Seventh Year

Draco shook Callie awake gently.

“Are we here?” she asked sleepily. Draco smiled and nodded before running his hand through her hair to stop it from sticking up. Callie quirked an eyebrow at him and stood. Arm in arm they walked from the train towards the carriages.

“Do you think there’s anyone left who can’t see the Thestrals?” Calliope asked as Draco helped her into a carriage.

“Perhaps the first years.” Draco said noncommittally. Calliope nodded. As students filed towards the carriage they avoided Draco’s. Calliope just remained silent, she knew what people’s perceptions could do, and eventually a few Slytherin’s from lower years hopped in, happy to just be near their Prince.

“So are you going to tell me what I’m wearing?” Callie asked softly as their carriage made it’s way towards the front doors. Draco smirked for a moment before Callie lifted her fingers to toy with the pendant around her neck.

“Not right now.” Draco said looking intently at the pendant. “Thank you for not questioning it.” It was Callie’s turn to smirk.

“I’ve been playing these games as long as you have Draco.” She reminded. Draco just chuckled and nodded and the carriage stopped. He stepped down first and helped her down carefully before they walked up the steps, Draco’s hand resuming it’s place on her lower back.

Most of the seventh years had apparated to the school and were already in their social circles chatting about the summer.

Blaise Zabini was the first to notice the couple waltz into the Great Hall like they owned the place and left Slytherin’s table to make his way over to them. Callie saw his approach and narrowed her eyes at him, causing the boy to slow his step.

“You and I, Mr. Zabini, are going to have words.” Calliope promised. Blaise nodded before shaking Draco’s hand.

“I see you had a good summer.” Blaise said with a conspiratol grin.

“I did indeed.” Draco said resting his hand on Calliope’s hip and moving closer to her side. Calliope smirked at the territorialism on display and kissed Dracos cheek softly.

“I’m going to sit.” Calliope said. Draco nodded and slid his hand back to her lower back as he walked her to the Ravenclaw table. They weren’t ignorant to the people watching them but they made no move to acknowledge the attention. Draco loved attention, good or bad he didn’t mind either way, he revelled in knowing that people were watching him. He was a Malfoy afterall, and Malfoy’s deserved attention. While Calliope was just as use to the attention, she never revelled in it like her current cohort, she merely accepted it as a fact of life.

“Rendezvous later?” Draco asked as they came to a stop by Callie’s dorm mates. Calliope shrugged.

“If you’re lucky.” She teased. He just kissed her slowly before walking to his own table. As soon as he was out of earshot Callie’s housemates pounced.

“You and Malfoy?” Adrian asked, looking a perfect mix of jealousy and awe. Callie just nodded as she tracked his walk to the Head of the Slytherin table with her eyes. He winked at her as he sat down, letting her know that he had felt her eyes on him the whole time.

“Since when?” Shea asked sceptically. Calliope turned to the girl in her year and smiled.

“The summer.” She answered simply. While they were supposed to hammer out details on the train, they had been a bit distracted so instead Callie refrained from giving any details.

“Oh.” Shea said looking at the table, her sulk evident to anyone who glanced her way. Calliope rolled her eyes and, not for the first time, cursed herself for getting with someone as clingy as Shea.

Draco sat through the interactions of his housemates with a bored look on his face for a few moments before he turned and sought out Calliope.

“She gets under your skin.” Blaise warned, although he’d done everything in his power to keep Draco away from Calliope. Draco turned his head to gaze lazily at his friend and waited for something useful to come out of his mouth. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you mate.” Blaise said before turning his head to watch the scared first years file in.

Draco couldn’t help sizing up all of the new Slytherin recruits, but quickly got bored and turned to running his eyes up and down the Head table looking for girls who were old enough to have a little fun with. He caught a group of girls, fifth years maybe, looking at him and giggling and shot them a quick grin.

“You are a piece of work my friend.” Blaise said with a chuckle. It always baffled, and sometimes infuriated, Blaise that Draco held some sort of sway over girls, and some boys too should Draco ever have the urge. And Draco made it look effortless, of course for Draco it probably was, Blaise though to himself as he found his eyes wandering to where Calliope sat engrossed in conversation with a couple first years. Calliope had it too, she just pulled people in without even trying; it was why Blaise had tried his best to keep them apart.

“Think that hard and something will burst Zabini.” Draco said as the food appeared before them and he began to fill his plate. Blaise just shoved his friend’s shoulder.

