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Author's Note: Thank you very much for the positive feedback, I'll admit the last chapter seems a bit discombobulated but it all apart of the scene. Anyway, I hope that we will set up more Harry/Xan action in this chapter, more devious tricks and does my public request a sex scene where someone doesn't pass out?

Chapter Ten: Life in the Fast Lane

I sat in the slytherin common room rubbing my temples. I had the worst hangover in my entire life. The worst. I had woken up with no memory how I had gotten it. Moon had to help me dress I was so fucked up. God . . . I just wanted to die. I was swilling potions and pills like you wouldn't believe. The strange thing is that I usually don't get hangovers, so it leads me to wonder what the fuck I was doing.

"Holy fuck," Draco exclaimed, walking into the common room with Blaise and Teddy in step. "What in the bloody hell happened to you?"

I glared up at them. Naturally, the three were just glowing, ejaculated in less than 12 hours. How I hated them right now. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

"Yeah," Teddy said squatting down to eye level with me. "You look even more hideous than usual. Even with your natural hair."

I sneered at him. That was uncalled for. I knew that. I wasn't a natural beauty by any means and waking up with a bitch hangover doesn't do much for you. My black locks were in knots and I didn't have the competency to put on makeup. "Sod off," I growled.

"Can't you at least brush your hair?" Blaise commented.

"Sod off," I repeated.

"Whatever," Teddy said standing you. "You won't be winning the bet looking like that." He was right and I hated that. So as I lay on the couch with a throbbing head, I wondered just how I could make their lives hell.

With five minutes to get to potions, I realized I would have to take the thinking on to road. I unsuccessfully charmed my hair, leaving it a ratty ponytail. God, one of these days I might want to take the time and actually look nice. For once.

I turned a sharp corner trying to get to Snape's class ( I was late) and someone, I crashed with someone. Sprawled out on the floor, vision blurry, someone started to help me up. I turned and realized it was wonderboy. My mind was elsewhere and I unconsciously said, "Thanks, Harry."

"You're welcome, Xandra."

I stopped, turned back, stared. He was staring at me too as though he had felt the same unconscious pull. Oh bloody hell. Don't tell me that whatever I had done Saturday night had not involved him.

I ran to Snape's.

"Good morning, Ms. Marlow," he drawled as I went to take my seat, obviously behind the expected hour. "Late Mr. Potter," Snape said sharply when wonderboy appeared just seconds after me.

Throughout the entire lecture wonderboy and I kept stealing glances at eachother. I hated this. I had no idea what I had done but by now I was sure it involved him too. Snape had busted him for being hungover. I had to figure this out.

I struggled to stay conscious throughout the class but once it ended I was out that door. Alas, I wasn't fast enough because Harry Potter was about five steps ahead of me. "Marlow!" I spun around at the sound of my name.

It was Ronaldo. "Can I talk to you?""About what?" I asked. I wasn't exactly in the mood for this.

"I need information."

I looked around before replying. "Walk with me." I led him up an alternate flight of stairs, the long route to charms. "So what do you need?"

"What do you know about who Hermione's dating?"

I smirked, "What your best friend wouldn't even tell you who she was involved with?" His cheeks blushed a frustrated red. "I'll take that for a no."

"Just do you know anything or not?"

I picked up the pace a little bit. It has been my experience making someone walk fast while extracting deals can be very profitable. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Maybe I have a name or maybe I have a history. What will you give me?"

"Wait, what do you mean what will I give you? I thought –"

"Nothing comes without a price, Weasley," I grinned. "You off all people should know that."

He thought for a moment and just when he opened his mouth, I filled in. "You give me information on a few people from gryffindor house."

"Fine," he growled. "Just tell me what you know."

I smirked, payback for Mr. Zabini. "Rumor has it Hermione Granger is seriously attracted to Mr. Zabini, if you catch my drift. First hand knowledge says she is the hottest shag around." I threw him a wink. "I hope that helps." It was so entertaining to watch Ronaldo come over with anger for a flight of stairs. I almost wanted to help him. Almost.

"Now in return," I began. His head snapped to me, as though he had forgotten about that part. "I want Harry Potter."

