Holla! I'm back. I know I should really be working on my Spencer/Mia series (I know you're all anxiously awaiting the next instalment), but I've hit a bit of writer's block with it, and I've been itching to write a Draco/Astoria fic for a while now. I'm thinking I'll work on this one for a while as I try to sort out what I want to happen with Spencer & Mia. For those waiting on a Spencer & Mia wedding (and maybe some little ones?), bear with me. It's coming.

Until then, enjoy my fun with Draco.

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy sighed audibly as a nearby group of drunken witches shrieked with laughter, their high pitched giggles like nails on a chalkboard. They'd been casting come hither looks in his direction for the past half hour, but Draco was pointedly ignoring them as he downed fire whiskey after fire whiskey. They weren't his type. Not really. They appeared to be fresh out of Hogwarts, and wore skimpy little dresses that he'd likely have enjoyed getting them out of, but to what end? So he could have an evening of fun, an adequately enjoyable shag, followed by days of dodging obsessive owls and surprise visits? So he could deal with a naïve young witch looking for a romantic relationship he wasn't prepared to offer? Hardly worth it.

Accepting another glass of burning amber liquid from the bartender who knew to never allow his glass to be empty for long, Draco straightened and moved to the far end of the bar, away from the gaggle of girls, hoping they'd have enough sense not to follow. He found a dark corner, void of girlish squeals and incessant chatter, and leaned against the glossy black bar coolly, scanning the throbbing crowd of drunk, dancing people. Some unfamiliar song by the Weird Sisters played from an unseen source, and multicolored lights flashed through the air to the rhythm of the music.

As he sipped the last bit of his whiskey, Draco decided he was ready to give up and go home. He'd thought he'd find himself a companion for the evening, someone who wouldn't expect him to bring her for breakfast or see her again after their night together, but no one had managed to pique his interest. A quiet evening alone in his flat, with fire whiskey of a much higher quality than the bar was serving, was starting to sound much more appealing the longer the evening dragged on. He could drink himself into a stupor, drown the dark thoughts and unending nightmares that plagued him most nights. Certainly he'd prefer to indulge in the comfort of a beautiful woman for the evening, but it seemed he wasn't going to achieve that particular fantasy tonight.

Then he saw her.

The crowd parted as she moved through it gracefully, eyes of both genders following her as she went. Gorgeous didn't even begin to cover it. Draco watched her closely, drinking in the sight of her, enjoying the way her little black dress clung to her, hugging her curves in the most mouth-watering way. A pair of dangerously high heels made her shapely legs seem to go on forever. Long, dark hair fell about her shoulders in a mess of sexy curls, and big blue eyes glittered brightly beneath a set of thick lashes. A sweet little button nose swept down towards a set of perfect, pink lips that Draco suddenly wanted desperately to taste. She glanced in his direction with a hint of a smile, coming to a stop not far from him, catching the bartender's eye and immediately getting his undivided attention.

"Fire whiskey," she said, her soft voice barely audible over the throbbing music, "Just a shot. And an elderflower wine, please."

The drinks were immediately presented, and the bartender smiled sheepishly. "On the house."

A sweet smile lit up her eyes and she thanked the obviously enamoured man. He grinned stupidly at her for several moments before coming to his senses and hurrying off to tend to his other customers. Draco watched as the gorgeous girl downed the fire whiskey without so much as a wince at the burn he knew it left in its wake, chasing it with a delicate sip of the wine she'd ordered, and felt himself smile. There was something about this girl that had an odd effect on him. Part of him wanted to approach her, to charm her into sleeping with him, while the other half of him was paralysed, rooted to the spot, stuck simply enjoying the sight of her.

She's too perfect he told himself firmly, signalling for yet another drink and dragging his gaze away from her. Way too perfect. Don't bother.

