Pansy's Birthday

"I was thinking it would be fun if we brought in Pansy for the occasional threesome," Daphne said as the two of them put on their dresses and got ready to leave. She said it so casually, like it was just another topic of conversation before they went to Harry's house so they could all go to a muggle amusement park to celebrate Pansy's birthday. But it was anything but casual or standard, and Tracey wasn't going to let her pretend that it was.

Tracey froze, her dress hanging loosely on one shoulder since she had been in the process of putting it on when Daphne said what she'd just said. "Are you serious right now?" she said, looking at Daphne in disbelief. She was waiting for her half-sister to crack a smile or reveal that she was just joking, but no smile came. "I thought it would only ever be the two of us with Harry! Wasn't that the whole point? Two of us for the two wives he can take?" Daphne looked like she was about to speak but Tracey talked right over her. Usually she fell into step while Daphne took the lead but this was one time where Tracey was going to stand up for herself.

"We're on friendly terms with Pansy now, sure, but that doesn't mean she can join us," she said hotly. "Or are you giving up on becoming Harry's wife after all we went through? He can only have two, and I'm not about to give up on being one of them. But if you want to give your spot up to Pansy that's your business."

Daphne looked surprised and even a bit offended. "Of course I'm not giving up on becoming one of his wives!" she said. "I'm talking strictly about letting Pansy resume what she had with Harry before we came along, though now it would only be allowed when we were involved."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this," Tracey muttered, shaking her head. "You were upset when you first found out Pansy had been sleeping with Harry, and now you're trying to shove her back into his bed? Are you going to try and bring other girls around for him to fuck too?"

"Not at all," Daphne said. Her voice was calm, but it was the carefully controlled sort of calm that could very easily snap like a bowstring at any moment. "I'm talking only about Pansy. We've gotten closer to her, as you said, and our entire family owes her after what she did for Astoria in Hogsmeade. Besides, she's no threat to our hopes. She wouldn't be coming along to replace either of us. She would be in it strictly for the sex without any romance, just like it was between them before we came along."

"You are delusional if you actually believe that," Tracey said. She could see true anger flash in Daphne's eyes at the questioning of her intelligence and ability to reason. Normally it might have caused Tracey to back off, but not this time. Her half-sister needed to hear this.

"Despite the occasional bitchy moment Pansy is not the same girl we shared a dorm room with for most of the last five years at school," Tracey said, pressing on. "And it's blindingly obvious to me that the time she spent with Harry is the biggest reason for that change. Maybe she would have been content with sex and gifts without a bit of romance in the past, but not now. She's going to want to be with him. She does want to be with him. I'm shocked I even have to explain this to you, because you're far too smart not to be able to see it for yourself."

Tracey stopped there to give Daphne an opportunity to respond, but her half-sister said nothing. The silence wore on, and eventually Tracey decided that she was going to ask exactly what was on her mind, no matter how potentially painful the answer might be. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Daphne's eyes widened. "With you? Why would there be something wrong with you?"

"What I mean is, is watching Harry fuck me not enough for you to get your fix anymore?" They'd never discussed Daphne's obsession with voyeurism, but she didn't see any other choice but to bring it up now.

"First, there is nothing wrong with you so you can forget about that," Daphne said. "And I'm not sure what you meant about me getting my fix, as you said." It was actually a fairly convincing-sounding denial, and it probably would have been enough to fool most other people. But not Tracey. She knew her half-sister too well for it to work on her.

"I know about your fetish, Daphne," she said. She kept her voice quiet and gentle, not wanting Daphne to think that this fetish in and of itself was any problem. "I paid attention to how you reacted when you watched Harry fuck me. I know you were getting off on it just as much as I was even though I was the one actually getting shagged. I didn't mind it."

Tracey twirled a lock of hair around her finger, debating with herself briefly before deciding that she might as well be honest about it. "I actually probably enjoyed having you watch me as much as you enjoyed watching. That's why I thought we wouldn't have problems in the bedroom sharing Harry. Our kinks kind of complement each other, you know? But now you want to bring in someone else. So yeah, I do wonder if maybe there's something wrong with me, and if watching me and Harry together has becoming boring for you or something."

