[[disclaimer: original characters belong to J.K Rowling,I am just
responsible for putting them in a sexual scenario *winks* ]]
Pansy Parkinson had been in the library looking up a potion for the double potion class the next morning, when she had run into Marcus Flint. She smiled to herself thinking of him, tall, broad shoulders, the Slytherin Quidditch captian. He was evil to the core, but he sure had the looks.. and the good quidditch skills to turn him into a girls fantasy. She had allowed herself to take a walk with him to the kitchens, because he was hungry. When Marcus asked a girl to walk with him, there had been many rumors of what could happen and Pansy couldn't recall saying yes to him, she was so excited and jittery inside. Nothing did happen though. Marcus was hungry, as he said, and looking merely for someone to blame if they got caught out of their house after curfew. They never got caught, and Pansy dawdled in the kitchens slightly after he headed back to the common room, disappointed slightly that nothing happened. As the kitchen door had slammed behind him she let her mind wander to the real object of her affection. Draco Malfoy, and the Halloween Costume party the week before.
~*~*~
Dangerous, pompous, stubborn, determined, and deliciously good looking, Pansy would do anything for Draco. However, she constantly acted if his actions with Grabbe and Goyle were immature. Unless they were alone together. Then she allowed herself to be warm towards him despite his smug attitude. Doing small favors, helping him finish homework, or getting something he had left behind somewhere so he didn't have to walk all the way back. He knew she liked him. At the Halloween costume party they danced, and by the way she pressed herself close to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, he had figured there were more than just friendly feelings that she had inside for him. He didn't mind though. How could he mind he had thought to himself, she had been wearing a French Maid costume to the costume party.. while other girls dressed as princesses and famous muggles. He had to give her credit, the short black dress did her figure just fine.
~*~*~
After a few moments realizing how late it was, Pansy helped herself to some left over cookies from dessert that had been left on a tray on the vast kitchen counter. She put them in her pocket in her robes, and headed silently down the corridors and staircases to the Slytherin common room. She whispered "pureblood forever" to the Slytherin portrait, then walked swiftly through the open porthole into the common room. To her surprise even at this late of an hour there was one lamp on in the room, and she could see the outline of someone sitting on the couch. Walking silently past, not giving it much though she stepped onto the stairs heading up to the girls dorm room.
"Up late Parkinson?" a quizzical voice called from behind her, loud enough to stop her from proceeding up the stairs, but not loud enough to wake anyone up. Recognizing the voice instantly she stopped in her tracks, turning on one heal to face the couch where she had seen someone sitting. "What's it to you Malfoy? Looks like you are too." She answered back, retreating across the room, sitting on the couch across from the one he was on.
"I was trying to sleep, but I heard Flint come up the dorm stairs. I figured Id wait out here to see who the new girl of the night was..." his voice taunting, as he raised his eyebrow at her "I didn't realize he was your type" he smirked at her. "Or that you were his."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped." Just because I came back after him does not mean I was out with him. And even If I was.." she paused, and sighed knowing there was no point "which I was, we had just walked to the kitchen."
"Oh really?" Draco asked still smirking at her. "You expect my to believe that, I'm no mudblood idiot Parkinson."
"I never said you were" she said and defensively she pulled the cookies out of her robes. "Here. Is that proof enough?"
"What kind of cookies are those?" he asked.
"Does it even matter?!" she said exasperated.
She set the cookies on the coffee table between them, and he snatched one up greedily. "Hungry?" She said inquisitively
"Well, now that your waving food in my face I am."
She smiled at him laughing softly. He sat back on the couch, finishing the cookie than putting his arms up behind his head, and propped his feet on the coffee table, settling in getting comfortable.
"Staying up a while?" she asked.
"Well I might." He looked at her with his steel blue eyes. "Are you?"
" I could". She curled her legs up under hear on the couch. "That Charms Quiz today was a real bomb for me she said I failed miserably."
He looked at her, "Really? I found it to be simple."
Figures she thought to herself. He leaned forward grabbing another cookie. Before realizing it she spat out "And what do you mean Im not Flints type? I suppose I should feel I am not good enough for him?" She said staring pointedly at Draco.
He made a coughing noise as he swallowed the cookie. He looked at her curiously. "I didn't mean that you weren't good enough for him" he said softly, then suddenly his voice changed, more aggressive as he realized the softness in his voice. "You just don't seem to be the 'wandering around in the dark to make out with the quidditch captain' sort."
