Title: Take Me There
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Pairing: Draco/OC pairing, Draco's point of view
Warning: Seriously smutty later on. Don't read if you don't like reading about sex.
Summary: Draco's life is seriously complicated and he needs an escape. When Draco sets out to try and seduce someone for fun, he finds that he's actually taken on more than he bargained for. Rated M for future scenes.
Author's Notes: My first Draco/OC fic. I actually break one of my own rules here. I dislike it when people change things around at Hogwarts to fit their stories, but in this one I give the Head Boy and Girl their own personal rooms. The story just wouldn't work any other way.
This chapter is short as it's just an introduction. Future chapters will be longer.
Chapter 1: Isabelle
Just his bloody luck.
Naturally Snape had given him the position of Head Boy when he'd returned to school for his seventh and final year, but why the hell had he decided to give the position of Head Girl to this idiot Ravenclaw girl who was now standing in their shared living area and looking at him as if he was about to bite her head off?
"Hello," he drawled, just to see what her reaction would be.
A look of terror apparently.
Draco swept his eyes over her. She was tiny. Short, slim, tiny hands, tiny feet. He blinked. He wasn't actually sure why he'd given any thought to her feet at all.
He returned his eyes to her face, noting on the way that her clothes were ridiculously sensible and apparently slightly too big for some reason. That wasn't because she couldn't afford better. He knew that because he also knew her name. It had been on the letter telling him he'd been made Head Boy.
She was Isabelle Fawley; daughter of a very rich pureblood wizard who'd stupidly married a muggle.
Actually he noticed, she wasn't entirely unfortunate looking. She'd be almost pretty if it wasn't for the terrible clothes. Her hair was a rich brown, her eyes the same deep shade, so dark as to be almost black. She was pale, but not in the same way he was, more a creamy paleness that made her skin look temptingly smooth.
He blinked again and pushed that thought aside in favour of smirking, earning him another look of absolute terror.
"So I have to share a room with you do I?" he drawled, glancing around the small living area with less than his usual disdain. He was used to rooms far bigger than this at home, but home wasn't a place he wanted to think about right now and this was much better than sharing a common room and dormitory with a rabble of other Slytherins, even if he did have to share this space with a Ravenclaw.
Actually it was almost cosy. Gas lamps burnt bright on the walls, for there were no windows in this part of the suite of rooms. Two couches faced each other across a small coffee table and a fire burnt bright in the grate next to them. There was a bookshelf, and two desks in one corner as well as a few miscellaneous other pieces of furniture.
Ignoring Isabelle's lack of response he opened one of the doors, discovering a bathroom beyond, which he was pleased to find contained both a separate shower cubicle and a bath. He moved on to the door on the next wall round, which he opened to find led to his bedroom, the bed decorated with the same familiar Slytherin green hangings as the one in his dormitory.
He smirked in satisfaction and moved onto the next door further down the wall.
"That's my room." It was the first time she'd spoken and though she sounded frightened when he turned Isabelle was standing with her arms crossed, eyes flashing in defiance.
He smirked and opened the door anyway, glancing briefly at the bed hung in Ravenclaw blue and completely ignoring the tut of annoyance from behind him.
"I hope you're going to have more respect for my privacy once I've unpacked," she huffed as he closed the door and went to investigate the final one on the third wall of the living space.
"Oh I'm sure I will sweetheart," he drawled, throwing out the pet name casually, just to see what sort of reaction it would get.
There was a hiss of indrawn breath, though she didn't comment on it as he opened the final door and looked at the kitchen area beyond. Like the bedrooms it had a window and the sky outside was suffused with the soft light of sunset. He eyed the various appliances and the small wooden table and chairs with some distain not actually planning on ever cooking for himself in here and then retreated back to the living room.
"Are you planning on being this insufferable all year?"
Perhaps he should have hexed her, he thought vaguely, because she seemed to have lost her fear already and was now regarding him with open disgust.
"Oh I don't know sweetheart," he said casually, running his fingers lightly over the top of the bookshelf and inspecting for dust, "Are you planning on being this stuck up all the time?"
"Fuck off!"
So she wasn't quite so straight laced as those clothes made her look after all. He smirked to himself at this revelation and stored it away in his brain for later.
"I think I'm going to like living here with you," he drawled, tilting his head at her speculatively after a few seconds of silence, "You're so easy to wind up." It earned him a frustrated noise of disgust and a very annoyed glare before the girl gave up and stormed to her bedroom, slamming her door behind her.
Draco grinned after her and went to unpack his own trunk.
This was going to be fun.
Author's Notes: I know this chapter is short, but future chapters are much longer!