Disclaimer: I disclaim. And I love my Queen Smuffles. She is precious. She thinks you should review this, yes she does. Precioussss. She loves toasters. She won't give me hers though. *twitch* It is such a lovely toaster. It is called Higgins. He wears frilly yellow…napkins. Yes. He does. Now read this. And review. Because if you don't and some psychopath ends up on your lawn screaming: "AYAYAYAYA" It will NOT be my fault. Please do not call the police. Queen Smuffles has a killer shovel and garden hose. She calls them the Malfoy's. She hides them in her blouse. Anyway. READ ON!

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"Who was that girl you were with? Not that Gryffindor with the freaky changing hair, right?" Pansy had one of her scrawny pale legs pulled up by her flat chest and pushed against the edge of the table. She ripped off a piece of her roll with her uneven teeth. It was by far the most disgusting way Draco had ever watched someone eat bread.

"Does it matter?" he asked, bringing a piece of chicken to his lips.

"I knew it. For fuck's sake, Draco. Why in bloody hell are you wasting your time around a Gryffindor?" Pansy's jaw was lower than normal as she stared at him.

"Nothing's wrong with me. It was nothing. I just heard something about her being easy is all." Draco thought it sounded like him..

Pansy grinned her ugly-toothed smile. "Ahh. So like you. Anything for a quick fuck. You know, why don't you just bang some Slytherin instead?" She shifted toward him a little.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No one said anything about quick." He took a long swing of pumkin juice and placed the glass back down.

Pansy unfolded her leg and somehow managed to make her plate of food fly off the table and onto Draco. His pants were soaked with the sauce that was dousing her sickening slab of steak. Bits of carrot and potato were on Draco's head. How the hell had she managed to cause such destruction by moving that stickly little leg?

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Draco!" she squealed.

"Fuck. I already took a shower before I came here." Draco shook his dirty head. He tried to drown out the quiet reverberations of laughter around the Great Hall. He caught glimpse of Potter laughing along with Weasley. Stupid asses. Doubt they'd be laughing if it happened to one of them. Idiots. Morons. Gits.

He walked out of the Great Hall and made his way down the darkening corridor. He wasn't humiliated, but he smelled bad. He hated smelling bad. Slick-haired wanton sex gods don't smell bad.

"Hey Malfoy!"

"Can't it wait? Pansy, I'm not in the mood to discuss prissy ass Gryffindors with you at the moment and I need a bloody shower and yeah, you definately aren't Pansy," he said when he'd turned around and realized that he was face to face with Abby.

She didn't say anything. Oh god. Draco wanted her to say something and break the blank look she was giving him. What the hell had he done? There went all his chances out the fucking window.

"Not important," she said finally. She turned around and walked away.

Fuck. Great job, Malfoy. You really got her wanting you now. He contemplated silently about whether he should follow her or not. He sighed and turned around, continuing to walk back to his common room.

He unbottoned his stained oxford shirt and threw it onto the ground. Once he'd unbuckled his belt and unzipped his dirty pants, he kicked them off and removed his boxers. The water from the shower was warm and as he stepped under the jets he massaged the food out of his hair. Of course, it took a while to get out some of that gel and allow the water to soften his hair.

When he was fully showered he turned off the showerhead and patted himself with a towel. Draco wrapped the towel around his waist. Water droplets adourned his chest, and taught muscles showed under his flawless tight skin.

"How many times a day do you shower, man?" Goyle asked as Draco ran his hand through his wet hair. It fell to the sides of his face.

"Not as many as you, Goyle," he answered, and Goyle nodded and left to get into a shower himself.

Draco got to his dormitory and opened the door. None of his roomates were in the room. But Abby was. Wait-- what?!

"How the fuck did you--"

"Not important," she said.

"You said that before. It must be important if you have to break into the Slytherin common room and then hide in my dormitory," Draco sneered.

"Calm down, Malfoy. I didn't break anything. And I'm here to tell you something completely different." Abby sat down on his bed and leaned back on her hands. "I've come to the attention that you consider me a prissy Gryffindor. And I have also come to the attention that you're a hypocritical asshole who might actually think with a different part of the body other than the brain."

"You just described every male that ever existed," Draco said with an automatic smirk.

To his surprise, she smirked as well. And she could have given him a run for his money with this one. He liked to think that this change in behavior was his doing. "That's what I thought you'd say." She got up from his bed and walked along his room, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. She stopped next to a painting of an empty corridor. "I have to admit you had me fooled. I heard a lot about you in the Gryffindor's point of view while trying to do homework the other night. I didn't really let it absorb in my mind right away. But I've had a little while to think while up in your room tonight."

"And how exactly did you get into my room, Lynch?" Draco crossed his arms lightly across his bare chest. He was still in nothing but a towel.

"I'm clever. Nice look, by the way," she said nodding at his towel.

Draco smirked. "I think you're enjoying it."

Abby turned and faced the portrait on the wall. She ran her hand over it before turning back to Draco.

"You went from being good company today.. to the complete opposite."

"Well you're the one imposing on my privacy," Draco said.

"You wouldn't say that earlier, when you landed on me out on the pitch."

"That was an accident, Lynch."

"But a fortunate one, eh?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

Draco was quiet. He walked towards her. "You're like a damn hammer to my head. I have no idea what I think of you."

"I'm glad you're sharing your opinion, Malfoy. Please go on."

"I was going to until you interrupted me," he snapped. Abby raised both eyebrows. "What I said earlier about Gryffindors wasn't necessarily about you. You just misinterpretted it."

