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Chocolate is for Lovers	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, universe, or any other part of the fandom. No money is being made from this story. I wish.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I: Pansy's Advice
- 2-Part II: A Night to Remeber
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Author's note: This fic was written for the dramionedrabble October challenge at LJ. However, I expanded on the drabble and made it into a fic. The fic is completed and the first part will be posted today and the second part tomorrow. It features a manipulative Pansy and dominant Hermione.

I'd love to hear your thoughts. Enjoy.

Chocolate is for Lovers: Part I

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"Stop, stop—" Draco whinged.

He opened his eyes and scanned the room to glare at whoever had been stupid enough to wake him and steal his blanket. It was bad enough that he had to spend the night on the couch, but now he had to be disturbed at this ungodly hour as well. What kind of person was cruel enough to wake him and steal his blanket anyway? He was slightly alarmed, but not at all surprised, when he found his best friend standing over him with her arms crossed and that same bored expression that he was starting to hate.

"Pans—what the fuck are you doing here? Do you even know what time it is?"

Pansy yanked the pillow out from underneath Draco's head and scowled back at him. She was one of the few people in his life who wasn't intimidated by his signature Malfoy death glare.

"It's after 12—you ungrateful twat. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to waste the day away sleeping?" She slapped his feet and tickled them lightly until she had more than adequate room on the couch. Obviously, Pansy felt like she could just make herself at home at Draco's flat—even when she hadn't been invited.

She sat down on the couch and smoothed out her pleated skirt.

"That's better. Why are you sleeping on the couch anyway? Trouble in paradise, dear?"

Draco glared at her again.

"Don't tell me, I'll guess. Hmm—could it be that Miss Priss decided to lock you out of the bedroom again? Not getting the job done any longer, huh? Oh, how the mighty have fallen or in your case—"

"Fuck, Pans—have you no soul? What kind of friend are you?" Draco protested.

Pansy uncrossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "No, I'm a Slytherin, like you, darling," she sneered. "We leave our souls back in the Great Hall with the Sorting Hat, you know that. Now spill. I want all the details."

Draco rubbed his puffy eyes with his hands and started massaging the temples of his forehead. Dealing with Pansy first thing in the morning was like a nightmare. Perhaps if he went back to sleep she would disappear.

"I thought the two of you never went to bed angry or some sentimental bullshit like that," she quipped.

Draco rubbed at his sleepy eyes again. Pansy obviously did not take the hint or just ignored it. Fucking Pansy. This is going to be a long day.

"What?" Pansy asked, shrugging her shoulders. "That's what Granger told me last time we talked about you."

Of course, they talk about me. My best friend and girlfriend. And worst yet, they are both extremely irritating when they want something from me. Women.

Draco sighed loudly. Apparently, Pansy was not going to leave any time soon. He might as well just tell her what she wanted to hear.

"That's the whole problem, Pans," he moaned. "Before—anytime we had a disagreement or—"

"Or you acted like a wanker—"

He glared at her again, more forcibly this time.

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" he snapped.

"Sorry."

"Anyway, whenever we had a disagreement, we used to resolve all our differences in the bedroom."

Pansy smiled at him lewdly. That girl has one dirty mind.

"But lately," he continued, "she claims she's just too tired and stressed from work. She won't let me anywhere near her." He sighed loudly again. "It gets worse, Pans. Before I even have a chance to make amends, she usually just slams the bedroom door in my face."

"Oh, you poor dear," Pansy soothed; she pretended to pat him on the back, but the caresses were a little too forceful to be comforting. Everything is a game to her.

"No wonder you have your knickers in a twist," Pansy teased. Not this again.

"I do not wear knickers. I'm not a bloody girl."

Draco was fuming now; his pale skin was starting to flush. He just didn't have the patience for dealing with Pansy's shite first thing in the morning. Definitely not.

"That's not how I remember it. I remember that one time…"

Every single time she has to bring this up. Why? It was just that one time. Seriously.

"Fuck off, Pansy! You're not helping," he yelled as he crossed his arms across his chest and started playing with his cuticles, which he usually did when he was irritated or upset.

