Calla climbed out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white bathrobe around
her. Her legs were waxed and perfectly smooth. Body hair. Ew. Shed wax her
eyebrows off if she didnt look stupid. Arms, underarms, legs, other
places...Smooth. Standing in front of the mirror, she checked her sparkling
white teeth for anything that shouldnt be there. Her ice-blonde hair was
dried perfectly and quickly by the hairdryer that she had enchanted. The
robe was fitted and hung perfectly on her.
Draco is quite cute, she thought to herself as she walked across the hall way and into her room. The house elves had unpacked her clothes and hung them up. In the first wardrobe she went to, she found that theyd hung her silk nightie-slip things up in one side of the wardrobe, and her short pyjamas in the other. Calla was impressed.
She picked out an emerald green silk slip, that came about mid-thigh, and was very sexy, but perfect for lounging about in until dinner. The plush carpets in her bedroom and on the hallways and the stairs felt gorgeous under her barefeet.
"Draco?" she asked, as she walked into the huge living room.
"Over here." he said. Draco was sat on a massive sofa in front of the fire. He was wearing emerald green silk trousers, baggy. He wasnt wearing the top. He never did.
Calla had to supress a giggle as she walked over. The green made him look paler than he was. Mind you, I cant talk, she thought. I dont have a tan at all. Oh well.
"You have a very nice...Place." said Calla, thinking house was an understatement.
Draco turned around and didnt hide his impressed face. "Why thankyou. Im sure youre..Place is very nice, too."
Always one for seizing the moment, Calla sat on the sofa a few feet away from him. "You dont have to be cute and polite with me, Draco Malfoy." she said, and leant forwards, placing one hand between his legs, and resting it on the sofa. The other hand brushed back the hair from his face. "Dont you think?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and smirking.
Dracos eyes flickered over Calla. He was extremely tempted...Got to be better than fucking the same old Slytherin girls. Personally, he was sick of Pansy following him everywhere. Fucked her twice, now she thinks Im a God..Hell, I am a God, I am Draco Malfoy, he thought. Callas hand was now on his chest. Draco usually prided himself on the challenge of getting a girl, but saying that, not many girls were a challenge. Especially the Slytherins. He ruled the Slytherins, owned them and controlled them.
No longer able to control herself, Calla leaned forward and kissed Draco full on the lips.
He was a little taken aback, used to girls throwing themselves at him, but not literally, none of them would dare just kiss him like this. He wasnt complaining tho. Kissing her back, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and caressed hers with his. Draco turned to face her, and leaned against the arm of the sofa, and pulled Calla with him. Calla had her knees either side of Dracos legs, and he ran his hands up the outside of Callas smooth thighs. He felt the silk of her slip and shuddered. This was the best kiss hed had in a long time.
And it was ruined.
There was a wooshing sound and Draco shoved Calla off him and onto the floor.
"Ow." she said as she hit the floor with a thud.
Draco laughed a little. He started to stand up, then stopped when he saw who had disrupted them. "Pansy." he sneered.
"Youre supposed to stand up to greet a guest." Pansy said, then looked, confused, from Draco and Calla.
"Thing is, youre not a guest. Now piss off." said Draco.
Calla pushed herself up onto her elbows, still laying on her stomach on the floor. Pushing her hair from her flushed face, Calla muttered something that only Draco heard and he laughed.
"And who is THIS?" Pansy asked, pointing at Calla.
Standing up, Draco stepped over Calla and slapped Pansys hand. "Dont point."
"Who is she?" asked Pansy, on the verge of tears. But she also couldnt stop staring at Dracos muscles chest.
Calla was now stood up, and although she despised the girl who was stood in front of her, she had to remember her manners. Smoothing off her hair, she stood at the side of Draco.
Pansy hated the girl already. She was beautiful, and stood next to Draco, they reminded Pansy of Dracos parents. But brains always won over beauty. Not that Im clever or anything...Pansy thought.
