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Author�s Note 1: I�ll never ever get any homework
done. It�s driving me crazy! This story just wants OUT!

Author�s Note 2: I have reached exactly 100 people on
story alert on ffnet at the time of this posting!
Whoa� You sure you�re reading the right story? I�m really an imposter, you know,
sent here to make you think I can write. This story is part of my master plan
to butcher literature�

Author�s Note 3: The way I use canon is� I disassemble
it, find the parts I like or can use in some way and I do so. Other things I
just go �nah, too much work� or� Well, usually it�s just too much work. That
includes if I change something, then it�s because it�s too much work to make it
stay. Also, if a scene can be read in your book like e.g. the Slug Christmas
Party scene then don�t expect me to bother dwelling on what happens there. Not
even if it would play a little bit differently in my story. Neener. ;)

Thanks to Miss Nibbles for her great editing
advice, as always, and to Maz for being a sweetie.

**********

Draco fell back
on the bed and stared at the canopy. He wasn�t exactly sure what he had done
wrong this time but if he knew women, she�d probably shout it at him the next
time he got a hold of her. It was exasperating the way she seemed to refuse to
stay on good terms with him, but if she wanted him to fight her, he would.

He would do
almost anything for another night like this.

Yesterday he had
finally found an excuse sound enough for his own mind to go seek her out. There
were plenty of underlings about that he could bully into doing his work for
free, but she was the best and, of course, he�d only settle for the best. That,
at least, was what he told those who questioned his decision.

Even if she did
come at a very steep price.

The coursework
had never been the real reason, anyway. He had wanted to talk to her, plain and
simple.

Her hostility
had surprised him. He didn�t remember doing anything particularly objectionable
to her for a long time. He�d been a bloody saint and had barely even looked
wrong at any of the rabble that she so loved to defend. He supposed there was
no winning with her.

However� Last
night he had felt like he�d won. Not
at any of their little games but just� won. For a few hours
he had been free of fear and worry and for the first time in months he had
slept like a baby.

He desperately
wanted that again.

When he had
suggested that she missed him he hadn�t really believed his own words. It was
just an excuse for being near her, for keeping her attentions on him. It had
been quite stupid, really. Then he had decided that he wanted another taste of
her and he had had himself convinced that it would be for the greater good,
because then she�d slap him, he�d recover from this illogical obsession and
everyone would be happier.

But she hadn�t
slapped him, had she? She�d kissed him back, setting him on fire and feeding
his never-ending longing for more.

And she�d come
with him to his room.

And she�d given
him more than he�d ever dared to ask for.

And for a short
time he�d actually thought life was still worth living.

And now she�d decided to storm off in a huff
because he asked her a few questions about her so-called date for tomorrow.

Women.

What was up with
that? If she needed more, all she had to do was ask. It wasn�t him who had decided that they shouldn�t
do this more often; in fact, he felt quite certain that he�d be up to doing
this every single night, should she allow him to. That thought made him smile.

**********

Recognizing the
pattern of their little game, Draco didn�t even bother trying to try and seek
Granger out again that day. He had his non-caring act down to perfection and he
didn�t mind utilizing it. It was better if he ignored her most of the time
anyway; Pansy was being a pain about him being around her.

�Why do you need the services of a filthy Mudblood?�
she�d asked. �There are plenty of others you could ask.�

�What?� he�d replied in his most arrogant voice. �You�d do my homework for me virtually for free and
even get me an Acceptable in Arithmancy? I didn�t
know you were so talented.�

�There are others. You could get Harper to do it.�

�Harper isn�t even in our year! How�s he supposed to
do NEWT prep when he hasn�t even taken his OWLs yet?�

�So you�re claiming she�s the only one with the skills
to do it, is that it?�

�No,� he�d said patiently as if talking to a child.
�I�m saying she�s the best and I know how to make her.�

�How?� her eyes glinted suspiciously and for a brief
second Draco had wondered what she had guessed.

�Haven�t you noticed?� he mocked. �She�s the champion
of the underdog. I lay off them and she does my work.�

�It can�t be that easy.� She had shaken her head in
disbelief.

