The next day, Slytherins had Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors. Lacey chose her outfit under her dress robes carefully. She wore a green, buttoned up blouse that matched her house colors. The top three buttons were loose, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Her skirt was made out of black silk, thin and sheer. Lacey finished curling her jet black hair and applying eyeliner before making her way to class with Draco Malfoy.
Draco had his arm slung around Lacey's waist, and she had hers over his shoulders. Draco was like a close brother to Lacey. They had grown up in the same household and she didn't feel more comfortable around anyone else.
"Where were you last night? Crabbe told me you didn't come back until after nine," Draco asked Lacey in a hard voice.
"I was studying in the library," Lacey said innocently, faking a yawn, "Potions exam tomorrow."
Draco didn't seem convinced and he stared Lacey down with threatening eyes. If she was lying to him and fooling around with Potter, he didn't know if he'd be able to keep from hurting her. She was the hottest piece of ass in Hogwarts, and every guy wanted their turn. Draco kept most of them away by threats and intimidation, but Lacey had shown considerable interest in Potter before she had started coming back late.
They arrived at DADA and took their places on the Slytherin side of the classroom. Lacey saw Harry sitting with Ron and Hermione and shot him a flirtatious smile. Ron was Ginny's brother and Lacey didn't care if he saw her flirting with Harry. With the right convincing, Ron could be kept quiet.
"Don't smile at him," Draco ordered, grabbing Lacey's arm roughly.
At that moment, Professor Snape entered the classroom, eyeing Lacey immediately. His gaze went down her body and he pursed his lips when noticing Draco's hold on her.
"Hands off the girl, Draco," Snape hissed. Draco let go of Lacey at once.
"Thank you, Professor," Lacey said, honey in her voice. She batted her eyelashes at Snape and he smirked back at her.
"Today, we'll be brewing Draught of Death. As a little surprise and possible entertainment for me, Gryffindor's and Slytherins will be pairing together," Professor Snape informed the class.
There was an onslaught of disappointed groans and a few insults, but everyone stood up reluctantly. A few Gryffindor boys approached Lacey, including Dean Thomas.
"Maybe next time. I already told Harry I'd be his partner," Lacey lied to them easily. She slid passed the group, deliberately pushing her ass against Dean Thomas' groin. He brought up a hand and squeezed her left cheek in a tight grip. Lacey felt her pussy tingle at the contact, Thomas was an audacious man.
"You look beautiful, as always," Harry complimented as he took in Lacey's appearance. She sat down next to him and stroked his hand.
"You're so sweet, Harry. I don't remember the last time a guy used the word beautiful to describe me."
Harry stared at Lacey with a confused expression. "How is that possible?"
"It's usually sexy, never beautiful," Lacey clarified, unaware of why she was telling him this.
"You're both of those things, plus a lot of others," Harry said, suddenly feeling nervous. He grabbed the ingredients instinctively and began chopping them into pieces like the book informed.
"What do you mean by that?" Lacey asked, a small smirk on her face. Harry looked up into her grey eyes, his breath hitching. Until now, he hadn't noticed how mystifying Lacey's eyes were, probably because was too busy staring at her equally mystifying tits.
"Well…you're smart," Harry pointed out.
"Barely," Lacey scoffed, looking down at her book, although she didn't need to. Lacey had brewed Draught of Death hundreds of times.
"You're neck to neck with Hermione in every subject. She's always been the smartest of our year," Harry informed, giving Lacey a soft gaze.
"She still is. I'm only right behind her; I'll never make it past."
Harry shook his head. Why was Lacey so intent on putting herself down? Oh, right. She was raised with the Malfoys. That information had always confused Harry. He knew Lacey and Draco weren't brother and sister, they looked nothing alike.
"Thank you, though, Harry," Lacey gave him a kiss on the cheek. In seconds, Draco appeared in front of them.
"Get away from that scum, Lacey," Draco ordered her with obvious anger in his voice, causing Harry to stand up protectively.
Lacey moved in between them. "Stop, Draco. You can't tell me who I can and can't talk to."
"Potter only wants one thing from you. Once he gets it, he won't talk to you anymore," Draco spat, sizing Harry up with his stern gaze.
Harry didn't back down. "Get bent, Malfoy. If she wants to be my friend, you can't stop her."
Draco pulled his wand and advanced on Harry, who mimicked his actions. Lacey shouted for them to stop, and almost immediately Snape was there, pulling Harry and Draco apart.
"Detention, tonight, all three of you," Snape sneered, "Now out of my classroom!"
Everyone watched them as Harry, Lacey, and Draco grabbed their things and exited the classroom. Lacey couldn't avoid feeling embarrassed; they had all gotten kicked out because of her. Draco rushed down the hallway in a rage, leaving her alone with Harry.
"I'm so sorry," Lacey apologized, putting her head on his shoulder.
Harry stroked her cheek softly. "It's not your fault Malfoy is a controlling prick."
"I don't understand why he's like that," Lacey shook her head.
"Isn't it obvious?" Harry stared down at her, a serious expression on his face, "He wants you all to himself, and that's not going to happen."
Lacey lifted her head up. "That's not it, Harry. I'm like a sister to him; he doesn't see me like that."
"Have you ever actually paid attention to the way he looks at you? It's no different from the way any other guy looks at you here."
Lacey rubbed at her temples. "I can't talk about this."
Harry took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, putting his own on her waist. "At least we can snog now." He brought his head down to hers, enveloping Lacey in a deep, seductive kiss.
Lacey moaned when she felt his teeth bite at her bottom lip. She slipped her tongue in his mouth and poked at his own. Harry grew aroused, slipping his hand under her green shirt and cupping her large breast. He squeezed roughly, feeling Lacey's nipple against his fingers. Pulling away from him momentarily, she observed the hallway with caution.
"What if we get caught? We'll get in even more trouble." Lacey voiced her concerns.
"That's what you said last time, and we still fucked."
Lacey giggled. "Shhh, Harry! I thought I heard someone breathing."
Harry twisted her nipple roughly. "It was probably your own breathing. You love it when I play with your titties."
Lacey buttoned her shirt down enough to pull out both of her large tits. Harry picked her up and leaned her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. He brought his head down to her watermelons and began sucking and licking them, the sounds of his wet mouth against Lacey's skin filling the hallway. She couldn't avoid moaning a little too loudly. Harry was definitely a man who knew how to take care of a woman.
"Seriously…Harry. We should stop. Classes will be…ending soon," Lacey managed to say between heavy breathing.
Harry reluctantly pulled himself from her chest, knowing she was right. He set Lacey down on her feet and helped her button her shirt back up. "Do you want to meet up somewhere tonight?"
"We have detention, remember?" Lacey laughed, giving Harry a kiss and walking away to Potions.