Pure Depravity (1/5)
Title: Pure Depravity
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest.
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis
Genres: Angst, Drama, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Sexual Situations, Skeevy Relationship Dynamics
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pansy Parkinson will do anything to keep Draco Malfoy from breaking up with her. Anything. But he's steadily losing interest whilst Blaise Zabini is doing his very best to find all of her weak points and use them against her in his quest to get her for himself.
Extra Note: Thank you to little_dollface and mazvn for the beta and robs55 for the Britpick. Extra thanks to little_dollface for the banner and matching icon. :D
Length: Five parts totalling 30,000 words. Part 1: 5,867 words.
‘Zabini, could you focus?’ Malfoy snapped his fingers in front of Blaise’s face in the most annoying way. Blaise flashed his teeth in a hostile snarl. He didn’t like this colourless git-never had and never bloody would.
‘Since when do you care so much about essays?’ he asked, pushing away his parchment. He really hated group work. ‘I’m done for the night. If you want to be all Granger about it, be my guest, but I’m going to bed.’
Malfoy didn’t even seem fazed by the unflattering comparison. ‘You were staring at Pansy again, weren’t you? If you help me get better marks, you can have her.’
Blaise froze mid-stretch. ‘What?’
‘You heard me,’ Malfoy calmly said. ‘I know you want her. Hell, she’s probably the only decent-looking witch in this place that you haven’t had. I’ve no interest in her right now.’
Blaise glanced over at Pansy, sitting with her girlfriends, merrily chatting, at the other end of the common room. ‘I thought she was your girlfriend.’
‘She is. But she’s kind of clingy and I’m not ready to stop having fun.’
‘Sounds like you plan on cutting her loose anyway.’
‘There are circumstances. Normally, that would mean I would be extremely put out with anyone who touched her-I really don’t like being made a fool of like that-but help me do well on this and I’ll turn a blind eye. Maybe you’ll even be doing me a favour, keeping her occupied.’
Blaise took a moment to consider the pros and cons of making a deal with Malfoy. Slytherin House-as well as society at large-had a very strong hierarchical system based on blood and power. Blaise wasn’t exactly the Alpha around here. He was more like the Beta or actually the Gamma whenever Theo bothered to have an opinion about something, which rarely happened. Draco Malfoy was, however, the undisputed Alpha in spite of what had happened during the war. He could make Blaise’s life a living hell if he should be so inclined. Still, as Beta (or Gamma) Blaise wasn’t completely powerless. He could fight back if needed.
‘I didn’t realise you were failing classes so badly,’ he said, trying to buy more time to think.
Pansy would not appreciate being bartered if she ever found out-“if” being the operative word. And it sure would make Blaise’s life easier to have the blessing of Malfoy when messing with his girlfriend.
‘Being bullied by a Dark Lord for a few years wreaks havoc with one’s studies. I will need an Exceeds Expectations on this essay alone to be allowed to complete all my NEWTs.’
Blaise’s lips twisted downwards in another sneer. He’d had a perfectly fine average himself last year and was extremely annoyed that some idiots had decided that he should waste another year of his life here to get valid NEWTs whilst all those sanctimonious gits that had battled the Dark Lord got a free pass-even those that hadn’t even shown up for their seventh year were apparently eligible for occupations normally requiring NEWTs, just because they’d put their lives on the line.
Because putting yourself in mortal danger was just that smart.
Idiots. The lot of them.
He looked back at Pansy yet again. He didn’t need Malfoy to be fine with it to pursue her. After all, he’d already been doing so for a few months without Malfoy being that much the wiser. Still, he did like things to be easy...
‘Fine,’ he said. ‘I’ll help. But you don’t let her know.’
Malfoy looked genuinely surprised. ‘Of course not. That would just make things more complicated for everyone.’
‘And you also help me get her alone until she stops running.’
‘Oh, what is this? The infamous Blaise Zabini can’t even get one little witch alone?’ Malfoy laughed.
Blaise gave Malfoy the same look he would give a slug that had left a trail across his favourite robes. ‘I can, I have, and I will. But she’s going to think she’s cheating on you.’
‘Oh, if you succeed, she’ll be cheating on me. I just won’t care.’
‘Same difference.’
‘Not really. Don’t get caught by anyone else. I’ll have to pretend ignorance and it would be very unpleasant for you. For both of you.’
Blaise didn’t reply. If he had his way, this stupid arrangement would only be temporary anyway.
***
‘Hello, Pansy.’
Pansy swung around, hand to her chest, and then scowled at the grinning git. Yes, scaring someone walking alone along the dark corridor of the castle where they had become extremely unpopular with certain people after being on the wrong side of a war was so much fun! She liked harassment as much as the next Slytherin, just not when it was aimed at her.
‘Blaise,’ she hissed. ‘What do you want?’
‘You know what I want.’ He came closer to her.
‘Forget it.’
‘I can’t forget it. Can you?’
She looked away, her cheeks slightly colouring. ‘It was a mistake. Stop bringing it up!’
He reached out to play with a lock of her hair and she jerked back. He exhaled deeply. ‘Some mistake, Pansy. What do you think Malfoy would say if he found out?’
‘He would hurt you. You wouldn’t want that.’
‘Mmm, I think I’d live. But he’d also drop you like a ton of bricks, wouldn’t he?’
He would. ‘You promised not to tell him.’
‘I didn’t tell him. But you’re going to have to make me promise again.’
‘H-how?’ Pansy played dumb, desperately searching her mind for a way out. It was dangerous to play with Blaise Zabini. She would get busted and burnt. She couldn’t afford that. Not with the way Draco’s eye had been roving lately.
It really had been a huge mistake to give in to Blaise’s advances that one time. She had just been depressed because Draco had been slipping away, and she’d enjoyed feeling wanted by someone as handsome as Blaise. She’d thought she’d been in control, but Blaise had been too sly and experienced for her and it had got out of hand. The success had then encouraged Blaise to continuously attempt to get her alone again, making her nervous that Draco would find out.
Draco was so close to letting her go; she could feel it. Only the facts that they had a history and she was the best match he could be arsed to find currently kept them together.
And the fact that she loved him, of course. But Draco didn’t actually seem to care much about that. The one time she’d tried telling him had only resulted in an awkward “thank you” from him.
One day. One day, he would open his eyes and realise what they had. He would be sorry that he’d taken her for granted and she would forgive him. They would get married and have a family, and this would just have been part of the painful road to get there.
‘You know how.’ Blaise crowded her personal space, guiding her back against the cold stone wall. Story of her life.
‘Forget it, Blaise.’
‘You were a virgin,’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I bet he won’t ever forgive you for throwing your innocence at me.’
She closed her eyes and desperately swallowed to get rid of the lump forming in her throat. He was right. Just one more reason why Draco could never know. ‘I never meant to go that far.’
He growled at her and hit the wall next to her head. ‘Don’t you dare do that! Don’t pretend like you’re some innocent little damsel and I’m some baddie who raped you. You asked for it. You enjoyed it. You writhed. You moaned. You came. You begged me to continue. Then you came again. And again.’ His voice got huskier as he seemed to recollect the sequence of events and he lowered his head to brush his lips against her neck.