"Hmm. Hard to believe. But then again so was the fact that you were a eunoch."

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

"Although, it's a lot more believable now."

"Who. Said. That."

"Up until tonight I didn't mind you, Malfoy. Now I have had my head cleared of my little misconception. Things are much better now. And you won't have to worry about another Gryffindor invading your space again."

Draco pushed her into the wall by her shoulder. He was up against her and she was smashed into the portrait on the hard stone. He hadn't realized how turned on he was until that moment. It didn't matter what she said. Every driven word brought him here now. And he smirked at Abby.

"So what if I told you that I put on an act from the moment I met you. Would that make you see things even more clearly?"

"Oh, it'd be crystal. I'd just have to ask why."

Draco slid a hand down her side, Abby hid a shiver, and she was lucky that Draco hadn't noticed. "Apparently things aren't that clear then." The closeness was now affecting him in one of the only covered areas of his body.

Abby noticed it too. But rather than pulling away she smirked. "Apparently you aren't a eunoch after all," she said.

Draco pressed into her more, and grinned. His face was so close to hers.

Then Abby grabbed one of his hands and pushed it into the side of the portrait they were against. The corridor that had before seemed to be painted had now materialized all around them.

"That painting has been there for seven years and you've never figured it out?" Abby said at the quizzical look on Draco's face.

"I don't usually poke around my walls. Apparently this is something else we haven't got in common."

Abby stepped away from him and began walking down the corridor.

"Where're you going?"

Abby looked over her shoulder. Her soft brown hair was falling into her face. She turned her head again and continued walking.

"Abby! I'm in a fucking towel. I have no idea where we are and how to get back." She didn't turn around. "You're a bitch."

Nothing. She kept walking. Finally he ran after her. "Look. You've had your laugh. Can't you just--"

"I haven't laughed at anything, Malfoy. Not yet." Abby raised her wand and pointed it at him, muttered an incantation, and the towel was gone.

Abby raised her eyebrows in amusement and looked back up at Draco's face. He didn't bother to cover himself. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall, hard. Abby elicited a small moan of pain.

"Get me back. Now."

Abby grinned. "Rather demanding, aren't you?"

He pulled back and then slammed her into the wall again. She laughed. "I wonder. Do girls break up with you immediately after you have sex with them? You're rather rough. And not in that 'take me now' kind of way."

Draco scowled. "Get me back. Please? It's rather.. cold."

Abby grinned. "Fine, Malfoy. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You act like yourself. None of this.. fake niceness. I'm not buying it anymore." Draco noticed how Abby's eyes were such a fierce green as he stared at her.

He sighed and released her. "Fine."

Abby took off her black school robe and threw it around Draco's shoulders. "Just in case anyone walks down this corridor on our way back.

Draco grinned. "So where are we exactly?"

"Hogwarts," Abby said with a smirk.

"Wise ass.." Draco muttered.

"I thought it was 'prissy ass'?"

"And I thought we'd gotten past this."

Abby smiled. "Not a chance."

Draco gave a frusterated sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you it wasn't necessarily aimed at you?"

"You can tell a lie as many times as you want, Malfoy. It won't make it true. And here. Give me your hand."

Draco furrowed his brow at her and she gave a higly annoyed sigh. She grabbed his hand and balled it around her own, smaller one. She pushed it hard into a crack in the wall.

Draco's dormitory materialized around them again. "So you need two people to get through, then?" Abby nodded and Draco raised a brow. "How did you get in here by yourself before?"

She smirked. "Who said that I was alone? Or rather.. who said I came in that way in the first place?"

Draco sighed. "Not that I don't enjoy playing guessing games with you, Lynch, but--"

Abby put a finger to his lips. "You're rather nosey, Malfoy. Shut up for a bit."

Draco didn't move. She was close again. And maybe he had a chance to get her back this time. "I think you're attracted to me."

Abby laughed. "What brings you to this outrageous assumption?" she asked dropping her hand from his lips.

"No. It's not an assumption. I know you're attracted to me. You just won't admit it. And you're trying to play around it. No. As mad as you are over some stupid thing I said, I think you're just lying to yourself." He walked her against the wall. The boy has a thing with walls.

Abby kept her face emotionless, but when she felt the cold wall behind her she got an idea. She slid an arm around Draco's back and pushed her into him.

Draco grinned. "I guess I was right, then?" He pushed his hips into hers and brought his lips around to her neck.

Without warning, Abby wrapped a leg around Draco's hips and ground herself into him. She was fully clothed, but Draco had nothing under the robe that he had draped around him. It was beginning to open up as well.

Draco groaned, resting his head on Abby's shoulder. He'd waited so long, and had almost lost hope that this could ever happen. Well.. not tonight at least. But her hips were moving against him in small circles and he couldn't think anymore..

Abby grinned to herself. She wasn't going to be played with by this smart-mouthed Slytherin. Even if he was the perfect definition of a sex god. His hands were in every right place, and his breathing was uneven against her neck. Abby had to admit to herself how good it felt, but she couldn't let him win this. It would just be so much more fun to play a bit. Again without warning, she dropped her leg from his waist and slid out from beneath him.

Draco leaned against the wall on his arm for a moment before turning around.

"What the fuck, Lynch?" he said in a frusterated tone.

Abby grinned. He was in complete disarray. His face showed signs of frusteration, as well as his erection.

Abby stepped forward and removed her robe from his shoulders. Then she left his dormitory through the door with a smirk plastered across her pretty face.