Title: The Perfect Con
Author: lunalovepotter
Characters/Pairing(s): Pansy/Astoria; background Astoria/Draco, and past Pansy/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Alternate Pairing
Other Warnings: Adultery; Dub-con; Drugging
Word Count: 2,514
Summary: It started out as a revenge plot, but then turned into something else entirely.
Author Notes: Thank you to the always reliable luvscharlie for the beta.



Pansy awoke with a start, jerked out of a hazy slumber by she knew not what; she muttered a curse word under her breath at the offending sound. She blinked, and even before her vision cleared she remembered she was not in her bedroom and she was not alone. The room she found herself in had all the earmarks of a seedy motel: it was small and starkly furnished with a bed, a desk and chair, a small chest of drawers, and a bedside table with a lamp. An unremarkable seascape painting adorned the wall opposite the bed in a garish gold-plated frame, and a small rectangular mirror hung over the desk. The walls were dirty, the olive green paint peeling. The scuffed hardwood floors looked as though they had not seen a good polishing in years. The faded, threadbare throw rug did it no favors. Pale early morning sunlight peeked through the dusty slatted blinds, and faint noises from the street drifted up from below.

Beside her the bed squeaked and she heard a faint exhaling of breath. Pansy sat up, letting the scratchy sheet fall away from her body. She saw the shock of bobbed dark blond hair and the long pale left arm draped across the sheets, along with the sparkling diamond and emerald wedding ring that she had once imagined she would wear. Pansy absently lifted her own left hand, glancing over her significantly smaller, but no less impressive, Princess-cut diamond ring. She felt something shift in her chest, and a strange almost metallic taste filled her mouth. Her thighs tightened, and her dark red nipples contracted. Her eyes drifted along Astoria's sheet-clad form, following the curve of her slender hip and the rise of her small bottom. Tucking a lock of raven hair behind her ear, Pansy dipped her right hand under the sheet and teased the hair between her legs, while her left hand brushed across her breast and pinched the nipple. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes.

The events of the previous evening started to come back: she had lured Astoria out of the swanky department store she visited nearly every Thursday afternoon after her weekly lunch with older sister Daphne, and convinced her to have an innocent drink at a hotel bar by weaving a not-entirely true tale of her own unhappy marriage. She wasn't exactly happy, either, but her workaholic husband was too oblivious for her to feel much of anything toward him - she'd only married the stodgy tosspot out of necessity, having been orphaned in the war and down to her last Galleon with no interest in finding gainful employment. She didn't even know anything about her husband's profession, only that he made more than enough money to keep her in expensive clothes and upscale restaurants for the rest of her life. To her credit, the winsome Astoria had been hesitant toward Pansy's advances at first, given Pansy's past history with her frequently-absent husband. But Pansy had played the discontented wife role to perfection, and Astoria had acquiesced without too much convincing. So with one quick swish of the wrist when Astoria's eye was diverted by a carefully planned disruption, Pansy slipped the powerful love potion into Astoria's white wine. Within twenty minutes, she had side-Apparated her to the dingy pub on the outskirts Diagon Alley, where she'd had the second-floor room on standby and the barkeep sufficiently bribed (and threatened with bodily harm) to keep his mouth shut.

Astoria murmured something in her sleep and shifted onto her back. Pansy quickly whipped her arm out from under the sheet and covered herself. Heat burned her cheeks. This was not how she'd expected to feel. It was an act - albeit a very skilled one, she had to admit. She'd read up on some erotic fiction, even surreptitiously acquired some very poorly produced Muggle sex films to perfect her performance. She'd never fancied girls before; while Astoria was certainly pretty enough with her big hazel eyes and alabaster skin - and she did have impeccable taste in clothes - if Pansy had ever been attracted to girls she almost certainly would not have gone for her. Astoria was too reserved, too much of a wallflower, and entirely too compliant to Draco's will. (Which was probably why he'd married her - aside from the massive wealth and prestige her family could bring to his family's disgraced name. Lucius Malfoy's stint in Azkaban hadn't done them any favors.) Pansy shook her head violently as if to dislodge those thoughts from her head - why was she even contemplating the types of women she'd be attracted to? She liked men, for Merlin's sake. She always had…although it had been awhile since she'd had a good romp in bed.

