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Pansy's Passion

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By Queen of Serpents

Rated R for scenes of a sexual nature and strong language.

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Chapter II: Caught and Confirmed

"Hey Pansy," his hot breath came onto my neck and his hand went down upon my knee, exposed because of my short pleated school skirt.

"Blaise," I acknowledged. My body was stiff as a board. Unlike normal days, today his presence made the skin on my arms ripple with goose flesh. My heart was no longer pattering with desire and my body no longer tingling in anticipation.

My eyes were dry and puffy, but, of course, they didn't notice it. It was a good thing too. I had cried the whole night before but stopped that morning upon realizing how very un-Slytherin-like I was behaving. The others would question me, and my image as Slytherin's queen would be tarnished. Crying was for the weak. But I couldn't help it now could I? I love Draco. Listening to those rumors and hearing him tell me what a great night he had was just too much for me. Especially since he knew that I could tell when he lied, yet he did it anyway.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. His lips were grazing my ear and his hand slowly rubbing up my thigh and back down. It was a soothing gesture and I relaxed under his tender touch with my back leaning against his chest. Maybe Blaise would make me forget about Draco for a while...

"Is it Draco?" Blaise Zabini asked me. Maybe I was wrong.

I sat upright and froze.

"Relax, Pans," he told me grasping my shoulders gently and bringing me closer to him. "I heard about what's going on. It's a shame."

I shrugged my shoulders, pretending not to care. But of course, Blaise was always able to detect my hidden interest and thoughts and said:

"He's getting far too much attached with the Mudblood. When it started out, I never knew he'd go so far as to actually shag her in the Prefects Bathroom, a 5th Year saw them!"

"You knew about this from before?" I snapped, turning my head to the side to face him.

"Relax," he said before I was able to do him harm or blow out of proportion. "It started out as a dare. But clearly it's prolonging far longer than intended," he informed me. He went back to stroking my thigh with one hand and running his fingers up and down my arm with the other. He pulled me onto his lap and I made myself comfortable on top of him.

"A dare?" I asked. These things were common among the boys (and even some girls) in Slytherin House. Dares and bets, challenges to shag those who were possible choices and especially difficult to conquer. It was all part of the norm. "So it's just a dare?"

"It was," Blaise said, his voice growing cold and serious. He dropped his hands down to my waist and stopped caressing me. "But that was in the last week of school last year. None of us knew they were still shagging."

"Oh."

Blaise kissed the side of my neck. "But don't worry," he told me. "It's just a temporary thing. He'll get rid of her soon."

As much as I wanted to accept that, I couldn't.

He pulled me in and kissed the side of my cheek. "Hey Pans... Do you want to go to my room or yours?" Blaise said planting kisses along the side of my jaw.

So it was true.

Draco had been shagging her and he's still doing it. I knew he never stuck to one person, but normally he would have simply dumped the Mudblood the same exact night. What happened that made him continue?

I felt Blaise's tongue flick around my ear, a stiffness poking against my bottom which shook me out of my thoughts.

"Not right now," I said getting off of him. "Maybe later?"

Blaise Zabini simply shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the sofa. His muscles flexed under his tight black shirt and I could see his arousal straining against his trousers, but he looked completely at ease with his eyes closed leaning back against the green sofa like that, the green lights from the lamps giving him a luminescent look.

I quickly turned my head and walked away before I changed my mind and forgot all about Draco. I had to confront him and ask him what the deal with Granger really was. There had to be a logical reason... Or maybe what Blaise was saying wasn't true. Maybe they didn't know the exact truth.

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I crept into Draco's room hoping to find a clue, or anything else for that matter, that would tell me the truth. Anything that would either disprove what Blaise and the whole world was saying, or that would confirm my suspicions.

I knew that Draco would not catch me for he was out for Quidditch Practice. The match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw was next week. If the team beat Ravenclaw, then we'd be up against Gryffindor next.

I went through his drawers finding nothing but green and black boxers.

However, something red caught my eye.

I lifted a black boxer and my eyes widened upon seeing a red one. I lifted it and found another, and another.

My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach at the possible meanings behind this.

I closed the drawer quickly, not wanting to look at the red boxers any longer. My eyes were teary, yet I stopped them from flowing. Red boxers didn't mean anything, I told myself firmly. They're just boxers.

Suddenly, while inspecting his bed which at the moment was neatly made, an owl came hooting into his private room. I tilted my head, pondering. I had never seen that owl with Draco before. However it looked so familiar, it was a snowy owl, beautiful and magnificent.

And then it struck me.

It was Harry Potter's owl.

What was his owl doing here?

I raised my wand and shouted "Immobilus!" freezing the owl midway and grabbing the note from it's leg. I opened the anonymous note and read, "Meet me in the R. of R. at 1 tonight."

The R. of R.? What was that? I wondered as I put the note back on Headwigs's leg and then muttered the counter curse.

I raked my mind, trying to think of what it might stand for until I realized the meaning at last. The Room of Requirement. It was the place where Potter and the whole lot would meet during 5th Year.

However, what did this note mean? Was Harry Potter going to meet Draco? Or was Hermione Granger using Potter's owl?

Something fishy was going on and I was determined to find out what it was. Tonight at 1, I would be at the Room of Requirement as well.

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Silent tears poured down my cheeks at the sight that I was met with. Blaise and the rumors had been correct, Draco was fraternizing with the Mudblood.

At first, 20 minutes till 1, I snuck into the Room of Requirement. It took a while for me to enter it, but I had come here before so it wasn't too difficult. I sat in a darkened corner waiting for the endless twenty minutes to finally end.

Around five minutes before the clock stuck 1, I saw Draco enter quietly. The entire room changed it's outlook. It was dark and romantic. Green candles floating in the air, the room smelt nice and there was even a bed in the middle of the room.

I tried not to gag, or scream, or let my tears escape my eyes.

A moment later the Mudblood entered.

Draco smiled --he had never smiled at me before-- and picked her up in his arms, kissing her.

I was so disgusted.

I wanted to leave but I couldn't because they might see me.

And thus, I spent half the night trying to block out the moans from my ears.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke, my eyes were puffy and red and never before was I so angry in my life.

I caught them in the act and now I was determined to end this forever. Draco would have to leave her and come to me even if it would be the last thing I'd do.

The Mudblood bitch was going down.