"Come on—"

"No, you come on. If you're such an expert than tell me…how do you and the Weasel resolve your problems?"

Draco still couldn't believe that Pansy was dating the Weasel, but then again, she always had horrid taste in blokes—other than when she had dated him, of course.

"Well, we don't have those problems," she teased. "In fact, we have a rather healthy sex life. Ron is a stallion in bed."

"La-la-la…" He covered his ears and shivered. "Gross, Pans. That's the last thing I want to think about—freckled cock. Eww. I can just imagine that he has freckles everywhere. I think I'm going to be sick."

Pansy smacked him teasingly and smirked devilishly as only a Slytherin could.

"Well…"

"Pans!"

"Okay, sorry. I'll spare you the details. But—lucky for you, I know something that can help you thaw the Gryffindor Ice Queen."

"Don't call her that!" He griped as he playfully smacked her back. For some reason, hanging out with Pansy always made him revert to the maturity of a 10-year-old schoolboy.

She cleared her throat and ignored Draco's complaints.

"As I was saying, the twins actually helped me out with this one. Apparently, Ron used to have a problem in the stamina department. He wasn't used to women who could tire him out as much as I can, so he asked the twins for some brotherly advice. Those two are actually quite brilliant in their own right. And—I don't know what they told him, but they gave me the real solution—instead of giving it to him."

Draco bit his lip and locked eyes with Pansy. Pansy conspiring with the Weasley twins, there's no way that anything good could come out of that merger. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to notice his concern.

"They gave me a few free samples of a new product they were testing out."

"What kind of product?"

"Shush you—I'm telling the story now. Not you. Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to interrupt a lady?"

Draco rolled his eyes at his best friend and scowled. Leave it to Pansy to make everything a drama.

"Well, I don't see any ladies here," he teased.

This time, it was Pansy's turn to glare. She sent him her own signature death glare, and then smacked him upside the head rather harshly.

"Ow! You..."

She glared at him again, just daring him to complain, but this time, Draco decided to keep his mouth shut. He knew better than to get on Pansy's bad side.

"Anyway," she continued, in her same enthusiastic storytelling tone that Draco was rather familiar with after spending many years listening to her colourful tales. "They supplied me with a special stamina potion that's laced with a rather powerful aphrodisiac. And—I must say, that it's bloody brilliant. Ron is ready to go again—almost at a moment's notice."

Draco noticed that Pansy looked quite smug, and he couldn't help but feel queasy. Even if he did love Pansy, he still didn't understand why she insisted on dating the Weasel. He didn't want to fight about that Ginger Oaf right now, so instead he examined his fingernails, like he always did when was trying to portray boredom.

"That's fascinating, dear," he responded dryly, hoping that Pansy would take the hint and change the subject. "But I don't understand how that's helpful to me. At all. It's not like I'm dating Blaise and Hermione doesn't have a—"

"Big, black cock," Pansy supplied helpfully, her dark eyes gleaming deviously.

"Must you be so crude?"

She rolled her eyes at him and continued prattling away.

"It's not crude if it's true, darling. Besides, of course I know that Miss Priss doesn't have a cock, but the potion works on women too. I gave some to Daphne right after she had her baby. She was complaining constantly, claiming that she had no libido and was as dry as a shrivelled up old hag."

Draco shuddered at the comparison, but Pansy didn't seem to notice or care.

"It worked like a charm," she drawled. "And I bet it would do wonders for you two lovebirds as well."

Draco frowned at Pansy's lack of tact and constant need to insult his relationship with Hermione, but decided to let it go for now.

"I never knew Daphne had problems with opening her legs before. From what I remember, she was quite popular among the Slytherin boys and quite vocal as well." He smiled smugly and arched one eyebrow at his best friend.

"Now who's being crude? Manners, dear."

"I'm allowed to be crude. I'm a man."

"Barely."

"I never heard you complain before," he retorted, as he made sure he was far enough away from Pansy, so that she wouldn't be able to smack him again.

"Anyway," Draco continued, "while that does sound like a good time. I don't know how I would ever convince our former Gryffindor golden girl to take this miraclepotion. She'll probably just hex me if I even mention it."

