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Burlesque	By : SerpentPrincess Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters made by JK Rowling I only own Amerie and the writing. :3 I don't make any sort of profit off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Burlesque
- 2-Classic Beauty
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Author: SerpentPrincess 

Title: Burlesque 

Chapter: Classic Beauty 

Rating: NC-17 

Summary: What would happen if the Slytherin’s got a hold of the room of requirement? What could they make out of it? A Pureblood club of course, dancing girls included. 

Pairing: DracoxOC 

Warnings: Lots and lots of things will be happening in this story. You’re forewarned. 

Author Notes: Just a random fanfic that was inspired by the Burlesque movie. 

Chapter 2 

Classic Beauty 

Chest pressed against the wall, the feeling of him close behind her, his hands on either side. Her breathing was harsh and rapid, his chest was heaving with his own breaths. Their bodies were glistening in sweat as his lips came in contact with the luscious skin on her neck, biting and nipping as his thrusts against her bottom came more intense and needy. 
“Harder…Harder Blaise.” She whispered against the wall, moaning his name lightly. He spun her around quickly, grabbing her hips as he heaved her up and pinned her against the wall once more with his body before thrusting back in, obliging too her request. 
He was so close, but she was already there. That familiar feeling of her body being pushed over into oblivion, mind blank from the pleasure that coursed through her veins, sending fire through her body and passion into her blood. Her hips bucked up, her walls clenched around him and soon she was seeing stars with every moan and scream that slipped past her lips. 
Not long after, he was falling over the edge as well, his body shuddering and shaking with his own form of pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulder, his into her bottom. And soon they were nothing more then two heaving bodies of sweat and sex. 
“I don’t think I could ever find you a boring person too mess around with, Amy.” Blaise said after he finally calmed down from the sexual high, grinning at her before his lips met her own. 
She kissed him back lightly, pulling away too lay her head against the wall. “Yeah, I know.” Was all she said, a small smirk and a wink and she dropped her legs down from his waist and fixed her skirt and shirt, while he buttoned his pants up. “When are auditions?” 
“About ten minutes…” He said looking over at her with an unreadable expression on his face. With a simple nod, Amy ran her fingers through her hair and made her way out of the empty bathroom stall, Blaise following behind her soon after. 
“What’s with you, lately?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“You. You just walk off after we do things like that, this past week, it hasn’t been anything more then lust.” He said as they headed down the hallways towards the seventh floor. 
“It’s not like that.” Actually, it was just that. She didn’t feel anything more for Blaise except that he was great in bed, she knew he wanted too take things too more then just a friends with benefits level, but she didn’t want too bother. She wouldn’t admit it, but, she liked someone much more then Blaise. Draco Malfoy. 
He was, of course, off limits at the moment. He had his hands on Pansy, but after these auditions…he’d soon change his mind. That’s what she agreed, she wanted Pansy too audition and finally talked her into it. Pansy couldn’t dance, she knew that, but she could and she wanted Draco too see that. 
She wouldn’t lie, she saw how Draco looked at her, when they were all hanging out, his eyes sweeping over her, watching her. But tonight, he wouldn’t be able too just glance at her, he won’t be able too keep his eyes off of her. Without realizing it the entire time she’d been thinking about auditions, Blaise had been talking. 
“Are you even listening?” 
“Mhm…” 
“Sure.” 
“I’m sorry, Blaise…I’m just worried about auditions is all. Nerves and all that.” 
“You’ll do fine.” <br.
Of course she would. She wasn’t nervous at all, but if saying that got Blaise off her back then let him think she was merely having nervous feelings from the auditions. The two finally made it too the seventh floor and waited for the green and silver door too show itself before walking inside. Many Slytherin girls were crowded around, along with a few groups of boys here and there. Draco, and a Slytherin known as Alec sat at a desk in front of the stage, an empty seat awaited Blaise. 
She waved him off as he went and sat down at the desk and Alec called up the first girl. The pretty petite blonde nervously made her way onto the stage and pointed her wand at the ceiling, turning on her choice of music, which really wasn’t that bad of a song. Slowly her hips swayed and bumped too the beat of the music before she began an all out dance on the stage. 
Amy had too admit, the girl was good she could even rival Amy’s dancing talents, but still it wasn’t nearly as great as the show Amy had planned. Draco and the others gave the scores and like Amy had thought the girl advanced on. 
Amy watched the others go, grinning proudly at the good ones, sneering and laughing at the ones who all but fell on their asses and then Pansy took her place on the stage and Draco visibly sat up in his seat. 
Her wand went up and her song came on; Like Whoa Aly and AJ, it made Amy laugh at the Slytherin’s choice of music. Her body began too move -- Off tempo and awkwardly, but still she was obviously trying her best too be sexy. From Amy’s spot in the room she noticed the judges expressions, Blaise was biting his tongue, trying not too laugh or say something rude, Alec was watching her with an expression on his face that said ‘you’re kidding me’ and Draco was simply staring off too the side, not evening trying too pay attention. 
Just how she had wanted it. Finally, the judgment came. Of course, in order too avoid a fight, Draco said yes, but thankfully for him the other two said no and she was outvoted. She glared coldly at the two and went too say something before Alec interrupted her. “Amerie Delincy.” As Amy stepped towards the stage, Pansy stormed off. All three of the boys were leaning forward, watching carefully. 
Amy stepped onto the stage and pointed her wand, turning on a song, that had no words. The beat started and Amy quickly stepped into tempo with the beat. Draco and Blaise both raised a brow curiously wondering why there were no words too the song, but their expressions left their face when Amy began too sing. 
Her song was called Do you wanna touch me originally by Joan Jett, but the song sounded so different with Amy’s voice and not in a bad way. She sang well while still keeping her body moving too the beat, hips twisting and turning, chest shaking and dipping, hands running and grabbing as she moved along. 
As she sang she kept her eyes on the judges, mostly Draco, and she was right, he wasn’t looking away. He was entranced, if anything completely captivated would suffice as well. All she knew was that his eyes were set on her, not her in particular of course, but her body, and her hands, most of all her lips. He was shocked at her voice and how well she could sing and dance. 
“Man…the things I would do too her.” Alec was grinning from ear to ear, head obviously landing smack in the gutter as he watched Amy. Blaise merely smirked. 
“I just got done.” He replied, Alec’s grin disappearing, replaced by a sneer sent Blaise’s way. Draco simply rolled his eyes before returning them to Amy’s figure, just as her song ended. 
“What do you boys think?” Amy said as she ran a hand through her hair too fix it. They were quiet for a moment, there were whistles from behind them, the groups of boys were clapping, wolf whistling and grinning, but her attention stayed on the judges. 
Draco was the first too speak. “You got my vote.” 
“I second that.” 
“Hell yeah.” 
Amy grinned lightly and turned, heading off stage. “Sorry, Pansy…maybe next time.” She said too the Slytherin girl, setting a hand on her shoulder in a pretend gesture or reassurance.
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