Chastity awoke up entangled in soft satin sheets. She rolled over and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. She jerked around trying to escape her satin prison and fell out of the bed and landed hard on the floor. She quickly looked at Draco to see if she had woken him up, 'Oh my god...he sleeps like a rock.' She thought to herself, still staring at his face.

He was not ugly, oh gods know, his bleach blond hair was loose from the gel and fell softly over his face. His nose was long and thin, and his lips were soft, and the color of peach. To say the least, he was beautiful...but she did not love him; she didn't love Harry. She looked at him...the boy who ruined her life. The fake love with Harry, that she had finally convinced herself to be real. She became red hot with rage.

She suddenly remembered all of the events of the day before...or was it still the same day? She looked at the clock on his bed side, it was 3 am. She looked at herself; Draco had already dressed her in his pajamas and bandaged up her hand. He must have done it after she collapsed.

She picked herself up off the floor and walked towards the bathroom at the end of the room. She took a deep breath before turning towards the mirror. The same ugly but beautiful girl looked back at her. Her make up wasn't as smeared as the night before. There were still traces of black on her lips where her lipstick was painted on. Here mascara, though messy around her eyes, was wiped clean off of her face.

She looked down at the clothes Draco had given her and she began to tear them off. The hideous green satin shirt and matching bottoms would not do for her. She rushed to undo the green buttons that were in the shape of snakes.

She grabbed the bag that she had used to pack her clothes from Harry's dorm. 'Harry...' She thought, tears filling her eyes, 'I'm sorry I was nothing but your whore...' She stood in the bathroom and cried silently for a few moments, and then she pulled herself together.

She thought of what Pansy had done to her, how she ruined her and her plans. Flashbacks of Pansy standing at the door while Chastity and Draco were in the act ran through her head. Pansy took off and told Harry exactly what happen, and let a hideous screech at the look on Harry's face, "Revenge is sweet." She muttered to herself, "I'll give that bitch what she deserves..."

She looked down at herself, now that she had dressed and had gotten her make-up off and then on again, properly.

She was wearing a black skirt with black and red stripped panty hose. Her shirt was black and tight across her chest and had a picture of a pirate's skull on it. Her eyes were rimed in black eyeliner and her face a natural pale. Her lips were again painted black, but had the hint of purple in them and her hair was put up into two high pigtails. She flashed a quick smile in the mirror revealing her perfect white teeth. She was dressed to kill.

She walked into the girl's dorms in the Slytherin house. She walked to the bed she used to have before she and Harry got together and she started sleeping with Him. She tossed her bag onto the unused bed, particles of dust puffed out of it. She looked around until she saw the sleeping Pansy.

She smirked, her eyes filled with hate and disgust. What would she do to her? Even Chastity didn't know the answer to that question that ran threw her head over an over; all that Chastity knew was that it was going to be slow and very painful.

She walked to Pansy's bedside and placed her hand over Pansy's mouth, "Wake up dear," Chastity said leaning in closer to Pansy's face, wanting to punch it with all of her force, "It's time for your punishment."

TBC...

(A/N: I wanted to show her finally snapping here. This chapter was to show that Chastity had finally lost control, and was acting on pure instinct.)