Explorations

“Un-fucking-believable.” Draco Malfoy paced the floor, raking his fingers through his platinum-colored hair. “Me, and the MUDBLOOD. Merlin damn it. Can’t they see for themselves, that I hate Granger with a passion? Who in the name of my father would even THINK I would be caught dead in that skanky whore’s dorm room?”

“Draco.” Pansy shifted nervously, as she sat on his bed. She was the only one who was cutting Malfoy any slack, mainly because she was the only one who knew the truth; that it was she that was in the “mudblood’s” room, and not Draco. For the past several days, Draco had missed many classes and had dealt with tauntings from his fellow Slytherins as well as the evil eye from any and all of the other females that he had introduced “little Draco” to in recent months, weeks, even days. He was plentiful, indeed…however, no one was pleased with him. Even his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, were acting strange around him. Almost like…Merlin forbid – MUGGLES.

“What?” He growled.

“Come sit.” She patted the bed next to her. “You’re so angry, Draco, it scares me.”

“Of COURSE I’m angry!” He hissed, “How can you be so stupid as to think otherwise, Pansy? I mean, think about it! The entire student body thinks I’m humping Ron Weasley’s girlfriend, Weasel himself wants to put his wand through my arse, I’m borderline to flunking my best subject, Snape has no idea what the fuck’s wrong with me, and I haven’t gotten laid in almost a week! My father’s upset with me, of course, and I did nothing wrong!”

Pansy sighed. No, he hadn’t. It had been HER that Hermione had oh, so cleverly disguised as Draco, for the purpose of saving both of their reputations on that fateful night in Gryffindor Tower. Since then, she had seen just about everyone in Slytherin jeer at Draco, who for once, had nothing to do with it. He didn’t even KNOW why everyone was pointing at him until the following morning when Ron Weasley had lunged for him in the Great Hall. Pansy had covered her eyes just in time to miss Ron’s punch that had landed just below Malfoy’s jaw. Thankfully, Professor Dumbledore had stepped in before anything got too physical between the two boys, and both of them had been issued warnings. If either of them got out of line again, they’d find themselves on the Hogwarts Express back home. Ron had muttered a final threat, of course, promising to make Malfoy pay for first fucking his girlfriend, then setting fire to her dorm room. Malfoy had to laugh. As IF! But then he had grabbed his two loyal sycophants each by the balls and had ordered them to tell him what the fuck was going on. Goyle was the first to squeal.

“Draco, everyone saw you…you were fleeing Hermione Granger’s dorm room…half naked…and you set FIRE to it?” He had said. Malfoy was stupefied.

Nevertheless, no one believed that it hadn’t been him. No one had any reason not to. After all…Hermione Granger was a Mudblood, yes, but she was also drop-dead fucking breathtaking. He had noticed. His anatomy had noticed. It was his nature, and his reputation, too, to seek the company of the attractive ones. Why should she be any different? Anyone who knew Draco Malfoy also knew that he loved ‘em and left ‘em – especially the beautiful ones. Pansy Parkinson was all right…she wasn’t as glamorous as Granger was, nor was she as smart – but out of all of the rest, she cared for him the most. As much as Draco hated to acknowledge any positive attention, he secretly appreciated her loyalty to him – her faithfulness.

And here she was…on his bed. Sitting. Waiting. Staring.

“What?” He sighed. Neither of them had spoken for a long pause, and he suspected that she was growing impatient. “What can I do?”

“You need to calm down.” She replied. “Draco…you know I can’t STAND to see you this angry. Your face…it’s so much nicer when you’re not so mad.”

“Pansy, no one believes me!” He exclaimed. “This is trickery! Someone FRAMED me! I’ll bet you anything, it was Potter. Him and Weasel. They’ve both been trying to get me in trouble for years! Since year ONE!”

“I believe you.” She nodded, eyes wide. She did. Completely. Part of her felt guilty. A small part. In a tiny, yet twisted way, she was glad to see that he was finally suffering for his tomcat ways, and that he was becoming as sexually frustrated as he’d become famous for leaving his women feeling.

“Fuck. I don’t believe this!” He shook his head and cussed to himself. Then he took the seat that Pansy had been reserving for him for the last several moments, while he had been ranting and raving about the crime he knew he didn’t commit. The fire in Granger’s dorm room, she had at least, cleared him of, and had admitted that she had knocked over the candle. It was the absolute least she COULD do. Skanky Mudblood bitch!

“Draco. Stop it, already. You’re aggravated…you need to calm down.” She gently reached for his shoulders. “Here, let me loosen you up a little.”

“I need to blow a load.” He moaned, shrugging her hands off of his shoulders. “I’ve the worst case of blue-fucking-balls you can imagine. C’mon, Pansy.”

“Uhh…” She should have known. Before she could say much more, he stood, undid his belt and dropped trou, revealing to her that he was already erect, and had been for most of his tirade. She blushed, turning away. “You know, this might not be a good idea, Draco. A lot of people are angry with you…”

“That’s got nothing to do with you and me.” He scowled. “You spread for me once and a hundred times before, what’s the fucking problem, NOW, peanut-butter-Pansy?”

“I’m not in the mood.” She shrugged. She was surprised to see that she truly wasn’t. Normally, Malfoy’s nakedness was an incredible turn on to her, but now? She had to admit that seeing him with his pants around his ankles, his dick poking out the front of his boxer shorts and a scowl on his face was more amusing than anything. After all, she had taken his form once – so she already knew what it looked and felt like. She tried not to laugh. But failed.

“What the fuck is so funny?” He hollered. “What are YOU laughing at, you worth-a-sickle slut?”

She swallowed, feeling the muscles in her cheeks relax. Slut. Was that what he really thought of her? All of the times he claimed that he loved her – of course, while hammering into her – were those lies, too? She tried not to let Draco see the look on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, but failed at that as well.

“I’m going to my room.” She rose from the bed. “You need to chill out, Draco…because right now you’re poisonous.”

“You’re not leaving.” He growled, grabbing ahold of her arm. “C’mon.”

“I’m leaving.” She yanked it from his grip and gave him a scowl to match his own. “Good night.”

“You’re going to fuck someone else, aren’t you?” He sneered at her. “Go ahead, then, Pant-sy. Go spread your legs for whoever else smiles at you. You’re lucky I even LOOK at you. You and Millicent Bullstrode…both of you are ugly as fucking pugs. You’ll have NO ONE. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Huh?”

Pansy only walked out, slamming the door after herself, leaving Draco with his cheeks red, his temper flared, and his pants down.