Daphne sighed and shook her head. "It's the opposite of boring," she said. Apparently she was done playing innocent about her fetish and was more concerned with reassuring Tracey. "I enjoy watching you with him even more now than I did before. The fact that I can join in now makes it even better." She paused as if thinking about how to phrase what she was about to say. "It's just that there are differences in how he treats you versus how he treated Pansy. He fucked her like she was a toy he could throw away after using. She got off on that, but I know it's not something you would enjoy. I wouldn't enjoy being on the receiving end of it either."

"Yeah, that's not for me," Tracey agreed.

"Which is why I would never think of asking you for it, even now that you know the truth about my sexual desires," Daphne said. "But I would like to see it happening right in front of me, in real life rather than in memories in a pensieve. That's why I thought of bringing Pansy in. More than likely it would be just a one-time thing, but we won't even do it once if you say no."

Tracey wasn't sure that it would ever remain as a one-time thing. Daphne might honestly believe that when she said it, but something told Tracey that if the new and improved Pansy found her way into Harry's bed even once she just might remain there permanently. Harry might have kept things strictly physical with her before, but she wasn't some girl he felt nothing for anymore.

Maybe he would still be able to tap into their old dynamic and give her the kind of rough sex Daphne was so fixated on seeing in front of her, but Tracey had a very hard time believing that he would be okay with tossing her into the rubbish bin once he was done. Pansy was a genuine friend of his now; she was a friend of all of them. Weren't they even now getting ready so they could go and celebrate her birthday?

Daphne might believe that this could be kept as a one-time thing without any complications, but Tracey was of the opinion that her desires were clouding her normally sound judgment on that. Or maybe she actually didn't mind if Pansy became a more permanent fixture and was just downplaying it. Either way, Tracey was not convinced that Pansy could visit their bed for some casual group sex without feelings and potential complications arising. And even if that could happen, was Tracey even comfortable with sharing Harry with anyone other than her half-sister?

"I'm not sure what to think about this," Tracey said, breaking the silence that had taken over. "Will you give me some time?"

"Of course," Daphne said, nodding. "Take as much time as you need." She looked relieved that Tracey hadn't rejected it outright and was at least willing to consider it.

"Good," Tracey said. She smiled at Daphne, deciding to break the heavy mood that had settled over them. "Now let's finish getting ready. Today might be about celebrating Pansy's birthday but we still need to look sexy for our man."

"I couldn't agree more," Daphne said with a smirk.

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Pansy was amused that her parents believed that not throwing a party in honor of her birthday was some sort of punishment. Those that usually attended her birthday parties were there only because they had business arrangements with her father and didn't care about her in the slightest. They would give her a perfunctory greeting when they arrived, as was expected of them, and then they would ignore her for the rest of the day. Those parties were ostensibly to celebrate her birthday but she spent them basically alone. Not having a party was not anywhere near the punishment her parents might think it was. She would allow them their delusions though; otherwise they might try to come up with some other method to punish her for what they considered her poor behavior and decisions.

She had been making the most of her parents' obvious disapproval of her decisions all summer long. With them ignoring her even more than usual, she was free to explore and experience things that she would never have been allowed to before and that she herself would have regarded as beneath her until recently. The things she'd seen in the muggle world were nothing short of amazing. Admittedly she'd been skeptical at first, but now she knew the truth. She had been an ignorant fool.

The old Pansy Parkinson wouldn't have been caught dead in a muggle amusement park. The old Pansy didn't know such a thing existed and wouldn't have cared to, and even when Harry had first suggested this idea for her birthday celebration she'd just stared at him blankly, having had no clue what he was talking about. The new Pansy whooped with joy as she and her group soared through the air in what was apparently called a roller coaster. She'd never been very good on a broom but if this was anything like what Harry felt as he took flight, she felt like she had a brand new understanding of why he loved it so much.

"Should we take a break and catch our breath before we go on the next ride?" Harry suggested after their group had gotten off of the roller coaster. Most of the girls turned to look at Pansy, apparently leaving the decision up to her as the birthday girl. She wasn't used to actually being the center of attention on her birthday and she found that she liked it. That had a lot to do with being among this group of people who had chosen to come here to the amusement park because they actually wanted to spend time with her. It was like night and day compared with the disinterested guests at the parties her parents had thrown for her, who would say hello to her and then not look at her once for the rest of the night.