Calliope had engaged a couple terrified looking first years in an easy conversation, got them comfortable enough to talk to some other first years as the meal passed. She and the other prefects led the way to the Ravenclaw tower after the meal finished. She explained the way to get into the Tower, answering a riddle, and then showed the first years’ into the Common Room. Once she was sure they were settled enough, or tha the other prefects would mind them, she made her way up to her room.

As a seventh year prefect her she shared a room with Padma Patil and Adrian Hornwood, though she rarely spent time in the room, preferring instead to surround herself with people in the common room, or spending some alone time with whatever girl caught her fancy. She changed out of her uniform and into a white tank top and a skirt that was a bit shorter than regulation. As she finished organizing her thigns the way she liked them there was a knock on the door.

“come in!” She said.

“Draco Malfoy is here to see you.” Avery said with a small smile. Avery, a tiny sixth year, played on the Quidditch team and made no attempt at hiding her facination with Calliope. Callie thanked the girl and grabbed her sketch book before throwing her school robes on and heading down to the common room. “I was hoping we could catch up tonight.” Avery stated boldly. Callie smiled and squeezed Avery’s hand in her own.

“Another time.” She promised and went out the door to see Draco leaning lazily in the hallway, focused on soemthign only he could see. She closed the distance between them and kissed his jaw gently waking him form his reverie. His arms fell to her hips and pulled her closer as his lips found hers. They remained in that position, their bodies melded together, tongue duelling in a quest for dominance, until a throat clearing alerted them that they were not alone. As they parted they saw Severus Snape, potions master, glaring disapprovingly.

“Hardly behaviour becoming of a Head Boy Mr. Malfoy.” Snape drawled with his trademark sneer. Callie removed herself from Draco and had the decency to blush.

“Our apologies Professor.” Draco said smoothly, although it was not hard to tell that he was not pleased at the interruption. “Is there something I can do for you.”

“Not at all.” Snape said before turning his glare to Calliope. “A moment if you please Miss Stormcrowe.”

Calliope nodded and followed Snap just out of Draco’s earshot. Draco watched carefully as Callie and Snape had what looked like a civil conversation. While it was not out of the ordinary for Snape to have civil conversations, it was rare that he had them with students other than Draco himself. Intrigued Draco took a few steps forward but one look from Snape had him rooted to the spot. As the conversation finished Snape placed something in the pocket of Calliope’s robes, had Draco not been so fixed in the conversation he would have missed it. Calliope thanked him and returned to Draco.

“Mr. Malfoy, you do have private quarters, perhaps your youthful endeavors would be better served there.” SNape said as he swooped past, not doubt in search of a first year he could terrify.

“Private quarters hm?” Callie said sliding her arms around Draco’s waist as a group of gawking fourth years walked by.

“Almost private.” Draco corrected, his hands sliding down Callie’s body to rest on her ass. Callie stepped out of the embrace and shook a finger at him, her responded with rolling his eyes.

“And what does a girl have to do to get a tour of these private quarters?” She asked. Draco grinned evilly, a look that looked far too at home on his face and made Calliope’s heart flutter in a way she wasn’t all too comfortable with.

“I’m sure we can come up with some sort of bargain.” He said as they began to walk through the corridor.

“A peek into this perhaps?” Callie asked, tapping the cover of what looked to be a sketch book. Draco, knowing better, smiled and nodded.

“That will do.” They walked through the corridors, looking every bit the doting couple, until they reached a relatively unremarkable portrait.

“Fiddlewomps.” Draco said, loud enough that Calliope could hear it, and the portait opened. They stepped through and Calliope found herself on the landing of a small staircase. There were two steps down into the sunken circular living area. One either side of the small steps were large overstuffed couches, whose backs were level with the landing. Directly across from the stairs was a large roaring fire flanked by two skinny staircases. In the middles of the circle, were two small square tables. To the right of the landing was a door, emblazoned with the Gryffindor crest, presumably leading to Hermione’s room. To the left, a door emblazoned with the Slytherin crest.

“And those stairs?” Calliope asked, though they hadn’t moved from the landing.

