Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 02 - Encounters

Blaise grunted primitively.

Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were locked in some sort of wrestling match involving their tongues, it seemed. They didn't seem to take Blaise's hint and continued most sordidly.

'Since you two are practically shagging,' Blaise criticised, 'could you at least get a room?'

Draco pulled loose and gave him a sort of glare. 'Just because you can't get a girl of your own doesn't mean you can try to ruin every relationship you see,' he sneered.

Pansy gave a smile, like it was every person's dream to be called Draco's 'girl'.

Draco, however, felt the bile in himself as he said this. He knew what a lie it was. Relationship? What relationship? In all honesty, Draco was a little sick of Pansy. I mean, Draco thought, she's pretty and Pureblood and all. But how goddamn annoying can you be? He wasn't sure why he still accepted to be her boyfriend.

Pansy flipped her long dark hair. 'Yeah Blaise,' she purred. 'But since you asked so nicely, we'll take it to Draco's bedroom.' She was implying something, of course, and Draco knew exactly what she had in mind. He felt an annoyance at her.

Although they did indeed go to his room, they did not shag like bunnies as Pansy intended. Draco pulled free and took a bit of a stroll with the excuse, 'I have matters to attend to.'

It wasn't exactly a lie. He sort of did have matters to attend to. They were just … matters in his mind. Professor Snape had been missing for two years. Draco was lost; two sides of him waging war on each other. One was convinced that it'd been his fault Professor Snape had been missing. The other argued what really mattered was that Dumbledore was dead: and he had almost been his murderer.

Draco had convinced myself that the guilt he was feeling was for Professor Snape's sake, not Dumbledore's. Living in this lie, he had gotten through the summer pretty well. His mother was very shaken up but it was alright, if awkward. He was not prepared, however, for his final year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy, you may ask, afraid? Yes, he was afraid. He had been so many times in the past, although Harry Potter was perhaps the only one who has ever really known it, much to Draco's dismay.

He couldn't help overhearing snippets of a conversation ahead of him; down the hall.

'We can't really be together Hermione, you know that.'

'Yeah, good point. And if everyone knew you and Harry liked each other … well, not the best publicity for you guys.'

'I know --'

The girl cut short mid-sentence. Draco had just bumped into her. He was deep in thought and bewilderment to acknowledge it at once. Harry Potter? A secret girlfriend? A sensation burned within his chest that he chose not to identify.

He looked up, incredibly surprised to see Ginny Weasley and that Mudblood girl, Granger. 'Get your filthy Mudblood friend and your blood-traitor face out of my sight!' he hissed with more malice than intended. In fact, he hadn't really planned on saying anything at all, it had just … burst out.

'How much did you hear?' Granger blurted out.

'I have no time for your petty gossip,' he lied coolly.

Ginny looked bewildered and angry. 'Don't call her that!' she snapped.

She lifted her wand threateningly. Draco, in what he argued was a precaution, stunned her with a loud yell of 'Stupefy!' and ran off.

He panted as he leaned against the wall. Why did I do that, he thought, confounded. Other than belonging to a tainted family of blood-traitors, he had always been rather impartial to her. Well, she was going out with Potter now, wasn't she? Was that it then? This strange new emotion that made his chest want to explode was perplexing.

Author's Notes

SIGH. YES. Draco is not a virgin. Not in this story. I figured, Pansy being the way she's described in the books, just wouldn't be a virgin at seventeen. And she'd definitely would want to lose her virginity to the ever-godly Malfoy. Don't worry, I won't put explicit sex scenes in here (I'm only 13, dammit), it's mostly just little slip-ins like this. And ooh, is Draco jealous? ;) Harry struck a sore spot there.

Maybe I'll include some implicit stuff for you pervy ones out there ;D But nothing explicit at all.