Plain and Simple
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by Kihin Ranno
KihinRanno@aol.com
http://www.geocities.com/kihin_ranno/
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She smiled down hungrily at the sleeping boy beside her... More of a
man than a boy in some aspects, and yet he was exactly the other way
around in others.  Odd how only minutes before he had been all man,
for the art of love making often brought out the best and worst in him
it seemed.  And in her opinion the best qualities in him were the
equivalent of his growing up, even if it was only for fifteen minutes
in a day.

Now he looked like a little boy, asleep like that...

Some women might have found this oddly appealing.  The look of a man
they often felt was superior suddenly turning into a little boy
stirred something in other women.  A maternal instinct perhaps...

Well, not with Pansy Parkinson.  She much preferred Draco Malfoy when
he was wide awake.  She would much rather appreciate his manhood than
gaze upon him lovingly in the darkness.  It wasn't her style.

She wanted more of him.  She wanted him to wake up and be grown up
again.  She wanted to take him and she wanted him to take her.  She
wanted to be permanently entangled in the blond's arms and feel the
deep sensations within her body that he awoke within her.  She wanted
to hear him moan at her touch and she wanted to shudder at his again.
She wanted more...

Yet it was not in the routine Pansy thought sadly as she slipped from
the bed.

The two of them were creatures of habit by nature.  So it had been no
surprise to either one of them when it had gradually become a nightly
thing with them... Well, most of the time.  Basically, it all happened
something like this.  If either one or both of them was "in the mood"
after supper, and it was a very rare thing when they weren't, they
would retreat back to Draco's room and do their thing.

They had long since gotten rid of senseless things that wasted their
time such as conversation or even foreplay.  Pansy would perform a
contraceptive charm and they'd "get the show on the road," so to
speak.  After about an hour of wanton passion, Draco would need a
break as he had never really been all that physically fit.  Such was
the price of being rich and pampered.  Anyway, then he would sleep for
an hour or so...

And things would continue as they had before once he awoke.

Pansy had grown rather accustomed to the routine of their nights, and
she liked the majority of it.  There was just that hour in there that
she would like very much to remove.

But Pansy rarely ever got her way in this relationship.

Pansy tucked a few stray locks of hair behind her ears as she walked 
into Draco's private bathroom.  Lucius Malfoy always wanted the best
for his son... And when Draco asked for him to arrange a private room
for Draco after a rather nasty incident with Crabbe and Goyle walking
in on them, he had complied without question.  A few more dollars out
of the Malfoy pocket was nothing compared to his son's contentment...

Not that Lucius Malfoy actually cared for his son.  It was just easier
to let any Malfoy get their way, even though he was too was a Malfoy.

Pansy walked over to the claw footed tub in the middle of the room and
turned on the hot water, watching as the steam already began to fill
the room.  She walked over to the mirror as it fogged up, staring at
her reflection.  She tossed her sweat matted hair playfully, which had
been blonde when she had entered the room but now resembled something
closer to brown.  It was curly and quite messy after her romp with
Draco, but she had to admit it looked pretty good for not having been
tended to.  Her hair had once been comprised of stiff ringlets that
made her look like a Shirley Temple from hell, but recently she had
learned that less is more when it came to hairspray.  Her small eyes
were brown, nothing really special about them.  But she had long since
gotten over that supposed fault in her appearance.

Draco had put it best when he said, "Who cares about how your eyes
look?  All I care about is what you're thinking when I look in your
eyes.  That's what I like to see when I look at you."

Pansy had mastered the looks of malicious glee, murderous rage, and
snotty indifference since he had told her that.

Pansy continued to assess herself in the mirror, turning slightly to
get a better look at her figure.  She had to admit, she was hardly a
stick, but she wasn't nearly as fat at that Huffleduffer Hannah Abbot.
The blonde much preferred to think of herself as curvaceous rather
than anything else... Draco had also once made several remarks about
her curves.

She smirked slightly, tossing her hair again.  Dating Draco Malfoy
definitely had its good points.

Pansy looked over her shoulder and noticed that the tub was just about
full.  She quickly moved back over to the tub and turned off the tap.
As she climbed into the tub, she began to muse on her past seven years
with Draco Malfoy... The ups and the downs.