�Oh, but it is��

He rubbed his
eyes wearily as he recognized that if Pansy was getting suspicious then this
game was getting dangerous indeed. But he wasn�t about to stop, not now. No, he
simply had to be more careful, was all. Perhaps being a little nicer to Pansy
would help in pulling the wool over her eyes�

He didn�t want
to be nicer to her, though. He didn�t want to answer to her either. He wanted
to be rid of her. He supposed he�d liked her once; no, he knew he�d liked her once. Perhaps even more than liked. But now she
was nothing more than a nagging nuisance who didn�t want to get the hint that
they were through. He knew he couldn�t be the one to break it off because she
would be relentless in her quest to find out why and he could not chance being caught with Granger.

Granger wasn�t
even the reason he wanted to get rid of Pansy, which would be funny if it
wasn�t so damn inconvenient. He�d been tiring of Pansy before that, even then
trying to hint at her that they might be better off without each other. That�s
when she had slept with him, to keep him from dumping her, and damn him, but it
had worked.

Sex seemed to be
like a drug to him; he simply couldn�t say no. Only after he�d had Granger had
he been able to turn Pansy down. Glumly he wondered if he�d be like this all of
his life or if he�d ever learn to control himself better.

When he laid down to sleep that night he realized the consequence of
bringing Granger to his own bed. He was assaulted by her scent still on his
pillow and the recollections of what had happened. Feeling himself rise to the
occasion he groaned loudly. This was going to be an even longer night than
usual. Still, this was better than what normally preoccupied him�

**********

When the day for
the Slug Christmas Party arrived, the whole school was abuzz. Draco failed to see
what the big deal was, but Zabini was looking smug as ever. Rumor had it he was
taking Marilyn Shaw, a rather stunning fifth year who hadn�t been too keen on
incurring Pansy�s wrath when Draco had come on to her. He�d known that was the
reason because she�d wasted no time in telling him so. Her outspokenness had
almost even amused him at the time. He supposed it had been smart of her,
though, for Pansy was already jealous of Shaw�s popularity with the boys.

It figured
Zabini would be taking her to the party, because aside from being one of the
prettiest girls at school she was also pureblood and Slytherin which essentially made her perfect. Sometimes Draco
wondered if he would have gotten around his obsession with Granger if Shaw had
been more willing to see things his way� Merlin, would life have been much
simpler, then, regardless of Pansy�s wrath.

As it were,
however, Draco was stuck lusting after the most imperfect quarry he could have
chosen. Well, of course, she could also have been ugly and Hufflepuff, but
strangely, that thought didn�t offer him any comfort at all.

Draco found that
he was feeling restless and he decided to go do something. He had no backup tonight but he figured it would be
fine with the great commotion that was the party. Sneaking up the stairs,
however, he got distracted when he reached the second floor. The party was
here, which was just fine and dandy, but that wasn�t what was distracting him.

It was seeing
the back of a certain brunette as she turned a corner with a certain tall,
burly and much too self-satisfied male that had him pause. He wasn�t surprised
that Granger had told him the truth about going with McLaggen. Why should she
lie? It was more seeing it that made
him uneasy.

Before he could
consider what he was doing, he was following them, keeping to the shadows.

Once he had them
back in his vision he stopped, lurking, feeling decidedly out of place but not
daring to move for fear of detection. They had stopped up at the door to
Slughorn�s office where the party was and they were talking. She seemed to be
smiling and nodding at something he�d said. She looked really pretty tonight,
her hair up and wearing red like the femme fatale she was. Draco briefly wondered
if her choice of color had anything to do with her house, but he doubted it.
She didn�t seem very keen on the whole division thing.

Suddenly
McLaggen bent to kiss Granger. Draco felt as if he�d been punched in the
stomach, all air leaving his lungs in a whoosh as she lifted her head to accept
the other boy. He was confused. Why would she allow such liberties so soon?
Then he noticed the mistletoe. Ah. Stupid old custom.

Why didn�t she
break the kiss? What was she�?

