A/N- some slight sexual content, nothing explicit(I'm saving that for later!) and Id like to say thanks for all the reviews, follows and favourites! And one last thing, I had REALLY bad writer block whilst writing this chapter, but I was determined to finnish it the same night I begun writing it, so I really hope you enjoy this one :)
Draco watched her saunter out of the library, hips swinging as she went. 'Oh the things Id do to that round arse of hers' he thought to himself. For the second time that day, he felt his penis harden.
The rest day went fairly well, no arguments with the golden threesome and an approving smile from Snape at the early completion of Dracos essay.
After lunch he went back to the Slytherin common room and slouched on the sofa. Just as he felt himself begging to drift off he felt someone jump onto his lap. Rubbing his eyes into focus he noticed it was Pansy. Did this girl not get the message they were over?
"Hi Drakey"
"Forgive me, but I'm quite positive i ended our relationship"
"Ive decides to forgive you Drakey" she said as she began kissing him. He was about to push her away when he reminded himself of all his pent up sexual frustration. Pansy was easy and willing so why not?
He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Once there he pushed her down onto his bed and began kissing her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was more aggressive and wild. Her mouth seemed to hang open too much and her tongue seemed lazy in its antics. He broke the kiss and moved down to sucking on her neck, not bothering to undress them as his desire for skin to skin contact was below minimal, he unzipped his trousers and rolled her skirt up to her waist.
"No underwear" she giggled as Draco rolled his eyes. Typical Pansy.
He quickly entered her, not desiring to 'make love' he pounded into her fast and hard As though it was rough animal sex. Pansys high pitched screams did nothing for him, they merely annoyed him and gave him the desire to get the act over with as quickly as possible.
With a final few thrusts he came into her.
He got off her and rolled away aiming to reduce the chance of cuddling.
He herd her mutter some cursive words as she fixed her skirt and got up to leave. She stopped and turned at the door "one day Draco you'll lose me, then you'll see" and with that she left. 'Could that day please be tomorrow?' He thought to himself. It only took him a few minuets to fall to sleep. It was only 7pm but he felt exhausted.
The next day he awoke in a queer mood. He awoke with Granger on his brain. Scolding himself for thinking of the mudblood in any way other than torturing her, he dressed and left for the greathall.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the greathall was Granger. She had tamed her bushy hair into a bun and was sucking on her fork. 'Wow' he thought to himself as he walked to the Slytherin table. She really was beautiful for a mudblood. The next thing he noticed was the clear tension between the weasel and Granger, he was staring at her, his eyes angry and his expression hurt. He wondered if she had told him about the kiss? He wondered if they had ended their relationship? Oh how he wondered.
Snap out of it Draco thought to himself. He was pureblood, he was the heir to the Malfoy fortune and he was thinkig about a mudblood? This would not do, his grandfather would be turning in his grave if he could see him now.
He watched the awkward display at the Gryfindor table for the rest of the breakfast period, and then set off to his first class - ancient runes. Unfortunately Granger was in that class also. Unfortunately, he didn't learn anything in that class, he didn't even manage to talk himself out of thinking of the mudblood in an attractive way, because he spent the whole time staring at the back of her head, her legs and any other part of her body he could see.
After class he noticed her walking the same way as him, alone, down this dark empty corridor...
Weak to his own thoughts he once again grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. Her wide doe like eyes widened with surprise, but as she noticed it was him they turned into slits and she seemed to growl.
"What do you want now?" She hissed, he couldn't answer, he was just staring at her, taking in her beauty, he was speechless. .
"I asked you a fucking question" she hissed again.
"Did you break up with the weasel" he blurted, shocked at his own forwardness.
"Not that its any of your business, but yes"
"Because of our kiss?"
She merely snorted in reply, but in the next few seconds his lips were on hers. He expected her to push him away, to not respond, but her hands moved up and clung round his neck and the kiss became passionate. Their mouths seemed to fit perfectly together. Her lips were soft and silk and her tongue was quick and nimble, he could hardly believe it, je was kissing her.
