Chapter 2

Satin/Silk: So thus we have 119 hits, 3 reviews, and 3 Story alerts. I would just let to take a moment and thank every one who read the first chapter, the three people who reviewed and the three people who added it to story alert. It makes me feel special, so thank you a lot.

To clear up any confusion and not to take away from the story. As I have already said I wanted to do something different so I thought I try HP/PP as well as an AU fanfic. The basic background for this story is that there were four schools which housed the different houses. Then due to some economic problems that all fours schools were having, they combined and thus creating Hogwarts High.

Lylian: I am a different sort of writer; I like to let the story take me where it wants to go. But I am sure that this story does not want to be anything like Mean girls or One tree Hill. It's going to be a little more than your average High School drama but I am not sure really how yet. There will be a bit of stereotypes but not in the characters themselves but how other characters view each other. I am really trying to focus on the character's core personality and how they would function in this new scenario. As well as give my own interpretation of what they would do in this situation as I have stated in my disclaimer. But seeing as I might to be the first to try this, I will try not to disappoint and do something interesting.

All: I am more than welcome ideas, if you have anything.

As well as I do not own any of the characters presented in this chapter! They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Though there will be some OOCness due to the interpretation that I have to how they would react in this unlikely circumstance. Please review at the end of the chapter.

Summary: Alcohol + Rugby victory + Blue balls; Desperation

Chapter 2

Her lips still stung and her body stunk of him. She watched him move about as he muttered on unintelligently. She laid on her side, with her back to him as she played with the lace on the nightstand. His talking was like slow buzzing that was going in and out of her brain. She just wanted it to stop but she could tell Potter was just one of those chaps. Her fingertips ran down the nightstand quietly.

She pulled the nightstand's drawer out and dug inside. Harry let out a sigh as he pulled up his pants. He was just babbling really as he tried to come to a conclusion. This was a fling, a harmless fling, wasn't it? He had to constantly question that as he nodded his head, agreeing that it had to be. Yet the sweet taste of her that was stuck on the tip of tongue told him otherwise. He just couldn't quite forget the way she felt in his arms.

He scratched the back of his head, and he turned around to look at her. Her pale back was all he saw as she seemed to be doing something. Harry frowned, had she even been listening to him? Not that he was saying anything important, but. Harry just let out another deep sigh. What was he thinking? That they could be? He shook his head; such a thing was almost laughable. But he couldn't quite look away. The way she felt in his arms, the way she looked at him as she pulled him closer or the way he felt when he was inside of her. It was almost, Harry shook his head, trying to erase the thought from his head. He had to get out of there; she was going to drive him crazy.

"Did you hear me?" He asked.

She moved almost too quickly for him, and he barely had time to blink. She crossed over to his side of the bed, and clung to him. Her expensive perfume hit him hard, and his body tense. A strange, but all too familiar sensation flew through him. Her hands were around his neck and it felt too easy. Maybe she had heard all of his incoherent thoughts and possibly considering the craziness that he was.

Her body was covered in the blanket that they had rolled around in all night. He couldn't help himself as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Maybe it hasn't been a drunken mistake, Harry thought to himself. She was slow to kiss, hesitate, shaking almost, as she wasn't completely sure. Her doubt was relief to him, and in the end, she kissed him. She kissed him hard, almost trying to break his jaw with the passion she inserted into the kiss. His reaction was immediate; he kissed her back just as hard.

Their lips were at war, as he felt a heat transfer through them. His hands gently pulled at the blanket. He wanted more of her, and the way her skin felt under his fingertips. The way she could make him shiver with just one look or the way she kissed him like she didn't want to kiss any one else was so intoxicating. Pansy slowly pulled back as she leaned her forehead against his. She didn't have to say anything as Harry understood. He didn't care as he slid his hand down below her butt, he wanted her so bad. She slid a hand down his bare chest, and stopped at the rim of his pants. She tugged at it playfully, but Harry didn't do anything else.

"Pansy." She said silently.

"Harry." His green eyes stared into her blue.

"Potter?" She said amazed.

