After Charms class, Draco and Natasha strolled the halls contentedly, viewing some of the portraits, talking about their days, and just being happy at last with being together.
"We should get to dinner," Natasha said as she threaded her arm through Malfoy's, laying her head innocently on his shoulder. The next day they left early and checked into the hotel before dawn. They slept for most of the morning, then went shopping in a few restaurants and to dinner before retreating back to the hotel.
The two laid there for a while in silence, savoring the heat of the other's body pressed up against their own. Natasha finally drifted asleep, feeling very warm and comfortable in Draco's muscular arms. He was getting a little too warm, and wanted dearly to remove his thick cotton sweatshirt, but didn't for fear of waking Natasha. He gazed at her face that was sitting so gently on his chest. She looked so peaceful, so desirable… He wanted to wake her, and do what he rented this hotel room for,(hint hint! wink wink! but he decided to wait; there was one more night. His eyelids were beginning to get heavy, so he closed them and tightened his grasp on Natasha's body. She moaned sleepily and nestled closer to him. His eyes opened as he stared at her again, taking in her radiant beauty. He smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Natasha awoke very early, and very content to be in the arms of her boyfriend. She laughed quietly as she remembered her dream from the previous night. It involved her, Draco, a tub of vanilla ice cream, and a bottle of whipped cream. It had amused her, but even more, she had wondered why it was never reality. She very carefully untangled herself from Malfoy's arms; his eyes were clenched shut and he was dozing serenely. She slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed out of the room. She walked down to the main desk and asked if there was room service.
"But o' course my dear," the short squat man replied with a grin. "What can I get for you?"
"This is going to sound rather silly, but a gallon of vanilla ice cream and a can or two of whipped cream. And, any sprinkles or things like that if you could," Natasha blushed slightly. She hoped he would not ask why she was ordering this, and to her great relief, he didn't.
"Okay, it will be up in a little while my dear," he said with a smile.
"Thanks!" she said and hurried upstairs. She went quickly into the shower, which was quite pointless because she would be getting dirty again, but she did it anyways, after checking to make sure Draco was asleep. After she was done, she put a charm on her hair that magically dried and styled it. She threw on a pair of jeans and a yellow spaghetti strapped shirt; it was quite warm in the hotel room. After applying her makeup, she rushed to the door to wait for the delivery. A tall, African American wizard with a charming wide smile was carrying a silver platter laden with everything Natasha had asked for and more; a gallon of vanilla ice cream, two cans of whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, Oreo bits, maraschino cherries, and even some gummy bears.
"Thanks!" Natasha said brightly, managing the weight of the platter.
"You're very welcome! And have fun!" he winked at her and walked away. Natasha laughed and took a deep breath. She opened the door quietly and walked into the bedroom, where Draco was still out cold. She set the platter gently down on the dresser and sat down next to him on the bed. She slid her hand under his sweatshirt and lovingly scratched his chest (softly, not like a cat!!) He opened his eyes and smiled.
"That's what I need to wake up to more often!" he said laughing softly and pulled her to him for a good morning kiss. Natasha kissed him, but didn't allow his tongue in her mouth. She pulled away, and tried not to laugh at the confused look on Draco's face.
"By the way, I got breakfast covered." Natasha said with a devilish grin. She walked over to the platter, took a scoop of ice cream and licked it with a relish
"Ice cream?" Draco was a little slow in its 'meaning'. Natasha smiled evilly again and turned her back to him. She pulled her shirt over her head, took a bottle of whipped cream, and decorated herself. She turned around, and just had to laugh at Draco's mouth hanging wide open.
"Did you not want your special treat?" she asked, pulling a pouty face. Draco could only sit, mesmerized, with his mouth hanging open while Natasha waited with a 'come-and-get-me' sort of look on her face. (A:// N KRISTY!! I USED YOUR COME AND GET ME THING!! LOL!!)
