Better Be Slytherin
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Boys and Their Toys
Well, I could murder Malfoy and blame it on Potter, Theodore thought dryly, thinking of ways to break his rival and Pansy up.
He sighed deeply to himself as he reminisced about his lost love. They had shared a drunken kiss one night in the common room, and a fumbling sort of date in Hogsmeade, but that had sadly come to be the end of it – that had been all. And then Malfoy had swept in and pulled the rug out from underneath him and reclaimed Pansy as his own – ergo Theodore was left with nothing again. He hated them both.
He was beginning to think perhaps he should never have asked her on a date. Somehow it had ruined everything. Them dating had only aggravated Malfoy and launched some sort of head-to-head between the two of them, showing both of their ugly sides. Ugh, Theodore thought, and to think that merely a year ago he and Malfoy were nearly even 'friends'. Pfft, how Malfoy had even almost looked up to him – for his intelligence as well as allegiance with the Dark Lord. Yet now it seemed as though Malfoy nearly had given up his vendetta against Potter – at least the majority of the time – and had now focused all his hatred towards Theodore instead – and all the while Pansy had been completely oblivious. How ignorant could you be, he thought irritatedly.
What had he been thinking? Why even begin speaking to her – they were too different. She was bold and shrieky while he was inverted and interested in Dark Magic and books. She read Witch Weekly, wore ugly, pink things, and hung around with the worst girl gang of bullies in the entire school; while he enjoyed his lonesome and enjoyed others. They were antipodes.
Theodore seriously wondered whether Malfoy would even want Pansy if he wasn't in the picture – if someone wasn't threatening to take his toy away, that he had forced himself to develop feelings for her for the simple fact that he wanted her all to himself, or if he really did want her.
Needless to say, Theodore kept away and spent less time with his classmates. Now that Pansy was – he supposed – 'together' with Malfoy again, Malfoy had naturally regained his position as leader, and he wasted no time marking his territory. Every time he saw Theodore, Malfoy put an arm around Pansy and sent him a challenging sneer, as if to say "Hah! She chose me!"
It made Theodore's blood boil. Malfoy was such an idiot.
Yet when he snuck past Malfoy's bed in the dark, he could barely make out Malfoy's arms around Pansy, and her face against his collarbone – her body cuddled up to his chest. Suddenly the dark dormitory air around him seemed to have choking qualities. His heart sped up momentarily and a sting of jealousy hit him, quite unsrurprisingly.
Unfortunately for him, despite not exactly being the prettiest girl in school, Pansy knew how to make people want her.
Draco merely sneered and insulted her when she saw him, then pulled her into a pat on the back - and even though she knew he wasn't serious when he teased her; it was his way of showing affection – she would rather have him pining at her on his knees and giving her all the attention and love she craved, including flowers and chocolates and hugs. But Pansy knew who she was with. She knew he had more important things on his mind at the moment. Like the Dark Lord, his family, school, Quidditch, Potter, himself… It sufficed for now (because he wasn't the most important thing in her life either) but would not be good enough in time. He was quite scarce, but wasn't ashamed to hold her hand when they walked to the Great Hall, and he listened to her when she went on about Granger's fashion sense, Snape's hair, her new lip gloss, and whatever else her mind was on – and perhaps he wasn't very interested but still, he listened and answered with a sarcastic comment in her gaps, making her laugh.
Surprising her, he offered to massage her back one evening in the common room when she was loudly complaining over sore muscles to her usual company. Draco sprung to his feet and bent over her, putting her down on the sofa on her stomach, making sure Theodore Nott saw.
"A bit to the left, mmh, a bit more..." she groaned. She heard Draco snigger above her but the feel of his hands rubbing all over her back had her not caring much.
"Yeah? You want me to go harder?"
She knew what he was playing at – she knew he was insinuating things to mess with Theodore's head. She didn't condone it or approve of it, but she knew there was nothing she could do. That was just the way Malfoy was. Crabbe and Goyle giggled stupidly.
