It had a bigger affect on Draco then she had expected. He was- quite literally- in shock. His eyes didn't blink, his mouth didn't shut, hell even his nose was flared.
Then, he smiled unsurely. The unsure smile turned into an unsure laugh. "I'm sorry," He said between giggles. "I thought you said Ginny Weasley. Can you imagine? Me screwing Ginny Weasley?" He laughed harder- in denial of course.
"Oh doll!" Her hand traced his jawbone, finding his pulsing vein. "I did." She offered the apple to his lips. "Bite it."
Draco was still unbelieving. "Blaise, you know I can't." Draco whined and he slowly backed away from her crazed gaze. "Blaise, she's a WEASLEY!"
"So are you saying you lost already?" Blaise smiled. She loved winning.
Quickly, Draco's mind switched gears. "That reminds me. Seeing as this is a bet and all... what do we win?"
Blaise let a slow, feral smile spread across her face.. Here comes the fun part! "Well..." She said, drawing herself out for the big moment. She tapped a perfect fingernail against gleaming teeth.
"Wellllll," she drawled, savoring the moment, "If I win, and you don't get the weasel-" she paused to let a nasty grin (that was actually very sexy) cross her face, "You're my slave for three weeks." Her face brightened at the very thought, and she sang-songed: "You carry my books to class... and you get to do my homework of course. All of it. And not sloppy like you do yours, I am a rather good student you know. And you get the joy of making my beds, with the sheets smoothed down and the pillows plumped. The house elves never seem to put enough love into it. And give me massages. I love massages. Back home I have my own masseuse- I miss her. You'll be a suitable replacement though. AND you'll have to paint my toenails, because what's a massage without a pedicure? In my favorite shade of course, Shamefully Unabashed, a very rare polish that only comes from France. One of a kind, mixed especially for me. Oh yes, you'll have to buy me the polish too, I seemed to have run out the last time I got the prefect to get me out of detention."
"And what do I get?" Draco asked. If hers was this good, his had to be worth winning.
Blaise smiled and slowly walked towards him until they stood eye to eye. "If," she said, "by some miracle, you do sleep with the Weasel..." She took his hands in hers. "You get this..." She put his hands on her breasts. "And this..." She slowly slid his fingers to her butt. Draco smiled lazily, already forming a plan to win. "And anything else you might want."
It was at that moment that Pansy Perkinson decided to walk through the hole to the common room. She took one look at the position Draco and Blaise were in and made a gasping sound. She glared at Blaise and crossed her arms.
Blaise giggled and removed his hands from her ass. She walked over to the table where she had carelessly dropped her schoolbooks and piled them into her arms. "Well, I'm off! I've got Transfiguration next period. I'll see you later Draco!" And with one last blown kiss, she exited the common room.
"I don't like her Draco!" Pansy whined in her high-pitched voice. "She doesn't get the picture! You're mine!" And Pansy rushed over to smother her lover with kisses.
"Ew... Pansy, get off! Get off!" Draco said, flinging his arms about his face to protect himself from the horrendous breath of her.
"I know Dracy. It's the thought of having touched her butt. I mean... ew! That's so gross!" Pansy then proceeded to place his hands quite forcefully on her butt. "Isn't that nicer?" She asked. Draco turned pale beneath his already pale skin. He tried even harder to get as far away from Pansy as he possibly could. But Pansy didn't seem to notice. "She's engaged! Can you believe that? Hitting on you when she's engaged! I feel sorry for the poor fool she's marrying."
For obvious reasons, Draco and Blaise never told anyone it was actually Draco she was getting married to. Boys wanted what they couldn't have, what would be better then getting an engaged girl? As for the girls- girls would never even dream of having sex with an engaged guy, they'd rather die. It's like they were sleeping with a married man or something.
"He's getting a handful that's for sure." Draco mumbled, thinking of how Blaise had just lured him into doing something he wanted to do least in the world for something he wanted most in the world.
"And what's with her hair?" She went on as though she didn't even hear him. "It looks so disgusting, all that volume and crap! Ugh, who would want to spend that much on their hair anyway?" Looking at Pansy it was obvious that she wouldn't want to.