"And what sort would I be?" she mused curiously, smiling at Draco.
"Blast Parkinson your giving me a headache."
She laughed, as she pulled off her long robes, tossed her head back shaking her hair, then tucked the stray tendrils behind her ear. She tucked her school skirt around her knees and looked over at him.
"Aren't you hot with your long robes on still?" her voice bringing him back to reality.
He had been too busy watching her play with her hair, and her smile in the soft lamp light to realize what she said.
"What was that you said?" He asked.
"Hot. The robes." She said plainly looking at him, then down to the robes which still covered his day clothes.
He shook it off and tried to ignore the raising feeling the his pants. "uh No, I'm fine with the robes on.
"Its positively roasting in here I cant believe that" she said, zapping the fire out in the fire place with her wand.
He shrugged feeling rather hot but preferring not to take his outer robes off as they were hiding the bulge in his pants. Looking at the clock at it chimed 1 am Pansy looked at Draco as she stood up, "Its getting late and double potions in the morning will kill us both if we are up any later.."
"You want to go to bed now?" He said, trying to hide the disappointed look.
"Well. Yes now. Thats why I said it." She grinned
" Well goodnight then."
"Your not coming?" she asked.
" Id rather not im not tired."
"Don't be silly Draco you need a good nights sleep" She said teasingly, standing up, walking around the coffee table standing in front of him. "You don't want to nod off in Snape's class, or worse McGonagall's."
He laughed looking up at her, and couldn't help noticing how deep of a brown her eyes were. How soft her lips looked.
"Old Mcgonagall sure is a witch.... favoring Potter Weasley and their Mudblood know it all friend." He said scowling
Pansy laughed "I know."
Leaning forward she grabbed Draco by his hands, an attempt to pull him off the couch. He pulled back and she lost her footing, stumbling forwards landing on top of him on the couch. She blushed and breathed in the heavenly scent of his cologne, which smelled even more delightful being this close to him.
"Stop goofing arou-" she started to say, but was silenced as he aggressively pulled her closer to him by her shoulders, and pressed mouth against hers with a firey passion..
* more to come. Ooooh.. There's some smut to come in the middle of the night in the Slytherin common room....Read and Review. Will update shortly.*
Pansy Parkinson had been in the library looking up a potion for the double potion class the next morning, when she had run into Marcus Flint. She smiled to herself thinking of him, tall, broad shoulders, the Slytherin Quidditch captian. He was evil to the core, but he sure had the looks.. and the good quidditch skills to turn him into a girls fantasy. She had allowed herself to take a walk with him to the kitchens, because he was hungry. When Marcus asked a girl to walk with him, there had been many rumors of what could happen and Pansy couldn't recall saying yes to him, she was so excited and jittery inside. Nothing did happen though. Marcus was hungry, as he said, and looking merely for someone to blame if they got caught out of their house after curfew. They never got caught, and Pansy dawdled in the kitchens slightly after he headed back to the common room, disappointed slightly that nothing happened. As the kitchen door had slammed behind him she let her mind wander to the real object of her affection. Draco Malfoy, and the Halloween Costume party the week before.
~*~*~
Dangerous, pompous, stubborn, determined, and deliciously good looking, Pansy would do anything for Draco. However, she constantly acted if his actions with Grabbe and Goyle were immature. Unless they were alone together. Then she allowed herself to be warm towards him despite his smug attitude. Doing small favors, helping him finish homework, or getting something he had left behind somewhere so he didn't have to walk all the way back. He knew she liked him. At the Halloween costume party they danced, and by the way she pressed herself close to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, he had figured there were more than just friendly feelings that she had inside for him. He didn't mind though. How could he mind he had thought to himself, she had been wearing a French Maid costume to the costume party.. while other girls dressed as princesses and famous muggles. He had to give her credit, the short black dress did her figure just fine.
~*~*~
After a few moments realizing how late it was, Pansy helped herself to some left over cookies from dessert that had been left on a tray on the vast kitchen counter. She put them in her pocket in her robes, and headed silently down the corridors and staircases to the Slytherin common room. She whispered "pureblood forever" to the Slytherin portrait, then walked swiftly through the open porthole into the common room. To her surprise even at this late of an hour there was one lamp on in the room, and she could see the outline of someone sitting on the couch. Walking silently past, not giving it much though she stepped onto the stairs heading up to the girls dorm room.
