Her warm breath was in his ear as their sweaty body's tangled together on the sheets in the room of requirements. He was breathing hard and was trying to calm down. He had waited a long time for this and now the moment had finally come…she pulled him down and whispered his name sexily in his ear. She knew just what to do, knew just how to push his buttons, and he was loving every minute of it. He groaned as she crushed her pelvis against his and his hand tightened the grip on her hair that was tangled between his fingers…
'Oh Hermione…'
'Hermione?' The voice was shrill, sharp. He opened his eyes not wishing to ruin his perfect dream; he opened his eyes to be disappointed yet again by the pimply face of Pansy Parkinson.
'Did you just say Hermione?' She was scowling from underneath him and when he didn't answer she wriggled free of his grasp and stepped onto the floor. He closed his eyes sighing.
'I don't know why I bother Draco, you do this every time. Am I just some girl you shag while fantasizing about the mudblood? Do you even care about me?'
Sighing again Draco replied,
'You know I do Pancakes…It's just – ' He broke off not knowing what to say. He shouldn't feel this way about her, he knew he shouldn't. It was Hermione! But, it was just the way she was the only girl he couldn't have, the only girl that didn't like him or adore him. And all his life he had searched for someone as defiant and headstrong as himself, but then it turned out to be the only girl he could never, ever be with.
'Just…what? Actually, don't answer. I can't do this anymore. You can find some other girl to shag. I can't believe I cheated on Blaise, repeatedly, for you. Just so you could feel good at night, but its over!' Pansy finished doing up her clothes, picked up her shoes and stormed out.
Draco groaned and pushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes.
Those eye's…those beautiful eyes that Hermione couldn't bare to look into. The eyes that she loathed to be under the stare of…those eyes she repeatedly wished would look at her like she was more to him than a stupid, mudblood whore.
Hermione glanced at the huge arm around her…he wasn't perfect but he was as close as she could get to the real thing.
Blaise Zabini lay snoring in the conjured bed in the Slytherin boy's dormitories.
He had claimed that the other seventh years were out on dates and Pansy was having a girly night in.
He wasn't perfect but he was Slytherin, he was blonde and he was tall and lean. As close to the figure of Draco Malfoy that she could get.
It was strictly a shag and no attachments relationship. A – because he was dating Pansy Puggyson and B – if the Gryffindores found out that she was just like Ginny, Parvarty and Lavender they would freak. They would freak if they found out she was a whore…
A tear slid down her cheek as she lifted Blaise's arm off her naked body, slipped on her robes and made her way back to the Gryffindore common room. Ginny would love to hear about last night's events but she would have to wait, Hermione was not in the mood…