THE RAVENCLAW AFFAIR

Chapter 3: The Looking Glass

The Ravenclaw Affair

Chapter Three

He was tempted to wank in the common room, sprawled out and bathed in the soft, orange glow of the steady burning fire, with hopes that the frenzied witch would watch him from the loft above, but he thought better of it, just in the off chance that he'd read the Granger girl wrong. It hadn't even been a week and she was already lusting after him. He hoped to have her thoroughly broken in as his fuck buddy by January, when the weather turned cold and boredom set in. At least then he could spend the cold winter nights between the legs of the Granger girl and getting his rocks off on a regular basis. His plans were moving along at a pace that even astounded him. I might need to back off a little, he said to himself, because he didn't want her to fall head over heels for him anywhere near, or around the Christmas holidays. No, the holidays were off limits. Girlfriend's expected gifts, jewelry, in little velvet boxes all tied up with bows and ribbons and promises of love. It wasn't enough that he would go the whole nine yards in the bedroom, making a witch's toes curl when he worked his magic. Witches always wanted more, and it was a more that he was not willing to give. That's why Granger was a safe bet. For one, she hated him, and for two, she hated purebloods almost as much as he hated mudbloods. For that reason, she would make a great shag partner and he'd never even have to leave Ravenclaw. He remembered how he felt when the shocking sorting hat results revealed themselves before the entire flock of stunned and bewildered students that day in the Great Hall, and he too had reason for outcry, but when he considered everything, he began to look at the unique situation he found himself in, in a whole new light. Granger, on the whole was decent looking, although her hair was a wild, untamed nest, and the fact that they were the only two Ravenclaws at Hogwarts, made fucking her a no brainer. Second to that, was the fact that it would drive Harry Potter completely over the edge, and his sidekick, the brainless idiot, Weaselbee. He dropped his pants and lay down in bed with visions of Granger's hour glass hips and round arse, pointed up to the ceiling, as the bewitched paddle came down upon her, was a visual he'd not soon forget. But when he heard her say his name, his cock went immediately rigid. He was painfully erect still, so he wrapped his pale fingers around his shaft and gave it a few well-earned tugs. Just in case there was any doubt as to his intentions where the Granger girl was concerned, he made sure that his moans were well loud enough for her to hear.

He dressed quickly, as he heard her downstairs in the common room and he wanted her to at least see him before she raised her stuck up nose into the air and escaped through the portal. So he hurried down the spiral staircase and then stopped, blocking the girl so that she couldn't pass by him. "Morning Granger," he said with a smirk and she ignored him as she turned and gathered her books. "So last night...Spanky-"

"You're a filthy little cockroach," she said and then her hand flew to slap him, but he caught it before she could land the stinging blow. "Don't come near me or my dorm. If you do you'll be sorry," she glared at him. "You'll walk out of there with one less of something that you had when you walked in."

Draco's Adams apple bulged in his throat when he heard her warning. His plan had hit a snag, but it was only a snag.

There was an artic chill at the Ravenclaw table, so Draco decided to pay his Slytherin mates a visit. Harry Potter was sitting in his former spot, between those bloody oafs, Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden Boy looked to be lost in worry, so it was a perfect opportunity to get under his skin. "What's the matter Potter, you look like you just lost your Mum? Oh no wait, you did."

"Shove off Malfoy, before I lose my temper."

"I just wanted to ask you about Granger. What's her favorite color?"

"Why Draco? Going lingerie shopping again?" Blaise said and he winked. Old habits die hard. Harry Potter stood from the table with his wand in Draco's face.