Disclaimer: I, unfortunately do not own any of the following...J.K. Rowlings is a goddess that should be worshiped due to her creativity and writing abilities. The movies, Cruel Intentions and Dangerous Liasons, have been parodied into the following story...I do not own any of that either.
The Cruelest of Intentions
"I didn't know it was asshole day here at Hogwarts," Draco whispered to Pansy as he came up behind her.
As they both stood at watched Ginny Weasley walk away from them, Pansy replied, "just taking the poor girl under my wing...how was your uh, meeting?"
"Meeting, hah, that's a laugh...you do mean my latest conquest, don't you? If you can even call her that. I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid Slytherin debutantes. Nothing shocks them anymore...take Clarissa...I mean really, talk about easy."
"Well, you can relax," Pansy eased, "I have a mission for you."
"What? Do tell," Draco coaxed curiously.
"You remember your buddy Marcus Flint?" she asked.
"Of course, my dear old Quiddich Captain who coincidently dumped your ass over summer holiday after he graduated last year," Draco smirked.
"Yes, well, what you don't know is that I went to great lengths to please Marcus. Huge sacrifices were made on my part to keep him happy if you understand my meaning," Pansy retorted.
"Sorry!" Draco exaggerated.
"In any case, my feeling were hurt when I found out that Marcus had fallen for someone while he was coaching Quiddich at a camp in Scotland," she barked.
"You don't mean..." Draco started.
"None other than Ginny Weasley," Pansy finished.
"So that's what this is all about," Draco said finally realizing her point.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. When I get done with Ginny she'll be the premier tramp at Hogwarts and Marcus' little princess will be damaged goods," finished Pansy.
"Why go through Ginny, why not just attack Marcus," questioned Draco.
"Because if there's an attack on Marcus it could be traced back to me. We can't allow that to happen - everybody loves me - and I intend to keep it that way," replied Pansy obviously.
"I see your point, but why should I care?" nudged Draco.
"Because, by dear Draco, I need you to seduce our young Ginny. She's quite cute you know." As Pansy moves closer to Draco, she starts to unbutton her robe for only him to see. She caresses herself as she continues, "young supple breasts, a tight ass, uncharted pooty...come on Draco," she urges, "boldly go where no man has gone before."
"I can't," he said curtly.
"Why not!" she said loudly enough to draw a few eyes there way.
"Oh, come on Pansy, it's too easy. Go get one of your moron friends to do it. I have a reputation to uphold. Now this, this is a challenge," he states as he reaches into his bag for the latest copy of the Quibbler. He hands it to Pansy who glances over the headlines on the cover.
"I know how to alleviate warts and scaly skin - Snape, third year potions - thank you very much," she teased.
"Shut up and turn to page three," he mocked.
"Why I plan to wait, by Hermione Granger - Merlin is she for real?"
"Oh, she's McGonagall's little angel, she is Head Girl after all, a paragon of chastity and virtue...Let's see..." he grabs the paper from her and starts to walk down the corridor toward the dungeons. Pansy follows his lead, curiosity obviously getting the better of her.
Draco reads aloud, "Boring, boring, boring...I love all my classes...boring, boring, boring...the library is a witches dream...boring, boring, boring..there's just so much to accomplish before graduation, I'm making a mature decision to wait...oh and here, she has a boyfriend named Victor, they've been going out for a few years - Victor understands."
"Victor's a fag," Pansy replies, clearly repulsed by sanctity of the article. "Too bad for you she hates your guts!"
"Oh contraire, Head Boy remember, Snape and McGonagall sat us down not two days ago and told us specifically to get along or else. While I will admit we felt the best thing to do was stay out of each other's way and have done so since then quite adamantly, maybe it's time to really try to 'get along'. Can you imagine what this will do for my reputation? Screwing the Head Girl before graduation and the holier than thou Hermione Granger to boot! She'll be my greatest victory." Draco stopped and looked out the window with a huge grin as his chest heaved out with pride.
"You don't stand a chance," Pansy interrupted his moment, "even Hermione's out of YOUR league."
"Care to make a wager on that?" he said as he looked deep into her eyes.
"I'll think about it," was her only reply.
"Well then, duty calls. Have a few new developments to write in my journal - goals, aspirations, my most recent sexcapades."
"Oh, gee your journal," she mocked, "could you be more queer?"
"Could you be more desperate to read it?" he quipped.
"Draco, dear, could you wait one second?" Pansy motioned him back to her and he turned to begrudgingly and stomped to her. "About that little wager of yours? - count me in."
"What are your terms," he asked, eyebrow raised clearly intrigued.
"If I win, then that snake cane of your fathers, the one with the hidden wand, is mine," she stated in all seriousness.
"And if I win," he waited.
"I'll give you something you've been obsessing about ever since we were both sorted into Slytherin."
"Be more specific," he said through clenched teeth.
She leaned into his ear and whispered, "In simple terms, I'll fuck your brains out!"
Draco cleared his throat, "what makes you think I'll go for that bet. That's a 600 year old family heir loom that has been passed down through the generations to all the first born Malfoy men."
"Because," she continued as she started to grope his chest, "I'm the only person you haven't been able to have and it kills you - the thought of it consumes you."
"No way!" He shouted and started to walk from her once more.
Before he turned the corridor to take the path to the Head Dorm he heard her say, "You can put it anywhere you want you know... promise," she coaxed trying to bait him one last time.
Draco stopped in his tracks with a huge grin on his face, he spun around and gave in, "you've got yourself a bet baby," and with flourish and grace he was gone.
"Happy hunting Draco," was her last reply to him, however, he didn't hear it.
Her huge grin could be seen by everyone passing, but they would never know why. Her plan had begun.