She didn’t need the reminder. She was still horrified at how far she’d allowed herself to go that night. Horrified, scared, and aroused. Blaise was good at finding a witch’s every weakness and exploiting them for his own ends, he really was. There was simply something about him-more than his handsome face-that made it hard to ever say no to him.
‘I’ve come again and again just thinking about it,’ he murmured against her ear. ‘I’ve never had such great sex with a virgin before.’
That snapped her out of the worst of it. ‘Really?’ she breathed. ‘I’ll be sure to pass that along to Lisa Turpin. Word has it you took her virginity... last week, was it?’ She pushed him just far enough away for her heartbeat to return to semi-normal.
He didn’t look the least perturbed. ‘Jealous?’ he asked with a smirk.
‘You just don’t get it, do you?’ she asked. ‘I want Draco, not you.’
‘Isn’t it time you got over Malfoy and moved on?’
Pansy snorted. ‘Onto what? You?’
‘Sounds like a plan to me...’ He moved closer again.
She held up her arms, keeping him from kissing her or whatever he had in mind. ‘No. Draco may not be perfect, but at least he manages to keep it in his pants most of the time.’
‘I didn’t realise you wanted fidelity from me.’
‘I don’t want-It’s common courtesy not to pursue more than one person at a time!’
Common courtesy was probably not the right term, but whatever it was, Blaise certainly didn’t have it. He was dangerous because he’d make you feel good about yourself, make you feel desirable, only to make you realise that it was all just castles in the air when the next witch came along.
‘I never pursued Turpin. I just slept with her,’ he said as if he honestly didn’t understand.
She groaned with exasperation. ‘I cannot believe I’m even having this conversation with you.’
‘Sometimes sex is just sex, Pansy. It feels good and that’s it. That’s all it is.’
‘Oh, I know. That’s what happened between you and me.’
Again, she didn’t get much of a reaction. ‘Maybe. But it felt really good and I want more.’
‘I already said-!’
‘I’ll give you some time to think about it. Three days. By then you should have figured out how much my silence is worth to you.’
‘You won’t tell him,’ she said, hearing her own uncertainty.
‘Are you prepared to test that?’ he muttered, then he was gone.
***
Blaise paced the floor of the unused office. She was late. He’d made sure to pick both a time and a place that suited her, yet she was late.
Woe to her if she didn’t show up at all. He would consider that a “no” and, besides, you didn’t just stand Blaise Zabini up like this and get away with it!
Especially not when he was so anxious for her to show.
She was reluctant, he knew that, but she was working under a faulty assumption; she thought she had a chance with Malfoy. The sooner she realised that she didn’t, the sooner she would accept her fate and fall in love with the next best thing-him!
Of course he would have loved to have been her first choice, but that wasn’t how it went with girls like her. They reacted to the lineage and the power first and basic attraction second. She was attracted to him. She would learn to love him. He had everything it took to make her happy, so it really wouldn’t even be like settling to her. In fact, she was quite lucky that he was so interested in her. Most witches in her position would ultimately have to move far lower on the chain when they got dumped, because they’d have to be a rare good match to have more elite wizards fawning over them. Pansy was a decent match, but nothing spectacular in terms of funds and family name.
But where was she?
Finally, she showed and he stopped pacing to give her a haughty look. ‘You’re late!’
‘I know,’ she simply said, reluctantly moving into the room.
His heart began pounding. He’d been so looking forward to tonight, telling himself that she couldn’t say no, that there was no way she would risk Draco finding out that they’d slept together, but now he was actually nervous that she’d do just that.
‘So what’ll it be?’ he hoarsely asked.
‘Can’t we compromise?’
Blaise tried to decipher what she meant with that but came up blank. ‘What do you mean?’
She slowly walked towards him. ‘I, um, asked around and I’ve been led to believe that you enjoy some things that aren’t... aren’t intercourse?’
The vulnerability in her voice was making him hard before the words registered. ‘You did what?’
‘I even asked Daphne to explain to me how it’s done. She said she’d done it before. To you. And that you’d liked it.’
‘You’re offering to suck me off so I won’t have “intercourse” with you?’
She blushed again, still a virgin in spirit, and looked away. ‘Yes.’
Part of him was angry at the offer. One of his best fantasies was to be sucked off by her. The way she was offering it was kind of ruining the fantasy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, though. She was willing, wasn’t she? And she’d probably even enjoy doing it. If last time had been any indication, he couldn’t do anything to her she wouldn’t enjoy. She was quite naughty for an innocent.
Maybe he was just disappointed that she’d been late and didn’t seem too keen on having sex with him again even though he’d offered her the perfect opportunity to persuade herself that there was no other way.
He shrugged, seeing no valid reason to refuse. ‘Sure, if you prefer oral sex, I can live with that.’ And she had greatly enjoyed it the last time his head had been buried between her legs. There was no way anyone could fake that amount of enthusiasm.
‘But only on you,’ she said as if guessing his thoughts. ‘I’ll do it on you and then you won’t tell Draco about the fact that we had sex. Ever.’
Blaise’s back stiffened. ‘I’d hardly call that a compromise, Pansy. In fact, I’d call that a really bad deal.’
Pansy bit her lip. ‘Then what do you want?’
For you to realise that I’m the one you should be with!
‘How about something more satisfying?’ he asked.
‘What could I possibly give you? You frequently have sex with witches that are much more experienced than me!’
That was true. But she seemed to fail to understand the appeal she held to him. ‘I enjoyed your enthusiasm very much.’
‘No,’ she quietly replied. ‘You enjoyed that I was Draco’s. That’s really what you get off on. For once stealing something of his, if only for a time.’
If she only knew. ‘Trust me. Malfoy has nothing to do with it. I just got tired of waiting for the two of you to break up before trying to get what I wanted.’ This wasn’t exactly true, but it never hurt to let a witch think that you’d wanted her longer than you actually had.
Any witch enjoyed being wanted, but Pansy... she was starved for it. Her pale git wasn’t delivering on any level, it seemed.
‘What do I get in exchange for-for oral sex?’ she asked, half-turning her head. She was probably trying to hide the blush that Blaise had already seen. She really wouldn’t be a problem.
‘I return the favour.’
‘No! I mean, with regard to Draco.’
He shook his head. She really was expecting him to be nicer than he was. That was the problem with birds. As soon as you slept with them, they thought you cared about them in areas that had nothing to do with you. ‘You can’t honestly expect me to be satisfied with one measly blow job.’
‘I’d do my best to make it good.’
He was sure she would and his loins were aching with want. Just the thought of her lips wrapped around his cock was making him ready to burst.
He took a deep breath. She didn’t know how she affected him. It was better if she didn’t find out. Giving witches that kind of power over you was always a bad idea. ‘Once a week, then.’
She stared incredulously at him. ‘What?’
‘Get me off one way or the other once a week and I won’t tell him.’
‘Th-that’s... unthinkable!’ She looked aghast at the very idea.
‘Come on, Pansy. You expect me not to tell Draco about us and not to attempt to have sex with anyone else. I deserve a little release, don’t you think?’ Blaise wasn’t above applying any kind of pressure he could.
She blushed again but narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I never asked you not to have sex with anyone else.’
‘Sure you did. And I’m getting really horny.’
