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Chapter Two

Draco Malfoy was sitting down in the Slytherin common room. The green glow on his face didn’t help to improve his expression.

Pansy Parkinson came and sat down next to him. “Hey baby,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s fucking wrong!” he spat, moving away from her. “You little dare that’s what!” Pansy looked confused. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott sat down on the couch opposite him.

“What’s up with him?” Blaise asked Pansy.

“Something went wrong with the dare,” she said, moving closer to him. “What happened with Granger today?” she asked softly.

“I did as you asked,” he replied instantly. “I stated all your terms. Then Longbottom of all people had the gall to poke his head into it and suggest something.”

“What did he say?” asked Theodore, looking amused. Draco explained everything that had happened. Pansy looked more disgusted by the minute, while Blaise and Theodore just sat there looking amused.

“You should have known better than to have me bet against Potter!”

“Well,” said Blaise, once Draco had finished. “You’re going to have to start being nice to her.”

“That’s going to be easy,” scoffed Draco. “If I just ignore her, that’s nice enough already.”

Theodore shook his head. “I think you have to actually do something nice for her once in a while.”

“Well, she’s going to have to be happy with what she gets,” he said, and turned to Pansy, who had her lips pursed.

“I seriously hope you don’t lose,” she said, leaning towards him. “I couldn’t bear to kiss you ever again if I knew that your lips had touched a Mudblood’s.”

“Don’t worry Panse,” said Draco, putting an arm around her waist. “Even if it did get to that, I’d give someone Polyjuice and a couple of galleons to do it for me. There is no way I’d ever touch her, let alone kiss her,” he said in disgust. Pansy smiled.

“That’s my baby,” she said, leaning towards his mouth and inserting her tongue into it.

“Get a room would you?” asked Theodore, getting up and walking away. Draco lifted Pansy up, and they headed towards his dormitory, still kissing furiously. She always knew how to make things better, thought Draco, as she pulled his robes off.

The following day, Draco awoke to loud whispers coming from Theodore and Blaise’s beds. He thought he heard his name and Pansy’s being mentioned, along with ‘needs to be gotten rid of’, but he fell asleep again, and only woke up two hours after breakfast. Once he had taken a shower, he realised that he was starving, so he headed towards the kitchen to get some food from the house-elves. He tickled the pear and went inside, only to find that he wasn’t the only human being inside.

“What the hell are you doing down here Granger?” he sneered before a sharp pain seized him, and he doubled over. The bet came into his mind, and he straightened up, eyes watering. “Sorry,” he said slowly. “Old habits die hard.” The words were hard to say, and the whole situation was made worse by her smirk.

“That’s alright Malfoy,” she said, and walked towards the fireplace to start up a conversation with a house elf.

Trust her to put a jinx on it, thought Draco, as he walked a little nearer to try and hear what they were saying. He managed to catch a glimpse of the elf, who was dressed in an assortment of hats and socks, and was wearing a tie on his bare chest. He stood out among the rest of the Hogwarts house-elves in their tea cosies, and as Draco took the coffee that one of them offered him, he suddenly understood why the elf looked so familiar.

“Dobby?” he asked, not daring to believe it.

The elf squeaked in fear as he caught sight of his old master. Draco kept staring at him, not knowing what to say. “Master Draco! Dobby is most pleases to see you sir!”

“No you’re not Dobby,” said Granger. “He’s not your master anymore, you don’t have to call him that.”

“So, sorry Miss!” said Dobby. “But Dobby is so used to it that he can’t help himself.”

“Well try to,” said Granger. “Anyway, I’ll bring Harry down here soon. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to see you.”

“Pleased to see a house-elf?” scoffed Draco, finishing off his croissant. “I always knew he wasn’t right in the head.”

“For your information, Harry is ten times better than you’ll ever be!” Granger retorted. “So I suggest you shut you fat mouth!” She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Draco unable to say anything. The house elves scurried around, busying themselves.

