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Conquest by writers_passion
Chapter 15 : Drastic Measures
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Draco left the empty classroom quite some time after Granger did. At first it was just in case if anyone was lurking nearby, it wouldn’t be known that the two of them had been together. And then after a while he was just there; sitting atop a desk with his hands cupped just thinking. Mostly it was absentminded thinking with absolutely no direction at all.

After a sigh and a smile, Draco had to say that he was impressed. It wasn’t like he was expecting the kiss to be bad or anything, but not by any means the way that it was. It was far from gentle and beyond the levels of the ordinary, goody-goody, I’m-better-than-you persona Granger showed off day by day.

“I knew it.” He said aloud. Draco had known that there was something more to the mudblood than just books. Her feisty attitude towards him was one. And what had lain behind that kiss was now another. “And now the countdown begins.” He added and did the minor calculations in his head. It was Tuesday now, and it would take three days before Granger would talk to him again, and their talking was ensured since she did have his book.

“So Friday it is,” Draco mused aloud as he traversed the halls back to the Slytherin common room. A few seconds later he could hear footsteps mimicking his own.

“What’s happening on Friday?” Pansy asked as she fell in step with Draco. He didn’t respond to her but just kept his steady stride. “Draco? Oh, so you’re not talking to me now? Oh, come on, you can’t seriously be mad at me. I’m not going to beg you to talk to me, you know.” She added irately. “…Though it would be nice after you made me get into trouble.”

“You brought that little bit of trouble to yourself.”

You’re the one who told Peeves to lie to me!”

“Ah, technicalities,” Draco smiled wickedly at her. “But you had it coming. You do know that, don’t you?”

“All I was trying to do was to get a little information.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “Was that so wrong?”

“Well, since I nailed your arse for it, I’d say that it was wrong.”

“Fine, fine, I won’t do it again…or at least anytime soon.”

“Good,” Draco replied. “And now that you’ve learned your lesson, you’ve got one question and one question only. Use it wisely.”

“Alright… That walk with Granger that gave me the wild goose chase –is that an upcoming plan for you or did you already take it and how was it?”

Draco grinned at Pansy’s question or questions rather, for she had managed to work in two questions in one. Well, I did tell her to use it wisely. He thought and proceeded to answer. “It happed two nights before.”

“Really..? And what happened on your little midnight stroll?”

“Nothing much –a walk around the lake, casual talk, sarcastic remarks, and back sometime near two a.m.”

“Sounds like one hell of a boring night.” Pansy said repulsed. “But after hearing this I know that I can go to bed with a smile on my face.”

“Why?” Draco asked with a brow raised.

“Because you struck out, that’s why. The fact that you got absolutely nowhere with the mudblood will bring me a wonderful dream tonight.”

“…You know, I can’t help but wonder why you want to see me fail the biggest conquest of my life.”

“Because it’s Granger, Draco… She doesn’t deserve to have you.”

“Come now, Pansy, we must learn to share.” Draco said in a patronizing tone. “Besides, she’s not having me, I’m taking her. There’s a difference.”

“Difference or difference not, it’s driving me insane.”

“Well luckily for me I don’t have to take your feelings into consideration.” He replied, and could see Pansy scowling from the corner of his eye. They continued their way to Slytherin House in silence, and as they entered in through the portrait hole, Pansy stopped him in the middle of the entryway as the portrait closed behind them.

“Okay, so you don’t care about how I feel.” She said snippily. “You’re cold and heartless and you don’t care about anyone but yourself. I get that. But you could, at the very least, make me feel better in the only way how.”

Even though where they were standing was dark, Draco could tell that Pansy was smiling. He really shouldn’t have been giving in. Pansy was still supposed to be on punishment, but he was still reeling from Granger’s kiss and needed something to tie him over for the rest of the night. So, just this once, Draco broke his little unwritten rule and kissed the eager brunette. Her hands found the collar of his robes in the dark and she grasped them tight. Before Draco was able to retaliate and hold onto her, Pansy broke the kiss off and stared at him.

“Someone’s been kissing you.” She declared.

“How the hell can you tell that?”

“Those lips of yours have been mine for years.” Pansy told him with a chuckle in her voice. “You think I don’t know when you’ve been tampered with?”

“In that case, someone’s been kissing you too.” Draco said to her. “Who, I wonder.”

“Now you know I don’t kiss and tell. Makes me look trashy,”

“If that makes you look trashy, then I wonder about the other things you do.”

“Well, so much for me telling you who’s been kissing me just as good as you.” Pansy said angrily as she led the way from the portrait hole entrance and into the common room. Draco simply strode in behind her with his hands gently placed at the rim of his trousers.

“What makes you think that I want to know that badly?” He asked. She smiled and crossed her arms.

“Because you asked… And you never ask something you don’t want the answer to. And now I’ll never give it to you.”

