She'd also never looked more at home. Daphne got the impression that she genuinely enjoyed sucking cock, and there was no doubt that she was very, very good at it.

Harry's moans spoke to just how well Pansy was pleasing him with her mouth and hands. Daphne had no doubt that he'd enjoyed everything Tracey did for him, but Pansy seemed to know what he liked better than anyone else, unless there were other lovers in his past that Daphne didn't know about. She studied closely, committing Pansy's actions and Harry's reactions to them to memory so she could share them with Tracey, and also have a good idea of what would work best once she finally had her chance to stop thinking about being with him and actually do it. She wanted to be as prepared as she could be when that time came. That meant paying close attention to Pansy's techniques and marking them down for the future even as one finger was joined by a second inside of her pussy and she started to rub her clit directly.

One thing she took special note of was how loud Harry's grunts grew when Pansy pulled her mouth off of his cock and licked at his balls. When she began to actually suck on them, he groaned and grabbed onto her hair. That was a definite thing to focus on then, Daphne thought with a nod. And then she moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit a little harder. She knew it wouldn't be long now until she got herself off. The memories of Pansy and Harry were giving her quite a show; it was as arousing as it was educational.

"Fuck, Pansy," Harry said through a groan as Pansy left his balls behind and returned to sucking his cock. Daphne was pretty sure that he was close himself now. Pansy certainly seemed to think so with how quick she began to bob her head now. As smoothly as she'd sucked him before, Daphne only now got to see how fast Pansy could suck him when she was actually trying to make him cum. Watching the slutty Slytherin attempt to swallow Harry whole and listening to him grunt was too much for Daphne. She managed a few more rubs across her clit, and then she hit her peak. She squirted so hard that it would have landed on the side of Pansy's cheek if Daphne had actually been there with them and they weren't just memories. But as they were indeed only memories, Pansy kept right on sucking her man off in the past without reacting to Daphne moaning and squirting in her direction here in the present.

Harry had already been close, and Daphne watched Pansy take him into her throat to finish him off. He grabbed her black hair again and his hips jerked on the bench below as he came. Daphne reluctantly tore her eyes away from Harry's orgasm face so she could watch Pansy closely. Just as Daphne expected, she managed to take every last bit of his cum down her throat and did not pull back until he had finished.

This had already been an informative an erotic memory, and Daphne would have considered it money well spent if it had ended right then and there, but it didn't. It was no surprise to her having seen Harry with Tracey, but it was still a delight to see Harry get hard again very quickly after Pansy pulled her mouth off of him. Pansy had been slowly stroking him and rubbing her cheek against his cock, nuzzling it like a lover, and she grinned when it grew hard against her skin.

"Is the star seeker not done with me just yet?" Pansy asked.

Harry snorted and shook his head as he stood up from his bench and pulled Pansy to her feet along with him. "As if I would let a slutty cheerleader like this go before I heard her scream in orgasm."

"Oh, you're going to make me cum, are you?" Pansy asked playfully as Harry hoisted her up into his arms. "Do you think you still have enough stamina left for that after your big day and your big catch?"

His hands held her by the arse and brought her into position so he head of his cock was brushing against her outer lips. The merest shift would cause him to penetrate her, but he didn't get to it just yet. Daphne didn't know if this had legitimately taken place after a quidditch match or if they'd just been roleplaying, but either way he showed absolutely no signs of fatigue, and his arms did not strain at all as he held her up.

"I've got enough in me to make you scream three times, minimum," Harry promised, and then he lowered her onto his dick. Pansy groaned, and Daphne's hand went back between her legs without even thinking. She believed every word of it; if Harry said he was going to make Pansy cum three times, he would meet if not exceed that mark.

Harry fucked Pansy effortlessly, holding his slutty cheerleader up in the air and bouncing her on his cock while she still wore her uniform. The skirt of it would frequently get flipped up, which meant Daphne could often look down and see her bare arse, but more importantly she could see her cunt being steadily filled by Harry's dick. Pansy moaned, Harry grunted, and Daphne quickly worked herself up as she masturbated again.

Simply holding Pansy up and fucking her like this would have been impressive enough, but it wasn't enough for Harry. He started to walk around the quidditch locker room, bouncing her on his cock and carrying her all around. They unknowingly walked right in front of Daphne, and the up close view she got of Pansy's body being bounced down to be filled by Harry's cock until his balls were pressed against her arse was enough to make Daphne scream in an orgasm so sudden that it caught her by complete surprise.

Pansy came not too long after Daphne did. She held onto Harry's neck for dear life and bit down on his shoulder as she came around his cock, and Harry did nothing to loosen her grip or remove her teeth from his flesh. He just waited for her to finish, and when she did he carried her over towards the bench he'd been sitting in at the start of this.

"That's one," he said. He pulled her off of his cock and put her on her feet, but it was only so he could spin her around, wrap his arms around her body and pick her up from behind. "Now let's see how well my cheerleader can stretch. Put your hands down on the bench."

Harry adjusted his grip on her, leaning her forward in his arms, and Pansy's arms stretched out until her hands were flat on the bench. Her legs were over his hips, and Harry's arms held her up by her hips. It was an incredibly athletic position, and Daphne watched wide-eyed as Harry started to thrust into Pansy again. He didn't take it easy on her either despite the challenging position; he gave it to her hard enough that his hips audibly smacked against her arse and it shook from the impact. Daphne was impressed with Harry as always, but she wouldn't deny she was impressed by Pansy here as well. She'd always thought of Pansy as rather lazy and only wanting to put in the minimum amount of effort or exertion to get what she wanted. She still believed that, honestly, but it seemed that at least when it came to sex Pansy was ready, willing and able to put in the effort.

