The Price of Pleasure

Modelled on Cruel Intentions

By Tanx

Disclamier: Cruel Intentions plot is not mine. Harry Potter characters aren't either. I own anything you don't recognise, plotwise.

Chapter one – The Bet

As the giant squid makes lazy circles in the black lake and the winter frost clogs the icy windows of the Slytherin common room, two souls lay awake staring into each-other's eyes.

One, Draco Malfoy - resident Sex God at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, boy who's bedded every Hogwarts girl bar the losers and the frigids, the other, Pansy Parkinson – the girl every boy wants but knows they can't have. The teaser. The one.

The story so far – Malfoy is on a mission to sleep with as many girls as possible. Although not making him the most popular boy with the Hogwarts authority, this has certainly made him a winner among the students. Parkinson and Malfoy are recently step brother and sister as Narcissa Malfoy broke off from her abusive husband Lucius and married Gordon Parkinson, Pansy's father. Malfoy has been drooling over Pansy for as long as he can remember being at the school – now broken relatives, it is almost impossible and somewhat illegal for the two to hook up – all the more reason to get together.

Malfoy's intent is to get into bed with Parkinson by the end of the school year, which Pansy recognises, and uses to her advantage. She knows he wants her . . .and she loves it.

However being a popular and respected student at the magic school, her reputation would be famished if she became known as yet another statistic in Malfoy's big school sex romp – which makes Malfoy want her even more.

After moments of pure silence, Pansy speaks.

'So there's one girl I've noticed who doesn't seem to be falling for your charms . . .'

'Who?!' Said Malfoy, outraged at Parkinson's determination to deflate his swelling ego.

'That Weasley girl . . .you know the one I mean - short, straight red hair . . .freckles?'

'Oh . . .' Said Malfoy, brain ticking, 'her. . . Yes well I haven't really tried yet. She's always with that stupid group of giggling girls . . .her little group. They won't bloody leave her alone.'

'Is that all that stops you?' Said Pansy, purring. She moved silently across the room and sat on his lap seductively, facing him. 'Well. . .you're Draco Malfoy aren't you? You can bed her in a minute you always say.'

Draco moaned as he felt her put her arms around his shoulders from the front, massaging him.

'That's the only one though . . .well . . .within reason. I'm not going to fuck any of those skanks in Cho Chang's group . . .that'd be too easy.' He smirked and put his arms around Pansy's tiny waist.

'But there's one more . . .' Pansy said, moving Malfoy's hands to her rear.

'Who?' Malfoy said, trying to suppress what he knew he couldn't.

'That Granger girl of course.'

The moans ceased. Draco's faced contorted with anger as he pushed Pansy off of him and she landed in a crumpled heap on the floor.

'You really think I'd seduce a fucking Mudblood? How low could I sink?!'

Pansy lay sulking on the floor before she spoke again.

'No, you're just scared she'll say no and ruin your reputation.'

Malfoy's face twitched.

'I am not scared of any Mudblood, or anything for that matter.'

'Then prove it . . .' Said Parkinson, smiling as she looked away.

Malfoy smirked, eyeing the brunette's bare back. Her robes sank off her shoulders and lay around her waist from when he kicked her off himself, and now all that was left clinging to her was a silky bra. Much to Malfoy's dismay she hastily pulled the robes back up when she saw him perving her.

'Fine.' He said, immediately regretting his response. 'I can shag her. She'll be hanging for it.'

'In the next month.' Pansy said, watching Malfoy's face turn from a grin into a frown.

'Impossible.'

'For you? NO!' Said Pansy, sarcastically. She once again moved up to the couch Malfoy was sitting on and slipped her robes off her shoulders. 'There'll be something in it for you.' She said, touching the waistline of his jeans.

Draco shivered.

'A wager, you mean?'

'Of couse.'

Draco smirked as Pansy continued, speaking in a whisper.

'If you can't do it . . .no pun intended . . .i get your broom.'

'My broom?!' Said Malfoy, shocked, referring to his brand new Firebolt he'd been given for his sixteenth birthday and enjoyed showing off to anyone who'd look at the thing.

'What's in it for me?' He said, considering that he had no end to this bargain as of yet.

'Well . . .'said Pansy seductively as she toyed with his waistband once again, 'you'll get something you've been pining over forever.'

Draco smirked once again.

'And why should you compare with a brand new Firebolt? Why are you so special?' Draco said as he surpressed a moan.

Pansy smiled. 'Because I'm the one girl you can't have . . .and it kills you.'

Draco thought for a moment and realised that she was right.

He held out his hand to her and she took it and shook it firmly.

'Deal.'

End chapter one.

Next chapter – the meeting with Ginny Weasley and the mother, (Cecille and her mother in CI) and Malfoy makes his first moves on Hermione . . .to any avail?

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Tanx