Harry winced at the tone; girls always spoke to him like that. All the girls he come cross, all but Ginny and Hermione. Harry's body sort of froze by the sheer mention of Ginny. The sole thought of her, brought him back to reality. It was as if he separated from his own body and saw what was going on. There he was in the arms of the enemy, he winced at the term. Despite what he wanted, this could never be. The little man in his pants could have killed for getting to this point and coming to this conclusion.

Pansy looked at him for a moment, she understood completely. She stared into his soft emerald eyes, he was nearly pleading to her. She nearly scowled at him, Coward; she wanted to yell at him. She slowly relinquished her arms from around him, and slunk away. Harry tightened his arms around her. Despite what he knew, he wasn't quite ready to let her go nor did he mean to hurt her.

"I'm sor-"

"Save it, Potter." She sneered at him.

Harry frowned as he looked at her sadly. Pansy turned her head away from him. What had she just been thinking? She knew that this could never be; she remembered her exact thought the night before. And yet what she doing? Hoping against hope that maybe she had been wrong about him. The pure taste of him inside of her mouth turned bitter. Harry's finger tenderly grazed her chin, and Harry pulled her toward him.

"I said save it, Potter."

"Pansy." Harry started.

"Don't call me that."

"I'm sorry." He caressed her cheek.

"Save it." She snapped again.

"No, really, I am. Beside this…you, me….we." Harry struggled with his words.

"This never happen." Pansy finished for him.

"No, well….yes. I mean." Harry started to mutter stupidly.

"I get it, Potter." Pansy said nearly laughing.

Harry smiled, his lips nearly touched her but then he stopped. No, he couldn't do this, not to her even if she was a slytherin. Somehow he knew that somewhere along the line, it stopped just being sex. He wasn't sure what it was but at the same time. He had to think he was crazy; people don't just fall for each other because of sex. Well he was sure that his feelings weren't that strong but he did like her. But he couldn't like her; he knew that much and she couldn't like him. As Harry tried to pull away, Pansy pulled him back in for a kiss.

It was going to be a long, hard morning.


Draco glanced from his newspaper to the clock that was mounted on the wall. It had been nearly an hour since he found Pansy and Potter together. His brow furrowed, it wasn't that he hated Potter completely. And honestly, it was no longer his business who the hell Pansy fucked. It just didn't sit right with him, him and her. It was like the universe had already predestined this sort of stuff and they were fucking up the plan. It was more than the fact that Slytherin and Gryffindor didn't mix especially like that. He just had a bad feeling about the whole thing. It was as if their actions would start an epidemic and next thing he knew, he would be fucking Granger's brains out.

The thought made him want to gag and scowl at the same time. Now there was a girl that he hated completely and utterly. And the fact that she was going out with that weasel-shit really put her on his shitty list. At his old school, he was fucking top of his school and then poof Hogwarts and he was behind her. He couldn't help but let his prejudice take over, especially when he found out. She was a mousy little thing with a smart mouth and a holier-than-thou attitude that made corrupt priests look like saints. She was an overall bitch, and one those female that Draco couldn't stand. And to make things worst, the school had them working together; they had position equal to Senior class President and Vice President. That old crazy Headmaster called it Head Boy and Head Girl.

Draco scowled again; they had to help the school's dance committee plan homecoming later that afternoon. What a way to ruin a Sunday night, it was bad enough that he had to go to Rugby practice tonight but to work with her as well was going to be torture. Maybe if he was lucky, he could use a decoration to strangle her.

Draco's thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps that went quickly past him. He heard his front door open and close softly. He looked through the bay window in front of him. Potter was fully dressed, and Pansy was just covered in a blanket from the upstairs guest room. Draco would have to remember to burn those sheets before his mother returned from her small holiday in Rome. He just hoped that she didn't bring any one back this time.

She shivered slightly in the cold winds of the early fall air, but she didn't care. His body heat still eloped all around her body. She wasn't sure what she was doing outside with him, they made it clear. She knew it was clear that they could never be and she had to tell herself that she didn't want to be. It was a lie of course but she needed to believe it nonetheless. He held her to close, he held her too tightly and to comfortably. She didn't want to let him go as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if he would take her with him if she never let go. But she knew he wouldn't do that.