‘It was three days ago and all I said-’
‘I’m pursuing you,’ he said, taking the last few steps towards her, closing the gap between them, ‘and you said that meant I couldn’t pursue anyone else.’
‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ she quietly replied.
He took her hand and guided it down his front to rest on the embarrassingly obvious bulge. She gasped and tried to withdraw it, but he kept it in place, allowing his eyes to close on a shiver. ‘I’m a sexual being.’
‘I know.’
She tried to withdraw her hand again, but he still kept it in place. He enjoyed her touch so much. He enjoyed it even more when it was willing, but soon it would be. He could feel her pulse speeding up and hear the way her breathing had become shallow and uneven. He even felt her fingers somewhat reluctantly outlining the hardness pressed against the fabric.
He missed being inside her. He wanted to take her now when she wasn’t a virgin. He’d been holding back the last time, trying not to hurt her too much, and it had driven him insane to feel her muscles clench around him, beckoning him to surge forwards, and having to hold back and be gentle.
Usually it wasn’t that much of a problem, but that time he’d just wanted to lose his head and go into a mating frenzy. He’d only held back for her, because once he’d realised that she was innocent, he’d made his decision and had taken extra care to make it a good experience for her. And he’d damn well succeeded.
‘It was good,’ he whispered, letting go of her hand and feeling relief when she didn’t remove it.
‘I know,’ she whispered back.
‘I’m not asking you to love me,’ he continued, slowly pulling her skirt up, feeling almost ready to go off the very moment he felt skin. He was very happy that Pansy seemed to favour skirts outside of wearing school robes. They showed her legs off and made her very accessible. Accessibility was a huge plus. He favoured trousers for the same reason. ‘I’m not asking you to forget him.’ Yet.
‘I have to be faithful to him.’
‘No, you don’t. He’s not faithful to you.’
‘Please don’t remind me.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, lowering his head to catch the scent from her hair. ‘Think of this as revenge, then. I’m here for you to use whenever you feel like it.’
‘Or whenever you feel like it.’
‘I always feel like it,’ he rasped, swallowing when her hand moved up and then inside his trousers, seeking out his flesh. She was a natural for him, and he was so damn ready for her.
‘You’re shaking,’ she whispered.
‘Just touch me. Won’t take long,’ he bit out. Later he’d probably be embarrassed, but right now he just needed to come.
She began stroking him in agonizingly slow motions, only slowly making it faster. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one. He had to kiss her. Had to. He’d promised himself to try not to kiss her tonight, but he failed. Spectacularly. And she yielded to him.
This was enough. This was all he needed. For now, it didn’t have to be more than this. It was amazing how she just seemed to know how he wanted her to touch him. He couldn’t even remember when he’d last gone for something as simple as a hand job, but Pansy’s touch was definitely worth it.
Burying his head in her neck, he came into her hand with a strangled groan.
‘Week one,’ she whispered, making a dent in his afterglow.
He swallowed, hoping for a steady voice. ‘Week one,’ he confirmed. ‘I won’t be this easy every week.’
‘Neither will I,’ she replied.
***
Malfoy threw down his quill and leant back with a sigh. He didn’t seem to enjoy these study sessions any more than Blaise did. But at least Malfoy had a reason to want these sessions, whereas Blaise didn’t quite understand why he himself was putting up with them. What one wouldn’t do for the chance of a fucking hand job from some girl. It was almost embarrassing.
Except Pansy wasn’t “some girl”. He had plans for her. Or, rather, he had plans for himself and she fit in perfectly. It had to be her. No one else in this wretched place would do.
He just needed to convince her first. He doubted there was any way for him to arrange matters without her consent, even if he should be able to buy her parents. Or rather, he knew there wasn’t a way. He’d asked his solicitor. At the most, he might be able to get her father to try to force her, but seeing as Malfoy had a much better standing than Blaise, Blaise was likely to just get punished severely for trying.
He had to get the witch’s consent.
‘Get anywhere with Pansy yet?’ Malfoy asked, hiding a yawn behind his hand.
Blaise blinked. ‘I’m reporting to you now?’
Malfoy shrugged. ‘Just making conversation. But maybe it would work better for both of us if we worked together rather than against each other. We have no conflict of interest.’
Except they did. Malfoy didn’t let her go because she was his pure-blood witch of choice. It wasn’t inconceivable that his family was already working on putting together an offer for Pansy and that she had every intention of accepting it.
Blaise forced his face to stay blank, though. Pretending to play nice might serve him in the long run. ‘True. Well, you’ll be happy to know that she’s reluctant to cheat on you.’
Malfoy nodded. ‘I thought she might be. She fancies herself in love with me, you know.’
‘Yes. She told me.’ Blaise carefully unclenched his fists so he wouldn’t give himself away.
‘And she’s a virgin. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to keep her, so I made sure not to do anything she could later use against me. It’s probably harder for her to give it up if she has some illusions about what her first time should be like.’
Blaise did his very best not to look smug. She’d already given that part up and it had been everything it should be and more. If she regretted the fact that he hadn’t been this git instead, then it was her loss. He’d cared much more about her comfort than Malfoy would have.
‘I’ll make her give it up,’ he just said.
Malfoy nodded. ‘Good. I don’t like virgins, anyway. What with the blood and the tears...’ He wrinkled his nose.
Blaise raised an eyebrow, becoming interested in the conversation for the first time. ‘Tears? Maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.’
Malfoy shook his head, looking put out. ‘No. I mean, sure, I could probably have been a little gentler if I’d known how much it would hurt, but... it was awful. And then she refused to see me again.’
Yeah, that hadn’t been how Pansy had been, not at all. ‘Word of advice, mate. Be more careful next time.’
‘I thought I was,’ Malfoy muttered. ‘Guess not, though. I mean... at first I thought she was overreacting, but then I saw the blood... I always thought it’d just be a little bit, not bloody murder.’
‘Maybe it was her time of the month.’
‘No, it wasn’t. Does it bleed more if you’re not careful enough, do you know?’
That was something Blaise had certainly never thought about. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘I really didn’t want it to go that way. I wish she’d just gone ahead and fucked that-’ He abruptly cut off. ‘I mean, I wish she hadn’t been a virgin. It would have been easier and better.’
‘It’s done now. If you manage to get her alone again, she won’t hurt or bleed this time. Unless you’re really rough, of course, but then it’s your own damn fault.’
Malfoy’s eyes widened a fraction at the mention of being rough and then he looked uncharacteristically uncertain for a moment, before he asked, ‘Uh, is it... is it possible to accidentally be that rough without knowing it?’
Blaise stared. This was unbelievable. ‘What are you? A fucking virgin yourself?’
Malfoy snarled at that. ‘Of course not! But I didn’t expect to hurt her so much and you’re the resident male slut, aren’t you?’
Blaise rolled his eyes. Right. He couldn’t believe that Malfoy hadn’t just practiced on Pansy if he was this inexperienced. What a ponce. ‘No, it’s not really possible,’ he said, doing his best to mock Malfoy by just sounding patient. ‘Not if you check that she’s ready for you or use a lubricant and don’t get too carried away to notice if she says “ow”. Anything else?’
