At one in the morning, Majesta left the common room to go to the
library. The moonlight shone through the windows, lighting her path along
the stone floor. Once she reached the library, she walked in, and in the
far corner she saw Draco holding and cuddling with none other than Mrs.
Norris. Majesta slowly and quietly strode to the table and sat next to
Draco.
"I knew it! You're not that big of a cockhead, and I'll bet you're a momma's boy."
Draco pushed the cat away like he had never touched it.
"I am NOT!" was his reply. Majesta still thought otherwise, his red ears giving it away.
"So what did you want me to meet you for?" she yawned. His eyes grew serious. His normally plastered with hair gel hair was now loose and dangling over his eyes. Majesta couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked in his boxers and wife beater, which were peeking out from underneath his cloak. Majesta shivered and wished she had remembered to wear hers.
"Well...I was wondering if you wanted to watch the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match with me," his voice sounded nervous and his eyes flicked from hers to his own drumming hands on the table.
"But you hate me!" Majesta said, wondering what was up. Draco didn't say anything, but his eyes told her that wasn't true, and he really did want to spend time with her.
"All right...I guess," she answered, excited, but not showing it. He smiled in relief.
"So..." she decided to see how far she could make Draco go. "Are you a rough wanker?"
"Huh?" he looked confused, as if he was still in the last conversation.
"Well, you're just so mean and shit...you just seemed like you'd jerk like mad crazy..." she continued. Obviously Draco wasn't aware of how Majesta tended to act, and didn't know how to respond.
"First time hearing a girl talk shit like that?" she asked. "Ah, it's different in America." She took a moment to breathe. "Well...I'm gonna to to bed now," she said, standing up.
"No, wait," he said a little loud, putting his hand on her arm.
"I'm cold and tired..."
"There's plenty of room in here," he grinned, opening his black cloak. His invitation was too much for her and she greatfully accepted, although still wondering what was going on...Draco wasn't a nice guy...so why was he acting this way? She sat down, back facing Draco, and scooted back into the warmth of his wide chest. His heart beat was audible when she hunkered down with his arms around her.
"Why do you hate Harry so much?" she asked after a few moments of breathing being the only sound.
"It's not really that I hate him," he said, with some hesitation. "I just grew up being taught to hate him. If I don't give off that vibe, my dad would disown me...and if he did, so would everyone else." Majesta noticed stress in his voice.
"Oh...I'm sorry...You could always come live with me in America during the summer," she offered, not sure if she was serious or not.
"I'll consider," he smiled. A muffled laugh came from the restricted section and startled Draco and Majesta. They silently got up to investigate, Draco leading the way with Majesta behind, holding onto his cloak. Peering through the mesh entry to the restricted section, they could see two bodies.
"Oh muh Gawd! That's Luna!" Majesta whispered to Draco. Draco put a finger to his lips, so Majesta looked again to figure out who Luna was with.
"Oh...Ron," Luna moaned. iFigures/i Majesta thought. Luna's body was arched on the ground, Ron's head at the meeting of her thighs. She looked away, not exactly wanting to watch her best friend being eaten out. She sighed, realizing Draco had been watching for the last minute they were standing there. She began to drift towards the door when she felt Draco's large, warm hands press firmly on her sides. She stopped and turned her head to where she could look up into Draco's eyes. Oh, those pale eyes, eyes full of mystery... His pointed face leaned in towards hers and she tilted up her chin, closing her eyes. She felt his bottom lip nestle between hers, hot and fleshy with blood flow. She exhaled through her nose as they pulled back.
A loud moan came from the end up the library, followed by Filch's footsteps from the corridor. Draco grabbed her hand and sprinted to a bookshelf that looked normal until he pulled an old blue book like a lever and a black hole enlarged from it, big enough for a grown man to slip into.
"Where does it lead to?" Majesta asked.
"The great foyer...c'mon, hurry!" he waved her towards it. Majesta took a deep breath and climbed in.
"SHIT!" she screamed as her big ghetto ass got stuck halfway down. Draco had jumped down too and was pressing on her back with his feet, until with a popping noise she came free. Wind whipped through there hair, and then there was light. They stood up and walked up a set of stairs, then walked along a wall until Draco stopped and slid open the secret panel to the Slytherin common room.
Once inside, Majesta found herself in a dim lit stony room which looked rather discombobulated. Draco let out a sigh of relief as he wiped his brow and sunk down into a squashy couch in front of the glowing embers that were still red with heat. Majesta joined him, sitting sideways on his lap so she could face him.
"Draco Malfoy, my little escape artist," she glowed, playing with his soft hair. He smiled and put his arms around her middle.
"Could you do me a favor?" Majesta asked, remembering Harry.
