Looking Through Pansy's Eyes
Draco let his fingers sift through her inky black hair. Her beauty was dark and alluring. She had a way of exciting him, yet sometimes even she wasn't enough. He found himself tired of the same things everyday. He wanted something different. Even meeting her here after lights out hadn't been as exciting as he'd hoped.
She pushed her body into his, backing him up against the wall. Her lips pressed hungrily into his. He returned her kisses as he usually did. Only this time was different, her kisses were more fevered and full of passion. Even her scent was different, less floral and more woodsy. Draco became heady from how needy and possessive her caresses had become.
She drank him in with the dark blue pools that weren't her own. He was as beautiful as a man could be. As his body clutched hard against hers, his kisses deepened while the guilt weighed heavy on her heart. She wasn't herself tonight. The raven tresses and deep dark eyes were not her own. They belonged to the woman he both loved and desired. Would he still want her if the truth were told.
How she'd allowed herself to get to this moment was far beyond her. It had all started with her crush on this lovely, powerful man. She had known he'd never want or desire her, yet here she was wrapped tightly in his embrace. There was a look of excitement in his eyes. He held her tightly to him as his lips fed on hers. "Pansy…" he whispered huskily into her ear.
She backed up, pulling herself from his muscular arms. Perhaps this wasn't how she wanted him after all. She'd thought that possessing him even for a moment would be enough, but it wasn't.
Hearing that name spill forth from his lips had shocked her. That name wasn't her own, only borrowed for a few stolen hours. Stolen by the magic of a well brewed Polyjuice potion. She'd pilfered it from the potions classroom while Professor Slughorn was otherwise preoccupied.
Draco was oblivious to her betrayal. He was in the arms of his fiancée, yet it wasn't her he was about to make love to. Ginny Weasley had been deceitful in her quest for Draco Malfoy. Here she was looking out at him from the lust filled eyes of Pansy Parkinson. The question now was would they regret it in the morning?