Harry could kick himself, what was he doing? Kissing her? Holding her, pulling her close to him like he wasn't hard as it was. They were going to have to do something about this sexual tension. He knew one way to solve it, and it included her up against the door crying his name in ecstasy. The more he kissed her, the more he liked the idea and the more he was only seconds away from pushing her towards the door. But before he could attempt, Pansy pulled away almost too quickly. She licked her lips, trying to get every last bit of him from her lips onto her tongue. Savoring it because she knew that she would never get to taste it again.

The flicking of her tongue was too much for him, as Harry mentally groaned in pain. He was going to need a long cold shower. As he watch the smooth movements of her tongue as it run over her blood red lips, he wished she could use that tongue for something else. Something else being the more prominent problem in his pants. There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other, not wanting to move because they knew that blanket would be removed in a matter of seconds. Harry's eyes could barely move away from her lips and Pansy tried to look at anything but him. Harry shook his head and looked away first.

"I guess I'll see you around." His eyes turned back to her.

Pansy just nodded her head, because she couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Harry slowly back away, nearly tripping over his car. Pansy laugh full-heartedly and Harry blushed. Pansy stood on the porch until Harry drove off, and watch his car become smaller and smaller in the distance. She took a deep breath before she reentered the house, and took a seat in Narcissa's small little breakfast nook. Pansy took a piece of toast off of Draco's plate that was already buttered and ate it quietly.

"So who did you fuck?" Pansy asked between chews.



"Fuck, I mean…." Draco started.


By the time that Harry had reached his home, he had calm down or rather his little man had calmed down but he was still going to need a cold shower. Harry opened the door quietly and was surprise to see Sirius wasn't sleeping on the couch. When Harry had been young, his parents died in a car accident and he was left in the care of one Sirius Black, his Godfather. Harry walked into the kitchen looking for his beloved guardian. There he was smoking a cigarette, looking at a newspaper when he looked up at Harry. His stern face broke into a smile, and Harry smiled back.

"Hello there, Harry." Sirius said as he put out the fag.

"Hey, sorry I didn't call. I didn't quite expect it to be such a long night or morning."

Sirius just shrugged as he stood up to hug his Godson.

"All that matter is your home. Hermione called some time ago, saying she couldn't reach on your cell phone, wanting to know if you were still coming to lunch." Sirius paused as he saw the look on Harry's face.

"Bugger, I had completely forgotten about meeting them for lunch." Harry groaned as he started for his bed room.

"Hooch called as well, Rugby practice at five, you and that Malfoy kid need to be there early. She wants to talk to you two about something."

Harry groaned again, they had won their last game. Their first game and he was sure that Hooch had a lot to say about it. It was the first time that the team had to act as a united front and though Hooch made them practice at least three times a days for weeks. Things didn't go completely as smoothly as she would have probably have hoped for.

"Anything else?" Harry asked.

"Remus and Tonks are dragging me to some charity thing tonight; I won't be home for dinner."

Harry just laughed at the dismay on his Godfather's face as he walked away. He was sure whatever it was Remus was probably dragging Tonks along and Tonks was dragging Sirius along because he probably laughed at her dismay. Harry laugh quietly at the scenario that probably occured only moments ago. He took his silent cell phone out of his pocket, it was nearly noon. Harry jogged up the stairs, and took his phone off of silent. He had missed more than twenty calls that morning and night. He needed to call Hermione to tell her that he was going to be late but he didn't really want to explain to her why he was late. It really wasn't something that was the most appealing to him. But as soon as Harry opened the door to his room, Hermione's ringer went off, much louder than he anticipated.



"Yes." Harry said, wondering who else would answer his phone.

"This is Hermione and I was wondering if you were still coming to lunch."

"Yes, late morning. I just need to jump in the shower."

"Okay, well that's fine Ron and I are running a little late." She said a little flustered. "But I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Sure anything 'Mione."

"Could you pick up Ginny?"