amortentia [d.m]

chapter. 22

*** Freyja's pov

"Ok, so Potter. How will you get him to shag you?", Pansy sits beside me in my bed.
"Good boys love bad girls, besides he's a gryffindor. He doesn't think anything through, plus he's impulsive. If I can't shag him I will just shag Granger, she's easy.", and hot.
"He's probably small!", Pansy bursts into laughter and I join in.

"You know that really short skirt of yours, can I lend it from you?"
Snape had made P go back to her dorm to change when she arrived in class with it.
"Yeah, sure.", She gets my idea.

I'll 'drop' my quill (classic) in front of both Potter and Draco, bending down will expose most of my bum. I hope the testosterone gets to their heads. Both of them.

*** Draco's pov

"You called her Frey! You're in deep! You sure she won't tell? I mean-"
"I get it Nott. I fucked up. Badly. Bloody hell!", I cannot believe I called whatever-her-name-was Frey!
"You know P is best mates with her, right?"
"Pansy Parkinson and Freyja Hekseberg, best mates? Have you gone mad?! They're friends?"
The two most feared slytherin girls are best mates. I'm in deeper shit than I thought.
"I know it's shocking and all. They seem happy. I don't know. Plus, I'm shagging P."
"You what?- oh, that explains 'P'"
"Yeah.", Nott awkwardly ruffles through his hair.

"Well, how can I get back at her. I mean she shagged Zabini and you."
"Me?"
"Don't lie."
"I'm not."
"You're not? Fuck!", I slam my plans on the desk.
"Malfoy!? What have you done?"
"I-I thought she had moved on. But she hadn't. Fuck.", I rub my eyes.

I go about my day, know I just fucked up all of it. Our whole relationship. I can't chase her either. I won't chase. She still shagged Zabini.

Fuck.

*** Freyja's pov

"Ms. Parkinson.", McGonagall points at her.
"A transforming spell.", She speaks.

I drop my quill of the desk.
"Blimey."
I bend down, feeling the eyes on me.
"What are you looking at Potter?!", Draco shoots up from his desk, and now has his fist in Potter's face.
"Boys!", McGonagall shouts.
Draco sits back down, as do I.

It worked.

...

"Brilliant, Frey. You should have seen their faces. The jaws were at the floor.", She explains.
My smile is huge.

"Hekseberg, wait!", Potter shouts. I smirk and turn around.
"What?"
"I-I..", His feet giggle like jello.
"You what?"
He kisses me, and slams me against the wall. Pansy hurried away.
Wow, I guess he has some game.
"In here.", He drags me into a broom-close.
He opens my shirt, revealing my bra.
"Blimey.", His eyes light up. My shirt is now off.

He pushes me again yet another wall. Potter sure likes his walls. He's sloppy. He's the worst kisser ever.

I hear a loud pounding at the door.
"Potter!", ah yes, Draco has arrived.
He pulls the door open and I pull away from Potter.
Potter is know standing there, clueless. In front of me and Draco.
I smile wickedly, and make my way out.
"W-What?", Potter stands there stunned.
"Bye boys!", I say, while standing in the doorway.
"Have fun!", I laugh.

...

"You should have seen their faces!", I hand P the bottle of alcohol.
"I can't begin to imagine!"
"I feel a little bad, Potter might pull something. I hope not."
"Do not worry. He's a wuss. Besides, we're smarter then him. Much smarter."

*** Draco's pov

"She shagged Potter!"
"Calm down, she wants you to be jealous. And it's working.", He gestures to me.
"Piss off!", I walk to the bathroom, and slam the door shut.

He's nothing compared to me. She didn't like it. She didn't finish. I hope. She didn't, I'm sure. Well not completely. Pathetic Potter.