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Chapter 1: Halloween Party

*Draco*

He spotted her on the other side of the room, wearing a long chiffon dress, in shiny Slytherin green. The back was so deep it he could see the curve of her spine. The halter neck had neckline that pushed the bosom up and unveiled, through a teardrop opening, the shape of full breasts.

His eyes ran down her dress to find a pair of nicely shaped legs, bare from the knee down to her feet inside of a perfect matched pair of Louboutin's in similar green with the famous red sole. She looked seductive, not vulgar.

What a fine example of the feminine gender he thought, seeing the lady sip from her champagne glass. Her hair, long auburn brown curls, was controlled from the top of her head in a bun, but flowed freely down her back, confirming what he already knew: this lady was wearing no bra, her bosom being firm on its own.

A green mask covered her eyes and hid half her face. He couldn't quite place her, but she looked familiar. He felt compelled to go to her, drawn by her beauty and the seductive look in her eyes when they made contact. Confident he didn't look anything but handsome, he walked towards her, a sly smile on his lips - his Draco Malfoy trademark perfection through the years of experience in seducing women - his face was covered by a small black mask around his eyes only.

"So, how's the party going for you?" his voice a deeper tone than normal.

*Hermione*

She saw him check her out as soon as she spotted his blond hair. Her mind made a quick pro and con list, analyzing if Draco would be a suitable candidate for the execution of her plan: become a single mom. She had double checked with some spells and knew, for sure, today would be the perfect day of the month for a successful outcome. Her presence at this party was in fact only for this intent; she hated this kind of jet set encounter.

No matter how much she still hated him for the hell he gave her during her Hogwarts time, she had to admit: better genes were nowhere to be found. The man was eye candy from head to toe, manly v-shaped body concealed in a black two-piece suit, bow tie, and white shirt. The shirt made no fuss in covering his abs. The years had been good to the bastard she continued to admit, her head spinning at light years speed.

Confess girl. If you are going through with this, you might as well take a piece of a sex god while you're at it. He is famous, after all, for his sexual talents and he looks amazingly hot. She could not help but think about the failure Ron had been in bed. His only concern was coming himself, often leaving her quite frustrated in the end. She lost count of how many times she had to finish herself off afterwards in the bathroom, to come out and find Ron snoring in bed, fast asleep.

I AM going for a piece of Malfoy. In the end, he is an intelligent wizard with a heart and the looks. The perfect genes, only the best for my baby.

Not as brave as Harry was during the last battle at Hogwarts, Draco had been a crucial element in defeating Voldemort, sabotaging his ultimate plans. Due to his part in the battle, the Ministry hadn't incriminated him, though it took several years before the wizarding community would accept him as a wizard instead of a Death Eater. His efforts and multiple financial contributions to the restoration of Hogwarts played a huge part in this change of hearts.

He spoke to her with a deeper voice she was used to, "So, how's the party going for you?" startling her and sending jolts of electricity to her core.

"Boring, I expected more energy. People are too polite for a theme party like this," she answered, realizing in a second that he had no idea who she was. Proud of herself for concealing her identity so good she breathed, "And you? How is the party going for you?"

"I must agree with you. It is a boring party. But see, I spotted this amazing woman on the other side and just like that, this party has become a lot more interesting. I couldn't resist approaching her, and asking her if she wants to dance with me." His hand, palm up, waited for her answer. Laying hers on top, she murmured, "Show me the way."

*Draco*

"So, mystery lady, how should I call you?" Adjusting his pace to the tune of "Chasing Cars", he whispered in her right ear,

"Hmm, you can call me Jane," she said softly, chuckling in his ear; he could feel her smile against his shoulder, "And you are Mr.?"

"Draco," he stammered, her perfume intoxicating him, "My name is Draco."

With one hand on her bare back, he noticed she was the perfect size for him, her head fitting flawlessly in the crease of his neck, her skin soft under his hand. This woman is going to be my death. Damn, if it isn't a good way to go.

