A/N: Ok. Let's get this straight. This is NOT my story. Repeat: NOT MY
STORY! I did help with ideas and a part of the writing, but it was written
by my friend, Holly Clairesworth (her pen name- check out her work.) I'm
posting it because she thinks it's a worthless piece of junk with no plot
whatsoever and I have different views. So please,
REVIEW!
Draco Malfoy wiped his sweat soaked face on a green towel. The early September sun was so intense this time of the year, and the Slytherin Quidditch practices were no walk in the park. Pushing his white- blonde hair out of his eyes, he took off into the thick, humid air.
Circling high above the Quidditch field, Draco squinted his eyes against the blazing, mid-Thursday sun. Yes, he had thought so. The pink dot with the chocolate brown hair was none other than Pansy Parkinson. He turned his broom his broom quickly around. She was such a nuisance at Quidditch practices, always begging to massage his shoulders or something equally as stupid. If he didn't know better, he'd think she came just to see him without a shirt.
"Draaacooo," she called up to him. Cursing their parents, he called time out and drifted lazily down, letting a cool breeze blow his sweaty hair off his neck. He landed gently next to her, scattering the years first fallen leaves.
"What is it Pansy?" he asked impatiently.
"I brought you something," she said, with dark blues eyes looking up at his now 6`1" frame.
"What?" he questioned shortly, leaning against his Nimbus 2001.
"Me!" she answered seductively, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.
"Not now Pansy!" Draco replied angrily, pushing her away.
Undaunted she licked her lips slowly to show him she had enjoyed his kiss.
See you after practice, sweetheart," she said airily, sashaying away on her sexy, black, platform sandals.
Draco groaned inwardly and soared back into the air.
"When does practice end, SWEETHART?" Blaise Zabini drawled, leaning on his beat up Cleansweep Seven.
"Shut up, Zabini." Draco snapped. "Your girlfriend isn't half as hot as Pansy."
That shut up Blaise, who was currently dating Millicent Bulstrode.
Searching for the Snitch, Draco's mind wandered back to Pansy. Draco's thoughts settled on the first time they had had sex. It had been during the third task in that damned Tri-Wizard Tournament. It wasn't like he'd wanted to see Potter play the hero. They had both been fourteen.
Spotting something golden, Draco snapped back into action. Making a spectacular swoop, he deftly caught the Snitch in one hand. He heard clapping, and looked up to see Dumbledore standing on the field in a purple robe. He bent his head slightly to acknowledge the Headmaster. What was he doing at a Slytherin Quidditch practice? Everyone knew he favored Gyrffindor. Turning his broom sharply on the headmaster, he shouted orders at the three chasers. They did a few formations and when Draco finally looked back, Dumbledore was gone.
Tossing his broom into the storage shed with a flick of the wrist, he hurried to the locker rooms. He reached his locker and shed his sweaty practice shirt in one swift motion. Suddenly he felt Pansy's ice cold hands on his shoulders.
"Hello, darling," she cooed, rubbing her body against his like a cat eager for petting. "Wait until I get out of the shower, Pansy," he said, more gently than usual. The feel of her body...
"I want to come," she pouted cutely. Draco ignored her, and snapped the bathroom door shut.
He crumpled his remaining clothing- shorts and boxers- and tossed them onto the floor. The shower's cool water pounded his back, and he relaxed, letting the water massage him. He began to hum, and then sing- a song he had heard on his Muggle radio, fifteenth birthday present.
"..It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes.."
"Sounds good Draco," a voice said suggestively, and Draco opened his eyes to see Pansy climb into sultrily into the tub.
Draco scowled.
"Pansy, get out!"
"Why?" She pressed against him sexily. "You know you've seen it all before."
Instead of leaving, she leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned against her lips. Giving up, he slammed her against her roughly against the shower wall and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
"Now get out," he hissed in her ear, evilly.
Her frightened blue eyes held his for a moment before she grabbed a towel and ran out of the room. For one short moment, his conscience pricked him. Then he remembered he was a Malfoy and his heart returned to it's natural form- ice.
Ok! How'd you like it? I'd know if you would kindly review or have a constructive flame. Thanks so much in advance!
Disclaimer: This is in no way affiliated with Warner Bros., J.K. Rowling, or associates. If you think this is J.K. Rowling's work either it's really awesome and you should be paying me or you've been living under a rock for the past few years. This isn't even my story!! It's my friend's that I helped write in math class. Damn I can't even write good stories! Agh!