Her first two years at Hogwarts had pretty much been a waste of time
in her opinion.  She had been low on the food chain.  An unknown
member of her house, always sitting by on the sidelines.  She watched
as the more prominent members of her house, in her own year, waltzed
around as if they owned the place...  And with the money the lot of
them had, they practically did.  They were the favorites of Professor
Snape.  Members of the Quidditch team.  The one's who told the best
Mudblood jokes.

When she was younger, she merely idolized them.  She had simply
watched them all and desperately wished that she could be one of them.
She had particularly watched Draco Malfoy and all of his exploits...
Then, the summer before her third year she remembered something very
important.  Every girl has a summer that really changes her life, and
that was Pansy's...

That was the summer when Pansy Parkinson remembered she was Slytherin.

Slytherins didn't wait around and mope about how they couldn't get
what they wanted.  No.  They used every trick in the book and all of
their resources and cunning in order to attain what they wanted.  They
picked a goal, reached for it, and got it.  Slytherins didn't mope.
Slytherins didn't wish.  Slytherins didn't fail.  So, Pansy had
picked her goal, reached for it, and proceeded to screw it every night
afterwards.

Pansy had quickly recognized that Draco was definitely the boy to
latch on to.  The only reason she had stayed away, aside from the fact
that she had been acting stupid and childish at the ages of eleven and
twelve, was a girl by the name of Millicent Bulstrode.  Everyone,
including Pansy, had assumed that Draco and Millicent would end up
being the Slytherin power couple... But then along came Pansy, and she
quickly knocked Millicent out of the running.

A little "accident" had placed the girl in the infirmary for about a
month at the beginning of their third year.  During that month, Pansy
had been there to act as a replacement in Draco's gang.  After all,
he needed at least one girl to handle Hermione should they and "The
Trio" get into a scuffle.  Not that she would lower herself to actually
put a hand on the filthy Mudblood, but a female was still very
necessary.  If for no other reason because Crabbe and Goyle weren't
exactly much to look at.

Well, needless to say, Draco had soon found a very good reason to prefer
Pansy to Millicent.  By the time the Bulstrode girl was released, Pansy
was right at the top of the Slytherin Popularity Pyramid and Millicent...
Well, she proved useful every now and again, but she just didn't seem to
have Pansy's knack for subterfuge.

When Pansy wanted something, she got it by any means necessary.

She smirked again, settling down even farther into the frothy tub,
still thinking about the half-man in the next room.  Yes, she had been
very correct in her instinct to latch on to Draco.  If she had thought
he was important in the beginning, she would never have been able to
see how far he would fly by now.

His father was now a known Death Eater, and while everyone in Slytherin
knew it, the rest of the children at Hogwarts had not known, save a
very select few.  After Draco's father had been placed in Azkaban (and
subsequently escaped it soon afterwards), everyone had treated Draco
with a new found respect and fear.  Even some of the teachers treaded
lightly when they had him for a class.  There had been few that dared to
sneer at Draco to his face, but now they were too terrified to even do
it when his back was turned.

Yes, being associated with Draco Malfoy was a very good thing indeed.

But she didn't pretend that it was all fun and games... Oh no, Draco
Malfoy was not someone you got involved with unless you wanted more
than a little mayhem injected into your life.  His was not a normal,
happy, safe life to live.  His father was one of the Death Eaters, and
high up in their dark circles as well.  Lucius Malfoy was closely
associated with the Dark Lord.  Draco was expected to take his place
and carry on a family tradition of darkness.  And Draco had no qualms
or second thoughts about doing this... He was as ambitious as they
come.  His father had taught him how to be that.

Some might say that Pansy was in over her head.  That there might come
a day when Draco would grow tired of her and turn on her.  And when a
Death Eater turned on you... Well, Pansy wasn't worried about that.

Draco and Pansy's relationship involved a battle of wills.  It was an
incessant and never ending battle for dominance.  And no one ever won.
Draco had ways of controlling her... and vice versa.

Pansy knew what she was getting into.

