The Not So Good Girl

I

Virginie looked around, wishing it was she who could live here the entire year. She wandered aimlessly about the gigantic common room, looking at the Gryffindor and Slytherin paraphernalia and waiting anxiously for Hermione.

“Ready?” Hermione called, quietly closing her door and hurrying down the winding staircase.

“Yes,” she answered, running her fingers over a marble snake lamp base. “Hermione? Does this mean that you-know-who is Head Boy?”

“Of course that’s what it means, de Gaulle,” Draco's sharp voice snapped from above. “Disappointed?”

“No,” she snapped back, and she knew her eyes were flashing with contempt.

“Good,” he retorted, hastily knotting his tie as he walked down the stairs. “I’m sure we’ll all be spending quite a bit of time together. We must all get along and be the best of friends,” he said sarcastically, making his way toward the doorway. “See you around, Virginie.”

Hermione stared after him as the door closed smoothly. “It’s going to be a long year, isn’t it?”

II

“I need a favour,” Hermione began.

Virginie stopped writing her Potions essay and looked up confusedly. In the year that she’d known Hermione, she’d never asked for anything from anyone. “Yes?”

“Well,” Hermione began, redness creeping into her cheeks, “Ron and I would like to get away…and…would you mind? Would you mind sleeping in my dormitory so that no one suspects anything? It would just be for the weekend.”

Virginie looked about the library and rapped her pen anxiously on the desk. On one hand, Hermione’s dormitory beckoned her, with its warm, luxurious bed and the many private amenities. However, if she stayed there, she would be staying with Draco for the weekend. As if reading her mind, Hermione spoke.

“Draco won’t bother you,” she said. “If you’re worried about that.”

Virginie stared down at her desk, torn between luxuries and Draco. “Well, why not? I guess I’ll do it…but Draco had better stay away.”

“Oh don’t worry!” Hermione exclaimed, shutting her book. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you at all!”

Hermione shoved her things into her bag and looked across the table. “Well, I must be going…to tell Ron! Thank you so much! I will somehow repay you, I promise!” She dashed off, leaving Virginie staring after her and wondering just what she’d gotten herself into.

III

Virginie groaned softly in her sleep and turned onto her back, gazing at the ceiling, where sunlight streamed through the skylight, reflecting rays onto the bed near her feet. She pulled the blankets tighter around her, feeling so comfortable she could have just melted into the bed.

I love Saturdays, she thought, slowly opening her eyes. I could just lie here all day.

After a time, she slowly climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, fully intending to shower and slip back into pajamas. She was amazed that she hadn’t seen Draco at all last night or heard him this morning, but she knocked on the wooden door just to be sure she hadn’t jinxed it.

After showering she made her way slowly down to the Great Hall for breakfast, seating herself beside Harry at the Gryffindor table.

“Morning, V,” he said, passing the fruit salad her way.

“Hiya Harry,” she breathed, spooning salad into her bowl. “How you been?”

“Great,” he said, sizing her up. She gave him a small smile as she poured milk.

“You know when you sit here you attract attention,” he said, eating his eggs.

“So? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Just saying. …Anyway, have you talked to Hermione or Ron?”

“No,” she said, eating her fruit. For no reason, she thought it could be fun to flirt with Harry, but she pushed the thought from her mind. She couldn’t risk losing friends by being a cocktease…even though she knew she was rather good at it. And who said she’d be teasing? It’d been awhile since she’d had sex...

“Ron was supposed to train with me this weekend. Do you think he’s proposing? ...Well, never mind that…I have something for you,” he said, and he leaned down for his bag and his hand brushed against her thigh.

“Here,” he said, handing her a small box. “It reminded me of you.”

She opened it and found a small pendant inside, similar to one she had lost the previous Christmas. The words, “truth, honor, wisdom,” were enscribed on the face of the pin.

“You know…being a Ravenclaw and all,” he said, turning back to his breakfast.

“It is very beautiful, Harry. Thank you,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She saw his face go red and returned to her own breakfast.

He stood and began to walk away, then stopped. “Hey…Virginie,” he said suddenly.

“Yes?”

He hesitated. “Er…nothing. See you,” he said, dashing away. “Glad you liked the pendant.”

Very puzzled, Virginie finished her fruit and returned to Hermione’s suite. Inside her room, she removed the skirt she had worn to breakfast and the white collared shirt, and she stood wearing a pink camisole and black boyshorts. She put on some music and searched about the room, looking for something to occupy her. Resting on the floor was a small cabinet, and Virginie got down on all fours and began searching inside.