“Private bath.” Draco said. He placed his hands on Calliope’s hips and steered her towards his room. Calliope let herself be led and opened the door when they arrived at it. Once they were through the doorway Draco practically threw Callie on the bed, immediately hovering over her, grinding his arousal against her thigh. Their tryst in the hallway had gotten him very excited, evidenced by the length pressing against Calliope. Callie smiled and pulled Draco into a kiss, her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck as one of her legs wrapped itself around his hips. Draco moaned into her mouth as her leg increased the pressure between them. His fingers made quick work of the buttons holding her robe shut and his hands pushed it away from her body. He broke the kiss to kiss her neck none too gently and trailed his fingers down her stomach until she reached the hem of her shirt. His hips were still grinding against her pelvis and she, in turn, was grinding back. As his fingers started their journey underneath her shirt however, she stopped.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…” he groaned. His eyes pleaded with her to be joking, to let him continue, but she shook her head, and being the gentleman he was, Draco rolled off of her. His hand immediately went to the bulge in his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me woman.” He growled in his frustration. Callie smirked.

“You took care of yourself once today, once more shouldn’t be too much work.” She said. Draco glared over at her, he knew she wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but he’d expected to get some satisfaction from her. She took pity on the boy, the look on his face was absolute agony, and kissed him slowly. “Some incentive perhaps?” she rolled off the bed and grabbed the sketchbook that she had dropped on the way in. She tossed it next to where he was laying and crawled back up the bed beside him. Pulling out her wand she tapped the cover and whispered “aperio” before handing it to Draco.

Thoroughly intrigued Draco opened the cover. The first page was a drawing of someone who looked like that Gryffindor that one of the Weasleys was dating. Which would not be out of the ordinary, except she was naked, very naked, very naked in a bed, and smiling like she knew that she was being looked at.

“Angelina.” Calliope said as she lounged next to Draco. Upon speaking the name of the girl in the drawing it seemed to come to life. A sole index finger beckoning the artist forward. Draco, once regaining his composure, flipped quickly through the sketchbook. It was page after page of girls. Girls that he knew, or at least recognized, and some boys which he quickly skipped over. All were naked, and some in very compromising positions, and quite a few girls had more than one portrait in the sketchbook.

“This is bloody brilliant!” Draco exclaimed softly as he thumbed through the images. He’d never seen anything like it. Outside of the wizarding skin mags that were kept safely in a locked box under his bed at home. But to see the girls he went to school with in such positions made it that much more interesting. “Do they know?”

“Some of them.” Callie said with a shrug. She loved her sketchbook. She loved being able to go back to any girl at any time and relive the moment. Her family had been in the portraiture business for as long as anyone could remember so Callie had learned the charms to make sketches and art move very young.

Draco stopped on a picture of Hermione, lazing on a bedspread on her stomach reading a book with a hand buried underneath her body, and was about to speak her name when Callie reached over a flipped the page.

“Pick someone else.” Callie said as she reached and undid the buttons on Draco’s robe. She pushed the fabric off of his stomach and undid his trousers. Draco snapped the sketchbook closed and put it on the table next to his bed.

“I’d rather just watch you.” He said relaxing against the pillows. He wasn’t a complete fool, he knew that those pictures had to have had some effect on Calliope, he was just happy it seemed to be working out in his favour. Callie smirked and reached into his trousers, wrapping her hand around his cock. Draco reached down pushing his pants and boxers down off of his hips. There was no need to be shy, he knew that his manhood was impressive.

Callie leaned down and licked the precum off of the tip of his cock slowly before moving her head back and stroking him from tip to base, her other hand caressing his balls. She maintained her infuriatingly slow pace until Draco’s need became too much and he covered her hand with one of his own, pumping faster until he came with a final buck of his hips.

“Impatience is not a virtue my lord.” Callie said before doing a quick scourgify.

“And that was hardly satisfactory my lady.” Draco rebutted as he motioned to his cock with still stood at attention. It was taking every ounce of self-control she had not to let Draco bury himself inside her, so she just smirked.

“I should be getting back, class starts early tomorrow.” She said leaning across him to grab her sketchbook. Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down on top of him.

“I think you should stay, just sleep.” He promised, although his arousal was still pressing against her. “We still need to work out some details afterall.”

“Tonight I need to sleep.” Callie said with a chuckle as she pulled from his embrace again. “We can do that tomorrow after classes.” She promised. “Good night my lord.”

“Goodnight my lady.” Draco responded, making no effort to hide his disappointment. Callie just smirked and left his room, closing the door behind her.

“Hey Callie.” Hermione said from her perch on the couch. Callie just smiled. “See you tomorrow?” Callie nodded and made her way back to the Ravenclaw tower.


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A/N: Please review! I love reviews, and suggestions, anyone you want to see with Malfoy or Callie? Lemme know and I will see what I can do. Also, this is un-beta'd so all of the mistakes are mine,