A Discerning Palate

A/N Thanks to those who reviewed me, you know I love you. Even that troll that hated my story. He/She hated it enough to say something. My work is done, lol Enough of that…..on to the good stuff.


Ginny slammed her head down on the desk.

She contemplated repeating the action until the voice in her head was silent. Then she wouldn’t have to hear that stupid repetition of “Draco Malfoy”. Not just his name. Not just what he was doing, not just the urge to look at him, oh no. It was the memory of his touch, of his mouth, the way he felt against her. And maybe, just maybe things might have been different if she’d stayed the night. If she hadn’t been greedy.

She slammed her head down again.

Not greedy! She just knew that she was worth more than that.

“Then why did you let him fuck you to start with, Gin?” she mumbled to herself.

“Problems?”

Ginny turned her head to see Pansy flop down beside her. “Pansy, you aren’t even in this class.” she groaned.

“Who gives a shite?” she asked, as if she really wanted an answer.

“I’m a moron.”

“Can’t stop thinking about him, eh?”

“The bastard.” Ginny was grim.

“Do you really want to be over him?” Pansy looked at her pointedly.

“Well,” she began, but was interrupted.

“Misses Weasley and Parkinson, are we bothering you? Is my lecture interfering with whatever personal drama you’ve inflicted upon yourselves?” Flitwick snapped irritably.

Pansy had the gall to answer. “Oh no. Not at all. Carry on.” She smiled.

Flitwick seemed annoyed, and unsure if Pansy was being flip, or if her response was genuine. Apparently, the instructor decided to let it slide.

“Let’s get out of here.” Pansy whispered.

“We can’t just leave…”

“Silly, Gryff. Watch and learn.”

Pansy raised her hand. “Professor? Ginny isn’t feeling well. I’m going to take her to the infirmary.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but began gathering Ginny’s books in a great show of concern for the girl. Ginny followed Pansy out the door, feigning weakness.

As soon as they were out into the hall, Pansy led her through a series of corridors and soon they were outside the castle.

“So, how do I get him out of my head?” Ginny asked as they walked the familiar path to Hogsmeade.

“I don’t think that you really want to.” Pansy was sing-song as she taunted her.

“Let’s just say that I do, for now. What would I do?”

“Why, go out with someone else, of course. And it would really piss him off.”

“Who is bad-ass enough to stand up to my brothers and Draco Malfoy?”

“Therein lies your problem, sweetie.”

Ginny practically growled. “Great. I thought I had a hard time before? Fuck!”

Pansy stopped mid step and turned to look at Ginny. “I have it.”

“Who?”

“Harry.”

“Are you bloody insane?”

“Maybe, but Draco would gnash his teeth so hard, they would probably fall out of his perfectly groomed head.”

“What about you and Harry?”

Pansy looked thoughtful. “It isn’t like it would be real. Because if it was, you’d have to die.” she laughed.

But Ginny was sure, by the look on her face, that she wasn’t kidding.

“You laugh, but I know you mean it. That’s cute.” Ginny paused. “Well, Ron wouldn’t hit him…”

“No, he’d be bloody euphoric.” Pansy’s eyes lit up. “And it would be the perfect cover for me and Harry. So see, you’d be doing us a favor.”



Draco watched that evening as Ginny entered the hall with Harry Potter.

She laughed, and looked up at The-Boy-Who-Wouldn’t-Die with such simpering sucrosity, that he thought he might be ill.

But that sinking weight in the pit of his stomach wasn’t sickness, it was jealousy.

Well, perhaps it was sickness. He had to have some sort of malady to be jealous. Of anything. Ever. He was Draco Malfoy, after all.

They sat down, heads bent together at the Gryffindor table.

“Throw her off, did you?” Blaise inquired as he watched the spectacle.

“Yeah.” Draco muttered gruffly.

“Liar.”

“Hey boys.” Pansy said as she slid in next to them.

“Did you see what Draco’s little bird ran off and did?” Blaise was about to erupt in an undignified fit of laughter.

“Of course, I helped her get him.” Pansy looked at them both as if they were Merlin’s dumbest creatures.

“Damn you Pansy.” Draco said softly.

Pansy laughed a brittle sound, a little annoyed at how easy Harry’s arm slid around Ginny. At how comfortable she looked there, how right. If she admitted the truth to herself, this was where they both belonged. But her heart, the dark little space in her chest, refused to hear that.

“Damn me? But why? You fucked her. You got to plow through those ‘strawberry fields’. You got what you wanted.”

“I want more.”

“I don’t think that you’re going get it, Draco my love.” Pansy cooed and got up without touching her food.

“What, not hungry, doll?” Blaise asked her.

“All that Gryffindor sweetness is making my stomach turn.” Pansy said as she began to walk away.

Blaise grabbed her arm. “You want to come to my room a little later? I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

Pansy jerked away from him. “Don’t touch me again, Blaise. Those days are over.”

“Looks like somebody else is pining for something they can’t have.” Draco quipped.

“Shut it. What do you know?”

“I know that you are doing everything that you can not to look over there at Potter and Ginny. So either you are in love with Ginny, or Hell forbid…”

“I know better than to fall in love with anyone, Draco. You taught me that.”

“Cut the shite, Pansy. Are you on your Witches’ Time?” Blaise asked. “I know how you love to fuck, so where are you getting it, if not me?” His words were cruel, but the intention wasn’t.

“It’s none of your business.” Pansy whirled and strode purposefully out of the hall.