Her bum in the air and her elbows supporting her, she looked through letters Ron had written to Hermione. She froze when a voice, cool as ice, broke the silence.

“I couldn’t pay for a view like that,” Draco said, leaning against the door frame.

Virginie hastily stood up, wishing she could cover her legs. She grabbed a blanket from the bed and drew it around her.

“Ah, modesty,” Draco intoned. “Something that most girls lack.”

“Well I’m not most girls,” she snapped.

“So I’ve noticed,” he said smoothly, still standing in the doorway. “It’s what separates you. Well, that and your impeccable thighs.”

“Who?”

“You from…them. You and…Granger, anyway,” he spat.

“Who are ‘them’?” she asked.

“You know, the usual whores…Parkinson, mainly,” he said airily.

“But you…you and Pansy are…”

“Through,” he finished for her. “If we ever began. She’s sex, it’s that simple. You of all people should understand that.”

“I do.”

“I knew you would. We’re not so different, Virginie. Youfucking that foul git, Chris, last year. I hope you weren’t kidding yourself.”

“Why do you think I broke it off?” she snapped, hugging the blanket tighter about her chest.

“I rather thought you did it just before he did,” he said smoothly, moving into the bedroom. “Ingenious, of course, something I’d do…”

Virginie snapped. “He was an arsehole! He was moving and basically didn’t even give me an option! NOT that I’d have wanted to stay with him anyway, the big WANKER!”

“See, that’s more like it,” Draco said silkily. “The truth is, as always, a wonderful thing.”

Virginie seethed silently on the bed, feeling her face grow warm. She glanced at Draco’s face, the picture of perfect composure—this made her irritation grow. However, she couldn’t help but notice how very…large…he was. This was not the Draco she had known when she’d come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament…this was a very nicely grown up Draco.

She cleared her throat.

“I want you,” Draco said.

“What?”

“You heard me. And don’t deny that you didn’t know that before, Virginie. You’ve known. You’ve known since you were here three years ago. You knew it when you came back last year. And all year you were fucking that git right under my nose and you knew. So quit the game. Tell me you want me.”

“But I don’t want you…” she whispered, looking into her lap.

“That is an utter lie,” Draco snapped, losing his composure. “The way you were looking at me just now...Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t…” she began, trailing off as she gazed into his pale blue eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” he snapped bitterly. “I’m not going to beg, de Gaulle. Hand yourself over like a nice girl. I’m not going to beg.”

“We’ll see about that, Malfoy,” she snapped back, casting the blanket to the floor and leaving the room. It was her fervent hope that he was watching her perfect bum leave the room.

She reclined on a chaise lounge once in the common room and waited patiently. Never before had she even considered having sex with Draco, but after seeing him “all grown up” in Hermione’s bedroom, she could feel a dull throb working its way through her body and she found herself wanting him very, very much.

Draco sprinted down Hermione’s staircase and into the common room, taking a seat on the sofa next to Virginie’s chaise. “So what?” he spat. “You think you can make me beg? I never beg, nor will I ever beg…”

As he continued rambling, Virginie slowly ran her fingers over her cleavage, watching his face carefully. She bent her legs as she continued rubbing the (if she might say so herself) very nice cleavage poking from her camisole. Draco trailed off and watched her, his eyes focused wholly on her body.

She rose from where she sat and moved toward Draco. As she neared him, he sat back in his seat and looked up expectantly at her. She stopped when she was directly in front of him, looked him in the eye, and slowly turned around and bent over, touching her hands to the ground. When she heard his sharp intake of breath, she knew she’d won, even though it was early in the game.

He reached out to touch her and she slapped his hand away. “No touching, Draco,” she said, rising and standing above him. He leaned back against the sofa once more and Virginie straddled him on the couch. She softly touched his face and kissed him gingerly on the lips, feeling him give in to her touch. He cautiously placed his hand in her hair, as if afraid she would admonish him again, but she didn’t; in fact, she could feel herself getting wet and she silently chastised herself for it. If she didn’t stay on top of things, she would be the one begging, and that was not how it was supposed to be.

He placed a hand on her thigh and slowly moved it upward and she shivered and moaned softly, a hardly distinguishable moan, but she knew he’d heard, and she could feel his smirk through his passionate kisses.

Draco slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes focused on Virginie. He cast the shirt to the floor and Virginie studied his hard Quidditch body hungrily. Instead of removing her own shirt, she kissed slowly down his neck and chest, moving a few fingers in and out of his trousers and feeling him twitch with desire each time. She bit him below his navel and he groaned, throwing his head back and making Virginie smile to herself as she continued biting and kissing along the line of his belt, enjoying very much the small twitches he made as she hit his pressure points.