"Yes, Pansy, you like that, don't you?" she heard loudly escape his grinning mouth, and he sent a clearly taunting look at Theodore, who ignored him and left.
"Stop it..." she muttered, hopefully authoritarian. Immediately Draco's hands on her gave an almost unnoticeable pause. His tone was different when he spoke next, and continued with the massage, although not as whole-heartedly.
"You stop it... The boy looks like a starved animal... not to mention that mental sort of look in his eyes… lucky you escaped him, Pans, before his crazy spilled over onto you..."
Crabbe and Goyle laughed loudly, whether out of pure glee or just old habit of laughing at Malfoy's attempted jokes, she wasn't sure. Pansy merely rolled her eyes, which she hoped would escape Malfoy. It didn't. Draco removed the warmth of his hands and snapped her out of her ecstasy. Her back felt cold and empty at once. Annoying. He sat back on the sofa next to her without so much as a look at her and kept on trash-talking Theodore to Crabbe and Goyle.
Pansy scowled at him but he pretended not to notice, while she sat back up and rearranged her Slytherin cloak. She had no clue which of them currently had the power of their relationship. It greatly frustrated her, and she needed to do something about it, to secure it... She drowsily gathered her school books in the bag and slung it over her shoulder.
"You coming to bed?" she muttered as she rose. A quick eye-contact enabled a power struggle between them. She would not have him say no in front of their mates. He, she guessed, hardly wanted to obey her. She wondered who would win...
He jerked his head casually, giving in, and broke eye-contact first. He smirked at Crabbe and Goyle as if to show he was the winner for being allowed into her bed. He trailed along when she began walking, and she knew the true winner. For Draco would please her in bed and then she would go to sleep without returning the favour, and Draco was fully aware of this yet couldn't resist following her.
She had, most definitely, won.
Later, in the dark, she could barely make out the contours of his face in the dark, behind the murky green bed curtains and a silencing spell so the other girls hadn't been able to hear them. He snored loudly, and she wrinkled her nose. He looked terrible when he slept. But then again, he always told her the same thing. Nevertheless, she allowed herself to drop everything, only now that he was asleep and had been put in his place after mocking Theodore, would she show him affection. Only when he was asleep and didn't realise what was going on would she snuggle close to him and stroke her hand over his chest. In his sleep he forcefully put his arms around her and snaked his legs around hers, trailing her fingers open with his own and clinging on tight. Only then, in his sleep, when his pride was, unwillingly, down, he would show his neediness. But then again, she was the same.
"We better not get an ugly child. Or a fat one," Pansy sing-songed over bacon and eggs the next morning at the Slytherin table in the lighter than usual Great Hall, while she waved her wand making milk pour into her tea.
"Why would we?" Draco wrinkled his nose, chewing toast with marmalade.
"Although, Gran's a bit round... Or a lot..."
"Obviously it's you with the bad genes," Draco sniggered. She hit him on the arm. They continued breakfast giggling and kissing, jokingly discussing where they would live when they got married and how many kids they were going to have.
"There's nobody better than you to produce heirs with," Draco smirked.
"I know!" Pansy laughed. "Little Pureblood princesses. We'll live in some big manor with the reward gold The Dark Lord will give you once you prove you're the best..."
Although she was joking, his stomach seemed to turn upside down at the comment, and he suddenly felt nauseous.
The dungeons were bathing in the dark greenish glow that meant the sun was setting on the lake above, when Draco returned from a few hours of work in the Come-and-go-Room and then a hasty shower in the Prefect's bathroom.
As soon as Pansy saw him nearing her, with his hair still wet and slightly darker than usual, the initial spark that had always been there between them ignited quickly and she beckoned for him lazily. "Hello..." she mumbled, smiling, and he couldn't help himself grinning back.
