A/N: Chapter Two is up! Sorry it took me a bit long to come up with it. Read up, guys! I hope you enjoy. Also, reviews would be highly encouraged. xx

Chapter 2

I hate the fact that I did not have a choice

Draco and I went to the head girl (the head boy is currently busy shagging the fourth year slut he's dating in a private compartment) and she told us that the pairing should be by year, meaning I am stuck to do rounds with Draco for the entire duration that we are prefects. I asked if I could do my rounds alone and she looked at me as if I was kidding. I was insulted. What, she thinks I can't handle misbehaving pricks on my own? I maybe thin but I am quite strong.

When we got out of the compartment, I was sulking and pouting, just to show Draco that I am unhappy about the arrangement.

"Stop pouting, Pansy."

"Shut up. You don't get to tell me what to do."

Draco let out an unintelligible sound. It may be a groan of frustration or a grunt of defeat, I don't know. Nevertheless it felt good that he notices the fact that I don't want to be anywhere near his company. After all, it wasn't me who led a girl to believe he cared for her, only to ditch her in place of a dumb blonde bimbo. Don't get me wrong, I love blondes. Daphne is blonde. But Tracey is like, the poster girl of the stereo-typical dumb blonde girls. And Draco chose her over me. Just, what the hell?

I know I'm not smart like the mudblood, Granger, but oh my gosh. I can actually pass my subjects and even get E's and O's. I hate to think what Tracey's report card might look like and I don't even want to picture it on my mind. But you know what they say; everyone is always good for something. Maybe Tracey's talent on the mattress is more than I or Granger could in any way achieve. That's got to be it. Because honestly, what else is there?

Draco and I made our rounds in considerable silence, punctured only here and there when we're scolding or (in his case) bullying underclass men. I am too much in a bad mood to actually enjoy making the first year's lives miserable so I let Draco have all the fun. Besides, I actually like kids, although I will never say that to anyone except maybe Daphne, and the first years this year are actually adorable, although some of them are real stubborn and irritating little monsters.

After three hours of roaming around the train, I extricated myself from his company because I was hungry and I needed to relax, and relaxing in any way is not good around Draco. After everything that's happened these past few months, I don't ever want him to see me with my guard down.

"I think that's it, right? We can pretty much rest now. I want to grab something to eat."

I started for the opposite direction without waiting for his reply but then he called after me and I am not strong enough to ignore him, so I stopped on my tracks.

"Pansy, wait!"

I turned lazily to face him and made a show of rolling my eyes.

"What?" I asked, spiking my voice with irritation.

He put his hands in his pocket and appeared to be dragging something from out of it. Finally, he drew it out, and I stood there with my brows furrowed and my mouth partly open, uncomprehending.

"This is for you." He said, as he held out a necklace with a green pendant. I looked at it suspiciously and then at him, my eyes narrowing into slits.

"It's for your birthday. I missed it, so I thought I'd give you something."

Of course. He missed my birthday because Tracey was "sick" and in urgent need of tender loving care. Sure, the timing is very co-incidental and inconspicuous. That bitch. She's so insecure of herself that she won't allow Draco to be anywhere within 10 meter radius of me during the first few months of their "dating openly". He doesn't even acknowledge her as his girlfriend and yet she acts all possessive just because she gets to shag his balls off. Daphne and I often wonder what the real score is between them because he actually said she isn't his girlfriend, but they are not seeing other people and are always all over each other. I have not witnessed this myself, thank Merlin.

Blaise said muggles call it "mutual understanding". Millie snorted on the term and asked Blaise how he found out about it. Blaise just shrugged and smirked and Daphne gagged. For all we know, Draco is just avoiding the responsibility of being a boyfriend, a coward that he is, and Tracey is just desperate enough to acquiesce in the cheap arrangement that Draco offered her. I would never; I would die before I became anyone's slave even if it gave me pleasure; even if it was for love. I know my worth and I intend to keep it intact.

I took a step forward and peered at the necklace in Draco's hand. It was beautiful. The pendant was a flower, a pansy; its petals are made of diamonds and adorned with light green leaves all around, made of amethyst. I opened my mouth but I have no words to say. I looked at Draco and I cannot seem to read his expression.

I closed both my hands around his and shook my head.

"I can't take it. I appreciate it, but no, Draco. Thank you for thinking of me, but I can't accept your gift."