Malfoy shook his head. ‘Just break Pansy in good for me, will you?’ he muttered. ‘I really don’t want another experience like that again.’
Blaise had to fight back a snarl of his own. Why was Malfoy so convinced he could keep Pansy? There was no way in hell that Blaise would allow that!
***
Pansy walked up to the wall and then blinked, looking down each side of the corridor. This was where he’d asked-no, demanded-that she meet him.
Blaise.
Her week was up.
She had to please him again or face the consequences.
She really wished that didn’t make her belly feel like someone had unleashed a small army of butterflies in there.
In a way, Blaise scared her. He was really ruthless whenever he wanted something and he clearly wanted her. She knew without a doubt that he was capable of going much further than blackmail to get his way and that this would only temporarily stall him.
Yet, in another way, she didn’t feel like he would ever hurt her-which was stupid, considering how he had a recent history of actually doing that-but there was just something about his voice, his eyes, and that damn handsome face of his that said trust me.
Pansy knew she had a weakness for boys with strong personalities. She’d loved Draco as far back as she could remember for his quick wit and his ability to get others to follow his lead. He was The One for her.
Blaise, however, represented a raw, sexual force that she had proved anything but immune against. It was so tempting to give in and let him please her the way she knew he wanted to. She couldn’t give in, though. She refused to let him please her. At least this way, when she only did it to avoid losing Draco, she could have a clear conscience about her own motives and responses.
And maybe she’d learn how to please Draco in the process. She knew she was losing him to someone else, but maybe if she managed to keep him happy, sexually, he would stay.
Maybe if she was able to give him mind-blowing orgasms, he would forget about this other witch and realise that he really loved her.
There had to be a way. There had to.
‘Watch this,’ someone breathed into her ear and she jumped. Blaise. Ugh. Why was he always sneaking up on her like this?
He walked back and forth along the wall and a door appeared which he opened to reveal a richly furnished bedroom. He motioned for Pansy to enter with him.
Pansy’s jaw dropped. ‘What is this room?’
‘It’s convenient, is what it is,’ Blaise said. He was sounding smug as usual.
‘How did you know how to get it to appear?’
‘Ah. A friend told me.’
A friend? She looked at the bed and then went from amazed to disappointed in the space of one second as something occurred to her. ‘You’ve brought others here, haven’t you? It’s where you bring your girls.’
‘For someone who claims not to be jealous, you sure sound it, Pansy.’
She shook her head. ‘I’m not one of your girls, Blaise. I’m not doing anything with or to you in here.’
She made to leave, but he stayed her rather effectively with his hands on her shoulders. ‘Relax. I didn’t even know how to gain access to this room until yesterday. Apparently big things happened here a few times during the war, but it’s just always managed to elude me that I could use it like this. And, besides, if I’d known about it, don’t you think I’d have brought you here that time?’
Pansy’s eyes widened as some things clicked. ‘Oh! So this is where Draco...’
‘Yeah. He would know about it,’ Blaise said. ‘But I don’t want to talk about him. In fact, I don’t want to talk at all.’ One of his hands began caressing her neck and he leant forward.
Quick thinking! She abruptly turned around and took a step into the room and away from Blaise. ‘So, this room has everything you want for sex, huh?’
He growled behind her. ‘Everything but a willing witch.’
Pansy closed her eyes. She had to be careful how much she provoked him. She didn’t actually know if Blaise would physically overpower her if he felt he had to. He wasn’t used to not getting his way and he really did believe in using any means necessary. She didn’t really think he’d want her that way, but if he somehow felt it served a higher purpose...
‘I’m willing,’ she quietly said, ‘as long as you stick to the agreement.’
‘Then why didn’t you let me kiss you?’
She took a deep breath and turned back around with what she hoped was a playful smile. ‘Because then we’d have ended up in bed and I wouldn’t have had time to make my request.’
‘And what’s that?’ He looked slightly wary.
‘I-I want to suck you off. Like I offered last time.’
He shook his head. ‘What is this? Some kind of scheme to keep me out of your knickers forever? It won’t work.’
‘I’m aware of that,’ she said, her voice shaking lightly, ‘but I heard about how much you loved it and... I want to learn how to do it.’
He eyed her suspiciously. ‘Why?’
Because Draco won’t sleep with me because he thinks I’m a virgin and he thinks it would mean he’d have to marry me, but I want to keep him tied to me with lust until I can tie him to me with love.
‘Because I want to please you?’
Blaise’s lips drew back in a sneer. ‘No, you want me to teach you how to please him!’
‘Does it matter where I use it as long as I practice on you?’ Blaise was definitely the possessive type, and she didn’t want to anger him, but he could hardly demand she kept her hands off her own boyfriend!
‘It matters. I won’t tolerate you being a slut.’
‘He’s my boyfriend! If anything, I’m a slut for sleeping with you-who by the way redefine the word slut.’
He ignored her calling him a slut. Of course he did. The common mindset among proud pure-blood males didn’t generally include sexual equality. ‘You slept with me because part of you knows that I can give you something he can’t,’ he just said.
‘And what would that be?’
He stepped closer to her, his gaze turning intense. ‘Everything.’
‘Clever. And conveniently vague.’
He reached out to cup her cheek. ‘Everything, Pansy.’
She didn’t like the way he was looking at her, so she turned her head away. ‘You didn’t reply to whether you’d let me do it.’
He hesitated.
She tried to coax him. ‘Once I learn, I’ll have real sex with you again. I promise.’ Not like it could hurt much any more anyway. And he could probably teach her some things there as well.
He still didn’t reply.
Pansy ground her teeth and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Everyone says you love it. Everyone. Not just Daphne. Why are you acting like you don’t?’ And why was it that when she’d made casual inquiries about Blaise’s habits and preferences, absolutely every single witch seemed to have more insight than Pansy?
It had been just another testament to how he enjoyed playing with Draco’s toy. But he was forgetting one thing: Pansy didn’t count on staying a toy forever. Some day Draco would love her and finally consider her his equal. When that day came, she planned on forgetting this feeling of just being some thing as fast as she could.
‘I don’t love the thought of you performing my fantasies on him,’ he finally said.
‘Deal with it!’ she hissed. ‘If it were up to me, he and I would fuck like bunnies whilst you’d be off with your slapper of the day!’
His hand slid down to her neck and around to the back of her head where it grabbed her hair. ‘I’ll teach you,’ he then said. ‘But then we meet twice a week.’
Her eyes widened. ‘What?’
‘Twice. Each week. You and me.’
‘You can’t just-!’
‘I just did! You can’t expect me to go a full week without either sex or killing him as consolation for how you’re pleasing him, using everything I teach you.’
She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but changed her mind at the last second. Not losing Draco would be worth it. It was worth everything. ‘Fine,’ she whispered. ‘But if you trick me in any way, I’ll walk away, because then this won’t matter any more.’
Blaise shook his head, looking strangely sad. ‘You really think a blow job will keep him around if nothing else will?’
‘You really think I’m going to take relationship advice from someone like you?’
He gave her a forced smile and tightened his hand painfully in her hair. ‘We’re agreed, then. You suck me off until you’re not rubbish at it and we meet twice a week now.’
‘Who says I’ll be rubbish at it?’
‘Everyone is rubbish at it at first. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to do.’
