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A heavy steam was rising from the bath in the Prefect's Bathroom as Pansy slipped in. Draco was waiting for her at the other end. The bathroom was one of the few places in the school where they had privacy – the mermaid in the painting squealed and swam away when Draco entered the room, as he had once threatened to slash her canvas is she dared say a word to anyone about what they did in there. There were the dorms, of course, but boys can't get into the girls' dorms and most of the people in Slytherin were sneaky rats who would dob you in to get themselves ahead in a second. The Prefect's Bathroom, therefore, was perfect, as only a few people knew about it, and once you were inside it let no-one else in until you were finished (Draco and Pansy therefore had to be careful not to be seen as they had to enter together).
Draco relaxed in a corner, his arms resting on the sides to support himself. Pansy, as she swam hungrily toward him, could appreciate that while on other boys pale skin made them seem geeky, it gave Draco an air of regality. And after six years of Quidditch, his arms were to die for. He turned his grey eyes toward her.
"Got a detention, have you? What a naughty little girls" he said teasingly.
It wasn't love. It was mutual using. Pansy fawned over him, admired him for everything he was and represented – prestige, wealth, superiority. Draco, on the other hand, simply allowed it. Her worship fed his immense ego and served to cover up his other dalliances. Their parents were old friends who moved in the same 'circles', and Pansy was the kind of girl Draco's parents approved of – and apparent devotion to her left him free to sleep around as much as he liked. And like it he did.
"Bloody Neville Longbottom. I'm gonna be stuck in that room for God knows how long. Who cares about stupid plants anyway?" Pansy grumbled.
"And I'm sure you did nothing to provoke him. A complete innocent bystander" Draco smirked.
"He was asking for it" Pansy pouted as she slid on top of Draco and nibbled on his ear. He rolled his eyes and let her have her way with him. It had occurred to him many times there was no point in fighting her off. She was quite a formidable (and violent) woman.
"Neville Longbottom..." Draco said, deep in thought. Pansy glared at him.
"I'm doing this and you're thinking about him?"
"Oh yeah, he's such a hottie", he said sardonically, "did you know he could have been the boy who lived?"
"As if" Pansy snorted.
"I kid you not. It was in a prophecy".
"I know about the prophecy, Draco".
"Well, think about what it said. A child born at the of July to parents who'd thrice defied the Dark Lord", Draco stated, "it could have only been Potter or Longbottom".
"How do you know all this?"
"How do you think I know?"
"Your father"
"Of course. Wants me to keep an eye on the idiot for some reason. Potter obviously isn't the only one the Death Eaters are paranoid about' he said, half-musing, half- informing Pansy, 'but Longbottom, seriously. Not quite as pathetic as he used to be, but a threat to the Dark Lord? Hardly. At least Potter can perform a spell without doing injury to himself". Pansy sniggered along with him.
"And how is it you're expected to 'keep an eye' on him? You're not in the same house, thank God, the only class you share in Transfiguration, and that old hag McGonagall keeps a watchful eye on things. Oh, and he hates you with a passion" she said in a matter-of-fact manner.
"I know that, the feeling's mutual. But it's not exactly wise to refuse my father. Or disappoint him" Draco scowled.
"So…?" Pansy asked, straddling him.
"I'm thinking".
A thought crossed Pansy's mind at that moment. It was never too early to get in with the future in-laws.
"I could do it for you" she grinned. Draco's eyebrows rose.
"Right. I've heard whispers of what you said about his parents today. I don't really think he's gonna be too keen".
Pansy's eyes widened like a mock-impression of Bambi.
"I can change" he said in a girlish voice, probably not realizing how much she sounded like Umbridge.
"You're serious?" Draco asked incredulously. Pansy could no longer hold up the expression.
"Look, I've got three hours a day until all those damn plants are healthy. I really can't think of anything better to do than fuck with Longbottom's head. I'll be sugar and spice and find out anything you need me to," her finger stroked his cheek, "would that make you happy?"
Draco was fighting between a smirk and a smile.
"If you can pull this off…"
"Look. The prospects really aren't good for you. At least I can use my feminine charms".
Draco fought not to roll his eyes at the idea that Pansy thought she had any feminine charms.
"Isn't he dating the Weasley girl?" Draco asked. It was a possible catch in the plan.
"Yeah, so what?"
"You'd better watch out. Violent tendencies. Runs in that freakish family".
"You think I can't handle anything a Weasley throws at me?"
"I'm sure you can. She just might want to hang on to her man. Marry herself out of poverty" he said with a snort.
"So it's a plan?" she asked, her eyes shining. Her eagerness to please was astounding.
"Yes. You know, I don't know what I'm going to do without you around every night" he said raffishly.
"Jack off" Pansy growled. Draco simply smirked at her, and hoisted himself out of the water, allowing Pansy to admire his body as he sauntered towards his towel.