I looked at him and saw a pained expression cross his face, and then, as soon as it came, it's gone, to be replaced by his usual cold and indifferent air. He took his hand from mine and walked towards the window. He opened it and chucked the necklace outside. I flinched inwardly but when he turned around I met him with my hard gaze.

"You. Draco Malfoy. Are so mature."

He merely stood there like a statue and I knew I had to get away before things got more awkward. I don't understand. Why did he throw the necklace away? What does he expect? That I jump up and down with gratitude and give him a bear hug just because he gave me a damned necklace for my birthday which was like, one month ago? I am angry at him; can't he get it? He fucking traded off my ass for Tracey fucking Davis when all along I thought we had something special. Am I supposed to accept gifts from him and just forget just how hurt I was with what he did? Are his feelings all that matter here? Oh, for Merlin's sake.

"Fine. Be that way."

I stalked off, wanting to expel the thoughts of what just happened from my mind. I will not think of him, I will not acknowledge the fact that he just tried to give me a gift and that it's a beautiful necklace with a pendant of a flower that is my namesake. I will not –

"Hey, Parkinson."

I was so angry as I was walking that I did not realize I had put a great distance between me and Draco. I found myself in the same corridor I was earlier, where I banged my nose on a door and one of those damned Weasley twins cleaned it up for me. And here I am again, with a Weasley twin.

I cocked an eyebrow at his greeting and folded my arms across my chest.

"What the hell are you doing out and about, Weasley? You need to be inside your compartment."

"Are we telling her, George?" The twin called to someone behind me and I wheeled around to find the other twin leaning on the wall just right behind my back. I jumped a few paces forward, away from him, only to be nearer to the other twin. Damn them. What are they playing at?

"She's a prefect so no, Freddy. I don't think we should." The other twin answered, humour dancing behind his blue eyes.

I started to feel rather uncomfortable and dread settled at the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip in contemplation on what to do next and how to get out of the position I am in and I chanced to look up at the twin in front of me; he met my eyes and winked. I scowled at him.

"I need to go." I said matter-of-factly.

"Not so fast, Parkinson." He said as he advanced. I backed away and bumped into a something solid, or rather, someone. The twin behind me grabbed hold of my hips and lifted me like I was made of paper, the other put his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams of protest, and together they dragged me inside the compartment on which's door I hit my nose on earlier.

DRACO

She hates me. That now, is evident. She did not want to do her rounds with me, she was unhappy when we were together, and she refused the gift I made an effort to find for her because I missed her birthday. Remembering the events from a while ago sent an unbidden stab of pain in my chest and I closed my eyes, tightening my hold on the necklace inside my hand.

Of course I did not throw it away. I only made it seem like I did; it's an old trick my uncle Rodolphus taught me when I was young. The necklace is special. The pendant is a pansy. The pendant is the flower that shared her name. I cannot bear to throw it away after I spent three days just to find it.

I felt the diamond bite on my skin, drawing blood, but I did not care. The edges weren't blunt but my hold on the thing was tight enough to guarantee injuries. Tracey would no doubt see them, and ask a million dumb questions.

Don't get me wrong, I like Tracey. I like the way her tight pussy closed in on my manhood, I like that she screams out my name in bed, begging me to fuck her harder. I like how she looks when she comes, when her pupils dilate due to the pleasure I was giving her. I like that she's always wet for me and ready anytime I want to take her on.

That is how I like Tracey.

Pansy, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. We've known each other all our lives and I've seen her grow up and become the girl she is now. I've seen her be silly and be daring and be smart and be dumb. I've seen her looking worse for wear and yet, still beautiful. I've seen her being effortlessly pretty despite her nose, and her clumsiness from when she was young turned into something like an awkward grace that is so endearing I can't bear to look at it for long.

I want her in every way a boy might want a girl, but she's worth so much and I have too little to give. Pansy is the kind of girl you commit to and become serious about. She's the kind of girl you bring home to your parents and introduce to every portrait of your old relatives by the staircase. She's the kind of girl you make love to, and not fuck just for fun. I can't give her all that right now. I am Draco Malfoy and I don't do things half-arsed, and if I know I can't do something, I won't do it at all. Tracey provides a diversion and she's convenient. I know I'm hurting her, but I did not force her into this. We agreed on all the terms I proposed and now here we are; using each other to get what we want and need.

I need her to warm my bed when I need it warm; she needs me so she can escalate on the social strata she is so obsessed about. We satisfy each other and for now, that is enough. I know how Pansy feels towards me. I can only hope she can wait until I deem myself good enough to ask for her hand.