Next Part
Master List
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest.
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis
Genres: Angst, Drama, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Sexual Situations, Skeevy Relationship Dynamics
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pansy Parkinson will do anything to keep Draco Malfoy from breaking up with her. Anything. But he's steadily losing interest whilst Blaise Zabini is doing his very best to find all of her weak points and use them against her in his quest to get her for himself.
Extra Note: Thank you to little_dollface and mazvn for the beta and robs55 for the Britpick. Extra thanks to little_dollface for the banner and matching icon. :D
Length: Five parts totalling 30,000 words. Part 1: 5,867 words.
‘Zabini, could you focus?’ Malfoy snapped his fingers in front of Blaise’s face in the most annoying way. Blaise flashed his teeth in a hostile snarl. He didn’t like this colourless git-never had and never bloody would.
‘Since when do you care so much about essays?’ he asked, pushing away his parchment. He really hated group work. ‘I’m done for the night. If you want to be all Granger about it, be my guest, but I’m going to bed.’
Malfoy didn’t even seem fazed by the unflattering comparison. ‘You were staring at Pansy again, weren’t you? If you help me get better marks, you can have her.’
Blaise froze mid-stretch. ‘What?’
‘You heard me,’ Malfoy calmly said. ‘I know you want her. Hell, she’s probably the only decent-looking witch in this place that you haven’t had. I’ve no interest in her right now.’
Blaise glanced over at Pansy, sitting with her girlfriends, merrily chatting, at the other end of the common room. ‘I thought she was your girlfriend.’
‘She is. But she’s kind of clingy and I’m not ready to stop having fun.’
‘Sounds like you plan on cutting her loose anyway.’
‘There are circumstances. Normally, that would mean I would be extremely put out with anyone who touched her-I really don’t like being made a fool of like that-but help me do well on this and I’ll turn a blind eye. Maybe you’ll even be doing me a favour, keeping her occupied.’
Blaise took a moment to consider the pros and cons of making a deal with Malfoy. Slytherin House-as well as society at large-had a very strong hierarchical system based on blood and power. Blaise wasn’t exactly the Alpha around here. He was more like the Beta or actually the Gamma whenever Theo bothered to have an opinion about something, which rarely happened. Draco Malfoy was, however, the undisputed Alpha in spite of what had happened during the war. He could make Blaise’s life a living hell if he should be so inclined. Still, as Beta (or Gamma) Blaise wasn’t completely powerless. He could fight back if needed.
‘I didn’t realise you were failing classes so badly,’ he said, trying to buy more time to think.
Pansy would not appreciate being bartered if she ever found out-“if” being the operative word. And it sure would make Blaise’s life easier to have the blessing of Malfoy when messing with his girlfriend.
‘Being bullied by a Dark Lord for a few years wreaks havoc with one’s studies. I will need an Exceeds Expectations on this essay alone to be allowed to complete all my NEWTs.’
Blaise’s lips twisted downwards in another sneer. He’d had a perfectly fine average himself last year and was extremely annoyed that some idiots had decided that he should waste another year of his life here to get valid NEWTs whilst all those sanctimonious gits that had battled the Dark Lord got a free pass-even those that hadn’t even shown up for their seventh year were apparently eligible for occupations normally requiring NEWTs, just because they’d put their lives on the line.
Because putting yourself in mortal danger was just that smart.
Idiots. The lot of them.
He looked back at Pansy yet again. He didn’t need Malfoy to be fine with it to pursue her. After all, he’d already been doing so for a few months without Malfoy being that much the wiser. Still, he did like things to be easy...
‘Fine,’ he said. ‘I’ll help. But you don’t let her know.’
Malfoy looked genuinely surprised. ‘Of course not. That would just make things more complicated for everyone.’
‘And you also help me get her alone until she stops running.’
‘Oh, what is this? The infamous Blaise Zabini can’t even get one little witch alone?’ Malfoy laughed.
Blaise gave Malfoy the same look he would give a slug that had left a trail across his favourite robes. ‘I can, I have, and I will. But she’s going to think she’s cheating on you.’
‘Oh, if you succeed, she’ll be cheating on me. I just won’t care.’
‘Same difference.’
‘Not really. Don’t get caught by anyone else. I’ll have to pretend ignorance and it would be very unpleasant for you. For both of you.’
Blaise didn’t reply. If he had his way, this stupid arrangement would only be temporary anyway.
***
‘Hello, Pansy.’
Pansy swung around, hand to her chest, and then scowled at the grinning git. Yes, scaring someone walking alone along the dark corridor of the castle where they had become extremely unpopular with certain people after being on the wrong side of a war was so much fun! She liked harassment as much as the next Slytherin, just not when it was aimed at her.
‘Blaise,’ she hissed. ‘What do you want?’
‘You know what I want.’ He came closer to her.
‘Forget it.’
‘I can’t forget it. Can you?’
She looked away, her cheeks slightly colouring. ‘It was a mistake. Stop bringing it up!’
He reached out to play with a lock of her hair and she jerked back. He exhaled deeply. ‘Some mistake, Pansy. What do you think Malfoy would say if he found out?’
‘He would hurt you. You wouldn’t want that.’
‘Mmm, I think I’d live. But he’d also drop you like a ton of bricks, wouldn’t he?’
He would. ‘You promised not to tell him.’
‘I didn’t tell him. But you’re going to have to make me promise again.’
‘H-how?’ Pansy played dumb, desperately searching her mind for a way out. It was dangerous to play with Blaise Zabini. She would get busted and burnt. She couldn’t afford that. Not with the way Draco’s eye had been roving lately.
It really had been a huge mistake to give in to Blaise’s advances that one time. She had just been depressed because Draco had been slipping away, and she’d enjoyed feeling wanted by someone as handsome as Blaise. She’d thought she’d been in control, but Blaise had been too sly and experienced for her and it had got out of hand. The success had then encouraged Blaise to continuously attempt to get her alone again, making her nervous that Draco would find out.
Draco was so close to letting her go; she could feel it. Only the facts that they had a history and she was the best match he could be arsed to find currently kept them together.
And the fact that she loved him, of course. But Draco didn’t actually seem to care much about that. The one time she’d tried telling him had only resulted in an awkward “thank you” from him.
One day. One day, he would open his eyes and realise what they had. He would be sorry that he’d taken her for granted and she would forgive him. They would get married and have a family, and this would just have been part of the painful road to get there.
‘You know how.’ Blaise crowded her personal space, guiding her back against the cold stone wall. Story of her life.
‘Forget it, Blaise.’
‘You were a virgin,’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I bet he won’t ever forgive you for throwing your innocence at me.’
She closed her eyes and desperately swallowed to get rid of the lump forming in her throat. He was right. Just one more reason why Draco could never know. ‘I never meant to go that far.’
He growled at her and hit the wall next to her head. ‘Don’t you dare do that! Don’t pretend like you’re some innocent little damsel and I’m some baddie who raped you. You asked for it. You enjoyed it. You writhed. You moaned. You came. You begged me to continue. Then you came again. And again.’ His voice got huskier as he seemed to recollect the sequence of events and he lowered his head to brush his lips against her neck.