"Yeah, I could use a chance to sit down," she said. With that said the group moved over to some nearby benches so they could relax. Harry went over to speak with Tracey and Daphne, and Pansy wasn't too bothered by that. He'd given her plenty of attention throughout the day and sat next to her on several rides; she could hardly fault him for making time for his girlfriends too. Besides, there were others she was happy to see and talk to. Padma and Gabrielle were sitting on a bench together but they made room for her to sit down in between them.

"So are you having a good birthday, Pansy?" Padma asked her.

"It's been brilliant!" Pansy said, smiling widely. "This has easily been the best birthday of my life. Thank you so much for coming and sharing it with me."

"Thank you for inviting me!" Gabrielle said. "I've had so much fun!" She looked delighted, and Pansy remembered her joyful screams on several of the rides. "The muggle world is fascinating."

"It really is," Pansy agreed. Her father might have threatened to disown her if he'd heard her say something so positive about the muggle world, but she wasn't the ignorant pureblood bigot she'd been less than a year earlier. So much had changed in her life during her fifth year at Hogwarts, and nearly all of it was for the better as far as she was concerned. She'd learned how mistaken her previous beliefs had been and how ignorant to the world she was, and she'd gone from wanting to live a pointless life of doing nothing, being lazy and having all of her needs taken care of like her mother to setting a goal for herself and working hard to improve as she pursued it.

She was happy with the progress she'd already made, and just as happy about the changes in her personal life. Before she hadn't honestly been close to any human being. She'd looked at people only in terms of what they could offer her and how she might use them for her own benefit. Now she had true friends to spend her time with, and she was so much happier for it. Spending her birthday with friends at a muggle amusement park made her so much happier than standing around in a fancy ballroom in expensive dress robes while surrounded by people who ignored her ever had.

"I liked that fluffy food," Gabrielle said. "What did Harry call it again?"

"Cotton candy," Padma said. "It was a little too sugary for me. Parvati probably would have loved it though. I'll have to mention it to her."

"Or you could buy some and bring it back for her as treat," Pansy suggested, before giving Gabrielle a teasing smile. "You might want to watch little Gabrielle though. She just might gobble it up and leave you with nothing!"

"I just might!" Gabrielle said, giggling. Joking around with friends was so different to trading barbs with a rival, Pansy had discovered. All she'd had were rivals and enemies before, and a comment like that would have been reacted to with hostility. It would have been justified too, because Pansy would have been trying to cut the recipient down with her words rather than playfully teasing a friend.

"I really enjoyed that soft drink, myself," Pansy said. "I think I might have gotten one a little too big though, so if you'll excuse me…"

Padma chuckled at her but did not actively tease Pansy as she got up and went to visit the public loo. Pansy sat down in the closest stall and took care of her business, though she was startled by the arrival of others in the loo. It wasn't that other people coming to use the restroom in a public place was a surprise, but the activity that said people got up to was less socially acceptable.

Pansy was pretty sure from the initial parade of footsteps that there was more than one person who had entered at the same time, and after a few moments this thought was confirmed when she heard the telltale signs of heavy breathing and smooching that came when you kissed someone deeply. But really they'd probably been kissing deeply already and had now gone beyond that and moved to a full-on snog complete with groping and maybe even the tugging of clothes. Pansy knew that sound well even if she hadn't had the chance to do it very often recently. She'd only had one sexual partner since Harry started dating Daphne and Tracey and stopped fucking her, that being Padma. But the couple of casual same-sex encounters she'd had with Padma had been different from this. They'd been gentle and sweet, and Pansy loved them.

That didn't mean she didn't miss the kind of rough, raw lust she could hear from the other occupants of the bathroom. She definitely missed the feeling of snogging so heatedly that you paid no attention to your surroundings, and this pair seemed to be at that point considering the way their bodies thumped against the stall next to hers as they entered it together. Pansy considered speaking up and embarrassing them, and possibly ending their fun before they could really get what they wanted out of it. If she wasn't getting any action on her birthday, why should anyone else? But before she could actually decide whether or not she wanted to let them know there was someone else in the loo with them, they broke apart.

"Pull my knickers down," a female voice urged. "Hurry, hurry!" That was unmistakably Tracey's voice, and with Tracey being the one begging to be undressed it wasn't difficult for Pansy to determine who she'd been snogging and who she was begging to take her knickers off.

"You're even less patient than usual," Harry said. Pansy closed her eyes when she heard what he said, but more importantly how he said it. She recognized the lust deepening his voice. It had been months since she'd heard it and had it directed at her but she would never forget it. She bit her lip and very nearly reached between her legs to start playing with herself. Months' worth of memories came flooding back to her, reminding her of how roughly Harry had fucked her and how incredible it felt.