"Up late Parkinson?" a quizzical voice called from behind her, loud enough to stop her from proceeding up the stairs, but not loud enough to wake anyone up. Recognizing the voice instantly she stopped in her tracks, turning on one heal to face the couch where she had seen someone sitting. "What's it to you Malfoy? Looks like you are too." She answered back, retreating across the room, sitting on the couch across from the one he was on.
"I was trying to sleep, but I heard Flint come up the dorm stairs. I figured Id wait out here to see who the new girl of the night was..." his voice taunting, as he raised his eyebrow at her "I didn't realize he was your type" he smirked at her. "Or that you were his."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped." Just because I came back after him does not mean I was out with him. And even If I was.." she paused, and sighed knowing there was no point "which I was, we had just walked to the kitchen."
"Oh really?" Draco asked still smirking at her. "You expect my to believe that, I'm no mudblood idiot Parkinson."
"I never said you were" she said and defensively she pulled the cookies out of her robes. "Here. Is that proof enough?"
"What kind of cookies are those?" he asked.
"Does it even matter?!" she said exasperated.
She set the cookies on the coffee table between them, and he snatched one up greedily. "Hungry?" She said inquisitively
"Well, now that your waving food in my face I am."
She smiled at him laughing softly. He sat back on the couch, finishing the cookie than putting his arms up behind his head, and propped his feet on the coffee table, settling in getting comfortable.
"Staying up a while?" she asked.
"Well I might." He looked at her with his steel blue eyes. "Are you?"
" I could". She curled her legs up under hear on the couch. "That Charms Quiz today was a real bomb for me she said I failed miserably."
He looked at her, "Really? I found it to be simple."
Figures she thought to herself. He leaned forward grabbing another cookie. Before realizing it she spat out "And what do you mean Im not Flints type? I suppose I should feel I am not good enough for him?" She said staring pointedly at Draco.
He made a coughing noise as he swallowed the cookie. He looked at her curiously. "I didn't mean that you weren't good enough for him" he said softly, then suddenly his voice changed, more aggressive as he realized the softness in his voice. "You just don't seem to be the 'wandering around in the dark to make out with the quidditch captain' sort."
"And what sort would I be?" she mused curiously, smiling at Draco.
"Blast Parkinson your giving me a headache."
She laughed, as she pulled off her long robes, tossed her head back shaking her hair, then tucked the stray tendrils behind her ear. She tucked her school skirt around her knees and looked over at him.
"Aren't you hot with your long robes on still?" her voice bringing him back to reality.
He had been too busy watching her play with her hair, and her smile in the soft lamp light to realize what she said.
"What was that you said?" He asked.
"Hot. The robes." She said plainly looking at him, then down to the robes which still covered his day clothes.
He shook it off and tried to ignore the raising feeling the his pants. "uh No, I'm fine with the robes on.
"Its positively roasting in here I cant believe that" she said, zapping the fire out in the fire place with her wand.
He shrugged feeling rather hot but preferring not to take his outer robes off as they were hiding the bulge in his pants. Looking at the clock at it chimed 1 am Pansy looked at Draco as she stood up, "Its getting late and double potions in the morning will kill us both if we are up any later.."
"You want to go to bed now?" He said, trying to hide the disappointed look.
"Well. Yes now. Thats why I said it." She grinned
" Well goodnight then."
"Your not coming?" she asked.
" Id rather not im not tired."
"Don't be silly Draco you need a good nights sleep" She said teasingly, standing up, walking around the coffee table standing in front of him. "You don't want to nod off in Snape's class, or worse McGonagall's."
He laughed looking up at her, and couldn't help noticing how deep of a brown her eyes were. How soft her lips looked.
"Old Mcgonagall sure is a witch.... favoring Potter Weasley and their Mudblood know it all friend." He said scowling
Pansy laughed "I know."
Leaning forward she grabbed Draco by his hands, an attempt to pull him off the couch. He pulled back and she lost her footing, stumbling forwards landing on top of him on the couch. She blushed and breathed in the heavenly scent of his cologne, which smelled even more delightful being this close to him.
"Stop goofing arou-" she started to say, but was silenced as he aggressively pulled her closer to him by her shoulders, and pressed mouth against hers with a firey passion..
* more to come. Ooooh.. There's some smut to come in the middle of the night in the Slytherin common room....Read and Review. Will update shortly.*