Pansy screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat ached.
She was just so mad and she needed to let it out.
She cast a hex at the stone wall and was rewarded with one little moment of satisfaction as the rock exploded and crumbed to dust.
But it immediately repaired itself and Pansy just felt more pissed off than before.
In the aftermath of the second wizarding war, with the reconstruction of Hogwarts, the castle had gotten a lot of upgrades. Like all the spells and charmwork that now kept it self-cleaning and self-repairing.
Pansy just wanted the catharsis that came with smashing something and watching it break.
Pansy kept testing the castle. She’d break windows. She’d throw vials of potion against the wall. She’d go to the bathroom on the floor. Everything magically cleaned itself up, every time.
Maybe it was just insanity at this point but Pansy was sure there must be a weak spot in the spellwork. A few places in the castle where things don’t instantly repair. And she was determined to find them.
It was unfortunate for Neville that he just happened to cross Pansy’s path in the hallway while she was in such a bad mood and about to test out if the floor under the suits of armor was under the fixing spells, or only the armor itself. She was already squatting with her panties balled up in her firt, ready to pee on one’s shoe. That’s when a thought came to her. Two thoughts actually.
The first was that she really didn’t want anyone to see her in this position, even Neville. She grabbed her wand and hit him with a petrification hex.
The loud thud of his body hitting the stone floor was such a satisfying sound. He’d probably bruise like an overripe peach.
Then the second thought hit her.
Students aren’t part of the castle. Making a mess of a student shouldn’t trigger the castle’s fixing spells.
The castle wouldn’t magically heal Neville’s bruises. Or clean him up.
When she squatted over his face to pee, she had a gut feeling it was going to be good, and it was. It felt really, really good.
And the castle didn’t clean Neville. The floor all around him was dried instantly, but Neville’s robes and hair were left soaking wet with fresh piss.
It was finally the kind of relief she’d been searching for all year. Making a mess and just letting it stay a mess.
But something wasn’t quite right.
She stood over the petrified Neville and he just lied there totally still and silent. She shouldn’t be disappointed that her own spell worked perfectly. But she wanted Neville to react.
She wanted him to cry. Or even just struggle a little.
Pansy went back to the Slytherin rooms and left Neville on the ground. The hex would wear off on its own in a few hours. She needed to think of a better way to use this loophole in the castle’s armor.
♡
The next time she saw Neville alone again she actually got excited. She’d been thinking about this. She planned for this.
Eighth years were allowed in the library without Madame Pince so it was just the two of them.
Neville was reading something in one of the plush armchairs by the fireplace.
Pansy started with a body binding hex, but not like last time. She wanted him tied to the chair, so he could still squirm, still scream.
She waited until he tried to grab his wand and realized he couldn’t reach it, for that specific moment of panic. That’s when she stepped into his view and picked up his wand.
She watched his face morph from relief to confusion to fear.
“It was you!” Realization. “You’re the one who—“ he cut himself off. He couldn’t say it.
“Peed on you?” Pansy suggested sweetly.
“Why are you here now?” Neville struggled against his binds. Didn’t he realize he was only making them tighter?
“To do it again.” Pansy loved that look of panic on Neville’s face.
She climbed up the armrests and mounted the back of the chair with Neville’s head trapped between her thighs. It was a pretty intimate position.
She let Neville twist his head around in every direction trying to get away, did he know he was making it feel better for her. The unexpected friction was making her aroused.
Could Neville tell? She didn’t want to be turned on by Neville Longbottom. She wanted to fuck with him.
She grabbed him by the hair to hold his head still and peed. It felt better than last time. What little pee soaked into the chair was instantly dried by the castle’s spells, but most of it ran down and soaked into Neville’s robes.
He was soaking wet.
When she climbed off him and got a good look at his face she could see he was flushed a deep red, maybe from anger or from embarrassment or maybe her piss just made his face hot. No matter the reason, this was such an improvement over having him petrified.
She took his wand with her when she left him this time.
