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Chapter 13: The Malfoy Charm

As soon as I knew Granger was far enough inside the crawl space that she'd go undetected, I unlocked the dormitory door, unable to mask the huge grin that was on my face. Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Theo were all waiting at the door, Crabbe poised with his gorilla-like fist still in mid-air in front of the door.

"What the hell, Draco!" snapped Crabbe. Crabbe's tone of voice toward me had become bitchier and bitchier by the day, to my great displeasure. I figured it may have something to do with me forcing him and Goyle to appear as small girls and various other people in order to help me hide in the Room of Requirement for my super secret task but if that was the case, he needed to suck it up. He was my henchman and should act accordingly, with a kind and willing attitude to boot! "I'm exhausted! What the piss were you doing in here for so long? Didn't you hear me knocking!?"

"Oh, calm down," I said flippantly, standing aside so my roommates could come in. "I'll have you know I was very busy in here..." I paused dramatically and then raised my eyebrows. "...having a crazy shag session that's left me so tingly I almost couldn't walk to the door to undo the charm I put on it."

Theo gave me a high-five, and Goyle looked impressed. Blaise rolled his eyes primly and perched on the end of his bed. Jealous little wally.

But Crabbe's expression just grew more squished and scrunchy. "Draco, I swear to Salazar, I'm so tired of your bullshit! I have a study group tomorrow at seven in the morning and you're in here dicking around! LIKE ALWAYS!"

"Study group?" I laughed loud and long, and Theo, Blaise, and Goyle followed suit. "Nice one, Crabbe!"

Crabbe made a sound like a cauldron exploding and stomped off to bed, pulling his canopy around it so that there was no way to look in. You know, as funny as his recent bursts of anger were, I had this sneaking suspicion that one day Crabbe was going to have a total breakdown. I hoped I wouldn't be around for it.

"So, Malfoy, let's hear the nasty details! Who're you shagging now, anyway?" asked Theo with a pervy smile.

Blaise and I made eye contact. I knew that if I admitted I'd shagged Mudblood Granger to Theo, Goyle and Crabbe, I'd be asking for trouble. I'd already had to prove myself this year after my father's business with the prophecy. There was no way I was going to make my family appear even more shameful.

"Oh, someone you don't know," I said, sucking in air and rubbing the back of my head. "She's a very attractive Pureblood and she's got a nice body. I can't tell you her name or else she'd be upset with me because..er..she's got a boyfriend. She's not in any of our classes, and she doesn't go to our school."

"How convincing. She sounds very realistic," snarked Blaise.

"Nice, Malfoy! She sounds like a babe!" Theo cheered. "Did you get to rub her feet?"

"Ugh, no way. I'm not sick like you," I countered.

"Was she any good?" Goyle asked while picking his nose.

"Given that you've had zero experience, I'm not sure how to describe to you just how good she was," I responded. "But let's say she was the best lay I've had. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go tell Pansy she's been demoted from her position of my top shag."

Blaise let out a short laugh. "Draco, you definitely have a death wish."

"I'll kill him with my own two hands!" shouted Crabbe from behind his canopy, "and all the rest of you if you keep talking while I'm trying to sleep!"

We all burst into laughter again. You just couldn't take someone like Crabbe seriously!

..

"There he is! There he is! DRACO! Get over here and tell me how it went!" Pansy shouted from the couch. "Girls, make room!" Daphne, Astoria and Tracey got up from the couch and dispersed, chattering loudly. I figured that Millicent's absence meant she was still getting some of that sweet Patil loving. I was no longer jealous being that I'd been fucked harder than ever before in my life and all I could think about was whether I'd be able to keep my mouth shut for two weeks in order to shag Granger again.

I flopped onto the couch and stretched, moving my head into Pansy's lap. I sighed deeply. "I suppose I should thank you," I said, cocking my eyebrow at her.

"I suppose so, being that you've got a horrid case of sex hair," she smirked.

"Yikes! Fix it!" I said.

Pansy began to massage my bangs back into place. "So, she was good? I want all the dirty details. As much as I can handle without being physically ill."

I closed my eyes. "Pansy, you have absolutely no idea. I may be seriously messed up but that was fantastic. You know, it was a great way to get out my anxiety-"

"I figured," she responded. "So what did you two get up to? Lots of angry, hair-pulling, by the books, Pureblood and Mudblood hatesex?"

"Clearly, but it was so much more, Pans. She was amazing. And you know me. I'm very particular."

"Yes, I am quite aware," she chortled. "Is that a bruise?" She brushed her hand across my cheek.

"Er. It's nothing."

