Two of a Kind
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Chapter 5: Back at Hogwart's…
Persiopeia's pov
I don't know what I thought yelling at Pansy Parkinson would do, or how it would make me feel. I know that I should have rejoiced at the fact that my parents can't marry me off to Mouth-foy, but for christ's sake, I lost a match to Pansy Parkinson! I threw my covers off of me in an attempt to get comfortable on my bed, but my mind was having nothing of it.
'You're upset because you lost to Pansy Parkinson,' was my first, most reasonable thought.
'You're upset because you pity Draco,' came the next thought.
'Your father just has you freaked out,' and I agreed with that one.
Then, out of nowhere, one last, troubling thought disturbed my musings: 'Maybe, you're upset about him, not your father, not Pansy, but about Draco.'
I was sick of my own company. I had started to get out of bed when I received a surprise visitor: Draco Malfoy.
Draco's pov
I don't quite recall how I ended up finding out the secret of climbing to the girls' dormitory. It may have come from Zabini, or Crabbe, or perhaps Pansy herself. I'd never used that knowledge before, but that night, when Pia stormed off to her room, I knew how useful that knowledge could be. I figured the girls' prefects' dorms would be much the same: the floor becomes slippery and uneven, and when a guy steps down, a screaming siren goes off to alert the Head of House and other professors that an 'intruder' was making his way to the girls.
Everyone in the common room was busy paying attention to Pansy, who was milking Pia's outburst for all it was worth. Pia was already rather unpopular, and Pansy was going to completely sink her reputation. I knew I couldn't stop that, so I headed for Pia's room, which was not too far from mine, save for the fact that I had to trick the dormitory. I said a silent thank-you to Pansy, who unwittingly made it possible for me to find Pia. Who am I kidding? Pansy did everything unwittingly. She is Pansy, after all.
Turns out that by the time you become a prefect, the Headmaster must trust you or figure that you'd break his charms, because there were no 'security measures' that I had to break. I just walked up to her door. I heard the thrashing of a body on sheets when I arrived at Pia's door. I hadn't seen Zabini all day, and the noises I heard made my blood run cold. I threw my shoulder into the door, completely disregarding the fact that my wand was in my hand. When I opened it, I don't know what I expected, but I know what I saw.
Pia was tossing and turning, muttering to herself, but she was not being attacked.
"Next time you worry me, can you at least have the decency to actually be in danger," I growled at her, and she sat up and looked at me.
"What in bloody hell are you doing here!" she screeched, launching herself off of her bed. Bad idea, because she was only in a big t-shirt, not even shorts, just a shirt and panties. I saw her shapely legs, watched them until they reached the hem of the most seductive quidditch t-shirt I'd ever seen. She wasn't wearing a bra, I could tell by the way her breasts heaved as she yelled at me.
Pia launched herself at me, colliding in an effort to shove me out of her room; I moved a fraction of an inch, so when she hit me, we fell against the door, closing it tight. I heard a click, and I knew that she had previously charmed it to lock upon closing.
I looked deep into her eyes, the darkest green I had ever seen, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her, so gently I thought I had not touched her.
A slap told me I had.
Persiopeia's pov
"What the bloody hell d'you think you're doing!" I screeched as I broke Malfoy's kiss. I knew I was in trouble when I started to like it; that's when I had ended the kiss. I felt my body react too well to his presence, and it felt like my bed was mocking us.
Malfoy just looked at me as if I'd confiscated his favorite toy. I felt much the same way. I wanted to know what would have happened if I had let him continue: would he have kissed me, held me; made love to me? Or would he hold it against me, set me up, and elevate Pansy's importance? I felt the tears begin, so I stood and let him up.
"Draco," I said quietly, not believing I let myself say his name, "You need to not be here. Pansy's in the common room, and if she were to go looking for you and find you here…" I trailed off.
"Who gives a bloody shit about PP? I'm here with you right now, and I thought you were being attacked by Zabini or worse. What was all the noise I heard before I came in?" Draco said harshly, and his voice was rough. He was worried about me! The little bugger cared about me.
"No one was attacking me! I couldn't sleep, not after PP –is that what you called her? How fitting—and that dreadful meeting, my father, and you getting her pregnant," all my words came out in a hurry, and I said more than I realized.
"I came here to tell you I didn't get her pregnant. I don't want to marry her, or be with her, or anyone—Why am I explaining myself to you? You do nothing but aggravate me. I'm leaving, but I'll be back to collect you for our rounds before last toll at midnight. Take a nap until then; you looked like you needed to recover after your father and his escapades," Draco rasped, turning and opening the door to let himself out.
"That's it? You're just going to leave? You didn't get her pregnant, you don't want her or anyone else? And I aggravate you? And what do you mean about my father, Draco? I don't know what you think you saw, but you're wrong, whatever you think," I said to his back. He stiffened and turned to regard me with a peculiar light in his eyes.