They fucked like that for several minutes, and though Pansy's arms visibly strained from holding herself up she held that position until Harry came inside of her with a grunt. He held himself inside of her for a few more moments after cumming, and then he wrapped her into an embrace from behind and pulled her down to sit in his lap on the bench.

Daphne briefly thought that this might be the end of it, or that Harry might at least give Pansy a bit of time to recover before he set about fucking her to the last two orgasms he'd promised, but he'd only been sitting on the bench for half a minute or less before he started to rock his hips beneath her.

"That's one for me," Harry said. "Now let's get you to your second." He started to pick up speed quickly, and Daphne wasn't even consciously aware of her fingers slowly starting to squeeze her breast as she watched.

--

"That's number three for you," Harry said, sounding only slightly winded despite the sweat that clung to him. Pansy just whimpered mindlessly, head lolling as Harry pried her legs apart, removed them from his waist and put her down on her back on the bench. If Pansy noticed the change in position, she didn't comment on it.

Daphne wasn't much better off. How many times had she cum now? Three? Four? It was hard to remember, just as it was hard to keep track of how many different positions Harry had fucked Pansy in. He'd switched to something new every time either of them had cum, and sometimes they'd been in a certain position long enough that he would change it up before an orgasm for either of them.

And with each new position, Daphne had been compelled to squeeze a breast, pinch a nipple, slide a finger inside of her cunt or tease her clit. Pansy had been fucked on her feet, on her back, in the air, on her hands and knees and even while contorted into a couple of positions Daphne had never dreamed of, and she'd had the best seat possible for all of it. How could she help but masturbate throughout it all? She pulled her fingers out of body and held them up to her face. Merlin, she was fucking dripping after all of that!

"Fuck, it's too bad we don't really have cheerleaders for the teams here at Hogwarts," Harry said as he stared down at Pansy. "I'm sure everyone would play their best if they had hot little sluts like you cheering them on in outfits like this. Well, the blokes would at least."

Daphne took her own look at Pansy, and the last thing she saw before the memory began to fade was some of Harry's semen trickling out of Pansy's cunt and collecting on the bench beneath her as the slutty, well-fucked cheerleader drifted off into an exhausted daze.

--

Daphne brought her clothing with her as she left the pensieve, but she felt too tired to go through the entire process of first cleaning herself up and then putting each article of clothing back on one by one. Undressing could be done with a simple wave of a wand, but putting everything back on would require far more effort than Daphne's weary body felt capable of at the moment. Instead she let it all fall in a heap on the ground before she stumbled over and flopped down onto her chair. She was going to have to clean it later, but she couldn't be arsed to worry about that right now.

"Well that was fucking embarrassing," she mumbled to herself as she thought about just how much she'd enjoyed that. She had fully anticipated that she would get excited by what she saw; it was Harry shagging, so how could she not? But she hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as she did, or to rub and finger herself so shamelessly as she watched them go at it.

Still, she didn't regret offering that deal to Pansy. She felt like she'd gotten a very good return on that investment already. Even if she was a bit embarrassed about how little control she'd had over her own desires, especially towards the end there, it had been very educational. She wanted to ensure that when she finally did have the opportunity to have sex with Harry, it would be worth the wait and live up to the anticipation not just for her but for him as well. She'd known that would be a tall order with all the experience he had, but at least now she had a solid base of knowledge to start with on what to expect and how she could best please him.

And there would be plenty more memories of Pansy's to observe as well, not to mention all of the practice Tracey had already had and would continue to have before Daphne finally got her chastity spell removed. Daphne was going to do her all to be as prepared as she could be for that magical first time, and she would make the most of the delay and study up as much as possible.

The meeting with Pansy also intrigued her. She hadn't expected Pansy to profess any legitimate attachment to Harry beyond his gold and his cock; that's all she'd ever hung around Malfoy for, after all. Well, for the gold at least. Daphne couldn't comment on the size of Malfoy's cock, nor did she ever wish to have enough knowledge to do so.

But Pansy had talked about liking simply being around him and talking to him too, which was surprising. It was even more surprising to Daphne that she actually believed her. Pansy was an unashamedly selfish person, but when she'd talked about how nice it was to talk to Harry Daphne had believed her. Maybe it was because Daphne saw a bit of herself in that. After all, she had remained emotionally detached to and unapproachable by the general student population of Hogwarts until this term, and deliberately so, but once she'd identified him as the best match and decided to take a chance on Harry she'd been surprised at how easy it could be to open up to him. She and Pansy were different in many ways, but maybe they shared at least this in common.

Daphne would still keep an eye on her though. That had been one of the reasons she'd offered to add Pansy to her organization, though she obviously hadn't voiced it out loud. She might believe Pansy when she said that she genuinely liked being around Harry even without the sex, but she knew better than to think that she didn't still want the sex as well. Pansy was a schemer. Maybe she wasn't a particularly good one, and her motivations were usually exceedingly simple, but she'd given in and accepted all of her terms too quickly and easily for Daphne's liking.

If Pansy didn't do anything to try and come between Harry, Daphne and Tracey, she would be well compensated. And if she did try to scheme her way back into Harry's bed? Well, Daphne would take appropriate action. But she wouldn't act first. She would give Pansy a chance, she would keep her eye on her, and so long as Pansy adhered to the terms they'd agreed on and didn't go back on her word, Daphne would hold up her end of the agreement.