Chapter Seventeen Extra: Almost Caught

This scene was cut from the point between chapter sixteen and chapter seventeen. It follows the snog session that occurs after Blaise blackmails Draco into giving him Tori's position on the Slytherin Quidditch team. It was intended to start the next chapter, but it was too suggestive, the jokes were patheticand Draco was too immature. Plus it didn't contain anything of value to the story and the interaction between Pansy and Draco was wrong,

"Blahbleblahbler? Blah, blehblah. Blah-toria? Tori, wake up. We have to get up before anyone comes."

Victoria slowly became aware of the fact that someone was talking to her.

Groaning, she opened her eyes slightly to look for the source.

Grey eyes hovered before her, before joining a face with blonde hair.

"Draco, buggeroff…" she mumbled and closed her eyes again.

"As much as I would love to Potter, I can't. Your body is currently obstructing my path." He informed her.

"…Whacha mean?" she asked, trying to wade through the thick fog of sleep and make sense of the sentence.

"Your body is lying on top of mine, pinning me down and making it nearly impossible for me to get up with movement that would send us both crashing to the floor, attracting the unwanted attention of the entire Slytherin Commonroom." He stated.

"…Use less words. Too early to think…" as hard as she tried, she couldn't resist the lure of sleep, and was slowly losing her resistance.

She felt him sigh heavily. "You and me. On couch. Together. You on top. Me underneath. Slytherins coming soon." He said, struggling to keep his cool.

"That doesn't sound like something we'd do…" she commented softly, enjoying the warmth beneath her.

"Potter, Get. Off. Me." Draco snarled and pulled her hair.

Victoria's eyes flung open at the painful wake up call and she hurriedly pushed herself off him. Briefly she stood up before fatigue returned and she fell onto the other couch opposite.

With half-lidded eyes she watched as he sat up, smoothed his hair and began buttoning up his shirt.

As she watched, her memory returned and she woke up quicker than if she had been dunked in a bath filled with ice cubes.

Sitting bolt upright, she stared at him before choking in disbelief and shock.

He glanced up, worried. "What is it?"

Try as she might, she could not summon the strength to draw a proper breath and continued to choke quietly, struggling to come to grips with reality.

"You… me… we… Slytherin… Slythendor… Malfoy… Potter… we… we… we…"

"Shagged?" Draco supplied casually.

OR

"Snogged the hell out of each other, I know. I didn't think it would be such a problem, you seemed to enjoy it last night." Draco said casually.

"But… I… you… what the HELL was I THINKING?" she gasped.

Draco smirked. "I believe it was something along the lines of 'oh yes Draco, don't stop, oh god you're good, oh yes, mmmm, yes, oh god, DRACO!" he squealed quietly in falsetto, fluttering his lashes and heaving slightly to add to the impression.

Victoria's jaw dropped without her permission at the sight of the blonde squirming so deliciously.

She regained her sense of composure quickly though and became enraged and embarrassed at the suggestion. "I did not! Besides, you were the one gasping when I-"

She quickly shut up when she hear footsteps.

Draco moved into a normal sitting position and both members of the guilty party waited, tensed.

"Morning Draco darling!" Parkinson called cheerfully from the girls dormitory as she burst out.

"Pansy." Draco acknowledged her with a swift nod and a thin smile. "Good morning."

"Oh, but isn't i- oh, hello Potter." She sniffed disdainfully at her and stalked past.

"Hello to you too Parkinson. Might I say that you look particularly artificial this morning?" she replied with mock sweetness.

"Just because you don't touch make-up, doesn't mean the rest of us can't enjoy it." She scowled.

"Oh, so you enjoy applying layer after layer of blush, eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick. My mistake. I thought you were just trying to cover up your demonic tattoos." She smiled politely.

"You really are a vulgar little Slythendor, aren't you." She spat and turned to Draco for back up.

"You know, I had the most frightful dream last night." He said randomly.

"Oh really?" Pansy asked, cynical as to the abrupt change of topic.

"Yes. Congratulations Pansy. You're a dream come true."

Miffed, she turned and stalked off.

I've experimented with the transition of meaningless noise to words several times but it just never looks that good in writing, Also I couldn't decide whether to have Draco reply that they had shagged, or snogged, because the explosive reaction Victoria gives doesn't fit well with the snogged reply but the idea of two characters shagging while under the control of my pen, or rather keyboard, doesn't appeal to me. So I cut it.