He smelled nice as he came closer, she giggled from the butterflies in her stomach and as he bent over she reached up to attack his face with kisses. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down to the sofa, just next to her, and her books tumbled to the floor. He snuggled closer to her and placed her on his lap, grinning widely (with Pansy, he couldn't help himself, although he regretted showing her how he felt – she always became so smug). She snuggled closer to him equally, and he placed quick kisses on her neck, and a teasing bite in the midst of them all. A jolt went through her body and she yearned to be even closer to him. She giggled "That tickles..." and looked around the common room. There were still plenty of other students around, studying or playing Gobstones or Wizard's chess. Her comment didn't stop him, but merely seemed to encourage him further, for she could feel him smile against her neck and he moved up to suck on her earlobe and kiss the back of her neck, his warm breath on her skin sent tingles all over her body.
"Where've you been?" she demanded lazily, acting as if his touch didn't bother her. He continued nuzzling her ear when he mumbled: "I thought we weren't discussing that..."
'That' she knew meant his unspoken task from the Dark Lord. She sighed, both out of exasperation and frustration, but also from the pleasure of his hand sneaking its way inside her cloak.
"You discussed it with that stupid ghost..." said Pansy teasingly. She hadn't meant for it to come out, but ever since she found out, humiliated in the girls bathroom, that Myrtle had been thinking there was something going on between her and Pansy's Draco, she hadn't been able to let it go. Draco stopped and looked up, his face close to hers... "Where'd you get that?" he spluttered, heating up at once.
"Just from around..." she said avoidingly, glancing at him and trailed his cheek with kisses.
"That's utter bollocks!" he defended himself – lying? – She didn't know. Pansy shrugged, but some part of her felt a bit more satisfied. Perhaps it had only been silly lies from that ugly ghost, then. But how would she convince her friends? After all, her pride was on the line.
The candles and fireplace being the only source of light in the room, it grew darker and darker as the sun set and evening lay upon them.
"Do you fancy popping off to the Prefect's bathroom?" Pansy mumbled, her imagination running wild.
"I've just come back from there, haven't I. Besides, whatever you want to do, you can do right here."
"Erm, no," she emphasised, as if he were dumb, motioning to all the students around. He gave a short laugh and put his hand on her lower back, distancing himself from her and putting his feet up on the low dark mahogany coffee table. He stroked her lower back absent-mindedly, and she wondered whether it was the Myrtle comment that had put thoughts in his head.
"Give us a cuddle," Pansy demanded, regretting she'd brought up Myrtle. He obeyed, turned to her and flashed her his best smirk before he snaked his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. She put her arms around his neck and basked in the feeling of being loved. When he surfaced he moved in to kiss her, warm and soft, parting her lips to slip his tongue inside, and he slid his hand up her thigh.
Their classmates barely noticed them as they studied or spoke to each other. He gave her another kiss and then whispered: "It's taking me all I've got not to touch your breasts at the moment..."
She giggled again, and rose from the sofa suddenly, holding out her hand for him to hold, and led him to her dormitory. Walking behind her, he carefully slid his hand to her bum and squeezed a little. She giggled once more and he smirked. They made their way down the staircase to the sixth year dormitories rooms quickly.
"Let's go in here," said Pansy and Draco smiled smugly back at her as she opened the dark wooden door to her dormitory. This new place excited him, they had only had sex a couple of times since they had been back together, and all had been in his bed. There was something sexy about being where she slept, with her scent on the sheets. The fact that they were going to her bed, the bed she'd probably fingered herself in imagining it was him between her legs, turned him on immensely. She dragged him along and he hurried after, and pushed her down on her bed and roughly drew the curtains shut. Pansy giggled where she lay on her back below him, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He threw his robes off first, and she worked her way out of her own, lifting her back from the bed. She unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest as he unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper of his trousers, in the midst of trying to kiss each other through the movements. He pulled down his trousers as she immediately reached for his boxers to stroke him through the fabric – he was hardening rapidly, to her smug pleasure. He gave an unwilling groan from her touch, and quickly reached underneath her shirt to touch her breasts – she hurried to unbutton her shirt to give him freer access. She shrugged out of her clothes and finally he felt her naked skin against his own, he hurried to get her bra off to get his hands on her naked breasts, her nipples hardening at once by his touch, and he teasingly rubbed his fingers over her nipples while they shared wet tongue kisses.
