dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

Well, what else am I meant to call her? Is she your girlfriend, then?

-rolls eyes again- Fine! You’re frizzy haired, formerly bucktoothed, Gryffindor lover needs to keep my name out of her mouth, or she and I are going to have serious problems.

I’m handling it, Parkinson—she thinks that you’re still trying to take me to bed. You can just call her Granger—it’s simple, really. It’s just her bloody surname; you don’t have to add all of the damn adjectives.

…I don’t have girlfriends, you know that. It’s not my style; don’t be ridiculous. Like I’d ever date a Gryffindor.

Well, handle it better! Isn’t it bad enough that I never see you? Why do you think I never even bother coming around anymore?! I’m not trying to bed you for, Merlin’s sake. I had a plaything, he was just fine, thank you very much.

Fine. Granger. Satisfied?! Ugh, don’t you think I know that better than anyone, Malfoy?! Honestly.  I know you would never date a lion, I’m not stupid. But she must be, if she thinks acting like that will make you change your mind.

..Did you stand up for me?

dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

Uhmm… You’re little frizzy haired fucktoy can’t keep my name out of her mouth. Honestly, Draco.. If you want to play with her, that’s fine, but can she at least keep me out of it?

…Don’t call her a fucktoy, Pansy. Seriously.

Well, what else am I meant to call her? Is she your girlfriend, then?

-rolls eyes again- Fine! You’re frizzy haired, formerly bucktoothed, Gryffindor lover needs to keep my name out of her mouth, or she and I are going to have serious problems.

dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

Maybe that’s because these two fucking idiots won’t stop SCREAMING it.

Merlin, you two. Can you ever NOT fight? - disgusted eye rolling-

What the hell crawled up your arse and died, Parkinson?

Uhmm… You’re little frizzy haired fucktoy can’t keep my name out of her mouth. Honestly, Draco.. If you want to play with her, that’s fine, but can she at least keep me out of it?

Maybe that’s because these two fucking idiots won’t stop SCREAMING it.

Merlin, you two. Can you ever NOT fight? - disgusted eye rolling-

dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

Nothing, Draco. Where’ve you been hiding? I never see you anymore. -pouts-

You’re the one who disappears for days on end, Parkinson—don’t blame our estranged relationship on me.

I have NOT been disappearing! Our est- wait, what! Excuse you. Since when are we estranged? I can never find you!

dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

I want a drink and smoke buddy….

Actually… You know what?

 Fuck it, I’ll drink alone.

What crawled up your knickers and died, Parkinson?

Nothing, Draco. Where’ve you been hiding? I never see you anymore. -pouts-

I want a drink and smoke buddy….

Actually… You know what?

 Fuck it, I’ll drink alone.

calebthethornleyinyourside:

It had been a while since Caleb had seen Pansy. He wasn’t sure why that was the case. He hadn’t been up to much of anything and they hadn’t seen each other around. He enjoyed their flirtation or whatever it could be called. He liked being around her. She was amusing and not to mention extremely attractive and generally willing to indulge him. He missed seeing her around. It was because of all these things combined with an immense amount of boredom that Caleb decided on a plan to seek her out. He went down to the kitchens for supplies. He carried a basket and on a final whim he went back into his room to change his outfit. He found the maid costume in perfect condition. He had worn it once on Halloween as part dare, part for his own amusement. He put it on and admired his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were full of laughter. He looked simultaneously silly and still rather attractive. This time, it was part joke, part wondering what Pansy would say. He grabbed the basket once more and headed over to Pansy’s room. He knocked three times and announced to her, “Room service.”

Pansy had spent a lot of time hiding lately. Sh efelt guilty, and silly, and rather….odd about the way she was feeling. She wasn’t sure she liked it. And s much as she would never admit it, she had been avoiding Caleb. She liked spending time with him, and liked his attentions to her, and she loved how hot he was, b ut it was beginning to make her uncomfortable how strongly she was feeling, especially since he’d made no effort to find her. She knew that their arrangement was pretty much just that…an arrangement.. he was meant to be her plaything, but she just couldn’t shake the toughts of him being with others from her mind. She hated that she was jealous. Again.

The knock and call startled her, in her haze of smokey glory, and she sho up in bed, her tiny, curved figure cutting through the smoke like a knife. “Uhm.. What?” she called back confused. What the hell? Caleb, wait, waht? “Uh, come in?”

dracoseduction:

fuckingpansyparkinson:

You…. You slept with Granger. Question. Oh, wait, no. You just aid you don’t know… Huh… That’s… Well, that’s…. Huh.  -doesn’t really know what to say-

…I did, alright. I slept with Hermione bloody Granger.

Well…..Hmm… I… Was she any good?