"Okay, while you ponder whether or not you want your breakfast, I'll be in the shower then getting dressed…" Natasha started toward the bathroom sarcastically. This did it. Malfoy jumped up like a 600 pound fat man sitting on a pile of tacks that are so sharp they could pop a tire. He ran over Natasha and took her in his arms. When he was just about to eat off the whipped cream, when he stopped and looked at her questioningly.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Natasha laughed.
"No…it's just…" he trailed off, releasing her. "You're such my little good girl. I wouldn't have expected this out of you. Not in a million years."
"Good girl?" Natasha said defensively. "Me? A little good girl? I think not." And with that she grabbed his head and shoved it to her breasts, smearing whipped cream all over his face. Malfoy glanced up at her, grinning, with whipped cream on his nose, cheeks, chin and lips. His grin soon turned into and evil smile and he began to lick the whipped cream off, first cautiously, and then with growing strength, hungering for more.
When he had finished this off, he removed his shirt, revealing his perfect six-pack. He grabbed the chocolate syrup and slathered it on his stomach. With a pleading smirk, he looked at Natasha. She nodded and began to lick off the chocolate, feeling his muscles tighten and loosen as she touched receptive spots. She pressed her tongue on his skin, feeling his steel hard abs on her taste buds. When she had finished all the syrup off, she picked up a spoon and put a large clump of ice cream in her mouth. Draco smirked, satisfied, and wrapped his arms around her, touched his lips with hers, and slid his tongue in her mouth. He felt a very cold sensation, and could taste the vanilla flavor as he wriggled his tongue around Natasha's. His 'special feelings' (A:// N Lauren!! THE SPECIAL FEELINGS!! HE GETS THEM TOO!! LOL!!) were getting stronger and stronger. He could hardly control himself. Draco threw Natasha playfully on the bed, seized a can of whipped cream, and began to draw on Natasha. He embellished her with a creamy bra, and then drew a line from the pathway in between her breasts down her stomach, making a little circle around her belly button. He continued on down, unbuttoning her pants and drawing a line across her panty-line. Natasha couldn't help herself; she started laughing really hard. Draco laughed too, then began to lick off her 'bra'. He went on down, causing Natasha to laugh even harder, as she was very ticklish. He laughed, then began to lick the whipped cream off from her panty line, but he let his tongue only barely touch the skin, causing Natasha to laugh even harder. She pulled him onto her and stuck her tongue in his mouth immediately. They made out for what had to be an hour, their passions building, becoming breathless and frantic. (OMG!! THIS IS MAKING ME LAUGH!! FRANTIC!! LOL!!) Draco wanted so badly to…well…you know…release his 'special feelings', but he was afraid that Natasha would deny him. So he decided to be subtle. He began to pull off her pants, never stopping kissing Natasha. She pulled away, but despite Draco's thinking, she was laughing in a very 'bad-girl' manner. He grinned and began to kiss her again, only to find that his own pants were being removed. She pulled them off so slightly, and pulled herself on top of him, not letting his tongue go. She then drew away from him again, and got up and walked to the dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.
"I slipped this in here before you woke up. I thought we might be needing it," she said and sat back on top of him, slipping off her thong. Draco got the hint and pulled off his briefs, took the package from Natasha, and put the condom on his overly large…yes you know…(LOL!! SORRY THIS IS REALLY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE!!) He looked into her eyes, almost asking. She nodded. Draco positioned himself on top of her, slipped himself inside her, and then repositioned for comfort. He moaned slightly; this satisfaction was so great, like being born again, like taking in a breath of life. He looked at Natasha as he tried to steady his pace. Her eye was twitching with pleasure, and she was moaning softly. Draco steadily pulled himself in and out of Natasha, grinning happily as he made love to the only girl he had ever wanted. He was in heaven. Natasha started to quicken the pace, yearning for more. Draco quickened also, to keep up with her. They were beginning to sweat, become breathless. She was moaning every now and then, the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She couldn't keep quiet! It was too great. Just then, Draco shifted and hit a sensitive spot.
"Oh God!!" Natasha screamed. "Draco!! Oh my God!!"