The sound of him screaming her name to come back and untie him was like music to her ears.
Unfortunately this spell wouldn’t dissolve on its own, but she let him squirm until she got to the door, where she ended her binding spell and left his wand floating in the air right at eye level for him to find.
♡
Eighth year continued like that. The castle was indestructible. But Neville wasn’t.
Pansy probably peed on Neville’s face more than in the toilets.
She thought she’d get detention at some point. Or at least a gang of Gryffindors seeking revenge on Neville’s behalf, but it never happened.
She assumed he was too embarrassed.
So whenever the mood struck her, which was any time she saw him, and sometimes when she didn’t see him and went looking for him, she’d let out her frustrations on Neville, in the form of her bladder.
Neville wasn’t even required to take his eighth year and graduate. It was just the Slytherins. Why was he even here?
Hex. Piss. Relief.
He doesn’t have to be here. It’s like he wants to be here. Yea. If he didn’t want it he’d just leave.
Hex. Piss. Relief.
Headmistress McGonagall wants to talk to all the Slytherins about their mandatory apprenticeships after graduation.
Neville doesn’t have to take a mandatory apprenticeship. He can go work a job in any field he wants.
Pansy was sulking at the top of the astronomy tower.
It wasn’t her fault. None of it was.
Not the Death Eaters. Not Voldemort. Not the war. Absolutely none of it. Why should she be held responsible for her parent’s mistakes?
They’re the ones who cozied up to a bald-headed no-nose dictator. Pansy was just supposed to go to school and have fun with her friends, then marry a rich man and have cute little spoiled rich babies with him.
Pansy just wanted to be a rich housewife. That’s where she was supposed to be right now. Not still at Hogwarts. Not taking an apprenticeship at a bakery or a menagerie.
And she was mad. Robbed of the life she was supposed to have because of decisions she didn’t make.
Where was Neville when she needed him?
Pansy looked down at someone walking alone back to the castle and realized with absolute glee that Neville was exactly where she needed him to be, right below her.
She used a spell from Sprout’s class meant for watering the plants that needed the water to hit a really specific part of the root. A spell to guide flowing water to a target.
Only it wasn’t water. She stood there watching Neville, and she pulled her panties to the side under her skirt and started peeing.
Her pee never hit the ground at her own feet. She watched her spell carry her stream lower. It was floating, but on a clear path down. She kept peeing, enjoying the anticipation of it, until the spell reached its target, and her pee stream released over Neville’s head.
He tried to step aside but the spell followed him. Then he ran, but he was still showered will piss the whole time.
Pansy got to watch the spell carry her pee after she finished. She got to watch Neville look around frantically for her, because he knew it was her. And she got to watch him finally spot her at the top of the tower.
She smiled and waved innocently at him, like she didn’t notice the last of the piss in her spell showering his head. Because she was just out alone just like he was, and she wasn’t doing anything wrong when he looked at her.
♡
Pansy graduated. She accepted her assignment from McGonagall to apprentice at a new flower shop in Hogsmeade that just opened.
She accepted that she’d probably never see Neville again and she’d have to find a new way to deal with her anger.
She hated to admit she’d miss him.
As McGonagall explained, she had to prove she could be an upstanding member of magical society and the way to do that right now was to contribute to a local business and develop some useful magical skills.
Pansy got to the flower shop early and sat in the owner’s office, waiting for him to meet her and look over whatever McGonagall had owled over about her. But he didn’t show up.
She was starting to worry maybe he forgot about his meeting with her, or that he changed his mind about taking a reformed Slytherin as an apprentice.
Maybe she should just leave.
Just as she was starting to get up she was struck with a spell she knew all too well.
One of her favorite binding spells. She was instantly tied to the chair she sat in, unable to wiggle free, unable to reach her wand in her pocket.
“Ms. Parkinson, so sorry to keep you waiting.”
It couldn’t be. She knew that voice.
Neville stepped into view and sat down at the desk in front of her.
