You Are Why

Chapter One

"How can there not be one single, straight Slytherin girl that you haven't completely pissed off and alienated?" Blaise rubbed his temples, slumping back in his seat.

"It's a talent," Draco snarled.

It wasn't the greatest time to walk into Slytherin commons, if you can imagine. Pansy's eyes lit up at the sight of Y/N. "Of course!"

"No," Draco rebutted. "Absolutely not."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Y/N stepped closer to the hearth they'd gathered at, albeit hesitantly.

Pansy smirked. "Draco needs a partner."

"For what?"

"It's confidential," she cautioned the Muggle, gesturing for her to sit beside her on the settee. "But the Gryffindors have challenged the Slytherins to a standoff over fall break."

"How so?" Y/N narrowed her eyes, taking a seat.

"It's Potter and Weasley against Blaise and Draco and each person has to bring a partner. I'm Blaise's."

"Well I'll be Draco's," Y/N shrugged. "Long as I don't need to be able to do magic."

Pansy stood, starting up to the girl's dorms. "It's decided then. Let's go get ready, love."

She vaguely heard Draco's protests and Blaise's low chuckle but followed Pansy anyway. It would be an understatement to say that she wished she hadn't when Pansy started rifling through her drawers. "What exactly does this game entail?"

The black-haired girl smiled toothily, turning to her closet. "It's best if you don't know." She went over to the brunette and held up two sets before deciding on the black one. "It brings out the grey in your eyes."

"You want me to wear this?" Y/N asked, eyes practically bulging out of her head. "In front of people?"

"Looks that way, doesn't it?" she replied flippantly, beginning to strip and motioning for Y/N to do the same. "I'm straight, it's fine, go ahead."

She did start to undress, through squirming. Pansy was already dressed in a set identical to the one she'd handed Y/N, when Y/N unsnapped her bra. "Holy shit those are huge," the emerald clad girl gasped. "Do you wear a minimizer or something?"

"Yeah, I do," she flushed.

"Well don't worry," Pansy continued to stare at her breasts, "it's magic lingerie, spelled to fit the wearer." She chucked a pair of obsidian platform stilettos at her. "Those too."

"I really can't say I relish the idea of where this is heading," Y/N stammered, jamming on the shoes and tightening the little silk robe around her shoulders.

"I can pretty much guarantee that you won't, actually," Pansy grinned toothily, finger combing her hair in the mirror. She pursed her lips looking at Y/N. "You really don't need anything, you've always got that bedroom look about you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N found herself being propelled out of the room from behind.

"No," Pansy breathed in her ear, tipping her head towards Draco. "That is supposed to be a compliment."

Both men were clad in all black from their dress shoes and slacks to their belts and t-shirts. Draco's mouth, while not hanging open, had slackened from its usual tight purse and his eyebrows were raised ever so slightly above their natural resting position. Between the heels, anxiety and a light push from Pansy, Y/N toppled straight into him.

He caught her by the elbows, completely businesslike and set her back onto her feet just beside him. Pansy wove her arm through Blaise's and smiled. "We look good."