Title: Unfinished Business
Summary: Draco/Pansy one shot... set during the summer before their 6th year. She's comforting him over his father being thrown into Azkaban. SMUT
Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful characters. We all know who does.
Notes: I wrote this story years ago for a few friends. Enjoy :)

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The wind howled and rain pounded outside Draco's window. He sat on the edge of his bed, eyes cold and void of any emotion. His thoughts only concentrated on one thing: To Kill Harry Potter. Four little words that gave him an eerie sense of calm. Four words that would make him feel better, even though it would secure a place next to his father in the infamous wizard jail. Draco could dream all he wanted, but he knew that Boy Wonder was under very heavy watch. Draco pounded his fist into his bed, and chewed on his lip until he drew blood.

Its metallic taste spread quickly along his tongue. He hated the taste, and had the urge to spit it out but didn't. Draco sighed, closed his eyes, and wished death on Potter and his friends. He wished a long, painful, death for them all.

A small hand landed softly on top of his. He turned his head slightly. "You don't want to wish death on them, love. You want something worse." Pansy was sprawled out on his bed, belly down. Her blue gray eyes shone brightly on her pale skin and her long brown hair framed her oval face. "Only the Kiss is worse than death. How can I get a Dementor to do that for me?"

Pansy sat up. "That's where you're wrong." Draco gave Pansy a quizzical look, and a small smile played on her face. Draco smirked. "What do you have working in that brilliant mind of yours?" Pansy shrugged. "Think about it, love." He leaned in closer to her. "I'm not good with guessing games." She rolled her eyes. "You have to make him suffer. Make him wish for death. Make him yearn for death."

Draco thought about it. It made perfect logical sense. Why kill in one swift motion, when you can kill him slowly through pain? Draco looked over at Pansy who propped herself up and was staring at him, her eyes wide. "Brilliant." he finally answered, a smirk appeared on his face. "You are bloody brilliant."

Pansy glared at him. "What did you think I was? Stupid?" He leaned in and started to kiss the side of her neck. "You're far from it, love." came his muffled reply. He climbed on top of her, and she pulled him close. He kissed up her neck, and slowly made his way to her lips. Draco slipped his tongue inside her mouth and was met by hers.

His hands slid up her shirt and caressed her soft skin. He stroked the small of her back, which made her gasp with pleasure. He slowly made his way back down to her neck, where she liked it. Pansy's fingers began playing at the hem of his shirt. He parted long enough for her to take it off, and she slid her hands down his chest. Draco caught one and kissed her wrist. They rolled over, and Pansy laid on top of Draco, and she leaned over to kiss his chest and then moved her way up, as her hands reached below. She unzipped his trousers slowly, teasing him. Draco felt a moan leave his mouth, as Pansy continued to stroke him. Pansy then stopped, a smile on her face.

She pulled away from him, and he sat up, unhappily. "Wait until we get our victory." Pansy replied to his un asked question as she slipped off his bed. "But...!" He looked down at his pants and back up at her. Pansy picked up her dark green robe and put it on. She looked in his mirror, and tidied herself up. "I'll see you tomorrow before we board the train." she said, nonchalantly, and Draco stared at her in disbelief, and she smiled cooly back at him.

Draco realized that his thoughts no longer lingered on Potter, but on Pansy, and her unfinished business.