"This is Calla Karkaroff. Calla is out guest for the summer, so I suggest you be nice to her." Draco said.
Calla extended her hand. "Nice to meet you - " she started, then realised she didnt know the girls name.
Pansy let out a laugh. "Youve got a Karkaroff? Im sure your father will be thrilled about that. A relative of a traitor in the house."
Calla felt her cheeks redden with anger.
"Actually, it was Fathers idea." said Draco, and saw the shock on Pansys face. "Calla, this is Pansy Parkinson, shes in Slytherin House. Seems to think she can wander in here whenever she wants..." he added.
"All your other friends do!" Pansy burst out. Eyeing Calla, Pansy stepped back a little.
"Calla is a pure-blood Pansy...Do you really think Id have any scummy Mudbloods under my roof?" Draco asked.
"Of course not. Dracy, I was thinking maybe we could go out. Wed have fun. And you know what your mother was saying. She doesnt want you and your whores - " Pansy started.
Draco let out a derisive laugh. "Fun? Us? I dont think so. And whores? Pansy, you sleep with anything that moves. Id never marry into your family."
"Oh but youll marry into hers!" Pansy said shrilly.
"Excuse me? Who said anything about getting MARRIED?" Calla said, stepping and getting in Pansys face. "You got a problem with my family?" she asked, eyes flashing.
"Dracy tell her!" Pansy simpered.
He laughed. "Pansy just leave."
"Dracy!"
"Dont call me that." Draco said angrily.
Calla stepped back and turned around, wrapping her arms around Dracos neck. Kissing him deeply, she was pleased to see that Pansy was angry. She could see her reflection in the mirror. "Im going to go...Let you talk to your friend." she said, stepping away from Draco. "By the way..you have some fucked up friends"
And without bidding Pansy goodbye, Calla walked off and up the stairs.
Draco was furious. Calla had left and it was Pansys fault.
Seeing the anger in Dracos face, Pansy backed off a few more steps as he came towards her. "Get out."
"Dracy.."
Draco lost control and slapped Pansy. "GET OUT!" he shouted.
"Im telling my father."
"Go ahead." Draco said, arms folded.
Hand on her face where he had slapped her, she stepped back into the fire and disappeared.
Draco is quite cute, she thought to herself as she walked across the hall way and into her room. The house elves had unpacked her clothes and hung them up. In the first wardrobe she went to, she found that theyd hung her silk nightie-slip things up in one side of the wardrobe, and her short pyjamas in the other. Calla was impressed.
She picked out an emerald green silk slip, that came about mid-thigh, and was very sexy, but perfect for lounging about in until dinner. The plush carpets in her bedroom and on the hallways and the stairs felt gorgeous under her barefeet.
"Draco?" she asked, as she walked into the huge living room.
"Over here." he said. Draco was sat on a massive sofa in front of the fire. He was wearing emerald green silk trousers, baggy. He wasnt wearing the top. He never did.
Calla had to supress a giggle as she walked over. The green made him look paler than he was. Mind you, I cant talk, she thought. I dont have a tan at all. Oh well.
"You have a very nice...Place." said Calla, thinking house was an understatement.
Draco turned around and didnt hide his impressed face. "Why thankyou. Im sure youre..Place is very nice, too."
Always one for seizing the moment, Calla sat on the sofa a few feet away from him. "You dont have to be cute and polite with me, Draco Malfoy." she said, and leant forwards, placing one hand between his legs, and resting it on the sofa. The other hand brushed back the hair from his face. "Dont you think?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and smirking.
Dracos eyes flickered over Calla. He was extremely tempted...Got to be better than fucking the same old Slytherin girls. Personally, he was sick of Pansy following him everywhere. Fucked her twice, now she thinks Im a God..Hell, I am a God, I am Draco Malfoy, he thought. Callas hand was now on his chest. Draco usually prided himself on the challenge of getting a girl, but saying that, not many girls were a challenge. Especially the Slytherins. He ruled the Slytherins, owned them and controlled them.
