Aster's POV

"I might see if Dean's free tonight" I murmur, as I finish off my Transfiguration homework. My dry quill scratches against the parchment, the sound making me grit my teeth.

"Dean?" Harper says in surprise, drawing small daisies in the corner of her textbook.

"Yeah, we had a good time last summer.."

"Ah I see what you mean" Harper says, looking up from her textbook, "a good time" she emphasises, her eyebrows wiggling.

"I'm bored" I groan, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"I think you're just frustrated because you still haven't snagged your little secret crush". She stretches out on the rug beneath her, and gives a small groan as she wiggles her toes.

"I don't have a crush on anyone." I say through gritted teeth.

"Girl, who is this boy that's got you so secretive and fussy?" she says, staring up at the ceiling.

I put my quill down in response and fold my homework neatly.

"I'm not being fussy" I moan.

I see her smile at the dark ceiling, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"Where's Blaise?" I ask, desperate for the conversation to change.

"In his room" Harper replies as she twists onto her belly.

"We gotta go soon. Let me go get him" I say, her dark eyes slightly scaring me.

I jump up from the floor and make my way towards the boys dormitory. Girl's arent allowed in boys rooms but we can walk the hallways between the dormitories. Knocking on his door, I tap my foot impatiently. After a few drawling minutes, Blaise finally opens his door. His brown eyes look tiresome and his Slytherin quidditch top crinkled.

"C'mon we gotta go, the game starts soon" I say, nodding my head towards the hallway.

Blaise grunts in reply, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Whats up?" I ask. Blaise wasn't one to talk about his feelings, but he had been quiet lately and the look in his eyes made me stop.

He pulls his scarf from the top of his bedpost before he replies.

"Later" he says, giving me a nod towards Nott, head resting on his bed frame fast asleep.

I give Blaise space as he steps past me and out into the hallway. Before I can continue, he walks straight towards the common room, not waiting for me to follow. I frown as I watch his back disappear around the corner.

I shut Blaise's door quietly and start walking towards the common room. Before I know, I'm being pulled into a room to my left. A boys room.

"What the fu-" I squeal. Strong hands push me against a wall. Draco looks down at me, one hand above my shoulder the other slamming the door behind us. He blocks me in with his tall figure.

"What are you doing in the boys dormitory Flint?" a smirk growing on his sculptured face. His silver eyes sparkle.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?!" I say through gritted teeth. I struggle against his chest, the distance between us non-existent.

"Can't handle the heat Flint?" he says, his voice hoarse and husky. The switch in tone makes my legs feel like jelly.

"Get off me" I say quietly, fully aware that I really don't want him to get off me at all.

He tilts his head closer, his eyes drift towards my lips. His breath hot on my skin.

He doesn't speak, he just watches my lips as if waiting for me to move. I can feel my heart thumping beneath my shirt, so forcefully that I know that he can feel it too.

Before it goes further, I push him off, this time successfully. He stumbles back, his eyes still on my lips.

I don't say anything as I open the door to leave. But I do take a second to look him up and down, giving him a smirk I know would make lesser men fall to their feet.

Draco's POV

I had no idea what I was doing. I just saw her and pounced.

What the fuck was I thinking getting mixed up with a half-blood!?

I pinched the bridge of my nose in disgust, dragging my fingers along my skin and down my cheeks.

I paced my room. Thank god I didn't have anyone bunk with me, because if they saw that, my reputation would be utterly fucked.

What was she doing to me?  Her lips were so full and perfect, just the thought of those on my dick sent me in a frenzy.

Fuck, there I go again.

I slam my door on the way out of my room and storm through the common room. My eyes locked on the back of the portrait leading outside. The turbulent infurriation boils under my skin, as I shove anyone and everyone in my way. Yells and grunts follow my path of destruction but I keep going. I reach the Great hall and scan the countless heads for Pansy.

I need an escape and quick, before I do something I regret.

Pansy makes a big fucking deal about me coming to her in public for once. I keep my mouth shut as she giggles and prances up from the table, giving her friends a cringe-worthy wink.

I don't wait for her. I storm back out of the hall and down a small corridor to the left. After a few more twists and turns and Pansy's giggling echoing behind me I find an empty, abandoned hallway. Only dim flames brighten the patchy hallway, hidden behind opaque sconces. All I can see is Pansy's dark hair striking against her pale skin. Her eyes wide in submission.

She waits until I nodd. She steps timidly before me, her eyes scanning my face. I give her no emotions, I just stare coldly into the darkness behind her.