"What?" he exclaimed. I quickly covered his mouth to shut him up as we entered a more populate hallway. This was the second time such an outburst had occurred. "No way! I am not going to rat out my best mate!"

I rolled my eyes. I considered threatening him but it probably would have done me no good. Time for a lie. "You don't have to pay me back then."

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

I heaved a sigh, "Because I don't really care about the information. Happy, Weasley?" Oh good show, Marlow. Fabulous job. He took the bait and that was that. I suppose I could have asked him something about Seamus but I highly doubt Weasley can keep a secret of any kind. I would wage my fortune that all his dorm mates know about our little deal. Save wonderboy possibly.

Later, during the last class of the day, Herbology, I was sitting next to Pansy when she said something that oddly enough, grabbed my attention. "I saw you with him."

"Huh?" I asked lighting a cigarette in the back of the greenhouse. It is a fucking layer in here. Gryffindors up front, then two miles back (figuratively speaking) slytherins. Professor Sprout hates our guts (with good reason, my father and Nott were responsible for revoking her family's estate in order to build a phoenix farm. They gave her a handsome check but she never forgave the offspring. "What od you mean you saw me?"

"I saw you with Harry Potter," she said, staring at me intently, as though I didn't know I had indeed been with wonderboy. "Draco and I were getting a um, late night drink."

"I already know he shagged you senseless so why not be straight with me," I said, blowing smoke into a plant.

She gave me a frustrated look. "You don't understand everything, Xan. You don't understand what we have."

"Yes, I do. You have a platonic relationship based on sex."

She brushed off the comment and dove into her actual point. "Speaking of platonic, care to share why you with bloody boy wonder himself?"

"I am engaged in a bet with Zabini and Theo. We each have to sleep with our specific targets, date them and take them to the Valentine's ball."

"And your target his Harry Potter?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Who do Blaise and Theo have?"

"Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley."

"Who is Draco betting on?"

"Odds are in favor of Blaise."

She thought for a moment before saying, "Let me help you. Do something with this black rag –" she lifted up fistful of hair " -- and we will be in business."

"Shouldn't you be routing for the man that gets you off?"

"If it's platonic like you say, then he shouldn't give a rat's arse."

I grinned deviously. I knew there was a reason why I hung around with her. Her truly slytherin moments make up for her idealistic core. You know, that feminine hope that the boy you are crushing on will give you the fairytale, though at the same time she is well aware fairytales are logically impossible. That's the funny thing about wizards and witches. Many do not posses logic, of any kind.

"What did you have in mind, Parkinson?"

"Well," she said, a grin stretching across her face. "I do owe you a makeover, I might be able to do a little bit more. Clothing wise."

"You're going to turn me into a skank?"

"No," she said hotly. "I will make you so gorgeous harry fucking potter will drop dead."

"What of my skankiness?"

"NO," she nearly shouted. "Are you bloody challenging me, Marlow?"

"You bet."
"You will eat your words," she said darkly.

About an hour later was I sitting in our dorm room with my back to the mirror. "Haven't you picked up that color three times already?"

"You aren't going to win this bet if you keep complaining."

"I am crafty, conniving and clever. Even I should be allowed some time to complain, Pansy."

"Do you want to look butch you entire life, Marlow?"

"I can still get laid. Isn't that all there is to it?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Probably because you bloody rape them."

"It's purely consensual."

"Yeah right."

Pansy just rolled her eyes and continued her "makeover". Honestly I don't know what could take this long. If I had known I probably wouldn't have volenteered to her torture.

"There. Finished."

For as long as it had taken, it suddenly didn't feel like that much time. I was spun around to face the mirror and it was phenominal. My hair was a silky jet black and had a light curl down by my shoulders, my face was no longer spanking pale but made a crew with blush and blemishes of all kinds had just disappeared. My eye color stood out from the pale pink eyeshadow and my lips were full and actually had color.

"You are inmpressive, Pansy."

"Damn right," she said folding her arms and admiring her handiwork. "Now all we have to get you to do is where some nicer robes."

"I will stick with the ones people know me for," I said, moving towards the door. "How else will the recognize me."

"Fine, fine," she said waving her hand. "I don't want you in my clothes anyway. So what is your plan?"

