Summary: Sort of an HP/Cruel Intentions/Dangerous Liasons story, except maybe less depressing. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are the two most notoriously loose people in the grade, and they make a bet. Characters might be a bit OOC (pretend Pansy is hot), Mature for lots of bad language and possible sex scenes.
Author's Note: I love Cruel Intentions. (But this isn't necessarily going to be EXACTLY like it).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"So who's on your list this year?" Pansy Parkinson lazily questioned Draco Malfoy as she lay flirtatiously on his bed in the Slytherin 7th year boy's dormitory.
"What list?" he responded examining a pile of shirts.
Pansy scoffed and began filing her already perfectly manicured nails. "You know... your "who I'm going to fuck this month" list." She giggled.
He snorted and rolled his eyes, not feeling a need for a response.
A few silent seconds slipped by. "I'm waiting."
"I don't have one."
"Aw, come on," Pansy urged. "That is such a load of bullshit. Okay, what about a "who I'm going to fuck this year" list."
He stared at the girl, annoyed. "I'm not an immature sixteen-year-old anymore, Pansy."
This time it was Pansy's turn to snort incredulously. She stared at him, the disbelief practically visible cascading down her face from her eyes. "Oh, please, don't pull that bullshit, Draco. Don't try and tell me you've "matured" or something. You're so full of shit, you know that, right?"
He flipped her off before leaving the room for a few minutes.
Draco did feel a little stupid saying that just the next day when he entered his Potions class wearing his usual blank but insanely mean looking facial expression. He sat down at a desk that happened to be close enough to Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil's that he heard their whole conversation as he settled into the noisy classroom.
"I don't know how you do it, Hermione," Lavender was saying.
"Do what?" Parvati questioned.
"Not have sex," Lavender exclaimed.
"Just shout it to the whole world, why don't you?" Hermione responded, cheeks burning a deep shade of red.
This caught Draco's attention. The word "sex" always caught his attention, but when it was partnered with the words "not" and "have", he was extremely intrigued.
"Hermione wants to stay a virgin until she's one hundred-percent in love," Lavender explained to her apparently ignorant friend.
"Oh my gosh, are you serious?" Parvati questioned incredulously.
Hermione was a deep shade of Weasley red by this time. "Yes. Why is it such a big deal?"
"Because I'd never be able to do that," Lavender expressed. "I mean, you might not find true, certain love until you're, like... Married."
Hermione licked her lips and shifted in her seat. Of course that was always something that had occurred to her, but she saw her generation taking sex to mean casual sex, and to her sex was anything but casual. She wanted it to be with someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. So that's why she was going to wait.
Draco continued to listen inconspicuously to the conversation, enthralled by it. How someone could go for any extended period of time without sex was completely beyond reason in his mind. He was famous for sleeping around Hogwarts, bouncing from grade to grade, usually staying within Slytherin but occassionally slipping into some other dorm and not telling anyone about it. Sex was his life. It was his calling. It was his gift.
But he had changed. Or so he thought.
"Professor Snape, may I please go to the bathroom?" he asked the greasy teacher when he entered the classroom, wearing a bright smile and speaking in a completely fake voice.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy," he responded.
The teachers knew nothing of it.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco replied angelically. He slipped out of his seat and the classroom and sprinted through the dungeons until he reached the Slytherin common room. He found Pansy lying on her bed, her shirt half unbuttoned and her skirt rolled up so high it could easily pass for a belt with a magazine resting against her thighs.
"What a pleasant surprise," she stated without looking up.
"Nice to see you, too," he said. He sat down on the edge of her bed. "I have a proposal to make."
Pansy feigned shock and confusion. "Oh, Draco! So soon?"
"Be quiet you flaming douche." He leaned forward and snapped her bra strap before standing up again. He cleared his throat. "I overheard a very interesting conversation between three retarded Gryffindors. Apparently little Ms. Hermione Granger is saving herself for "love"."
"Aw, how sweet," Pansy commented, flipping turning the page in her magazine.