Still, there were times when even she wondered if this was really such
a good thing to get involved in... What was power?  It was fleeting.
And with power came responsibilities...  Power was a thing that men,
Muggle and Pureblood alike, sought after.  It was a thing they often
spent their entire lives trying to achieve and rarely ever got.  Or
at least they were not satisfied with it...

And she was not just getting into something as trivial as control of
the Ministry.  The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters wanted total and
complete control of not just the wizarding world, but the world of
the Muggles as well. World domination may be trite when one got right
down to it, but that didn't matter to anyone involved... They wanted it,
therefore they would do anything they could do to get it.

It went without saying that most Death Eaters had been Slytherin.

She was getting into something deadly and dangerous.  Sometimes she
found that she was frightened by just how much Draco yearned for,
craved the power that he was seeking.  Sometimes a look would come
over his face and Pansy would have to physically restrain herself from
shuddering in fear.  She knew in the back of her mind that Draco would
sacrifice anything to achieve his goal.  Including her.

Pansy knew she had to make herself indispensable.  That was when the
nightly routine began.

The Malfoys were a pureblooded line that every member of the family
sought to continue.  Later, Draco would be in need of an heir... And
Pansy had made it very clear that she would be more than willing to
supply that heir.  She had begun to not just be a companion for Draco,
but a necessary commodity.  A bond had existed between them simply
through house loyalty, but that quickly began to grow into something
more.  And suddenly, they had been the power couple of Slytherin.

Pansy knew how to play a very dangerous game.

And besides, when one got down to it, she would have power by
association.  Once her precious Draco had attained all the supremacy
he wished, Pansy would have power simply because he did.  All of the
perks with none of the work.  She would be living the good life
because of his hard work.

Not all good things came about by hard work in her book.

Of course, there was just this one little speed bump in the way of
attaining that power... And just the thought of them made Pansy's
blood boil.  She let out a growl deep within her throat just at the
thought of them... The three Gryffindors that stood in between them
and victory.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

Pansy's small eyes became even smaller as she narrowed them in anger.
Those three had thwarted a number of good schemes and plots of the
Dark Lord... Even as eleven year olds, they had proved formidable
opponents (though they were often underestimated).  When he had first
tried to get rid of the one boy who had beat him, he was defeated.
When his past self had tried to do the same, he was again there to
foil the plan.  When he had at long last received a human form (thanks
to Potter himself ironically enough), he had actually managed to
defeat the Dark Lord in a wizard's duel, something that was unheard of
in their world.  And then he had prevented him from getting the
prophecy that they still knew nothing about... And every other time
the two had faced each other, Potter had gotten out alive and
relatively well.

It was disgusting.

And his two friends were of no help either.  Ron Weasley, son of a
Ministry worker and with not so much as two pennies to rub together...
Well, it had used to be like that.  But then those damn twins had
become successful with that filthy joke shop and that had all changed.
Ron was suddenly wearing robes that fit him and looking almost...
clean.  It was absolutely deplorable to see someone who did not
deserve any type of luxury get it.  And particularly in such an
idiotic manner.  They were "nouveau riche" in the worst sense.  All
Weasleys belonged in the gutter for they didn't even deserve a trash
can to live in for all Ron and the rest of them had done to get in the
way of the Dark Lord's rise to power.

Then there was that dirty, soiled, repulsive little Mudblood, Granger.
Always there to give the other two morons a solution to a problem.  To
remove her would render the other two helpless, but it had been tried
multiple times.  They'd always managed to wriggle their way out of
danger.  She was perhaps the one Pansy hated the most... She wasn't
a Pureblood.  She wasn't even a Half-blood!  She came from a Muggle
family, and yet she was one of the most powerful witches in all of
Hogwarts history.  She was the first to master a spell and always
ready with an answer to every question.  Teachers were amazed by her
and were constantly praising her publicly.

It was sickening the way they fawned at her feet.

If only they could maneuver around these three... If they could just
get rid of one of them, they other two would be easy to get rid of.
And without them, the Dark Lord could concentrate on his true goal.

Hostile takeover.