Astoria's golden eyelashes fluttered, and her soft, full lips moved. Her entire torso was exposed, down to just below her navel. The sheets were wrapped around her on a slight diagonal, cutting across her stomach to reveal the curve of her right hip and a hint of her upper thigh. It was remarkable how relaxed she seemed, after what could only be described as a raucous encounter. She reminded Pansy of a child, full of innocence and completely unaffected by the trials and manipulations of the adult world. One would never have guessed she had just had an affair, and with a woman, no less. Not to mention her husband's former girlfriend. Pansy bit her lower lip hard as she suppressed the urge to tug down the sheets a little more to expose the rest of Astoria's body. She imagined herself touching that soft mound of golden hair, parting the soft lips to press down on her clit, and watching Astoria's hips roll with pleasure, her thighs opening as she moaned the way she had last night…multiple times. Her skin smelled so good, like honey and lavender.

Now Pansy's entire body was flushed with heat, her pussy throbbing with need. After the unmitigated success of last night, she'd expected to feel the thrill of victory, her arousal spurred on by nothing more than having pulled the wool over the eyes of that pathetic sod Draco Malfoy. Only now she was aroused by his wife, of all things. It suddenly occurred to her in that moment that she hadn't once thought about Draco all night. That had been the whole point of this encounter, to get back at him for throwing her over like an old cow after the war once he realized her parents had died nearly penniless after having squandered most of their fortune. But now it hardly mattered. The only thing Pansy wanted was to put her mouth on Astoria's, to kiss her deeply and fuck her with her fingers while she came over and over again.

No. No, this wasn't going to happen. It couldn't.

Then Astoria's lips parted and her tongue darted out, sliding along her lower lip. Pansy knew she should leave now, before Astoria awoke. She had all she needed, the satisfaction of getting her revenge once and for all. Nothing good would come from looking into Astoria's eyes as she threw her over the way Draco had done to her four years ago. She squirmed uncomfortably against her steadily increasing arousal, her eyes darting toward the pile of clothes that had been so carelessly discarded on the floor last evening in the heat of the moment. Her leg shifted as she made to scoot over the side of the bed, but then suddenly Astoria exhaled beautifully, and Pansy's attention was drawn back to her. Her heart was thudding like a hammer in her chest. This need, this pure unadulterated desire, was something entirely new to her. She'd thought nothing could exhilarate her more than a well-crafted plot, but after last night she was proven wrong.

"Astoria," she murmured, letting the sheets fall off her body. She mounted the other woman and yanked the sheet down to expose her beautiful milky thighs and magnificent pussy with the perfectly shaved golden hair that was so light she could see the pink tint of the skin beneath it. Astoria's eyes fluttered again, and this time she opened her eyes. She looked momentarily startled, but then her lips twitched and pulled into a soft smile. She languidly lifted her arm and brushed her fingertips along Pansy's inner thigh coming dangerously close to her pussy. Her touch was soft, but electric. Pansy rolled her hips forward and bent over, lips parting.

"Leave him," she said.

A strange expression flashed across Astoria's face. She hesitated, and then lifted her arm to curl her hand around Pansy's neck and pull her head down. Their lips touched tentatively at first, and then Astoria's tongue flicked against Pansy's teeth. Pansy moved her hand, sliding it slowly between Astoria's thighs and cupping her warm, moist pussy. Astoria moaned and Pansy slid her tongue inside, claiming her mouth as she pressed her index finger firmly on her clit. Astoria's thighs tightened, and then suddenly Pansy felt herself being flipped over. Astoria was straddling her now, rising up like a rearing horse with her head thrown back and her small but full breasts thrust out. Pansy felt a subtle pressure on her clit, and intense heat flooded her body. She closed her eyes as the colours danced behind her eyelids, her body writhing in ecstasy as the climax washed over her. She had never felt so free in her entire life.

Then she heard the door slam, and a familiar voice said: "Well done, Astoria. Get dressed."