"Well, anyway, I'm impressed that Granger was a good lay-"

"And the blood traitorous guilt hasn't even set in yet. I'm sure it will soon but I'm just satisfied now. I'm going to sleep well for the first time in months!"

"This gives me a small amount of respect for her." She made a hand gesture as though she were pinching a teeny amount of Floo powder. "Small. So what else? Did she give you head?"

"Oh, yes," I replied. I opened one eye to see Pansy's expression as I went on. "You know how you could never blow me right?"

Instantly, Pansy ceased in straightening my hair, her manicured finger paused just above my forehead. "I remember how you were so depressed and vain that you'd fixate on your own ridiculous thoughts and so you couldn't bring yourself to orgasm," she chirped.

"And Tracey couldn't do it right either-"

"Don't put Tracey in the same camp as me," Pansy squawked. "Get to the point, Draco. Was it another sad session of erectile drama? I can't imagine the Mudblood being very good at sucking off a normal bloke, not to mention your complex member!"

I sneered up at Pansy. "Granger got me off in under ten minutes, Pans. Ten."

"RATS!" Pansy screeched, crossing her arms so that she jostled me in the head.

"Hey!" I snapped, sitting up. "You have a job to do!" I gestured to my hair.

But Pansy seemed highly distracted. "Ten minutes?" she pressed. "With no wiggle room? Are you sure it wasn't eleven minutes? Twelve? Ten and a half?"

I grinned, narrowing my eyes. "Sorry, Pans. You've been bested insanely- there's no contest here. Granger was far superior to you in every respect. You may have a bells-and-whistles way of performing, but Granger was very much a grab-and-go kind of girl-"

"She didn't best me," Pansy argued. flipping her chin-length black hair out of her face and securing it with the ribbon in the back of her hairdo. "You're just a crazy, self-hating idiot and I'm sure getting sucked by a dirty blood really got you excited."

"Maybe so," I agreed cautiously, "but if you could have gotten me off, you'd have done it years ago when we first started fooling around. So if you ever want to tell anyone about me and Granger, I'll very quickly inform them that compared to Granger, you're a terrible lay-"

"WHAT? Now, THAT is preposterous!" Pansy said, and glowered. "I took your virginity! No matter how many times with Tracey, you always said I was the best! Not to mention I'm the best kisser you've ever had!..Though now Blaise may be my competition."

"Shut it. Blaise is not in the running. But Granger's the best I've had, so talk as much shit about me being a blood traitor as you want but you'll always know deep down that a Mudblood shagged better than you. Kissing? Anyone can kiss well, especially when they've nearly snogged everyone at Hogwarts."

"Ugh. I hate you," Pansy protested, and I was very happy to see how irritated she was becoming. I hadn't been able to hold much over her for a long time. Today was easily one of the greatest days of my entire school career, save of course for the time I thought Hagrid had gotten sacked. "Enjoy your sleep, Draco. I'm quite over hearing about your disgusting sex-"

"You're the one who put me up to it!" I said, half-smirking. "You're so insane!"

She climbed over me to get off the couch, her skirt riding up over her pink panties. I slapped her hard on the butt to get her attention. "WHAT?" she screamed and smacked my shoulder.

"So this means I completely out of the running for being pranked, right? I did everything you asked me to."

Pansy sighed and nodded. "Yes, it means no one can prank you, Draco. You're safe, though it pains me to say so." She scooted off the couch and tugged down her skirt. "Goodnight," she said in a sort-of rude voice.

"Wherever are you going? You're supposed to do the best friend duty of listening to me explaining every single position, everything she said... By the way, she said she wouldn't say my name, but I did my special finger trick on her clit and she was positively screaming Draco, it was marvelous-"

"That's nice, but I have something I have to take care of," Pansy said, and would you believe it? She walked away from me!

At first I was completely furious but as soon as I got in bed and really thought about it, I broke up laughing. Obviously, Pansy's heart was breaking. She was learning the harsh truth- that I'd officially moved on!

I went quickly to sleep after imagining exactly how I wanted Hermione Granger next time we shagged. Because, obviously, I was going to win the wager.

..

Saturday and Sunday were extremely easy. I hardly encountered Weasley or Potter at all on weekends, unless we all happened to be studying in a small space, or urinating in the same loo, or all at Hogsmede in the same area. But truth be told, most of those occasions occurred because I was purposefully trying to find them to spout off a new taunt I'd thought of, or practice a new spell. Me ignoring them completely meant I hardly saw them at all.