Draco tried his best not to scowl at her. This was one of those rare instances where Pansy had him good –not that he’d ever let on that she had something over him, that is. Just like she was used to him having the go-arounds with whichever Hogwarts female he wished, Draco was used to the same. It never bothered him so long as he could keep tabs. There wasn’t a single moment where he didn’t know who was giving Pansy her pleasure of the week, and though he hated to admit it, and though he would eventually find out through other means, it was still driving him mad that she would so blatantly deny him an answer.

And she was going to walk upstairs too. Pansy was going to leave him in the common room with an almost-present scowl and go to sleep victorious. But Draco never lost. And even when things seemed completely out of his favor, it never truly was, and now he was beginning to smile at Pansy’s retreating form.

“…It was Granger.”


“It was Granger who had the satisfaction of kissing me.” Draco grinned at her, and he could see Pansy’s triumphant smile begin to falter immediately.

“Well, then, we have some unfinished business to attend to now that you’ve just said that.” She told him as she headed back to where he stood.

“And what business is that, might I ask?”

“I promised to get that mudblood’s taste out of your mouth after you’ve kissed her, remember? That little kiss we just had simply won’t be enough to get rid of it.”

“No, thanks,”

“No?” Pansy said confused. “What do you mean, no?”

“No, as in no,” Draco further explained in a childish manner. “I think I like the taste of Granger’s tongue in my mouth.” He smiled broadly, and to add to the effect he passed his own tongue over his upper lip and then casually walked passed her to head to the dormitories. “Good night, Pansy.” Draco chimed near the top of the stairs and he could hear her cursing heavily.


Draco was putting away his journal in his secret place by the time Blaise came in. They gave each other curt nods before Draco asked if Pansy was downstairs. Blaise shook his head, no.

“Just a few unimportant Slytherins…”

“Damn, I wanted to see if she was still fuming.” He reminisced. “I pissed her off not too long ago and it was priceless.”

Blaise smiled and then laughed. He tossed his tie onto his bed and shortly after, his robe. “What did you do to her?”

“Told her that I kissed Granger,”

“Good one,” Blaise said as he collapsed onto his bed. “If she’s pissed now, I wonder how she’ll be when you actually kiss Granger.”

“I did.” Draco told him, and Blaise’s ears perked up in immediate interest.

“You’re serious? Well, how was it? I’d bet a million that she was freaked out of her mind when you reminded her about your little deal with that book.”

“Of course she was.” Draco agreed. “Granger practically took the bloody mood out of everything. She wouldn’t shut up, so I just kissed her and…”


“…And it was better than I thought it would be.”

“You’re kidding.” Blaise laughed. “Was she really that good?”

Draco smiled and nodded. “She really was Blaise. I thought she’d be shy, but, far from it. Soft lips, sweet tongue –I swear I can still smell whatever perfume she was wearing.”

Blaise cocked a brow at his friend who had drifted off into his own little world somewhere talking about Granger’s lips and tongue. He waited for a few seconds to see if Draco would come out of his reverie on his own, but seeing that he hadn’t Blaise coughed, and that took him right out of it.

“You almost make me want to try Granger for myself, mate.” He told him, and Draco smirked before telling Blaise that he’d have a long wait because he wouldn’t be finished with Granger for quite a while.

“I’m not letting her go that easy. Not after that,” Draco mumbled to himself.


Blaise was whistling a tune as he headed to Pansy’s room. Draco had left a while ago, saying that he was in the mood for causing a bit of mischief before he went to sleep. Blaise had declined his invitation to go along with him and decided to see what his dangerous, yet regrettably loved, friend was doing. He performed a small spell to make sure that the room was empty save Pansy, and once he was sure that she was alone, he pushed the door open and smiled.

“Someone’s losing our bet.” Blaise sang loud enough for her to hear. Pansy snapped her head to him and turned back after giving a huff.

“I’ve already told you, I’m not losing anything.”

“Yes, but that was before Draco and Granger did the famous tongue-of-war.”

“That still doesn’t change anything.” She told him, and Blaise chuckled.

“In denial, I see. But of course you didn’t hear Draco talk about the kiss. He actually lost touch with reality. I think you probably would’ve died if you saw his face.”

“So what..? I don’t care. Let him fawn over the mudblood if he wants. Soon enough none of this will even matter and I’ll be the one singing in an annoying arse voice ‘someone’s lost our bet.’”

Blaise was completely surprised at her tone. It was then that he noticed how the dormitory smelled, and that the smell was originating from whatever it was that Pansy was hunched over.

“Pansy,” He said slowly. “What are you doing?”

Pansy looked over her shoulder and smiled evilly at him. “Brewing,” She replied, and moved out of the way to see that a petite cauldron and fire was hovering about six inches off of her bed. “This, dear Blaise, is the solution to this whole mess and ensures my winning our little bet.”

