Author's Note: This is post second wizarding war, imagine it a couple years after Draco has finished Hogwarts. The setting is on the coast of Plymouth. Also, it gets a bit explicit at the end.
You had been reading from your favorite book outside Margret's Cafe for about half an hour one morning, until he sat down. From the corner of your eye, you detected a black blur walk past your table. However, it was his dark expensive cologne that caused you to stop reading and look up.
He sat down three tables away from you, accompanied by an older woman with the same white blonde hair color, you presumed his mother. He was just so...posh. He was head to toe in black attire. He had on skinny black dress pants, a tailored black blazer, a crisp black button down, glossy black Oxfords, and black sunglasses.
From then on, you switched back and forth from your novel, to discreetly spying on him. You liked how his hair parted smoothly to the left, almost effortlessly. And when he brushed back his bangs with his long white fingers, his lips curled into a smirk. He must have noticed you staring, so you quickly hid your red face back in your book.
He sipped on an espresso as he talked with the older woman in the black dress. At one point he laughed, and you looked up to see his beautiful white smile, you gulped nervously. Developing a crush on your short vacation in Plymouth was not on your schedule. But when he pulled down his glasses to the end of his nose, you took in a deep breath. His grey eyes looked straight at you, a part of your heart melted as you always had a soft spot for grey eyes. He gave a small wave, and as a reflex, you returned a short awkward wave back. The woman started to turn her neck around for a look, that's when you quickly got up and gathered your things. You left in the opposite direction, afraid to face whatever judgement she could throw at you.
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Later that day, you saw a familiar blonde color flash by outside the window of Adam's Bookstore. You were skimming a new nonfiction book when you caught sight of his unique white blonde hair. He didn't see you, but you watched his retreating figure stroll down the main street. He was tall and slim, even the way he carried himself was elegant. Your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered how someone could captivate you as strikingly as him.
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Two days passed before you caught sight of him again. You had just come to terms that you would never see him again, and were drinking alone in a packed bar. It was early evening, you were settled at a small back table with your book and a glass of white wine. When you were half way done with your drink, you noticed how an older man, in his late 60s and with a goatee, kept looking your way every so often. He made you apprehensive, so you decided to quickly finish your glass, pay, and leave.
Your back was facing the pub's entrance as you paid your tab, when your ears perked up at his familiar laugh. When you turned around, it was difficult to make out where he was, the bar was pretty crowded for its size. You eventually spotted his profile. He appeared to be happily patting two of his friends on the shoulder in greeting. One was a very tall dark boy, the other a broad shouldered guy with bristly hair. The three of them looked like they were having a boys' night out. You really wanted to wait and see if you could grab his attention, but the older man from earlier was staring at you again. You slipped out of the pub in a mad dash.
However, little did you know that his grey eyes did notice you. His gaze followed your rushed exit, his mouth frowned in concern.
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The next morning, you were at Margaret's Cafe again, drinking a cappuccino and reading the last chapter of your book. The sun was out, there wasn't a single cloud in sight, and you took refuge under the veranda from the bright rays.
Suddenly, someone tapped your left shoulder from behind causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You craned your neck to see it was him.
"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you," he said nervously.
"Ahhh–it's alright," you stuttered.
"Well, it's just...I feel like we've been playing some kind of game of tag. We've seen each other, but never really have had the chance to talk."
"You mean, you've seen me too? Outside of this cafe?" you asked confused.
"Yes. I saw you at the bar yesterday...Ummm may I have this seat?" he asked pointing to the one across from you.
"Go right ahead. Um, wait. What's your name?"
"Draco. Draco Malfoy," he stretched his hand and you shook it. "I'm staying in the area with my family. They're visiting old friends of theirs for the summer. And what, is your name?"
You whispered yours back to him, and he smiled, telling you how perfect it was for such a beautiful face as yours. You brushed off his compliment as him being polite.
Draco made more small talk with you, he teased how you always carried your book everywhere, and that it must be really good if it captured your interest. He surprised you when he got up to leave though, he promised to meet you at noon the next day at the beach. His eyes twinkled when he said that he'd rather meet up later that evening, but he regrettably had family plans.
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You spotted Draco reclining on a blue picnic blanket near the north side of the beach as you descended the stone staircase. You pulled off your shoes and walked barefoot across the warm sand. It was a partly cloudy day with a little bit of wind. You saw very few people lounging on the beach, and a flock of seagulls picking at small shells along the shore.
When you finally reached him, you saw that he had the first three buttons undone to his white long sleeve shirt, exposing his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the ends of his black pants were rolled up too. He removed his sunglasses and flashed you a warm smile when you sat down next to him.
Draco patted to a brown basket on his left, "I packed us a light lunch."
"You didn't have to," you smiled at the sweet gesture.
He shook his head, "Happy to do it."
He passed you a bottle of pink lemonade and a cucumber sandwich. You both looked out to the crashing waves of the ocean as you ate. At one point, his fingers subtly brushed against the back of your hand. You blushed, and put down your lemonade. You abruptly stood up and looked down at him.
He stared at you confused.