Another jolt
when through Draco as McLaggen gathered her closer and she seemed to let him
and even encourage him.

Betrayal.

The bitch was
going to make out with that brute for everyone to see. He felt his fists
clenching painfully, but he couldn�t seem to unclench them and anger was
surging through him.

Just two nights
ago she had begged him to take her harder and tonight she was letting this� oaf
maul her.

Draco�s
breathing was coming hard and his heart was pounding, but he was unable to take
his eyes off what was happening right before him. He knew he should walk away,
he knew it was none of his concern. He had no claim and he couldn�t make one
even if he wanted to.

Walk away. Just walk away.

He stood still,
watching, unable to register anything but the kissing that wouldn�t end.
McLaggen was taking liberties, scrunching her, letting his hands wander. She
let him. Draco was glad that he wasn�t standing close enough to know if she was
moaning.

Finally he had
had enough. He blindly turned and started walking, aiming for anywhere that was
away, running straight into Filch�

**********

A few hours
later Draco awoke bathed in sweat. He didn�t need to look at his clock to know
that it was much too early to get up. Groaning he sat up and rubbed his
forehead. He had a massive headache and was feeling all-round crabby.

Fighting down the memory of his nightmare he grasped for other
things to think about.

Last night�

Last night had definitely been among his least favorite nights of
all time. After he�d left Granger to her whoring around he had been caught,
drawn and quartered. That was how it had felt, anyway. At least there had been
no real repercussions. He sighed.

No real repercussions indeed.

Snape was trying
to control him, and worse; Granger had actually
snogged the insufferable lout McLaggen. He
couldn�t seem to get past that.

He wondered at the amount of thought he gave to Granger�s escapades
and how much they bothered him, even though he, technically speaking, didn�t
care at all.

It was simply that he didn�t want their already rare meetings to get
even rarer. That made sense. If she suddenly decided she really liked this
McLaggen then there was no telling what stupid things she might do, like stop
wanting to come to Draco�s bed.

He had to make sure that didn�t happen.

He laid back down, staring at the darkness,
waiting for morning to come.

A few hours later, right after breakfast, he sought Granger out.
Leaving her to her own devices obviously wasn�t safe so he had to use a more
aggressive strategy. At least that was what he told himself.

He caught up with her as she was hurrying up towards her common
rooms. �I need to talk to you, Granger,� was all he said.

She blushed faintly. Did she have the good sense to feel guilty? �I
can�t right now, it�ll have to wait till I get back.�

�Get back from where?�

She stopped and looked at him a little worriedly. �Home?
It�s Christmas, you know.�

Yes, he seemed to be reminded of that a lot lately. �Why are you
going home?� he asked.

�Because it�s Christmas. Aren�t you?�

�But your parents are Muggles.
No.�

�So? Why
not?�

�What can you possibly have in common with them? You�re a world
apart! I see no reason to.�

Granger frowned as if she was having some problems fitting the
questions and the answers together. �They are my parents. And isn�t your mother alone, now that�� her voice trailed
off.

�They are Muggles; you are a competent witch. You�d do
better to disassociate yourself. And yes,� he added in a frosty voice, �Mother
is alone, but she preferred me to stay here.� Where I am safer. Because I have failed so far.

�I am a Mudblood,� Granger
replied much too calmly. �It wouldn�t matter how I associated myself in your or
anybody else�s eyes. Besides, I love my parents and I can�t wait to see them!�
Draco noticed that she didn�t comment on his mother wanting him to stay. Did
she feel sorry for him? She�d better not!

�Really?� he asked in a thoughtful voice. �And what do you talk
about, pray tell? The exciting progress you�re making in spells that you cannot
show them? The world of magical creatures that they do not understand? Or Quidditch? Thrilling, isn�t it? Too bad they�ll never see
a match. Or maybe you�ll talk about how your best friend is famous without them
ever having heard of him? No? Well, maybe you�ll talk about Muggle events,
things happening in their world that have absolutely no impact on yours��

Granger just stared at him.