"You know what I think, 'Pia? If he so much as thinks of touching you again, I think I'll go mad and kill him," Draco said, and before I could stop him, he was across the room and kissing me again. I didn't pull away this time, and when I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I crawled into bed and cried in my confusion: did I want him to kiss me, or did I want him to rid me of my father?
Draco's pov
"Bloody fucking HELL! What was that? I need to get a hold of myself, before I fuck everything up…I can't do a thing, I'm engaged to Pansy. And 'Pia's father will surely secure a match for her to some prick who doesn't know the treasure he's been given. And all this because you fucked up a bloody elementary contraception charm!" I screamed at Blaise Zabini, who had been waiting for me back in my room, on the boys' side of the prefects' rooms.
"So sorry, charlie, but I can't do a thing. All you can do now is hope that her parents marry her off to someone who won't beat the shit out of her. And how do we know that you didn't get Pansy pregnant? We all know you fancy her, and she you," Zabini drawled as he looked over my things. The bloody arrogant prick. He got me into this, and I'm stuck with all the repercussions. "Besides, a match with Pansy will only bring you closer to real power; on top of that, at least she doesn't look like a Weasley. Plus, I heard that charming Pia's a real slag. Don't worry, she'll do just fine."
Zabini got up and left, and his last statements scared me. What did he have planned? I know that he's always had a soft spot for redheads, but Pia had always turned him down, and according to him, her rather Weasley-ish look was a definite turn-off.
I felt tired, but as I looked at my clock, I realized that it was time to collect Pia and start our rounds.
Persiopeia's pov
I was in the middle of a rather naughty dream about Draco and the prefects' bathroom when the real thing gently shook me awake. I saw his face come into view and blushed to match my hair.
"Erm, hello. Is it time for rounds already?" I squeaked. My body was more than happy to adjust from dreaming about Draco to being with him, but I was just mortified at the idea of him finding out how he figured into my shadowy sex dreams.
"Yeah, but you look like you were enjoying your rest. If you like, I can come back later, or do the rounds myself," Draco said quietly. I shook my head and climbed out of the modest bed and reached for my robes. Draco with his height advantage grabbed them for me and held them out for me to shrug into.
"Thanks. Why are you being such a gentleman? You're engaged. You kissed me, not once, but twice, earlier, and now you're a gentleman? What's going on?" I said as we stepped into the hall. I locked my door and turned to regard Draco, who had been strangely silent.
"Nothing, Pia. Just thinking on something someone said to me earlier. D'you know who your parents are going to match you with, now that I'm out of the picture?" Draco said with an intense look in his eyes. He held his arm out, and I took it as we headed for the castle proper to start our rounds.
"No, and I won't until my father sends an owl to let me know I can come home. If they'll let me," I said with a fake smile. We had come across a couple of third-year Ravenclaws who were busily studying… anatomy.
"Get to your Houses! It is time for little third-years to be in bed," Draco snarled at them. They dashed off and Draco turned his attention back to me. "Pia, I don't care who it is, but owl me as soon as you know."
"Why? It won't be you, and it won't be Pansy, so what's your get?" I asked irritably. There were very few students to be dealt with, so there was no way I'd get out of his scrutiny anytime soon.
"Just something I heard earlier. Please, just let me know, okay?" Draco kissed my forehead gently, and I could tell he was worried.
"Alright," I said. We finished our rounds without consequence, and we said a quiet good-night. I climbed back into bed, and for the first time in my life, I think I cried over a guy.
Draco's pov
If Zabini thinks he's going to get anywhere near Pia, I'll kill him. Merlin, I've now threatened two men if they get near her. It's time to accept it:
I've fallen for Pia.
I've fallen for Pia, and I'm engaged to Pansy Parkinson, who is carrying Blaise Zabini's spawn. I'm fucked. Actually, I'm not, and that's probably why I'm so frustrated. But damn it all, I shouldn't have to deal with all this. I need to figure out a way to get rid of Pansy and keep Zabini out of trouble. And I need to figure out what I can do about Pia.
But before I can do anything, I need to sleep. I climbed into bed and let sleep take me.
My dreams troubled me. I kept dreaming of my wedding to Pansy, and she'd go into labor and somehow it would be mine, and Pia would never forgive me. Another dream was of Pia's own wedding, o Zabini. I was a guest and I kept waiting for the priest to get to the part about anyone not thinking the two should get married, but it wouldn't come. I woke in a cold sweat and looked at my clock; it read 5:55 am.
I knew that I'd have to be up at 6:30 to shower and get ready for breakfast. I gave up on going back to sleep. I got out of bed and headed for the shower, figuring I could get Pia to go to breakfast with me. I got into my bathroom and turned the water on full blast on high heat. I climbed in and let my mind wander, finding myself in the middle of a rather nice dream featuring Pia.