"That good huh?" he kept his pace up and tried not to move. Pretty soon, this was losing it's appeal, and Natasha got off…him…and disappeared under the covers. Draco soon felt Natasha cup his steel hard erection in her sweaty palms. Then she put him (okay, let's call this 'him' Frank…) Then she put Frank in her mouth, and began to suck on Frank, making Draco's breath come in short, incoherent breaths. It was contentment beyond ANY that Frank had ever felt. After a while Draco pulled Natasha up, pushed her into his position, and he too vanished under the covers. Natasha smiled with pure satisfaction. This was too great. She felt Draco pull aside her folds (let's call these folds, Gretchen and Helga) She felt him pull Gretchen and Helga aside softly with his fingers. He began to slide his tongue into her…okay let's call it…Madeline…He began to caress Madeline with his tongue, his lips, gently licking and kissing and sucking. Natasha was moaning in satisfaction and Draco decided to tease her a bit. He began to lick Madeline even faster, harder, and deeper until Natasha was whimpering and then, he pulled his tongue away, barely touching Madeline, Gretchen and Helga. Natasha reached her hand under the covers and slapped Draco on the head.
"KNOCK IT OFF!!" she yelled loudly in a voice that said, 'if you ever pull this crap with me ever again, Frank will never be touched by my lips or Madeline, Gretchen, or Helga EVER AGAIN. Draco stopped teasing and kept up his pace again. After Natasha had had enough, she pulled Draco back up and pushed him under her. She forced Frank past Helga and Gretchen and DEEP into Madeline. She let out a loud cry that might've been heard on Mars. They continued their own pace, each being delighted beyond their wildest dreams until they could hardly move they were so tired. They lay there, stark naked, in each other's arms, trying hard to catch their breath.
"Wow." Natasha said suddenly. Draco turned to look at her.
"Like it?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh my God yes," she said amazed. "We need to do this more often. I'm not joking."
"I have no objections," Draco wrapped his arms tighter around Natasha and kissed her cheek. They lay their all day, until night, and then showered. They shared their first shower together and kissed lovingly, letting the hot water drip off their bodies. Draco got aroused and couldn't stop himself from eating Madeline again, gently savoring her delicious juices. Then he less than begged Natasha to give Frank a visit before she was on her knees, making Draco whine in glee. Oh no, Natasha didn't mind visiting Frank, he was very large, and so rock hard. Oh God, so hard. And so large. (LMAO!! OMG I AM SO SORRY!! I AM A SICK PERSON!! LOL!!) After they were done, Natasha put the same charm on her hair to dry and style it, and put on a pair of tan cords and a dark green sweater. Her eye shadow was silvery, illuminating her eyes. Draco spiked his hair and dressed in a nice pair of khaki's and a blue button down shirt. Natasha was still waiting for Draco to finish as she threw on her black pea coat and navy blue scarf.
"Are you ready yet?" she yelled to him in the other room.
"Yeah. Coming," he made his way down the hall. They walked out of the hotel holding hands and being very lovey-dovey. They went to a romantic restaurant, ate a candlelight dinner and then walked around Hogsmeade for an hour or so. They went into a 'Muggle Supply' shop and had fun looking at all the souvenirs. To their surprise, there was a jumbo box of Trojan Her Pleasure condoms and they readily bought it and left the store, blushing like crazy. They found a night club called 'The Witching Hour' and looked in at all the teenage witches and wizards dancing. Most of the girls were wearing flashy outfits; tight pants, tube tops. Natasha looked at her outfit, a turtleneck sweater and form-fitting pants.
"Let's go in," she said to Draco, who was bobbing his head to the beat of the music. He looked at her, surprised.
"You, want to go in there?" he asked. Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Yes, your 'little good girl' wants to go in there. But hold on just one sec…" she went behind a trash bin, unrevealed to anyone. Her purse had a charm on it that could make it change into a suitcase with the 'Alohamora' spell. After doing this, she pulled out an outfit and slipped it on quickly, threw her 'good girl' out fit into the suitcase, changed her purse back, and walked out from behind the trash bin.
