She went to the door of her room and opened it, standing at the threshold. Oh, right. There's someone at the front door. She scowled, irritated that there was someone at the door, that it wasn't someone who could just Apparate in, and that Oscar wasn't granting them entrance. Where's Beren? she thought. Greg's gift had been so useful in the past few days, she was seriously considering buying the creature.

Cormac stood there at the front door of the Manor, waiting for someone to answer. Where's that bloody elf? Trying to patiently wait, and failing, he rang the bell and pounded on the door again.

Pansy heard banging and the loud gong-like sound of the door chime again, and threw on a dressing gown as she flew down the stairs, muttering, "Bloody elves, should sack the lot of them and hire a Hufflepuff. Or Potter in an elf suit." She jerked open the heavy door, and stood in shock to find Cormac McLaggen there, with an equally stunned look on his face.

Cormac, standing on Pansy's doorstep, holding a rather large bouquet of flowers, was taken aback. "Pansy. Well, I can honestly say I didn't expect to see you answering your own door. Is that sodding elf still giving you problems?" he asked, concerned.

Good Merlin. The gods are evidently conspiring against me. He was standing at her door, looking gorgeous and casual and completely put together, and she hadn't really been out of bed for the last three days. All of a sudden, she heard her father's voice in her head.That's what you get for wallowing, stupid girl. She shook her head slightly and ignored it.

"Apparently," she said dryly, moving so that he could step into the entrance hall. "Let me ask you, Cormac; do you ever owl before you just drop by? You could give a girl a little warning, you know. I do, on occasion, wear something that isn't nightclothes around the house."

Cormac bent to kiss Pansy's cheek and handed her the bouquet of yellow roses edged with pink. "Where's the fun in that? I'm sure you would have changed if I had owled first, and then I wouldn't have gotten to see what you sleep in. Rather smashing, by the way." He grinned and his voice became husky. "Besides, I wanted to see you. You did leave me in a bind the other day. I was hoping to return the favor."

She accepted his gift and brushed back a wave of unruly curls from her face, trying desperately to remember the last time she'd used a beauty charm. "Oh, erm, how lovely." Delicately inhaling the scent of the beautiful blooms that were only partly opened, she smiled a bit. "All the roses in the solarium recently died. I've missed fresh flowers." She turned and began to walk down the corridor. "Follow me?"

"Of course." Smiling broadly, Cormac did as she requested, enjoying the view of her backside as she moved gracefully down the corridor in front of him. Grey silk definitely suited her.

She led him to the same large sitting room in which he'd found her in the first time he visited, and she gestured to a chair in front of the fireplace. "Please, sit. Tea?"

Cormac sat and followed Pansy with his eyes, eyeing the black lace that peeped out from beneath her wrapper. He sincerely regretted that she had the matching dressing gown on, but he was loving the way the silk moved against her arse as she walked and how it pulled taut across her breasts as she reached forward.

She busied herself with opening a large cabinet on the far side of the room, and he heard her growl something about "elves," and "keep things" and more than a few choice expletives. When she emerged from the cabinet, she had a crystal vase in one hand and his floral gift in the other. He watched as she filled the vase with her wand, murmuring Aguamenti, and smiled at her as she set the entire arrangement on the table beside them.

He'd seen Pansy annoyed before, but not quite to this extent. "Pansy, love? You seem a bit...troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?" He paused. "Well, besides, ripping your clothes off and having you right here on the sitting room floor?"

She scoffed, smirking. "In a house with seventeen bedrooms? I hardly think the floor would be necessary. If you want--" She stopped abruptly and her attention was then directed toward the door as Beren entered hurriedly, apologising, followed by a sullen Oscar, who glared at Cormac.

"Miss Pansy, Beren is sorry, I was out doing the shopping. And Oscar didn't answer the door for your gentleman friend. It won't happen again," the taller elf promised, shooting a glare over his shoulder at his fellow servant.

Crossing the room without even thinking, Cormac kicked Oscar in the arse, sending him flying. "That's for drugging your Mistress. We aren't settled yet, however."

An amused smile hovered over Pansy's lips as she watched the spectacle before her. Beren was pouring tea, and she thought she saw his expression mirror hers. She accepted a cup and dismissed the elf, who yanked Oscar up by his tea towel, dragging him from the room, where his howls were silenced by the heavy door closing with a loud click.

Pansy poured for Cormac, stirring in the correct amounts of sugar and cream, and placed it on the table before his chair. She was almost smiling as he strode back across the room and took his seat.

"Well, Mr. McLaggen, I can honestly say I've never had my honor defended to an elf, before." She sat back in the armchair and gazed at him, crossing her legs. "So. I assume you're here because you read through the contract and had time to think about things? Decide on your Loyalties? Do you have an answer for me, then?"

Taking a sip of his tea, he had a difficult time keeping his eyes off her cleavage and on her face. "Yes, I have read the contract. And I accept the terms. Gladly," he said. "I think it's more than equitable."

