"God I hate that little weasel!" Miranda Powell exclaimed. She punched a suit of armor in her anger. She and Ron Weasley had been dating for five months and for a third of that time, all he did was think and talk about Hermione Granger. Miranda was about to snap!

"Aw, is the wanna be Gryffindor having problems with the Weasel?" Draco Malfoy sneered.

Miranda glared at her fellow Slytherin, "Stay out of my business."

He laughed, "You are! That's what happens when you date a blood traitor." He puffed out his chest, "You should be with a real man like me."

"Like you?" Draco nodded. "Oh please!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She smiled, "You're not man enough to handle me."

"But Weasley is?"

Miranda glared, "I never said that. But you must remember, Viktor Krum was my boy toy three years ago."

"And he was man enough for you?"

She scoffed, "Come on! All star Quidditch player and Tri Wizard champion? Who could turn that down? I mean, think of the muscles."

Draco glared, his anger rising, "I have muscles! I have great muscles!"

"That's true. But from what Pansy's told me, you're," she looked down at his crotch, "barely satisfactory."

He finally lost it and shoved Miranda against the wall, "Barely satisfactory?! I could make you scream. I could make you cry with pleasure."

Miranda leaned forward, "Prove it."

Draco attacked her mouth with his, rough and filled with passion. He pulled away and looked Miranda over with hungry eyes. Without a second thought, he ripped open her buttoned shirt, revealing her black silk bra. "Well, well, well, someone went shopping." he said, running his hand over the lace that lined it.

Miranda shrugged, "A girl's gotta feel sexy somehow."

Draco massaged her breasts, "I think you're extremely sexy." He licked a trail from her breasts to her neck, biting her, causing her to moan with pleasure.

"Draco…" she gasped. She undid his pants while he pulled off her soaked undies.

"Ooo…matching thong." he said before lifting her up and sliding into her. "You're so tight. You ready?"

"Oh God yes." she moaned. Draco began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, making sure to drive Miranda mad. He brought one hand up and began rubbing her clit, sending her to orgasm. "Draco…oh, oh god." she gasped feeling her body on fire.

A mixture of hearing her moan his name and feeling her muscles clench him set him on fire. "Oh Miranda, you feel…" Draco quickened his pace, sensing his own climax. Miranda lost it, she had never had this much pleasure from a guy, not even Krum. She raked her nails across his back, making Draco growl. "Miranda!!" he yelled and bit down on her neck, drawing blood. The couple stayed like that, their bodies humming.

"I can't believe it." Miranda said after regaining her ability to speak.

"What?" Draco asked. He set her down and began dressing.

"You mad me cry." she replied, touching her cheeks. She shook her head and pulled on her thong. She looked at her shirt, "You ruined it." She pulled it off and reached into her school bag. She pulled out a green form fitting shirt and put it on.

He looked at her neck, "You're gonna have one hell of a hickey." He put his hand on her waist, "Well? Manly enough for you?"

Miranda smirked, "I do believe Mr. Malfoy, Pansy was lying. You are way more than satisfactory. And more of a man than I thought."