a/n- HUUUUGE set back as my computer failed completely and I had to restart it, restart it fully! Meaning everything was wiped, everyyyything; so I lost my documents (meaning a lot of retyping papers for freakin school!) and all my cd info! Goodbye, tina, my beloved sim (plus, my teachers think its funny to watch me suffer, we got a study guide at least) (---8 pages long)
As the door shut the sound of it sharp and bitter close slapped Draco's neck, making him shudder. He was edgy as he paced a hallway, eagerly taking quick strides trying to suppress the running feeling in his rubber legs. He turned into another hallway; and another. His heart was beating fast but he couldn't feel it. His breath was unnoticeable, but weak and coming in short gasps. Finally he entered what satisfied him as a deserted corridor, narrow and short enough to give a secure safety feeling, and he slid down a wall. His knees were in the air and he leaned his elbows on them, his hands in his hair. A gasp erupted from him and it sounded much like a sob, which made him hang his head in shame.
He was shaking, and trying to suppress the wave of sobs trying to push threw his throat. "Men don't cry," he snarled inwardly. He certainly wasn't feeling that 'manly' right now. 'I had her,' he thought resentfully. 'She was right there, ready for the taking.' He slammed his head on the wall by jolting it back. He gently continued to knock it backwards. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He let out a disappointed sigh and buried his face in his hands. So he slipped up. It was just once, and that was all. It was never going to happen again; never. And yet, it is hard to lie to yourself and be convinced. He may not realize it, but something was agitating him. He sighed again, taking his face away from his hands to stare, unfocused, at the ceiling close to the wall across from him. He let one of his hands drop. "Maybe I'll fancy a fuck with Pansy." He growled, angry that he didn't feel like it. He didn't feel like talking to his friends either. He didn't feel like anything, especially hanging around Hermione. "That fucked up mudblood," he spat. And as nothing else came to his mind, he muttered, "Bugger."
Hermione lay on the couch in the library, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't feel that embarrassed, more frustrated. What had been wrong with him? He had certainly been a huge disappointment. 'But,' she thought without a smile, 'While it lasted, it was fun.' She gave an empty giggle, thinking about how she had felt during her pursuit. Her mind went immediately from that to hunting him, as a sort of sport, but she didn't like the idea. And that what she had been doing. She had been trying to hunt him, and it was fun…it was empty too.
"No," she said, aloud to the empty library. 'I'll just have to think of another way to get him.' She smiled again, a cross between evil and sincere. "Malfoy, Malfoy," she taunted to nobody. "I'll have you."
And the third of these conspirers was sitting, uncharacteristically quiet, as she was in deep thought in the Slytherin common room. She was staring at nothing in particular, in this case, a first year who was nervously trying avoid her gaze. She was considering the numerous ways to seduce Draco Malfoy, who had become her new target. She had all but forgotten the feel of his touch, and it wasn't just that. Pansy was not brilliant, but she was extremely wise in anything dealing with romance or sex. She could eye the tension between her former lover and the muggle-born, and after a few days she had become convinced there was something going on between them. Jealous Pansy would not stand for this, and for a while she had been plotting to ruin their affair, or a relationship, whatever it was.
Her eyes shut in pain at the thought of her Draco and that mudblood. No. No, this would not do. She would have a say in this. To her pleasure, none other but Draco walked through the portal at that moment. He started off towards his stairs without looking at her. She waited until she heard his door shut, and then climbed up the stairs. It was early, no one would be in there but him.
She reached his door, threw back her hair, and opened his door. He was laying on his bed look at the top of his four-poster. Without looking at her he called, "Go away."
She ignored him and ambled over to his bed, looking down at him. He turned to meet her stare. And without any words, she climbed on top of him in a sitting position. He said nothing either, staring back at her. "Hello, Draco," she said casually, letting her hands travel to his, reminding him of how Hermione moved.
"What do you want?" he managed to say before she nibbled on his lower lip, and then moved her tongue in and out of his mouth, teasing him like it had before. She lowered her face to his neck and began to kiss it, hard, creating a mark where a future hickey would bloom. She gently held his face up and gave him a little snog. She drew away and looked at him. He seemed reluctant to enjoy it, or to at least show that he was enjoying it. Ignoring that, she grinned at one last fleeting touch to his neck, now bruising, she pulled away in an enticing, luring kind of way. He watched her leave, his cold, grey-blue eyes following her traveling across the room.
Pansy shut the door, leaving her captive behind. She spotted Thorne, a seventh year boy, quite good looking, who was climbing up to his room. She moved to block his way up.
"What, Pansy?"
She was only one step above him, making her almost eye level. She pulled his head suddenly towards her and kissed him, fiercely. He was too stunned to push her away and stayed close to her until she released him. "Well," she said demandingly. "Invite me up." He smirked and grabbed her hand, leading her up to his dormitory. She followed, eyeing the door which lead to the room she had just left. She knew that she had to make Draco chase her and not chase him herself, he ignored girls that did that. He was in it for the conquest, and a chance to upstage a seventh year seemed brilliant. True, he may be of Slytherin and it would have been better if the boy she chose to make him jealous was a Ravenclaw, but Pansy was hungry and was glad that Thorne had been so convenient. Not only would Draco being showing how much better he is, Pansy knew he favored girls that he couldn't have which she knew had to be the reason he was showing interest in the muggle-born.
NEW a/n-OMG I'm SOOOOOOO SORRy but NO UPDATE FOR A WHILE, STUDY LIKE MADE DURING CHRISTMAS BREAK AND I JUST SAW THE TWO TOWERS! AHHHh! OMG OMG OMG, GO SEE IT, NOW, THIS INSTANT (if you can, I mean if youre a fan, don't go see it if you aren't, I mean that's just not lotr) ANYWAYS, AHHH! AHHH! ITS WONDERFUL! AFTER A WHILE I'LL CALM DOWN, BUT NOTHINGS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW CEPT LEGOLAS AND THE MOST WONDERFUL THING TO EVER EXIST: THE LORD OF THE RINGS
I LOVE IT ! ITS BRILLIANT, ITS MAGNICIFCENT, ON THE WAY TO HELMS DEEP I WAS LIKE 'HOOOOLLLY SHIIIITTTTTTTTT' OH AND, FAVORITE PART, DEIFEANTLY WHEN LEGOLAS MOUNTS THE HORSE, (not in a sick joke way, I mean if you see it youll understand, in the theater weveryone was like 'wow! That's so cool!) I half screamed WOAH (oh god, I accidentally claaped when they showed him, not clapped, tis just my hands flew together and they made this loud sound in a quiet theater) ANYWAYS, I APPLOGIZE FOR THE ABSENSE OF UPDATES, CURRENTLY MY MIND REFUSES TO THINK OF HP OR DRACO, SORRY
NAMAARIE