Draco turned around to see this really hot, familiar looking girl coming out from behind the trash bin. She was wearing tight black leather pants, and tight pink shirt that looked like a sports bra, with only longer sleeves. Then his jaw dropped.
"Natasha?"
"Yeah. Come on! Let's go in!" she dragged her boyfriend into the night club, his jaw still dropped.
"Well now. Let's see how my little good girl does in a night club." Draco said as he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her back and dancing to the music. A muggle song was on called 'I'm Real'.
The way you walk, the way you move…. The words got droned out as Natasha started to dance. The way she swung her hips, shook her booty, moved her arms mesmerized Draco. And every other guy in the club. Natasha looked around as she shook her groove thang. A whole crowd of guys was standing, staring at her. Their girlfriends were also staring at her, yet much less approvingly. They were looking at her in disgust. Natasha stopped abruptly, and walked toward Malfoy, embarrassed. She took his arm and led him out. He was still looking like he was in to trance; his eyes glazed over and staring blankly. She snapped in his face and he snapped back to reality.
"Natasha! You're a-a-a…veela!" he spat out. Natasha tapped her foot impatiently.
"Yeah I know. My mom is full veela; I'm only half. I didn't think that it would have that huge affect, me dancing. Sorry," she kissed him on the cheek.
"It's okay. Let's go home and you can dance for me, just for me…" he closed his arms around her and led her back to the hotel.
Back at the hotel Natasha switched on the radio and put a tape of her favorite muggle songs to dance to. The first one came on, 'Girl All the Bad Guys Want'.
Eight O'clock Monday night and I'm
Waiting. To finally talk to a girl a
Little cooler than me.
Her name is Nona she's a rocker with a nose ring
She wears a two-way but I'm not
Quite sure what that means.
Natasha grabbed Malfoy's hands and started to away her hips to the beat. She felt that overwhelming sense of peace overcome her as she danced her heart out. This happened every time she danced, which was never in front of anyone, but in the privacy of her own room with the door closed and locked. There had been a door opened now, a door of freedom and Natasha wanted to enjoy it, and so she danced. Half of her tape ran out before she took a break. She looked at Malfoy, who was on the floor unconscious, a wide grin on his face.
"What the-?" she said as she bent over him, examining every inch of his face to see what may have happened. "Crap. I killed him!" she was umm…just a tad bit overreacting. Just then Malfoy jumped up and scared the living shit out of Natasha.
"DRACO!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!" she smacked him laughing. He laughed too, and then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"Frank is getting awfully lonely," he said setting her down and climbing on himself. "Do you suppose you would like to visit him?" (Okay, so the real phrase he said would be, "I'm horny. Let's have sex again." But I like the Frank thing. It makes me laugh. On with the show.)
"Of course! Gretchen, Helga, and Madeline are getting quite lonesome themselves." (Okay, and the real phrase here would be, "Yeah I want your body and I'm horny too." But I TOLD YOU!! I LIKE THE NAMES!! OKAY!!)
Natasha grabbed the jumbo, grande, large, humongous box and pullet out a condom, slipped it over Frank, (Draco had VERY quickly removed his clothes) and removed her clothes, positioned herself, and set out for another MARVELOUS ride.
The next day Draco and Natasha got up early and ordered another round of ice cream. (Wink wink!!) After that they had to pack up so they could get back to Hogwarts. As Draco watched Natasha rinse her hair in the shower, he thought back to the beginning of this weekend. He could just kiss Shannon for suggesting this. Just kiss her! (LOL!!)
When they got back to the school, they saw Jenny and Seamus standing just outside the Great Hall talking to Ron and Parvati.
"Hey guys!" Natasha said warmly as she greeted them.
"Hey," came the un-together responses.
"So, how was your weekend?" Jenny was raising her eyebrows up and down in that 'I-know-what-you-did!' way.
"It was just grand," said Natasha flawlessly. "So how long have you two been going out?" she asked Seamus.
"About 3 months," he put his arms around Jenny. "What about you two?"
"Well…I suppose it would be…about 4 or 5 months I think…" Natasha hadn't really thought about it.
