Chapter 3 This is war…

In the Slytherin common room Dawn was up late, everyone else was in bed. She could not get Pansy's face out of her head as she remembered the look it had bore. Shock, pain mixed with anger. Disbelief. Pansy had left her alone after she took her the plate last night. She had stayed away from her completely. Dawn preferred that. What she did not prefer was Pansy crying over Draco thinking Dawn wanted him. The kiss was a fluke. A one time thing. It would not happen again.

Draco stood watching Dawn as she stared at the fire. He quietly walked down the stairs, and said, "See, I told you, I always get what I want."

"You smug Bastard." She stood up and gazed at him full of loathing. "Don't you worry, Draco, mark my words. It will NOT HAPPEN AGAIN." The last words came from low in her throat, menacing, they were almost a growl.

"I already told you I like feisty women," he said haughtily. He grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. He whispered against her ear, "and I always get what I want." He lowered his lips to hers, waiting for her to respond. She did, and he let go of her arms. As soon as her arm was free she slapped him right across the face as hard as she could.

She quickly left the Dorm. She walked right out the front door and down to the Lake. Not surprisingly, Acacia sat on the bank.

"What happened?" she said, her voice low and soft.

"The mother fucker kissed me!"

"You didn't like it?"

"Hush."

"You didn't like it?" Acacia repeated, a small smile forming on her lips. She knew her sister had very much liked it. Very much indeed, and whether Dawn knew she did yet or not. Acacia's intuition wasn't completely a sister thing. Well, part of it was, but both girls knew that

Acacia's vision had always been clearer. More of a Seer.

"Well, I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Yeah."

"So why are you hurting?"

"Pansy. Pansy walked in on it."

"Ah."

"You should have seen her face. It was horrible. She was so sad."

"And you feel bad…why?" Acacia wasn't really asking a question, she was more or less saying that there is no reason to feel bad over this.

"I just do."

"Then tell her so."

Acacia had much more than this on her mind. Ron was never going to tell Hermione how he felt, and she felt torn between the romantic woes of her sister and someone who was as close as one. She rose and walked back to the castle, leaving Dawn staring in her wake.

Acacia sighed as she walked back into the castle. "She is worried about Pansy?" she scoffed. "She wasn't too worried when she was kicking the shit out of Pansy." The image brought a smile to her lips. She figured she was imagining it exactly as it happened. She, after all, was the one who taught her sister to fight, and vice versa. They had been each other's first punching bags.

"She will figure it out. Because Draco does not even like Pansy. And it is better Pansy suffer a small heartbreak now, than a very large one later."

She knew her sister would end up with Draco. She had known it since the first day of school. Her thoughts went to Hermione and that same day, the day they met. Third year, very first day. She had gotten sorted into Gryffindor and Dawn into Slytherin. When she got to the table, she sat by a very bushy haired girl.

Across the table was The Boy Who Lived. She remembered looking at his scar and her stomach turned knowing it was her father that had put it there, at the cost of Harry's family.

She had averted her eyes by looking up at the ceiling, saying, "I just love this."

"It is bewitched, you know," the bushy haired girl said.

"Yeah, I know, I read it in Hogwarts: A History."

The bushy haired girl squealed in delight and had flung her arms around Acacia's neck, squeezing the breath out of her.

Ron and Harry had looked at each other and Ron had said in an oddly frightened voice, "OH NO! There are two of them!"

Acacia chuckled at the memory as she climbed through the portrait hole. She was very tired and wanted to get some sleep.

Dawn returned to the common room to find Pansy waiting on her. Pansy looked furious. Her face looked as if she had cried very recently.

"Pansy…"

"No, I don't want to hear it. You kissed him. You know he is mine, haven't I made that crystal clear?" her voice held a threat.

"He kissed me. I already told him I didn't want him."

"Oh right, and why would he kiss you? He would never like a nasty bitch like you."

"Nasty bitch? Excuse me, do I need to kick your arse again? You aren't thinking straight. And apparently he does like me, otherwise he would not have kissed me, twice." She drew the last word out like a snake hiss, relishing the impact that word had on the other girl. She no longer felt bad for the kiss, or for Pansy.

Millicent Bulstrode and Emma Jones came down the stairs glaring at Dawn.

"Well, if the Three Broomsticks aren't reunited!" she spat. She got glares from the other girls. "Oh, you don't know why I call you that? It is because every boy in this dorm from third year and up have had a fucking ride!"

Millicent and Emma turned and went back up to the dorm.

"This is war," Pansy sneered. She turned and started up the stairs to the dorm.

"You want a war, bitch? I'll give you a goddamn war. I won't even have to try to take him, he comes to me anyway, but I will take him. I will do everything in my power to make sure he never kisses your fucking lips again."

Pansy paused, hand on the banister about half way up the stairs. "You can try…" she said.

"I won't have to try hard." Draco heard the yelling and came out of the boy's dorm. He looked at Pansy and walked down the boy's stairs.

"Draco, come here," Pansy demanded.

"No, Draco, come here," Dawn purred, in a sexy voice. She looked into his eyes, he looked confused. She twisted a lock of her hair around her finger and leaned her back against the back of the couch, propping her elbows on it and causing her breasts to stick out a bit more.

Confusion was instantly replaced by lust in Draco's eyes and he walked down the rest of the stairs, and up to her. She leaned up and ran a hand through his soft platinum blonde hair.

"Kiss me," she said, staring him in the eye.

He looked at Pansy. Pansy said nothing. She appeared to be holding her breath.