�Face it, Granger, each year you have less and less to go home for.
Why bother? In fact, you don�t bother very much, do you? You hang around with
those two loser friends of yours any chance you get and then you make some
gesture like this one to make it up to them. Let me help you out: They know.
They�re probably glad you don�t come home that often.�

He watched her face drain of all blood as she stared wide-eyed at
him and clutched her chest. �You bastard. You
despicable son of a��

�I only tell the truth, don�t I?� He knew he was pushing her away.
It was the exact opposite of what he had meant to do, but something had just
snapped inside him and he had wanted to cruelly, coldly hurt her. He didn�t
feel the need to lie, however; sometimes the truth hurt the most and this was
the truth he saw. He wasn�t sure of the reason for his vicious urge but he
seemed to have succeeded.

The gratification that he had expected didn�t come.

She seemed to compose herself a bit and then she looked at him
suspiciously. �What is it that�s really bothering
you?� she asked, her voice a little shaky.

�That your parents are Muggles and you insist on visiting them
anyway?� he ventured.

�I got that part,� she coolly replied. �That won�t wash.� She stared
him down, all signs of her vulnerability gone. The girl sure knew how to bounce
back.

�That you were whoring yourself to McLaggen last night in front of
half the school?� he heard himself say. Damn
it. He hadn�t meant to let that slip. Now she�d think he was all
starry-eyed about her and jealous to boot.

She blinked. �You were there.�

That response confused him a little. What was wrong with her? She
was supposed to respond to his accusation. �I saw you, yes,� he confirmed.

�What were you doing there? As far as I know, you weren�t going.�

She was really starting to annoy him. �Could we get back to the
matter at hand, please?�

�Oh,� she frowned as she had forgotten. She�d forgotten his accusation? He�d as good as called her a whore and
meant it too! Then she shrugged. �It was just a kiss.�

Just a� Draco saw red and threw caution to the wind. He grabbed her shoulders
and slammed her against the wall, pinning her with his body, and kissed her in
way meant to hurt, to bruise, crushing her lips. She whimpered a little when he
bit her lower lip and sucked it hard.

She didn�t fight him, though. She never fought him when he kissed
her.

Guess he wasn�t the only one she didn�t fight. The memory fuelled
his anger and he forced her lips apart, violating her soft, warm mouth with his
unforgiving tongue.

Still, she didn�t fight him. What was wrong with her? He pulled back
to look at her, her lips were swollen and bruised, just as he had wanted, and
she had tears in her eyes. Again he felt as if someone had punched him. With a
disgusted oath he stepped back and let her go.

�Now you know,� was all she said in a quavering voice before she
turned and fled.

**********

Now you know. Know what? That he was replaceable? That she preferred McLaggen over
him? That she was nothing but a whore and wanted to be treated as such? That
she was probably fucking half the school by now?

Christmas that year was by far the worst he had ever had.

He should have been doing at least a little schoolwork, but he
couldn�t concentrate. He should have been going to Room of Requirements to work
on the Dark Lord�s mission, but Filch was keeping an eye on him. He should have
been nice to Pansy, who had stayed behind too, but she annoyed him like no one
else could, getting on his very last nerve.

�Now you know� what? The question was killing him, but Granger had immediately left
the school and he had had no chance to get an answer.

Zabini had stayed behind as well. Draco had begun to notice how
Zabini and Pansy were always around each other. They didn�t seem particularly
friendly towards each other, though.
Zabini never had been and Pansy had seemed to cool a lot lately. Perhaps they
were physically attracted to each other, but if they wanted to date, then why
the Hell didn�t they? There was no love lost between him and Zabini, and Pansy must be getting the message soon that
they were over�

At night Draco couldn�t sleep � again � and decided to go down to
the common room. He didn�t know why; he usually stayed in his bed, but he
supposed he wanted to relax somewhere that he hadn�t slept with Granger, the untrustworthy tramp. She had claimed she wouldn�t have two relationships
at once and he had believed her, leaving him completely unprepared for her
duplicity. What had happened after he�d left? Had they stayed at the party or
gone somewhere more private? Had she moaned when McLaggen took her, hard and
fast, just the way she liked it?