"5 months," Draco said stiffly. "Last Tuesday." Natasha blushed.
"Yeah what he said," she laughed it off. "Well we've got to get our stuff put away, see ya later."
As they were walking to Draco's room and then putting their stuff away, he seemed very distant.
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"Like you don't know."
"Uh, I don't. Ya mind filling me in?"
"You don't even know how long we've been together! You care that little! I'm always the one saying 'I love you', I arrange the romantic evenings, and I do all the work in this relationship. You just sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Excuse me? How little I care?" Natasha raged. "Bull shit! How can you say this after all that's happened this weekend?" she began fumbling in her bag, pulled out the box of condoms, and went on. "Let's just get rid of these. If you don't want to be doing any work anymore, these are useless."
"That's not what I'm saying." Draco grabbed the huge box from Natasha's hands. "I just wish that sometimes you would contribute to this relationship. That's all."
"WHAT?" Natasha screamed. "I CAN'T TAKE AWAY YOUR SEX BUT YOU CAN STILL FUCKING TELL ME THAT I DO NOTHING IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?? HELL NO!! IF YOU WANT TO BE THIS WAY THEN YOU WILL GET NOTHING!!" she stormed out of his room, beyond furious. She went to her room, shut the door behind her and locked the door, bursting into infuriated tears. Calm down. She told herself calmly. Just calm down. Let's take a nap and sort everything out later. It will be just fine. So Natasha sprawled out on her bed, pulling her covers that had not been used in weeks over her then drifting off into and uneasy sleep.
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Shannon and Harry were curled up together under a blanket by the fire. They had been laying there a while, talking about just about everything, when Harry happened to mention Natasha.
"I'll bet they're back by now. Let's go see them," Shannon smiled enthusiastically.
"Do we have to?" Harry groaned.
"Come on," Shannon laughed and pulled Harry to his feet.
They made their way to the Slytherin dorms and Emily let them in. Draco happened to be passing through the common room as they entered. He actually smiled when he saw them and ran over to say hello.
"I love you. I love you, I love you!" Draco cried as he took Shannon's head in his hands and kissed each of her cheeks quickly. Shannon stood frozen, eyes wide in shock and fear. Harry, on the other hand, was glaring at Draco like he never had before. Shannon shook her head quickly, attempting to rid herself of the memory.
"Had a good time, did you?" she asked, trying to subtly wipe her cheeks.
"Oh the best!" he exclaimed.
"So where's Natasha?" Harry chimed in, hoping to get out of the common room. There were too many Slytherins staring at him.
Draco's face darkened, "In her room. We had a fight, but other than that the weekend was really great. Thanks so much for the idea Shannon."
"No problem," Shannon shrugged. "Let's go find Natasha," she told Harry.
"I'll go back to my room. I don't think she'll want to see me yet," he sighed and headed away from them.
When they arrived outside Natasha's door they heard music playing inside.
"Her and her stupid muggle music," Shannon shook her head and opened the door. Natasha was inside dancing. She had woken up and felt that dancing might relax her. "Come on," Shannon said, but when Harry made no moves forward she stopped to look at him. Harry stood completely still, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. There was a strange, kind of blissful look on his face.
"Ug, NATAHSA!!" She yelled. Natasha stopped dancing. Shannon turned and shoved Harry hard. He shook his head quickly, and then looked confused. He gave Shannon a questioning glance, but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head dismissively. "I really hate it when you do that. Sometimes I wish you weren't a veela," She told Natasha and entered the room.
"Sorry, I can't help it," Natasha laughed and went to the stereo to shut it off.
"So how was the weekend?" Shannon asked.
"Oh it was great, up until we got back here. Then Draco got mad at me for a stupid reason."
"Explain," Shannon commanded, now sitting on the bed.
"Well see, it started off with me having a dream about vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. So I ordered some room service and-"
Harry cut her off, "Oh no. I don't want to hear this! I'll meet you outside Shannon," Once Harry was gone, Natasha continued the story. She got so caught up in reliving the weekend that she began to describe things too well. There were quite a few instances of Shannon yelling "Natasha, ew, stop!".