She shouldn't do that though. She couldn't do that. Harry and Tracey had made a rather foolish decision in snogging and apparently preparing to fuck in a public bathroom without even putting up any silencing charms or anything, but that still wasn't an invitation for her to perv out on them. She should respect their privacy, leave the bathroom as quietly as she could and leave them to their fun.

"Merlin, you're so wet," Harry groaned, and it was quickly followed by an excited moan from Tracey. "I bet I know why too." Pansy didn't see any reason why she wouldn't be. She was about to get pounded by Harry and his amazing cock. Of course she would be wet, the lucky bitch. "You're thinking all about the fact that you're going to get shagged in this loo where anyone could hear you. We didn't put up any silencing charms and we didn't lock the door. Anyone could walk in and hear you moaning like the slut you are while I fuck you. Anyone could open the door and see it for themselves. And you'd just love that, wouldn't you?"

Tracey whimpered like a bitch in heat, answering the question far more effectively than words ever could have. That settled it for Pansy. They hadn't come in here just because they'd been so horny that they couldn't wait to get home, and it hadn't been an accident that they hadn't used any of the privacy spells that would've left her ignorant about what was happening in the stall next to her. It had been deliberate, and it had been done because Tracey had a major public sex kink.

"Fuck!" Tracey moaned. She wasn't trying to hold her voice back at all. But Pansy didn't need to hear her moan to know what had just happened. She'd heard the sound of Harry's flesh meeting hers as he entered her. She didn't know if the average person would have instantly recognized that sound for what it was without any visual evidence to back it up, but Pansy would never forget the sound of a wet cunt being penetrated by Harry's dick. She hadn't known if she would ever get to hear it again, though she'd been given reason to hope recently. That still hadn't materialized, but listening to what was happening in the stall next to her was like a trip down memory lane, and hopefully also a glimpse into what she would have again in the future.

"Yeah, let me hear you moan, Tracey," Harry said. "Let it all out, love. Maybe if you're loud enough you'll get what you really want. Maybe someone will hear you, come in here and throw the door to the stall open so they can watch you. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Tracey's moan made her thoughts clear, but Pansy was far more interested in the slap of skin against skin that had started to pick up. Harry was getting into it now; he was fucking his redheaded girlfriend hard enough for his hips to smack against her arse. Pansy could practically see it happening in front of her.

She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as that thought stuck in her head. She could see it happening in front of her. They hadn't bothered to put up any kind of privacy charms, so she could watch them easily enough. And listening to the dirty talk it was obvious that Tracey would find it hot as hell to have Pansy watch her. It would be as simple as her opening the door and peering in, but she didn't want to be that obvious about it. Instead she cast a simple spell at the divider separating the two stalls that would allow her to see through it but not allow them to see her. It was a little-used spell, largely because it didn't work on any surface that had ever been touched by magic. That ruled out pretty much any public location in the wizarding world, but this was a muggle location that surely hadn't been visited by many wizards. And since Harry and Tracey hadn't used any spells to guard their privacy, Pansy was able to see right in.

Pansy let out a soft groan as she got her first look at Harry in action in far too long. She didn't want to cast any spells to prevent them from hearing her since it could interfere with the one allowing her to see in, so she was thankful that they were both so focused on their shag that there was next to no chance of them hearing a groan so quiet. She should also be able to get away with the sounds of masturbation so long as she wasn't too loud about it.

There was no chance that Pansy was going to miss out on this chance. After so long apart from Harry, seeing him slamming into his girlfriend from behind as she bent over at the waist and held onto the edge of the toilet for dear life was so erotic for Pansy that she nearly forgot all about her plan to be quiet and moaned without restraint. Fortunately for her she was able to bite it back just in time, though she honestly didn't know if they would have heard it anyway with how focused they both were on his cock driving deep into her pussy.

She was every bit as focused on it as they were, and the birthday girl decided that a little voyeuristic present to herself was in order. Her knickers were still down around her ankles, so after risking a whispered spell to clean her hands she slid the right one between her legs and started rubbing the outer lips of her pussy.

