Muggle Studies

After the lesson more in pride than fixing appliances, Draco had avoided Pansy for almost a full day, especially after he'd spotted her with her group of stupid, simpering girls who all giggled at him when he passed by. He knew she'd told them all about how inept he was. It wasn't fair. He hadn't mentioned to Crabbe and Goyle how, once it was all fixed, she'd burned everything to hell, or that she'd worn falsies to the Yule Ball fourth year, for that matter. And yet, if he had, he knew she'd never speak to him again. This was another one of those tests, perhaps-- seeing how patient he was? Was this the parenting test? No, this isn't it. Snape said it would be something probably involving either an egg or a pet. What an egg had to do with parenting, Draco had no idea.

Luckily, he didn't think Pansy was at that point yet. She was still too excited about their betrothal and wedding, and had been since she found out about it at the age of thirteen. He'd been annoyed but pleased about his parents' choice. At least it was a pretty, pureblooded, intelligent girl. After getting to know her better, he found that she was so much more. She was radiant. He grew to love her, and he knew she loved him too because she told him all the time. Admittedly, sometimes her excitement about the wedding was overwhelming, especially now that graduation was so close. One day, after making him take a wizard's oath not to laugh, she'd pulled out an enormous book FULL of clippings of pictures of wedding robes, decorations, articles, fabrics, flowers... he nearly fainted when he realized this was all in preparation for THEIR wedding. She said she'd been putting it together since she was fourteen and wouldn't these robes look lovely? He'd sort of nodded in shock. He loved her, but Merlin... do all witches do this? He asked his mother when he went home over the Christmas holiday, and she’d laughed and said she didn’t know about ALL witches, but she’d done the very same thing when she was a girl engaged to Lucius, and that Draco should feel lucky that his future wife is so organized and has such good taste.

But good taste or not, Pansy was still incredibly frustrating in... other ways. She wasn’t a complete prude. They’d had plenty of sweaty snogging sessions in the common room and deserted hallways. But most of those left him much more bothered than her. Only recently had she begun to help him even a little bit. Usually she’d just rub him over his trousers, which only made him harder. Then after he came, he’d try to return the favour-- he wasn’t a completely selfish ass-- but she’d get suddenly shy and make up some excuse about studying or having to go to bed. He’d tried everything but she wouldn’t let him touch her more than just her breasts, which he must admit had developed nicely since her falsies days. She seemed to like it... usually when he did it, she’d be closing her eyes and whispering his name, so he must be doing it right. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to do about it but wait as she’d requested. But he had high hopes for the week he’d get to spend alone with her, even if they did have to live like filthy Muggles.

Finally, after weeks of studying and preparing, the time came to fill out the room request forms, stating what sort of room you’d like and who you want to share it with (if anyone). Pansy picked one up, quickly filling it out. She decided for the both of them that they wanted a two-bedroom (“Damn!” thought Draco), and to share it with Draco. They were sitting in the common room alone when she told him.

“You couldn’t even let me sleep in the same room with you?” Draco asked her, half annoyed and half hurt. “We’re going to be married, Pans, when are you going to at least let me close to you?”

“Draco, I could hardly put on a school form that the two of us-- UNMARRIED, as of late, remember!-- would be sharing a bedroom. I doubt they’d even allow it. The one-bedroom option is really just for loser Ravenclaws who need complete quiet to get anything done, anyway.” Pansy answered back to him. “Besides...” She sat down next to him and played with his hair. “I have let you close to me. I like you being close to me. If I didn’t want you close, I wouldn’t do this,” She kissed his cheek, “or this,” She moved her lips to his ear and kissed, “or this.” She kissed his neck.

Draco felt a shiver go down his spine. “Pansy...” he whispered. “Don’t tease me, Pansy. I love you... I need you. Don’t make me suffer and then just leave.”

Pansy bit her lip in guilt. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and he was powerless. He pulled her onto his lap and started caressing her as he kissed her. “I love you, too, Draco.” She told him before sliding her hand beneath her to tease and rub him. He hissed, trying to control himself, but it was impossible. He lifted her up and in a quick movement, placed her laying beneath him on the sofa. He kissed her lips and then moved his down to her throat, sucking and licking while involuntarily pushing his erection against her thigh. “Draco,” Pansy sighed. He was kissing lower and lower and her only response was to thread her fingers through his hair. He was cautious but excited. As he reached the top of her shirt, he looked up at her as if to ask her permission before continuing any lower. She only nodded at him, her eyes a bit glazed and frantic.

He smiled and began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing each inch of skin as it was exposed. He couldn’t believe she was really letting him do this, after all this time! Finally he’d opened her shirt enough to have her bra fully exposed. Again he paused to be sure of her consent before continuing, but her answer was clear as she unclasped her bra from the front, exposing her bare breasts completely and making him so painfully hard he thought he would die. No magazine he’d looked at could possibly compare to this, the girl he loved on her back, exposed and completely trusting him. He couldn’t resist anymore from teasing one nipple with his hand, while leaning down to start licking and sucking the other. She tasted so good, and her hand was slowly snaking down to cup his-- Merlin! She hadn’t just put her hand over his trousers this time... they were actually IN his trousers and he could feel her tiny hands fumbling to stroke his cock. “Oh gods, Pansy.” He ceased sucking her nipple in shock and pleasure. “Draco,” Pansy blushed and whispered shyly, “Draco, I want to see you... I wanna touch you.” That was all Draco needed to hear before getting off her and sitting up on the couch, pulling her up to sit next to him and help her unbutton his pants. He finally pulled his cock out, sighing in relief. He didn’t know what had come over Pansy, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. He leaned over to her and kept kissing her throat, not wanting her to cool off. She reached her hand over to his cock. “It’s... different, than I thought it would be.” She told him. She read the question on his face. Different how? “Not bad... just, I’m not sure... thicker.” Draco almost laughed, rather flattered. She smiled at him while she continued to stroke him. “Am I doing it right?” she asked timidly. “Yes!” He told her, as she’d just happened right at that moment to stroke the sensitive part just under his head. “Please, Pansy, whatever you do, don’t stop.” She didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping as she established a steady rhythm with her hand on his cock. He hadn’t cum in a while. It didn’t take long for him to do so all over her hand this time. He looked down at her when he was done, hoping he hadn’t disgusted her... she’d never actually had the stuff ON her before. But she’d only muttered a scourgify spell and kissed him, smiling a little. Once Draco had recovered from the initial shock, he moved to Pansy again, starting to kiss and touch her again, assuming she wouldn‘t object-- she’d let him suck her tits, hadn’t she?-- but she pulled away, just as always, as though a spell had been broken, and told him “I-- I--I’ve got to go... homework and things, you know how it is. I’ll see you later!” And with nothing more, Draco was left confused, satisfied, hurt, and stressed.

A week alone with that girl would kill him, no doubt about it.