No longer able to control herself, Calla leaned forward and kissed Draco full on the lips.
He was a little taken aback, used to girls throwing themselves at him, but not literally, none of them would dare just kiss him like this. He wasnt complaining tho. Kissing her back, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and caressed hers with his. Draco turned to face her, and leaned against the arm of the sofa, and pulled Calla with him. Calla had her knees either side of Dracos legs, and he ran his hands up the outside of Callas smooth thighs. He felt the silk of her slip and shuddered. This was the best kiss hed had in a long time.
And it was ruined.
There was a wooshing sound and Draco shoved Calla off him and onto the floor.
"Ow." she said as she hit the floor with a thud.
Draco laughed a little. He started to stand up, then stopped when he saw who had disrupted them. "Pansy." he sneered.
"Youre supposed to stand up to greet a guest." Pansy said, then looked, confused, from Draco and Calla.
"Thing is, youre not a guest. Now piss off." said Draco.
Calla pushed herself up onto her elbows, still laying on her stomach on the floor. Pushing her hair from her flushed face, Calla muttered something that only Draco heard and he laughed.
"And who is THIS?" Pansy asked, pointing at Calla.
Standing up, Draco stepped over Calla and slapped Pansys hand. "Dont point."
"Who is she?" asked Pansy, on the verge of tears. But she also couldnt stop staring at Dracos muscles chest.
Calla was now stood up, and although she despised the girl who was stood in front of her, she had to remember her manners. Smoothing off her hair, she stood at the side of Draco.
Pansy hated the girl already. She was beautiful, and stood next to Draco, they reminded Pansy of Dracos parents. But brains always won over beauty. Not that Im clever or anything...Pansy thought.
"This is Calla Karkaroff. Calla is out guest for the summer, so I suggest you be nice to her." Draco said.
Calla extended her hand. "Nice to meet you - " she started, then realised she didnt know the girls name.
Pansy let out a laugh. "Youve got a Karkaroff? Im sure your father will be thrilled about that. A relative of a traitor in the house."
Calla felt her cheeks redden with anger.
"Actually, it was Fathers idea." said Draco, and saw the shock on Pansys face. "Calla, this is Pansy Parkinson, shes in Slytherin House. Seems to think she can wander in here whenever she wants..." he added.
"All your other friends do!" Pansy burst out. Eyeing Calla, Pansy stepped back a little.
"Calla is a pure-blood Pansy...Do you really think Id have any scummy Mudbloods under my roof?" Draco asked.
"Of course not. Dracy, I was thinking maybe we could go out. Wed have fun. And you know what your mother was saying. She doesnt want you and your whores - " Pansy started.
Draco let out a derisive laugh. "Fun? Us? I dont think so. And whores? Pansy, you sleep with anything that moves. Id never marry into your family."
"Oh but youll marry into hers!" Pansy said shrilly.
"Excuse me? Who said anything about getting MARRIED?" Calla said, stepping and getting in Pansys face. "You got a problem with my family?" she asked, eyes flashing.
"Dracy tell her!" Pansy simpered.
He laughed. "Pansy just leave."
"Dracy!"
"Dont call me that." Draco said angrily.
Calla stepped back and turned around, wrapping her arms around Dracos neck. Kissing him deeply, she was pleased to see that Pansy was angry. She could see her reflection in the mirror. "Im going to go...Let you talk to your friend." she said, stepping away from Draco. "By the way..you have some fucked up friends"
And without bidding Pansy goodbye, Calla walked off and up the stairs.
Draco was furious. Calla had left and it was Pansys fault.
Seeing the anger in Dracos face, Pansy backed off a few more steps as he came towards her. "Get out."
"Dracy.."
Draco lost control and slapped Pansy. "GET OUT!" he shouted.
"Im telling my father."
"Go ahead." Draco said, arms folded.
Hand on her face where he had slapped her, she stepped back into the fire and disappeared.