"I always have a plan," I said.

"Mind sharing?"

I smirked. "I am going to make Potter an offer he can't refuse."

"What you mean blackmail?"

"No, just trap him and his conscience."

"Oh yes, I've heard gryffindors have a lot of that."

"Thank you, Pansy," I said grabbing my cloak and moving to the exit.

"Wait!" she protested. "I am coming with you!"

I raised my eyebrows then shrugged. "Why not?"

We hurried down to the pitch and were just in time to see the slytherins advance, in preparation to kick the gryffindors out. "What happened to you, Marlow?" Blaise was the first to notice me.

"Don't tell me, Pansy got 'er hands on you," Morgan said twisting her face.

"Draco seems to like it," I said with a smirk. The blond was gaping at me.

My comment brought him out of his trance and he snorted. "If I knew you weren't such a bitch then maybe we could talk." Everyone 'oo'ed.

"I see what you're trying to do, Marlow," Theo said. "But it won't work." He took his broom and took a few strides towards the gryffindors. "Oi, Weasley!" he shouted. This should be amusing. "Is it legal to be playing with knockers like those going up and down on the pitch?"

Blaise and I shared a glance. There was no way he was going to win the bet talking like that.

"Go back to your hole, Nott!" she shouted back.

"Only if I can take you with me!" when there was no immediate response, he turned to us, grinning in triumph. That expression was properly knocked off his face when he was hit in the head with a rock.

"Fuck!" he shouted, rubbing his head. "Bloody bint."

"You're going to have to try harder if you want to get into my pants, Nott!" Gotta giver the Weasley girl props for being feisty.

"Oh we all know you're a slut," Draco called. He had money on Nott which was the only reason why he cared.

"Stuff it, Malfoy!" Ronaldo looked like he was going to burst.

"Sod off!" Harry contributed.

Was it just me or was Seamus staring at me?

"Make me!" Draco challenged. Why must it always be about him him him? I mean for god's sake it was Theo who provoked them first. Perhaps this was why this bloke was such a prat. Theo just has a temper. I mean, I would too, in fact we all do. Thus the result of a represive childhood. Still, they were both unsmooth prats.

So Ronaldo and wonderboy got up into Theo and Draco's face, both sides throwing insults while both teams circled around them. Pretty much cheering them on. While I am usually up for kicking some ass, I had business to take care of.

"Draco, Teddy, don't you dare lay a hand on Potter."

"What did you just say, Marlow?" they both looked at me in surprise, as did everyone else except Pansy.

"I don't want you hurting my bloke," I said calmly. Ronaldo was staring at me with an open mouth, Seamus looked like a statue and Potter was . . . quite quick to pick up on it. He shoved Draco off of him and I took his arm, kissing him on the cheek. "Have a good practice boys," I said giving my kind a wink. "Come on baby," I said in a degrading manner to wonderboy before guiding him off the pitch.

"I know what you're doing, Marlow," he hissed as we walked.

"Oh really? What is it pumpkin?" I was having so much fun it should be a crime.

"You won't win," he continued. "You will be eating you lies by the end of this game."

"Game?" I faked shock and gave him sweet eyes. "I was hoping you would appreciate my dressing up for you, Potter. It's shows quite genuinely my intentions."

He shifted and I knew Pansy must have done something right. He regained himself at least in words quite quickly. "I don't know exactly what type of stunt you and your slytherin lot are trying to pull but two can play your game."

I smirked. This was getting more and more interesting. Not to mention more and more to my advantage. "Can you play this?" I pushed him up against the wall of the lockerroom and gave him a kiss he wouldn't likely forget. Neither would the two quidditch teams watching.

"No going back now, is there, wonderboy?" I said with a smirk that shows I am oh-so-clever.

My expression changed when his suddenly mirrored mine. "No. No there isn't . . . Xandra." He said my first name with a devilish challenge then he bent me over and kissed me in a passionate exercise of exhibitionism. He proved himself not second to my kissing abilities in any way.

This was going to be entertaining.

Author's Note: So sorry this took me forever to get up. I just wasn't feeling it for a few days there. Anyway, the plot has sped up a bit. Exciting eh? See you all in the next chapter! I would love your feedback.