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What Witches Want

"You did what?!" Draco exclaimed, extremely indignant.

"Draco, it's not how you think!" Narcissa moaned, but momentarily he had no sympathy for her. He could hardly believe his mother sometimes!

"Really? Because it sounds as though as soon as father's gone, you've ran straight to my Head of house, had him make an Unbreakable Vow because you're so definite your own son will fail!" Draco was seething.

"Draco, please listen to me…"

"Whatever signs have made you doubt me, mother?" he interrupted her, almost derisively. "Would you care to elaborate on how I am not capable of performing what is given me? Can you please explain that?"

"I told you you had no business going to Snape." Draco's head spun around – in the door frame leading towards their sitting room, Bellatrix silhouette had appeared, sneering slightly at her sister.

"Stay out of this, Bella!" Narcissa shrieked, sending her sister a glare.

"It did no good for anyone," Bellatrix went on, ignoring her sister's attempt at a reprimand.

"I received my task not a month ago and I've already been practising duelling and curses, I've found a way to get everyone inside the castle—"

"And I'm very proud of you for it!" Narcissa squeaked.

"Yeah, seems like it!" Draco sarcastically went on. "Definitely! I'm hardly allowed out of the manor and whenever I do, it's just moaning and tears..."

"I'm worried about you Draco!" she defended herself.

"You have no reason to worry about me! I'm an adult, I've got it handled!"

"You're not, yet!"

Draco groaned irritably and rolled his eyes. "Well, what did you have him swear, then, mother?" Draco got out through gritted teeth.

Bellatrix gave a cold, short laugh, as Narcissa began to explain herself. "Simply to... to watch over you. To keep an eye on you, and to take over, should you fail..."

Draco snorted loudly. "To watch over me!" he rolled his eyes wildly. "I'm sixteen years old! I'll be of age in a year! And you think I need someone to babysit me?"

"No… Not babysit… Of course not, Draco…" Narcissa was on the verge of tears. "I never meant that I doubt you. It's only... the Dark Lord has provided you with this assignment to avenge Lucius, I know it!"

"You're unbelievable," Draco shook his head, "I will not fail, do you hear that? Your beloved Severus will not come to my rescue, you'll see. I'll manage perfectly on my own, but now that I know how you doubt me, forgive me if I do not share anything with you in the near future..."

"Draco, I was only looking out for you, you must know that..." tears began rolling down her cheeks, "with Lucius in prison, you're the only thing I have left..."

Bellatrix snorted in her door frame. Draco looked away and sighed, exasperated. "I'm going to Pansy's now."

Still shaking with anger, he sat down on Pansy's bed, letting out a tensed breath. She had been surprised, to say the least, to see green flames appearing in the fireplace when she was reading Witch Weekly in the parlour. He had stumbled out on the hearthrug, pardonedhimself to Mr Parkinson who had been frowning at him from behind his Daily Prophet, and to Mrs Parkinson who had given a small shriek but quickly continued with her knitting, her frown back on her face. He and Pansy had immediately gone up to her room, and he had briefly told her he had rowed with his mother (although he supposed it was rather obvious that he was angry by the look of him).

None of the events that had occurred during the summer (the flirting; the snogging; Pansy staying in his bed over night; the whole 'siblings' episode ending with both of them sort of admitting fancying each other; not even him telling her everything he hadn't told anyone else – about his father being in prison; about him finding out he had an aunt; hinting about being involved with the Dark Lord) had made them a couple. They kept on being their usual rather immature selves (at least Pansy, in Draco's opinion), who cuddled and snogged each other, flirting and joking as if they were together, but they hadn't spoken about it. Neither one of them, he supposed, with slight insight anyway, were particularly in touch with their emotions – how did you ever know you fancied someone, anyway?

Pansy left her room just as he had sat down on her rosy bed, mumbling something about finding the House Elf and have it prepare them some food since she was in the mood for some Cauldron Cake and turkey sandwiches, and Draco accidentally cast a glance over to her nightstand where one of her girly magazines lay, spread open. Hastily looking around Pansy's inescapably pink room, he seized his moment. He hesitantly reached out to pick it up. On the open page there was a large headline in fat red letters.

"What Witches Want"

He frowned. She must have been reading this just before he came round. He sent a glance towards the door, to make sure Pansy was not on her way back to catch him, but he saw nothing and distantly heard her ordering the House Elf around.

Are you, just as us, sick and tired of the way Wizards never seem to act like we want them to? Granted, there are definitely some ideal ones out there, but they are few... Us at Witch Weekly are done with being disappointed, irritated and plainly bored with our men. We have gathered the biggest turn-offs and to-do's collected all through Wizarding Britain, to show how a real Wizard should be.

