Pansy's RivalWord count:
Pansy and the boysAuthors Notes:
Written for both dracoharry100
's challenge sleepy
's challenge pink
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Pansy eyed Draco suspiciously. Her long-time crush had never been affectionate, but lately he’d become even more reluctant to spend time with her. Worse, he’d been sneaking around, claiming to be ‘studying’ during his long hours away from the dungeons.
Her eyes hooked into him. He was rumpled and sleepy-eyed, a secret smile playing on his lips; Pansy would’ve bet her wand he’d spent last night in someone else’s bed.
Draco looked towards Blaise, and she caught an unmistakable pink mark on his neck. A love bite.When I find out who it is, I’ll curse her into next week!
That night, Pansy cast a Disillusionment Charm and crept to Draco’s room. The door was locked when she tested it. His girlfriend must be in there. Her stomach twisted as she pictured it... Draco’s sleepy bedroom eyes and wicked smile, with some girl who’d be so much prettier than her –
Her mouth firmed, and she got out her Extendable Ears.
The sound of male grunts and moans hit her. Then a voice crooned, “so sexy...” Pansy’s mind went blank with shock when she recognised it. “White skin and pink nipples and red cock – ”
She couldn’t bear to hear more. Pansy ran.
Pansy’s eyes were ringed with pink next morning. It was true – Draco had chosen someone else.
She kept watching, waiting for some indication that the affair had blown over – anger, a return to the glares. But Draco stayed happy, and the looks he exchanged with Potter had an entirely different sort of heat.
Slowly she accepted it; strangely, it being a boy made it easier. If it had been a girl, prettier or cleverer than she was, that would have hurt far more.
Still, she took wicked satisfaction in skidding into Draco’s room to find them sleepy and naked.
Draco jumped up, then turned pink and grabbed for a sheet. Potter was no longer sleepy, but outraged. He jerked the duvet up like an outraged Victorian virgin.
“You said no one knew about us!”
“No one did!”
“I did,” Pansy said, radiating smugness. She was determined Draco would never know how she’d cried. “Snape’s checking all our rooms. Get going, Potter!”
Draco looked cautious. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Pansy smiled at him. Draco: the boy who had been her dream and intended, the boy who’d never quite returned her feelings.
“Go on. Potter will be waiting.”