It was late when Draco descended the steps to Slytherin house. He'd lost his net and snitch props somewhere in the Great Hall, but they had served their purpose and he no longer needed them. He waved a tired hand at the entrance and spoke the password, then dragged himself through to the common room. Blaise was holding court in his regal muggle king's costume, a sixth year girl on one arm and a seventh year girl on the other. His hands were busy.

Draco ducked his head and passed them by, making a direct path to his private room. As he reached his door and unlocked the bolt, someone tackled him from behind.

"Sod off!" he forced his hands up and pushed his attacker off of his back. Pansy Parkinson stepped back, a hungry look in her eyes. "What are you on about, Pansy?"

She stepped forward aggressively and wrapped her arms around his neck, swishing her hips suggestively and butting her nose against his. Her sexy cat costume had gotten her sent back to her room for additional coverage, but now that she had returned from the dance she had stripped down the excess to the minimum coverage she'd originally envisioned.

"Harry Potter," she purred, winking.

"Yes yes," Draco rolled his eyes, extracting himself from her grip. She eluded his hands and immediately enveloped him again. She stood on tiptoes and pressed her mouth up against his, pushing her tongue deep. He froze, not sure whether to push her away or accept her come-on. She broke the kiss with a sloppy slurp.

"Keep the costume on," she whispered, pushing him back against the door and fumbling for the knob. He assisted, letting them both in and closing the door behind them.

"Potter?" Draco smirked. "You? Really?"

"Why not?" Pansy looked insulted. "I'm not so house loyal that I wouldn't notice the sexiest man in Hogwarts."

"I thought I retained that title," Draco said haughtily, suddenly irritated by her single-mindedness.

"Of course you do, sweet baby," Pansy pulled his head down to rest on her cleavage. "I meant other than you."

"That's better," he pushed back again and regarded her calculatingly. "So what do you want to do?"

"I want to suck you off," she said bluntly. Draco's eyes bugged out of his head, bringing a smile to her lips. "I want to suck you off and call you Harry."

Draco glanced across the room at his reflection in the full length mirror. "I don't really look anything like him, you realize," he pointed out.

"Close enough," with a strength belied by her short stature, Pansy shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. "Where are your glasses?"

Draco fumbled in his pocket and reseated the round wireframes across his face. Pansy's smile took on a predatory edge, her eyes gleamed ravenously. She quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed the short Gryffindor flight robe open. Draco tried to help but she pushed his hands away and instructed him in a chiding tone to let her do it. She yanked his pants open and slid them down over his hips, revealing his erect member. His knob didn't care who sucked it, he thought, as long as it got sucked.

Pansy chuckled huskily, pleased with what she saw. Draco wasn't unduly flattered, he knew what made for a good looking prick, and he knew he had those qualities in spades. He looked down the length of his body as Pansy dipped her head and took him into her mouth. A groan escaped his throat as she worked with impossible skill.

Pansy's technique was outstanding. Draco grasped the sheets and tried not to writhe too much. He reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, only slightly put off by the long, fine strands that didn't ruffle through his fingers like he would have preferred.

"Hands off," she released him just long enough to hiss a rebuke and push his reaching arm away. He obliged, stretching up and grasping the headboard instead. She cupped, squeezed and massaged as she returned to sucking marvelously.

"Harry," she whispered between long, deep drags.

"Harry," Draco whispered in return, his eyes fluttering in ecstasy behind his eyelids.

"Pansy," she snapped sharply, squeezing a little too tightly for comfort.

Draco yelped and his head came up off of the pillow. "Sorry, Pansy. Pansy."

"That's better," her voice became a purr again and she went back to work.

Draco swallowed all urges to speak after that, Pansy gagged only once or twice but never lost her rhythm. She played her fingers around his entrance, releasing him once or twice to lick his inner thighs. Draco's head felt like it would explode. He screwed his eyes shut as the urge to climax overwhelmed him. His breath quickened and his muscles bore down as wave after wave of ecstasy washed up his body from deep inside.

Pansy scrunched her face and withdrew belatedly, a mouthful of salty emission and a splash across her face her reward for good work. She turned her head and spat delicately, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She waited a few moments for Draco's ecstatic convulsions to subside, then cleared her throat. Draco glanced down and saw the glistening spunk on her cheek and chin. She raised an eyebrow imperiously.

"A gentleman always cleans up," she ordered. Draco retrieved his wand and obliged. He removed all traces from the purloined uniform and his bedsheets as well.

Pansy stood and straightened her costume, then tucked an escaped breast back into her black bustier with an air of practicality. She thanked Draco coolly and exited without another word. He could hear her footsteps retreating in the direction of her private room, no doubt focused on reliving the Potter fantasy for her own gratification in private.

Draco stood slowly and removed the quidditch gear, folding it neatly and placing it on his desk chair. Morning classes would be cancelled tomorrow, so he should have time to sneak down to the equipment shed to put it back. Although with the way his costume was received by the rest of the student body, he doubted anyone would be cross with him for the theft.

He waved his wand a few times to remove the lightning bolt scar from his forehead and revert his platinum locks to their former glory. he brushed his hair down with his hands, ruffling his fingers through the short strands and thinking about Pansy's work. He returned to his bed and extinguished the light, then gripped himself firmly beneath the sheet for another go.