"So. Any more questions?"
As usual, Hermione Granger's hand shot up in the air and she bounced about in her seat frantically as Snape coolly surveyed the rest of the class. "Nobody?" he asked, in his silky smooth voice. Hermione let out a whimper of protest - what a freak - and Snape laughed quietly. "Nobody," he acknowleged, waving his hand. "Class dismissed."

"Come on, Pansy," Draco called, extending his hand as he made his way out of the classroom and into the hall. I took it, feeling the cold skin beneath my fingers. He smiled and brought my hand up to his mouth, kissed it, then dropped my hand completely and walked away to catch up with Crabbe and Goyle. I shivered all over, a smile plastering my normally moody face, and felt someone brush past me. Hermione Granger.
"Oi, Mudblood, watch where you're going," I snapped, and she turned around, her expression venemous.
"No," she snapped, though her hands were shaking and her eyes bright with filthy Mudblood tears. I was so repulsed by her that it was strange.
"Get lost, you pathetic freak," I ordered, and pushed past her. She turned away and I was sure I could hear a strangled sob that clearly said 'I don't want her to know I'm crying'. I laughed meanly, though I kind of hated myself for doing so, and wandered off to see if Draco would care for another round of making out in a broom closet instead of Charms.

After Draco's hands had slid up my top, I stopped.
"What?" he whispered, and in the darkness of the closet, his grey eyes seemed to shimmer like a God's. "Come on, Pansy, I love you so much. Why won't you do this for me?"
"I..." I faltered, looking up into those perfect eyes, the light from the one window bouncing off his white-blonde hair as he kissed me again.
"Draco, I'm sorry."
This felt all wrong. He looked the part, surely, and his kisses were gentle and tender, but I wanted something else. I wanted to know that what I was doing was wrong, but felt right for me. I wanted everything to be perfect, to be bad, to be unlawful, to be naughty.

Pansy Parkinson, Rule-Breaker.

I had returned to the common room late that night, and the only person who was awake, reading something from a thick leather-bound book, was Malfoy.
I walked as quickly as I could around the sofa, but just as I passed him he reached out, grabbed one of my legs and pulled me down beside him.
"Look," he said, and his voice was threatening.
I backed away, made to get up, but he caught me and held me to him tightly, so tightly it was beginning to hurt.
"Get off me," I snapped, and he held me tighter.
"Look," he repeated, "I'm sick of you never going the whole way with me. That little Ravenclaw did, that stupid damned Hufflepuff did."
"They were in third and fourth year, Draco," I breathed. "I never knew... Why would you even want...?"
"They were there, and I was horny for you, babe," he whispered in my ear, and the next thing I knew his mouth was on mine again, and I was struggling, pushing away, while his tongue danced like flames against my closed lips.

"No," I managed to pant out, and I stood uphard, hoping to dislodge him. Instead, he kept his lips where they were and stood up with me, hands moving down to caress my arse, but caress was quite the wrong word for it, he was doing more than that, he was grabbing, pressing, manhandling, hurting.
"GET OFF ME!" I screamed, and that seemed to fuel his perverted desire. He moved his fingers round to my front now, pumelling my breasts with a frenzied expression.
I tried to run away, I tried to scream, I tried to do anything, but my feet were rooted to the ground with horror as he pushed three fingers up my skirt, around my underwear and into my pussy. He had done this before, only that time it had been easier as I had been sopping wet. Now I was dry, normal, neutral. It hurt so much.

"Draco, stop, please," I whispered and he looked up at me. He was now on his knees, and I was helpless before him as he pushed me over, so hard I hit my head on the cold stone floor, and felt my head swim, and Draco's rough, unpleasant tongue scraping at the inside of me. I screamed again, and as I blacked out from the pain in my head, I saw a bat-like figure enter the common room and run towards me. My eyes clouded over and I lost everything.

"Miss Parkinson?"
I opened my eyes blearily and mumbled "Pansy."
"Thank Merlin," someone muttered, and I felt a deliciously cold hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Professor Snape bending over me. I was still in the common room, but I was lying on the sofa, and there was blood on the floor. My head had a bandage on it, and Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.
"Sna...Snape," I choked, and sat up. He was wearing what must have been his pyjamas, a black sleeveless vest and tight black jogging trousers. He had huge arm muscles, something I was suprised by. He was almost fit, if you didn't look at the hair.
But his hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and somehow that looked good.
I was falling for Snape.

"Are you alright, Pansy?" he asked. Now my head was close to his chest, I was doing fine, thank you, but I thought it unwise to say. I nodded, and my aching head jarred painfully, causing me to gasp and a few tears to escape. Snape gently held my shoulders and pulled me a little closer so my head was resting on his chest. I sniffed lightly, just wonderingly, and a wonderful smell met my nostrils. He smelled like outdoors, the smoke in the Potions room.
This was weird.
This was new.
This was exactly what I wanted.

"Miss Parkinson," Snape muttered suddenly. He pushed me lightly away, and my eyes (which had been drooping tiredly) snapped open with a guilty jolt of pleasure as I felt something hard and stiff nudge at my back.
He had an erection.
Over me.

"Oh, sorry, Sir," I simpered. He smiled shortly at me, and then said hesitantly,
"You weren't... willingly having sex with Mr Malfoy, were you?"
"No!" I said, willing my eyes to look more innocent.
"Good," he said quickly, then closed his eyes momentarily as if he regretted answering.
"Why is that good... Professor?"
"Because I can finally get that little git out of this school," Snape muttered. I laughed, and he smiled lightly as I tossed my head (attractive laughter was one of my strong points) and some of my now-long black hair brushed his shoulder.
"Don't you like him, Sir?"
"Not that I don't..." Snape said, but he was nodding as he spoke. I laughed again, and this time he laughed too, a weird noise for such a miserable looking man to make.
"Are you feeling alright now, Pansy?"
"Yes thank you," I said, swinging my legs to the ground and then gasping and clutching at my burning pussy. I shouldn't have moved. It hurt.
"Oh," I whispered, and I felt a light trickle of blood slide down my thigh. Snape was there at once.
"Forgive me, Miss Parkinson," he said, all teacher-y again.
He rolled up my skirt, and gently, oh so gently, dabbed away the blood with a tissue. "We'll get you to the hospital wing," he said, and I looked down curiously at him.
"You're shaking," he noted.
I knew exactly why I was shaking, and it had damn all to do with Draco Fucking Malfoy.