"Somebody's excited..." she said teasingly as his now hard erection pressed against her lower abdomen. He didn't reply, but began placing wet kisses on her neck like he'd done in the common room just a few minutes earlier, but wilder, wetter, more uninhibited, mixing kisses with nibbles and she giggled and moaned. Finally he moved down her neck, kissing her chest and gripping her breasts in each hand, until finally he reached her breasts with his mouth and he began kissing one of them, moving painfully slowly closer to her nipple where she wanted his mouth to be. Finally he moved his fingers away from her nipples and his touch sent a jolt through her body, and he replaced it with his mouth, his breath hot against her breast and he placed a wet kiss on her nipple, sucking on it with his lips and licking it with his tongue, flicking and nibbling, which turned her on the most, while he stroked her other breast with his hand. She felt incredibly wet already, her pussy throbbing to be filled. He rubbed his thumb over her right nipple and she sighed his name. It made him smirk contently.
Her hand reached downwards between their bodies until she found the hem of his boxers – the tip of his hard penis was sticking up just barely touchable over the boxers, and she lightly stroked it, hearing a pleasurable groan from Draco in her ear. She slipped her fingers inside his boxers and lightly touched him, and she began stroking him up and down a few times, which made him sigh erotically. It was an awkward angle for her hand which he noticed because he hastily dragged his boxers off, and at once she could improve the quality of her hand job.
He continued to lightly stroke her breasts, sucking on her nipples while his thumb played with the hem of her knickers. She wriggled and moaned, obviously aroused, against him, and he recognised the behaviour from when they had been together last time, as impatient. He slipped his hand down between her legs. He teasingly brushed her clit with his thumb and she moaned every time. Her grip on his penis unwillingly relaxed a little as she was too focused on enjoying the feeling of his entire hand moving down into her knickers, and finally he slipped a finger into her dripping wet pussy, while kissing her sloppily.
Finally she felt some of the hollowness being filled, yet it was not nearly enough. Extremely aroused, she pushed him back, afraid to come by his accidental touch of her clit each time he pushed his finger in and out. She switched positions so that she sat up and pushed him back on the bed, so he lay on his back looking up at her. She gave a teasing smile and sent kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his penis. She licked her lips and began kissing the tip, letting her tongue swirl over it, while he let out a groan and threw his head back. His hands immediately moved to her hair and he trailed his fingers into it. He looked at her as she took him in her mouth slowly. Then she began moving her mouth up and down the shaft, sucking with her lips and playing with her tongue. Draco let out yet another groan. "Just like that Pans," he moaned and threw his head back.
He was looking down at her with lust and she knew he was getting closer, because he was breathing heavily, and she knew he was struggling not to come. As soon as she felt the moisture of pre-cum leak out of his tip she gave his penis a final kiss and pulled back. She didn't want him to come yet, he needed to satisfy her first. He looked at her groggily, realising she had stopped, and now roughly moved to push her back so she lay with her head by the foot of the bed, and he quickly threw her legs on his shoulders, making her giggle, and a jolt of excitement shot through her stomach. He fiercely gripped her knickers and moved them to one side, so her swollen pussy was right in his face. She lifted her hips towards his face, yearning for him to put his mouth between her legs, breathing heavily. But he was teasing her, and began placing little pecks on the insides of her thighs. His hands slid underneath her to grab her bum, and she kept moving her hips to make him lick her, but he kept pecking her thighs, however the kisses becoming wetter and wetter.
