This chapter is more a kind of prologue. You don't want to be reading this fic if you're adverse to a little bit of sex, drugs and rock n roll. Oh and swearing. Draco/Pansy are around 20 in this, Voldemort's dead and they're in the mess left behind. Disclaimer - Don't own anything, oh and don't take drugs kiddo's. Its bad. (Most of the time P)
The rain battered down and crashed against the large window, her piercing eyes stared into the darkness. She was the picture of dark glamour curled up on the large window seat, her ice white body barely covered by the slinky black lace lingerie and silk black kimono that hung loosely from her shoulders. Her thin fingers curled loosely around a crystal glass, swirling the alcohol within it and a cigarette was resting between her lips briefly. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders as she sat perfectly still, her eyes fixed on some distant point through the darkness.
I want to
I want to be someone else
Or I'll explode
You want me
Well fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
"Why do you wait for him?" A cold voice spoke from the doorway but she did not flinch merely took a sip of the firewhisky in her hands.
"I'm not waiting for him, Aristid. I'm waiting for excitement."
"You're a Parkinson, Parkinson's don't wait for it, they make their own…" The tall dark haired young man walked across the room and sat down, his back against the low wall she sat on.
"Who fed you that line?" She smirked and took a drag of the cigarette.
"You, probably." He laughed. "Come on Pansy, he isn't worth it. He'll always be there anyway."
"Sadly." She stubbed out the cigarette leaving a burn mark on the expensive fabric of the seat and held her hand out. "Well, what have you got for me tonight? I trust you didn't come into my room for nothing?"
"Demands, demands." He scolded and delved into the pocket of his black jeans, pulling out a packet of some pale purple powder. "Torrent. Extremely potent torrent. Got it from Lestrange." Pansy smirked and pulled the weight from his fingers, she sniffed it slightly and her smile became a grin. It was a wizarding drug; mainly used amongst dark wizards…its effects were legendary.
"Aristid, you are a God." Pansy leant down and kissed her older brother on the cheek. "Goodnight."
"I'll show Draco up when he arrives shall I?" He smirked from the doorway. His younger sister merely raised an eyebrow that suggested whatever Aristid told Draco to do it would be an interesting night.
You want me
Well fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
Draco pushed open the door to Pansy's darkened room to see her slumped near the window, flickering candlelight lighting her body…oh God her body, Draco thought as he took a step closer to her, her fucking gorgeous body. He smirked as he walked over and straddled her, she wasn't asleep or anything close to it, Draco could recognise the signs, he'd seen it, taken part in it often enough to know that Pansy was on a torrent trip. Her eyes were glinting dangerously as he met them with his own.
Pansy struggled to keep Draco's fine features in focus as he leant in towards her, his face was swimming in a pool of black and purple as he traced her lips with his cold fingers. She felt her hips buck up towards his involuntarily as his fingers moved to her breasts, her arms held above her head by one of his strong hands. She'd always enjoyed the heightened sensations and surreal feelings of sex when tripping; it was one of her particular quirks.
Draco smirked as Pansy's hips drove up into his groin once again, feeling her writhing beneath him when she had no control over her body gave him a feeling of power that drove him crazy. As he captured her soft lips he knew there was no way they'd make it to the bed, he'd fuck her there on the floor, comfort be damned and in any case chances are Pansy wouldn't even remember it in the morning. But the marks he left would remind her.