Chapter 3: Slytherin Sex God

He lay awake staring at the green canopy that lay on top of his four poster bed. He lay awake, tossing and turning…unable to fall asleep. He lay awake. Alright fuck it; he was awake.

Draco got up and began to pace around the perimeter of his room. It was an action that he had often done as a child to refocus his mind on something less important, like putting one foot in front of the other. He had too much on his mind.

The late summer breeze drifted through his partially opened window. It was strange that he was back at school. It was also strange that he had ended up as head boy, he hadn't seen that coming. He was sure that since his family were known death eaters, and it was only lack of proof that was keeping them free, that Dumbledore would have chosen someone else to 'set a moral example.'

Before he had left for school his parents had warned him that they may have to go into hiding without a moments noticed. The Dark Lord basically viewed it as Draco was stationed at Hogwarts awaiting further instructions…whatever they might be. He was pretty sure that the all powerful Dark Lord was loosing his marbles and, unlike his parents, Draco felt no loyalty to him at all. It wasn't to say that he didn't agree with his principles or that he thought Dumbledore had it right…cause he didn't…it was more the fact that it was Draco's nature to thrive as an individual. He didn't care about being heroic or cleansing the world of mud bloods, that mattered to his family…but not really to him. He also didn't care about looking good or helping others out and saving lives like precious Potter. Basically, all that was on Draco's agenda was to survive and come out of this mess with the reputation and the money to live comfortably whatever the outcome.

He stretched and leaned against the stone wall, surveying the room. It was large enough, with an ensuit bathroom and his own desk. He smiled to himself, oh what fun he was going to have…a private room in his 7th year. He had already been dubbed Slytherin Sex God by a group of giggling girls, so Pansy said.

At the thought of Pansy he flopped back on his bed. He didn't love her, he knew that for certain. He closed his eyes and thought of her, her slender waist…her large breasts…her golden hair flowing from her head…the way her lips pouted…the way she rolled up her skirt to shorten it and then opened her legs in class so he could have a peek at her knickers. And yet she was still a virgin! He couldn't help but smile, he was probably the only one who even knew, or would ever suspect. Pansy maintained that she was master of karma sutra and most girls followed her around for her wise advice. It was so well known that she was a slut that no one even bothered to find out who she had been with.

He had tried so many times, but each time there was a reason or an excuse. If they were going to end up together in the end then why not wait? Shed say…

He was falling asleep and in the last stages of wakefulness he put a hand behind his head and felt the cool stone just above his headboard. Someone else was there; he could almost feel her breathing on the other side. He imagined her, bushy wild hair spread out on the pillows, her feet and her body curling into an s-shape. Her hands would be relaxed and open; she might be wearing a little bedtime tank top…maybe with her pink bra showing through. Eyes closed, peacefully, and mouth slightly puckered.

And then he too was asleep.

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He could hear running water. He rolled over and tried to block the sound out by putting a pillow over his head…but no…he could still hear it, and now he had to pee.

He got up, tripped over his discarded clothes and stumbled into his bathroom. After answering to the call of nature he stepping into the shower and was still able to hear hers running. He felt the hot water on his back and turned it up, feeling the scalding heat beat against his back…the almost unbearable pain. He got out and it was over, he refused to think about her anymore. He dried off and tossed his towel to the ground, walking out to his bedroom to find a change of clothes.

Upon entering the room he was greeted with a squeal, a thump and a shove. Hermione was standing in the middle of his room and trying to stagger to the door with her hands over her eyes.

Draco started to laugh and dropped the pillow that she had just thrust into his crotch, "what the hell are you doing in here? Trying to pay me back? If so then your delivery needs some work"

"I wasn't!" she said angrily, her hands still covering her eyes as she staggered into a wall "One of my books that I left in the common room last night has gone missing, I thought you might have picked it up by mistake!"

"So you decided to sneak into my room"

"You were in the shower! I didn't think you would notice!"

"And I'm sure you timed that…if you wanted to see me naked Granger then all you had to do was ask"

"Oh shut up and put some clothes on!"

Draco pulled on some grey boxers, "I have"

Hermione lowered her hands, took one look at him, turned a deep shade of red and stalked from the room.

Draco laughed again, he had to admit it….mud blood that she was, she was kind of cute in an annoying miss know-it-all kind of way.

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A/N: look at me updating so fast! It must be cause I'm on vacation so don't get used to this…haha

How do you think its going? Does anyone have any ideas/ thingers that they would like to see in this fic?

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