"Well anyway, we got back here and Jennifer asked me how long Draco and I had been together. I wasn't exactly sure and he freaked out at me. He said I didn't love him if I couldn't remember how long we'd been together. But then I threatened to take away his sex and boy did he blow up. How can he say I do nothing in this relationship and still expect me to keep Frank company?" She asked, rolling her eyes when she said Frank.
" I don't know," Shannon shook her head. "I think guys get kind of addicted to it, you know? They get weird about it. Maybe you should do something for him though. Something really sweet that will say you're sorry as well as prove you do stuff for the relationship too."
"Good idea Shannon. Thanks," Natasha smiled.
"Well, I guess I should get going. I'll talk to you later, alright?" Shannon patted her shoulder and then left. Natasha lay back down on the bed to think about what she should do and quickly fell asleep.
Shannon met Harry outside the dorms and he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing deeply.
"Well hello there," Shannon laughed, turning in his arms to kiss him. He responded passionately. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing," he shrugged innocently and kissed her again, harder this time. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"Of course I like it," She replied, tightening her arms around him. "But I'm afraid it's gotten into you for the wrong reasons."
"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
"Well," she said, taking his hand and beginning to walk back to their dorms. "I think you want to catch up to Draco and Natasha." Harry began to protest but Shannon wouldn't let him. "Harry please, I can read your thoughts remember?" Harry looked at the floor and nodded slightly.
"I'm sorry, it's just-"
"I know. Draco being you arch enemy and all, but you have to understand I'm not like Natasha." Harry nodded again. "But that doesn't mean I'm not willing to get a little closer," she whispered, smiling. Harry beamed and began practically running to the dorms.
They arrived in Shannon's room quickly and Harry began kissing her, laying her back on the bed gently. He kissed down her neck and began to unbutton her shirt. Only the shirt (Yes that means leave the bra on!), she told him without speaking. He nodded, kissing her stomach gently. Soon her shirt lay on the floor and Harry stopped to gaze at her. He knew he'd never seen anything as beautiful as Shannon, lying there in her lacy black undergarment. She smiled at him and then pulled him down to her, kissing him again. The passion continued for quite some time, and Shannon was close to letting a little more clothing slide when the door began to open. Shannon slammed it shut quickly, but it was enough to ruin the moment.
"Shannon, its Hermione! What's going on?" she asked from the other side of the door.
"Um, nothing Hermione. I'll be out in a minute!" she replied. "Harry, be quiet! I'll go see what Hermione wants. You leave when no one is looking and go take a shower, ok?" Harry looked at her with pleading eyes. She just shook her head and began to put her shirt back on.
Shannon met Hermione in the hall, careful not to let the door open wide enough to reveal Harry hiding inside. Hermione greeted her with a look of confusion.
"Well?" Hermione asked.
"Well what?" Shannon replied.
"What was that all about? The whole door slamming thing?"
"Oh that," Shannon said, thinking fast. "That was
just, um, a charm I put on my door."
"A charm?" Hermione raised an
eyebrow suspiciously.
"Yes, I-uh-I put it on there when I'm changing, so people won't walk in on me." Shannon nodded, hoping it would convince her.
Hermione shrugged, "So what did you come up here for?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Natasha is waiting outside the common room for you. She said she didn't feel comfortable in here."
"Ok, thanks." Shannon hurried down the stairs to find Natasha waiting outside, just as Hermione had said.
"Hey! I have the best idea of what to do for Draco," Natasha was beaming. "I want to put on a sort of modeling contest for him. You and I will be in it and we can have a bathing suit round, maybe even a few of them! And we'll make Draco the judge."
Shannon shook her head, "Harry will never go for that."
"Well, then we'll invite him too. I'm sure they'd both love it." Natasha was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Shannon still didn't look convinced. "Oh come on. Please?"
"Alright," Shannon nodded. "I'll do it, but on one condition. No veela powers. I don't need my boyfriend drooling over you again."