Making a sudden decision to leave this torturous discussion, Draco made a break for it.
"Where are you going?" Pansy squealed as Draco climbed out of the room.
"Quidditch practice!" He yelled back.
"I'll meet you there then!" But Draco didn't hear the response. He was already walking out of the dungeon.
He walked into the entrance hall. It was quite crowded with students that didn't want to be anywhere else. Students with no lives. His green robes stuck out in the sea of yellow, red and blue. What? You thought Slytherins would actually think about simply loitering around?
Everyone stopped when they saw Draco. They closed up their circles of chatter to make their group look uninviting. Nobody wanted him to join them. He toyed with the idea of walking towards a group and strike up a conversation about his latest meeting with the Dark Lord just to see their faces, but thought against it. He might as well get on with this bet.
His shoes silently clicked against the Hogwarts flagstone. If he were a Weasley, female Weasley he noted, where would he be? Two choices- the Gryffindor common room or the library.
Since he had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was, he opted to go to the library. It wasn't far from where he had been standing and he was there within minutes. A few daring girls eyed him from behind their books. Weighing their chances with an enemy. Bad boys were always appealing to good girls.
He flashed a quick smile at the girls (no harm in leading them on) and walked down the isles of endless books. How hard could be to find a Weasley with flaming red hair? He looked to his feet as if expecting to find her on the floor, cowering before him. But she wasn't and the only thing he noticed was how ugly the carpet was. As he was pondering over the thought of getting father to write a threatening letter to the school demanding them to change the hideous carpet, he ran into something- hard.
"Shit!" He yelled and earned himself a dirty look from Madame Prince.
The thing he bumped into moaned too, softer then him. Her voice- it was a her- was barely audible.
Malfoy looked up, preparing to yell at the one that had just smashed head on into him. Her figure wasn't that bad he noted as his eyes slid up her body. Nice legs, superb chest, delightful neck... gorgeous red hair... red hair? Draco didn't know whether he should scream in horror for having those thoughts run through his head or run and hide because somehow a Weasley was beautiful.
So instead, he sneered.
Show time.
Then, he smiled unsurely. The unsure smile turned into an unsure laugh. "I'm sorry," He said between giggles. "I thought you said Ginny Weasley. Can you imagine? Me screwing Ginny Weasley?" He laughed harder- in denial of course.
"Oh doll!" Her hand traced his jawbone, finding his pulsing vein. "I did." She offered the apple to his lips. "Bite it."
Draco was still unbelieving. "Blaise, you know I can't." Draco whined and he slowly backed away from her crazed gaze. "Blaise, she's a WEASLEY!"
"So are you saying you lost already?" Blaise smiled. She loved winning.
Quickly, Draco's mind switched gears. "That reminds me. Seeing as this is a bet and all... what do we win?"
Blaise let a slow, feral smile spread across her face.. Here comes the fun part! "Well..." She said, drawing herself out for the big moment. She tapped a perfect fingernail against gleaming teeth.
"Wellllll," she drawled, savoring the moment, "If I win, and you don't get the weasel-" she paused to let a nasty grin (that was actually very sexy) cross her face, "You're my slave for three weeks." Her face brightened at the very thought, and she sang-songed: "You carry my books to class... and you get to do my homework of course. All of it. And not sloppy like you do yours, I am a rather good student you know. And you get the joy of making my beds, with the sheets smoothed down and the pillows plumped. The house elves never seem to put enough love into it. And give me massages. I love massages. Back home I have my own masseuse- I miss her. You'll be a suitable replacement though. AND you'll have to paint my toenails, because what's a massage without a pedicure? In my favorite shade of course, Shamefully Unabashed, a very rare polish that only comes from France. One of a kind, mixed especially for me. Oh yes, you'll have to buy me the polish too, I seemed to have run out the last time I got the prefect to get me out of detention."
"And what do I get?" Draco asked. If hers was this good, his had to be worth winning.
