A/N- Hello. Well, two whole reviews. Whatever, I like the story. I'll go on. Thank you monkisurf, you are a true friend. Anyhole, on with it.
Disclaimer: I own Olivia, but nutin' else.
Draco lay next to Olivia on his large gilt bed. She rolled to one side, and trailed one finger up and down his chest. "Now, does that mean you aren't mad at me anymore," she asked with a petulant, babyish tone to her voice.
He closed his eyes, "No, Olivia, it just means that you're a good shag. You are still a decietful whore. I mean, come on, you slept with my father."
Inwardly she laughed, "If you only knew!" Outwardly, she frowned and said, "Draco, you know I was wasted. I thought he was you. It hasn't happened again. I like YOU!"
He sat up impatiently and said, "But Olivia, don't you realize that it doesn't matter. All it meant to me was that you're a whore. I don't like you. You are nothing to me! Sleeping with you was a lapse in judgement. Both times."
She wasn't used to rejection; it made her ugly streak come out. "Well," she snapped, "you sure seemed to 'like' me when you were holding my hand, and kissing me, and sleeping in my bed, and such!"
Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, Liv, that was just me trying to feel right about what I did. I'm not the kind of guy to nail you then never speak to you again." Olivia thought, "God, how I wish you were!"
She said, "Draco, please give me a chance. You know I like you. Why do you refuse to even consider that we could work together?" Draco sighed and said, "Because it just doesn't make sense. You don't make sense. You have absolutly no compassion, I have at least enough to be disgusted by your callousness."
She was entirly pissed by now, so she pulled the big guns, "Okay then Mister Compassion, explain to me why you're always so shitty to your schoolmates. I've heard you and Crabbe and Goyle during the summer holidays. I don't think that someone as CARING as yourself would brag about makeing people's life hell."
Draco looked disdainful, "Those aren't people, those are mudbloods and blood traitors. I care for some people, at least. You care for nothing and no one. You are hate filled!" "I don't hate you," she whispered, laying it on thick, looking up at him shyly.
Draco looked at her, his emotions mixed and his mind clouded by hormones. "Please leave my room," he said quietly. She stood and draped her lovely body in a silk dressing gown. She walked to the door, eyes lowered to hide to smile that was playing on her lips.
She paused at the door and said in a low voice, "Just consider it, okay?" When she shut the door behind her, Draco flung himself back onto the bed and said, "What the hell is going on?"
Olivia practically ran back to her room. She opened the door, rushed in, and shut it. She turned and said, "He is soo easy!"
Lucius pulled her over to the bed andsaid, "Ready for a REAL go at it?"
She growled into his ear, "Give it to me big guy!"
He rolled her over so she was on her back. He pulled off the dressing gown and took in the view of her full breasts, smoth stomach, curving hips with her bare sex nestled between. He lowered his mouth to hers and began to expertly tease her mouth with his tongue. His hand roved down to her sex, and began rubbing the sensitive area lightly with his thumb.
Olivia arched her back, and reached up to rip his clothes from his rippling body. As she lowered his undergarments, his member sprang free, the smooth skin of the tip grazing her stomache. She playfully slapped, as if to test the hardness, a little tradition between them.
Slowly, he entered her. He began pumping in and out, building to a grand finish. After her climax, she lay back, her raven hair clinging to her in damp curls. She smiled up at him as he panted and said, "Now that's more like it!"
A/N- Well that's it for ......... aw hell, no one's reading this, so what does it matter? Poopydoo lalalalala shwizzle ha!