Draco was so busy driving himself insane that he had almost reached
the common room before he heard the shouting.

Shouting? At this hour? He recognized
Pansy�s voice and answering her was Zabini. Unable to contain his curiosity he
edged forward so he might see what was going on without revealing himself.

�What do you care, Blaise?� Pansy railed
against Zabini. �Since when does it matter to you?�

�I don�t and it doesn�t,� Zabini replied, his own voice raised. �But
it�s embarrassing to watch. You�re making all of us look bad.�

�I�m sure Shaw will be willing to comfort you.�

�Indeed, she does that so well. But we were talking about you.�

�My relationship with my boyfriend is none of your business!� she sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

�Your boyfriend treats you
no better than a house elf and people talk. Being associated to you has become
more than embarrassing.�

Draco felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he hadn�t been nice in his
efforts to shake Pansy, but he hadn�t really considered her public humiliation.

�Then don�t be. Who needs you anyway?�

Pansy�s effort to brush Zabini off was ineffective. �I wish it was
that easy. The association is already there and it will take more time than we
have left here to get rid of it. Why are you hanging on to him? You know he has at least one other girl.�

Oh, no.

�You have no proof,� Pansy said a little shrilly.

�Unlike you I actually sleep near the guy. I�ve seen the bruises on
his neck, the marks on his back and the bite-shaped scarring on his shoulder. Don�t insult my intelligence by claiming
you did all that.�

Pansy seemed to deflate a little. Draco closed his eyes and leaned
against the wall. Even she hadn�t deserved to find out this way. �It doesn�t
matter,� she said quietly, her voice shaking. �It�s not like I have any
options, is it?�

Draco opened his eyes again to see her looking at Zabini in a
peculiar way. Zabini merely smirked. �You made your choice. I don�t care for used
goods. Besides, you have nothing on Marilyn.� With that he clearly dismissed
Pansy by sitting down and opening a book, immediately becoming consumed by it.

Pansy stood looking at him for a few seconds, tears now openly
streaming down her face, before she turned and ran up to her dormitory.

Draco had never thought he�d feel so sorry for her.

**********

Nothing eventful happened for the rest of the holidays. Draco
half-expected that the relationship between Pansy and Zabini would change, but
it didn�t. He had to assume that either they were simply acting or the fight
wasn�t an uncommon occurrence.

He still felt sorry for Pansy, but at the same time he had an even
harder time respecting her. She was holding on to a boyfriend who treated her
badly and who she knew cheated on her. Why? Because she couldn�t get the other
boy, who clearly had no interest in her and who didn�t hesitate to rub that in
when given half a chance.

Didn�t she realize she would be better off without either of them?

Draco wanted to confront her about it, but didn�t know how without
revealing that he had been eavesdropping. The result was that, for now, he
found himself being kinder to her.

The holidays ended and from one day to the next the school filled
with students again. Draco was very much aware that Granger was one of the
students who would be back by now, but he knew he couldn�t go running to her,
so he waited.

He allowed her two whole days to get settled, before he went where
he knew he�d find her � the library.

She didn�t seem overly pleased to see him.

�Bring your books and parchment?� she asked without a single word of
acknowledgement, barely looking up from her book.

�Why?�

�You�re here for our agreement, aren�t you?� she asked, much too
coolly for his liking. He was the one
who got to be cold and angry, damn her.

He sat down across from her and leaned back. �Our agreement was that
you do it,� he reminded her.

�I have done most,� she said, gesturing at a big pile of scrolls and
making his eyes widen. When had she had the time? When she was at home with her
Muggle parents? Had she thought of him? �But you will have to copy it so it�s
in your own handwriting and finish it up.�

�Damn, Granger, you�re efficient.� He was genuinely impressed and
hard pressed not to let it show.

�I am just not lazy,� she primly answered. �Besides, I wanted this
over with.�

That had him sitting up straight. �It�s not over yet.� He decided when things were over. She
couldn�t just brush him off for another lover.