“I think it’s Potter.” Draco supplied.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Our Pansy was ever the bad girl, doing all the things she knows she’s not supposed to. Add it up, Zabini. She quits shagging you, she’s hanging out with Ginny, Ginny is pissed at me, she ends up with Harry. Hmm. That’s a little too easy if you ask me.”

“Is it working though?” Blaise asked the other Slytherin.

“Is what working?”

“Are you jealous?”

Draco didn’t even hear the question as he watched Potter wrap his arms around Ginny.




“I wanted to kill him, Pansy.” Harry whispered in her ear. “When I saw that bastard touch you, I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”

Pansy leaned into him with a breathy sigh. “He will never touch me again. No one but you.”

Harry filled his hands with her ample breasts, pushing her back against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding on hers. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders, hitching her leg around his waist. Pansy opened beneath him, her mouth soft and accepting, her body arching into his, begging for him to claim what was his.

Harry dragged his mouth from hers. “I swear, we will make it to a bed this time.”

Pansy giggled, uncaring that she sounded like a giddy child. “As long as I’m with you.”

He swept her up before him, carrying her like a prize of war. And Pansy couldn’t help but think, perhaps romance novels weren’t such bad things after all.

Because, when he touched her, she was on fire. When he kissed her, she did hear a symphony, and when he fucked her, he made love to her. And he would defy King and country to have her, she knew in that moment, that he would be the white knight on the charger to save her from the flames.

Harry carried her up the long flights of stairs to Gryffindor tower. He crossed into the dorm with no protest from the wards and deposited her gently on his bed.

His hands were everywhere, grazing across swollen and wanting flesh. But she stopped him.

“Let me.” She suddenly felt shy as she touched him, her fingers sliding down the taut muscles of his chest, down to his slacks. “Please.”

Harry crossed his arms behind his head and waited for whatever she would give.

She touched her mouth to his, marking a trail of heat down his body where she took the button of his trousers in her mouth and slid the zipper down with her tongue.

His member strained against her cheek and she rubbed the velvet sword across her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him, dancing in whorls across the tip as she slid it into her mouth, the entire length sliding with ease to the back of her throat. She sucked softly, drawing a strangled sound from Harry.

One hand came to rest on the back of her head, stroking her hair. His entire body was tense with need, and she could feel him wanting to push her farther down onto his cock. So she slid back, gripping the base in her practiced hands.

Harry shuddered. “If you keep that up, this is going to be over way too soon.” he said lightly.

“Give it to me.” Pansy said before she took the entirety of him back into her mouth.

The act broke his control and he came inside her mouth, his body spasming against her knowledgeable tongue.

When he’d finished, she slid up his body but stopped mere inches from his mouth, her thighs spread and straddling him. She raised her eyebrow at him in expectation.

She felt the answer pressing into her damp heat.

He pulled her down to him and rolled her on her back.



“Ginny.” Draco followed her after she and Harry went their separate ways.

She didn’t stop.

“Damnit, Gin.” He growled.

“What do you want?” She spun with her eyes flashing.

“You.”

“Too bad. You can’t have it.”

“Can’t I?” He pulled her to him violently. Draco tangled his hands in her hair and yanked roughly, forcing her head back- his lips bruising hers with the power of his kiss.

She melted into the invasion, her feelings betraying her. “Fuck me then.”

Draco paused to look at her; hair wild, lips bee-stung and eyes glazed with passion.

“What about Potter? Has Pansy trained you to be a good whore?” Draco regretted the comment as soon as it left his mouth, but damn her, she’d made a fool out of him. She’d made him jealous.

Her face seemed to split like a china doll dropped on cement. But she didn’t cry. He had to give her that. His little Gin was strong.

“No. You did. I think I’ll fuck Harry after all.” Ginny tried to break away from him, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Stop saying that.”

“What? Fuck? Why? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, bloody hell.” He spit at her.

“No you aren’t.”

“Why did you leave after Hogsmeade?”

“Because, we’d fucked. We both got what we came for.”

“It was more than that.”

The tears fell now. “It wasn’t. Not for you.”

He was softer now, her tears burning him. “I don’t know what to say, Gin.”

“I knew going into this. I really did. I just…” she broke off as she stifled her tears.

“You made me jealous as hell, but I can’t give you what you are looking for. All I can give you is pleasure, maybe a little pain. But it’s more than a fuck.”

‘That’s what I didn’t understand, this half-life. Let me go, Draco. Just let me go.”

“No.”

“Damn you then.”

He nodded, accepting his damnation, but claimed her mouth again and she followed him in silence to his room.




“Hermione, we have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked as Ron fell beside her on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

“Because you are going to kill me.”

“I want to again. I thought that at your age, and your sexual peak and what not that you would be more than happy to oblige?” Hermione asked, actually wanting an answer.

“Six times, today Hermione. I’ve never even wanked that many times in a day.”

Hermione blushed crimson. “I…I…”she stammered.

“I know, ‘Mione. You have to be the best at everything you do.” Ron breathed deeply and looked over at her. “After this time though, you have to feed me. Real food. Not your chocolate quim. That can only hold a man so long.”

He rolled back on top of her.

And at dinner that night, Hermione was silent when Ron ate three plates of food. Was silent when he stuffed his mouth full to bursting, and cheerfully went to get him a fourth plate. Because she knew what that mouth was also capable of, and who was she to deny him the fortification he would need to please her again?