“You…you own this shop?” Pansy’s throat felt dry. She was never going get approved for this internship now. She’d never be a rich housewife. She could almost cry.
Neville didn’t say anything while he looked over Pansy’s papers.
“You know I asked for you specifically, as my apprentice.”
Pansy had to admit her curiosity was piqued.
Neville stood up, revealing he’d slipped his cock out of his pants under the desk.
He came around to Pansy’s side of the desk and she couldn’t believe all this time she’d never known that Neville was huge. He was barely semi-hard, still stroking himself to fully erect, but he was still really impressive.
“I’ve waited so long to do this.”
Pansy waited for him to shove his cock in her mouth. She wanted it. Wanted him to fuck her throat. But he didn’t.
She felt the first warm stream against her cheek. When her mouth opened in shock he quickly moved his stream across her tongue to spray her other cheek. It was salty and warm.
He peed on her neck and she felt it soaking into the new top she bought just for this interview, to look professional, but without a bra, because she wasn’t that professional.
The warm damp fabric clung to her. She could feel her nipples pebbling beneath her shirt, and she could almost feel her nipples rubbing against the wet fabric,
She squirmed in her binds, seeking better friction.
“No escape, Pansy.” Neville misinterpreted her squirming. Was he this aroused when she peed on him? She had to squeeze her eyes shut against the spray when he went back to her face, then back to her chest. He was so close to her boobs, her aching nipples.
“Lower!” She begged. She didn’t care that she was begging. It was so close to feeling good right where she wanted it.
“What?”
“Lower! Please! Pee lower!” Pansy struggled in her binds, but she was more humping the chair.
Neville aimed exactly where she wanted. Was her shirt see-through? Was that how he knew exactly where her nipples were under the annoying wet fabric that was now the only barrier between one of her aching nipples and a warm stream of liquid pressure.
He alternated between her boobs, moving his cock back and forth across her chest to give both of her nipples attention with his piss.
She stared at Neville’s cock as he stroked it over her. She really wanted it.
She was disappointed when he finished peeing, but he wasn’t finished. Neville kept stroking himself. She desperately wanted that warm pressure back on her boobs. She really wanted it lower, between her legs. Pansy squirmed in her binds, trying to find any relief.
All she got was warm, thick splashes of Neville’s sticky cum across her wet chest.
Neville had to lean back on his desk to keep himself upright, like his orgasm left him completely drained. Pansy almost laughed thinking of all the piss and cum she was covered in. He was drained dry.
“I only wanted to piss on you, I didn’t plan for that.” Neville confessed.
Pansy rocked her hips into the chair.
“Neville, please?”
“Oh, you still need to cum?”
Pansy hated being needy. But this domineering vengeful side of Neville was really hot.
He dropped her binds and pulled her to her feet. In an instant she was shoved against the desk and bent over.
“Tell me, why me Pansy? Why’d you piss on my face all year?”
Neville’s hand was under her skirt, exploring the crotch of her panties. He was teasing her, taking his time letting his fingers find her clit.
“I was mad. And bored. And it felt good.” She confessed.
He rewarded her by pressing his hand against her clit.
“Did you ever touch yourself after?”
“Yes.” Another confession.
Another reward. His hand inside her panties, stroking her clit.
“So did I.” Neville admitted. “Would you have stopped if you knew I liked it?”
Pansy had to think before answering. She wasn’t sure. She liked thinking was making Neville miserable because she was miserable. But peeing on him brought her a lot of pleasure, and maybe she would have enjoyed it more at the time knowing it was also bringing him pleasure.
Or maybe she would have found a different way to ruin his day. Or a new person to pee on. She just didn’t know.
Neville stopped rubbing her clit, forcing her to blurt out her answer.
“I don’t know. I might have.”
Neville accepted that answer and started rubbing her clit again.
He went on like that. Forcing confession after confession from Pansy while teasing her clit.
Her favorite time peeing on him.
