Cruel Intentions.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. That goes to JK. I also do not own the movie of Cruel Intentions, although my story may have somewhat derived from the plot.
Rated M for soon to be obvious reasons.
I. The Sweetest Thing.
"You in Draco?!?!"
Grey eyes, covered by blonde tresses drenched with sweat, rolled in an irritated manner.
"Bloody git." Draco Malfoy whispered rather annoyed.
He was not annoyed enough to not get back to what he was doing.
He looked at the sweaty cheeks and black hair beneath him and kept thrusting while she kissed his neck in desire.
"I know your there, ass. I can hear the fucking bed!"
The kisses stopped and Draco felt a push on his chest.
"Draco, we should stop--" a gentle voice said.
He kept pushing himself inside her.
"No, we shouldn't."
"Draco!"
She hesitated, her face scrunching up and blue eyes shut.
"Shouldn't you get that?"
Now he was really getting pissed off.
"Listen love, just let me bloody finish, okay?"
A minute later he strolled into the Slytherin common room, sweatpants on and nothing else. He didn't even wait for the broad to find her panties before he walked out.
He sat down in a chair across from one where a tan, black eyed boy sat.
"And what do I owe this honor, Blaise?" Malfoys voice dripped of sarcasm.
"I needed to discuss some things with you, but I see you were rather busy with some tramp. Who's the lucky girl of the night."
Draco stood up, went back to the door of which he had just come out of, flung the door open and then sat back down.
"Your a rather slow dresser, aren't you Cho?"
A black haired, blue eyed girl had a look of extreme humiliation as she searched the comforters of the bed for her top.
She finally found it and threw it on, flingging herself out into the common room and then to the door, not realizing the shirt was on backwards.
She looked back and glared at Draco.
"Toodaloo doll." He smirked.
She let out a disgusted sound as she whipped out and slammed the door behind her.
"Now, what the hell do you want Zabini?
"That Mudblood, she's the sweetest thing isn't she?"
Draco's eyes grew wide as he almost threw up in his mouth.
Blaise got up and paced in front of Draco.
"She has gotten rather stunning over the summer. She doesn't look the same at all does she?"
Draco looked disgusted. "I haven't noticed Blaise, you can have fun with that."
He pointed at Draco.
"Ah, but here's the thing, I can't, considering Demelza and I are together. She gets rather bitchy about other girls. No, I want to make a bet with you.
See, Potter and Weasel have gotten rather acquaited with their skills." He kneeled in front of Draco and pulled up his sleeve as a slimy green snake slithered its way around a black skull.
"They know what we are. What you are to become. And the Mudblood? She's finally acting like a girl and palling around with the mini Weasel now. She is clueless."
Malfoy was getting heated.
"What the fuck is your point!?!?!?"
Zambini rolled his eyes.
"My point is, they are getting powerful enough that we can consider them a real threat. We're stuck in a school full of people becoming just like them. It's bloody dangerous here, Malfoy, and we can't fucking leave. Now, the Granger girl, if she was on your side, then the rest would do nothing to harm you or it would hurt the little mudblood. Understand?"
"No."
Zambini was the one getting angry this time.
"Make the sweetest thing, fall for the worst of us all. You."