Draco snorted. The audacity! In what way were girls any better? Pathetic. He rolled his eyes, yet intrigued he went for the first item on the list.

"He should know what we mean without us having to tell him, or explain ourselves."

How in Merlin's name would that be possible? Draco frowned to himself. With girls changing their minds every other minute and showing all possible moods available on a daily basis, how was one ever to ferret out what was going on in their heads? Well, sure, if they were as clear and obvious as boys were – meaning what they said, and saying what they meant – then yes, perhaps it could be done, but girls weren't like that, were they – they never showed what they meant. So the silly article meant that boys should basically spend all their time trying to read minds that changed all the time? He shook his head tiredly. Silly girls.

He browsed the entire article quickly (all about surprises, flowers, initiative in bed, breakfast in bed, being manly but not too manly, showing emotions – Draco wrinkled his nose) and suddenly felt stress beginning to creep up on him - was this what witches wanted? Apparently. He'd not once done one of the things, or so he thought.

But Pansy still snogged him occasionally, didn't she? Perhaps she didn't want him to do all those things, perhaps she didn't agree with the rest of the female teenaged wizarding population in Britain. Or did she? Pansy was a typical girl, he realised with a sinking feeling. What were the odds that she didn't agree with the article?

He hesitated slightly but feeling pressured from what he had just read, he grabbed her diary that had lay concealed beneath the magazine next to the bed on which he was sitting. Perhaps he'd just have a quick look, see what she thought about him. He glanced around and picked it up hastily. The pages were blank.

He pointed his wand at it and mumbled "reveal yourself" in a slight command, with a fleeting thought that it would be terrible if Pansy walked back in right at that moment. Nothing happened.

Quickly ransacking his mind for possible passwords, he tried "Slytherin", "Salazar", "Parkinson", even his own name and Pansy's birthday, until finally he – half-jokingly – muttered "Pureblood Princess", which was obviously the way she viewed herself, he thought. And his irritation turned to delight and self-satisfaction immediately when the diary began filling its on pages, black ink spreading rapidly over the parchments, and he recognised her handwriting at once. Ah, he had succeeded. He felt a thrill and smirked to himself. Pureblood Princess, he thought and snorted to himself – Pansy was indeed predictable.

He began searching through it, turning pages quickly, slightly nervous because he hardly wanted to get caught, yet smiling mischievously. Searching through the pages filled with her unnecessary thoughts about her girlfriends and the latest dress robes trends and stopped each time he saw his own name – which he had expected to be a bit more often than it actually was, and when she finally did mention him, it was for the most part only regarding schoolwork. Boring, he thought. He would've imagined she had been writing plenty naughty things about what she wanted to do with him if they were alone, but the only thing close to that had been in the latest entries when she had mentioned their snogging at Bletchley's party, and that "he always flirts with me loads, he must be in love with me" in what almost seemed like a taunting tone, making Draco's face very warm suddenly.

He shut the diary hastily and put it back on the nightstand, casting the magazine over it, when he heard Pansy's rapid footsteps coming up the stairs.

"You read her diary?" Montague was roaring with laughter a few days later when Draco retold the incident, again over at Bletchley's.

"That's just not... You just don't do that, mate," Bletchley was laughing almost as much as their team-captain, holding onto his stomach, as if getting muscle soreness from the hilarity.

Draco shrugged, a grin on his face.

"Well, what'd she write?" Theodore Nott interjected.

That sodding article from Witch Weekly stayed in his mind for the rest of the week, along with his fantasies about getting her into bed with him. On Friday, Pansy came to the Manor for dinner, entertaining Narcissa and Bellatrix with surprising confidence over a glass of their finest elf-made red wine and a rare steak in their large dining room. Pansy was the only one who knew about Bellatrix, as he had told her about her in the beginning of the summer and she had met her that same evening. For some reason, it hadn't frightened Pansy.

"This was exquisite, Mrs Malfoy, thanks," Pansy sighed delightedly when she was full and after finishing the story about the first time Draco had kissed her in the common room, describing him as drunk and slobbering. It had entertained both his mother and his aunt, but Draco's cheeks had burned. Why the bloody hell was she telling his family things like that? Yet, they seemed to find her cheeky and funny. Binky began clearing the table of plates and silverware, only leaving their crystal glasses. Narcissa smiled uncharacteristically warmly at Pansy. It soothed Draco – his mother stopped her crying whenever Pansy was over which was very refreshing.