"I love you!" Natasha hugged Shannon and actually started to jump up and down. "Come on, we have some planning to do!" She then grabbed Shannon by the hand and pulled her toward the library.
Late that night Draco was awakened by a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled as he opened his eyes to find Natasha sitting on his bed, looking down at him with a smirk.
"Come on, get up. I have a surprise for you," She pulled him out of bed.
Draco rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Why don't you come to bed and show me in the morning?"
"Believe me, you'll want to see this. Now be quiet, we don't want to get caught," Natasha led him to the common room where Harry and Shannon were waiting with the invisibility cloak.
"How are we all going to fit under that?" Natasha asked. She had assumed the cloak was bigger.
Shannon shrugged, "We'll make it fit," And some how they did. Shannon, who was in the front, led them through a passageway or two, to a secret room.
"No one will be able to hear us in here," Shannon told them. This was a place she came to practice using her powers. The room was a long rectangle of bluish gray stone. At one end of the room was a red velvet curtain and the other were two wooden chairs. Shannon motioned for the guys to sit.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Harry whispered.
"No, I thought you did," Draco whispered back.
"Well, let me fill you in," Natasha told them. "You are here to see a modeling contest. Draco, this is my way of apologizing to you. You are the judge of this contest."
You know you're going to lose? Shannon heard Harry think.
I know, she thought in reply. But I thought you'd like to be here to see this anyway. Then Shannon and Natasha disappeared behind the curtain.
Soon Shannon came back out. She was wearing a low cut, long sleeved deep purple shirt. The shirt, including the sleeves, had small slits down the sides and the bottom of the shirt didn't quite touch the top of her tight black pants. Her hair was straight down, sleek and shiny, and she wore a small smirk as she stopped in front of them to pose and then headed back to the curtain. She enjoyed the feeling of their hungry eyes on her back.
Then came Natasha. She too had long sleeves and long pants, as was the rule of the first round. She wore a shimmery red shirt that exposed her shoulders. Her shirt also showed a small portion of her stomach before her black leather pants began. Except for two strands in front, her hair was pulled into a bun in the back and a black leather bikers cap was on her head. Two large gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. She smiled wickedly at Draco, who was sitting back in his chair admiring her.
As each round progressed, the girls wore less and less clothing, exposing more and more skin. The guys were whole-heartedly enjoying the show. Shannon couldn't help but smile at the thoughts she was hearing from the guys. Finally it came to last round. The bikini round.
Shannon came out first in a black string bikini, and then Natasha in a pale yellow bikini that accentuated her tan perfectly. Both girls stood at the end of their makeshift runway, in front of their respective boyfriend, whose mouths were practically hanging open. Harry stood and took Shannon behind the curtain. Natasha could hear giggles every so often. She spun around to show Draco her whole ensemble. Draco's eyes were wide and he smiled with pleasure.
"Come here," He said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. He picked her up and spun her around. "I love you so much. I don't care if you can't remember how long we've been together, just so long as you're mine." He set her down on the floor gently.
Shannon and Harry came out from behind the curtain, both of their hair looking a little rumpled, but clothing still intact.
"We need to get back to our dorms now. Besides, I think you two might want some alone time," Shannon explained. Draco and Natasha just looked at each other and smiled.
Back in Shannon's room, Harry was again admiring Shannon in her little black bikini. He kissed her softly and pulled at one of the strings holding her bottoms on.
"Now now, if you're going to be like that I'll just have to take this thing off," Shannon shook her head.
Harry smiled, "Please do," Shannon spun in a quick circle and by the time she had finished she was wearing a light pink tank top and matching shorts.
"Oh," Harry looked disappointedly at the pajama outfit. Shannon took Harry's hand and spun him in a circle, like one might spin a little ballerina. Harry looked down to find himself in his yellow pajama shorts.
"Hm," Shannon smiled and nodded in a satisfied way, obviously pleased with her work. Then she turned and crawled in bed. Harry crawled in behind her. They fell asleep quickly, Shannon content to be in his strong arms, and Harry glad to have her there.
