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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,096
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
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Torturing Draco
Disclaimer: I do not own Snape, Hogwarts, Harry Potter, or any of the related stuff \'n things. The character of Adrian Maraschino and the plot of this fic are my own invention, however. I have no affiliation with J. K. Rowling or Warner Bros. (Or, haven\'t you heard, they\'re hiring amateur porn writers now!)
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Hogwarts, Great Hall. 12:00 p.m. November 3.
The next day at lunch, Adrian made it a point to sit next to Draco Malfoy. This wasn’t very hard, considering that Pansy was one of his friends. Adrian just flounced up to the Slytherin table and squeezed herself between Pansy and Draco, without apparently noticing he was there at first.
“Hey Pansy!” she chirped. “Did you finally get that report turned in to Trelawney?”
“No,” Pansy muttered. “I accidentally dropped it on one of her incense burners when I was handing it to her. The whole thing burned up, and Trelawney took it as some kind of terrible sign.”
“Hah. What else is new?”
Adrian shrugged off her book bag and stuffed it under the table, “accidentally” brushing Malfoy’s leg in the process.
“Oh, sorry, Draco,” she said, her lips in a full pout.
His eyes widened at the realization that she both knew who he was and cared enough to talk to him. His face became even paler than usual. “Oh, A-Adrian, it’s okay,” he managed to say, his voice shaking.
She smiled. He was rather cute. She dished up a light meal for herself and absentmindedly nibbled at it, all the while chattering meaninglessly with the people around her. She was very good at that-- keeping up a steady stream of conversation about absolutely nothing.
Then she got out a quill and a bit of parchment with a few class notes scribbled on it, and pretended to do some last-minute homework. She brushed her leg against Malfoy’s as often as possible, and he always jolted away as if he’d been shocked.
“Oops!” she exclaimed, as her quill went skittering under the table. “Could somebody get that?”
Draco immediately ducked under the table and retrieved it for her. As he bashfully handed it over, she grasped his hand lingeringly and gazed with her ice-blue eyes into his. “Thanks, hun,” she giggled, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
His pale cheeks went bright red in a matter of seconds, and his mouth fell slightly open. “No problem,” he stammered, his voice almost a whisper.
For the rest of the meal, Adrian played with his hair, making girlish exclamations of delight over how blond and soft and good-smelling it was. She also brushed her fingers up and down his arm, behind the table where no one could see. Finally she interlaced her fingers with his own, pulling his hand over to her leg and stroking his fingers along her soft thigh.
Each of these things seemed to give the poor boy one heart attack after another.
At last lunch was over, and Adrian watched Malfoy scurry away, his face pink. As the Great Hall emptied, Pansy leaned over and murmured, “You’re torturing him. Just ask him out already.”
Adrian grinned. “All in good time, my friend. I like to do these things... in private. In such a way that they can’t say no.”
Pansy raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He can hardly say hi.”
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Notes: I just love reducing arrogant young Mr. Malfoy to a blithering, blushing, love-struck jumble of nerves. The poor thing. He doesn\'t know that she\'s about to mess around with someone else. And neither does she. But we do!
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Hogwarts, Great Hall. 12:00 p.m. November 3.
The next day at lunch, Adrian made it a point to sit next to Draco Malfoy. This wasn’t very hard, considering that Pansy was one of his friends. Adrian just flounced up to the Slytherin table and squeezed herself between Pansy and Draco, without apparently noticing he was there at first.
“Hey Pansy!” she chirped. “Did you finally get that report turned in to Trelawney?”
“No,” Pansy muttered. “I accidentally dropped it on one of her incense burners when I was handing it to her. The whole thing burned up, and Trelawney took it as some kind of terrible sign.”
“Hah. What else is new?”
Adrian shrugged off her book bag and stuffed it under the table, “accidentally” brushing Malfoy’s leg in the process.
“Oh, sorry, Draco,” she said, her lips in a full pout.
His eyes widened at the realization that she both knew who he was and cared enough to talk to him. His face became even paler than usual. “Oh, A-Adrian, it’s okay,” he managed to say, his voice shaking.
She smiled. He was rather cute. She dished up a light meal for herself and absentmindedly nibbled at it, all the while chattering meaninglessly with the people around her. She was very good at that-- keeping up a steady stream of conversation about absolutely nothing.
Then she got out a quill and a bit of parchment with a few class notes scribbled on it, and pretended to do some last-minute homework. She brushed her leg against Malfoy’s as often as possible, and he always jolted away as if he’d been shocked.
“Oops!” she exclaimed, as her quill went skittering under the table. “Could somebody get that?”
Draco immediately ducked under the table and retrieved it for her. As he bashfully handed it over, she grasped his hand lingeringly and gazed with her ice-blue eyes into his. “Thanks, hun,” she giggled, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
His pale cheeks went bright red in a matter of seconds, and his mouth fell slightly open. “No problem,” he stammered, his voice almost a whisper.
For the rest of the meal, Adrian played with his hair, making girlish exclamations of delight over how blond and soft and good-smelling it was. She also brushed her fingers up and down his arm, behind the table where no one could see. Finally she interlaced her fingers with his own, pulling his hand over to her leg and stroking his fingers along her soft thigh.
Each of these things seemed to give the poor boy one heart attack after another.
At last lunch was over, and Adrian watched Malfoy scurry away, his face pink. As the Great Hall emptied, Pansy leaned over and murmured, “You’re torturing him. Just ask him out already.”
Adrian grinned. “All in good time, my friend. I like to do these things... in private. In such a way that they can’t say no.”
Pansy raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He can hardly say hi.”
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Notes: I just love reducing arrogant young Mr. Malfoy to a blithering, blushing, love-struck jumble of nerves. The poor thing. He doesn\'t know that she\'s about to mess around with someone else. And neither does she. But we do!