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AN: This is kind of a Mary-Sue fic, but written with the intention of Mary-Sueness. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

As each day passed, Blaise found Aubrey more and more interesting. He wondered endlessly what 'Crashing' was, he knew that she hadn't told him in the least. But then, maybe she had.

When he tried to broach the subject of Aubrey with Draco, he just laughed and said that Blaise was just jealous that he was taking her to the dance and would win the bet. But it really wasn't about that…okay, Blaise admitted, smirking as he looked at the back of Aubrey's head during lunch one day. He was a little ticked over not taking her to the dance.

He studied the back of her head. Her hair was cute, falling past her shoulders and curling just a bit. It's color was adorable too, a dark purple that he knew was not natural. He had asked her about it one time, and Aubrey revealed that her natural hair color was jet black. He noted absently to himself that her hair had grown a bit since school started. Blaise also reminded himself to look at her eyes the next chance that he got, for he couldn't seem to remember just what color they were.

As if she could feel his eyes on her back, Aubrey turned and smiled at Blaise. He smiled back, and noted that her eyes were a washed out turquoise color. After a moment's hesitation, Aubrey came and sat down beside Blaise.

She didn't know why, but she liked Blaise. He made her feel safe and content. Draco, on the other hand, who was sitting just a few seats away, made her feel completely different. She was versed enough to know that what she felt for Draco was deep, insistent lust.

They talked about a few things, Aubrey mostly flirting and Blaise pretending to blush.

"So," Blaise said during a lull in the conversation, "You're going to the dance with Malfoy this Friday?"

Aubrey smiled and blushed, looking away. "Yeah, I guess I am." Aubrey's thoughts turned unreasonably to Crash, and what he would think if he knew that she had a date with someone else. They weren't together anymore, but she had a feeling that he would be pretty upset.

Blaise looked carefully at her, trying to see what it was she was thinking about. Taking a stab in the dark, just trying to get a rise out of her, he said, "What was his name?"

Aubrey jumped a little in her seat. She looked at him, blinking. "How do you know about him?"

"I don't," Blaise said simply, with a shrug. "But there's always someone from the past, isn't there? I guess I was at least right in supposing it was a he?"

Aubrey smiled nervously and laughed. "Yeah, it was a he. He was a near perfect example of manhood, as far as he was concerned. A bit like Draco, but not such a pretty boy, you know? Crash was more real than him."

"So his name was Crash?" Blaise was pleased with himself. He had caught her off guard and learned that she used to date a guy named Crash. Obviously, that had something to do with Crashing.

There was a long pause before Aubrey nodded her head. "His name was…" there was another pause; "…is Crash. His name is Crash."

"How long ago did you stop seeing him?" Blaise asked carefully.

"I don't know. It wasn't that long ago. Not too long before I decided to transfer to Hogwarts." Aubrey said calmly, picking at the woodwork of the table with a thumbnail.

"Did you come to Hogwarts because of him?"

"Yes and no. It wasn't just because of him, it was because of everything. But Crash was a big part of it, yeah." To her surprise, her eyes burned with the need to cry. Aubrey thought she had finished crying over Crash. She blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay and listened intently to Blaise's next question.

"Did you love him?"

Aubrey looked up at Blaise, the tears not stopping. A few rolled over her cheeks, leaving shiny trails. "Yes," she said, her voice thick. "I did love him."

And then, before anyone else could see her crying, Aubrey ran out of the Great Hall in the general direction of the toilets. Draco watched Aubrey run out without much interest, then turned to Blaise.

"What did you say?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Blaise shrugged. "I guess I dredged up some old memories."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Draco ventured with a raised eyebrow. When Blaise nodded, Draco stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. Blaise didn't particularly want to know what the jerk was up to now.

Draco came up to the girl's toilets and straightened his clothes. He took a deep breath and affected a concerned tone as he knocked softly on the door. "Aubrey? Are you okay in there? I saw you run out, and I thought I saw you crying too…" he heard a sniffle from behind the door. Then it opened, tentatively, and Aubrey stepped out, dabbing under her eyes with the sleeve of her robe.

"I'm okay," she murmured. "I just had a moment, that's all." Aubrey looked up at him, and Draco admired the way that her turquoise eyes sparkled, as they were still wet from the tears. "It was really sweet of you to make sure I was okay, Draco. Thanks." She half-smiled at him, and looked away.

"Well, I guess I care about you, Aubrey. I mean, you're more then just a pretty face, you know." Draco raked his hand through his hair in a confused, anxious manner. He leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Aubrey looked up at him. In her near two months at Hogwarts, she had come to know Draco rather well, preferring him and his friends' company over those from her own house. Even though she did feel close to him, she felt closer still to Blaise. Blaise was the one that she talked to the most, and even at times confined in. Draco, on the other hand, was the one that she playfully flirted with and joked around with. And then, there was always that deep, dark under toe of lust she felt for the good looking boy.