Equitable. Damn. Pansy didn't like the sound of that. "You know, of course, that the terms laid out in the contract aren't of a personal nature, that anything that I might require of you doesn't extend to me personally. I mean to say that, I will expect certain favours, but those won't have anything to do with me per se. It's business." The words came tumbling out of her mouth faster than her mind could tell her to stop. Shut up, stupid girl. Oh, good. Now I sound like Father.

Looking like more of a Slytherin at the moment than Pansy, he grinned. "So I won't be required to service you, then? I can shag you simply because I want to?" He took the cup from her hands and set it on the table between them. Taking one of her smaller hands in his own he pulled to her to her feet and held her at arms length, staring at her momentarily.

She frowned. "What? I'm sure I need to brush out my hair, and I haven't looked in a mirror today. I'm sure I'm a fright."

A look of confusion passed briefly over Cormac's face. "Do you honestly not realize how beautiful you are to me at the moment?" How utterly shaggable you look right now? He ran his hands up her arms and around to her back, enjoying the sensation of the silk on her skin under his fingers, and pulled her close against him, enjoying the way the soft parts of her body were colliding against the harder parts of his. "Mmm...And you smell delicious, too."

That feeling, the fluttery one in her stomach from the cafe, was back. Pansy was unsure of what it meant. She'd had lots of partners over the years, all sorts of men: Old men, young men, handsome men, men that she'd used for sex, and men that she'd kept because they flattered her. She'd had none, however, that made her react physically and and cause her to think about them as much as she did Cormac McLaggen. He was different. He was dangerous. She felt that, as well.

To hell with dangerous. She rested her head against his shoulder for a moment, and then looked up into his blue eyes, making her breath catch again. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of a fair number of things. However, I believe what we were discussing is what I want to do to you. You're just going to have to wait your turn."

She laughed softly, ignoring the warning bells going off in her head. Pointing her wand at the fireplace, she ignited the flames, and lead him to the sofa that sat in front of it. "It's a bit chilly in here, isn't it?"

Cormac put his hand on Pansy's cheek, and leaning towards her, he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, "Perhaps a little. Let's take care of that, hmmm?" Moving forward against her, she had no choice but to lay back down on the sofa. Reaching down, he untied the front of her dressing gown and slipped it off her shoulders. "Much, much better." For me, at least.

Moving over her, he sucked at the juncture right where her jaw met her neck, increasing the pressure as he moved his mouth further and further down. Leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses, he stopped when the her nightgown would not allow him further access. Looking at Pansy he raised an eyebrow, as if asking permission to remove her gown. She nodded her approval, and he slipped the gown up over her legs, her stomach, and finally over her head. Rocking back on his heels, Cormac surveyed the view in front of him. "You're gorgeous, love." Merlin's pants, this woman is liquid fire.

Pansy was conflicted. The bigger part of her, the part that presided over her conscious and subconcious mind most of the time, was delighted that this terribly handsome and charming man was doing all manner of lovely things to her neck. But there was a smaller part of her, albeit a very small part, that was wary.

She heard her father's voice in her head again. This one could hurt you, girl, it said. Stay away from him.

Pansy mentally scoffed. She'd never done anything her father had ever instructed her to do, and she wasn't about to start now, because the gorgeous man in her sitting room had just removed her nightgown. "Bugger off, Father," she murmured.

Cormac pulled back. "Pardon?" Did she just call me 'Father'?

She shook her head, affixing the cool mask that she usually wore and looked up at him. "Nothing. Never mind."

He began to resume where he'd left off, and stopped when he saw the expression on her face. "Where did she go?"

A small crease appeared between Pansy's brows and she looked at him questioningly. "Who? Where did who go?" I'm right here. Naked, in case you hadn't noticed.

"The girl that was here a moment ago, with the vulnerable expression and the smile that reached her eyes. "Where did she go?"

Oh, goddess above, I am in trouble. No one ever looks that close. No one. "I--" She quieted, not knowing what to say.

He looked closely at her, and into the deep brown of her eyes and saw absolutely nothing. Nothing of the girl that had been with him moments before. It was like she had checked out, had put up a wall of protection so that he couldn't see what she was feeling, or thinking. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. It would never do.

"Pansy? Remember the other day when you said you knew something I would like?" he asked, pulling his wand from his sleeve. "Do you want to play my game?"

She raised her eyebrow and smirked at him, all the while staring at him with dead eyes.

"Good." He pointed his wand at her face and concentrated very hard. "Imperio."

There was a flash of recognition and fear before he could see the blissful look overtake her face. He could live with that. He directed his wand at her again. "You will think of nothing except me, you, and your pleasure."

She gazed up at him in rapture and nodded.

Sliding down her body with his own, he moved to the floor and knelt against the sofa and placed Pansy's legs over his shoulders. He kissed the backside of her leg behind her knee and smiled when he heard her sharp intake of air. "You like that, don't you, love?" he said and she murmured her approval. "You'll like this even more then." Sucking and kissing a trail up her leg, he held her hips with his hands and squeezed them tight, moving her towards his face.

