It sounded almost like a laugh coming from the pink lips as they curled into a smile. Aidan had hoped that maybe there would be a little more humility between them, but what could you really expect from a Malfoy? She strolled into the room without permission. If he wasn’t going to at least treat her with some respect then he would receive the same treatment. Moving from the doorway to the bed, Aidan lay her hands on the solid wood foot board before smiling to him.
With a small grunt, Aidan lifted her body to sit on the sturdy wood board. Crossing one jean covered leg over the other, Aidan placed her hands in her lap and stared at Draco as he watched her movements. “Pansy mentioned that you’ve missed quite a few shag breaks between her shifts, not that I’d have noticed.”
Distrust would be the word Aidan would use to describe their relationship. They weren’t friends, they certainly were never a couple; it was just a mutually beneficial agreement. Since Aidan’s last year at Hogwarts, when she had met Draco Malfoy at a party in the Shrieking Shack, the two of them had been on a shag only bases. It just so happened that a one night stand turned into the best sex Aidan ever experienced. This was the only thing that made this blonde haired git worth the trouble.
Draco had a look of disgust on his face, that never bothered the brunette too much; her blood was as pure has his and that’s all that mattered. As she watched him, Aidan thought about what she would have to tell him. It was a scary thought. How would he react? Would he be upset and demand that Aidan do something about the situation? A hand moved protectively over her stomach.
“Do you remember the last time we shagged?” Aidan’s eyes looked into his, doing her best to show no signs of emotion. “At Parkison’s- in her bedroom?”
It was no secret that Draco and Pansy were an item, but it was no secret to Draco that Aidan never cared. As far as she had been concerned, all the shagging was a favor to Draco. Looking at a pug faced crumple horn snorkack during sex couldn’t have done him many favors in the bedroom. At least when he looked at Aidan, Draco was able to preform at full capacity. It was almost charity.
Upon reaching the final button, Draco shifts his attention to fetching his watch and clasping it into place across his wrist. Although it doesn’t actually tell the time in a traditional manner, it is one of his more valuable belongings, possessing the ability to remind of things he otherwise would have forgotten. Although it has been known to malfunction from time to time, it is an otherwise fantastic gift passed to him by a distant relative.
He turns to glance in the mirror, raking his hands through his hair in an attempt to slick it back into place. The flush from his vigorous workout has nearly left his cheeks, the normal milky paleness returning to its rightful place. Draco quirks a brow at the mention of Pansy, eyes moving to find Aidan in the mirror. A small smirk spreads across his features, eyes filling with mischief and a hint of curiosity.
“Of course I remember, how could one forget such a… memorable night?” There’s a slight pulse against his wrist and he glances down at the words crossing the face of his watch in extravagant cursive letters. “That reminds me, I was meant to return her owl. Apparently she’s interested in having a party of some sort for my return. Zabini’s in town, should be quite the affair.”
Clearing his throat, Draco turns, eyes connecting to the dark haired girl. It’s somewhat peculiar, Aidan bringing that up. As a general rule they typically don’t discuss their past dealings. Perhaps because it is so casual in nature, perhaps as a courtesy to Pansy. Either way... it’s a bit odd.
“Why do you ask Ms. Lovegood? Are you in need of round two? Because I’m sure we could arrange something.”
After all, there is something undeniably exciting about hooking up in your girlfriends bed with someone that isnt your girlfriend.