4. The pros and cons of whores.

Malfoy woke up in the middle of the night, hearing screams coming from the adjoining bathroom. He lazily got out of bed, walking over to the door. "What the fuck could be wrong with the mudblood now. Probably some portentous nightmare…or' he thought to himself. He dared not think of the other possibilities, being a pureblood, but who would hear his thoughts." She might be having a wet dream about me.'

The thought itself caused his crotch to enlarge. 'Damn mudblood.' Just then he realized what he was doing. He was slowly walking towards Hermione's bedroom. He caught himself just before opening the now shaking door. 'Damn Granger, she's making me act like a horny 14-year-old.' He quickly removed his hand from the doorknob and walking back to his room, now trying intently not to listen to the screams still coming from Hermione's room.

He slammed the door behind him, half-hoping it would wake the fucking Griffindor up. He reached his bed, not noticing the half naked figure laying on it, only thinking about what he would do to the mudblood if he had her now. He almost crushed the figure as he fell onto his bed and didn't take notice of her until he felt his boxers being pulled off.

He stared down, seeing a head of bushy brown hair. He stared at the figure, unable to move out of pure shock, then the girl looked up at his face, having successfully unclothed both herself and Draco.

"Fuck Pansy. How the fuck did you find me?"

"Oh come on now Draco, I am in Ravenclaw. What did you expect, some stupid prat who couldn't work a locating spell. You know you shouldn't leave your window open, to easy access, " finished Pansy Hermann.

She, like Hermione, was a slut. No wait; the better word for her would be whore. She was smart when it came to the male body, and could tell you every technique there was to pleasure a guy sexually. Unfortunately, she wasn't as good at performing anything remotely sexual. She was one of many of Draco's toys, each one deluded in their own special way.

Pansy was at the top of this deluded list. Firstly, she believed that she was Draco's only fuck buddy. Secondly, she believed that for whatever reason, Draco and her were in love and some day were going to get married. Thirdly, she believed she was a sex goddess and had taken Draco's virginity and had him craving her ever since.

In reality, it was quite the reverse. Draco hated and despised everything about her, and only fucked her to get back at some bastard Ravenclaw who had received higher points on a potions assignment. Draco took his revenge by taking this boy's "One True Love," and fucking her until she begged him to stop. The boy was heartbroken and when he tried to avenge his loves violation, was sent to the Hospital wing with some nasty skin condition and missing bones.

"Draco, come on, I know you want me." She stared longingly at his boxers, which Draco had firmly pulled up around his crotch again.

"Pansy, I told you if I ever felt like I needed one of your fucking horrible blow-jobs, I would hang myself. Now get out of my room before I erase you permanently from my life."

The girls face had gone from a contorted look of playful sexiness that looked more like a grimace then anything sexy had quickly turned to a look of fear mixed with disbelief. She regained her stupid air of sexiness and again tugged at Draco's boxers. He stared at her before forcibly pushing her off his bed.

"I said leave NOW." This time she got the message and hurriedly grabbed her broom and bra, which she had flung off during some part of their encounter and headed toward the door.

Draco stared at her as she crossed to the open window, and again he saw only a bare back and that bushy brown hair. The sight triggered something in his crotch, bringing his lower half to life.

As Pansy reached the window ledge, she felt her broom leave her grasp and heard it hitting the wall opposite of her. She felt an icy breathe on her neck causing her to shiver.

"Maybe I can use you tonight."

She felt his hardened manhood against her ass. Her panties were slipped off by one finger as she fell onto his bed once more. Another finger slipped inside her, causing an intake of breathe. The alternating fingers caused her to climax quite fast and soon she was taking part in wrestling match, on top of Draco at one point, and under him in the next moment. Draco won.

As he pushed into her, she let out another grasp, causing him to pump in and out of her until he felt his climax coming. As he neared the end, he picture Hermione's naked body in his mind, and as this picture became clearer, he screamed out Hermione's name.

Unfortunately, when he opened his eyes, he found a very pleased Pansy. She had her eyes closed in satisfaction and as she opened her eyes, she seemed so caught up in the moment that is soon became evident that she heard nothing of Draco's little outburst. She smiled at him and then tried to cuddle with him.

She received a rather hard shove out of the bed and caught her broom just in time as it was flung at her.

As she flew out of the room, Draco pulled back on his boxers and with his pants not controlling his head anymore, he went to investigate the sound in Hermione's room again.

As he entered the dark bathroom, he was surprised to find Hermione's door open and the water in the bathtub draining. He was surprised he didn't hear Hermione start the tub didn't think much of it as his thoughts were concentrating on the open door. As he walked closer, he could just see Hermione's open window and decided to watch the figure's now silhouetted against it.

As Draco watched, the taller figure mounted his broom and as he was about to set off, Hermione grabbed his arm and quickly pecked him on the lips.

Draco didn't want to watch anymore. He knew what Hermione had done and his stomach sank as he realized what the sounds coming from her room were. He quickly turned his back to her door and walked back to his room. As he passed the bathtub, it dawned on him why it had been running and upon his second glance over it, he noticed a pair of boxers thrown carelessly next to it. 'Fucking Weasel,' was all he could think of as he shut the door to his bedroom and locked it.

As he reached his bed, he heard a shriek come from Hermione's room.

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If Draco would have only stayed outside Hermione's door, he might have seen what happened to that particular Weasel as he flew out of Hermione's window.