Masturbation was all she'd been able to rely on for relief in recent months, aside from the couple of times where she'd shared a bed with Padma. She'd gotten pretty good at it if she said so herself, but she'd never felt such a spark while rubbing herself as she did now. There was just something about standing there and watching Harry shagging his pretty girlfriend so close to her that made it feel so much better. Even if she was technically touching herself the same way, doing it while watching an impromptu live sex show was far more exciting than rubbing one out while closing her eyes and thinking about previous sexual encounters she'd had with Harry.

Obviously she would much rather be the one having his cock fill her up though, but she would take what she could get at the moment. As envious as she was of Tracey for getting that perfect dick deep inside of her, she could at least silently thank the redhead for giving her such an enticing display to masturbate to. Interestingly enough, it was very possible that Tracey might legitimately appreciate hearing that should Pansy ever admit it to her in the future.

"Imagine if someone could see you right now," Harry said to Tracey. "They'd all know the truth about you. They'd find out what a dirty girl you are. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Tracey's moans got louder with that tease, and Pansy started to understand just how deep this kink ran for her. She seemed to enjoy the idea of someone seeing her getting fucked nearly as much as she enjoyed the fuck itself, and Pansy knew from experience how well Harry could fuck.

"Maybe if you're loud enough you'll get your wish," Harry said, keeping up the teasing just like he was keeping up with his thrusts. "Keep moaning like that and somebody is bound to wander in here and investigate. And you wouldn't even want me to stop, would you? You'd beg me to keep going."

"Yes!" Tracey whimpered, either in response to Harry's statement or as an expression of pleasure from the dick driving deep into her. It was more than likely both, Pansy decided. Little did Harry and Tracey know that they already had an audience, and Pansy was making the most of her front row seat. She'd started off with some rubs of her outer pussy lips, but she was ready for more now. She slid one finger inside of her pussy and brought another up to begin tracing circles around her clit. Soon enough she would start applying more direct pressure to it, but she wanted to wait until the proper moment. Her goal was to time her climax so it lined up with Harry's, and too much stimulation on her clit too quickly might cause her to cum before the time arrived.

"They'd get one great show," Harry said. "You look so sexy getting fucked like this." He had a point, and Pansy completely agreed that she was getting an excellent show. For her it had more to do with Harry than with Tracey but she would freely admit that the redhead looked incredibly sexy like this. Pansy had developed something of an appreciation for the female form thanks to Padma and Tracey's would have been appealing in any situation, but seeing her bent over and getting fucked from just through the divider made Pansy view her in a whole new light.

She started curling her finger around inside of her pussy with a bit more intensity now, bringing more pleasure on as she brushed her digit across her g-spot. She'd gotten good at fingering herself in her time alone, even if no one could bring her pleasure like Harry had always been able to do. Pansy could feel the urge to cum building inside of her already, but she resisted the direct clitoral stimulation.

"And they'd see how much you get off on me fucking you in public," Harry continued. "They'd see what Tracey Davis is really like and what really sets her off." He pulled his right hand off of her hip and brought it down onto Tracey's bum with a smack, and the redhead gasped in delight. Pansy's finger moved faster, visualizing his hand slapping her arse instead.

Harry wasn't fucking Tracey quite like he'd fucked her. She was sure that most women would say that he was fucking her plenty hard, but there was a noticeable difference between this and the kind of brutal pace Pansy had grown accustomed to in her time with Harry. He was giving Tracey good thrusts, yes, and with the size of his cock it would be more than enough to feel amazing. Pansy would have been moaning uncontrollably if she'd been receiving these exact same thrusts, and even so she knew that he would be giving it to her harder than this.

If it was her bent over and holding onto the edge of the toilet there would be more force behind his hips, not to mention his hand. The spanks Tracey was getting were loud enough to ring out through the loo, but Pansy knew how much harder Harry's hand would be hitting her arse. He'd have spanked her hard enough to turn her arse bright red by the time he was done. She'd have had trouble sitting down immediately afterwards without some aftercare. Just thinking about it made her finger move faster inside of her pussy.

"Let's hear it, Tracey," Harry said. "Moan while I fuck you. Moan while I make you cum. Let the whole bloody amusement park hear you!"

"Harry!" Tracey moaned. Pansy's eyes widened. She really had cried out loud enough that it could very well have carried beyond the loo, and that was assuming no one else had come in between now and when they'd started. This was an incredible risk they were taking, and that risk seemed to make it all the more exciting for Tracey. It was enough seemingly to push her over the edge when combined with Harry's thrusts and the occasional spank in between. Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned in what Pansy could only assume was an orgasmic pleasure.

