No lemon. Takes place in Slytherin common room. You know who everything belongs to.
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"Let's have sex." It was a command, not a question. It was enough to snag Draco's attention. From his closest female colleague out of nowhere.
"Excuse me?" he drawled, dumbstruck by the sudden question.
Pansy repeated," I said, 'let's have sex'."
Impatiently, Draco shook his fair head. He was all too aware of what she said; it excited him to pieces – Draco was a virgin. Still. At sixteen.
And it shattered his reputation.
"Sure," Draco allowed his gray eyes to survey their surroundings. They sat in the common room, alone, during the wee hours of the night. Yes, the possibility of someone walking in on them lingered, but still…
Draco couldn't turn down. The mere thought was spiked with thrill and pushed Draco over the edge. He suddenly couldn't hold it in.
"I mean, yes, let's have sex." He tried again with more enthusiasm, beginning to unbutton his pants.
Honestly, Draco never thought Pansy would hold his virginity; he always sort of expected someone else. But as long as she was pure blood and a Slytherin, what the hell.
Pansy erupted into sudden bouts of hysterical, uncontrollable laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco was now stripped of his pants.
"I… didn't really…mean that…for real." She gasped between violent giggles, which only heightened as she saw the puzzled and dumbstruck expression Draco wore.
"Then- what?"
"I was trying to get your attention," Pansy laughed," You've been staring at the floor for minutes now."
Suddenly, Draco realized the drool draped all over his robes and smeared on his cheeks. He was humiliated; his ego was crushed. The Slytherin couldn't even bear to look Pansy in the face.
"Now that I have your attention, can I borrow you quill?"