In my dream, she crept into my room, afraid she'd never find me. I called out to her, and she found me in the shower. She joined me and we lavished attention on one another, and I savored the first taking of her body. When she said she loved me, though, I knew it was a dream; I opened my eyes and was grateful that I was in the shower and not my bed. I would have had a right mess to clean up otherwise. I jerked the faucet back to the cold side and let it freeze my hormones. I got out of the shower and reached for my regular clothes.
I may be a prefect, but I'm taking advantage of the fact that the rules about clothing under school robes have been quite relaxed since my first year. So long as a student had appropriate robes to wear over them, he or she could wear whatever under. I grabbed my jeans and a t-shirt, and threw my robes into my bag. It was 6:30, but I figured that Pia had slept about as well as I had, so I hoofed it to her dorm, not wanting to be caught by Pansy. That one is definitely a poster-child for starving yourself, if I ever saw one.
When I reached Pia's door, my heart sped up and stopped. Suddenly, I wondered if she'd be angry that I showed up so early, or that I showed up at all. I stood there for five long, full minutes before I turned on my heel and headed for the Great Hall alone.
Persiopeia's pov
I didn't sleep well, to say the least. Number one, the younger prefects get the crappiest rounds and hours than the older ones, and the head boy and girl get the best; number two, I'm worried about whether or not I'll ever get to go home and who my father will marry me off to; and lastly, I don't know what the hell is going on with Draco and Pansy, and why he brought up Zabini. I couldn't even get back to the dream I was having about Draco when he woke me up for our rounds.
I finally got up and headed for my shower at about ten till 6 am. I slipped into the shower and daydreamed about Draco and his full mouth and his broad shoulder until the water ran cold. I stepped out and toweled myself off briskly. I wrapped a large towel about my body and a smaller one around my head, in an effort to dry my Weasley-ish hair. I stepped into my room and reached for whatever was nearest, thanks to the relaxed dress-code. I stepped into a mid-length pleated skirt and a stretchy top. I slipped my shoes on and as I went to put my robes in my bag, I heard footsteps outside my door. I froze as I strained to hear who it was.
After what seemed an eternity, but was really only five minutes, the footsteps started again, and this time I could tell that they were headed away from my room. I grabbed my robes and bag and dashed out the door to see who had been there. All I could see was a jean-clad leg as whoever it was ran off.
I was a little depressed by not knowing who it was, but my stomach started grumbling. Rubbing it absently, I headed for the Great Hall and breakfast.
It was only about 6:30 when I got down to the Great Hall, so there were no Hufflepuffs, a few Gryffindors and Slytherins, and a slew of those brown-nosing Ravenclaws. I had to pass by the Gryffindor table as I headed for my own Slytherin table, and as my luck would have it, the golden trio and Ginny Weasley were busily tucking in.
"My, my, my, is it really so bad at the burrow that you have to eat double here now, Weasel King?" I taunted. My morning was crap, why shouldn't theirs be as well?
"Don't you talk to Ron like that!" the little mudblood screeched, reaching for her wand.
"Like what, you filthy mudblood? D'you think he'll make you his queen? Like he'd have an extra pound to pay for the paper to get a marriage license let alone a ring. But here's something to brighten your day: its not like any self-respecting family would let him marry in, not with his poverty-stricken, muggle-loving family coming along for the ride," I sneered, and I realized how much I sounded like Draco.
Potty stood up. Apparently, he was actually going to do something for once, not just let Granger and the bumbling Weasleys take care of everything. He pulled out his wand and was about to hex me when he suddenly dropped it and turned to Ron, embracing him and trying to kiss him. Hermione and Ginny just looked at the two boys. They had no idea of what was actually happening, but I did.
I used this on Draco and Goyle back in our third year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as retaliation for Draco charming all my quills to put down 'Persiopeia Weasley' whenever I had to sign my name. I started to laugh as Ron and Harry desperately tried not to kiss one another. I was almost bent over in hysterics when I felt someone come up behind me and put an arm around my waist.
"My, how times have changed. Well, Ginny, at least you still have Hermione. Would you care for some help?" Draco asked in a silky, sexy voice. Ginny blushed red and reached for Harry's arm as Hermione reached for Ron. They managed to pull the two boys apart and all four ran from the Great Hall. I thought Draco was going to pull me closer, but as soon as that lot left the Great Hall, I felt him pull back. He walked away from me, and I stood there stock-still. He seated himself at our House table, and beckoned for me to follow.
Even though I didn't trust my legs, I made my way over to him. Draco patted the chair next to him and I took the seat, feeling a blush stain my cheeks. It was so early that we had the table nearly to ourselves. We both piled our plates high and started eating, and a companionable silence settled over us. We finished eating and sat talking for a while. We had time left before classes and I pulled my homework out: Transfigurations.
