The List

He was going to kill Pansy. She wasn't even his girlfriend anymore and yet here he was with a studded leather leash around his neck and bondage cuffs at his wrists, clad in the tightest leather pants he'd ever seen and a vinyl and fishnet shirt that was much the same. Trying to stay out of the way so nobody would notice his costume, Draco leaned in a dark doorway of the Frat House, a drink in his hand that he was sipping to take the edge off. Of course the pug faced girl had wandered off a little over half an hour ago and had yet to return. He knew she wasn't going to. The slut was probably locked in some room with her legs spread wide, having a good hard fuck. Normally this would make Draco happy, but as it wasn't him in the room obviously, he sneered at all the couples getting drunk and making out like hormone crazed pre-teens. A few freshman girls had come up to him shortly after Pansy had abandoned him, but their giggly nature made him want to gag and he told them to sod off. Now he was wishing that he hadn't.


Letting his eyes travel the crowd lazily, he saw Granger and Prince Potter, drinking and dancing, and just having a grand time. The sneer grew as he thought of perfect Potter and that mudblood together after the party, screwing each other's brains out. He actually gagged a bit at the thought. And he had fucked her. Granger with her annoying nagging personality, her know it all attitude. He was both ashamed of it, and yet at the time, he hadn't much cared. He was drunk, she was drunk. She wasn't a bad lay either, even if she was a mudblood. It probably wasn't a widely known fact that the girl had a bit of a thing for anal. He wondered if Potter knew. The thought of him telling Harry about it and the dark haired clod not knowing, was too much for Draco. His sneer eased into a smirk and he decided to pay a visit to captain fantastic and his date. Pushing himself off the wall with a fluid movement, Draco took a deep swallow from his clear plastic cup, before side stepping a rather tall blonde and making his way through the crowd.

As he moved around the packed entry hall to the frat house, he ran into a couple of girls he'd slept with at one point or another who pulled on his leash and pretended to be taking him to a room. He saw Daphne Greenglass who he'd dated a few years back on the arm of that smug Irish git, Finnigan. Sad thing was, he probably thought the whore was there only for him. In Draco's experiences, Daphne was never with only one guy at a time, not even when she was with him. He knew her game. She'd get Seamus drunk, then she'd slip off into a bedroom with any guy who got her hot in the knickers. Years ago, he would've wished he was one of those lucky guys, but now Draco wouldn't touch her with a twenty foot pole. And that was saying something.

Finishing the contents of his cup, Draco crushed the plastic and threw it on the floor to sit alongside Merlin knew what garbage. Pushing a bit of his brilliantly blonde hair out of his eyes, he moved through the throng of people, still making his way toward Granger and Potter. Trying to make a particularly tight squeeze between a group of younger girls and their dates, one of the guys knocked into him on accident, spilling his drink on the already sticky and slick floor. Draco growled a bit as the guy stammered an apology, but then became aware that the young man was eyeing him in a way one would a very tempting piece of meat. Forgetting the anger that had been creeping into him, he turned smirk plastered to his lips, and was going to continue on his path, when something caught his eye. Turning to the right and looking off a ways, he caught a flash of burning red hair with black chunks in it,hanging down over what looked to be a leather corset. He was looking at a very pleasing backside of a girl, who was talking to some guy with dark blonde hair and a rather broad build.

He was standing there, just admiring the curve of her ass, the porcelain skin that stood out from behind the fishnet stockings and under the skirt that seemed to be made or a doll, it was so short. His eyes traveled up over her ass, to the flounce of her hips and as he was letting them drink in the narrow waist and curve of her breasts, she turned in his direction and stopped whatever erotic picture had been forming in his head.

"Weasley," he exclaimed loudly, without even realizing he'd said it, until her amber eyes locked with his silver ones and she cocked an eyebrow at him. As she moved toward him, despite how hard he tried not to, his eyes slid down to where the plaid mini skirt brushed the tops of her thighs, revealing the studded leather garters and the black lace of her panties. He thought he was going to pass out from shock. How could the woman that he'd just been thinking about locking himself in a room with all night, be the weaslette?

Ginny continued to look at him, taking in his form as he just stood there staring at her. She wasn't sure what was going on, or why he had call out her name, but she was glad it had happened. It meant she didn't have to go on a search for him to get his attention. "Malfoy. You called?"


Draco, regaining his composure, looked at the girl, his slightly slack jaw pulled quickly into a smirk as he moved closer to her. Trying to think of a snide remark, he realized his mind was still blank and tried to buy some time. Grabbing a drink from a guy next to him, her took the clear cup and drank the purple colored liquor in it. The guy said something rude, but with one glare, Draco shut him up pretty well and regained his voice once more. "Ah, Weaslette, didn't think you'd dare show your face here," he looked at her costume in feigned disgust."What did you do? Attempt to transfigure your old house uniform?" He was lieing through his teeth. He couldn't very well tell her she was the hottest thing he'd seen in years though, now could he? No, that just wouldn't do. It wasn't in him to be nice to a Weasley, and it certainly wasn't in his nature to compliment them either. Yet he had to admit to himself that the redhead before him was hotter than any of the other girls he'd fucked put together.

Ginny glared at him. She wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination. She knew that moments before he started to fling insults he'd been checking her out, just like every other guy she'd come across that night. Smirking, she got even closer to him, 'accidentally' touching his leg with her hand as she adjusted her stockings for no reason. flipping some hair off of her shoulder, deliberately pulling attention to the swell of her cleavage, she let her eyes rake his form once more, daring to reach out and take hold of the leash around his neck. "And what about you, Malfoy? Where's your mistress? Chaining up her other dogs, I suspect."

Draco felt her hand on his leg for mere seconds and then it was gone. He watched as she moved the coppery strands away from her throat and couldn't help, but let his eyes trace the mounds of her tits which were held in perfect place by the corset. When she reached out for the strap at his throat, he was taken aback. When exactly had the girl become so bold? Never before would she have even approached him, let alone done that. Apparently a lot of things had changed since Hogwarts, and he wasn't only thinking about her personality. Her words just proved his point even more. The girl had guts, as well as sex appeal. A deadly combination. "Wow. Who would have thought that the littlest weasel would grow up? And into the biggest muggle loving whore ever seen. Grew some balls didn't you, Weasley?"

Ginny smirked in a manner befitting the man in front of her and tugged on the leash in her hand, which she noticed he had not bothered to remove from her grip. Pulling him closer to her, she got his face just inches from hers, snapping her teeth as if to bite him. Grinning with a laugh, she practically shoved the leash back toward him and ran a slender fingered hand through her hair. "Whore, maybe, but I don't need a dog like you whether I am or not. I think I hear your master calling you, Draco." With that she turned on her high heel and moved away from him quickly, until all he saw was a flash of red hair and she had disappeared.

Draco was stunned. He was rooted to the spot with the audacity the younger girl had. She was bold, most definitely, and it took him a moment to admit it to himself, but he found her amazingly hot. Her sassy attitude and her witty remarks had made obscene images come into his head and he was having trouble getting rid of them. After several minutes of trying to get anything else into his head aside from the curve of her ass or the mounds of porcelain he'd seen above her top, Draco found the effort futile. There was only one way to get her imagined naked form out of his head and that was to see her real one. From that moment one, Draco Malfoy's one goal for the night was fucking Ginny Weasley senseless.