Calla was furious. That scummy little Pansy bitch. Pansy by name, Pansy by
nature. Would she be a problem to Callas cause? Calla wasnt sure which she
wanted - if she caused trouble, she could just..Kill the little girl, but
if she didnt, well, Calla could flaunt Draco in Pansys face.
She flung open the doors to her room, and her clothes for the evenings meal had been laid out for her by a house-elf.
Walking over to them, Calla pulled her slip off. The carpet felt warm underneath her barefeet, and Calla realised that she was walking around naked in someone elses house...
Quickly, she grabbed the dress her mother had sent over for her. It was a pure red. Pure blood. Calla knew the symoblism. She wasnt too sure if she liked the colour - it wasnt a bright red, which Calla would have picked, more of a russet red. It had thin straps, and was extremely tight fitting. Looking down, Calla saw a cleavage that she never knew she had! The bottom half was cut in a diaganol line, from her left thigh, to her right knee. The shoes matched the dress, and had little diamonds placed across the straps.
"Calla!" her mothers voice sounded through the room, making Calla jump.
"Mother!" she said, walking over to the fireplace. "What are you doing here?"
"Im just checking up on you." said Adonia. "Now, lets have a look at you."
"Ive barely begun to get dressed, Mother."
However, Calla stood in front of the fireplace, did a little twirl.
"I dont like the dress," said Adonia, "Even though I picked it out. The red doesnt look...Quite right."
Calla grabbed her wand. "What colour would you like it, then?"
"Hm...Try black." said Adonia, a blonde eyebrow raised. Then she smiled. "Do the shoes, too. Black looks so much better on you honey."
"Then why did you buy red?" asked Calla, frowning.
"I thought you might have..developed something about you by now that could carry off such a daring colour."
Rolling her eyes, Calla walked over to the bed, where a diamond necklace had been set out. She clipped it on. "Are you going to criticise my hair now?"
"No darling, when you wear your hair down, it draws attention away from your ears." Adonia commented, "So, how goes it with Draco?"
Calla had gotten used to her mothers comments. Apparently, being more beautiful than her wasnt allowed. "Well, it was going great, until some Pansy bitch showed up."
"Last name Parkinson?" asked Adonia, scowling a little.
"I dont know. She was simpering all over Draco, but he soon...Put her in her place.", Calla said, a small smile playing across her lips.
"He struck her?" Calla nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~ DRACOS ROOM ~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco fumed, he stormed up his stairs and slammed the great doors behind him. Pansy, would have to be put in her place. And he meant more than just a slap...Maybe a good curse. He'd been so close to getting laid, but no, that bitch had to show up.
Kicking the house-elf that was still in his room out of the door, Draco turned to see his father has just Apparated.
"That girl of yours needs to be controlled." said Lucius smoothly.
"If you mean Pansy, shes not my girl. Never was." Draco said, walking over to the wardrobe that held his formal occasion robes.
"Still, she needs to be controlled. Dinner will be in 5 minutes, so hurry up." Lucius said, Disapparating.
In a rage, Draco flung his Pensieve across the room, not suprised that it didnt shatter. His father had brought it him before he started Hogwarts, the things that Draco knew and saw would get him expelled from Hogwarts in a flash.
~*~*~*~*~*~ 7PM, THE DINING ROOM~*~*~*~*~*~
Calla nervously waited in the hallway for Draco. Her long blonde hair had been straightened again, and Draco, as he watched her from the side, noted that she never gave of the air of "dumb blonde."
"Good evening," said Draco, slipping his arm around Callas waist, kissing her bare shoulder. He knew how to behave in private and in public to get a woman to sleep with him. A little bit of extra attention was all it needed...
"Excuse me?" said Calla, shrugging herself away from Draco. "Id appreciate it if you would not do that."
Dracos cool grey eyes faltered for a second.
"Id prefer it if you did this..." said Calla, and she pushed Draco against the wall, locking her soft lips against his, her hands wandering across the top of his trousers.
(Wow, shes really something, he thought.)
He went to wrap his arms around her waist, but she quickly grabbed his hands and slammed them against the wall, and after a few seconds, she stepped away.
"Fiesty arent we?" said Draco, a smile playing on his lips.
Calla gave him one of her half-smiles,and looked right into his eyes.
"That look just makes me want to kiss you again," Draco said, he was finding it really hard to control himself.
"Not fiesty," said Calla, "Just horny as fuck and not getting any."
Draco laughed, and held his hand out for Calla to take.
Calla took it, entwining their fingers. "And it helps that Im really, really attracted to your money, Draco Malfoy."
"And I, really really attracted to yours." he said, letting Calla walk down the stairs in front of him, so he could get a good view of her. "And this body of yours..." he grabbed her ass, and moved his hands up to her waist, stopping her from walking.
Callas breath caught in her throat as he brushed her hair away from her neck and slowly started kissing it. "Okay, stop that..."
"You dont mean that..." Draco said, sliding his hands around to the front of her legs, sliding them under her dress.
"Okay, I dont, but....Just..dont." Calla, regretfully, grabbed Dracos hands and pulled them away from her, let the go and walked ahead without waiting for him.