"Is there a Mister Jane?" he inquired, hoping to Merlin that her answer would be negative. He felt his groin agree with him; this woman should be his by the end of the night. Draco control! Think of Aunt Lucrezia.

"No, there's no Mister Jane. We turned out to be a bad joint-venture." Her words were colder than her previous answers.

"I'm glad. In fact, I was hoping for it. You see, I'm wondering if you would want to continue our little thing in a…more private setting."

"I'm not opposed; it's becoming hot in here. I could use fresh air." Looking him straight in the eye, this woman made him falter on the dancing floor. Witch, you know exactly what you are doing to me.

Apparating them into his penthouse bedroom at Hyde Park London, he let go of her briefly, asking her softly, "Can I offer you a drink?"

"I'm not thirsty for a beverage, Draco," his name came out of her lips as a whisper. Losing every bit of control he had, he whisked her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips, asking entrance for his tongue. The gloss on her lips was a mixture of champagne and strawberry. He raised his hand to take her mask away, but she stopped him. "Masks stay on, Draco."

"I want to see your face," he pleaded, but she shook her head, "Not tonight."

Demanding her mouth once more, his hands moved over her back to grab her bum, giving it a squeeze before his right hand travelled up in search of her breast. "Perfect size," he murmured.

She raised her arms to loosen up the button holding the halter neck together and let it flow down, giving him the access he needed to lower it, and take her breast in his hand. Pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, he drew a soft squeal from her lips. "So responsive, love."

"You have too many clothes on, Draco," she breathed, while pushing his blazer off, with his help, shedding it away by a shake of his arms. Her hands kept on going with her task, unbuttoning his shirt, a bit impatient when one button didn't cooperate. Draco removed his hands just to unhook his cufflinks, while Hermione pulled on the tailsof his shirt and took it off completely. Taking a step back, she admired his chiseled abs, marble white skin, and a blond trail of hair heading towards his hips. "Like what you see, ma'am?"

"It's not bad," she giggled.

"Not bad? Honey, after I'm done with you, you will not desire anyone else."

"Ha ha, all these empty promises."

"Woman, I'll…" claiming a kiss, his tongue dueling with hers in a battle for pleasure. He pushed her dress over her hips till it fell, a mound of green tissue on the floor. "Miss Jane likes green I see," his gaze admiring the lace briefs she was wearing.

Her hands were frantically fussing with his belt and the button of his pants, impatient to open the zipper. A victorious mumble left her lips, when she finally was able to insert a hand in his silk trunks and grab his erection. Her thumb ran over the top of the head, grabbing the drop of pre-cum that glistened. He hissed in response, "Love, you are killing me."

"Not just yet, Mr. Draco," his lip twitching by hearing her mention Mister.

Guiding her backwards to the bed, their clothes out of the way with a kick from his foot, he grabbed her bum again, this time raising her until she could wrap her legs around his waist, her soaking wet core resting against his iron hard manhood. Holding her with one hand on her back, he crawled on the bed carrying her with him until her head could rest on the pillow.

Letting go, he took a moment to admire the beauty underneath him, with a worshipping look in his eyes. "You are beautiful, love." Both hands grasped her breasts, squeezing the firm flesh, pinching the perky nipples. He lowered his head to take one, then the other, sucking and biting, responding to her moans and the way she stroked his hair. Looking up with one nipple in his mouth, he held her eyes on his while slipping the nub between his teeth. His smile was smug as he watched her bite in her bottom lip, his teasing increased her need for release.

Letting a hand slide between them, he touched her clit with his thumb and finger, while two others slid between her folds, feeling her entrance, "Love, you are so wet. I have to taste you."

Going down on her, and placing his frame between her legs, he licked her through the seams of her thong. "You taste so good, love." He attacked her folds as soon as his hands had removed the lace barrier, biting and sucking at her oversensitive bud; her hips convulsed at the sparks of heat that ran through her body. Two fingers entered her first, carefully, testing, but when they felt no resistance, he pushed in, withholding nothing. He fingered her deeply, curling his fingers when they almost exited her walls, rubbing her inner spot in a delicious way. Stepping up the pace, he felt her reach the peak, sending her over the top whilst his fingers never stopped, "Yes, love, come for me. You are so beautiful."