“Would sir like anything else?” squeaked a particularly tiny one. Draco ignored it and walked out.

Once he reached the common room, he decided to get started on his homework, so that it would be out of the way for the rest of the weekend. Spreading all his work on the table, he felt relieved about the small number of work he had to do. He finished his Potions with ease, and was about to get started on his Defence Against the Dark Arts essay when Pansy crept up behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. "Er, Daphne," said Draco firmly. "I believe we've had this conversation before. I am simply NOT interested." Pansy squealed in delight and jumped into his arms.

“Silly boy! It’s only me!”

“Oh,” said Draco, pretending to be relieved. Pansy laughed.

"At least I don't have to worry about you hitting on anyone else," she said. This was the way their relationship worked; playful but passionate, and extremely loyal. He knew that he could count on her for anything, and she knew that he’d do the same for her.

“So, how’s the homework coming along?” asked Pansy. “I finished it all this morning. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.” Draco smiled.

“I’ve just got Defence to finish, and I’ll be right with you. It won’t take long.”

“Ok, baby. I’ll be waiting,” she said, and exited the common room. Draco smiled as he watched her go. Pansy and him had gotten together in the middle of third year. He had no idea how it had happened, especially because he was under the impression that she was a pug-faced annoyance at the time, but she had soon outgrown her baby fat, and become hot over the summer. Once they had started to sleep together, they found themselves getting addicted to it. He couldn’t recall anyone else making him happier in his life.

An hour later, he took all his things back to his dormitory and walked out to find Pansy. He knew where she would be; in one of the larger, unused classrooms on the ground floor. It was where they spent most of their time together, since the Slytherin common room was almost always too crowded, and his roommates were forever walking in on them inside the dormitory. Lost in his own world, he didn’t notice where he was going, until he collided with someone. “Watch where you’re going!” he said.

“I thought we had a bet Malfoy?” Granger picked up her book and turned to face him. She was looking at him expectantly, and Draco wondered what she was waiting for. When he walked away, she called after him. “An apology would be in order!”

“I’m sorry!” he said, not turning back. “Bitch,” he added under his breath. He expected the same pain to hit him, but nothing happened. So I can still talk behind her back, he realized. He stormed into the classroom to find Pansy sitting on the teacher’s table, her dark hair falling over her face. She frowned when she saw his expression.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, as he drew nearer.

“Granger,” he said, wrinkling his nose.

“Urgh, does she have a death wish or something?”

“Perhaps,” he mused. “Because once the year is out, I’ll make her pay. Her and that stupid Longbottom.”

“We’ll plot their demise later,” she said, brushing a strand of his blonde hair out of his eye. “Just forget about it for now.” She pulled his hands and wrapped them around her waist. Her own went around his neck and she pulled herself closer to him.

Draco leaned in and covered her full lips with his. His tongue slid in and found hers. His hands began to travel down her waist, and up her back, finally resting on the front of her robes. When he took them off, he saw that she was wearing nothing but an emerald green lace bra and panties with diamonds on them. The intoxicating sight made a lump rise in his throat.

After an extremely intense and satisfying session, they both stopped, gasping for breath. Pansy smiled at him as he covered her jaw with little kisses, finally ending with a peck on the lips. “Now,” she whispered. “Time to start plotting.”

“I really can’t understand how I got myself into this mess,” said Draco, leaning down and collecting all her clothes from the floor and handing them to her. “It was stupid of me to have even accepted the dare. I don’t know what I was thinking, betting against Potter. As much as I’d hate to admit,” he said, pulling on his boxers, “he really isn’t someone you should bet on to lose, even though everyday I wake up and hope that I’m wrong.

“You’re lucky that Longbottom wasn’t more daring,” said Pansy, pulling on her robes over her lingerie. “Otherwise who knows what you might have had to do.”

“True,” said Draco. The two of them were silent for a while, as Draco finished dressing.