She frowned at the book before her, still barely acknowledging him,
making his temper flare. �Yes, it is. This is all your essays, color-coded
copies of my notes for the classes I know
you weren�t paying attention in and even some things for extra credit,
should you need them.�

He glanced at the pile again. She had written all that out for him?
She hadn�t even wanted to do it in the first place!

�I�m not caught up yet,� he said, aware that he had very little to
bargain with. For once in his life he risked not getting what he wanted. �The
scroll said you�d help as long as I needed you to.�

That got her attention. �What do you mean you�re not caught up yet? What did you do these past two weeks?�

He grinned at her, relieved that that argument had seemed to work.
�Didn�t study. It was Christmas, you
know,� he said in an imitation of her.

She glared at him and then pushed a book towards him. �Get started!
The deal was also that you apply yourself more.�

He took the book and opened it at a random spot. He had thought she
would do his work reluctantly or perhaps do a deliberately bad job of it. He
had thought she might want to avoid him. He hadn�t expected her cold
efficiency.

He looked over the top of the book at her. She had given her book
her undivided attention again, but the red spots on her cheeks belied her
indifference. She was angry. Well, so
was he, but he wasn�t about to let her get away from him that easily.

�What is it that I know?� he asked.

�Hm?� she wasn�t really paying attention,
damn her.

�You said �now you know� before
you left� What is it I�m supposed to know?�

She looked startled and then she looked away. �If you don�t know
then it doesn�t matter.�

�That doesn�t even make any sense!� he exclaimed loudly enough to
get the attention of four Ravenclaws at a nearby
table. Just how maddening could one female get?

She blushed and refused to respond. With a disgusted sound he got up
and went to find a reference book he didn�t particularly need, just so that he
might refrain from doing something stupid. Again.

When he had composed himself he made his way back, only to stop when
he noticed Granger wasn�t alone anymore. The Weasley chit was there. He looked
her over. He supposed she looked nice enough if you liked sassy little redheads
from beggaring families.

Ginny Weasley looked up and saw Draco standing there, her eyes
immediately narrowing and growing resentful.

�What do you want?� she
asked.

Draco couldn�t help but grin. It was time to take out some of his
frustrations. �My, Granger,� he said, ignoring the Weaslette�s rude question.
�I had no idea how far your charities extended. It�s really good of a Mudblood
like you to�� he gasped and leaned forward with his
hands on the table.

He hadn�t been hexed. Neither of the girls had reached for a wand
and the Weaslette actually looked surprised. Granger looked smug, so he
supposed she was the culprit.

�What�?� he asked and then groaned and closed his eyes.

It wasn�t pain exactly that had startled him so. It was a sensation
that had started like a deep tingle and now it was an acute physical awareness
of every tiny sensation, rather as if he had been exposed to the sun for too
long only� He could feel the cloth of his robes brush against his skin and,
damn, if it didn�t feel�

He looked up at Granger and a lock of his own hair brushed his
cheek, making him almost groan again. It felt as if someone was caressing him,
but at the same time he felt raw, exposed, as if everything that touched him
was covered in tiny needles.

�You might want to apologize,� she said, barely concealing a grin.

The table was making his hands burn and he jerked them away. Never
had he known that the tables at Hogwarts were so rough. The movement
made his robes brush his nipple and it was nothing compared to the
sensations he was getting further down from his boxers. He groaned loudly again
and hunched over with his hands against the table once more. The burn in his
hands was nothing compared to the humiliation of standing straight in his
current state.

�What�s happening to him?� asked the Weaslette.

�He�s learning how to be a little more sensitive,� Hermione said with a self-satisfied smirk.

�Is he� in pain?� the Weaslette persisted, but received no answer.

Draco ignored them. The feelings were getting more intense, but the
stinging from the seams of his clothes on his skin and his burning hands were
unfortunately not doing anything to lessen his other discomfort. She had known
about this, damn it; she had known about his kinky streak and it was becoming
very awkward. Other people were watching and soon they would really see something.