"Sure...anything."
"Please, be nicer to people...especially Harry." On reflex, Draco's face wrinkled in disgust, but after looking into her pleading eyes agreed to try.
"Thanks...I know it must be hard to change after all these years...but ya know, maybe I could be good for you. Hot damn boy, you're so sexy!" she cooed, running her finger along his strong jawline. When he thanked her, he stumbled over his words like he'd never been complimented before.
The excitement of the night was no longer to be denied. Majesta let herself lay on top of him, her hands on his head, his around her lower back. She couldn't help but pull back often to look at his eyes, which gave her some kind of addiction to him. His hands found their way up to her spaghetti strap shit, rubbing the mounds on her chest. She filled her lungs with his clean, cologne and jellybean scent. A loud foghorn noise took Majesta aback.
"What the fuck was that?!" she rasped.
"Ugh...Crabbe and Goyle...those fat fucks are always ripping ass during the night. Lucky for me, I'm down here."
They resumed action.
"So...what will you give me if I'm nice to Potter?" he asked slyly, "and why do you care so much?" Majesta's stomach flopped, remembering that she still had feelings for Harry and Seamus.
"First of all, he's a really nice guy, and if you didn't ask me to meet you tonight, I'd probably be with him and Luna and Ron." Draco's face twisted in rage.
"Don't be jealous...I like you better," she winked, hoping he would believe her. "If you're still nice to him after hearing that, tomorrow you can come to the Ravenclaw common room for a surprise..." He accepted eagerly.
"In the meantime, I better go...see ya." She brushed her hand down his stomach and kissed him, rolling off of the ouch to stand. She saw Snape walk in through the panel. He was wearing a pink satin robe. Majesta covered her mouth to stifle back giggles.
"LEONORA! What do you think you're doing in here?" he boomed. She could now feel Draco's presence behind her. With her hand, she searched his robes for his wand, grabbing by accident a few things that were not his wand. Once in her hand, she performed "singskanklily dancus".
At once Snape's arms flew up as he began doing the cancan. His legs came through the opening of his night robe, and Majesta saw his skimpy panties were the same shade of soft pink as his robe. He sang some Broadway song, kicking up his legs, ultimately resulting in his balls falling out of the panties.
Draco and Majesta shuddered and covered their eyes.
"Come with me," Majesta insisted. Draco, not wanting to be left alone with the singing git, accepted. Once in the safety of her blue furnished common room, they resumed to the couch, collapsing with laughter. They lay on the couch talking, until they fell asleep.
"I knew it! You're not that big of a cockhead, and I'll bet you're a momma's boy."
Draco pushed the cat away like he had never touched it.
"I am NOT!" was his reply. Majesta still thought otherwise, his red ears giving it away.
"So what did you want me to meet you for?" she yawned. His eyes grew serious. His normally plastered with hair gel hair was now loose and dangling over his eyes. Majesta couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked in his boxers and wife beater, which were peeking out from underneath his cloak. Majesta shivered and wished she had remembered to wear hers.
"Well...I was wondering if you wanted to watch the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match with me," his voice sounded nervous and his eyes flicked from hers to his own drumming hands on the table.
"But you hate me!" Majesta said, wondering what was up. Draco didn't say anything, but his eyes told her that wasn't true, and he really did want to spend time with her.
"All right...I guess," she answered, excited, but not showing it. He smiled in relief.
"So..." she decided to see how far she could make Draco go. "Are you a rough wanker?"
"Huh?" he looked confused, as if he was still in the last conversation.
"Well, you're just so mean and shit...you just seemed like you'd jerk like mad crazy..." she continued. Obviously Draco wasn't aware of how Majesta tended to act, and didn't know how to respond.
"First time hearing a girl talk shit like that?" she asked. "Ah, it's different in America." She took a moment to breathe. "Well...I'm gonna to to bed now," she said, standing up.
"No, wait," he said a little loud, putting his hand on her arm.
"I'm cold and tired..."
"There's plenty of room in here," he grinned, opening his black cloak. His invitation was too much for her and she greatfully accepted, although still wondering what was going on...Draco wasn't a nice guy...so why was he acting this way? She sat down, back facing Draco, and scooted back into the warmth of his wide chest. His heart beat was audible when she hunkered down with his arms around her.
"Why do you hate Harry so much?" she asked after a few moments of breathing being the only sound.
"It's not really that I hate him," he said, with some hesitation. "I just grew up being taught to hate him. If I don't give off that vibe, my dad would disown me...and if he did, so would everyone else." Majesta noticed stress in his voice.
"Oh...I'm sorry...You could always come live with me in America during the summer," she offered, not sure if she was serious or not.
