An Unlikely Voyeur

An Unlikely Voyeur



He really thinks I’m stupid. I mean honestly, how could not anyone notice the covert glances, or the sly smiles that pass between them? Really, I am not that dense. Although people like herwould certainly question that theory. Not that I say ‘her’ in any type of derogatory way, infact I quite like her. Well apart from the fact that she’s sleeping with my supposed boyfriend, even though after all these years and a war, I can never really see him as anything more than a friend, its just easier to maintain a façade that’s proved useful through my Hogwarts career.


When he and I were little, we were the best of friends, and I think to a certain extent, it has passed over into our adolescence. People expect us to be full on passion, and fire. However, really we’re not. He is my friend, nothing more, never has been except for one drunken and may I add sloppy kiss that left me feeling like I needed to take a bath, never mind engage in any kind of other intimate activities with him. It just felt weird…peculiar, like when you do something on impulse and then regret doing it because you cant never forget the feeling you had while it was happening. Kissing Draco Malfoy, for me felt exactly like that.


Not that he wasn’t a good kisser…It just felt so awkward after it had happened. I remember standing up, straightening my skirt and patting him on the shoulder, thanking him and leaving him in the cramped broom closet in the Quidditch stadium. I like to think I set him on the road of self-discovery, but evidently, I really didn’t.


Draco’s swagger became infamous over the years that really, if I didn’t know he was sleeping around, I would have looked like the dumbest girlfriend ever. That boy would screw Moaning Myrtle if he didn’t think she’d spew ectoplasm when she came. Oh gosh, that was crude, and so unlike me. My lips curve into a smile as I think of Draco rutting against myrtle in the girls bathroom. I can’t help the giggle that passes my lips as I turn my head and look him, and find him lost in thought as he pushes around the remnants of his scrambled egg.


My eyes drift over to find the object of his affections chatting happily away to her best friends, while my best friend moons over her. Does she not know how much he likes her? And at such a personal risk. Lucius would not be happy, and believe me that’s putting it lightly. But as usual, Narcissa would bend to Draco’s whim. She’s a complete walking doormat that one. I’ll never be like her, I’m ten times more vicious with my wand, put it that way.


While some may think me the bitchy air head of Slytherin, I am in fact a lot more intellectual than that, I.e. I know my arse from my elbow and it irks me something fierce when people judge me before they speak to me. Take the long departed Cedric Diggory; he judged me before he got to know me, and truly regretted it. I sigh softly as I remember Cedric Diggory.


He really was pretty, and if I’m honest a magnificent kisser. His brooding good looks made me want to let him throw me down on the floor of the prefect’s bathroom and make pretty little babies. But I didn’t. Let it be known that I, contrary to popular belief, am not a slut, despite what’s carved into the doors in the girl’s bathroom. Yes, I see you looking Astoria Greengrass and I hope you choke on Goyles pea-whacker next time he pulls you into the room of requirement for a bit of slap and tickle. Well more like thump and squash with his hands. Vengeance will be mine!


“Come on Pans, we’ll be late for Potions if we don’t hurry up,” says a voice in my ear, and I turn to see Draco holding up my school bag, and offering me his hand.


My eyes drift over toward her table to see if she’s looking and bingo! She is! HA! I knew she liked him! I coughed to cover up my snigger. Earning a bewildered look from Draco.


“What’s with you today?” he asks and I shrug.


Plan Slythendor has begun.

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Second to last class was Charms and it was boring as usual, but it’s our seventh year and Merlin I need to pass this year or my father will seriously have my head on a goblin made platter! I could faff around pretending I didn’t care any other year but I had to put in the work this year. On the plus side this was the class I shared with him. My gallant, hardworking knight in shining armor. He was my hero, and my most treasured secret.


My heart fluttered as his mesmerizing eyes met mine, and he gave me a subtle wink. I grinned and dipped my head, copying Draco’s notes on engorgement charms, and I allowed my imagination to drift despite my best efforts. Do engorgement charms only work on objects or can they be used on the body? I lick my dry lips as I imagine him using an engorgement charm on a certain part of his body, but then I remember with a snicker that he really doesn’t need to.


Last night on the roof of the Astronomy Tower proved that.


Whoever would of thought that he would have ploughed like a trooper? I certainly didn’t, it was a pleasant surprise, believe you me.


I was certainly looking forward to our nightly rendezvous, and I was filled with nervous excitement at the thought of his hands on my body. I looked at clock willing it to skip forward three hours, until I could meet my man under the moonlight. Merlin I’m corny. Professor Dumbledore would be proud, bless his bright yellow, and may I add plainly gay socks.


Pass the sick bucket, I’m turning into a romanticist, and dammit if it doesn’t suit me just fine.

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My heart is thundering in my chest as I skip up the steps of the Astronomy Tower, my green robes blowing behind me. I stand nervously at the top, the sounds of rampant desire echoing through the small doorway. I’m about to turn when a hand closes over my wrist and I’m spun in the very hard chest of Harry Potter.