She didn’t need the reminder. She was still horrified at how far she’d allowed herself to go that night. Horrified, scared, and aroused. Blaise was good at finding a witch’s every weakness and exploiting them for his own ends, he really was. There was simply something about him-more than his handsome face-that made it hard to ever say no to him.
‘I’ve come again and again just thinking about it,’ he murmured against her ear. ‘I’ve never had such great sex with a virgin before.’
That snapped her out of the worst of it. ‘Really?’ she breathed. ‘I’ll be sure to pass that along to Lisa Turpin. Word has it you took her virginity... last week, was it?’ She pushed him just far enough away for her heartbeat to return to semi-normal.
He didn’t look the least perturbed. ‘Jealous?’ he asked with a smirk.
‘You just don’t get it, do you?’ she asked. ‘I want Draco, not you.’
‘Isn’t it time you got over Malfoy and moved on?’
Pansy snorted. ‘Onto what? You?’
‘Sounds like a plan to me...’ He moved closer again.
She held up her arms, keeping him from kissing her or whatever he had in mind. ‘No. Draco may not be perfect, but at least he manages to keep it in his pants most of the time.’
‘I didn’t realise you wanted fidelity from me.’
‘I don’t want-It’s common courtesy not to pursue more than one person at a time!’
Common courtesy was probably not the right term, but whatever it was, Blaise certainly didn’t have it. He was dangerous because he’d make you feel good about yourself, make you feel desirable, only to make you realise that it was all just castles in the air when the next witch came along.
‘I never pursued Turpin. I just slept with her,’ he said as if he honestly didn’t understand.
She groaned with exasperation. ‘I cannot believe I’m even having this conversation with you.’
‘Sometimes sex is just sex, Pansy. It feels good and that’s it. That’s all it is.’
‘Oh, I know. That’s what happened between you and me.’
Again, she didn’t get much of a reaction. ‘Maybe. But it felt really good and I want more.’
‘I already said-!’
‘I’ll give you some time to think about it. Three days. By then you should have figured out how much my silence is worth to you.’
‘You won’t tell him,’ she said, hearing her own uncertainty.
‘Are you prepared to test that?’ he muttered, then he was gone.
***
Blaise paced the floor of the unused office. She was late. He’d made sure to pick both a time and a place that suited her, yet she was late.
Woe to her if she didn’t show up at all. He would consider that a “no” and, besides, you didn’t just stand Blaise Zabini up like this and get away with it!
Especially not when he was so anxious for her to show.
She was reluctant, he knew that, but she was working under a faulty assumption; she thought she had a chance with Malfoy. The sooner she realised that she didn’t, the sooner she would accept her fate and fall in love with the next best thing-him!
Of course he would have loved to have been her first choice, but that wasn’t how it went with girls like her. They reacted to the lineage and the power first and basic attraction second. She was attracted to him. She would learn to love him. He had everything it took to make her happy, so it really wouldn’t even be like settling to her. In fact, she was quite lucky that he was so interested in her. Most witches in her position would ultimately have to move far lower on the chain when they got dumped, because they’d have to be a rare good match to have more elite wizards fawning over them. Pansy was a decent match, but nothing spectacular in terms of funds and family name.
But where was she?
Finally, she showed and he stopped pacing to give her a haughty look. ‘You’re late!’
‘I know,’ she simply said, reluctantly moving into the room.
His heart began pounding. He’d been so looking forward to tonight, telling himself that she couldn’t say no, that there was no way she would risk Draco finding out that they’d slept together, but now he was actually nervous that she’d do just that.
‘So what’ll it be?’ he hoarsely asked.
‘Can’t we compromise?’
Blaise tried to decipher what she meant with that but came up blank. ‘What do you mean?’
She slowly walked towards him. ‘I, um, asked around and I’ve been led to believe that you enjoy some things that aren’t... aren’t intercourse?’
The vulnerability in her voice was making him hard before the words registered. ‘You did what?’
‘I even asked Daphne to explain to me how it’s done. She said she’d done it before. To you. And that you’d liked it.’
‘You’re offering to suck me off so I won’t have “intercourse” with you?’
She blushed again, still a virgin in spirit, and looked away. ‘Yes.’
Part of him was angry at the offer. One of his best fantasies was to be sucked off by her. The way she was offering it was kind of ruining the fantasy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, though. She was willing, wasn’t she? And she’d probably even enjoy doing it. If last time had been any indication, he couldn’t do anything to her she wouldn’t enjoy. She was quite naughty for an innocent.
Maybe he was just disappointed that she’d been late and didn’t seem too keen on having sex with him again even though he’d offered her the perfect opportunity to persuade herself that there was no other way.
He shrugged, seeing no valid reason to refuse. ‘Sure, if you prefer oral sex, I can live with that.’ And she had greatly enjoyed it the last time his head had been buried between her legs. There was no way anyone could fake that amount of enthusiasm.
‘But only on you,’ she said as if guessing his thoughts. ‘I’ll do it on you and then you won’t tell Draco about the fact that we had sex. Ever.’
Blaise’s back stiffened. ‘I’d hardly call that a compromise, Pansy. In fact, I’d call that a really bad deal.’
Pansy bit her lip. ‘Then what do you want?’
For you to realise that I’m the one you should be with!
‘How about something more satisfying?’ he asked.
‘What could I possibly give you? You frequently have sex with witches that are much more experienced than me!’
That was true. But she seemed to fail to understand the appeal she held to him. ‘I enjoyed your enthusiasm very much.’
‘No,’ she quietly replied. ‘You enjoyed that I was Draco’s. That’s really what you get off on. For once stealing something of his, if only for a time.’
If she only knew. ‘Trust me. Malfoy has nothing to do with it. I just got tired of waiting for the two of you to break up before trying to get what I wanted.’ This wasn’t exactly true, but it never hurt to let a witch think that you’d wanted her longer than you actually had.
Any witch enjoyed being wanted, but Pansy... she was starved for it. Her pale git wasn’t delivering on any level, it seemed.
‘What do I get in exchange for-for oral sex?’ she asked, half-turning her head. She was probably trying to hide the blush that Blaise had already seen. She really wouldn’t be a problem.
‘I return the favour.’
‘No! I mean, with regard to Draco.’
He shook his head. She really was expecting him to be nicer than he was. That was the problem with birds. As soon as you slept with them, they thought you cared about them in areas that had nothing to do with you. ‘You can’t honestly expect me to be satisfied with one measly blow job.’
‘I’d do my best to make it good.’
He was sure she would and his loins were aching with want. Just the thought of her lips wrapped around his cock was making him ready to burst.
He took a deep breath. She didn’t know how she affected him. It was better if she didn’t find out. Giving witches that kind of power over you was always a bad idea. ‘Once a week, then.’
She stared incredulously at him. ‘What?’
‘Get me off one way or the other once a week and I won’t tell him.’
‘Th-that’s... unthinkable!’ She looked aghast at the very idea.
‘Come on, Pansy. You expect me not to tell Draco about us and not to attempt to have sex with anyone else. I deserve a little release, don’t you think?’ Blaise wasn’t above applying any kind of pressure he could.
She blushed again but narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I never asked you not to have sex with anyone else.’
‘Sure you did. And I’m getting really horny.’