Although he was carefully avoiding looking in her direction, Draco was painfully aware of her presence. Every fiber of his being was on alert, craving her touch, her closeness. His mind was clouded with the image of her, of her standing there sipping her wine, of her shimmying out of her snug little dress, of her writhing beneath him in pleasure, of her tangled up in his dark sheets, of her mess of curls splayed out on his pillow as she slept beside him. He couldn't help himself. He allowed his gaze to return to her, and was surprised to find her gazing back at him.

She smiled softly and set her now empty wine glass down before moving in his direction. "Dance with me."

Draco swallowed thickly. "I don't dance."

"Don't be silly," she replied, gently taking the glass from his hand and placing it carefully atop the bar. "I promise the world won't end if you do."

Draco wordlessly allowed her to lead him out onto the crowded dance floor, enjoying the envious looks he was receiving from nearby dancers. When they were in the center of the crowd, she turned and smiled at him as she slipped her hands up the planes of his chest and around to the back of his neck. Draco automatically wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her up against his body as they began to sway to the music. A sweet, delicate scent tickled his senses as they moved, increasing the fog in his already mixed up mind. Merlin, she was perfect.

"I think you're quite good at this," she murmured into his neck, her warm breath making him shiver involuntarily. "For someone who doesn't dance."

"I said I don't dance," Draco replied quietly, "Not that I can't."

"You seem to be enjoying it."

Draco responded with a small shrug, neither confirming nor denying her allegations. While he wasn't a fan of dancing, nor of the throng of people surrounding them, he was certainly not opposed to the beautiful woman rubbing up against his body in a most frustratingly sensual fashion. Every move she made sent electrifying jolts of pleasure throughout his extremely aroused body. As they danced, the crowd around them melted away, and Draco was aware only of the stunning woman in his arms, her curves pressed against the hard lines of his body. There was something oddly alluring about this perfect woman, something enticing, something exciting.

"Shall we have another drink, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco gazed down at her curiously. "You know who I am."

"Sweetheart," she smiled, "Everyone knows who you are."

Considering this thoughtfully, Draco took her hand and led her back towards the bar, feeling both a sense of loss at the space between them, and a sense of relief when he realized he could think a little more clearly without her so close. He signalled for a round of drinks upon catching the bartender's eye before steering his mystery woman towards a small round table in the corner, as far away from the dance floor as they could get. The well taught, proper pureblood side of him gripped her arm as he helped her up onto one of the high stools before he turned back towards the bar to grab their drinks.

"I find myself at a slight disadvantage," he commented as he claimed his own stool, setting their drinks down on the table between them, "With you knowing my name while I'm at a loss for yours."

"I enjoy having the upper hand," she smiled at him over her wine. "It makes it more exciting, wouldn't you agree?"

Draco smiled easily, inclining his head as he sipped his whiskey. "I suppose it would."

A lilting, musical laughter woke butterflies in his stomach Draco hadn't even realized existed. He gulped his drink, forcing himself to look away for a brief moment in an attempt to clear his foggy brain. It didn't help. When he looked back at her, he found her twirling a finger in her wine, gazing at it thoughtfully, and watched hungrily as she then licked the wine slowly and deliberately from her finger. Draco took a deep breath, unsure of what spell this woman had managed to cast over him to have him so enthralled.

"If you'd truly like to know," she said after a few moments, "It's Tori."

"Tori," Draco repeated, savouring the taste of it, though unsure it fit the casual elegance that she exuded. "Have you got a last name?"

"I have."

Draco smirked. "Care to share?"

Tori shrugged delicately. "Not really, no."

"Why the secrecy?"

"Because, Draco," she said softly, leaning forwards, resting her arms on the table. Draco couldn't help but glancing briefly at the soft flesh of her cleavage. It was a struggle to bring his gaze back up to her eyes. She smiled. "I plan on letting you bring me home tonight, and I feel it would be in my best interest to maintain a certain level of anonymity."