"I think I care about you too, Draco," Aubrey said, not smiling anymore. Now she was looking down at her shoes and blushing. She had never been this shy about her feelings before Crash.

Aubrey remembered the first time she saw Crash, or more accurately, noticed him. He had been sitting on the steps to the school with Jack and Winter. Aubrey had been dressed impeccably, in her crisp white tennis skirt and light blue blouse. Her hair (still honey colored) had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. She had just suited up for practice and was walking to her car when she passed them.

Her eyes had caught on his dark brown ones, and on the cigarette held in his beautiful hands. She had always loved his hands, and especially loved the way they felt on her. Aubrey watched him as he raised the cigarette to his full lips and taken a long, sensual drag, blowing the smoke her way. Then he did the most unthinkable thing possible:

He held it out in his hand and offered her a 'hit,' a hint of challenge in his voice and a bit of a smirk playing on his lips.

Aubrey had countered with her own impossible response: she set down her tennis racket and bag, and took the slim white cylinder in her hand. It was light, barely there, and she looked at it as she sat down. Aubrey took a drag and nearly coughed up a lung. She skipped tennis practice to get acquainted with Crash, Jack, and Winter, and spent the better part of the evening doing so. In two weeks she and Crash were officially an item.

Aubrey was brought out of her pleasurable little flashback by the feel of Draco's eyes on her. She looked up only to find his face mere inches from her own. He took her chin in his strong hand and held it firmly as he kissed her.

The kiss was mind blowing. At first when Draco parted his lips and licked Aubrey's bottom lip, she resisted and wouldn't part her lips for him. He bit her lip then, shoving his tongue in her mouth. Aubrey shuddered at his forcefulness and gave in to her carnal desires.

Soon one of his hands found its way to her waist, the other touched her delicate neck, rubbing his finger over her collar bone. Aubrey put her hands on him in a similar manner as he drew her close to him, roughly. Her knees went weak as the kiss deepened, and he didn't allow her to stop. He maneuvered her so he was pressing her against the wall, holding her up, pressing against her with his well sculpted body.

Aubrey moaned as Draco's lips moved from her mouth to her ear. He breathed onto it, his breath hot and moist; erotic. His teasing tongue darted out for a taste, it grazed the rim of her ear and Aubrey stiffened with a whimper. Her ears had always been a gratifying place for her.

Then his teeth closed on her earlobe, pulling and nipping it. Aubrey would have fallen down if it wasn't for his body holding her up. She shuddered again and tried to pull away from the intense passion, but that just made his grip on her tender flesh tighten.

"Draco," she breathed, and that was all she could manage. No plea for him to stop, no assertion for him to continue. She was stunned by the sheer raw animal attraction she had for him, and didn't know what to do.

Soon, thankfully and pitifully at the same time, Draco stepped away from her. Aubrey was left still panting, looking at him with hungry eyes. She hadn't wanted someone like this since Crash. Draco was breathing in a heavy manner himself, and he gave her bottom a squeeze with his strong hand. He smirked as she groaned.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Draco said, smirking all the more. Aubrey nodded her head demurely, heat flooded through her body. She could feel her nipples harden as Draco's hand slipped smoothly under her shirt to caress her back. He was standing just far enough away so she couldn't touch him.

It was maddening, to be so close to something she wanted to touch, but so far away in so many other respects. Aubrey wanted to lean forward, or reach out a hand, but the suspense, the self denial…it was all so sexual, in a chilling way. She ached for him to touch her in more places then just the small of her back, to have his skin touching hers, to have his mouth touching hers.

Draco could see it in her eyes. Aubrey wanted to be dominated by him. If he was so inclined, she would let him throw her on the ground and fuck the hell out of her. And, even more amazing, she would probably get off while he was doing it. Draco didn't often see this kind of girl, but he liked them. They were completely submissive to anyone that cared to take control over them. Girls like Aubrey didn't want to have to think or act, they wanted to be told what to do.

And Draco was more then happy to do just that. He extracted his hand from underneath her shirt, drawing a slight moan of protest from Aubrey's full lips. Draco leaned forward, not touching Aubrey, and whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

"I'll see you later," he whispered, and turned to go. Aubrey caught his sleeve in her hand and looked at him, pleading.

"You have to leave now?" she near-whispered.

Draco pulled his hand away from her gently, his smirk flickering briefly to a smile. "Yeah, babe. I got stuff to do." And with that, he whisked off.

"Oh, Cuddles, can you believe it?" she asked, lying on her back that night. "He is so hot! God, I think Draco might be my new crush." Aubrey stretched out a hand and scratched Cuddles behind an ear, making her purr. "It felt so good to be in his arms, so right. I can't wait for the dance on Friday."