Hi everyone,

This story is based on the 1782 novel Les Liaisons dangereuses, and in turn, the 1988 movie Dangerous Liaisons and its 1999 adaptation Cruel Intentions.

I've changed the ending for this fic, as the original ending requires Draco (in the way I've cast him) to be killed, which seems an awful waste.

Dramione. OOC characters. AU, no Voldemort. M for profanity and sex scenes.

Blaise spilled himself into Pansy's body with a groan as she enthusiastically faked a matching orgasm.

Merlin knows why she bothered, he thought. If I wasn't a good enough fuck for her, she could either show me how she wanted it, or throw me out of her bed.

Anyway, it was a moot point. He was bugging out, so the Muggle military say in the movies. In fact, he met her imperious summons only to tell her, in privacy, that he'd met someone else. A beautiful red-headed angel called Ginny Weasley. Someone who was open and honest and warm. Not cold and spiky and devious.

He'd barely opened the door to her bedroom when she pounced. She didn't even give him time to open his mouth before she'd undone his fly with her painted talons and stuffed his cock down her throat. Once she had Blaise hard, she straddled him, wet, slick and sans panties.

Blaise shut his eyes and prayed for the ending to come quickly. He couldn't guarantee his erection to last for any length of time.

Luckily he came before he, well, couldn't.

She tried to cuddle after they fucked. She must have read somewhere that it was the sort of thing people did after being intimate. But her weight across his body felt like solid guilt; already he'd cheated on Ginny.

He raised Pansy to a sitting position and eased her off his limp dick. Scourgifying themselves, he tucked himself back in, faced her and said they needed to talk.

She hopped up and sat on the edge of the bed, inspecting her nails. 'Okay. Talk.'

'I want this relationship to end, Pansy.'

She turned her head slowly and looked at him. 'Pardon? I thought you said you said you wanted our relationship to end, or something.'

Blaise sighed. 'You heard correctly.'

She rolled over onto her stomach, swinging her long legs in the air at the knee as she studied him. 'So, who is she, then?' she asked, sounding bored.

He didn't want to tell her. It was fraught with danger. But she'd find out eventually.

'Ginny Weasley.'

She sputtered, then started to laugh. 'That red-headed, freckled fright? Looks like she's never had butter melt in her mouth, let alone had a cock in it?'

Blaise looked at her with distaste and said something that, in hindsight, he probably shouldn't have said. 'At least her cunt will be tight enough for me to feel it.'

Her face closed off and she slowly sat up. 'Do you really want to go there?' she snarled.

'Pansy, look, it was fun, right? But we're just not suited for each other. The sex is average; we fight more than we fuck. There's got to be a better bloke out there for you. Now's your chance to find him.'

Her bluster was just for show; she collapsed backwards on to the bed. 'Fine,' she said, bored. 'But I dumped you, all right?'

'Whatever.' He knew appearances were very important to her.

Blaise looked at her, sprawled across the bed in her dishevelled skirt, shirt and tie, twirling her hair around a finger, humming a Weird Sisters tune. He should have kept his yap shut, but in that brief space of time he felt a bit sorry for her.

'Have you ever had an orgasm, Pansy?'

She fixed her cold green eyes on him. 'Get out!' she screamed.

He got out, and counted himself lucky for escaping unscathed.

He should have known better.