Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the following except the plot.

Author's Note: This is a very straight forward and most likely short fanfic. I will still accept flamers as if I had a choice! but please do not comment on the length. This is a Draco lovers beware fic, and it was invented for the most part to piss off my two Slytherin friends. There was a challenge to this piece though, as it is written from Draco's perspective. I have to insult Draco and write his thoughts and actions at the same time. Also, there is something in literature called tur de force or some thing like that. Anyway, it's a short narration or chapter that reveals something vital about a character. Well, I start out this piece with a tur de force, or whatever. Adult content in some areas of the writing but not as bad as some out there. Hope you enjoy. – ender74361

Chapter One: Setting the Record Straight

"We're finally getting Draco back for all these years!"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'll tell you, Hermione, but you can't get mad."

"Why would I get mad, Harry?" There was a low murmur of one sided conversation when the low rumble was broken, "WHAT?"

Draco walked through the door of the Slytherin common room to see Crabbe and Goyle sitting next to Pansy Parkinson, guffawing stupidly. "Crabbe, Goyle, out! I need to speak with Parkinson for a minute." The two minions gave their leader a sad look, like puppies, then left. "What is it Draco? Are you ready for another night?"

"Listen, Parkinson, that's what we need to talk about. You realize that I only have at you when there isn't other… well I'll just say it… better meat available?"

"I got that picture, yes."

"Well, you've been acting like we're dating. I only keep you around for sexual reasons and I don't even want to admit that level of relationship for us in public. So, if you'd like to stick around under these conditions, then I'll let you have another night, otherwise, don't speak to me." She responded by standing in front of Draco to drop her robes and then lowering her bare body into his lap. "Not in here, woman, into the room Snape arranged for us." The door shut behind them. Low and soft moans issued from the room and were often followed by, "Shut it, Parkinson." With one last short and stifled cry, the Slytherin common room went silent."