The Not So Good Girl

The next morning, Virginie woke with a start when she heard the soft, rhythmic breathing of someone lying next to her. She turned and realized that Draco was lying next to her. After the initial “What have I done?” shock wore off, she felt a smile spread across her face slowly sank back down into the satin pillows. Her body felt stiff and sore, and she smiled wryly as she realized Draco had kept his promise.

She moved herself closer to him and draped a perfectly toned arm across his chest. He stirred slightly, let out a soft moan, and drifted back to sleep. Virginie did, too, and when she awoke a few hours later, it was to find Draco’s muscular arms enveloping her, his head nestled in her golden hair.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispered as she turned to look at him.

“Hi,” she murmured, reaching over to stroke his hair.

“I thought maybe you’d be gone this morning,” he said. “That you regretted everything.”

“No,” she whispered softly, a smile creeping across her features. “But can I just say that I am just as surprised as you are to find myself in this position.”

He smirked and leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips. “Care to join me for a relaxing shower?”

“I would, darling, but the problem is, you kept your promise, and I can’t walk,” she said, embarrassed.

“Not a problem,” he said, sliding his elegant arms beneath her legs and back, lifting her from the bed.

Once the bath had been drawn (for she found it rather difficult to stand in the shower), they settled opposite one another into the steaming, welcoming water. Draco leaned back against the cool porcelain of the tub, and, following his cue, Virginie did the same, letting out a long, relaxed sigh. This soon ended, however, when a rather pressing thought presented itself.

“Hermione will be returning today,” she said, suddenly realizing how very odd it was the she should be spending a leisurely Sunday morning in the bath with Draco Malfoy, of all people, and actually enjoying it. Furthermore, what the fuck would Hermione think?

“So?” he snapped, keeping his head back against the tub.

“I just…well this is a bit awkward, is it not?”

He still remained calm and unflinching. “I don’t care who knows about this. Your family is of fortunate circumstance, my family is, of course, noble. There is no shame in either of us pursuing a relationship together. It is, after all, seventh year, and after this I shall be accepting a position at the Ministry. Father will approve of you and your French background at Beauxbatons and now at Hogwarts. Mother will approve of the way you dote on me. Whether or not your parents approve of me is irrelevant, because the way I feel about you will not change. You’re perfect, I’m perfect; therefore, we’re perfect.”

Rather than feeling disgusted, as she was quite positive she would felt just a few days ago, she felt ambivalent as she pondered this statement. Draco was, after all, right, and even if the truth stung a bit to hear, it was still the truth. What did it matter, after all, if her parents did not approve of Draco? They did not approve of any of the boys she had dated before, so it didn’t really matter if they approved of Draco, either…Virginie certainly did not care to hear their opinion.

Furthermore, Draco’s haughty demeanor matched her own; in fact, she realized then that she had not really been herself at Hogwarts for the past year. The French, after all, perfected the art of snootiness, whereas Britain was more than happy to play the part of the overly friendly and attentive neighbour. That’s when she found herself saying it.

“I completely agree, Draco,” she said, her voice now as cool and void of emotion as his. “However, what are we to do about Pansy?”

“Pansy will get over it,” he said simply, raising his head and smiling wickedly at her. “You look gorgeous.”

Virginie blushed and looked away from his piercing gray stare, her heart beginning to race.

“Look at me,” he demanded, leaning forward in order to force her to look his way. “I mean it. You’re absolutely ravishing.”

He sank back into his relaxed position against the side of the tub, and she found herself moving lithely toward him, her screaming eyes fixed on his. When she reached him, her hands stretched past him and rested upon the cool porcelain behind Draco’s shoulders. She was straddling him now, and as she leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth, she was surprised to feel his giant erection brushing against her stomach.

“Hellooo,” she purred, licking Draco’s lips.

“The things you do to me…” He smirked, and gently stroked her hair. “Now, my darling, my most precious vixen…all romance aside, how many good fucks do you think we can have before Hermione returns this evening?”

“Mmmmmmmm,” she murmured, as he rubbed her clit beneath the water.

“I’ll take that as eight,” he replied, allowing her to slide his enormous cock inside of her. All soreness forgotten, she rode him hard in the tub, her hands firmly grasping the porcelain edges of the tub. She felt Draco grow longer and harder with each thrust of her hips, making her scream in ecstasy.

She found herself moaning things that were blatantly obvious.

“So big…..so hard….” she gasped, grinding him into her.

“I thought you might approve,” he said calmly, holding her hips lightly as she gyrated above him.

After a very long, very satisfying bath, the two dressed and proceeded to venture down to the Great Hall for lunch. Though Virginie protested, not wanting to be seen, Draco insisted.

“If you want your five more, you’ll need to refuel,” he said, playfully kissing her neck as they neared the suite’s exit. “I know I’m lacking some essential vitamins.”

She giggled as he tickled her neck with his kisses, and the two emerged from the Head Pupils’ Suite. It was situated on the second floor, at the back of the corridor where it was all but deserted. Virginie felt thankful for this as Draco grasped her hand, squeezing it meaningfully as they neared the first set of stairs.

