Deception

EDITED THIS IS A REPOST~






Her confidence always astounded him, though he was used to it. Her demeanor through the years
never wavered. He knew that someday he would marry her, their parents had already begun the
arrangments. She was a pureblood so he never questioned his future. He knew that she would be
loyal and that she would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and that was enough for him.
It helped that he already knew her sexually their encounters having been numerous by now. She knew
what he wanted, how he liked it, and in turn he knew her as well. Albeit she was not the most beautiful
witch, but she would do. Like a trained dog.

There were others who vied for his attention and sometimes he gave it, but only once occasionally twice.
He never went farther than that except for her.

Pansy. His puppy. His plaything. His future bride. She was the only one, and it really was just because they
were betrothed that he continued with her. His father told him that it was best to break them in before
you finalized the deal.

Marriage being the deal. Decades of traditions, rituals of rites, systems in which families with power adhered
to. This was his future, and the future of what was to come.

His eyes transfixed into the flames of the common room fire. Lost in his future, he didn't hear the slow creak of
the dungeon door. The steady clicks as shoes met the cold stone floor. Eyes widened as he felt finger tips graze
his neck.

His pet was here. Returned from detention. Ready for their evening fuck before they went to bed. She would
suck him off, and then he would pound into her. Then go their seperate ways.

He looked at the time. She was an hour early. Puzzled, filch never let someone out of detention early.

"Your back early." he questioned, Watching her he saw her pause.

"Yes filch was sick so McGonagal had me clean her classroom, and said I could go."

He sat a moment thinking this through. McGonagal would have indeed had her do someting like that, and
would probably let them go. Seeing as she couldn't very well stay there for that long. She was the head mistress
now, so she had alot to do.

The common room was empty now. No one would come out of their rooms. Her hand was resting on his shoulder
as she leaned against the back of the couch. He reached over and took her hand. He felt her tense. Something was different.

"Wait." She said. " I want to do it in your bed."

"What?" he looked quizzically at her."My bed? Since when did you want to have sex in a bed, usually your a wherever kind of
person."

"Oh come on. Stop talking, more walking." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his personal room, being head boy had its perks.


He stared at the back of her head as she pulled him along. Her raven hair bounced with each step. Reaching his door he said the
password, and opend the door. When they were both inside he turned to close it. No sooner had he turned he felt her hands on
his chest pushing him back against the hard wood. Her lips were on his, a desperate passion, while nimble fingers grasped his
cloak tearing the fabric off him.

This was new he didn't know what had come over her. Usually she let him take control, doing whatever he wanted her to do.

There was no time to think. All he could do was feel. His hands reached up and hastily pulled off her clothes as well. She had removed
his shirt, and was working on his belt. Her cloak and blouse tossed aside. Kicking their shoes off, pulling at each other. His need to be
in control came over, and he pushed himself off the wall. Reaching around her waist, taking hold he pulled her up. Automatically she wrapped her legs around him. Lips never leaving his. He felt fingers weaving themselves into his hair. The sensation caused him to groan.

What was up with her? Another thing she never did. But he wasn't complaining.

All of a sudden his knees hit the edge of the bed. He had been moving forward quickly, the force caused him to fall forward landing on top of her.

Pulling his hands from under her he raised himself slightly. As one they moved up the bed.

Staring fixedly at eachother, progress seemed to slow. He was lost in her eyes, there was something different about them, yet he couldn't tell
what it was. He saw desire, not the usual i want to shag you desire, no, it was something more. Primal wasn't a good enough description.
It was something more, more passionate, more lust filled...his thoughts were interrupted as she pulled him to her. Tongues battled as her hands made their way to remove his pants. Cold air grazed his skin as she pulled his pants over his arse and down his thighs. He ground into her. Surprise and desire filled his senses when his cock met warm, wet flesh instead of fabric.

He could feel as she ground into him, her need evident. He could tell she wanted to skip the forplay and get to business.

All of a sudden he felt her push against him, turning him over, then neatly straddling him as she mounted.

He could tell something was different, he could feel it. She was so tight. His questioning mind was overtook by pleasure as she slid up and down his cock. As she quickened her pace she threw her head back. Almost falling backward. Draco moved his hands around her, using her as leverage he pulled himself into a sitting position, she never skipped a beat. Arms wrapped themselves around his neck. Nails dug into his
shoulder blades.

She began to whimper, he knew she was close. He began to pull her, thrusting harder, desperatly working to match her so they would come
together.

Her small hands came around to his chest, palms pushed him down. She moved to quicken the pace even more.

It was too much. He could tell he was on the edge, her pussy was so tight.

The next thing he knew she had slammed down hard, bent down sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

Shock was quickly replaced as he felt her clamp down on him he exploded in an instant. His growl turned into groan as he in turn buried
sunk his teeth into her skin to stifle his outburst.

After a few moments. He felt her get up. He watched as she got off the bed and grabbed her things.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry Pans?"

She stopped abruptly. For a moment he thought he saw her panic, but in a moment it was gone. She looked at him pointedly.

"None of your business, Mal.....Draco." and with that she left. Shutting the door behind her.

No way had Pansy ever talked to him like that not once since he knew her. Not wasting any time he wrapped the sheet around him, and ran to the common room. Scanning the room he noticed the door at the other end come to a close. Rushing to it he threw it open to see
Pansy staring up at him.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Why did you just leave?" He stared accusingly.

"What are you on about? I told you I had detention with Filch. He made me and some Hufflepuff scrape shite off the bottom of the tables
in the Great Hall."

He noticed the smudges on her face then.

His widened as realization kicked in. "If you were? Then who was?" He muttered. Turning away he left her standing in the doorway.

"Draco, what are you talking about? Who was what?" she stepped into the common room.

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She watched from her dark corner as the poitrait shut. Stepping into the corridor she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head as waves of mousy brown hair fell about her face.


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A/N

Not sure about making this a oneshot. But if i get alot of reviews and by alot i mean A LOT. i will prolly continue.

So please review and let me know what you think.