A smile of contentment settled on Pansy's lips as she dropped her bra and panties to the floor. 'Found you.'

Draco Malfoy lazily angled his head over the bath edge into the changing area of the Prefect's Bathroom. Steam rose in fat, satisfying curls above the water, and droplets of water beaded on his toned shoulders, arms, chest and face. His wet hair looked darker under the influence of the water in it.

Slytherin had played a gruesome Quidditch match against Ravenclaw this afternoon, conducted in wretched visibility in the pouring rain. He was so fucking cold and wet that he barely cared that Slytherin won.

He rewarded himself with a long, leisurely bath in the Prefect's Bathroom, feeling the tension in his body slowly unravel. Closing his eyes, he gripped his cock under the water and thought, for at least the thousandth time, about her.

Her lips. Her large, expressive eyes. Her beautiful body. Her wild, untameable hair, spread across his pillow.

Merlin, Granger. What will it take to bed you?

With a grunt, he wrenched himself away from his impossible dream and applied himself instead to a more feasible target for tonight: divesting another willing Sixth Year student of her virginity.

His cock was getting very clean from the attention he was paying it when Pansy made her presence known.

On paper, she was a clear ten out of ten. In reality, she was cold, calculating and utterly devious. Much like himself, Draco realised.

What would it be like to fuck himself?

'This is the Prefect's Bathroom, Pans,' he drawled.

Pansy cupped her beasts and examined them, as if she were testing them for weight. 'Good. I'm in the right place.' She prowled over to the bath and hopped in.

'Come on in, Pansy,' Draco muttered with his eyes closed.

She shrieked. 'Slytherin's balls, it's hot!' she complained.

He opened an eye. 'If you can't stand the heat…' he said meaningfully.

'I believe I'll cope.'

Draco let go of his now flaccid cock and sighed. 'Have you become a Prefect?' he asked. 'If so, may I offer my congratulations.'

Pansy snorted. 'Godric, no. This place is wasting enough of my time as it is. No, a little bird told me the password, and surprisingly, he wasn't bullshitting me, for once.'

'Aren't passwords a rather funny sort of thing to shout out when a bloke's coming?' Draco wondered. 'Or did you use Veritaserum on poor old Zabini?'

Pansy rolled her eyes. 'As fascinating as this conversation is, I have a proposal to put to you. It's right up your street.'

Goosebumps rippled over Draco's exposed skin. He slid under the water and resurfaced a little further away from Pansy then before. 'I'm listening.'

Pansy raised her torso out of the water to cool down a bit. But also so Draco could have the opportunity to inspect her wet, perfect breasts with nipples that pebbled in the cool air. She could be considerate when she chose.

'Do you know Ginny Weasley, Sixth Year Gryffindor?'

Draco thought for a moment. 'She's on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.'

'The ginger tomboy, yes. With a tribe of oafish Weasley males to make sure her virtue doesn't end up trampled into the mud like so many of the other slags in this castle.'

'That's a harsh way to talk about yourself, Pansy,' Draco smirked.

She ignored him. 'I want you to seduce her, Malfoy.'

Draco waited for the punch line, but it didn't come. 'Why the hell would I want to do that?'

Pansy tutted. 'For the challenge, dear boy! Think about it. Sporty, naïve, six irate older brothers plus a father to hoodwink if you successfully teach her what's it like to fly – without a broom between her legs, that is.'

Draco did think about it. It was true that she'd prove a particular challenge to overcome. He got easily bored, and liked to plot schemes that stimulated him intellectually, as well as physically. But the Weaselette was also best friends with Granger. And that's where he'll hop off this particular train wreck.

'Sorry, love,' he said, putting some regret into his tone. 'I'm developing a plan of my own that clashes with yours.'

Un-fucking-believable! The great Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Male Slut of the Year three years running, was turning down a shag! 'What plan?' she snapped. 'Going to start fucking all the boys, too?'

'Really, Parkinson. Such churlishness does not become you. As it so happens, I have my eye on another virgin. Granger.'

'Granger?' Pansy laughed so much she slipped off the edge of the bath and toppled in. She came up for air, spluttering. 'You'll never fuck her.'

'Give it time,' Draco muttered, loath to relinquish his dream.

'The Gryffindor Princess? Born with her nose in a book and a broom up her arse? Shit, I'd sell tickets to her deflowering.'

Draco's face hardened. 'Laugh all you want. You think the She-Weasel's a challenge? She'd be a walk in the park compared to Granger! Granger's canny. And doesn't trust Slytherins. She's always besting me in every fucking class we have together. I want her,' he spat. 'I want her in my bed, coming for me, opening her body, and her mind, and her heart, to me. I want it all.'

'And then what?'

'Huh?'

'And then what?' Pansy repeated. 'After you've fucked her? When your cock is streaked with her virginal blood?'

He wasn't offended by Pansy's deliberate crassness. 'You know me,' he murmured.

'I don't quite know everything about you,' Pansy smiled. She slid closer to him. 'How come two beautiful, intelligent, sexually active Slytherins such as us have never ended up in the same bed together?'

'Interesting question,' Draco mused.

'Well,' Pansy purred, walking her fingers up Draco's bicep, 'I wish you all the best in your endeavour. And - I tell you what. If you provide evidence that you've deflowered the Great Untouchable Hermione Granger, I'll give you a reward.'

'Oh, yeah?' Draco drawled.

She leaned in, and gently tugged Draco's earlobe with her teeth. 'I'll let you sleep with me.'

Huh.

He'd heard that Parkinson sucked cock like a pro. And that no-one had been able to make her come.

And could he really live up to the title of Male Slut of the Year if he hasn't shagged Pansy Parkinson? Her notch would be rather noticeably absent from his broomstick.

He held out his rather pruny hand to her. 'You have a deal.'

Pansy shook it. 'Good luck,' she purred. She climbed out of the bath and headed to the changing area, knowing that Draco was watching her pert bottom sway with each step.

She smirked to herself. Tits and ass.