They dropped one another’s hands as they reached the first floor, for here it was more crowded with students hastening to Sunday lunch, eager to partake of the delicious feast that the house elves had undoubtedly prepared for them.

Once at the ground floor, Draco immediately headed to the Slytherin table and Virginie to the Ravenclaw table, as if nothing were amiss. She noticed slightly shocked looks from Harry and Ginny, who were used to spending their Sundays with Virginie. They looked especially desolate without Ron and Hermione near their sides. Trying to brush this off, she made an apologetic face to them and sat next to Luna Lovegood, who hardly took notice of her due to the copy of The Quibbler that was floating above her.

She ate faster than she ever had before, eager to return to the suite and thinking happily about the past twenty-four hours. Her reverie was interrupted, however, by an ear-splitting scream. Nearly everyone had turned in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Pansy Parkinson was shrieking hysterically and standing over an amused-looking Draco Malfoy.

“What do you mean, NOT INTERESTED?!” she screamed, fat tears rolling down her face.

Draco’s eyes met Virginie’s and his gaze softened. Pansy must have noticed this, for she, too, glanced toward the Ravenclaw table.

“There’s someone else, ISN’T THERE?!” she roared, pointing in Virginie’s general direction.

“Pansy, for Christ’s sake, keep your voice down,” Draco whispered, but the Hall had grown so quiet that everyone heard.

“I will NOT! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU! You are a traitor and a coward!” She summoned a cake from the end of the table and it exploded over Draco’s head. He cleaned himself with a silent wave of his wand. Though all food immediately disappeared after that, the entire Hall gazed transfixed upon the fighting couple.

Draco stood to leave, but Pansy Stupefied him. It was then that Snape came hurrying across the Hall.

“Parkinson, my office…NOW!” he bellowed, un-Stupefying Draco and ushering Pansy from the room.

Draco hastily stood, brushed himself off, and exited the Hall without a backward glance. With excited, hushed whispers, the rest of the Hall did the same, Virginie included.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” Luna said as they walked out. “Do you have snarflax?”

“Snarflax?” Virginie repeated.

“It’s like a severe flu. You can be in the hospital wing for days at a time, and just when you think you’re improved, it comes on again.”

“No, no, Luna,” Virginie replied, smiling. “I’ve just been staying in Hermione’s Suite for the weekend while she’s out of town. Gets me away from the roommates and all, not that they’re bad.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, looking disappointed about the lack of Snarflax. “See you tonight, maybe.”

They each went their separate ways, Virginie following Draco at a distance. When her legs had grown quite sore (he was nearly sprinting, not to mention her fatigue from the night before), she risked calling out for him.

“Draco! Draco….stop!”

He obeyed, turning to look at her. His face was not violent, as she had somewhat expected, but concerned, she could see, for her.

“Darling,” he said, picking her up from where she was leaning against the wall. “I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I was just in a rush to get out of there.”

Instead of asking for details, as she thought she would do, she found herself saying, “It’s all right, Draco. I just couldn’t catch you. You’ve worn me out.”

He carried her through the portrait hole and gently carried her up to Hermione’s bedroom.

“Why here?” she asked, removing her cloak.

“She’ll expect you to be in here when she returns,” he said simply. “After all, Weasley was proposing to her this weekend. We don’t want to rain on their parade.”

“All right,” she said, disappointed. He caught it in her voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh….nothing. Just….you promised me another five,” she said, smiling wickedly at his bemused expression.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the lacy red bra she was wearing. Draco visibly tensed, she saw, and this encouraged her. She took a step toward him, but before she could do anything, he’d pushed her onto Hermione’s bed. Without hesitating, he ripped open his pants and pulled out his pulsating erection. Pushing up her skirt and ripping her thong to the side, Draco drilled into her, tearing her tight pussy apart.

True to his word, she came five more times…though really, just looking at him was enough to get her halfway there, so it hadn’t been hard anyway. It was when her last sensations of pleasure were fading and Draco’s semen was slowly seeping from her that she fell asleep

She woke, however, not too much later, to Draco’s violent shaking.

“Wake up,” he hissed, leaving her side to grab articles of clothing from the floor.

“What?” Virginie groaned, stretching on the bed.

“Hermione’s back,” he said simply, and ran through the adjoining bathroom to his own room.

Virginie quickly Summoned her clothes and threw them on, knowing she looked a complete mess. She had just managed to clean Hermione’s sheets with a Scouring charm when Hermione entered the room, beaming from ear to ear. Wordlessly, she held up her left hand, showing the small, glinting ring.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed, hugging Virginie and jumping up and down. Virginie could hardly get in her congratulations between the screams.

“Hold on,” Hermione said, slowing down enough to look at Virginie’s appearance. “What were you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing,” Virginie said quickly.

“Oh really?” Hermione asked skeptically. “Because it smells like sex in here.”