�Make it stop,� he said in a very husky voice, staring at Granger
and trying hard to not fantasize about taking her right there on this table.

�I told you, apologize,� she said.

He stared at her for a long time, not bothering to conceal the heat
in his eyes. Damn her. He felt a certain gratification when a blush crept up
her neck. �I�m sorry,� he finally forced out on a moan as he realized there was
no other way. The only thing he was sorry about was that they weren�t alone.

Suddenly, all the sensations were gone and he was left flushed,
panting and with a raging hard-on. He didn�t stop staring at Granger; he needed
to get himself under control before he could move and while he was battling for
that, he made sure she read his promise for retribution.

Finally, he had the control he needed and with a sneer he turned and
left, hearing the Weasley wench whisper �What was that spell? Watching him almost made me hot!�

**********

Draco wasn�t about to let this go. He had a fairly good idea what
had happened. He had called her a Mudblood, thus violating two points of their
agreement at once, and had felt the consequences. It was rather odd that
nothing had happened when he had accosted her before Christmas, though� How was
calling her a whore not disrespectful?

No matter. She could not go unpunished for this. He could not let
her get away with using his lust against him like that.

When she finally left the library, alone, he was waiting to snatch
her.

�God, Malfoy,� she said irritably as he flung her into an empty
room. �You have to stop doing this,
it�s getting old!�

�Contrary to popular belief my name is Draco, not God,� he said
conversationally, �and this is much easier, faster and more successful than
trying to persuade you to come on your own.�

�Yes, God forbid I might actually want to be there,� she said
sarcastically.

�What is it with you and God today? You really should leave some of
those Muggle expressions behind.�

�What do you want?� she
asked.

He smiled, walked closer to her, much too close, and said �Bitch.�
Her eyes widened and he continued. �Tease. Mudblood� Ungh�� he felt the sensations flowing over him again. Maybe
it was just in relation to that one word that this happened. How peculiar that
she would choose to associate pleasure with it. Well, OK, maybe she hadn�t
intended it to be pleasurable, but then she didn�t know him as well as she
thought.

She shook her head in disbelief. �You�re sick.� She took a step
back.

He laughed and then groaned. �And really, really horny,� he informed
her. He really was. He had only just cooled down enough for him to make the
exit from the library and since then he had been waiting, anticipating payback.

He followed her carefully, not wanting the soft, pleasurable,
stinging caresses of his clothes to turn into real pain. He might be sick but
even he had his limits.

�You have to stop it,� she said. �That spell can actually harm you
if you don�t stop it.� Was she worried? He hoped so.

He closed his eyes and felt her breath teasing his neck as she was
looking up at him. He could feel the heat radiating off her and he noticed the
gentle swell of her breasts against her robes. He shifted and the sensations
made him grunt. Merlin, he was going to burst soon, and just from looking at
her, too!

He put his hands on her cheeks and she felt so hot, setting his
hands on fire� he could barely stand it. He bent and brushed his lips against
hers so gently that they barely touched and still, her lips and her breath
burned him, branded him, made him want more.

She moved away from him, breaking the contact. �Stop it, Malfoy!�
she said sharply. �You don�t know what you�re playing with!�

�Fire�� he moaned. �Kiss me again, please��

She stared at him as shudders went through him. He was going to come
soon and the pleasure would incinerate him.

She seemed to make a decision and swiftly she went to him and
pressed lightly against him, brushing her lips against his, her stomach and
breasts were just barely touching him in all the right places, making the
pleasure unbearable.

Oh, Merlin, had she any idea how she felt against him? How her touch
scorched him? It was a flaming bliss that he was sure she wouldn�t understand.
Yet here she was, relieving his need.

As she gently touched the tip of her tongue to his lower lip,
branding him again, he grabbed a hold of her arms. The cloth hurt his raw
hands, shredded them, as every little sensation overwhelmed him and with a
hoarse cry he came against her.

For a moment he was aware of nothing but her scent, her blazing
proximity and the intense climax that was shaking his body in unbelievable,
pained pleasure.

