Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince

Chapter 6 Now We're Getting Somewhere

Draco's POV

"Told you I'd be back," I say, shoving Blaise out of my chair. I was sitting in it first, so it's mine. Just like this girl…

"A'ight, homie. If that's how you wanna play."

"Please, spare me the muggle-talk."

"No. You, me, right now."

"Right now what, Zabini?"

"Let's rumble." Rumble? What the fuck- oh shit. his wand's drawn -oops! Now so is mine. Got to love the Malfoys' quick reflexes.

"Alright then, if you insist. Serpensortia!" That would be my specialty.

"Goin' old-school, eh? Well, homie, take this! Reducio!" I'm blasted across the room, with no time to remark on Zabini's muggle-talk. Oh, that's it, friend.

"Expelliarmus!" Okay, okay, so I'm resorting back to second year, but that dueling club wasn't a bad idea. Considering I kicked Potter's ass. Now that Blaise is without his wand, I can finish this off. Oops, wait a second, don't want to screw this up; "Accio wand!" I love that spell! Oh shit, Blaise is coming at me. He doesn't think he's going to punch me, does he?

"I'm 'a open a can a whoop-ass on yo' ass, homie!" Wow. That really does sound ridiculous. He runs at me with balled fists. He takes a swing, but I dodge it. I've adapted some quick reflexes from being a seeker, as well. I'm not on the team completely because of money…completely…

"Blaise, if you really have to resort to muggle combat, and talk like them, and dress like them, maybe you ought to just give up being wizard." Ooh, that made him angry. Maybe that was a little too cold. What am I saying? It's me.

"Alright, Draco. If that's how you want it," he says after a pause with "ooh"s from the audience we now have. His tone actually sounds a bit hurt. He lets out some kind of war cry and lunges at me- and actually manages to knock me to the ground. Oh! That was my stomach! Hey, I've still got my wand. Good, he's going to pay if that injury's going to affect my 'performance.'

"Rictusempra!" Blaise stops, mid-swing. After a few seconds, he starts to chuckle. It turns into a high-pitched giggle, to a full-on laughing fit. Well, even if he did just physically attack me, I don't want to hurt my supposed best firend any more thanI already have.So that should keep him busy. I stand up and walk calmly over to My Mysterious Beauty.

"Ar-are you alright?" Aw, she was worried about me. Maybe I should play her sympathy to my advantage.

"Yeah, I guess. It just-ow!" Okay, phony scream of pain. But hey, whatever works…

"Oh, I'm sorry! That was, um, impressive fighting." Impressed, huh? Oh, you'll be impressed alright. "A little childish, but impressive." Childish? What? Because I remember some stuff from second year?

"Well, it worked, right?" Come on, it did. You're 'impressed,' remember?

"Hmm, that it did." She takes a step towards me. Ooh, me likey this game. I put an arm around her waist and start to direct her to the exit.

"Ouch!" Okay, that one was real.

"Oh! Is there anything I can do, D-Draco?" Oh, I could think of a couple things you could do. But let's start with me. And why did you stutter? You'll need to remember my name for later. Which will hopefully be sooner.

"Well, for starters, let's go to the third floor." Insert yet another eyebrow-raise.

"Well…alright." A mischievous smile spreads across what I can see of her face. Oh goody! I get to see what's under that mask…and that dress! I guide her out of the ballroom, arm around her waist, trying not to make it too obvious what we're doing. Although, the guys we walk past either shoot me looks of extreme jealousy or sly grins and pat me on the shoulder. We're FINALLY at the third floor. Good. Now for a snogging session, and then it's good-bye, clothes! I, of course, choose the best and biggest room; the one that's reserved especially for me. Well, they're all reserved for me, but this one especially. She seems a little taken aback by the either the size or beauty of the room. I'm still slightly taken aback by the beauty of her.

"So, shall we start?" She sits on the bed, a strange look in her eyes. It's got to be somewhere between anticipation and fear. Fear. You don't have to be afraid of me.Everyone elseshould, but YOU don't have to.Too many people areafraid of me. But she pats the bed expectantly, and I practically pounce on it and start kissing her. I try gentle at first, but I guess anticipation's got the best of me, because I practicaly shove my tongue in her mouth. Be sensible, Drcao. But she doesn't seem to mind. She runs her tongue over my fake fangs. She jumps a little, and I can taste blood. Even though they're fake, I've got to be realistic, right? Hmm, idea. I start sucking her neck, getting way too into the whole vampire thing. She moans; nice…My left hand starts to creep up her dress, and she tenses a bit, but then relaxes. Yeah, that's right; my touch is good, isn't it? Ooh, she's running her fingers through my hair. I like that. I go back to her lips, my tongue not having to force itself inside this time. Oh no, missy, we're not fighting over dominance. I always win. ALWAYS. Okay, now to see the rest of that gorgeous face…I reach my hand up and barely brush the mask when she pulls away. I grab her arms. You're not getting away now, I'm too close to winning.

"No. Stay," I say, panting. She relaxes some and I pull her into me, my hands tracing her curves over dress. The silky fabric glides under my fingers. She entwines her fingers in my hair again, as her tongue can't seem to get over my fangs. My fingers eventually find the clasps on the back of her dress. I fumble with the first, and as soon as I get it undone, she pulls away. I'm too fast; as she gets up from the bed, my hand grabs the mask and pulls it from her face. DAMN! She turned away. "Don't leave! Look at me!" That came out a bit too demanding, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't turn around. She draws her wand from a hidden pocket.

"Accio mask!" Damnit! Now her mask is back in place. She bursts out of the room before I have the chance to lock the doors. She runs down to the main floor, me following her. Damn, she's fast. And in heels, which means I can catch up to her. I'm two feet behind her now, and she's slowing down. I reach my arm out, and – FUCK! What the bloody Hell! A- a shoe? A shoe stopped me from winning a bet? And a girl? Speaking of My Mysterious Beauty, why's she running so weird? Oh. I get it. This is her shoe. She must have tossed it off so she could run faster. And there goes the other one. Along with my pride, my best friend,and my chances of winning a bet. Holy shit, Draco, what have you just done? And why does this scenario seem so familiar?

Aw, Draco IS human after all! Hope this didn't brake too many hearts! XD