"Harder!" Pansy growled as the sweat beaded off of her forehead and onto her gloriously, bouncing breasts. His hand gripped her naked hip and slammed her roughly against the wall. The other hand tangled in her messy hair and her head was forced back as his teeth bit down on her neck; he thrust into her with all of his strength.
"Yes." She sighed at his chiseled body covering every inch of her own. He knew how to control a woman. And in Pansy Parkinson's mind, there was nothing sexier than that. He grabbed her suddenly by the neck, thrusting her face first onto the bed where he continued his assault. His nails raking down her back as their wet flesh slammed together in rhythm. She moaned loudly, she was getting close. A guttural growl from him and the pressure he was exerting on her hips indicated he could feel her walls clenching. Pansy ground herself against him with utter abandon, so close so close, and just as she lost it, the imagine of Ron Weasely, plowing into her, instead of the man behind her, sent her over the edge. She had no time to contemplate it as her orgasm ripped through her body, shattering her into a million pieces. Sirius followed moments later, before collapsing onto her back.
"Bloody hell, Parkinson." He moaned with relief. "You're going to kill this old man." She smirked as he rolled off her and dropped down onto the bed..
"Don't you have nine lives or something?" She returned, wiping her sweat glazed hair off her face.
"If that's the case, I'm pretty positive you just stole three of them."
She giggled in amusement as she peppered kisses down his tattooed chest and toned stomach. Yum. Weasley for breakfast and Black for dessert. It was turning out to be a pretty decent weekend, given she had slept most of the morning away after her little liquid luck experiment. But really, that had been Weasley's fault. She scowled to herself, since when had that annoying bugger occupied her brains? He was ill tempered, stupid and poor. So why did she have such a wonderful time last night? Surely that had been the Felix at work, no? It couldn't be that she had actually enjoyed their rendezvous in the library until almost 6am. Upon waking, a few hours later, Pansy was unaware of her surroundings for several moments. She turned to the redhead lying next to her with his arm wrapped around her waist, and panicked. Then it all came flooding back to her. Their truce. She removed herself quickly from his grasp as he snored on, blissfully unaware. With one vile look in his direction, Pansy fled for her quarters and had not thought about him since. Well not really. Ugh. She sighed with frustration and turned to Sirius who was watching her with interest.
"Something on your mind?" He asked with a knowing smile.
"Hm?" He reached over to caress her smooth stomach and toned legs.
"Whatever it is, I can help you forget it." She quirked an eyebrow at his gorgeous smirk as he lowered his head between her legs, she ran her fingers through his hair with a sigh. Even if the Weasel was right and Black was using her, who cared? She was using him just as well. Stop thinking about Weasely! She roared to herself, completely distracted.
Suddenly, there was a sharp rap at the door. Sirius ignored it and continued lapping up her succulent juices. Pansy sighed in resignation, quickly knocking Sirius off of her with a dainty foot. He tumbled back among the plush comforters groaning with disappointment.
"You beast." Pansy laughed as she threw on a robe, tossed a sheet over Sirius, padded barefoot to the door and opened it.
She looked down to Hermione's fiery eyes, grumpy but very aware expression and the light blush that stained her upper cheeks; she was flustered to say the least. Pansy's lip quirked up in amusement.
"Bad day, Granger?"
"You don't know the half of it." Hermione scoffed, flinging the door open with zest and stalking into Pansy's room; in one hand a bag full of Honeydukes Candy, the other was holding a bottle of Ogden's finest; it seemed to already be a quarter gone. She swung it up in the air with a mighty flourish, twirling around to face Pansy and almost nose diving into the dresser.
"To Me!" She yelled before bringing the bottle to her lips. Pansy let out a shrieking fit of laughter, her eyes falling to Sirius. Drunk Hermione was such a rare thing, oh but how much fun it was. Pansy was delighted at the prospect of such entertainment.
"Hey!" Sirius shouted as Hermione twirled in his direction the bottle still glued to her lips. "You nicked that from my private stash! That's a 20 year vintage, that is!" Hermione scowled, wiping her lips with the sleeve of her massively fluffy bathrobe, her hair looked as though she had spent a few hours in the Rainforest.
"Well," She replied loftily, squinting her eyes in Sirius' direction. "It's bloody disgusting. I don't know how you manage to get it down, and before breakfast!" She was apparently drunk enough to not even concern herself with the fact that Sirius was currently lounging in Pansy's bed completely naked. Pansy chuckled.
"Then why are you drinking it?" Pansy questioned.
"I'm…I'm celebrating." Her face fell at that and she slumped her shoulders in defeat. Pansy frowned. Hermione sighed with exasperation before tossing herself onto the bed and looking up at Pansy. "Ron and I broke up."
