You're The One That I Want

By: babykelyse

A/N: Update time! I want to try and get new chapters out at least every few days lol I'll be leaving soon, and I won't have time to update, so I'll try and get as much done as I can So on with the next chapter. Oh and this is set in their (Harry, Pansy, Draco, and so forth) 7th year.

Author Responses: SLytheringurl650- Thanks D Hopefully this was soon enough lol LaBelle Evans- Thank you :) Zevrillion- Harry/Pansy stories are one of my favorites :) CMaca- That's good! lol There's definitely more to come :D The Cheshire Katt- It's gonna be good...I promise :D

Disclaimer: Don't own the Harry Potter characters. The plot and any new characters are mine...we know this already

Two

All throughout the day, Pansy had been plotting the perfect revenge for Harry bloody Potter. She didn't know whether she wanted to hex him so that he'd get aroused at the worst of times or if she wanted to hex him so that he'd jump on the table during dinner and start singing a muggle song entitled 'I'm Coming Out'. She'd been so preoccupied with planning her revenge, that she'd missed the entire Transfiguration lesson, and had nearly blown up her potion in Snape's class. She was oblivious to the death stares she was receiving from her fellow Slytherins as she was so caught up in her plotting.

"Whatever, or whoever has got your mind occupied so much, really needs to get the hell out of there so we won't lose anymore points because of you," sneered Kendal Evans. She was a 6th year Slytherin, and Pansy had no reservations about telling her where to get off. It was common knowledge throughout the entire school that Kendal hated Pansy, and Pansy felt the same. Pansy was sure that it was because she was so close to Draco that Kendal hated her so much. The dumb girl had fancied Draco since being transferred to Hogwart's in their 5th year. It was too bad that not only did Draco not like Kendal, he fancied some other girl at that.

"How about you go and stick that wand up your arse, since that's all the action you'll ever get, Evans."

The entire Slytherin side burst into laughter as they watched Kendal's face go beet red in anger. Pansy merely smirked at her and turned back to her lesson. She had more important things to worry about. Like getting back at a certain scarhead.

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It was later when Pansy came up with the perfect idea. She had been sitting in her room staring out the window idly, when a sudden thought had come to her. Not only had Potter been unable to keep his eyes off of her body the entire night, he'd been practically undressed her on the spot. She could definitely use that to her advantage.

Why have all this sexual allure, if I don't use it?, she thought to herself.

Evilly, she smiled to herself. She'd toy with Potter, and right when he'd find himself falling for her, she cruelly break it off, crushing the little saint's heart. It was the perfect plan, and so Slytherin. Pansy was rather pleased with herself. Suddenly, she couldn't wait for her detention with him tonight. She pushed a hand through her silky hair, and went over to her closet. The one good thing about being a Parkinson was the benefits that came along with it. Back in fourth year, her parents had arranged that she be in her own room close to the Head Boy quarters. Her room was done in the traditional Slytherin colors. She had a mahogany framed bed with the finest emerald green sheets and an emerald green comforter. Black leather chairs surrounded a gorgeous mahogany table and she had a desk in the same mahogany finish.

In her closet, Pansy searched for the perfect outfit to begin her plan. She picked out a pair of tight black jeans that rode low on her hips, and a fire-red tube top with a silver trim. She decided to forego underclothes save for a very brief pair of lacy red panties. Red and black tennis shoes finished the outfit. Pansy glanced down at her watch and saw that she had a few minutes before dinner. Her detention didn't start until 9:30, so she had plenty of time to come back up and get dressed. Hurriedly, she put her clothes on one of the chairs, and then left out to go and meet Draco and walk to the Great Hall.

"Take all bloody day why don't you?"

Pansy smirked at the sarcastic, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. He'd been her best friend since first year, and they'd remained close throughout the years. They'd tried dating in 4th year, but both had mutually decided that they were better at being friends than at being lovers.

"Draco, darling, you know I'm worth all the time in the world."

"Oh, shove it, Pans," he laughed.

