Matters of Blood and Connection

Chapter 2: Give A Little Bit

Draco turned his head as she moved closer, and when she put her arms around him, he stiffened gradually. A tiny buzz was fluttering around in his head and he idly wandered if that's how he heard Parkinson when she talked. He liked to ignore her a lot because she talked about things he didn't care for: boys, makeup, hair, and sometimes the subject that interested him most, sex.

It wasn't exactly that Pansy Parkinson was a slut, she just happened to enjoy the male touch, and apparently she found that she enjoyed Draco's touch most of all. It was just something that happened over time, and she wouldn't have traded his touch, though sometimes cold, for anyone else's.

Now he stood in front of her in a very difficult position - her hands on his waist and her body pressed against his. Her mouth was drifting across his pale pointed face, and he vaguely smelled something foul on her breath. He almost smacked her hand away as she reached between them.

With his back being pushed against the wall, Draco could barely move, and with the way things were going, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. He felt his eyes close briefly as Pansy's warm hand found its way under his trousers and she squeezed. He groaned and in one fluid motion, grabbed her hair and forced her mouth against his, his tongue drilling into her mouth.

Pansy staggered but felt his hand curl around her waist and he pulled her impossibly closer, his mouth now going for her neck, the spot he knew would either spur her on or tire her out. He hoped it was the latter.

"Draco-"

His lips parted to answer her call, and she kissed him hungrily, her long dark hair brushing his shoulders.

"You smell like alcohol," Draco observed, his eyes widening slightly as he stepped sideways. He was frowning now. "Do you know how much trouble you can get into for that?"

Pansy glared at him suddenly and said, "Since when do you care about the rules when you can get laid?"

Thrusting a hand through his hair, Draco sighed, and tilted his head at her. "I care about the rules when I could get into trouble for what you're doing, too."

"But it's my liquor," Pansy said confidently. "There's no way you could-"

"If I wanted, I could convince Snape or Dumbledore it was mine," he said quietly, pulling her into an abandoned classroom and slamming the door. He turned to her and smirked. "I deceived many people for the last few years, Pansy; I think I can deceive an old man for a few days until I feel compelled to tell the truth."

Pansy stared at him, her eyes narrowed in anger. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?" he asked, sneering.

"I'll be expelled," she said shrilly. "Don't you realize that?"

Draco stared at her, his gray eyes flickering across her now scared face before he muttered, "Maybe then you'd learn a lesson, Parkinson, because drinking in school isn't tolerated."

"You sound like my mother," Pansy said irritably. "She's always said that."

"She should have taken her own advice, then, maybe she wouldn't have been expelled."

For what it was worth, Pansy held his gaze, though she wanted very much to hit him right now for the way he talked about her mother. Mrs. Parkinson had always been so kind to Draco, even if he was a little frigid toward her at times, and even Pansy's father, who didn't really like Draco all too much.

"You don't know what you're on about," said Pansy hotly.

"Please," Draco snapped. "I've heard this story a thousand times from my father. Are you saying he was lying to me?"

Pansy glanced at him and walked to sit on top of one of the desks, letting her legs dangle over the edge in attempt to coax him over toward her so he would stop talking. "Your father's not known for his sincerity, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened as he stepped forward and seized Pansy's left wrist, bringing her face close to his so that his harsh breath skated across her cheek, and his eyes darkened slightly as he flicked a strand of silver-blond hair out of his eyes and said calmly, "I've used you enough and I think I'm done."

Then he vanished before she could utter another word.

Ginny Weasley had settled into the back of the library, away from the view of the doors in case Harry or Hermione came in looking for her, which they had been doing a lot lately. Since her run-in with Zabini and Malfoy, she had been looking around nervously in case they came around again to pester her. Really, she couldn't be bothered.

As she flipped through the page of her Potions textbook, she just happened to look up to see someone standing beside her table. Ginny let out a tiny yelp and muttered, "You scared me."

His lips twisted into an unpleasant smile and he sat down, uninvited, across from her. He was brushing his hair out of his eyes when he noticed her look. "What?" he asked.

"You weren't invited to sit here," she breathed, her eyes narrowing.

"Not very friendly today are you, Weasley?"

Ginny took a long look at him and said, "No, Zabini, I'm not. You could have told me that Malfoy was behind me."

Blaise chuckled and stretched his arms over his head, glancing at her. "I could have, but then it would have spoiled your expression, which was priceless, by the way."

"But I-"

"You should be proud, Weasley."

"Why?" she snapped at him.

"Because," Blaise said coldly, leaning forward, "you were able to rattle Draco. I've never seen anyone do that before. He normally doesn't let insults about himself or his family bother him. But you hit the nail on the head."

Ginny considered this for a moment before saying, "What about Pansy?"

"Parkinson? She's just annoying. Draco likes to use her for sex."

Ginny blinked at him and asked, "And she's okay with that?"

Blaise's lips quirked into a delicate smile and he stared at her directly. "Since when have you known Pansy to pass up being able to be with Draco in that manner?"

Before Ginny could answer, the library doors opened and a rather stunned Pansy came storming in, her eyes puffy. She sat down away from everyone and buried her head in her hands. It wasn't until she let out a high-pitched wail of pain did Blaise look over at her.

"Pansy, love, what's wrong?" he practically shouted at the sobbing girl.

When Pansy lifted her head at the sound of her friend's voice, her eyes fell on Ginny and she glared hard, while in the midst of wiping her nose. "I'd rather not have disgusting rodents around when I tell you," she said snidely.

"Oh, that's funny," Ginny said hotly. "At least I didn't get dumped by my fuck buddy. What happened, you weren't good enough for even him?"

"I was more than you could ever be for him," Pansy growled, glancing at Blaise. "What is she doing sitting with you?"

"Oh, please, like I'd ever want him. He's a malicious bastard."

"You know all about those, don't you?" Pansy asked. "Potter didn't turn out to be quite the prince you imagined him to be, did he, Weasley?"

Ginny stared at the girl and her urge to curse her was overwhelming. Instead, she calmly said, "If I wanted Draco Malfoy, I could easily get him, Parkinson."

"That's very interesting to hear, Weasley."

Draco stood on the other side of Blaise. Clearly no one had heard him coming.

Fuck, thought Ginny miserably.