Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I love Harry/Draco pairings so much. Don't you? OF COURSE YOU DO!!!
Chapter 13 | You Let Me Feel Your Danger
Draco felt like crap.
He had a throbbing headache, he had to find and kill Pansy, and he hurt from his fall. But worst of all was that Madame Pomfrey kicked him out of the Infirmary.
He was being "insenstive to Harry's needs" as an "injured person" and that he would be "fine on his own" in the common room.
He wanted to hurt something, to break someone. He had to find Pansy and kill her.
Stupid slut.
It was all her fault.
Her fault Harry was in that condition.
Her fault Draco was in the condition he was in.
Her fault Draco had a headache.
Everything was Pansy's fault.
If he didn't find, and destroy, her soon. He would have to hurt an innocent bystander. The idea didn't really appeal to him but at the current moment just hurting something would be satisfactory and whether or not it was Pansy or some passerby, Draco could care less.
She was lucky she didn't mar Harry's beautiful face. Then Draco really would kill her.
"Oh Draco!" Pansy squealed throwing her arms around his neck and pushing her hips towards him, in hopes of gaining a postive reaction, "I'm so glad I found you! Did you hear about what I did to Potter?"
Draco grinned, a sort of sadistic grin, and moved his body towards her then backed her against the wall.
"Tell me more." he growled, sounding seductive in sense of te word. HIs hands, however, where closing around her wrists, pinning her against the wall.
Pansy giggled and continued, "Well I pushed Potter down the stairs, and then I kicked him a bit. Oh Draco that hur--"
"You kicked him?" Draco moved his hand around her throat and started to push her into the wall, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure until she gasped and started to pull on his hand, "Pansy, Pansy, Pansy..." and each time he said her name he pulled her neck back and slammed it into the wall.
"Yes?" Pansy chocked out after he released her. He still held her hands above her head, trapping her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Potter is mine. You do not touch him. He is my target, my victim. I'm the only one who touches, or plots against, Potter. If you lay a finger on him again you'll be flying down the stairs next." Draco stared into her eyes grinning malichiously.
"But..." Pansy said reaching forward, one hand clutched around her throat, pulling on her sleeve.
"No!" Draco hissed and slapped her hand away. He pushed her to the ground and closed his hand around her throat again, pinning her to the floor. "No buts. This isn't up for debate, or negotiation this is final. Potter is mine." He emphasized his last statement by slamming her head into the floor again.
"Yes Draco." Pansy whimpered in defeat. She curled up on the floor.
"And Pansy," Draco whispered pulling her up roughly, "if you don't like that. I'm sure that my father wouldn't mind backing me up on it. So keep your nose out of my affairs. If you know what's good for you." He spat at her.
"Yes Draco." Pansy said meekly not looking up at him.
"Oh and one other thing..." Draco cocked his head to one side and smiled.
"Yes?" she said rather hopefully.
"Don't think you are getting away without a punishment, darling." He smirked and started to walk away signaling to Crabbe and Goyle who had been waiting in the background.
"Draco!" Pansy shrieked as the two goons started their approach, "Draco! Draco!" She screamed as they dragged her away. Draco lit a cigarette and smiled at her waving, "Please Draco!? No!"
Draco walked, with a bounce to his step, towards the infirmary.
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I love Harry/Draco pairings so much. Don't you? OF COURSE YOU DO!!!
Chapter 13 | You Let Me Feel Your Danger
Draco felt like crap.
He had a throbbing headache, he had to find and kill Pansy, and he hurt from his fall. But worst of all was that Madame Pomfrey kicked him out of the Infirmary.
He was being "insenstive to Harry's needs" as an "injured person" and that he would be "fine on his own" in the common room.
He wanted to hurt something, to break someone. He had to find Pansy and kill her.
Stupid slut.
It was all her fault.
Her fault Harry was in that condition.
Her fault Draco was in the condition he was in.
Her fault Draco had a headache.
Everything was Pansy's fault.
If he didn't find, and destroy, her soon. He would have to hurt an innocent bystander. The idea didn't really appeal to him but at the current moment just hurting something would be satisfactory and whether or not it was Pansy or some passerby, Draco could care less.
She was lucky she didn't mar Harry's beautiful face. Then Draco really would kill her.
"Oh Draco!" Pansy squealed throwing her arms around his neck and pushing her hips towards him, in hopes of gaining a postive reaction, "I'm so glad I found you! Did you hear about what I did to Potter?"
Draco grinned, a sort of sadistic grin, and moved his body towards her then backed her against the wall.
"Tell me more." he growled, sounding seductive in sense of te word. HIs hands, however, where closing around her wrists, pinning her against the wall.
Pansy giggled and continued, "Well I pushed Potter down the stairs, and then I kicked him a bit. Oh Draco that hur--"
"You kicked him?" Draco moved his hand around her throat and started to push her into the wall, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure until she gasped and started to pull on his hand, "Pansy, Pansy, Pansy..." and each time he said her name he pulled her neck back and slammed it into the wall.
"Yes?" Pansy chocked out after he released her. He still held her hands above her head, trapping her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Potter is mine. You do not touch him. He is my target, my victim. I'm the only one who touches, or plots against, Potter. If you lay a finger on him again you'll be flying down the stairs next." Draco stared into her eyes grinning malichiously.
"But..." Pansy said reaching forward, one hand clutched around her throat, pulling on her sleeve.
"No!" Draco hissed and slapped her hand away. He pushed her to the ground and closed his hand around her throat again, pinning her to the floor. "No buts. This isn't up for debate, or negotiation this is final. Potter is mine." He emphasized his last statement by slamming her head into the floor again.
"Yes Draco." Pansy whimpered in defeat. She curled up on the floor.
"And Pansy," Draco whispered pulling her up roughly, "if you don't like that. I'm sure that my father wouldn't mind backing me up on it. So keep your nose out of my affairs. If you know what's good for you." He spat at her.
"Yes Draco." Pansy said meekly not looking up at him.
"Oh and one other thing..." Draco cocked his head to one side and smiled.
"Yes?" she said rather hopefully.
"Don't think you are getting away without a punishment, darling." He smirked and started to walk away signaling to Crabbe and Goyle who had been waiting in the background.
"Draco!" Pansy shrieked as the two goons started their approach, "Draco! Draco!" She screamed as they dragged her away. Draco lit a cigarette and smiled at her waving, "Please Draco!? No!"
Draco walked, with a bounce to his step, towards the infirmary.