Bellatrix had as well accepted Pansy right away, they both found her suitable for him, he knew it – his mother had even mentioned their future together and Pansy as a "fitting wife" – and he had seen her look cheerful for the first time since he came back from Hogwarts for the summer. Draco found it silly and naturally unthinkable; they were sixteen for Merlin's sake! Yet, he could finally relax when his mother was not depressed but too occupied with gushing over Pansy, but he was beginning to feel a strong urge to have her to himself, and to regain her attention that had been transferred to his mother and aunt.

"How is Draco doing with his spells?" Pansy asked Bellatrix, suddenly changing the tone of the conversation from jokes to severity. "He told me you're practicing the Unforgivables together?"

Draco merely observed.

"He's no natural, I'll tell you that," Bellatrix sniggered and grabbed her glass of wine. "We've been at it for weeks, yet he can still hardly kill off a mouse."

He silently cursed his aunt for saying that in front of Pansy, feeling abashed. Narcissa looked down onto the surface of the table with a clenched mouth and empty eyes. The cheerfulness of having Pansy over was not working as a distraction anymore, not when this subject had been brought up, and he wondered briefly if his mother would think less of Pansy for starting the conversation. Draco, on the other hand, was quite proud and content that she was showing interest in what he did. And he briefly wondered if she was his girlfriend yet.

Pansy gave a light laugh and waved it off, "Oh, I'm sure it won't be much longer now..."

Draco turned to look at his classmate, and he was filled with a slight appreciation for her loyalty and support.

"You finished?" Draco asked her then, indicating to her food, longing to go upstairs with her.

"Oh, someone's impatient," Bellatrix chortled, her long dark hair falling back when she gulped down the rest of her wine easily.

Pansy gave a slight smirk, probably a dirty thought in her mind. It excited him further. "No, I'm just tired of sitting here," Draco said boldly.

"Thanks so much for dinner," Pansy said again, flashing a brilliant smile to his mother, who shone up again.

"Why don't you take Pansy upstairs, I'm sure you want some time for yourselves," Narcissa said, too encouraging in Draco's opinion – her words about marriage and the future still ringing in his head, making her last comment sound like an encouragement for the two of them to go upstairs and start producing babies. The thought made him sweat.

But Pansy flashed him her teasing smile and all other thoughts disappeared from his mind.

"Yes, let's go, Pans," he said, rising and waiting for her. Pansy gave a final smile to his mother and aunt before following him out of the room.

The oak-door closed behind them and in the large hallway Pansy mumbled, "Eager, are we?"

Draco gave a brief smirk. "Yes."

It produced Pansy's usual high-pitched laugh, and she followed him quickly to his bedroom.

Pansy continued speaking about the topic downstairs and his mother and aunt, and trying to ferret out why he was practising Unforgivables, and Draco knew he had to stop her. He hadn't told her about his task, and he knew he couldn't.

"Let's not speak of my mother and aunt, shall we," he said to get her mind off it, and gave her a small smirk. She laughed her high-pitched laugh and reached out to pinch his cheek playingly.

"Fancy seeing you in my bed," he said in a haughty tone – her high-pitched giggle back again. He could not refrain from a small smile.

"I bet," she teased.

"Been wanting to have you here for a while."

The words sent a pleasant shiver through Pansy's body, and she moved closer on top of the covers, playing with his collar. Finally touching...

Pansy brushed her feet against his. She was so close, but they were both teasing the other. A jolt shot through his crotch when she lifted her leg and put it up on his hip, urging him closer.

Merlin... he groaned inwardly. Their bodies were now pressed against each other, he could suddenly feel her breasts against his chest, and he put a hand on her hip - seemed about right. She moved her foot up and down his, teasingly.

"What is that?" he muttered, swallowing thickly. She gave him a hasty glance, a teasing look.

"Playing footsie," she said and gave a laugh.

Her body against his, so close, he feared he could not hold his excitement down much longer. He felt bold and crept his hand underneath her clothes and stroked her naked hip. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric of her small knickers, but he didn't dare slip his fingers inside just yet. It seemed however as though that was what Pansy wanted because she reached her leg even higher, urging him even closer, and now his quickly hardening penis was pressed against her lower abdomen. They had never been that close – it was hinting at new things they hadn't tried yet, quite suggestively, even if he'd imagined them. What if tonight was actually the night? They had both wanted it long enough now, he had just not really dared to take initiative yet (but the stupid article was still in his head, reminding him of dominance in bed and masculinity – no holding back then, he supposed).