*Hermione*

Giving up all the control she had, she could only focus on the hot sensations Draco made her feel. He did know how to play a woman's body and she was enjoying every second of it. Feeling the peak approaching, she finally experienced what it was to come by the hands of a man. Her need intensified with the sight of his blond hair between her legs, his grey eyes connecting with hers, full of desire, savoring her ecstasy. He made her feel a woman, a sexy being for the very first time.

She came with a deep moan from her throat, her head flipped backwards on the pillow, eyes closed, her own hands on her breasts pinching her nipples, "Oh, Merlin! Draco!" He didn't stop, not until the waves calmed down, her smile one of complete satisfaction. She heard him say in a deep voice, "You have no idea how beautiful you were, coming for me, like that." Spinning like a kitten, she focused on him, her eyelashes fluttering, "Hmm."

Pulling herself up on all fours, she motioned him to lie down next to her. Her eyes, still orgasm drunk, told him perfectly what she was planning to do. First, claiming a deep kiss, she tasted herself on his tongue and lips, pressing a series of kisses in a wet trail down his chest, paying special attention to his pert nipples. She continued her way down, licking his bellybutton, reaching her destination and taking him, without a warning, inside her mouth as deeply as she could. His deep groan was one of sheer pleasure; his left hand moved her hair to the side, so he could enjoy the perfect view of her swollen lips around his shaft, running up and down, her tongue flashing over the arrow head.

Her blowjob didn't last long; gasping, he pulled her up to a straddling position over his hips, "I need to come inside you, love. I can't hold out, if you go on like this." He called upon all the restraint he still had left. The last thing he wanted now was to come like an inexperienced teenager on his first night. "Take me in like this, love."

Guiding his cock, she lowered on him, both moaning in response, "You are so perfect, love. Fuck me, baby. Take all you want, love." Holding her hips tightly, he showed her exactly how he wanted her, her breasts swinging up and down at their pace. She rocked her clit against his pubic bone, as her body dictated, searching for that one orgasm she had never experienced – the one with a man inside her core.

*Draco*

He pulled himself up to a sitting position, so he could have access to her nipples, sucking hard on each, alternating between the one and the other. His thumb rubbed her clit – still engorged and oversensitive from her previous orgasm – he pressed the exact amount of tension, yearning to make her cum, once more, with him, so they could fall together in the whirl of pleasure.

Although he had shared his bed with a vast number of partners, this woman was by far the most exquisite he has ever been with. I'm not letting her go. She is my home; I'm home inside her body.

He came in an explosion of senses, this thought invading his mind simultaneously. The release was one he never had felt before, and by what he could sense, neither had she. His Jane held on to him as if he was a beacon, the waves of her second orgasm rippling through her, while she kept repeating "Oh, my God!" her hips burying him deep inside, clutching, letting no drop of his cum go to waste.

Satisfied to the bone, he held on to her, stroking her back, while he searched for a way to steady his breath, a fulfilled purr bubbling from deep. Holding her face between both hands, he kissed her gently, and pulled her down with him, covering them with the bedsheets. He held an arm around her while she curled around him, a sigh escaping her lips. He fell asleep with a smile of contentment on his face.

*Hermione*

She woke up, startled. She had meant to close her eyes for ten minutes to recover from her exhaustion, but instead of a short nap, she fell deeply asleep, waking up to the first rays of sun.

Looking next to her, her gaze found a peaceful Draco still deep in his dreamland, one of his hands possessively on her breast. She was wondering how this man had drawn the blood from under nails, and then given her the ultimate sexual fulfillment.

Kissing him softly on the lips she whispered, "You have given me more than I wished for. I'm forever grateful." Climbing softly out of his embrace and his bed, she silently transformed her dress into more casual jumper and jeans, grabbed her wand and apparated away, after gazing one last time at the man that had given her the ultimate gift: making her feel like a woman.