On Saturday, I could tell they didn't really notice anything was up. Weasley threw a few irritated glances in my direction and Potter very carefully avoided my gaze. I caught Granger sneakily eying me once or twice. I smiled at her knowingly and she'd turn away at once. I was distracted by my Charms homework, which Blaise and I did in the library. He told me all about how Cormac McLaggen was a sloppy kisser as I sang loudly and covered my ears. In the evening, Pansy and I went to Hogsmede and she hinted obviously at the hundreds of Christmas gifts she thought I should get for her. "And it better be my best present from you yet," she had told me with a glare. "I got you the best shag of your life. It's the least you could do to repay me."

Sunday was just as much of a snap. Crabbe and Goyle guarded the Room of Requirement as I worked on my secret task (Crabbe huffing all the way, of course), and then we practiced dueling for a while. At supper, Weasley and Potter only looked in my direction once, but that may have been because Pansy screamed when I put whipped cream on her nose. I have to say, it was a bit shattering how easy it was for them to avoid me. I would have thought they'd practically be begging me to bully them.

Monday was a chore, and it went downhill from there. I sat next to Potter in Potions and behind him in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Generally, I spent the periods whispering cruel things at him or poking him with my quill, but I had to act nicely toward him or I knew Granger wouldn't let me fuck her. So I behaved. I helped him stir the nettles instead of insulting his dead parents. I leant him my book when he cursed himself for forgetting his own copy. I did not so much as smirk when he caught his cauldron on fire. In fact, I helped him put it out and very earnestly asked if he was alright. From the way Granger was acting, an outsider would assume she wasn't even noticing, but every so often I'd catch her looking.

On Tuesday, I almost broke down. First off, Weasley received a parcel of really disgusting looking cookies (from his fat little mother, no doubt!) and it took everything out of me not to ask if I could please have some so that I could fill the holes in the walls of the Shrieking Shack. Instead, I smiled tightly as I walked on past, and Granger raised her eyebrows at me. During History of Magic, we learned all about the background of Azkaban Prison and Weasley made sure to say he was certainly glad his father wasn't in Azkaban. I nearly hurled a book at his head, but thought better of it. Granger gave me a look of slight disbelief.

Once Wednesday came 'round, I nearly went mad and started biting myself. Without opportunities to curse and insult Potter and Weasley, I'd resorted to being particularly uncouth to my housemates. I'd never been punched harder by Pansy, and that was saying something! Theo had cussed me out, and Blaise was currently "not on speaking terms" with me (boo-hoo).

After I had made Tracey sob for the second time that day, Pansy took my arm roughly and led me out of the common room.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snipped. "I was thrilled you got laid because I assumed it would buy everyone at least a month of peace! Why are you in such a ridiculously awful mood, Draco?"

I tried to control my breathing, and debated whether to tell her. At this point, it didn't matter. On the route I was on, I was going to be locked up by tomorrow afternoon. "Granger," was my short, snappy response.

"What in the bollucks does Granger have to do with this? I thought she made you happy! Unless you actually FANCY her or something! UGH! Draco, I'll murder you if you FANCY her—"

I put my hand over her mouth. "Keep your knickers on! I absolutely do not fancy her! I detest her! But she wagered that if she made me come from a blow job, I had to be civilized toward her friends for two full weeks. So then, I raised the bet and told her that if I left them alone, she'd have to shag me again. And she agreed."

Pansy slapped my hand away and burst into giggles. "Draco—you're too much—hahaha—you little idiot—"

"What are you laughing about?" I snarled through gritted teeth.

"You do know what this weekend is, don't you? It's Slughorn's Christmas party."

"Why would I care about that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and trying to hide my hurt feelings at not being invited.

Pansy snorted. "Because your precious Mudblood is attending the affair with none other than Cormac McLaggen, Draco! My sources say she's into him, and he's definitely sweet on her. For a Gryffindor, he's pretty fit." She fanned herself. "She conned you into being nice and you're doing it! I never thought I'd see the day."

My lip wavered. "What gives you that idea? We're not dating. I'm not bloody promising myself to her! I just want to stick it in her again!"

"Draco! WAKE UP!" Pansy screeched. "Once was it. Granger totally took advantage of your horniness and benefited from your stupidity. If she was anyone else, I'd idolize her."

"That's absolutely untrue. Granger enjoyed fucking me—"

"Did I SAY she didn't?" Pansy questioned, placing her hands on her hips and glaring. "Don't be a sap. I'm just saying she tricked you by using your desperation and now you're playing right into her game by being nice to her terrible friends."

"We'll see about that!" I shouted. Granger would do anything to have my cock in her mouth again. I knew it.

..

After a particularly difficult time on Thursday, I confronted her after Potions. "Granger, I think I misplaced my quill. Can I have a word?"

