A.N This is just a one-shot that came into my head ages ago, and I've finally got it down on paper (or computer). I can't decide what year they are in, probably 5th or 6th as they are all quite experienced. Enjoy.
Daring Detentions
Pansy PoV
"Malfoy, Granger, Parkinson, Zabini! Detention!" I looked up as Professor McGonagall came striding down the corridor. I promptly stopped straining against Blaise as he held me back and I watched Draco and Hermione guiltily put their wands away.
"But Harry's nowhere around, how did he get a detention?" I asked a little confused. Professor McGonagall looked at me as if I was mad.
"I said Parkinson not Potter, use your ears."
"But I didn't do anything," I argued, "Why should I get detention for something Granger did?" The Professor frowned at my outburst.
"In that case Miss Parkinson, 20 points from Slytherin. I'll see you all outside my office 8o'clock on Thursday." And with that she strode away.
"Bitch," I muttered to Blaise, "See you Thursday Granger." I called mockingly to the retreating back of Hermione. The only response I got to this was a slight stiffening of her shoulders and her quickened footsteps. Draco laughed loudly as we turned in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.
"At least the little Gryffindork got detention with us. Though I doubt McGonagall will have anything particularly nice for us to do. I have not forgotten the detention she gave us in first year, Hagrid and the forbidden forest."
"Oh help us," I mocked, "whatever will be next?"
"Shut up Parkinson, you've no idea what it's like to put your life in that big oafs hands."
"Oh I do Draco; I do so every care of magical creatures' lesson." Blaise laughed loudly at this, while Draco, grinning his approval, whispered the password to the stretch of wall that lead into the Slytherin common room.
"Who fancies getting a start on that potions essay?" Blaise asked as we sank into armchairs near the fire. Draco scoffed loudly.
"You're such a geek Zabini, sometimes I wonder if you wouldn't have made a better Ravenclaw."
"Oi." Blaise aimed a light punch at Draco's shoulder, "You're such a hypocrite, what with your fear of anything remotely threatening, I wonder if you wouldn't have made a better Hufflepuff!" Draco looked shocked at this.
"Watch your mouth Zabini, 'cause that was below the belt." As their playful banter continued, I settled down amidst parchment, quills and books to get started on our potions essay, knowing full well that both Blaise and Draco would need to copy it later.
"Lazy assholes." I muttered to myself, as I sifted through pages and pages on forgetfulness potions.
*Thursday*
"Move those buts guys; we're going to be late." I said, slapping them both on the ass.
"What do you care if we're late?" Blaise muttered sullenly.
"As much as I love pissing off teachers, I am not a fan of loosing house points. Draco lets go." I grabbed Draco's wrists, as the ass slapping evidently wasn't helping, and pulled him across the common room to the exit and a yawning Blaise.
"Blaise, why are you so tired?" I asked, as I practically dragged Draco out of the common room. At a glance, I noticed dark circles around Draco's eyes too. "You too Malfoy, you look like you need a few centuries sleep." Draco apparently didn't have the energy to find a comeback, or a reasonable answer, so I turned back to Blaise for a better answer.
"Stayed up 'til 'bout 2, finishing that potions essay for Snape. I had no idea 2 foot was that long." I rolled my eyes, so typical of them. Laughing inwardly we climbed the stairs to McGonagall's office.
"You people never change, do you?" Blaise just grinned cheekily and knocked loudly. The door whipped open at once, revealing a glowering McGonagall, Filch and Granger.
"Well this looks like a fun party." I commented sourly, pushing my way in the room and flopping down on a chair, putting my stiletto-ed feet up on the coffee table.
"Watch your attitude, young lady," McGonagall said, closing the door behind Blaise and Draco, "especially as you three are already late."
"I tried to tell them to hurry up, but Draco was having trouble getting his fat ass out of the chair." I said, laughing at the mental image.
"Language Parkinson." McGonagall said.
"Hay! My ass is not fat." Draco said, after finally cottoning onto the fact that I was actually insulting him, Blaise just laughed. After sending a reproachful glance at us, Granger spoke up.
"So what's our detention, Professor?" I rolled my eyes, ever the goody two shoes Gryffindork.
"You four will be cleaning the potions classroom with Mr. Filch, and NO MAGIC." I felt my mouth drop.
"You have to be kidding me! NO magic? Well then it's just a muggle detention, only Granger will be any good at this." Hermione's eyes began to water, maybe that was a little harsh, but no magic is just plain rude. "No magic is just plain rude." I finished, I had a habit of voicing my thoughts. Luckily, however, McGonagall hadn't heard my outburst as she had already swept out the door, followed by Filch and a teary eyed Hermione.
"Come on, let's get this over with." Blaise said as he grabbed my hand. We followed Granger down to the dungeons with Draco muttering behind us, apparently he wasn't fond of this new no magic rule."
"This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything." Ignoring Draco, we made it down to the potions room we had to clean, in relative silence.
"O.K," McGonagall turned to face us, "This is the room you will be cleaning. I'll leave you with Mr. Filch. If I hear one bad word I'll be holding your detention, and that won't be fun for any of us." With that she disappeared up the steps. Filch pulled open the door, revealing the scene before us. Green slime covered every surface (including the ceiling0 emitting a fowl stench that had us covering our noses with our robes. Filch smirked.
"Potion went wrong, and it's your job to get rid of this mess. There's a supply cupboard down the corridor. Have fun." Filch turned and sat down on a rickety old chair, facing away from the smell of the room. I groaned.
Draco PoV
Hermione peered closely at the green slime, trying not to breath.