"Kiss me," Dawn repeated, in a whisper. He turned and pressed his lips to Dawn's, and she kissed him more passionately and thoroughly than she had ever kissed anyone before.

Pansy stormed up the steps and out of sight.

Draco broke the kiss, panting, a very hungry look in his eyes. "That was a funny one, I'll have to remember that. Three Broomsticks!"

In her own dorm room, Acacia's eyes popped open. Dawn's emotions were flaring and she kept sending flashes to Acacia. The elder sister was savvy enough to put the pieces together and she smiled. "I told you so!" she said quietly. "Three broomsticks! Ha!"

"What?" said Hermione. She was awake, puzzling over Ron.

"Nothing, I'll tell you tomorrow. Go to sleep."

Acacia made a mental note to corner Ron tomorrow and threaten him within an inch of his life if he did not quit torturing her friend soon.

"Why is he such an idiot?" Hermione whispered.

"Pardon?"

"Ron."

"Come over here, I can barely hear you."

Hermione went to Acacia's bed and Acacia pulled the curtains and put an Imperturbable spell on them and turning to her friend she asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know! Sometimes I want to smack him…"

"With your lips?"

Hermione blushed. "Yeah. Sometimes I just want to beat…him…into…a…bloody…pulp," she said punching her hand between words. "And sometimes, he looks at me just this one way and it is all I can do –"

"Not to smack him with your lips."

"Exactly," Hermione sighed, gesturing to Lavender's bed "If I hear her call him 'Won-Won' one more time I think I will be sick.

Acacia sniggered, "I think we all will."

Pansy was trying her level best to get to Dawn after the other night when they had had their huge argument, resulting in a declaration of war.

Draco entered the common room to find Dawn sitting on a chaise lounge in the corner near the boys stairs. She was reading a library book about potions and was stretched out comfortably. He walked over to her and sat at her feet. Pansy entered a few minutes behind him, scowling in their direction and stubbornly sitting in a chair near the fire as if daring Dawn to touch Draco.

Dawn smiled wickedly and sat up, and as she did Draco noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned very low into her cleavage. Draco moved toward her, unable to see Pansy's face, not that he would have cared if he could had.

Dawn reached out for Draco as he moved toward her, wrapping her right leg over his lap and pulling him onto her as she leaned back. She tilted her chin up and kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip as she did so. Her hands went up to his shoulders and pushed his robes back off of them.

Watching Draco's robes being pushed off, Pansy jumped from her chair and left the common room.

Dawn pushed Draco away. "Get off me, Draco."

"What?" Draco was confused and angry, "just like that?"

"Just like that," Dawn replied picking up her book.

Draco stormed up the stairs to his dorm and a light smile played over Dawn's lips. 'I told you, bitch, if you want a war – you got one,' she thought menacingly.

Over the next few days, Dawn made quite a show of snogging Draco anytime Pansy or one of her friends were in the room. Draco had liked the attention at first, but he was really beginning to feel used, and the feelings he had for her were definitely not going away. If anything they were getting worse – especially with her snogging him all the time – causing him to ache inside and not understanding why. No girl had ever affected him like this. She would get him started and then push him away. He was definitely not used to rejection.

He finally could not take it anymore –

he had had enough.

Draco was sitting in the common room on the couch reading a comic book – he had confiscated it from a first year – and was laughing out loud when Pansy walked into the common room. Checking to be sure Dawn was no where around she walked over to Draco and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Draco rolled his eyes and gave her a disgusted look, "What do you want?" he asked impatiently.

"Drackey, you know what I want," she simpered and smiled running her finger down his neck and chest.

She batted her eyelashes at him, but he looked revolted.

"I've missed you," she said pouting in a way that she clearly thought looked sexy.

She got up from his lap and started to dance, undoing her blouse as she went.

'You have got to be fucking kidding me,' Dawn thought, watching from the shadows – she had been sitting under her invisibility cloak on her favorite chaise. She hadn't wanted to be disturbed, and until Pansy had started dancing things had been fine, now Dawn thought she was going to be sick. The scene before her was disgusting, Pansy had absolutely no rhythm.

Dawn herself used to go to teen clubs before she transferred to Hogwarts and both her and her sister knew how to move. Shutting her book as quietly as possible, she stowed it in her bag and walked to the door of the common room and took off her cloak. Turning to walk back in as if she had just gotten there, she walked in cautiously to see Draco sneak a peak in her direction. Pansy obviously hadn't heard a thing as she continued to gyrate and pump her hips vulgarly. Pansy moved closer to him and Draco reached out for her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her down to straddle his lap, where she ground against him pathetically, at least in Dawn's opinion. Pansy leaned down and Draco kissed her, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster considering he thought he was going to throw up, 'but Dawn does not know that,' he reminded himself and continued kissing Pansy. What bothered him most was that even though they were only snogging Pansy was now moaning and groaning like a sexpot in a dirty magazine – much like the ones he had under his bed that he looked at when he tossed off. 'That's right,' he thought, 'concentrate on that blonde in 'Wild Witch Women Weekly' that waves and blows kisses and then touches her self.' He tried to picture that, but Pansy's tongue felt like a cold slug in his mouth so his mental images were not working. He knew that he was only doing this to piss Dawn off, and hoped it was working. That would show her to tease him.

Dawn could not explain why, but for some reason this was making her jealous – she had the craziest desire to rip Pansy off of Draco by her hair.

She entered the room fully and cleared her throat quite loudly.

Draco smiled in his kiss to Pansy – he had been waiting on her to come in – and then jumped up sending Pansy crashing into the floor, topless.