“And what potion is that that’s going to give that to you?”

“A Lust Potion, of course,” Pansy answered. “A bit of this served to Draco and he’ll be even more aroused than he already is on a daily basis. He will have screwed Granger before we can even blink, and then he can get rid of the mudblood and focus on more important matters –namely me.”

“You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Blaise commented. “You don’t even realize that this could backfire on you.”

“How..? It’s full proof.”

“Only if it’s not too late… What if Granger already got under Draco’s skin? Then what? Instead of winning you could just as well be losing our bet. Not that I mind in the slightest.”

“Well, you have your thoughts on the matter, and I have mine. We’ll just have to see who wins.”

“Me, more than likely,” Blaise said as he watched her bottle the finished potion. “Because you do know that I have to tell Draco about what you’re planning to do, don’t you?”

“Of course you’re going to tell him, because you’re Draco’s biggest arse-kisser in the whole world.” Pansy scoffed at him, but she then waved the potion in front of his face and grinned.

“You do what you have to do, but believe me when I say that this potion will find its way down Draco’s throat even if I have to shove it down.”


Day one of Granger ignoring Draco was going just as he thought it would. As he was sitting at the Slytherin table for breakfast with Pansy and Blaise, he continually checked to see when she was going to come in. When she did, Draco stared at her heavily, and as if Granger knew that his eyes were upon her, she looked up, her cheeks tinged violently, and she hurried her steps to her table and sat down; making sure that she was sitting in front of two very tall Gryffindors.
Draco smiled and gently shook his head as he ate his breakfast. Blaise was sitting across from him and was relatively silent; giving an occasional glance at Pansy, who was sitting right beside him and had that potion in her hand underneath the table.

“Having a good morning, Draco?” Pansy asked him casually. “You’re smiling endlessly.”

“…Her cheeks resemble a cherry.” He replied with a mischievous smirk, and Pansy stared at him in confusion, while Blaise began to chuckle.

“He’s talking about Granger.” Blaise said and almost thought he could hear Pansy grinding her teeth. “If she’s like this now, how is she going to act when you’re in class together in the next few minutes?”

“No idea, but I’m looking forward to it.”

“What for..?” Pansy questioned. “Nothing’s going to happen. She’s just going to bloody ignore you.”

“And while she ignores me she’s going to think.” Draco told her. “She’s going to sit and reflect on everything that’s been happening these last few weeks. No, she won’t be talking to me today. Hell, she won’t even be looking at me, but with me in the same room it’ll do all the necessary damage.”

“And that’s what you’re going to be doing until Friday? Oh please, why don’t you just ravish her already?”

“Because rushing into things is what completely screws you over.” Blaise answered, and Draco nodded to him in agreement.

“You see Pansy, Blaise has learned something from being around me all these years. Why couldn’t you?”

Pansy’s eyes narrowed at that, and a moment later Draco was leaning over to the right to pick up his rucksack that had “mysteriously” fallen over. Blaise watched as Pansy pocketed her wand that she held hidden under the table. She then quickly leaned over the table and poured the Lust Potion she had in her hand into Draco’s goblet, and then resettled herself back in her seat before Draco had brought his attention back to the table.

“…I swear I’m insanely thirsty.” Pansy said after a minute or so as she drained her goblet and set it back down. “Draco, let me have yours, will you?”

“What makes you think I don’t want it?” Draco asked her.

“You never finish your goblet in the morning. No point in wasting it. Give it here.”

Draco eyed her and picked up his goblet. He pretended to hand it over and then hastily brought it back to him with a small smile on his face. “I think I’d like to finish this, thanks.”

“Suit yourself,” Pansy said, trying very hard not to produce a smile of her own.

As Draco began to bring to goblet to his lips, Blaise couldn’t believe that Pansy was actually getting things her way. “Draco,” He said calmly.

“What?” He asked with the goblet an inch or so from his lips.
Blaise stared at him and internally sighed before saying, “Better hurry up. I think I just saw Granger leaving.”

Draco nodded and Pansy and Blaise watched as he drained the goblet in just a few seconds. A moment later they were saying bye to him as he gathered his rucksack and made his way out of the Great Hall.

“You didn’t stop him.” Pansy said bemused, but happy nonetheless.

“Yeah, I know.” Blaise replied, still amazed at what he had just done. But after a few seconds he was grinning. “But then I began thinking that it would be a nice change for Draco to be under control rather than in it.”

“And that, my friend, is why you were placed in Slytherin the first place.”

author's: well, you can't say that pansy isnt desperate lol....and i'm curious about what you guys think about blaise and how he is in this. you know, like his relationship to draco and pansy and his "loyalty" constantly going back and forward between. i just love writing him :)

hope that you liked it!!

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