He paused for a second, biting the corner of his lip again.

"Actually, I'm surprised you got the Weasel to agree to it that easily. You sure have him trained well. I'm impressed, my dear."

Pansy ran a hand through her long black hair and tossed it behind her shoulders; she got up from the end of the couch and casually positioned herself on Draco's lap. She placed her arms around his neck and started to massage it firmly. With anyone else, this intimate position would make him uncomfortable, but Pansy was like a sister to him. Well, maybe not a sister per say, perhaps a rather hot stepsister would be a better comparison. Yes, a hot, wicked stepsister, who he shared a unique relationship with, and used to fool around with back when they were children at Hogwarts. Perfectly normal, of course.

"Oh, Draco," she purred, as she continued to massage the back of neck. "My poor, foolish, Draco. What has happened to you? Has living with Gryffindors polluted your almost non-existent brain?"

Draco was confused and yet strangely entranced; he just stared at Pansy through clouded grey eyes. While Pansy might not be his type, she was still quite bewitching when she wanted to be. Suddenly, he felt a pang of sympathy for the Weasel. No wonder Pansy seemed to keep him on such a short leash.

Pansy smiled at Draco seductively and blinked her long dark eyelashes at him coquettishly. Oh yes, the Weasel was definitely screwed.

"Draco, darling," she continued, "we're Slytherins, or did you forget that—my poor, lost little boy?" She released the back of his neck and laughed at him mischievously, her dark eyes gleaming. "Ronald has no idea that he takes the 'miracle potion', as you so-called it. Every evening, I lace his evening tea with just a little bit of the potion; of course, he's none the wiser. Oh, my not-so-little-weasel just happens to think he's a real lion in bed."

She threw her head back in wild laughter. She was cackling like a banshee and Draco couldn't help but laugh with her. That little minx always found a way to get what she wanted; her confidence and determination were two of the many things he loved about her.

He leaned forward and kissed Pansy briefly on the lips. "You really are a wicked witch," he drawled as he arched one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows at her. "It's rather—"

"Brilliant," Pansy chimed in.

"Well, I was going to say sexy, but brilliant works too."

She smiled at him wickedly and returned his kiss on the lips; although, her kiss was a little less chaste than the one he had planted on her. Then, she finally disentangled herself from his lap—most likely because she had already made her point. That is so like her. What a tease.

"That too. I'm so glad that I could be of assistance to you, my dear. I'll owl you over the potion right away. But now, I must be going. Places to go, people to—"

"Fuck," he added coarsely. Draco loved badgering Pansy; she made it much too easy. Then he grabbed her by the arm and locked eyes with her, striking brown eyes meeting hazy grey.

She glared at him again and tried to free her arm.

"Now, don't be like that, Pans. I was just joking, but in all seriousness, thank you for your help and advice—but I just can't. I can't do that to her. I-I..."

"What? You love her?" she spat virulently. She said the world love in the same vile tone they usually reserved for mocking Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. "Fuck, Draco, you've gone soft. Who would've thought that the former Prince of Slytherin would become a Gryffindor's boy toy?" She yanked her arm out of his grasp and started to walk away.

"That's a bit harsh," he responded, his voice softer now, quiet.

"Whatever, darling. Your loss, not mine. But I really do have to go."

She didn't even bother to turn around.

"Come on, Pans, you're my best friend. Don't be like that. I just can't. Not to her."

She turned around slowly and faced him; he could feel her gaze penetrating him, judging him and disapproving, but Draco couldn't bring himself to look up and lock eyes with her. Instead, he chose to hide behind his long fringe.

Pansy sighed loudly and then stepped closer to Draco. She pressed a delicate kiss on his forehead while quickly mussing his hair. "Fine. But, Draco," she said softly, "if you change your mind, the potion's called Enchanted Evening. It's a WWW's best-seller."

With a swish of her leopard print cloak, she was gone. Draco never even got the chance to respond.

To Be Continued....

Author's Note: That's it for Part 1. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow, which will feature Hermione and Draco after Hermione receives Pansy's little gift. I hope you enjoyed it. I always love manipulative Pansy. Thanks for reading. = )
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