Draco nearly choked on his fire whiskey, momentarily taken aback by her forwardness. He could feel a light flush coloring his cheeks, though whether caused by the fire whiskey or the sexy, mysterious woman across from him, he wasn't certain. He eyed her a moment, watching her sip her wine calmly, trying to figure her out. There was something about her, something aside from her undeniable beauty that had him feeling tongue tied, his head a foggy mess. When she reached over and trailed her fingers down his arm, her hand coming to rest on his, he sucked in an involuntary breath.

Tori giggled, a far more attractive sound coming from her than it had been from the drunk girls he'd encountered earlier. She gazed at him, her eyes sparkling brightly in the dim light, biting her lower lip in a most distracting way. Draco found himself leaning forwards as if pulled by some magnetic force. His attraction to this beautiful woman was quickly turning into sexual frustration. She was irresistible.

Tori smiled, clearly enjoying herself. "Unless you object, of course."

Draco downed the last of his fire whiskey, gathered his wits about him and mustered up a cocky smirk. "Shall we order another round, or would you prefer to continue this in the privacy of my flat?"

Tori hopped down from the stool and straightened her dress. "Lead the way, Mr. Malfoy."

Astoria Greengrass awoke to the slow, steady breathing of the man who lay next to her. She sighed, turning her head to the side and gazing at the incredibly gorgeous blonde man she'd run into the night before. Draco Malfoy lay there, sleeping soundly, a faint smile playing across his lips. The thin sheet they were tangled up in covered only the lower half of his naked body, leaving his perfectly toned stomach and chest bare. Astoria let herself ogle him for a bit, enjoying the gentle rise and fall of his chest, fighting the urge to reach out and trace the lines of his stomach. A schoolgirl crush that had never amounted to anything at Hogwarts had finally been satisfied in an uncharacteristic night of drunken impulsiveness. Astoria, however, felt anything but satisfied. Sated sexually, maybe. But now that the fun effects of the alcohol had worn off, her head ached and an unpleasant feeling of shame was brewing in the pit of her stomach.

After a few moments she forced herself to sit up, being careful not to disturb Draco, and slid out of bed quietly. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, and quickly scanned the room for her discarded clothing. She found her undergarments tossed haphazardly on the floor near the bed, her dress across the room draped over an armchair. She grabbed Draco's wand from the small table beside the chair and gave it a little wave, magically cleaning her clothing from the previous evening before beginning to dress in silence.

"Leaving so soon?"

Astoria spun around in surprise and found Draco propped up on one arm, watching her interestedly. She smiled, mustering up the confident attitude she'd faked so well the night before with the help of copious amounts of wine.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said softly, shimmying into her dress as he watched. "Go back to sleep. I'll let myself out."

"You know, normally I'm the one sneaking out before breakfast."

"It's your flat," Astoria laughed, "Let me save you the trouble. Any idea where my bag is? Or my shoes?"

Draco shrugged. "You could stay," he suggested. "We can have coffee, or breakfast, or maybe an encore of last night's fun."

"Unfortunately I have a family thing I need to get to," she said, moving over to the mirror and attempting to tame her mess of curls, "And I'm already late."

Draco got to his feet and crossed the room towards her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pressing his lips to her neck. "If you're already late," he murmured, "Why not stick around?"

"I really should get going," she protested weakly. "I promised I'd be there early…"

Draco pulled her back towards the bed. "Too late for that, sweetheart."

Astoria turned to face him, feeling the last bit of her resolve melting away. "My sister will kill me."

"You should die happy, then," Draco argued. "Let me help with that."

"Fine," Astoria smiled, feigning a sigh of resignation as he tugged at her dress. "But one condition."

"What's that?"

"We have our fun, and then I leave," she said as he lowered her onto the bed, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "I really am late, so no cuddling or breakfast or any of that nonsense."

Draco pulled away for a moment, gazing down at her with a sexy grin. "You know, I may have just fallen in love with you my mysterious Tori."

Astoria laughed, reaching up to kiss him. "Don't be ridiculous."

I don't know how fast updates will be with this one. I have far less actually written than I like to when posting...but I have so many ideas that I feel like it won't be too hard to write as I go. Thank you for reading! :)