I watched her walk away with anger coiling inside me like a serpent, and then I turned to head back to my compartment where Tracey was waiting, anxiously no doubt, and with her questions.

"I thought the rounds only lasted three hours. You've been gone, what? Almost four?"

I was not disappointed. This was her greeting when I came in, and my mood is still too sour to humour her.

"I don't need this now. Just shut up." I sat down beside her and massaged my temples with my hand. This is just the train ride back and already my head is starting to ache. I hate to think what the next few days might bring.

"What do you need right now, Draco?" Tracey drawled; her voice full of seduction. Her hand was tracing the fabric that covered my crotch and I felt my penis twitch in anticipation. My throat was suddenly dry as I tried to swallow. "No…" I said, but my voice was hoarse and unsure even in my own ears. Tracey started to nip the delicate flesh behind my ears and moved down to caress my neck with her kisses. I was fighting for self-control because I don't know if I can do this now, but I want to. Oh, I want to.

Suddenly she was sitting on top of me and my hands are on her hips. She was kissing me with a passion and I was kissing back with equal fervour. I cupped her right breast with my left hand rubbing against the cotton of her clothing and she moaned. I started to unbutton her blouse while my hands crept between her legs, feeling the wetness I knew would be there. I ran my finger through the length of her core to be rewarded by yet another moan. I wonder what it would be like to have Pansy moan if I touched her with my hands but I shook off the thought violently. This isn't Pansy, this is Tracey. I should be concentrating on her because I owe her that at the very least.

Tracey started to grind on top of me I felt more and more aroused as the seconds ticked by. I need this, I need her. This will be a welcome diversion and a sweet one at that. She unzipped my fly and grasped it in her hands. I gasped. Tracey sure knows how to make a man feel good and that is why despite her annoying nature, I cannot replace her. Our breaths came laborious and short with every minute that we prolong our pleasure. I undressed her top completely and am pleased to note that her nipples were elongated and hardened. I sucked at her right breast only to hear her screaming my name, begging for more. I ripped her knickers with my hands and put two fingers inside of her. She started to move but kept my dick in her hands, rubbing it agonizingly slow, tightening and loosening her grasp, over and over again. It was torture and I could not take it any longer.

"I want to be inside you, Davis." I whispered between short intakes of breathes and she moaned against my lips, rocking up and down, fucking herself on my hands.

"I want you to come for me, Davis. Come for me now." I moved my fingers deeper inside her making her grind harder. Her eyes were closed but she was biting her lip and it was an amazing sight to behold. Finally she fell apart, screaming and singing low moans in her throat. I moved fast and held her against the wall. I let my trousers fall of completely and she wrapped her legs around me as I impaled her with my penis. She gasped and so did I. She was so warm and wet and tight and I could feel it on every inch of my manhood. I started to move inside her and she adapted to the rhythm quite fast."Merlin, Tracey, you feel so good!" She moaned in assent and I picked up my rhythm, pounding on her with slow surety. I looked at her in all her nakedness, her face twisted in what seemed like agony, but I knew better. Her tits bounced as we move and it is a sight I would remember forever. "Draco…" she moaned, her voice thick with anticipation for the inevitable. "Harder." She commanded, grasping my hair in her hands, pulling me tighter to her so that our bodies are as close as it could physically get. "Are you on the potion?" I asked, even thought I know the answer. "Yes, Draco. Just don't ask any more questions and fuck me harder!" I did as I was told and fucked her with all that I have at that moment. It did not take long before I exploded inside her and she came seconds later, cursing and moaning like I knew she would. I was groaning my body was being rocked by my orgasm, and at that moment, we were in sync; lost in the feeling of pleasure we both caused each other.

I let go of her and helped her sit. We were both spent and I was suddenly very hungry. I started to put my clothes back on and I helped her with hers because I knew she liked it when I did. Inwardly I wondered if I could love this girl who wanted me so much to do so, but I thought of Pansy, and I knew I never could. I never could.

FRED

George and I made an agreement. The first girl who would pass by the corridor will be the girl we'd use as a tester. See, back at the Burrow George and I had been brewing some things that we thought we could sell if and when our joke shop dream ever came true. Harry gave us the money we would need last year to start the venture but we still need to expand the range of products we were to offer the market, if we want to compete with the likes of Zonko's.