It was in the stands at a quidditch game. Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. They were both on the Hufflepuff side. She wasn’t planning it. It just occurred to her that she didn’t want to go all the way down the stands to use the toilet and then she realized she didn’t have to.
She sat in his lap and pissed through her panties. She didn’t whisper taunts to him. Didn’t say a word. Just peed on his lap, and went back to her own seat.
She wasn’t mad that day. She was in a great mood. Neville was just there. She peed on him just because she could.
“Could you feel how hard you made me? On my lap like that?”
Pansy tried to ride Neville’s hand but he held her down and set the pace himself, too slow to make her cum.
She remembered that she did feel his boner that day but she didn’t think it was really for her, it was just because a girl was in his lap, any girl, not her, and definitely not because she peed.
“Neville please? I need it!”
He took his time pushing her panties down her thighs, working them over her knees and all the way down her legs. He bent down to untangle them from her ankles and leave them somewhere on the floor.
“Please?” Pansy thought she was begging for Neville’s fingers but she felt him teasing her entrance with his cock, already hard again. She was begging for that.
Neville eased into her slowly, until his body covered hers, pinning her down on the desk. She couldn’t move and she desperate now more than ever for friction. For any movement.
She realized, if she’d known Neville liked it when she peed on him sooner, that he liked her sooner, she could have been fucking him! She could have had this sooner!
“I wouldn’t have stopped.” Pansy said.
Neville grunted into her hair. Was it a question? An acknowledgment that he understood? She couldn’t tell.
“At Hogwarts. I wouldn’t have stopped peeing on you. If I knew you liked it.” She spoke to the wood, she wanted to see his face. She didn’t want to move from this spot when Neville finally started to thrust.
“You know what I’ve always wanted to see? Since the first time you ever put your pussy in my face?” Neville asked her.
Pansy shook her head no.
Neville’s hand came around to play with her clit again. Her body rocked into his hand with the thrust of his hips.
“I want to see you pee while you’re cumming.”
Was he really asking her to pee on him? Now? He fucked her harder, as if to prove his point, bringing her closer to that promised orgasm.
Pansy let herself pee. It was more than relief. It was pure pleasure.
She felt overly sensitive, like that post-orgasm feeling, but she hadn’t even cum yet.
Neville’s cock felt toe-curlingly good. She begged him not to stop. It was so good. She was close. Almost. Right there. She begged him again please don’t stop. He fucked her faster, spurred on by her pleas.
Pansy’s orgasm felt electric. She screamed for Neville. Maybe with how drenched she was in piss, her orgasm had actually electrocuted her.
She could feel Neville’s cock pulsing inside her with his own orgasm. Then feel him softening inside her.
They were both just too exhausted to move.
♡
Neville was kinder to Pansy than she ever was to him.
He took the time to dry her off and clean her up.
When she bent to pick her panties up off the floor he kicked them under his desk.
“You can leave those.”
So he wasn’t an angel. She clearly wasn’t one to judge.
He was enough of a gentleman to walk her out.
“You can start your apprenticeship on Friday.”
Pansy frowned at the shop hours posted on the door.
“You’re closed on Fridays.”
“That’s right. You won’t be starting in the shop on your first day. I think you’ll be tied up doing other things.”
Pansy smiled.
“Did you ever think about doing that at Hogwarts? Tying me up and peeing on me?”
“All the time.” Neville admitted. “But I was afraid if I did you’d stop peeing on me. And I really didn’t want you to stop.”
She would never stop.
The dead fantasy in Pansy’s mind of being a rich housewife had already turned into something new, something possible. A shopkeeper’s wife, with a very active kinky sex life.
“See you Friday.”
When Pansy left the flower shop, she spent the rest of the afternoon walking around Hogsmeade.
So what if she wasn’t wearing panties? That was Neville’s fault.
She wanted to see all the other new businesses that opened, and get some drinks at The Three Broomsticks.
Then if she decided she needed to pee again, well maybe she’d just have to stop back in the flower shop.