"And I was thinking, after you asked me that question about my list of who to fuck this year, that maybe I could try and do her," he decided triumphantly, an evil smirk wiping itself across his face.
Pansy slapped her magazine down on her thighs and stared up at him through her eyelashes. "What the fuck?"
Draco sat down next to Pansy on her bed. "I know it sounds weird, and I know I hate that lousy Mudblood, but I thought it could be... An interesting sort of adventure. You know what I mean?" He squeezed one of her boobs and she slapped his hand aside.
"You crazy son-of-a-bitch," she said flatly. It was she who then stood up and he took her place lying down on the bed. "Speaking of conquests, I had a little one of my own. Sort of."
"Remember Blaise Zabini? That little dickwad who thought he could use me for the bed and then drop me like a hot potatoe?" she spat angrily. "Well, it's time I get my revenge. I've noticed how he's spending some time with that little Weasel-"
"Blaise dumped you for a WEASEL?" Draco exclaimed, sitting up abrubtly in shock. "What the- Are you kidding me? Look at all this inter-dorm dating!"
"Shut up for a minute, would you?"
"Pardonnez-moi, continue." He leaned back against the pillows again.
"Anyway, I thought that if I turned Ginny into someone well... A bit like me, then maybe he would see the error in his choice of girlfriend." She sat down on his lap and leaned over so her massive, surgically enhanced cleavage was in his face.
"You do know that she has the brain capacity of a two-year-old, right?" He began kissing across her chest.
"It'll be a challenge. An adventure, as you so brilliantly put it," she explained, hugging Draco's head.
He gently pushed her off and she stood up. "So, what should we do about our two little missions? Just simply go about doing them?" he questioned.
She started buttoning her shirt and unrolling her skirt down to a more resonable length. "Well, what about a bet?"
"A bet," she confirmed. "You complete your task first and I'll give you something, I finish mine first and you'll give me something."
Draco flared his nostrils. Somehow there had to be something going on inside Pansy's horny little brain. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking that if I completed my part first, then maybe..." She sat down on the bed and leaned in close to him seductively, breathing in the faint trace of cologne that lingered around his body. "You could give me something?"
"And what would that "something" be?" he asked, leaning away from her.
She bit her lip. "You're broomstick?" she suggested quietly.
Draco let out an incredulous breath. "My broomstick? My limited edition, pre-released, Lightspeed Eighteen-Hundred? Sorry, no."
"Come on," she moaned. "That's so lame. It's a broomstick. And besides, it's good motivation."
"Shut up. You have no idea what you're talking about." He paused, frowning, before responding; "What's in it for me, anyway?"
"Well, I was thinking that I could give you something you've wanted since our first year here."
"And what would that be?"
He stared at her for a second, not quite sure how to respond. He wasn't even quite sure what she was saying. He wanted her? What was she going on about?
"Huh?" he voiced.
"Are you really that thick?" she asked. "To put it simply: I'll be your sex slave. For a day."
"Fine, a week."
Draco scoffed. "Did you not hear the words "limited edition, pre-released, Lightspeed Eight-Hundred" come out of my mouth just a few moments ago?"
"Something else will be coming out of your mouth if you win," she said, sitting on his lap. She whispered in his ear: "Or rather, going in."
Draco raised his eyebrows. Sometimes Pansy's sexuality was almost a little bit too much for even him. But he had to admit that he definitely lusted for Pansy at times. Especially because she was practically the only Slytherin upperclassmen female who he hadn't slept with. And that was very annoying.
"Fine," he mumbled.
"Fine? So we have a deal?" Pansy checked.
"Yes. Now get off." He pushed her off him and she landed with a thump on the floor, glaring up at him. "If you'll excuse me, I have a class to return to."
And he was gone.
A/N: Aaahh? Was that any good? Please review! Tell me if this is worth continuing! Although I can promise that this will be more interesting and scandalous... You just wait and see... And reviewers will get presents... They're a surprise tho...