And when the day finally came when the Death Eaters could walk around
without worries of being killed... When they could at last cleanse and
purify the wizarding world, ridding the land of those who had dared to
fight against him as well as the repulsive Mudbloods, starting with
Granger (if she hadn't already been killed that is)... When the Muggle
world was at long last put to good use and enslaved their life... On
that day, Pansy would at last be content... And her name would become
Pansy Malfoy.

All right, it didn't exactly have a ring to it, but it was still music
to her ears.

Still, she knew in the back of her mind that the day would not be
entirely happy.  That was the one draw back to this entire ordeal.
She could never hope to have all she longed for if she continued
walking down this road... And she knew she could not stray from her
path.  She had sealed her fate long ago.

She was Pansy Parkinson.  Future wife to Draco Malfoy.  She would
provide him an heir.  She would be an ornament to hang on his arm.
She would be his wife, confidant, lover, and friend.  She would be
everything to him...

She just wouldn't be in love with him.

Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind.  Pansy
swiftly chased all of those thoughts out of her mind as though she
were worried he might be able to tell what she was thinking.  She
allowed a mischievous grin to play on her red lips and settled back
into the cooling water.  She laughed dryly and didn't open her eyes.

"Now, who would be so audacious as to interrupt my thoughts... Not
many have that sort of nerve." She snorted slightly and said, "It must
be Draco."

"Right as usual," the blond said, his desire permeating every single
syllable that fell from his silver tongue.  "I do have quite a lot
of nerve..." He said huskily behind her, his hands running up and down
her arms. "And I believe you'll like the interruption I provide."

"Will I now?" Pansy said, trying to sound unconvinced. "Now I was
sitting her rather enjoying myself, my bath, and my thoughts.  I don't
see how you could offer anything better."

Draco seemed to halt for a while in their normal routine... Oh sure,
foreplay wasn't of any use in the beginning, but now that some of their
desires had been cooled, they had to build it up again.  He rested his
chin on her smooth shoulder and spoke softly in her ear.  "What were you
thinking about?"

"Oh, just things..." Pansy said teasingly, "The future mostly."

Draco nibbled lightly on her ear, eliciting a tiny gasp from her.  He
chuckled and said, "Our future you mean?"

"Oh yes..." Pansy said as her breath started to become ragged.

Draco's grey eyes lit up a little and he quickly went back to the
matter at hand.  "Now what were talking about before...?  Ah yes,
distractions and how I was sure you'd like mine.  Well since you doubt
me..." Draco grinned evilly and sank his teeth into the delicate flesh
on Pansy's neck, which now caused her to cry out in the proverbial
mixture of pleasure in pain.  He chuckled again and said, "Did you
like that?"

"Yes..." Pansy said softly.  He didn't have to ask the question.  Had
she been in more control of her faculties, she would have added, "You
know how I like it."  But such talk was beyond her now.  He drove her
crazy, beyond the point of words.

Draco laughed again, his hand drifting down towards her chest.  Pansy
was now having a very hard time catching her breath and she
practically trembled with anticipation.  His fingers were making
feather-like touches on her breasts that left goosebumps in their
wake.  She shivered at the rare, gentle caress.  "Do you like that?"

"Yes, Draco..."

Then Draco grabbed her breasts, holding them in a vice like grip.
Pansy arched her back, throwing her head back and gasping loudly.  This
was more like it.  This was how the two Slytherins made love.  It
was painful, incredibly painful... But it created a fire down below.
She wanted more of it.  More of him.

The blond behind her just smirked.  He didn't even ask her this time.

"Draco..." Pansy somehow managed to force out.

"Yes Pansy dear?"

No, the relationship between the two of them was not love... It was
often mistaken by others and perhaps even sometimes themselves as
being love, but in the end they both knew it wasn't so.  They would
one day be in control, but for the time being they were pawns in the
dangerous game that the Dark Lord and his father controlled.  But they
were far from innocent children who were being used.  In a way, they
wanted to be used because that meant that they would one day be on top
of the world.  And they had no qualms with power.  So, what Draco and
Pansy felt for each other was not love...

"Get in here."

It was lust.

"With pleasure."

Plain and simple.