This was the Draco Malfoy that no one saw save for herself, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, and another girl named Tiliana Smith. To everyone else, he was the cold-hearted bastard that he made himself out to be.

"You know you love me. Let's go. I'm starving."

She linked arms with Draco and they both strode to the Great Hall. Dinner that night was especially good. They were served baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and some vegetable along with pumpkin juice. Pansy watched disgustedly, as Draco and Blaise shoveled in forkful and forkful of food into their mouths. Discreetly, she looked across the hall to see Potter and his friend King Weasely doing the same. She looked over to Millie and Tiliana to see the same disgusted expression.

"You know, if you slow down a bit, you might actually get it all down at once."

The boys ignored her and continued to shovel in their food, occasionally grunting to one another. A little later, after they'd all consumed what they could, they talked about their days, and their assignments and such. To the rest of the school however, they were thinking that the Slytherins were talking of their latest DeathEather mission or evil plan. As they were talking, Pansy looked at her watch to see that it was a little after 8. Quickly, she excused herself, making up a lie about finishing homework, and made her way back up to her room.

When she got there, she put a locking charm on her door, and begin to get ready. She first laid all of her clothes neatly on the bed, and then began to undress. She thanked the heavens that her parents had insisted she get her own private bathroom within her room. She set her shower at a desired temperature and stepped in. Twenty minutes later, she stepped in front of her mirror, with a white towel wrapped around her. She did a quick drying charm on her hair, and let it fall down around her face in soft waves. She did another charm to put on her makeup. In an instant, her eyes were adorned with a soft red eye shadow, her eyeliner was on perfectly, and her mascara was flawless. A little bit of cherry red lip-gloss finished the deal.

She walked out of her bathroom, and then began to get dressed. First, she put on her brief pair of underwear, and next her black pants. She pulled on the red tube top and adjusted it, and lastly she put on her tennis shoes. Pansy walked over to her mirror, and it whistled back at her. Pansy smirked to herself and looked over to the clock by her bed. It was now 9:15, and Pansy was ready for this detention. Potter would never know what hit him.

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Pansy arrived at the Great Hall at exactly 9:30. As usual, Potter, McGonagall, and Snape were already there. Pansy secretly smirked as she thought of what she was wearing underneath her robes. Boy was Potter in for the biggest surprise of his life. She listened as McGonagall and Snape said they would be dusting and polishing all of the trophies that had been attained over the years. The same instructions came as before. They were not to leave until one of them came back to inspect, and if they finished early, they were to stay until so. Both she and Potter handed over their wands, and watched as both professors disappeared out of the door.

Instead of goading Potter, like she'd done before, she merely went over and began to remove her cleaning supplies. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Right as he was straightening up from getting his own supplies, Pansy pulled off her robe. She smirked when she saw his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"See something you like, Potter?"

He gulped audibly and shook his head. Pansy sauntered over to him and he took a step back.

Perfect, she thought to herself.

She kept moving toward him, until he was backed into a corner. Idly, she traced her fingers over his muscled arms. He'd gone without a robe again tonight and was wearing baggy blue jeans, and a white sleeveless shirt. She licked her lips and leaned into him, making sure her breasts rubbed against his chest. Desire pooled into her lower belly, and Pansy nearly groaned before shaking it off. He was the one who was supposed to do the groaning, not she.

"W-what are you doing, Parkinson?"

Pansy laughed at the slight tremor in his voice. Instead of answering, she merely went on her tiptoes, and traced her tongue along his jaw. Not only did she here his arousal, but she felt it as well. This was going better than she thought. But she had all week, and she was only beginning with his torture.

"Just testing the waters, Potter. I suggest you tame that monster of yours."

He looked down to where she was looking, and his face became beet red. Pansy laughed aloud, and went back to where she'd put her cleaning supplies. This was definitely going to be fun.

A/N: Okay! So I have a plot...finally lol I really, really like this chapter :) I love seductive Pansy, but fear not. Harry won't be all jittery and loser-ish. I never make him out to be a wimp :) So you know the drill my loves. Read, review, and as always, enjoy. Ciao