“I was thinking you weren’t going to come,” he whispers into my ear.


“What on earth made you think that?” I whispered back.


“I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’ve let Malfoy hang off you all bloody day!” he says fiercely pulling me against him, so close that I could feel his breath against my lips.


“Oh please, Mr. I love Hermione Granger, please step forward, your kettle is calling you sir, and may I remind you its black?” I reply sarcastically.


“You know what Parkinson, your just about getting on my last nerve,” he hisses as his eyes drift toward my lips.


“Hmm, am I?” I murmur as I opened my mouth and licked my bottom lip.


“Oh yes,” he says as he brings my wrists around my back, leaving me trapped beneath him.


“You gonna teach me a lesson Potter?” I ask cheekily.


“Bet on it,” he mutters as he crushes his lips to mine, the overwhelming passion crashing over me like a tidal wave.


He breaks away from me as we hear a guttural moan coming from outside the door. My curiosity is prickled as he brings a finger to his lips, and taps the top of my head then his own, disillusioning us. He moves forward cautiously, twisting me round to his chest keeping me close to him, pushing me forward as his head looks over my shoulder. The door is slightly ajar, but doesn’t hide the sight that I see before me.


Hermione and Draco are locked in a furious kiss; one so heated that I can feel the goose bumps prickle up on my skin. I can’t contain the gasp that escapes from my throat as his hand moves underneath her skirt, his fingers buried in her knickers. Her hands are everywhere, in his hair, under his shirt, and lastly pulling the zipper down on his trousers.


They break apart and Draco attaches himself to her neck, while she furiously pumps his cock, which is nothing like I thought it would be. The sight before my is so erotic I can barely breathe. He’s biting her and she loves it! Hermione Granger bookworm extraordinaire is practically wailing as he laves at the angry bruise he’s left on her neck. Well, bugger me! I never knew Draco had it in him.


Granger growls and pulls his hair sharply, as Draco looks her in the eye. He digs his fingers into her thigh, ripping knickers clean off. He bends her over, and my heart stops, I swear to Merlin himself, it feels as if she’s looking right at me. I can hear Harry’s breathe hitch behind me as he brings his fingers up my thigh, touching me intimately, finding my knickers drenched.


Well I never saw a thing for voyeurism coming!


Draco groans as he thrusts into Granger, and she clings to the small handrail in front of her for dear life. Draco is rough as he rolls his hips into her arse, grinding himself into her, but she likes that as the subsequent moan proves. God he’s kinky! He’s slapping her arse like a pro!


Oh my! He’s thrusting into her with wild abandon as Harry’s fingers enter me, pumping lightly. I can’t control my moan as it is ripped from chest by some invisible force.


“Is watching them getting you off, Pans? Do you like the way Malfoy fucks ‘Mione?” he asks huskily and I nod my head. No point in denying it, the proof is soaking my thighs.


“You’re a dirty girl Parkinson, but your my dirty girl,” he breathes.


The tension on Draco’s face snaps, and Granger cries out, no doubt in orgasm, and in the moment, I can’t tear my eyes away from Draco’s face. It looks like euphoria has spread right through him, and he smiles so serenely that I grin back in return, forgetting he can’t see me.


He’s kissing her as she turns in his arms, a soft gentle kiss that I never expected to see from him to her. I always thought their coupling would be fast, fiery and furious, much like it was. However, what I see in his eyes is something I’ve never seen before….Adoration?


“Well that was certainly something,” muses Harry as he pulls his fingers from me.


“Shush,” I whisper as I continue to watch them.


Draco’s hands are on Hermione’s face as their fore heads connect. Their breathing is broken as they come down from the high. Another soft kiss between them, and for the first time I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment.


“I love you,” she whispers to Draco and my jaw drops.


“Shit,” I hear Harry mutter from behind me.


“I love you too, Granger.” replies Draco.


“Double shit,” repeats Harry, and I giggle.


“My plan was for nothing,” I pout, and Harry kisses me softly.


“What plan?” he asks, and I shake my head.


“It doesn’t matter now,” I say as I look on at the most unlikely couple Hogwarts has ever seen.


“Who would of thought it? Draco and Hermione,” he mutters and I raise my eyebrow.


“It’s different with us,” he says with a shake of his head, and I believe him.


“Let’s leave these two alone now,” I say as Draco wraps his arms around Hermione.


“I think its best,” he grins, as he take’s my hand.


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I skip the hallways of Hogwarts pausing to look both ways as I slip into the girl’s bathroom, praying I don't resemble Luna Lovegood as much as Harry said I did, Merlin, I never knew having a Gryffindor boyfriend would be this much hard work! Still, Draco's got it worse than me.


I can hear the rhythmic thumping coming from the end stall, and I grin.


Never let it be said that revenge is a dish best served by Ernie McMillan…


Oh….With the help of a love potion of course…


Astoria Greengrass was going to hell, I must to remind her to send me a postcard….

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Just another little oneshot I got out. Hope you enjoy Pansy's view of thier relationship!