Chapter 8

Draco was beside himself. He couldn't believe that all along Mrs. Weasley was the one who was bad mouthing him to Hermione. This was an interesting piece of information he couldn't wait to tell Pansy. Ron and Ginny's mother...brilliant. He made his way to the dungeons with a vast stride in his step. Upon entering the Slytherin common room with determination, he scared a few first years to their dorms. As he made his way around to Pansy's room he couldn't help but to snicker in anticipation of telling her the news.

"You would not believe what I found out!" He said before the door even closed behind him.

"Okay...what's up with you?" Pansy said with half interest.

"Are you ready for this? I've recently discovered that our dear Mrs. Weasley is the one who sent the letters to Hermione urging her to stay away from me."

"Interesting turn...didn't see that coming...yes, very interesting," her thoughts now engrossed in her plan.

"Yes, isn't it? I now plan to devote all my energies to destroying the bitch.!"

"Ah, and the plot thickens. It appears that Ginny has fallen for her DADA tutor...none other than 'the boy who lived' himself."

"I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will just love that!" Draco said sarcastically.

"Yeah, but unfortunately 'the chosen one' is moving like a first year charms student."

"What's your plan of attack?" asked Draco...actually curious.

"I rat Ginny out to mommy, mommy goes ballistic and ends the relationship, Boo Hoo!"

"But who will Ginny and Harry turn to for help...I wonder?" knowing full well Ginny will go to Pansy first.

"Ginny is planning on going away with Marcus for winter break. I'll need you to speed up her sexual awakening."

"I'm at your service," he said with a sneer as he walked to Pansy's bed and helped himself to comfort but leaning up against the head board and putting his legs up...shoes still on and clearly not caring.

"Thank you," she replied as she casually walked over and helped herself to his lap, mimicking his position by using his chest as a head board.

Instinctively he started massaging her neck and shoulders and was pleased when she let out an ever so slight moan. "That feels good," she confirmed.

"Ah, Pansy, you're so tense," he joked.

"I know, I hate it when things don't go my way, it makes me so...horny," and she turned to lick his cheek to drive the point home.

"I hate it too," was all he could think to say as she continued to grind into his lap.

"Seems like things are looking up for you though," Pansy said with a duel meaning in mind.

"It appears so," as Draco closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe.

"Any luck with your girl?"

"Moving along quite well, I must say."

"Have you succeeded in your task?" Pansy inquired hopefully and she continued to reach down and stroke his increasingly hard member.

"Any day now..."

"Well, please, you must let me know when you do, until then though...down boy." It was with that last word she removed herself from Draco's aching body and strolled out of her room to head up for dinner.

"OH COME ON!" was all Draco could shout after her.