"Oh." They what? Was he insane? Pansy's mind was racing. "Why?"
" I can't be what he wants. I don't want to be what he wants. And he definitely doesn't know or care about what I want. Wants. Wants. Wants. Wants!" Her mood swung to fury. "Everyone wants something, but how about giving instead? How about actually being there. You know, present."
"Granger you're not making any sense."
"Well that's fine with me! You know why? Pans? You know why? Because everyone says that I am too logical, that I'm a stuck up bitch and you know what?"
"I believe you mean Draco when you say everyone?" Sirius corrected innocently. She ignored him.
" You know what?"
"No, what?" Pansy asked trying to hide her amusement.
"It's over. I'm done being the rational one. I'm removing myself from both of them. I'm going to lock myself up here, drinking all day like you, Sirius. I am taking the weekend off, I am taking it off!" She swigged from the bottle like a drunken sailor before reaching into her bathrobe pocket and pulling out a joint.
"I'm just going to forget." She fumbled with her wand almost catching Pansy's discarded lingerie on fire. She closed one eye, finally managing to light the weed with unsteady hands. Sirius was laughing so hard he was choking.
"You!" He grinned. "Where did you get that from?"
"There are perks to being a Muggleborn." She snapped defensively before inhaling a massive amount of smoke. She sputtered uncontrollably, almost knocking herself clear off the bed. Pansy sat down next to Hermione and took the joint from her hand, sniffing it and staring at it curiously.
"What is it?"
"Awesome. It's awesome." Came Hermione's slurred reply.
"She's right you know, as usual. Just try it Pans."
"I don't know…" She hesitated, she was still wary of Muggle contraptions.
"You cheers-ed to mingling with muggles just yesterday morning, did you deceive me?" He gasped with mocked pain. She turned her glare toward Sirius.
"Don't you trust me?" Huffed Hermione.
"Yea Pans, if Hermione's doing it you know it must be right."
"I'll have you know that's a completely untrue statement. I do lots of things, not right."
"Hmmmm." Was Sirius' agreement as he plucked the joint from Pansy's fingers and practiced his French inhale. Pansy felt her body clench when he turned his devilish gaze on her. "You know, for someone who did some experimenting with liquid luck last night, you seem awfully concerned about a little grass. " Hermione's eyebrows rose at that, while Pansy looked floored. Sirius glanced slyly between the two women before continuing. "Kreacher was cleaning the library last night, when he heard the most interesting of conversations… " Pansy snatched the joint from his hand and inhaled deeply. Anything to get him to shut the fuck up. It burned so badly, she almost choked. Hermione looked hurt.
"You did it without me? I thought we were going to do it together." She pouted. Pansy breathed a sigh of relief. Sirius was watching her with intense eyes.
"And we will Granger. I promise. I think tonight though, we should have some girl time. Just the two of us, what do you think?"
"I'm getting kicked out, am I?" He raised a brow in amusement.
"Yes." Pansy snapped. He rolled from the bed, dressing quickly as Hermione took another hit.
"Thanks for the drinks, Sirius." He mimicked at Hermione as he threw her a look. "I'll be expecting repayment, and now that you're a single woman, that can come in many forms." He grinned in victory as she nearly passed out from his offer. With a quick kiss on her hand and one last arrogant smirk at Pansy, he was off. The door shut quietly behind him and Pansy turned to Granger who was holding the strange muggle grass up to her face again.
Pansy had some. And some more. And then she drove into the whiskey. About 30 minutes later the two of them were a sight to see: lounging across the bed, both clad in bathrobes, the bottle of half finished whiskey between them and sweet wrappers littering the room. Pansy had to admit, she was sensationally relaxed.
"So what really happened with Weasely?" Maybe too relaxed. Hermione huffed and passed Pansy the fag they were splitting, before turning her eyes towards her friend.
"We just don't work. I'm not sure if we ever really worked." Pansy nodded sagely, that was how she felt about Draco. Yes, they were still great friends, he was a brilliant shag…but there was nothing else. They cared for one another, sure, but the spark that had been forced upon them since childhood never seemed to light.
"I always thought it would be you and Potter." Hermione closed her eyes quickly and turned away reaching for the bottle again. Pansy took in her body language with interest. "Am I right then? Have you been fucking Potter?"
"Pansy!" Hermione gasped, "Can you please not? Of, of course not. Harry is my best friend…" She trailed off, seeming to lose her train of thought. Pansy snorted in disbelief.
"Yeah? Are you sure that's all?" Hermione took several moments to compose herself before deciding to come clean.