The next morning Harry woke happily. He smiled at the sleeping figure beside him, taking in the scent of her hair. He tightened his arms around her affectionately and heard her sharp intake of breath as she pulled herself back to the conscious world.
"Good morning," he whispered, kissing her neck softly.
"Mmm," she mumbled as she pressed back against him, settling in her arms again. They lay there in silence for a while, Harry gently stroking her hair. She rolled over and looked into his eyes, smiling.
"What?"
"Nothing," she shrugged. "I'm just so happy you're here." His smile widened and he leaned in to kiss her, one simple, soft kiss that made them yearn for another and another, each growing more passionate than the last. She felt his hand slide slowly under her shirt, exploring. She was tempted to let it linger there, but then she felt her shirt begin to be lifted from her body. This was different than before. This time she wore no bra. She broke away from his kiss.
"Harry, I can't," she said, pulling his hand away gently. He looked at her quizzically. "I-I just can't. I'm sorry." She rolled off the bed and walked gloomily to her wardrobe, back to him. "I-" she began, but was interrupted by the sound of the door closing. She turned to find herself alone in the room. She plopped down on the bed, back to the door, confused. She was sad that Harry hadn't understood. But then again, she supposed she was somewhat of a tease, pulling him in only to slap him away. But he had no right to go storming out on her. How insensitive could you get? If he was angry he should have stayed and told her about it. She was pacing the room now, getting more and more upset.
"Oo, I'll hex his stupid head right off his stupid shoulders!" she growled and headed for the door. She stormed to Harry's room, where he had just finished changing. He turned toward her, looking surprised.
"How dare you go running out like that?" She screamed, fire blazing in her eyes. "If you have a problem you should talk to me about it, not go skipping off to complain to one of your little buddies!" A small trophy went flying through the air, barely missing his head.
"Shannon calm down! It wasn't like that at all!" Harry explained, hands out in front of him.
"Really? Then how was it?" she glared, ready to throw something else at him.
"I just had a, um" He glanced down at his pants and blushed. "A-um, problem. I had to go solve it," he hinted. Shannon looked slightly less angry, but not quiet sure of his meaning. "with a shower…" he tried again.
The light bulb flashed on, "Oh," she said quietly, looking at her feet. "Sorry," she looked up at him, head still down, noticing his wet, spiky hair for the first time.
He smiled slightly, "It's okay, just please talk to me if you have a problem before you start to throw things?" She laughed nervously and nodded.
Harry walked to her and hugged her quickly, "Are we okay now?"
"Yea," she nodded and lay her head back on his shoulder. "Thank you for understanding,"
He kissed her forehead quickly. "You had better get back to your room and change now, alright?" She nodded and slipped from the room silently. Harry shook his head at the closed door.
"What am I going to do with her?" he sighed, looking at the ceiling. Then he turned to finish dressing.
Shannon was in the shower, trying desperately to wash away the guilt and embarrassment she felt. She concentrated on the sound of the water hitting the tub and the waves of warmth flowing over her, oblivious to everything else. Suddenly the curtain was raked back forcefully, clips clattering noisily against each other. She felt the rush of cold air and turned to find Draco Malfoy staring at her, eyes wide, mouth hanging open in shock.
"Draco!" She screamed. He clapped a hand over his eyes and turned away.
"I'm sorry! I-I just-"
"Just what do you thinking you're doing!" she screeched, wrapping a towel around herself and then turning him to face her.
"I-I thought you were Natasha," he explained.
"No, Natasha went back to her room. What's she going to think? Harry-"
He cut her off, "Hey, with a body like that he should be required to share. Just like Potter to keep something like this to himself,"
"But he's never even-" she stopped dead, hand clasped over her mouth, face frozen in horror.
"Are you telling me-" Draco started, an evil smile forming on his lips. Shannon shook her head feverently, in a this-isn't-happening-sort-of-way, and turned away from him.
"I don't believe it!" he gave a pompous laugh and took a few steps until he was right behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. "I've seen more of you than Potter has…" he whispered cruelly.