Tainted Love

Eyes

DRACO

Monday morning dawned dimly. It was pouring rain. It was barely September, and the air was still hot. Hot rain was the worst weather and his head hurt.

It had been a long weekend. It had been a long week, too.

He must have slept with five different girls since last Friday. One on Friday, then one on Saturday, then one on Thursday night, then two the next Friday. And one on Saturday, too. Six, then. Fuck.

The worst thing about it was that he couldn't really think of a reason why. He hadn't wanted to fuck them, not really. None of them were very interesting or beautiful or seductive. It had just been something to do.

Something that would get his mind off everything else.

Everything else being the fact that Pansy was in Paris with Blaise for a month or longer, and Iris was... Iris was Iris.

He was well aware of exactly what he had said to Iris. He had basically told her that he would keep fucking her. That was Tuesday, last Tuesday, almost two weeks ago, and he hadn't touched her since.

After Pansy sent him her letter, her declaration that she was always his, Draco found himself feeling almost guilty about planning to keep fucking around with Iris. Pansy was right. He was hers as much as she was his, and he should probably start behaving like it.

As much as he craved her jealousy sometimes, he cared about her in a way that he would never care about anyone else. He didn't want to hurt her, to risk her alienating herself from him.

And fucking Iris would definitely make her angry.

He brushed his hair back with his fingers, sighing as he stared at the raindrops beating against his window panes. There was almost nobody on the street. He supposed everyone was apparating to work.

It occurred to him that fucking six random girls in the same week wouldn't exactly appeal to Pansy either. But he knew it would be better, better than having Iris. Pansy liked having control over his emotions, and he liked having control over hers.

She wouldn't care, not really, if he got his end away with half of London as long as she was the only girl he wanted to see at the end of it. And he didn't care who she got engaged to as long as she said his name and nobody else's when he was inside her.

Even though Draco knew that he had no feelings for Iris, no emotional involvement whatsoever, it was distinctly possible that Pansy would think so. And he honestly didn't want to have to explain Iris away to her. He didn't want to risk the possibility that Pansy would mistake his relationship with Iris for something else and get angry.

Deep in his mind, though, he wasn't sure that that was all that was going on.

His life outside of Pansy hadn't just been a series of one-night stands. While she was engaged to the Beauxbatons boy, Draco had fucked around with Astoria Greengrass for almost half a year. She was unbearable to talk to, but fun enough in bed.

There had been a couple of other girls too, girls he had seen multiple times.

And Pansy had never cared.

So he wasn't quite sure why he felt so strongly that she would care about Iris.

Either way, though, he thought it was probably a good idea to stop fucking with her. It was complicating their work relationship, which he liked better when they both comfortably disliked each other.

It was more difficult than he imagined it being, though. He caught her looking at him sometimes with a sort of anticipation in her gaze, as if she thought he might grab her right here and fuck her like he had before.