Suddenly hungry, Draco flipped her over so she was on her back and he was on his side, bent over her, and kissed her. Pansy yanked his leg in between her thighs and began writhing against it. It massively turned him on, because he realised the movement had to mean she was horny. He urged her mouth open and swirled his tongue around, meeting hers in an exchange of wetness. He pressed his erection against her. Merlin, he had never wanted it this much. He knew that it was happening now, he just knew – from the intensity of the moment.

Their snogs in common room or prefect patrols had sometimes even resulted in him having a long chilly shower in the Prefect's bathroom afterwards to calm himself down. Not to mention the countless of times he'd stroked himself, imagining it was Pansy's hand, or better yet her mouth, down there. But now, she was actually in his bed. It was happening.

Pansy pulled back with a deep breath. He knew she was excited too.

She took her blouse off and suddenly he had a pair of perfectly symmetrical pair of tits in a lace bra right in his face. She looked at him teasingly, but he didn't notice because he was staring at them. He immediately brought both hands up to touch them, roughly pushing them together, rubbing his hands all over them. They began kissing roughly and he struggled with the bra clasp on her back. She helped him, and finally her naked breasts were pressed against his body, leaving her in only knickers and skirt. He pulled back to look at them, grabbing them, running his hands all over them, not meaningly running his fingers over her nipples, making Pansy let out a moan and writhe against him. He hastily looked up at her, surprised that his hands on her breasts had had that effect on her.

"You're making me wet," she mumbled. Surprised, he smirked greatly, and continued stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples. She grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, his erection pressing against her lower abdomen. He gasped out of excitement. The only thing between them was a bit of fabric. His dick had never had contact with anything other than his own hand basically, and now it was pressed against Pansy's stomach, merely clothing between.

Sure, they had snogged before, but now for the first time, they had crossed another line. She was actually for the first time feeling his erection press against her. It excited her to no end. She fumbled with his belt, got it up and loosened the buttons of his trousers; he impatiently got them off and threw them on the floor. Then it was her turn to flip him over, and after giving him a sloppy kiss on the lips, she began working her way down his body; kissing his neck, kissing his chest while running her hands over it, reaching his lower abdomen, slowing down her kisses, while she was placed between his legs on the bed. She gave a slight grin and glanced up at him, giving his erection a peck through his boxers. Draco gave a raspy breath. Enjoying the response she got she began placing slow kisses through the fabric, for the first time feeling what was inside. She grinned up at him.

Watching her, he could not believe it was happening. It was the first time she had ever touched him down there, even though it was through the boxers, but now she even had her face and her mouth down there as well. He could not believe it was happening.

She reached inside his underwear, grabbed his erection and began stroking it. He was going mental. Never before had someone else touched him down there. The first time she began kissing his throbbing dick and finally (with him unwillingly holding his breath) she opened her mouth and let it into the warmth and wetness inside - he remembered thinking one thing: she could do whatever she bloody wanted. Never had someone had as much power over him.

He flipped her over again, and this time he was done with foreplay, he could not wait anymore. Pushing her down on the bed so she lay on her back, he kneeled over her, grabbed her skirt and roughly dragged it over her hips and down her legs and threw it away. While kissing fiercely, he unbuttoned his shirt and got it off, Pansy immediately stroked his chest, but he grabbed the edges of her small knickers and began pulling them off – she had to raise her body from the bed to allow him to get them off. Down her legs they went, and finally they were off, and he grabbed her hips, adjusting her body, and then grabbed his achingly hard dick, and guided it towards her. She spread her legs and (finally) pressing the tip against her, he realised that it was really happening. Pansy writhed against his tip, and he slid inside with a groan. Tight, warm, wet.

Pansy groaned at the same time as he did, momentarily losing track of where she was and not being able to focus on anything other than being inside her. Draco Malfoy. The thought excited her even further.

It felt like nothing he had ever felt before, his own hand on his dick could not compare for miles against the warm sensation of her wrapping herself around him. This was heaven, he thought, and began pushing in and out of her slowly a couple of times, adjusting, and then settled on a very quick pace, his balls slapping against her bum with every fast thrust. He grabbed her thigh and pushed it up so he could have further access, pushing himself even deeper, and increased his pace to a frantic thrust, to the sound of her moaning.

"Fuck, yeah, that feels so good," he groaned darkly. She whispered dirty encouragements in his ear and he thrust with finality until finally his lower abdomen gave a jolt, and he jerked his dick into her for a few final, slow and hard thrusts as he came.

The look on her face was pure smug satisfaction from having him come in her.

When she fell asleep that evening, Pansy knew one thing. She had him completely wrapped around her finger. That night he held her almost too hard, wrapping both his arms and legs around her and snaking his fingers into hers, and she felt slightly suffocated.

Perhaps, she thought, he was a bit too into her.