"I've no idea what potion this is." She said, apparently to herself. "It would be easier to tell if it hadn't gone wrong, but then we wouldn't have anything to clean I suppose." She stood up and turned around and looked down at Pansy and Blaise, where they sat against the opposite wall. Blaise had brought some sort of alcohol with him and they handed it back and forth, their laughter slowly get louder. Hermione shock her head and walked over to the supply cupboard to start work on the slime. I followed her, knowing Blaise and Pansy wouldn't be any use. I caught the door and she tried to slam it shut. I walked in and closed the door quietly behind me. I peered into the dark and was alarmed when I heard quiet sobs coming from the corner.
"Lumos," I said, lighting my wand, "Granger?" The sobs stopped and in the wand light I saw Hermione turn around, her face streaked with tears.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She said, once again turning her back on me.
"I came to find something to get rid of that fowl sludge, but I can see you've got that under control," I mocked sarcastically. "I might as well go and join Pansy and Blaise then." I turned and pulled on the handle of the door. It didn't budge. "Great it's locked. Alohamora." Again nothing happened. I pressed my ear to the wood and listened intently. From the other side I distinctly heard Pansy giggling.
"Malfoy, can you 'ear me?" Blaise called through the door.
"What have you done this time Zabini?" I heard him laugh. He could hear the annoyance in my tone, and he loved pissing me off. Right now I was very pissed off. And he was very pissed (from what I could tell).
"You're not getting out of there, Drac," pansy chimed in, "I've used some kick ass magic on this lock, very complicated. Have fun with Granger."
"NO wait! Parkinson!" But the only reply I got was footstep getting quieter and a drunken laugh. "We're stuck in her Granger, better get comfy." I pointed my wand to the candles in their brackets above us, and lighted them with a whisper. Hermione was wiping her eyes, turning around to face me, her voice was shaky.
"Why did you follow me here instead of sitting down and drinking yourself stupider with your cronies?" She said, genuinely curious. "No-one would miss you." She added in an undertone on the end, I don't think she expected me to hear that bit.
"Because," I countered, "I know them, and if they don't want to work then they won't, and detention is definitely not their scene. I came to persuade you to do magic, get it over with and chill out." She paused, with a stunned look on her face; she obviously didn't expect that answer.
"To think I was wrong about you all these years, you're not bad for a Slytherin." I laughed.
"And you're not bad for a Gryffindork." She frowned at this.
"If we're stuck in here can you at least be civil?"
"Sorry Granger, uh Hermione. Give us a hug." She walked over uncertainly; I definitely did not expect to be hugging a geeky Gryffindor anytime soon. I pulled her in, however, tickling her sides to make her squirm.
"Get off you git." She stopped talking, her breathing picking up pace slightly, her eyes boring into mine and I could see the lust glinting in her brown orbs. I shifted slightly, my body responding to the sexual tension. My blood pounded faster through my veins and, without thinking it through, I pressed my lips against Hermione's soft ones. Her eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her small waist, noticing the subtle differences of kissing her and kissing Pansy. Pansy always took control instantly, never really bothering with foreplay. Hermione, however, only responded to what I did. So I made my need clear as I grinded into her, my hands roaming the Gryffindors body, my brain and action being ruled by me pulsing cock.
Feeling both our needs for air, I moved my lips from hers, down her neck, sucking on her pulse point, leaving my mark. In doing this, I heard her moan, the noise moving me on. My hands moved from her waist, up her top until i was cupping her breasts through her bra. She stiffened and her eyes widened. She moved away quickly, wiping her mouth, trying to slow her breathing. Damn my cock.
"What was that?" She asked, or rather gasped, her breathing still not under control. I just gave her my most winning smile, which usually had most girls melted in a puddle at my feet.
"The lust that's leaking out of you, er your eyes, just has to be licked up, and we're stuck in here, might as well make the most of it." Evidently she didn't get my double meaning as she blinked heavily.
"My eyes aren't leaking anything you pervert." She practically growled at me.
"I wasn't exactly talking about your eyes."
"You're sick, really sick Malfoy." She tried to push past me to magically unlock the door, but I grabbed her wrist to pull her back.
"Am I sick?" I whispered in her ear, feeling her shudder at the sensation, "or just bang on the truth?" Her cheeks flushed at my words. I chuckled. "I thought so, Granger. You might be a fucking Gryffindor but you're not that innocent, baby."
"Get off me." She struggled against my iron grip, trying to break free.
"We're stuck in here, Granger. Just come. And join me." I was really fucking horny now, innuendos flying thick in the air. I was ready to take her innocence. Hermione had other plans it seemed, as she yanked her wand arm free and pointed her wand at the securely locked door. She muttered a string of complicated sounding unlocking spells until the door popped open. I let her go, knowing there was no way I could get her to stay now. I followed her out though, looking around for Pansy and Blaise. I walked over to the slime covered classroom and, holding my breath, I peered inside.
"I've already cleaned it Malfoy." My head whipped round to see Hermione shaking a sleeping Filch. "Zabini and Parkinson evidently took off soon after Filch was asleep. Either that or they drugged him; I wouldn't put it past them." I was going to contradict her, but then again I wouldn't put it past them either. She turned har face further away from mine, still shaking Filch earnestly. I walked past throwing a last comment over my shoulder.
"See you around Granger." It was at that moment that my obsession with the innocent Gryffindor began.
A.N Did you like it? Not enough fluff? Well I wrote this with Pansy as Sapphire and Draco as Felix and Blaise as Draco, but you guys don't know Felix and Sapphire yet, as the story that I'm writing with them in, hasn't made it to the computer yet, so I thought I won't confuse you and use the normal ones. But anyway do you think i should continue this? I'm not sure but there's one way you can tell me...review!