Pansy was floating. Lighter than air. She didn't ever remember being so blissfully contented in her entire life. The joy she felt at Cormac's lips touching her was unparalleled; she was intoxicated.

But, no. said a small voice in her head. Happy? What the hell? I don't get happy.

All of a sudden, that voice was overwhelmed by the sheer elation she felt at Cormacs lips touching her skin. He was talented. And handsome. And he wanted her.

Lots of people want me. What's so special about him?

Pansy floated. She wished that voice would go away. Cormac was perfect. She fancied him more than anyone she'd ever been with.

Fancy? Who are you, girl? Yes, he's fantastic looking, but he's just a man.

The little voice was quieted as Pansy gasped in pleasure. She didn't care. She didn't care about that little voice, she didn't care about anything. She just wanted to keep that floating, elated feeling forever. It was wonderful.

Softening his grip on Pansy's hips, Cormac began rubbing small circles over her hip bones with his thumbs. Trying desperately to control himself, as even he was above shagging someone while under the Imperius curse, he kept himself off the sofa, somehow.

Pansy would give anything if he never, ever stopped touching her. Every inch of skin that his lips and hands touched was on fire. The floating feeling was fantastic. She didn't want it to end.

But it has to. This has to stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. NOW!

She shook off the Imperius curse and scrambled off of the sofa and away from him, grabbing her dressing gown and holding it up to her naked breasts. "What in Merlin's name did you think you were doing?" she shouted, warring with herself to not ask him to go back to exactly what he was doing. She shrugged on her robe and walked over to where he was still kneeling, jerking him up by his shirt.

"What did you mean by that?" she screeched, jerking the wand from his fingers and flinging it against the far wall of the room. "How dare you!" She shoved him down on the couch and he sighed heavily. "Tell me why, and I might not kill you," she demanded in a very low voice. Why, indeed, she thought. I was willing enough without the curse.

He sat there on the couch, staring at a mostly naked and very angry witch. Shite. She's going to trade me an Unforgivable and Avada Kedavra my arse. "I'll tell you why. You were there-and then you weren't. Your eyes went dead and it scared the hell out of me. I don't get scared, Pansy." He shrugged. "I just wanted you to be able to feel what you wanted without the rubbish...messing with your head."

"And you thought controlling me would help?" She shook her head. "So. Let me get his straight." She settled into the far end of the sofa, well out of his reach. "You put me under the Imperius curse, not to control me, but for the benefit of my own pleasure?" She looked at him incredulously. "You used an Unforgivable as a sex toy?

Pansy sighed in confusion. "I don't know whether to hex you into the middle of next week, to be angry with you or to be jealous that I didn't think of it first." She cocked her head and gave him a mock glare. "You're just a mass of paradoxes, aren't you? And don't move, yet. I'm not ready for you to have your wand just now."

Leaning back against the couch, he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Er...yes?" Maybe she won't kill me. Perhaps she'll setting for hexing my balls off. Sodding hell, he thought. Wish I had mastered wandless Apparition.

Pansy rose, moving across the room to retrieve both of their wands. She laughed, a truly amused, throaty laugh. "You do know what this means, don't you?"

Cormac swallowed, visibly. "I do have a few ideas...."

"If I didn't own you before, I certainly do now. There are rules that we abide by in polite society, Cormac McLaggen. Rule one for you today is that we do not use the Imperius Curse on a bloody willing participant," she finished shrilly. He approached her, but she raised an eyebrow and held him at arms length, pushing his wand against his chest.

"Rule two is that you will never, ever, do that again." She smirked. "At least not without my permission."

Relaxing as he realized Pansy wouldn't be destroying him-today-he smiled, crossing to stand closer to her and asked, "And rule three?"

"Rule three," she said grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him closer, "is that you'll come back here next week, when I'm fully dressed and put together, thank you very much, and we may try this again," she purred, her lips just inches from his.

"I like rule three."

"Yes, I thought you might."

Cormac smiled. "And now, seeing as you own me, perhaps you would like to accompany me to the Halloween festivities in Hogsmeade? You know, to make sure I behave myself?"

Pansy looked into his blue eyes and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking. Did he just ask me on a date? This day gets stranger by the minute. "I'll check my schedule and let you know," she replied coyly.

Fighting the urge to smile even wider than he already was-and losing, he said, "I'll be anxiously awaiting your reply." He moved closer and kissed her briefly. "And I am sorry. I had hoped you would enjoy it."

"You know, If I were you, I'd leave before Beren goes and tells Gregory there was an Unforgivable cast in the sitting room this morning," she said, with an amused smile on her face.

Cormac's eyebrows rose to his hairline. Bloody hell. Like he doesn't want me dead already. "About that, Pansy. I don't suppose we can keep that between us, can we? Besides, I wouldn't think you'd want me inhibited when it comes to certain things, would you?"

A sly smile spread across Pansy's lips as she shook her head, brown curls dancing. "Never."


{Summary: Cormac casts an Unforgivable and Pansy likes it.}