"It's over. Whatever it was, it ended and it's not something either he nor I would care to revisit."
"You sound awfully confident that he feels the same way you do. But I mean, who am I to say? You obviously know him much better than I do…so…."
Pansy smirked. Hermione frowned. Silence.
"I lied." Hermione whispered.
"About what?"
"I don't love Ron. Not like that."
"And Potter?"
"I think I could have…" Her eyes filled with emotion and Pansy reached over pulling her into her arms. "It would have just been so much easier, you know?" Hermione sniffed as her tears fell onto Pansy's robe in earnest.
"Do you think you would have been happier?" Pansy asked, dreading the answer already.
"No." Hermione didn't take a second to think about what she had just said before continuing on. "It wouldn't have made a difference, he would still be here, he would still be fucking up my whole life." She burst into sobs. Pansy rocked her back and forth, patting her head soothingly as Hermione raged. Oh God. Thought Pansy, what the hell was she supposed to do now? This whole thing was becoming an utter mess. Finally after several minutes, Hermione pulled back and righted herself, wiping her glazed-over eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just so tired. And I can't sleep, because I can't stop thinking about him."
Pansy looked at her distress, and suddenly felt… guilty, about last night. So guilty that she felt the sudden need to be blunt and truthful with her newfound friend. She sat up quickly, grabbing Hermione's arms with sudden strength.
"Hermione…last night-"
"It's not right that I'm thinking about him at all. Let alone this often. It would never work, would be completely insane to even consider the idea. And I'm fine with that really, I'm fine with being alone. I have more important things to concentrate on then Draco Fucking Malfoy!" She finished with a shout.
"Hermione." Pansy tried again. "I need to tell you-"
"And further more, I will not allow him to go around cornering me and kissing me-" Pansy paused with a gasp.
"When did he kiss you?"
Hermione clamped her lips shut and remained silent. No bother, Pansy would coerce the whole scoop out of Draco later. She figured, with the circumstances being what they were, she would even out the playing field and hopefully quell the look of guilt that had suddenly descended onto Hermione's features. She wouldn't have her new friend feeling sorry over a Weasel.
"Weasely and I got drunk last night. After we took Felix." Hermione gasped in shock.
"You did it with him? Instead of me!" Pansy saw her anger at Ron as encouragement.
"Yes, we ended up in the library, and well, one thing led to another…." Hermione's eyes were widening at an alarming rate. She should really just spit it out. "We had hate sex. Lots of it. Anyway," She looked awkwardly at Hermione, who was staring at her in complete shock. "It seems as though he's going to try and ignore Draco from now on, so that's something, isn't it? If you two get together then he will be a bit more understanding, no?" Pansy patted her hand and laid back down.
Hermione was silent for several moments before she started laughing, she laughed and laughed until the most murderous of looks entered her eyes and she fell silent staring off into space.
"That filthy hypocrite." She snapped.
"I know, right?" Pansy huffed. "You could do so much better Granger. He's so angry and uncivilized, you are too intelligent for that, obviously. You need someone a little more…refined." Hermione turned her incredulous stare to Pansy.
"You really are the most honest person I know."
"Thank you."
"No, thank you. For saving me whole lot of guilt and heartache. That fucking bastard!" She roared. Pansy was startled by her sudden outburst. It seemed Hermione was pulling out all the stops tonight; Hermione cursing was even less of an occurrence than Hermione drinking. "I'm going to make him pay."
Pansy clasped her hands together in glee.
"Hell hath no witch like a witch who has been scortched! Oh how I love a good revenge plot!" She cackled. Hermione smiled despite her mixed feelings about Pansy's confession. In one way, it was exactly what she needed to hear, in another, it sort of hurt. She brushed it away.
"Plot away." She reached for another peppermint imp, her attention now fully focused on Pansy's next words.
"Well, tomorrow night, you know, is my Birthday and I'm planning a little party only at the most decadent French Restaurant in all of London,…just some close friends… I even invited Potter, Weasel and She-Weasel, sorry about that. Feel free to bring Draco as your date…stir things up. I'll take it from there... " Hermione scoffed.
"Yeah, like he'd ever agree to that."
"Hermione, don't play dumb."
"Fine." She snapped. "Just fine." She rolled over and passed out almost instantly.
Pansy thought it was more than just fine as she sunk back into her plush pillows and closed her eyes. The last thoughts before sleep claimed her, were of tomorrow night…it would be the catalyst, the shift in power for the residents of this prestigious home. She smirked in her sleep. It was the calm before the storm. And Pansy Parkinson absolutely loved storms.
Things at number 12 will never be the same.