"You know what I like Parkinson" I say, holding her chin up and painstakingly looking into her cold eyes.

She gives me a smug smile.

She kneels down in front of me, her wide eyes drifting to my fly. Her hands apprehensively opening my zipper.

"I haven't got all day," I say under my breath. She looks up, her cheeks blushed and patchy. Her blushing school girl look does nothing for me and I inwardly sigh.

She pulls out my length into her cold hands and I bite my lip at the cool touch. I lean my back onto the rough stones behind me, my hands behind my head.

She finally envelopes her mouth around me, her tongue rushing its way through its job. I clench my fists at the touch, closing my eyes so I don't have to watch who's doing this to me.

She moves her head up and down, slowly at first, she groans before she goes faster and I squeeze my eyes in response.

"Fuck" I grunt.

She takes this as a compliment and grips the back of my thighs. I just want this over and down with, I just want a release from all the tension.

After what feels like forever, I finally cum, not giving her the privilege of warning before it shoots to the back of her throat. She coughs in response but doesn't complain. I know she enjoys this. The first time this happened, I made sure she was ok. But this was what it was like with us. I told her what to do and she did it. She told me once, that's what she found attractive about me, my dominance. I scoffed at her when she admitted that.

I don't watch as she stands up. I just zip myself up and brush myself off.

"We haven't done that in a while" she says, her whiny voice seems to echo in the empty hallways and it rings harshly in my ears.

"It's a once off Pansy, I needed a distraction" I say, quietly but sure.

She doesn't flinch, she probably knew that before we started. I look up and I see her shrug in the dimness.

"You remember our deal, Draco" she mutters.

I nod. We were not to tell anyone the details of our....friendship.

The only thing I admire about Pansy.

She gives me a smirk and then turns on her heels and walks off, leaving me in the cool dim hallway, alone.

Aster's POV

We end up sitting huddled on a bench watching the game in the afternoon sun, Blaise on my left and Harper on my right. Harper chats to Fred to her right, I can hear her flirtatious tone drift through the cool wind. I watch the game unfold in front of me, Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff.

We don't normally watch every quidditch match, but for some reason the games have given us all a reprieve from our relentless studies this year. Perhaps the severity of taking our NEWTS next year is finally casting a shadow over our studies.

I feel Blaise tense, his shoulder brushing against mine. I peer over my shoulder and find him grimacing, confused. I look ahead searching the game for what has made him tense. Nothing.

Then I hear Harper.

"Do you want to join me for a butterbeer this weekend?" she says her voice going up an octave.

I hear Fred laugh and accept, before he starts another joke about Hogsmeade causing Harper to bellow in reply.

I look back at Blaise and see anger steadily rising in his brown eyes. His eyes flick towards mine as if suddenly realising I'm staring. My eyes widen in question.  He crinkles his nose  in response, his annoyance evidently displayed.

I'm suddenly well aware of the situation I am currently in, squished between a boy that just wants one girl and another that wants the attention of all.

My heart sinks for the both of them.

The game finished, Hufflepuff winning by a landslide. Fred and Harper are still chatting, her head flicks back with laughter, her pretty black curls bouncing in the wind. I quickly step up from the bench and beckon Blaise to follow and leave the two chatting. He avoids looking over at them and instead heads straight for the stairway.

Blaise says nothing while we walk side by side to the common room. The tension feels timid and awkward for the pair of us and inattentively tap my nails against the side of my leg as we walk.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" I say, careful to keep my tone neutral.

He continues walking, staring straight ahead. I let us walk in silence.

Once we are away from the crowd, he stops and slouches down onto the nearest stone bench, nestled in a small archway.

"I have no idea what I'm doing" he starts, his head between his knees.

I furrow my eyebrows in response,not sure how to respond to this confession. Us Syltherin's werent used to emotional declarations, unless they were in celebration for something we had achieved.

I sit tentatively beside him and fiddle with my scarf.

"She has no idea does she?" he asks me, tilting his head towards me, his eyes full of sorrow.

"I had no idea before now" I admit, giving him a small smile.

"Do I tell her?" he asks, his eyes doleful.

I pause. Harper was not in the slightest bit ready to digest this information. This could completely destroy our dynamic.

"No" I say, probably selfishly.

He blanches at the answer, but he nods.

"I thought so" he whispers.

I don't explain and he doesn't ask. We both sit there staring at our knees waiting for an answer that probably won't come.