"Isn't your quill right there in your hand, Malfoy?" Potter asked rudely, pointing at me.

"Why, yes it is," I said through clenched teeth. "Thank you, Potter. How silly of me."

Potter stepped back from me a pace, looking slightly horrified. "Malfoy, are you sick?"

"Whatever do you mean?" I said in that same false, cheery way. "I was merely looking for my quill. The one I thought I saw Granger with yesterday," I continued, attempting to signal to the Mudblood by making dramatic movements with my eyebrows.

"You look sick," Potter concluded. "And you sound funny, too."

But Granger threw me a Look. "Sorry, Malfoy, I forgot. I'll find it for you. Meet you up in the common room, Harry. I've got to go to the library after this anyway." I followed her out into the hallway between the Potion's classroom and the Slytherins' study hall. "What?" she hissed, as soon as Potter and Weasel were halfway down the hall and out of earshot.

"I'm horny," I whispered into her ear, tugging her hair gently.

Granger let out a bitter laugh. "Go take care of yourself?" she suggested in a wry voice and pulled her face away from mine.

"I want you," I said throatily, and gave her my best dastardly grin. "All I can think about is my tongue in between your legs, my cock inside you—"

"Malfoy, people are around," she whispered, frowning and gripping her book bag. But I could see her cheeks becoming a pinkish hue.

"I wouldn't care. I'd shag you up against the wall over there if you said 'yes'. So, what do you say?"

Granger crossed her arms. "No," she said plainly. "You've only kept to the deal for five and a half days. Come see me the Saturday after this one. Though at this point, I have low hopes for you. You look like an animal." She went to turn away, but I grabbed her shoulder. She whipped around. "What!"

"Are you going to the Christmas ball with McLaggen?" I burst out.

"What business is that of yours?"

"Are you?"

"I won't say."

I used my best bratty tone, the one that made Pansy, my mother, and almost every professor bend to my every will: "Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you?"

"OH MY GOD, MALFOY!" Granger snapped. "Yes, I am! I'm going with Cormac! Why, are you jealous? Would you have rather been my date or something? Don't be daft, you're not even allowed there. As if I'd consider taking you—"

"No," I said, and cleared my throat, actually not certain what I was thinking. McLaggen may have been a secret bisexual, but he was also quite popular with all the ladies. I hated his boxy frame and his stupid hair and his toothy grin and his jocky face! "So you fancy him?"

"A bit," Granger said, and I bristled. "You know, just because we shagged once it doesn't make me your property—"

"Lay off the feminist bullshit, Granger—let's go fuck right now. I'll be quick—"

"Oh, that's enchanting," she said, clicking her tongue.

"No! I mean… You KNOW what I mean!" I said, feeling tense. "Look, are you playing me for a fool? No one plays Draco Malfoy for a fool!"

"I had plans to go to this party far before this past weekend. Get over yourself, Malfoy," she said, and turned to leave again.

"Granger, are you planning to date him, or shag him, or just go as his date this one time? Just tell me, I'd like to know—"

"You're not my boyfriend," Granger said with a very dark expression. "Thank God."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Malfoy—"

"Are you planning to shag me again or are you just playing games with me?" I demanded.

Granger put her hand on her hip. "You have a lot of emotional baggage," was what she said before disappearing down the hall. I let out a shout of frustration and slammed my fist on the wall.

"Ahhhh," I whimpered softly, shaking out my hand.

"Bad luck, Draco," said Pansy, sidling into the hall and cozying up next to me.

"What the hell? Were you listening the entire time?"

"I'm always listening. And I was right, wasn't I? It seems that the Malfoy charm doesn't always work, does it, darling? She got away from you so fast, I thought for a second she'd learnt to Apparate—"

"So what? She's going to the ball with McFaggen. Like I care! I'll just shag her next weekend as planned!"

Pansy widened her eyes. "You'd let Granger shag another bloke while you sit and stew? What's happened to you, Draco? Where's your stamina?"

"Well, what do you think I should do about it? OBVIOUSLY THERE IS NO OTHER WAY!" I commiserated, feeling sick about it. Damn Granger and her fabulous blow jobs, and nice body, and amazing hole!

Pansy flicked me on the nose. "DRACO! FOCUS! It's perfectly simple, isn't it? Make her jealous. Prove to her you don't care about her. Isn't that how you always play it?" she challenged, hand on hip.

"Out of my way, Pansy," I said, and charged past her. I had no tolerance for her attitude right now. I was too busy wanting to choke the life out of Cormac McLaggen. I decided I needed a quiet night of depressed solitude. I hadn't had one of those for a week or so. That would make me feel really good and angsty, and then maybe I could take action...