Harry's reaction seemed to confirm it. He stopped talking and focused on his thrusting, and at least for this moment he got a little closer to the pace Pansy so fondly remembered. There were still differences between this and how he'd always fucked her. She got the sense that he was still thinking about taking care of Tracey and showing her affection even as he fucked her in a public loo. She was his girlfriend, and Harry was treating her as such. But Pansy had always been fucked without a care. He'd fucked her like he hated her, which of course he had when it first started. Those feelings had gone away over the course of their time as--well, as whatever it was they'd been. But the shagging had never lost its edge, and Pansy wouldn't have had it any other way.

Her finger moved to her clit and started stroking intently as she watched Harry hump towards his finish. He still wasn't moving as hard as he routinely went with her, but the slight increase was enough for her to pretend. Her legs shook as she remembered the feeling, and the climax rushed forwards more quickly than she'd expected it to. It was so sudden and so unexpected that a moan of pleasure slipped out before she could stifle it.

Fortune favored the birthday girl though, because at that very moment Harry happened to groan loud enough that there was no way he'd heard her own uncontrollable sound of excitement. Pansy got herself under control but still whimpered quietly to herself as she watched Harry squeeze Tracey's arse cheeks with both hands and flood her pussy with his cum.

Pansy would have given up a great deal to be the one who was getting that cum inside of her at the end of a satisfying fuck. It would have been the greatest birthday present she could ever ask for. But since that wasn't possible just yet, she settled for standing there in her stall and clapping her free hand over her mouth as she trembled with one of the better orgasms she'd had in months. Certainly it had been the best she'd ever had on her own, though she supposed she wasn't truly on her own this time.

She licked her lips as Harry pulled out of Tracey and she finally saw that magnificent cock once again. How badly she wanted to go into that stall, get down on her knees and lick him free of cum, his as well as Tracey's! That wasn't her duty right now though, and she had to watch as Harry cast cleaning charms on both himself and Tracey before they pulled their clothes back into place. She watched them leave their stall and listened to their conversation as they walked out of the bathroom.

"It's too bad you insisted we put that silencing charm on the door," Tracey whined. "It would've been even hotter if there was a real risk."

"Hey, I indulged your kink, but I'm not interested in having everyone out there hear you moan while I fuck you," Harry said, chuckling. Well that explained one thing anyway. They'd put a charm up to keep the sound from escaping the loo, so no one out there actually heard them. They just didn't know that Pansy had already been inside, and she'd seen and heard everything. She cautiously stepped out of the loo after waiting an acceptable amount of time. There were others who had come in as well by that time so Harry and Tracey shouldn't think anything of it.

While Pansy was happy with that unexpected treat, she was still somewhat frustrated that she wasn't at a point where she could join them. Daphne had gotten her hopes up when she told her she would work on getting Tracey to agree to let her join in on the fun, but nothing had come of it yet.

There was always a possibility that Daphne was playing games with her, but Pansy didn't think that was the case. From the time she'd brought her into her organization Daphne had given her no reason to think she wasn't being upfront with her. She'd been honest and blunt in expressing her like or dislike with whatever actions she'd taken, so even though Pansy had spent most of her life not trusting anyone she believed that Daphne meant what she said.

She had high hopes that it would happen soon. It would have been amazing if Daphne cold have made it happen by her birthday, but she would just have to continue to hope that soon enough her wishes would be realized. She was glad to have Harry in her life as a genuine friend now and she appreciated how much time he'd devoted to helping her in her quest to better herself and make up for the years of school she'd wasted. Still, she missed the euphoric feeling that she'd only ever felt when getting fucked by Harry. Hopefully she would get that feeling back in her life soon enough.

She would need to make other arrangements in the meantime though. A birthday shag with Harry did not seem to be in the cards, so she would have to rely on something else for today.

"Hey there!" Padma said, giving her a bright smile as she returned. "You were gone for awhile; I almost went looking for you. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Pansy assured her. "Everything's brilliant." Maybe Padma would let her spend the night and give her a birthday treat. Neither of them were interested in actually dating each other; it was just a bit of fun between friends. But it was a great deal of fun, that was for sure.

If she couldn't spend her birthday night in Harry's bed, spending it in Padma's wasn't a bad alternative at all.