The product we needed to test on a girl was a day dream charm. We still don't know what to call it and we already tried the boy version for ourselves. It worked actually, but not the way we want it to. George tested it and a few minutes into the day dream, he started moaning and groaning that I knew I had to leave him for a while. We both think we had it overdone somehow. Anyway, it had been fixed. But the girl version of the daydream charm was a scary thing to try and we do not want to scar ourselves for infinity if in case it suffered the same glitch as the one for the boys. Testing it on Ginny or Hermione is just not an option, and so we need a stranger that we can easily obliviate in case things go wrong and won't bother our conscience afterwards.

So we stood there on opposite sides outside the compartment of the older part of the Hogwart's express, waiting for our unfortunate victim. I saw Crabbe and Goyle passed by and thanked Merlin with all my heart that they weren't girls. We were about to give up after two hours when we heard soft footfalls thudding in the hallway. George and I immediately took cover and waited for the person to pass by. And lo, and behold. It was a girl. It was Pansy Parkinson.

George and I knew her, of course. Everyone knew her. She is vile and repulsive and poisonous as a snake's venom. Secretly, I thought her name should have been Ivy, and not Pansy. Earlier on the train we bumped into her, and because of Cormac Mclaggen's carelessness, the door he opened too hard hit her face and made her nose bleed. I was the one who cleaned up all the blood. Without hesitation, I blocked her way and gave her my most seductive smile, or so Katie Bell has said. Maybe I can tell Harry and Ron about our encounter and we could all laugh about it. We can help them get revenge on this little bitch who has unflinchingly called my family names and insulted Hermione and my sister so many times. After a few exchanges, George grabbed at her and I covered her mouth. She was flailing and struggling and she was quite strong for a skinny girl of fifteen. Moisture started to well around her eyes but I doubt they are of sadness; more of anger and frustration. Nevertheless, she did not let them fall. Hmm, curious.

Finally we managed to get her into the compartment, and with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth and body bind curse, we were able to let her sit unmoving on the chair.

"Listen, Parkinson," George began, "we're not going to hurt you. We just need someone to test our product on to make sure it works. It's just a daydream charm, don't worry. And just for 30 minutes."

"I promise you it won't hurt." I put in, as she fixed us with a mutinous glare. If looks could kill, George and I had surely died a thousand deaths under this girl's stare. It is quite unnerving, to be honest, and I found myself wanting to boycott this operation rather than stand here while she looks at me with eyes as sharp as diamonds. George, however, did not seem impressed. He busied himself with the preparation of the product that we're about to test while I stood in the corner, looking at everything but the girl.

"Aha! Here is the little devil." George quipped triumphantly. He handed it to me and I looked at him incredulously. "You do the honour, Freddie."

"No Georgie, you do the honour."

"No Freddie, YOU do the honour."

We stared at each other stubbornly until I finally decided to do it, not because George made me but because I want this to be done and over with as soon as possible. "Fine." I grumbled, and George chuckled.

I dropped to my knees and looked at Parkinson, and what I saw was something I would never forget. The glare she had fixed on us a while ago was gone, to be replaced by terror. She looked genuinely scared and her eyes were moist. She looked vulnerable, very unlike the ice queen she was reputed to be. Her eyes were pleading and it kind of made my heart go out to her, only I remembered what she calls my family and that instantly hardened my resolve.

"This isn't going to hurt." I reassured her in a flat voice. "You just have to read the incantation and you will enter into a highly realistic day dream. A pleasant one, Parkinson. No monsters or ghosts or anything violent, we promise. You have to do as you're told if you want to get out of this compartment as soon as possible, you understand me?" She shook her head no and I lost all my patience. I grabbed her shoulders hard and squeezed them tight to be rewarded by a grimace from on her face. "Do it. We hurt girls, Parkinson. We'll fucking hurt you if you don't obey us right now." My voice was hard, angry. I felt George stiffen behind me and I thought that maybe that's a good thing. Maybe he's already regretting this now.

Her eyes widened just a fraction and I put the daydream charm in front of her. I can see her eyes moving from line to line, and when she was finished reading, the pendant on the charm started moving and she was compelled to follow it with her eyes. After two minutes or so her eyes went blank and steady, looking forward like George and I designed. Unless you look at her up close, you will never know how far gone she is.

Satisfied, I stood up and turned around to face my brother. And that's when she first let out a muffled scream.

A/N: I promised you smut last chapter and here it is! I'm not sure if it's good because I have never written smut before, ever. Also, I'm worried about how I portray Fred. I feel like I'm not getting him. Any criticisms/comment about that? It would be really welcome! Please review! I love you. x