“I do wonder who Granger will go to the Yule ball with,” mused Pansy. Draco scoffed.

“The only way that Mudblood will get anyone to go to the ball with her is if she casts a spell on them. I wouldn’t put it past her to spike someone’s drink with love potion.”

“Or maybe she’d Confund them into thinking that she was their girlfriend,” giggled Pansy. “Oh dear sweet Granger. What would we do without you?”

“Life would be awfully boring that’s for sure,” agreed Draco, as he put his arm around her waist. “It would just be Pothead and the Weasel to make fun of, and they aren’t half as fun.” They walked out of the classroom. “Speak of the devil,” he said, spotting someone at the far end of the corridor.

“Why do they always strut around like they own the school?” asked Pansy as they approached the trio.

“I suppose being the headmaster’s favourites has something to do with it,” said Draco. “Well, well. If it isn’t Pothead and the Weasel.”

“Don’t you have any new nicknames for us?” said Weasley. “Because it’s getting a little old.”

Granger laughed, but Draco noticed that Potter was eyeing Pansy in a way that made him tighten his grip around her waist. He shot a glare at the bespectacled boy, and Potter returned the favour. The two boys were staring daggers at each other, when Pansy pulled Draco away from them. He followed her lead, trying to calm down. He saw Pansy looking back and followed her gaze, to see Potter looking back at her with the same expression on his face. It was one that Draco knew appeared on his own face many a time when he saw his girlfriend undressing. He lost it right then and there and ran towards him at top speed, intending to pummel him to a pulp. He heard Pansy shriek “Draco no!” and the next thing he knew, he had collided with an invisible wall. He fell to the ground and Pansy ran towards him and helped him up. “What’s gotten into you?” she hissed, but Draco ignored her. He stood there, livid, glowering at Potter who was glaring right back.

Ludo Bagman was walking towards the teenagers, his wand still outstretched. “Sorry about that Mr. Malfoy, but we can’t have anyone injuring our champion now, can we? I suggest you walk it off, it’s just a bump. Are you alright there Harry?”

“Of course he’s alright, I barely touched him!” spat Malfoy. “You saw to that!”

“Now see here,” began Bagman, but Draco interrupted him.

“This isn’t over Potter! You look at my girlfriend like that again and I swear you won’t live to see the end of the tournament! And I won’t need a wand to do it!” He turned heel and walked away, dragging Pansy along with him. Once they had turned a corner, Pansy wrenched her arm out of his. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Did you not see the way that Potter was staring at you? He looks like he wants nothing more than to fuck your brains out.” To his utter surprise, Pansy turned a deep shade of red and avoided his eye. “What?” he asked. “It’s true! Why do you think I ran towards him like that? I wanted to knock the stuffing out of him!”

“Use your wand then!”

“No Panse,” said Draco. “That won’t feel half as good. Maybe it’ll cause more damage, but I want to know that it hurts him.”

“You are such a jealous pig,” she said, and walked away. Draco shook his head and ran to catch up with her.

“Panse, look baby, listen to me. I’m only jealous because I love you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t protect you?” Pansy sighed.

“Ok, but do remember that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Don’t be so sure,” grimaced Draco. “This is Potter we’re talking about.”
“Right,” laughed Pansy. “The famous Harry Potter. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I encounter him in a dark alley.” She kissed him lightly on the mouth and hugged him, breathing in the faint scent of his perfume.
Draco stroked her long dark hair while mentally making a list of all the possible ways that he could cause Potter lasting harm.

So now we have a little insight on Malfoy’s world, and I just want to say, that I would NOT like to be Harry. Speaking of which, what’s the deal with him anyway? Stay tuned to find out! Once again, reviews are very much appreciated. :D Sorry if the middle seems kinda odd, I actually had an explicit sex scene in it, but it wasn't allowed, so I had to cut it all out, and it's been very badly done, but I hope that future chapters make up for it.

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