sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-02-03 01:24:00 |
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Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Tonight's the Night
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Pansy, Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash
Word count: 405
Challenge: Written for Challenge #17 for slythindor100, in which we were to use as many words as possible from a list of 20. I used 16 of them.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
'Tonight's the night,' thought Pansy smugly to herself, as she reached for her make up case. She'd already applied pink nail polish, and she sat at her vanity applying mascara to her lashes and powder to her pert nose. Setting the box on the floor again, she stood and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed to kill in a short black dress, which was cut high on the thigh. A pair of stiletto heeled, giraffe print pumps completed her ensemble.
Tonight was the night she would finally entice Draco Malfoy into her bed.
Bubbling over with happiness, she exited her dorm and made her way to Draco's private rooms, set aside for the Head Boy.
Reaching Draco's door, she was puzzled to find it locked. Withdrawing her wand, she muttered a quiet Alohamora and entered unannounced. What she saw made Pansy sway and grab the door frame for support.
Draco was lying on his sofa, facing away from her. It was unmistakably him, though, as no one else had that particular shade of platinum blond hair. He wasn't alone, however. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, shared the sofa with him. Their naked bodies were twined together, and only a blind person could fail to realize they were engaged in sex.
Draco was on his back, head resting against the arm of the sofa, and Potter was moving rhythmically between the blond's spread thighs. One of Draco's hands clutched the Golden Boy's shoulder, and his other hand was out of sight somewhere between them. Potter continued to push into Draco's obviously willing body, and he had the audacity to smirk before winking at her.
"Talk to me, babe," he husked. "Tell me what you want."
In reply, Draco panted, "Harder, Harry...I want...more, harder..."
Clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry of denial, Pansy executed a sharp turn and fled Draco's room. She stumbled back to her own dorm and threw herself upon her bed, snapping the curtains shut before curling up in a ball of misery.
Back in the Head Boy's room, Draco and Harry lay spooned together on the sofa, basking in the afterglow of satisfying sex.
Draco yawned and sighed, "Pansy has been rather bold in her pursuit lately. I suppose I'll eventually have to tell her there's no future for us."
Behind him, he felt laughter rumble through his boyfriend's body as Harry replied, "You already did!"