So just review if you don't think this is a pointless story with no plot whatsoever- the plot will reveal itself in the next chapter.
Draco Malfoy wiped his sweat soaked face on a green towel. The early September sun was so intense this time of the year, and the Slytherin Quidditch practices were no walk in the park. Pushing his white- blonde hair out of his eyes, he took off into the thick, humid air.
Circling high above the Quidditch field, Draco squinted his eyes against the blazing, mid-Thursday sun. Yes, he had thought so. The pink dot with the chocolate brown hair was none other than Pansy Parkinson. He turned his broom his broom quickly around. She was such a nuisance at Quidditch practices, always begging to massage his shoulders or something equally as stupid. If he didn't know better, he'd think she came just to see him without a shirt.
"Draaacooo," she called up to him. Cursing their parents, he called time out and drifted lazily down, letting a cool breeze blow his sweaty hair off his neck. He landed gently next to her, scattering the years first fallen leaves.
"What is it Pansy?" he asked impatiently.
"I brought you something," she said, with dark blues eyes looking up at his now 6`1" frame.
"What?" he questioned shortly, leaning against his Nimbus 2001.
"Me!" she answered seductively, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.
"Not now Pansy!" Draco replied angrily, pushing her away.
Undaunted she licked her lips slowly to show him she had enjoyed his kiss.
See you after practice, sweetheart," she said airily, sashaying away on her sexy, black, platform sandals.
Draco groaned inwardly and soared back into the air.
"When does practice end, SWEETHART?" Blaise Zabini drawled, leaning on his beat up Cleansweep Seven.
"Shut up, Zabini." Draco snapped. "Your girlfriend isn't half as hot as Pansy."
That shut up Blaise, who was currently dating Millicent Bulstrode.
Searching for the Snitch, Draco's mind wandered back to Pansy. Draco's thoughts settled on the first time they had had sex. It had been during the third task in that damned Tri-Wizard Tournament. It wasn't like he'd wanted to see Potter play the hero. They had both been fourteen.
Spotting something golden, Draco snapped back into action. Making a spectacular swoop, he deftly caught the Snitch in one hand. He heard clapping, and looked up to see Dumbledore standing on the field in a purple robe. He bent his head slightly to acknowledge the Headmaster. What was he doing at a Slytherin Quidditch practice? Everyone knew he favored Gyrffindor. Turning his broom sharply on the headmaster, he shouted orders at the three chasers. They did a few formations and when Draco finally looked back, Dumbledore was gone.
Tossing his broom into the storage shed with a flick of the wrist, he hurried to the locker rooms. He reached his locker and shed his sweaty practice shirt in one swift motion. Suddenly he felt Pansy's ice cold hands on his shoulders.
"Hello, darling," she cooed, rubbing her body against his like a cat eager for petting. "Wait until I get out of the shower, Pansy," he said, more gently than usual. The feel of her body...
"I want to come," she pouted cutely. Draco ignored her, and snapped the bathroom door shut.
He crumpled his remaining clothing- shorts and boxers- and tossed them onto the floor. The shower's cool water pounded his back, and he relaxed, letting the water massage him. He began to hum, and then sing- a song he had heard on his Muggle radio, fifteenth birthday present.
"..It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes.."
"Sounds good Draco," a voice said suggestively, and Draco opened his eyes to see Pansy climb into sultrily into the tub.
Draco scowled.
"Pansy, get out!"
"Why?" She pressed against him sexily. "You know you've seen it all before."
Instead of leaving, she leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned against her lips. Giving up, he slammed her against her roughly against the shower wall and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
"Now get out," he hissed in her ear, evilly.
Her frightened blue eyes held his for a moment before she grabbed a towel and ran out of the room. For one short moment, his conscience pricked him. Then he remembered he was a Malfoy and his heart returned to it's natural form- ice.
Ok! How'd you like it? I'd know if you would kindly review or have a constructive flame. Thanks so much in advance!
Disclaimer: This is in no way affiliated with Warner Bros., J.K. Rowling, or associates. If you think this is J.K. Rowling's work either it's really awesome and you should be paying me or you've been living under a rock for the past few years. This isn't even my story!! It's my friend's that I helped write in math class. Damn I can't even write good stories! Agh!
So just review if you don't think this is a pointless story with no plot whatsoever- the plot will reveal itself in the next chapter.