It didn�t take long for him to regain his senses. The stinging was
now uncomfortable, especially in one particular place. He winced.

�I�m sorry,� he mumbled, making the sensations go away, leaving
behind soreness. He probably had cut
it a bit close.

�No, you�re not,� she replied evenly.

�No, I�m not, but it stopped being fun.� He looked at her. She
looked a little flushed. My, my, it seemed like she had actually enjoyed it,
the witch. He couldn�t resist kissing her.

After a few seconds she broke away. �You�re sick!� she repeated.

�So are you, my sweet. I can tell you liked it.�

She flushed a deep scarlet. Was it really that embarrassing to be turned
on by a little game? �You weren�t supposed to� use it� that way,� she said. �It
was supposed to make you behave!�

�Oh, but I will� In public.� He scourgified himself. �Why doesn�t it work if I disrespect
you? I thought that was a term of our agreement.�

�It is a term, but if I
had applied the sensitivity spell to that you would suffer it every time you
don�t treat me respectfully then it would never stop.�

He stood up straighter. �That�s not true!�

�Of course it is,� she scoffed at him.

He stared at her. OK, so he might like to bother and tease her a
little every once in a while and they had their obvious differences, but all in
all� �If your idea of respect is me kissing your feet��

�Of course it isn�t.�

�Then what would you have me do differently?�

She raised her chin. �You could stop deliberately trying to hurt
me!�

�Come on, Granger,� he said, feeling a little confused. �You know
better than to listen to me.�

�Do I?� she asked. �Like you know better than to get jealous when
I�m kissing other boys?�

He ignored that. He hadn�t been jealous. �Fine, I�ll try to behave,
just let me know when you get bored.�

�Yes, I�m sure I�ll find having you not stepping all over my
feelings terribly dull.�

�I think you would. I think you like the nature of our
relationship.�

She stared at him then shook her head and made as if to go. �You�re
unbelievable.�

He touched her arm, stopping her. �You�re telling me that the
secrecy, the intensity, the fear of getting caught isn�t part of the appeal for
you?�

�Yes.�

�So it isn�t my sparkling personality and it isn�t the excitement.
Then what is it?�

She didn�t have an answer. He knew she wouldn�t. She probably even did believe he was wrong when he knew
he wasn�t. She liked doing something that was wrong for once.

�Come with me,� he said. They didn�t need to discuss this right now.

She gave him a slightly puzzled look. �Where?�

�Where do you think?�

�But you� you just�� she made a vague gesture to the area of his
groin.

He immediately took offense. �So? I�m 16, not 110! This was just a
game!�

She looked doubtful and he decided to abandon all ideas of going
anywhere. He grabbed her and lifted her onto the teacher�s desk, loosening her
belt. She shrieked and tried to still his hands. �Somebody could come!� she
said.

�Damn right somebody could. And somebody will.� He slid his right
hand into her hair and held her still so he could suck her bottom lip into his
mouth, much more gently than he had done last time, and his left hand was
sliding up her robes.

�Stop!� she gasped, laughing, if he wasn�t mistaken. �I get it, you
can do it. You�re a big manly man.�

If anything, her mocking comment only spurred him on. His hand
slightly changed its direction and was brushing up her inner thigh, ending its
journey at her panties. Her decidedly moist panties.

�Wait,� she moaned. �If you wait I�ll go with you.�

�I can have you here,� he said, unwilling to wait. He was a little
tender, but nothing that couldn�t be ignored given the right incentive. She was
the right incentive.

�I�ll stay with you all night�� The manipulative little bitch.

�Let�s go.� He wasn�t complaining.

**********

Author�s Note 3: I know, I
know. He�s a bit twisted. Not my fault
that she chose such a weird curse and he decided to turn it against her. No,
you can�t blame me just because I wrote this. I already told you that I barely
know what they�re going to do before it�s too late.

Author�s Note 4: If any of
you on affnet or any of you anonymous readers want
e-mail notifications, you can send me a mail with your addy
(mine is in my profile) or you can write it as a review. It�s up to you,
whatever, just trying to be nice here. :P
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