"Draco," she finally moaned impatiently and he smirked widely. He moved closer and now there were merely millimetres from his mouth to her clit, and teasingly he gave her a small, slow lick with the tip of his tongue. She groaned out loud. He knew he was torturing her. She placed her hand on the back of his white-blond head and pushed his face between her legs. He laughed and pinched her thighs and pulled back, to show he was in charge. She looked down at him frustrated, and he smirked again, keeping his eyes on hers as she felt his hand moving between her legs and he slid two fingers inside her roughly. She let out a surprised moan and he sniggered, pleased. He began pushing his fingers in and out, while keeping his eyes on her and she sighed with every push and closed her eyes. Finally, he moved his face down and began licking her quickly while keeping his fingers at a steady pace in and out of here. His tongue slid over her clit over and over and then he sucked on it. Her clit was throbbing; she was becoming ecstatic and never wanted to stop feeling his mouth on her clit.
"You taste good," he groaned out from between her legs, exciting her further. Her pussy was dripping with her own juices and his saliva, he kept licking her quickly, and she couldn't take it anymore, she knew she was about to come soon, he had to stop within seconds...
"Fuck me," she panted and pushed his head away, merely seconds from coming too soon. He didn't need to be told twice. He jumped up and she stayed lying on her back by the foot of her bed, he was on his knees and grabbed his dick, giving it a few hard jerks, before moving towards her and guiding her penis towards her pussy, feeling the head against her and roughly pushing himself in. She gasped; he closed his eyes and let out a deep groan. She was tight around him. He lay down on top of her and slowly began moving in and out. His rapid breathing in her ear pleased her, and she felt herself moaning louder and louder, happy nobody else was in the dormitory.
His pace quickened and she was sure, because of his heavy breathing and feverishly pounding that he was close to coming. And sure enough, ten minutes later she felt his back jerking several times as he came inside her, and his familiar groan escaped his lips. He sunk down onto her body, heavy and relaxed, and she could feel his breath warm against her neck.
"Thanks for that," he mumbled, and she felt him grinning against her skin.
He mumbled as he slid out, his dick chilly at once and moisture dripping out over the bed sheets as he removed himself.
After hastily wiping himself off he snuggled closer to her and gave her a peck on the lips before putting his arms around her and then they were snoring in less than ten minutes.
Glimpses of clear, blue sky began to pop out far over the castle over the next five weeks, yet these signs of summer coming along did not make Draco any less miserable. It was the end of April and he was running out of time to finish his mission. He and Pansy was together again – meaning they hugged more than usual, smirked at each other from afar, and snogged in abandoned broom cupboards – it had soothed his nervous mood and stressed life. He even went to lectures one Wednesday.
Right after lunch, he was sitting in a shadowy corner of the sunny courtyard with Crabbe and Goyle, discussing the upcoming Apparition test. It was a peaceful half hour. Once the bell rung in the castle above, Crabbe and Goyle made their way to the Entrance Hall to meet the rest of the Slytherins who were to take their test; while Draco went down to the dark and musky dungeons. The thought of Pansy and Nott alone at that stupid Apparition-thing gnawed at him. Although they would naturally not be alone; Crabbe and Goyle would be there to keep an eye on Nott, and perhaps even Zabini would unwillingly and unknowingly keep Nott's thought away from Draco's girlfriend, by his mere presence…
There were only three students in Potions class that afternoon. Draco himself, Potter and some Hufflepuff.
"All too young to Apparate properly yet?" Slughorn said kindly. "Not turned seventeen yet?"
Draco shook his head, irritated to even have to answer. Obviously they weren't seventeen, stupid old man…
"Well then," said Slughorn cheerfully, "since were so few we'll do something fun. I want you three to brew me something amusing!"
"Sounds good, sir," said the smarmy Hufflepuff and rubbed his palms together. Draco groaned inside.
"What do you mean 'amusing'?" he got out, irritated.