As if on cue, Astoria dismounted and slunk into the corner, leaving Pansy stunned and disoriented on the bed. She propped herself up onto her elbows to search out the third party that had interrupted them. Her skin went cold when she saw the tall, lanky frame of Draco standing just inside the doorway clad entirely in a tailored black suit with his white blond hair slicked back and a wand pointed directly at her. His face was expressionless, save for a faint smirk on his lips.

"You didn't think I was that dim, did you Parkinson?" he said, his eyes surveying her naked body with barely disguised approval. His tongue darted out quickly and glided along his lower lip. "Although I was a bit surprised at how dim you turned out to be. It was entirely too easy. You're really off your game these days. Marriage has slowed you down."

"What -- what in the bloody hell is this?" Pansy demanded, eyes darting to the corner where Astoria had just slipped on her skirt and was starting to button up her blouse over her bra. She was doing her best not to meet Pansy's eyes; her cheeks were flushed, and her shoulders hunched inward. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, and she bit her lip in frustration. "Astoria - what…?" she pressed, her voice cracking.

Astoria glanced up briefly, long enough to mouth what looked like, "I'm sorry," before she turned away and bent to pick up her shoes.

"Astoria, go back to the house, get cleaned up and wait for me there. We'll leave for Paris this afternoon after lunch, and you and Mother can hit the shops. Buy anything you want, money is no object," Draco said, emphasizing the last three words, without so much as a sidelong glance at his flustered wife. Seconds later there was a 'pop', and Astoria was gone. Pansy quickly snatched up the sheet and covered herself. Her jaw clenched, and she felt rage seeping into her veins.

"You bloody bastard," she seethed. The aroma of sex, intermingling with Astoria's scent, lingered in the air. Pansy squeezed her hands into fists. "How could you possibly have known; you're not that smart."

"Perhaps not, but your husband is certainly a lot more observant than you might think." He winked at her. "Just so happens he's a very close associate of mine. He suspected you were up to something, so I hired someone to follow you around." Draco shrugged off his jacket and peeled off his shoes. He stepped closer to the bed, and waved his wand. Pansy felt her wrists yanked up above her head and the slide of silk ribbons binding her to the bedposts. "In answer to your question, yes I know all about the pornography and the dirty fiction. Oh, and by the way, you should expect to see an owl bearing some divorce papers by the time you arrive back home today. One thing you should not expect is any alimony. I guess you'll actually have to get a job. Wish I could offer you something at my company, but don't want to give the impression of impropriety, especially after sealing a very lucrative deal with your soon-to-be ex-husband." Draco smirked.

"Fuck you!" Pansy spat, struggling against the bindings even though she knew it was a futile exercise. Despite her mounting rage, a small part of her was growing aroused again, which only served to make her more angry.

"That's the plan." Draco dropped his wand and started to unfasten his belt. "I've always wondered what you were like in bed, Parkinson. After all, you were quite skilled at the blow jobs, so I can only imagine you're a firecracker between the sheets. I can't wait to fuck you senseless."

"You're a prick, Malfoy. You manipulate your own wife to trick me into fucking her, and then you send her off like a common whore while you finish the job? I take it back, you're not a prick, you're a pimp. Astoria is more of a wallflower than I thought. No woman with an ounce of self-worth would submit to prostituting herself for her husband just to get a shopping spree in Paris."

"Careful there, you're insulting the woman you asked to leave me not fifteen minutes ago." Draco winked. "I guess that means that love potion of yours is wearing off. I have to say, it lasted a lot longer than I expected. Who did you sleep with to get that particular brew?" In the moment it took for this news to sink in, Draco stripped off his trousers and underwear and climbed onto the bed. The humiliation she felt was so intense it rendered her incoherent. Her eyes focused on his swollen cock, and as she remembered stretching her mouth around it in the Slytherin common room on more than one occasion, her traitorous pussy grew wet almost immediately. Draco leaned over her, the tip of his cock teasing her clit. His silver eyes darkened. "She switched the wine glasses again, when you looked away to put the vial back in your purse. Astoria may be a wallflower but she has very sharp reflexes. And you should know better than to take your eye off the ball, even for a split second."

Pansy hissed. "I hate you, you arse--"

Then Draco thrust into her, clamping his mouth over hers, and she forgot what she was about to say.