"I'll consider," he smiled. A muffled laugh came from the restricted section and startled Draco and Majesta. They silently got up to investigate, Draco leading the way with Majesta behind, holding onto his cloak. Peering through the mesh entry to the restricted section, they could see two bodies.
"Oh muh Gawd! That's Luna!" Majesta whispered to Draco. Draco put a finger to his lips, so Majesta looked again to figure out who Luna was with.
"Oh...Ron," Luna moaned. iFigures/i Majesta thought. Luna's body was arched on the ground, Ron's head at the meeting of her thighs. She looked away, not exactly wanting to watch her best friend being eaten out. She sighed, realizing Draco had been watching for the last minute they were standing there. She began to drift towards the door when she felt Draco's large, warm hands press firmly on her sides. She stopped and turned her head to where she could look up into Draco's eyes. Oh, those pale eyes, eyes full of mystery... His pointed face leaned in towards hers and she tilted up her chin, closing her eyes. She felt his bottom lip nestle between hers, hot and fleshy with blood flow. She exhaled through her nose as they pulled back.
A loud moan came from the end up the library, followed by Filch's footsteps from the corridor. Draco grabbed her hand and sprinted to a bookshelf that looked normal until he pulled an old blue book like a lever and a black hole enlarged from it, big enough for a grown man to slip into.
"Where does it lead to?" Majesta asked.
"The great foyer...c'mon, hurry!" he waved her towards it. Majesta took a deep breath and climbed in.
"SHIT!" she screamed as her big ghetto ass got stuck halfway down. Draco had jumped down too and was pressing on her back with his feet, until with a popping noise she came free. Wind whipped through there hair, and then there was light. They stood up and walked up a set of stairs, then walked along a wall until Draco stopped and slid open the secret panel to the Slytherin common room.
Once inside, Majesta found herself in a dim lit stony room which looked rather discombobulated. Draco let out a sigh of relief as he wiped his brow and sunk down into a squashy couch in front of the glowing embers that were still red with heat. Majesta joined him, sitting sideways on his lap so she could face him.
"Draco Malfoy, my little escape artist," she glowed, playing with his soft hair. He smiled and put his arms around her middle.
"Could you do me a favor?" Majesta asked, remembering Harry.
"Sure...anything."
"Please, be nicer to people...especially Harry." On reflex, Draco's face wrinkled in disgust, but after looking into her pleading eyes agreed to try.
"Thanks...I know it must be hard to change after all these years...but ya know, maybe I could be good for you. Hot damn boy, you're so sexy!" she cooed, running her finger along his strong jawline. When he thanked her, he stumbled over his words like he'd never been complimented before.
The excitement of the night was no longer to be denied. Majesta let herself lay on top of him, her hands on his head, his around her lower back. She couldn't help but pull back often to look at his eyes, which gave her some kind of addiction to him. His hands found their way up to her spaghetti strap shit, rubbing the mounds on her chest. She filled her lungs with his clean, cologne and jellybean scent. A loud foghorn noise took Majesta aback.
"What the fuck was that?!" she rasped.
"Ugh...Crabbe and Goyle...those fat fucks are always ripping ass during the night. Lucky for me, I'm down here."
They resumed action.
"So...what will you give me if I'm nice to Potter?" he asked slyly, "and why do you care so much?" Majesta's stomach flopped, remembering that she still had feelings for Harry and Seamus.
"First of all, he's a really nice guy, and if you didn't ask me to meet you tonight, I'd probably be with him and Luna and Ron." Draco's face twisted in rage.
"Don't be jealous...I like you better," she winked, hoping he would believe her. "If you're still nice to him after hearing that, tomorrow you can come to the Ravenclaw common room for a surprise..." He accepted eagerly.
"In the meantime, I better go...see ya." She brushed her hand down his stomach and kissed him, rolling off of the ouch to stand. She saw Snape walk in through the panel. He was wearing a pink satin robe. Majesta covered her mouth to stifle back giggles.
"LEONORA! What do you think you're doing in here?" he boomed. She could now feel Draco's presence behind her. With her hand, she searched his robes for his wand, grabbing by accident a few things that were not his wand. Once in her hand, she performed "singskanklily dancus".
At once Snape's arms flew up as he began doing the cancan. His legs came through the opening of his night robe, and Majesta saw his skimpy panties were the same shade of soft pink as his robe. He sang some Broadway song, kicking up his legs, ultimately resulting in his balls falling out of the panties.
Draco and Majesta shuddered and covered their eyes.
"Come with me," Majesta insisted. Draco, not wanting to be left alone with the singing git, accepted. Once in the safety of her blue furnished common room, they resumed to the couch, collapsing with laughter. They lay on the couch talking, until they fell asleep.