‘It was three days ago and all I said-’
‘I’m pursuing you,’ he said, taking the last few steps towards her, closing the gap between them, ‘and you said that meant I couldn’t pursue anyone else.’
‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ she quietly replied.
He took her hand and guided it down his front to rest on the embarrassingly obvious bulge. She gasped and tried to withdraw it, but he kept it in place, allowing his eyes to close on a shiver. ‘I’m a sexual being.’
‘I know.’
She tried to withdraw her hand again, but he still kept it in place. He enjoyed her touch so much. He enjoyed it even more when it was willing, but soon it would be. He could feel her pulse speeding up and hear the way her breathing had become shallow and uneven. He even felt her fingers somewhat reluctantly outlining the hardness pressed against the fabric.
He missed being inside her. He wanted to take her now when she wasn’t a virgin. He’d been holding back the last time, trying not to hurt her too much, and it had driven him insane to feel her muscles clench around him, beckoning him to surge forwards, and having to hold back and be gentle.
Usually it wasn’t that much of a problem, but that time he’d just wanted to lose his head and go into a mating frenzy. He’d only held back for her, because once he’d realised that she was innocent, he’d made his decision and had taken extra care to make it a good experience for her. And he’d damn well succeeded.
‘It was good,’ he whispered, letting go of her hand and feeling relief when she didn’t remove it.
‘I know,’ she whispered back.
‘I’m not asking you to love me,’ he continued, slowly pulling her skirt up, feeling almost ready to go off the very moment he felt skin. He was very happy that Pansy seemed to favour skirts outside of wearing school robes. They showed her legs off and made her very accessible. Accessibility was a huge plus. He favoured trousers for the same reason. ‘I’m not asking you to forget him.’ Yet.
‘I have to be faithful to him.’
‘No, you don’t. He’s not faithful to you.’
‘Please don’t remind me.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, lowering his head to catch the scent from her hair. ‘Think of this as revenge, then. I’m here for you to use whenever you feel like it.’
‘Or whenever you feel like it.’
‘I always feel like it,’ he rasped, swallowing when her hand moved up and then inside his trousers, seeking out his flesh. She was a natural for him, and he was so damn ready for her.
‘You’re shaking,’ she whispered.
‘Just touch me. Won’t take long,’ he bit out. Later he’d probably be embarrassed, but right now he just needed to come.
She began stroking him in agonizingly slow motions, only slowly making it faster. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one. He had to kiss her. Had to. He’d promised himself to try not to kiss her tonight, but he failed. Spectacularly. And she yielded to him.
This was enough. This was all he needed. For now, it didn’t have to be more than this. It was amazing how she just seemed to know how he wanted her to touch him. He couldn’t even remember when he’d last gone for something as simple as a hand job, but Pansy’s touch was definitely worth it.
Burying his head in her neck, he came into her hand with a strangled groan.
‘Week one,’ she whispered, making a dent in his afterglow.
He swallowed, hoping for a steady voice. ‘Week one,’ he confirmed. ‘I won’t be this easy every week.’
‘Neither will I,’ she replied.
***
Malfoy threw down his quill and leant back with a sigh. He didn’t seem to enjoy these study sessions any more than Blaise did. But at least Malfoy had a reason to want these sessions, whereas Blaise didn’t quite understand why he himself was putting up with them. What one wouldn’t do for the chance of a fucking hand job from some girl. It was almost embarrassing.
Except Pansy wasn’t “some girl”. He had plans for her. Or, rather, he had plans for himself and she fit in perfectly. It had to be her. No one else in this wretched place would do.
He just needed to convince her first. He doubted there was any way for him to arrange matters without her consent, even if he should be able to buy her parents. Or rather, he knew there wasn’t a way. He’d asked his solicitor. At the most, he might be able to get her father to try to force her, but seeing as Malfoy had a much better standing than Blaise, Blaise was likely to just get punished severely for trying.
He had to get the witch’s consent.
‘Get anywhere with Pansy yet?’ Malfoy asked, hiding a yawn behind his hand.
Blaise blinked. ‘I’m reporting to you now?’
Malfoy shrugged. ‘Just making conversation. But maybe it would work better for both of us if we worked together rather than against each other. We have no conflict of interest.’
Except they did. Malfoy didn’t let her go because she was his pure-blood witch of choice. It wasn’t inconceivable that his family was already working on putting together an offer for Pansy and that she had every intention of accepting it.
Blaise forced his face to stay blank, though. Pretending to play nice might serve him in the long run. ‘True. Well, you’ll be happy to know that she’s reluctant to cheat on you.’
Malfoy nodded. ‘I thought she might be. She fancies herself in love with me, you know.’
‘Yes. She told me.’ Blaise carefully unclenched his fists so he wouldn’t give himself away.
‘And she’s a virgin. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to keep her, so I made sure not to do anything she could later use against me. It’s probably harder for her to give it up if she has some illusions about what her first time should be like.’
Blaise did his very best not to look smug. She’d already given that part up and it had been everything it should be and more. If she regretted the fact that he hadn’t been this git instead, then it was her loss. He’d cared much more about her comfort than Malfoy would have.
‘I’ll make her give it up,’ he just said.
Malfoy nodded. ‘Good. I don’t like virgins, anyway. What with the blood and the tears...’ He wrinkled his nose.
Blaise raised an eyebrow, becoming interested in the conversation for the first time. ‘Tears? Maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.’
Malfoy shook his head, looking put out. ‘No. I mean, sure, I could probably have been a little gentler if I’d known how much it would hurt, but... it was awful. And then she refused to see me again.’
Yeah, that hadn’t been how Pansy had been, not at all. ‘Word of advice, mate. Be more careful next time.’
‘I thought I was,’ Malfoy muttered. ‘Guess not, though. I mean... at first I thought she was overreacting, but then I saw the blood... I always thought it’d just be a little bit, not bloody murder.’
‘Maybe it was her time of the month.’
‘No, it wasn’t. Does it bleed more if you’re not careful enough, do you know?’
That was something Blaise had certainly never thought about. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘I really didn’t want it to go that way. I wish she’d just gone ahead and fucked that-’ He abruptly cut off. ‘I mean, I wish she hadn’t been a virgin. It would have been easier and better.’
‘It’s done now. If you manage to get her alone again, she won’t hurt or bleed this time. Unless you’re really rough, of course, but then it’s your own damn fault.’
Malfoy’s eyes widened a fraction at the mention of being rough and then he looked uncharacteristically uncertain for a moment, before he asked, ‘Uh, is it... is it possible to accidentally be that rough without knowing it?’
Blaise stared. This was unbelievable. ‘What are you? A fucking virgin yourself?’
Malfoy snarled at that. ‘Of course not! But I didn’t expect to hurt her so much and you’re the resident male slut, aren’t you?’
Blaise rolled his eyes. Right. He couldn’t believe that Malfoy hadn’t just practiced on Pansy if he was this inexperienced. What a ponce. ‘No, it’s not really possible,’ he said, doing his best to mock Malfoy by just sounding patient. ‘Not if you check that she’s ready for you or use a lubricant and don’t get too carried away to notice if she says “ow”. Anything else?’
Malfoy shook his head. ‘Just break Pansy in good for me, will you?’ he muttered. ‘I really don’t want another experience like that again.’