Blaise smiled and slowly walked towards him until they stood eye to eye. "If," she said, "by some miracle, you do sleep with the Weasel..." She took his hands in hers. "You get this..." She put his hands on her breasts. "And this..." She slowly slid his fingers to her butt. Draco smiled lazily, already forming a plan to win. "And anything else you might want."
It was at that moment that Pansy Perkinson decided to walk through the hole to the common room. She took one look at the position Draco and Blaise were in and made a gasping sound. She glared at Blaise and crossed her arms.
Blaise giggled and removed his hands from her ass. She walked over to the table where she had carelessly dropped her schoolbooks and piled them into her arms. "Well, I'm off! I've got Transfiguration next period. I'll see you later Draco!" And with one last blown kiss, she exited the common room.
"I don't like her Draco!" Pansy whined in her high-pitched voice. "She doesn't get the picture! You're mine!" And Pansy rushed over to smother her lover with kisses.
"Ew... Pansy, get off! Get off!" Draco said, flinging his arms about his face to protect himself from the horrendous breath of her.
"I know Dracy. It's the thought of having touched her butt. I mean... ew! That's so gross!" Pansy then proceeded to place his hands quite forcefully on her butt. "Isn't that nicer?" She asked. Draco turned pale beneath his already pale skin. He tried even harder to get as far away from Pansy as he possibly could. But Pansy didn't seem to notice. "She's engaged! Can you believe that? Hitting on you when she's engaged! I feel sorry for the poor fool she's marrying."
For obvious reasons, Draco and Blaise never told anyone it was actually Draco she was getting married to. Boys wanted what they couldn't have, what would be better then getting an engaged girl? As for the girls- girls would never even dream of having sex with an engaged guy, they'd rather die. It's like they were sleeping with a married man or something.
"He's getting a handful that's for sure." Draco mumbled, thinking of how Blaise had just lured him into doing something he wanted to do least in the world for something he wanted most in the world.
"And what's with her hair?" She went on as though she didn't even hear him. "It looks so disgusting, all that volume and crap! Ugh, who would want to spend that much on their hair anyway?" Looking at Pansy it was obvious that she wouldn't want to.
Making a sudden decision to leave this torturous discussion, Draco made a break for it.
"Where are you going?" Pansy squealed as Draco climbed out of the room.
"Quidditch practice!" He yelled back.
"I'll meet you there then!" But Draco didn't hear the response. He was already walking out of the dungeon.
He walked into the entrance hall. It was quite crowded with students that didn't want to be anywhere else. Students with no lives. His green robes stuck out in the sea of yellow, red and blue. What? You thought Slytherins would actually think about simply loitering around?
Everyone stopped when they saw Draco. They closed up their circles of chatter to make their group look uninviting. Nobody wanted him to join them. He toyed with the idea of walking towards a group and strike up a conversation about his latest meeting with the Dark Lord just to see their faces, but thought against it. He might as well get on with this bet.
His shoes silently clicked against the Hogwarts flagstone. If he were a Weasley, female Weasley he noted, where would he be? Two choices- the Gryffindor common room or the library.
Since he had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was, he opted to go to the library. It wasn't far from where he had been standing and he was there within minutes. A few daring girls eyed him from behind their books. Weighing their chances with an enemy. Bad boys were always appealing to good girls.
He flashed a quick smile at the girls (no harm in leading them on) and walked down the isles of endless books. How hard could be to find a Weasley with flaming red hair? He looked to his feet as if expecting to find her on the floor, cowering before him. But she wasn't and the only thing he noticed was how ugly the carpet was. As he was pondering over the thought of getting father to write a threatening letter to the school demanding them to change the hideous carpet, he ran into something- hard.
"Shit!" He yelled and earned himself a dirty look from Madame Prince.
The thing he bumped into moaned too, softer then him. Her voice- it was a her- was barely audible.
Malfoy looked up, preparing to yell at the one that had just smashed head on into him. Her figure wasn't that bad he noted as his eyes slid up her body. Nice legs, superb chest, delightful neck... gorgeous red hair... red hair? Draco didn't know whether he should scream in horror for having those thoughts run through his head or run and hide because somehow a Weasley was beautiful.
So instead, he sneered.
Show time.