"Surprise me," said Slughorn nonchalantly.
Draco opened his copy of Advanced Potion-Making angrily – he found this lesson to be wasted time, time he could've spent working on the cabinet.
An hour and a half later Draco was packing up his stuff, Slughorn had barely glanced at the hiccup solution potion he had been working on the entire lesson, before gushing over Potter's potion. As soon as the bell rung he hurried out of the classroom. What a waste of bloody time…
He hadn't the strenght today to think of his mission so he decided to to the other thing that weighed him down severely. He spent the rest of the afternoon studying in the common room trying to catch up on what he'd been missing, however distracted, as he kept looking into the dancing flames of the fireplace, thinking of Pansy and Nott together somewhere he couldn't go. It really frustrated him. Later in the evening they finally arrived, babbingly climbing through the entrance and bothering Draco where he thus far had been enjoying the silence.
Neither Crabbe nor Goyle had passed the test so they would have to wait and do it next year again with Draco. But Zabini, Nott (of course) and even Pansy had passed. Pansy made sure to hurry up to Draco to tell him all about her day, planting herself on his lap. He didn't mind that she did that in front of Nott who sent them cold looks, but he really had to finish his school work and go to bed.
In a bittersweet motion, Draco began realising that a girlfriend, or a relationship took time – time he didn't have. The stress began to eat at him again, and meanwhile Pansy's patience was beginning to slip again, he could feel it.
He quickly looked around in the dark classroom to make sure nobody was paying attention to him, and then he casually leaned over towards the Ravenclaw table where Padma Patils' notes were lying wildly uncovered, faced up. He just needed to have a quick look to help him on the way with his own essay.
He needed to get this school-day over with so he could pay attention to his task again. He hastily craned his neck and glanced over Patil's notes on the Statue of Secrecy... All he needed to know was what year it had been signed and then he could get on with his mediocre essay and hand it in as quickly as possible...
"Hrm, hrm..." he suddenly heard someone clear their throat. He quickly looked up, startled, to a head above him staring down at him. He hastily pulled back from a frowning Patil to seem nonchalant and looked away.
"Did you just have a look at my work, Malfoy?"
"Certainly not," he snorted disdainfully in reply.
"Then why were you just bent over my desk, like a little snake?" Patil raised her voice, her nostrils flaring. Draco had barely the time to sigh and roll his eyes before Patil surprised him by raising her hand and exclaiming: "Professor!"
Professor Binns airily looked up, "Hmm?"
"Sir, I was just wondering what your policy on cheating is because Mr Malfoy here just copied my work."
Suddenly the entire classrom fell silent and everyone turned to look at him. Draco felt his face go warm.
"I was not," Draco began angrily as professor Binns surprisedly opened his mouth to speak. "Silly little girl," he muttered under his breath.
"Well, then you've earned yourself a detention, Mr Mallory…." Professor Binns began, clearly uncaring. Draco's jaw clenched and rage bubbled up inside him. He didn't have the sodding time!
"Professor," he began tiredly, "if you will just have a look at my essay you will find that I have not copied anything from miss Patil, although she really shouldn't be leaving parchments lying round…"
"Sir, he was bent over my work! Oh, right, what else were you doing?" Patil then turned to Draco. "That's just like you, isn't it, to defend yourself and blame everyone else, just like you do with Parkinson and your Prefect duties! Haven't seen you at the meetings for a while, have we? No, you just send Parkinson along to deal with your crap work…"
Draco gaped, surprised, and spluttered: "That's really beside the point, isn't it… Why don't you try minding your own business instead of putting your nose in mine," he hissed viciously.
"The Slytherin attitude here is uncanny, sir!" Padma went on, completely ignoring him, adressing the professor instead. "Slithering into positions of power but completely ignoring the responsibility that comes with it!" she turned to Draco and sent a piercing angry look at him.
Draco sighed inwardly.
He was sick of girls.