Draco stared after her. How could she just...Wind him up like that, twice in one day, and just leave him ! Now he was angry. Bitch.
She flung open the doors to her room, and her clothes for the evenings meal had been laid out for her by a house-elf.
Walking over to them, Calla pulled her slip off. The carpet felt warm underneath her barefeet, and Calla realised that she was walking around naked in someone elses house...
Quickly, she grabbed the dress her mother had sent over for her. It was a pure red. Pure blood. Calla knew the symoblism. She wasnt too sure if she liked the colour - it wasnt a bright red, which Calla would have picked, more of a russet red. It had thin straps, and was extremely tight fitting. Looking down, Calla saw a cleavage that she never knew she had! The bottom half was cut in a diaganol line, from her left thigh, to her right knee. The shoes matched the dress, and had little diamonds placed across the straps.
"Calla!" her mothers voice sounded through the room, making Calla jump.
"Mother!" she said, walking over to the fireplace. "What are you doing here?"
"Im just checking up on you." said Adonia. "Now, lets have a look at you."
"Ive barely begun to get dressed, Mother."
However, Calla stood in front of the fireplace, did a little twirl.
"I dont like the dress," said Adonia, "Even though I picked it out. The red doesnt look...Quite right."
Calla grabbed her wand. "What colour would you like it, then?"
"Hm...Try black." said Adonia, a blonde eyebrow raised. Then she smiled. "Do the shoes, too. Black looks so much better on you honey."
"Then why did you buy red?" asked Calla, frowning.
"I thought you might have..developed something about you by now that could carry off such a daring colour."
Rolling her eyes, Calla walked over to the bed, where a diamond necklace had been set out. She clipped it on. "Are you going to criticise my hair now?"
"No darling, when you wear your hair down, it draws attention away from your ears." Adonia commented, "So, how goes it with Draco?"
Calla had gotten used to her mothers comments. Apparently, being more beautiful than her wasnt allowed. "Well, it was going great, until some Pansy bitch showed up."
"Last name Parkinson?" asked Adonia, scowling a little.
"I dont know. She was simpering all over Draco, but he soon...Put her in her place.", Calla said, a small smile playing across her lips.
"He struck her?" Calla nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~ DRACOS ROOM ~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco fumed, he stormed up his stairs and slammed the great doors behind him. Pansy, would have to be put in her place. And he meant more than just a slap...Maybe a good curse. He'd been so close to getting laid, but no, that bitch had to show up.
Kicking the house-elf that was still in his room out of the door, Draco turned to see his father has just Apparated.
"That girl of yours needs to be controlled." said Lucius smoothly.
"If you mean Pansy, shes not my girl. Never was." Draco said, walking over to the wardrobe that held his formal occasion robes.
"Still, she needs to be controlled. Dinner will be in 5 minutes, so hurry up." Lucius said, Disapparating.
In a rage, Draco flung his Pensieve across the room, not suprised that it didnt shatter. His father had brought it him before he started Hogwarts, the things that Draco knew and saw would get him expelled from Hogwarts in a flash.
~*~*~*~*~*~ 7PM, THE DINING ROOM~*~*~*~*~*~
Calla nervously waited in the hallway for Draco. Her long blonde hair had been straightened again, and Draco, as he watched her from the side, noted that she never gave of the air of "dumb blonde."
"Good evening," said Draco, slipping his arm around Callas waist, kissing her bare shoulder. He knew how to behave in private and in public to get a woman to sleep with him. A little bit of extra attention was all it needed...
"Excuse me?" said Calla, shrugging herself away from Draco. "Id appreciate it if you would not do that."
Dracos cool grey eyes faltered for a second.
"Id prefer it if you did this..." said Calla, and she pushed Draco against the wall, locking her soft lips against his, her hands wandering across the top of his trousers.
(Wow, shes really something, he thought.)
He went to wrap his arms around her waist, but she quickly grabbed his hands and slammed them against the wall, and after a few seconds, she stepped away.
"Fiesty arent we?" said Draco, a smile playing on his lips.
Calla gave him one of her half-smiles,and looked right into his eyes.
"That look just makes me want to kiss you again," Draco said, he was finding it really hard to control himself.
"Not fiesty," said Calla, "Just horny as fuck and not getting any."
Draco laughed, and held his hand out for Calla to take.
Calla took it, entwining their fingers. "And it helps that Im really, really attracted to your money, Draco Malfoy."
"And I, really really attracted to yours." he said, letting Calla walk down the stairs in front of him, so he could get a good view of her. "And this body of yours..." he grabbed her ass, and moved his hands up to her waist, stopping her from walking.
Callas breath caught in her throat as he brushed her hair away from her neck and slowly started kissing it. "Okay, stop that..."
"You dont mean that..." Draco said, sliding his hands around to the front of her legs, sliding them under her dress.
"Okay, I dont, but....Just..dont." Calla, regretfully, grabbed Dracos hands and pulled them away from her, let the go and walked ahead without waiting for him.
Draco stared after her. How could she just...Wind him up like that, twice in one day, and just leave him ! Now he was angry. Bitch.