A story about Pansy and Harry...

She knew she should not be here, doing this despicable thing, but here she was doing it. In a dark classroom, just right before dinner, when all the students are gathered in the Great Hall, she was kissing and groping somebody.

And not just anybody, but Harry bloody Potter. And, he was groping back.

Pansy knew this was wrong, she was a Slytherin, and he was a Gryffindor.

"Why was this happening now?" she thought as her fingers caresses his hair, her lips pretty much connected with his.

She could feel his hands against the skin of her back, making their way up, traveling towards uncharted places not even Draco had touched.

Harry broke the kiss, Pansy moaning for more. He just smiled and asked her, "How did we end up here?"

Three days earlier...

Draco was stalking towards the Slytherin common room with a look of annoyance on his face. Crabbe and Goyle, his loyal cohorts in his mission of torturing other Houses' students, were walking just behind the Malfoy heir, swaggering in their brutish gait.

Draco had just came from bullying a number of lower classmen, mostly Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Those haughty Ravenclaws were a somewhat of a match for the Slytherin prince. His spirits were somewhat uplifted with the fact that he had just spent almost a day, even if the Ravenclaws were not so much of a sport in his taunts.

He was just walking in the corridor, chatting about himself with Crabbe and Goyle when he saw Harry.

Harry Potter, his arch-nemesis, was walking towards him.

"Potter!" he hissed under his breath, motioning Crabbe and Goyle to follow his stride as he walked faster towards Harry.

Draco turned his nose upward again, as if he just sniffed something bad.

Harry has not noticed the Slytherin trio, he was too busy reading some piece of parchment.

"This is perfect," Draco thought, wanting to taunt Harry for... something.

As his hand was about to grab the parchment, Harry suddenly swerved away from it. Draco had no time to stop his fall, so hespun around hoping to clutch at something, anything. He failed, landing on is behind.

Draco hears a snicker, as Harry rounded the corner. Draco caught the smirk that was on Harry's face, and he does not like it.

"Malfoy, are you alright?" ask Crabbe.

"Yes, yes, no thanks to you. Help me get up, you cockatiel-brained baboon."

Crabbe and Goyle helped Draco up, looking at him as if they were the once at fault. Draco brushed himself, fixed his hair, and glared where Harry disappeared a while ago.

"One of this days, Potter, I would be the one laughing," Draco thought.

Suddenly, he had an idea. Smiling despite of himself, he marched straight towards the Slytherin common room.

"This is bloody brilliant," Draco thought, aloud.

"What?" asked Crabbe.

Goyle grunted, the two trying to keep up with Draco's pace.

"Nothing," Draco answered, rather preoccupied with himself.

"Please, Pansy. Could you do this one little favour for me?"

Draco and Pansy were in the Slytherin common room, talking on the couch. Pansy was reading a book, hardly glancing at a pleading Draco.

"I don't like it," she answered without looking up.

Draco sighed, "It would just be for show. It would go down without a hitch."

"I still don't like it, Draco," Pansy anwered, snapping the book close and storming away.

Draco got up and held on her arm. Pansy turned, an irritating look on her face.

"Please, Pansy. Just seduce Potter, up until he begs for your attention, and then dump him. It's that simple."

"Pretty much like I did to you?"

Draco blushed crimson, his grip on her arm tightened, and then relaxed. He laughed, "Yes, a little like what happened to me."

"Ok. But, What would I get in return?"

"A very hefty prize, and the ultimate satisfaction of dumping the Boy-who-Lived," said Draco grinning from ear to ear.

Pansy just nodded.

it's done!! another chapter finished. sorry for being late, not receiving any reviews from you guys kind of ruin the mood for writing... anyways, hope you read and review this one... XD