She unbuckled his belt hungrily, making him think she’d free his erection; instead, she stopped after unbuttoning his trousers and pulled the coffee table nearer, sitting across from him. His face was a mix of ecstasy and irritation, and she smiled evilly.

“You…,” he gasped, unable to finish his sentence.

She leisurely lowered a strap of her tank, watching his hungry eyes travel to her cleavage. When the strap was halfway down her arm, she pulled it up again and saw the disappointment in his eyes. Instead, she stood and edged her panties down, watching him squirm as she finally stepped out of them. Turning away from him, she turned away, sat on the coffee table and did the splits, bending forward for him to get a good, long look at her. She knew she was extremely wet, probably dripping onto the coffee table, but she didn’t care, and when she turned around, judging by the look on Draco’s face, he didn’t care either.

He was rubbing the bulk inside his trousers and his usually composed face was flushed and rampant.

She straddled him again and kissed him as she pulled her shirt off and hastily removed her bra. He gasped and his mouth went hungrily to her chest, kissing her breasts and massaging her nipples with his tongue. Her wetness was running down her thighs and she rubbed herself against the hardness in Draco’s trousers, sighing with pleasure as his clothed erection rubbed against her clit.

“I want you,” he sighed, kissing her neck eagerly.

“We’ve established that,” she said. “But you still haven’t begged.”

“I won’t beg,” he said simply, biting her sharply at the base of her neck, causing her to inhale sharply.

“We’ll see,” she snapped when she could breathe properly again, and stood.

Draco reclined on the couch and looked hungrily up at her lean, shapely body.

“Take off your pants,” she commanded, and he obeyed and reclined once more, stroking his large erection with enjoyment.

“Do I get a request then?” he asked leisurely.

“Why not?”

“Sit on my face,” he commanded. “We’ll see who’s begging then.”

Her legs shaking from anticipation, she bent over so he had a pristine view of her lips and access to her clit. His erection rubbed against her breasts as she bent over and she could feel herself growing even wetter as she looked at the massiveness of it, and her clit twitched as she thought of it inside her.

Draco’s immaculate mouth wrapped around her clit, and he massaged it slowly in circles with his tongue, making her twitch pleasurably. Refusing to let him win, Virginie took his massive cock in her mouth and pushed him to the back of her throat. In retaliation, Draco leisurely pushed two fingers deep inside her and she gasped, sucking him harder to prevent herself from crying out. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying this, though she knew the wetness was giving her away anyway.

When he began thrusting himself into her mouth, she knew he was close to coming and removed him from her mouth, standing once more. Her clit was throbbing and the wetness was gushing out of her, begging to be satiated. She knew if he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to come and that would ruin everything.

She sat across from him and rubbed her clit slowly, trying to think of something else but Draco and his massive erection, otherwise she’d come. Relief was hers when she heard Draco say, “Virginie, please fuck me. Please. Right now. You win. I’m begging. I can’t take it any more.”

“Oh, Draco,” she groaned, throwing herself into his lap. He stood and carried her up to his bedroom with her legs wrapped about his waist, his erection rubbing against her stomach as he climbed the stairs.

He threw her onto his bed and positioned himself above her, holding his enormous erection in his hand and rubbing the head against her clit. “I’m going to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

“Promise?” Virginie gasped, arching her head back into the pillows.

Without warning, he slid his cock completely inside her, and she gasped and groaned. He kissed her arched neck as he pumped in and out of her wet pussy, making her climax. She clawed her nails into his back and ass, trying to push him as deep into her as she could as she screamed for him over and over again. When her head was still and resting on the pillows, Draco kissed her gently.

“Let’s do that again,” he said, licking her lips slowly. Gently, he flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her slower this time, causing Virginie to twitch and exhaling deeply when he’d pushed himself entirely inside her. He lifted her gently and put his arms under her, placing his hands on her shoulders in order to push into her deeper. His thrusts were harder now, and Virginie moaned and squirmed under his tightening grip. Over and over he called her name, grinding her into the mattress until finally she felt herself coming again, and just as she was at the height of orgasm, he exploded inside her, causing her to scream and dig her nails into his mattress.

She turned over and looked into his face,stroking his still-hard cock.

“I don’t know what to say,” she breathed, pulling him to her.

“Let’s do that again,” he grinned, pinning her arms down.