Blaise had to fight back a snarl of his own. Why was Malfoy so convinced he could keep Pansy? There was no way in hell that Blaise would allow that!
***
Pansy walked up to the wall and then blinked, looking down each side of the corridor. This was where he’d asked-no, demanded-that she meet him.
Blaise.
Her week was up.
She had to please him again or face the consequences.
She really wished that didn’t make her belly feel like someone had unleashed a small army of butterflies in there.
In a way, Blaise scared her. He was really ruthless whenever he wanted something and he clearly wanted her. She knew without a doubt that he was capable of going much further than blackmail to get his way and that this would only temporarily stall him.
Yet, in another way, she didn’t feel like he would ever hurt her-which was stupid, considering how he had a recent history of actually doing that-but there was just something about his voice, his eyes, and that damn handsome face of his that said trust me.
Pansy knew she had a weakness for boys with strong personalities. She’d loved Draco as far back as she could remember for his quick wit and his ability to get others to follow his lead. He was The One for her.
Blaise, however, represented a raw, sexual force that she had proved anything but immune against. It was so tempting to give in and let him please her the way she knew he wanted to. She couldn’t give in, though. She refused to let him please her. At least this way, when she only did it to avoid losing Draco, she could have a clear conscience about her own motives and responses.
And maybe she’d learn how to please Draco in the process. She knew she was losing him to someone else, but maybe if she managed to keep him happy, sexually, he would stay.
Maybe if she was able to give him mind-blowing orgasms, he would forget about this other witch and realise that he really loved her.
There had to be a way. There had to.
‘Watch this,’ someone breathed into her ear and she jumped. Blaise. Ugh. Why was he always sneaking up on her like this?
He walked back and forth along the wall and a door appeared which he opened to reveal a richly furnished bedroom. He motioned for Pansy to enter with him.
Pansy’s jaw dropped. ‘What is this room?’
‘It’s convenient, is what it is,’ Blaise said. He was sounding smug as usual.
‘How did you know how to get it to appear?’
‘Ah. A friend told me.’
A friend? She looked at the bed and then went from amazed to disappointed in the space of one second as something occurred to her. ‘You’ve brought others here, haven’t you? It’s where you bring your girls.’
‘For someone who claims not to be jealous, you sure sound it, Pansy.’
She shook her head. ‘I’m not one of your girls, Blaise. I’m not doing anything with or to you in here.’
She made to leave, but he stayed her rather effectively with his hands on her shoulders. ‘Relax. I didn’t even know how to gain access to this room until yesterday. Apparently big things happened here a few times during the war, but it’s just always managed to elude me that I could use it like this. And, besides, if I’d known about it, don’t you think I’d have brought you here that time?’
Pansy’s eyes widened as some things clicked. ‘Oh! So this is where Draco...’
‘Yeah. He would know about it,’ Blaise said. ‘But I don’t want to talk about him. In fact, I don’t want to talk at all.’ One of his hands began caressing her neck and he leant forward.
Quick thinking! She abruptly turned around and took a step into the room and away from Blaise. ‘So, this room has everything you want for sex, huh?’
He growled behind her. ‘Everything but a willing witch.’
Pansy closed her eyes. She had to be careful how much she provoked him. She didn’t actually know if Blaise would physically overpower her if he felt he had to. He wasn’t used to not getting his way and he really did believe in using any means necessary. She didn’t really think he’d want her that way, but if he somehow felt it served a higher purpose...
‘I’m willing,’ she quietly said, ‘as long as you stick to the agreement.’
‘Then why didn’t you let me kiss you?’
She took a deep breath and turned back around with what she hoped was a playful smile. ‘Because then we’d have ended up in bed and I wouldn’t have had time to make my request.’
‘And what’s that?’ He looked slightly wary.
‘I-I want to suck you off. Like I offered last time.’
He shook his head. ‘What is this? Some kind of scheme to keep me out of your knickers forever? It won’t work.’
‘I’m aware of that,’ she said, her voice shaking lightly, ‘but I heard about how much you loved it and... I want to learn how to do it.’
He eyed her suspiciously. ‘Why?’
Because Draco won’t sleep with me because he thinks I’m a virgin and he thinks it would mean he’d have to marry me, but I want to keep him tied to me with lust until I can tie him to me with love.
‘Because I want to please you?’
Blaise’s lips drew back in a sneer. ‘No, you want me to teach you how to please him!’
‘Does it matter where I use it as long as I practice on you?’ Blaise was definitely the possessive type, and she didn’t want to anger him, but he could hardly demand she kept her hands off her own boyfriend!
‘It matters. I won’t tolerate you being a slut.’
‘He’s my boyfriend! If anything, I’m a slut for sleeping with you-who by the way redefine the word slut.’
He ignored her calling him a slut. Of course he did. The common mindset among proud pure-blood males didn’t generally include sexual equality. ‘You slept with me because part of you knows that I can give you something he can’t,’ he just said.
‘And what would that be?’
He stepped closer to her, his gaze turning intense. ‘Everything.’
‘Clever. And conveniently vague.’
He reached out to cup her cheek. ‘Everything, Pansy.’
She didn’t like the way he was looking at her, so she turned her head away. ‘You didn’t reply to whether you’d let me do it.’
He hesitated.
She tried to coax him. ‘Once I learn, I’ll have real sex with you again. I promise.’ Not like it could hurt much any more anyway. And he could probably teach her some things there as well.
He still didn’t reply.
Pansy ground her teeth and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Everyone says you love it. Everyone. Not just Daphne. Why are you acting like you don’t?’ And why was it that when she’d made casual inquiries about Blaise’s habits and preferences, absolutely every single witch seemed to have more insight than Pansy?
It had been just another testament to how he enjoyed playing with Draco’s toy. But he was forgetting one thing: Pansy didn’t count on staying a toy forever. Some day Draco would love her and finally consider her his equal. When that day came, she planned on forgetting this feeling of just being some thing as fast as she could.
‘I don’t love the thought of you performing my fantasies on him,’ he finally said.
‘Deal with it!’ she hissed. ‘If it were up to me, he and I would fuck like bunnies whilst you’d be off with your slapper of the day!’
His hand slid down to her neck and around to the back of her head where it grabbed her hair. ‘I’ll teach you,’ he then said. ‘But then we meet twice a week.’
Her eyes widened. ‘What?’
‘Twice. Each week. You and me.’
‘You can’t just-!’
‘I just did! You can’t expect me to go a full week without either sex or killing him as consolation for how you’re pleasing him, using everything I teach you.’
She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but changed her mind at the last second. Not losing Draco would be worth it. It was worth everything. ‘Fine,’ she whispered. ‘But if you trick me in any way, I’ll walk away, because then this won’t matter any more.’
Blaise shook his head, looking strangely sad. ‘You really think a blow job will keep him around if nothing else will?’
‘You really think I’m going to take relationship advice from someone like you?’
He gave her a forced smile and tightened his hand painfully in her hair. ‘We’re agreed, then. You suck me off until you’re not rubbish at it and we meet twice a week now.’
‘Who says I’ll be rubbish at it?’
‘Everyone is rubbish at it at first. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to do.’
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