I was busy trying to figure out a different way to explain the differences between lycanthropes and other were-animals and the animagus when it seemed the rest of the castle had finally decided to eat. Draco was about to address me when Pansy Parkinson waddled over to us. I opened my mouth to excuse myself, but Pansy was determined to ignore me. I started to push my chair out to leave and she sat on my lap!
PANSY PARKINSON SAT ON ME!
"Get your larded arse off of me! Right now, Pansy! I swear, I'll hex you into next week," I squealed, trying to foist her rather large form off of my body. Being around Pansy did make me feel rather svelte, though. Finally, I managed to shove her off of me and I left. Actually, I stormed out of the Great Hall, and I hexed quite a few first years from every House on my way out. I was through with that charade.
Draco's pov
I am pissed at Pansy. First, she acts as if I'm the one who got her pregnant. Then, she manages to press my parents into engaging me to her. After that, she spreads word at the school of her version of the world. And now, she has ruined another chance for me to talk to Pia. I'm worried about what will happen to her if her parents disown her, but I'm more worried about what her parents will require of her to keep her in the family.
I sat patiently while Pansy scarfed down whatever food she found in front of her. I waited for her to take a breather so I could say something to her. And I waited. And waited.
Fifteen minutes passed, and I couldn't take it anymore. "Pansy," I hissed, grabbing her arm mid-forkful. "You were extremely rude to Pia. Don't do it again, unless you like detention. I'm going to class now, but later on, I want a full explanation of why I'm stuck with you, instead of you being with Zabini."
I stormed off to Transfigurations, keeping an eye out for Pia as I went. When I finally found her, Zabini had her cornered outside the Transfigurations classroom. She was backed up against the wall, and Zabini was leaning over her, breathing down the side of her neck. Her head was turned to the side, and I could see a bruise beginning around the eye I could see. I came up behind Zabini quietly, and caught Pia's eye. She made a nearly imperceptible gesture to let me know she knew I was there. As I came up behind Zabini, I pulled my fist back.
I wasn't actually going to hit Zabini. I was only going to slam my fist into the wall beside Pia in an effort to scare him off. But as I aimed for the wall, Zabini leaned in even closer and licked his tongue up her neck. I lost control of my body and I ended up slamming my fist into the back of his head. Pia ducked, and his head bounced off of my face, ending up with his face slamming into the wall. He bounced off the wall and collapsed to the ground. I grabbed Pia's hand and ran for the Room of Requirement. I ran back and forth in front of it three times, concentrating on needing a place to talk to Pia and wait out the worst of the consequences of beating Zabini.
We entered the Room of Requirements and I thought about a place for us to sit and talk. A small, comfy-looking loveseat appeared. I took Pia's hand and led her to it. We sat, but before I could say anything, Pia threw her arms around me and started crying softly into my shoulder. I didn't know what to do, so I put my arms around her and let her cry herself out.
"Sh, 'Pia, it'll be okay, I promise. I promise I'll be here to protect you form him, no matter what else happens, Pansy or not.He'll never touch you again, I swear it," I was ready to say anything to stop the pitiful sobs that were coming from the redhead I was holding. After a while, she quieted herself and pulled away from me. I leaned down and kissed her gently. She responded slowly, opening her mouth to mine, letting my tongue slip in. She sighed a little, and I pulled back, looking deep into her green eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned against my chest. Her breasts were crushed against my chest at that angle, and I felt my mouth water. "'Pia, if you're not careful, you're not going to be a virgin much longer," I whispered hoarsely. She smiled at me drowsily and lifted her lips to mine. I took what she offered, and the kiss deepened.
It seemed like we kissed for an eternity. Her hands crept up my sides, snaking around to my back, which she lightly scratched through my shirt. I leaned her back against the end of the loveseat and stretched out over her. I slipped my hand up her shirt as her eyes closed in anticipation. I stopped when I felt the scratchy lace against the silk of her skin. Her eyes opened and she sent me a husky smile. I slipped her bra up over her breasts and toyed with one of her nipples. It pebbled immediately, and she gasped at the response her body gave me. She smiled and lifted her shirt to give me better access. I took her shirt over her arms and head and reached around her torso to undo her bra in the back.
I threw her bra across the room and continued my gentle assault on her breasts. Soon she was gasping and sighing, her eyes the darkest, duskiest grey-green I'd ever seen them. I tongued one nipple, then the other. Finally, as her eyes closed one last time, I leaned down and gently bit first none, then the other of her nipples. I thought she was going to pass out, with the sounds she made and the gyrations she did. She stretched and arched her back, but when she recovered, her eyes were still smoky. I figured that I was either going to get slapped or yelled at, but I knew I wasn't going to get any farther than that with Pia.
I was wrong.