"Let's go for a walk!" You extended your hand, and he took it. You didn't dare let go of his hand as you began to walk along the shoreline. Draco laced his fingers between yours, and made you laugh by swinging your arms back and forth dramatically like little kids. The both of you walked like that for a half hour, until Draco saw something out in the water. He pointed at a tall sail boat in the distance and said he'd take you sailing on his family's boat one day.
"I must confess, I really love the open ocean," he said, his bright eyes shining.
Your arm went tense, "You know, I must confess something too..." You looked down and said, "I think I have more than a small crush on you."
He smirked and squeezed your hand, "I feel the same, if not more."
You stopped and looked up, not expecting him to reciprocate the same feelings.
Draco took a step forward. He cupped the right side of your face, you felt his fingers tremble slightly. You forgot to breathe as he tilted your head and leaned in to plant a soft kiss. His lips were warm, and you steadied yourself by placing a hand against his chest. He pulled back, and he gave you a look like he had the wind knocked out of him. He closed his eyes then whispered, "Again," before he pulled you in a little harder for another kiss. You finally snapped out of it, and kissed him back, his hands grabbed ahold of your waist. He let out a small moan when he pulled back for air. "Let me take you to dinner," he said in an assertive tone.
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Dinner seemed to fly by, you were present, but it somehow felt too much like a dream. Half of you paid attention to the conversation, while the other half of you absorbed in his every move. You were captivated by his sharp features. His bright eyes, thin lips, long fingers, all of him made your heart beat a little bit faster.
The dream seemed to twist into a fantasy when he ordered dessert for the two of you to split. The moment Draco smirked when he fed you a mouthful of chocolate cake, still sent shivers down your spine when you thought back to it. He picked up the check like a gentleman, and then walked you back to the small inn you were staying at a couple blocks away.
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"This is it," you said, as you leaned back against the brick building next to the glass door.
Draco grabbed your hips and pressed himself against you, his body felt like a magnet. His mouth attacked yours in a heated kiss, you felt his hands tighten at your sides, you could almost feel the pit of hunger inside him. After a minute, he pulled back, "So...What's your plan?"
"My plan?..." you looked sideways then back at him. "You can come upstairs I guess..." you bit your lip, you were happy he wasn't finding an excuse to leave.
You pulled his hand, leading him up the red carpet staircase, his eyes seemed a little darker than usual as he followed behind you. Before you could get your key into the lock to open the door, Draco spun you around and kissed you again. This time when he leaned into you, you felt his hard on against your inner thigh.
You gently pushed him back, "Listen. Nothing is going to happen tonight, nothing like that...Can we just take this slow?"
Draco trailed his hands up to your shoulders, and looked into your eyes. "I like slow," he said in a low voice.
You let out a slow breath in relief and scrambled to open the door quickly. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and plopped onto the green couch. He closed the door and followed same after you.
You felt his lashes tickle your cheek as he peppered your jaw bone with soft kisses. He kissed all the way up to your ear. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, as he blew hot air into your ear and nibbled softly on your earlobe. You shifted your weight so you that straddled his legs, and he moved a hand to rest on the small of your back.
"You're going to drive me mad," he breathed, then pulled you in for another tender kiss.
You smiled into the kiss and ran your hands through his soft blonde hair.
He traced his index finger lightly back and forth against the back of your neck. You sighed, and pushed your chest against his. Draco broke the kiss, then looked at you darkly. He pushed your shoulders down and guided you to lay flat on your back.
He cupped a breast as he gave you a couple love bites at the base of your neck. He then licked the side of your neck, and gently brought his other hand down to massage both your breasts. You moaned, and rubbed his shoulders in approval, then traced along them to his upper back. Draco delved lower and kissed right below your breasts in the middle of your abdomen, he continued a path down your shirt all the way to your bellybutton. You smiled as a wicked thought came to you.
You took one of his hands off your chest and brought his fingertips into your mouth. You slowly sucked on them, and you heard him give a sharp intake of breath. Draco looked up at you, his eyes narrowed mischievously. You smirked back, and continued your teasing as you ran your tongue along his fingers. He pulled back his hand, and began to hike the hem of your shirt up your stomach. He locked eyes with yours the entire time he slowly peeled off your top.
He caressed your sides, "You're so beautiful," he said quietly. Draco made quick work of his white button down, and threw his shirt with yours onto the floor. You ran your hands down his pale chest, and licked your lips. He let out a low chuckle. You pulled him back down for another kiss, his lips pressed hard and eagerly against yours. He bit your lower lip, then proceeded to suck on it. You wrapped your legs behind his back, and he groaned. You guided Draco's hand behind you, as you arched your back for him to remove your bra. And with a quick snap it was disposed of.
Draco nuzzled into your bare chest, kissing each breast lightly. You closed your eyes as he worked at teasing each nipple. He left a hot trail of kisses from there, all the way up your throat, and back to your swollen lips.
You continued to make out passionately for another half hour, until you two ended up cuddling. Draco wrapped an arm around you as you snuggled up into his chest. His other hand ended up stroking the top of your head softly as he asked questions about the rest of your vacation plans. You told him not much, then asked him what his plans were while visiting the city.
"Oh, I know what I'm doing," he smirked. He looked you up and down with a dark glimmer in his eyes before capturing your lips once more.