The Rule Book
Chapter 1: Confused
"Holy shit, Draco, why did you leave me alone to die in that conference room?"
Draco Malfoy shrugged and continued to walk away from an angry Blaise Zabini. He let out a long sigh and shook his head. He will never understand how work was so important to some people. Fuck, no one knew how to let loose at all.
"They were uttering loads of rubbish," he called out. "I don't listen to garbage!"
Blaise hurriedly caught up with the blond.
"But mate, that rubbish could gain us some cash! Merlin, what is wrong with you?" Blaise exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Let me guess, didn't get to score a good-looking one this morning?"
Draco chuckled. "You know me too well."
"As expected from the 'Greatest Bachelor'" Blaise scoffed, rolling his paperwork in his hands and knocking it over Draco's head. "Greatest Bachelor my ass."
"Aw, come on Blaise," cooed Draco, swatting away the roll of paper that was hurtled towards him, "You do know you come in second, right?"
"Second!" Blaise shouted out, horror apparent in his tone. "Might as well tell me that I did it with the Giant Squid! They're all missing out, that's what."
Then shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Second. Seriously, second. I'm suing the person who wrote that article."
"Shut up, Zabini. What happened back in the conference room?"
Immediately, Blaise's expression changed to that of a mad businessman.
"Hell, that's what! They're asking me to let you come to the next meeting even when I told them that you'd cut their balls off! They're pissed at you, Draco, and even I am."
Draco whistled and narrowed his eyes. "Persistent little fuckers."
"You're right. But you know what? You're a little fucker too," said Blaise, exhaling deeply and taking a look at the paperwork in his hands. "And now you're a screwed little fucker because they're asking you to sign all these."
Draco gave a sorry look and tried pouting. The amount of paperwork they give him is always tremendous, and right now, he was looking for a good time.
"No I won't do it for you, Draco," Blaise sighed.
"I'll treat you to some whisky! You know I have the best whisky, Blaise," Draco bribed, almost pleading. "You're really not fair, you know. You always get the hottest ones."
Blaise looked smug. "It's because they find hard-working people charming. Go on, do the paperwork and we'll go find us a good one, yeah?"
Taking the bundle of parchment in his hands, Draco heaved a sigh and high-tailed towards his office. Malfoy Industries was a striving company, and ever since Lucius Malfoy's death, Draco had everything going the right way. It was inspiration, he guessed, from the countless ladies he had done and screwed over. He was the Malfoy, the absolute bloody best.
"Oh, and Draco?"
Draco turned to his best friend and sighed again. "What?"
"Someone from the Ministry office wants to see you. She needs some help advertising their new section or something."
A new section in the Ministry? Draco thought. That's interesting.
"Who's coming? And what time?"
"A few minutes from now. It totally escaped my mind. And I don't know who it is, but Kingsley said it's someone that we ought to know."
Draco checked his watch. A few minutes from now, that's what Blaise said.
That arse.
"Hold on, Blaise, my mother's coming to the office at around a 'few minutes from now' as you so clearly put it. Do you think you can hold her off until the meeting's finished?" He yelled from across the room.
Blaise snorted. "Hold off Narcissa Malfoy? Draco, get real. Hold her off yourself."
"You arse!"
"Love you too, Draco."
And Blaise left, leaving Draco alone at the other side of the room, hoping his mother would come after the unexpected meeting.
…
Draco honestly didn't want the company to say the least.
Who needed to work when you were rich enough to hire just about anyone? To tell the truth, Draco only needed a few things in life and that included women. Women. W-O-M-E-N.
And it wasn't just any woman. It had to be the sexiest of the sexiest, the smartest of the smartest, and the wittiest of the wittiest. She had to be perfect. And she had to want him back. Because, honestly, sex without wanting each other? It would probably lead to a horrible experience. And so far, every lady Draco took loved him and wanted him badly. As much as he wanted them.
He preferred blondes, the busty ones with a non-fake tan. Blondes with fake tans were a no-no. Blaise had said it himself, "Spray-tanned morons are better left alone."
It was one of the rules in their Rule Book.
The Rule Book was a bunch of rules to follow while chasing girls. It's proven to be effective. Draco could just imagine how much cash he could get after publishing this Rule Book.
Casually signing the papers on his desk, Draco spun around on his chair and kicked his feet up. Time for some relaxing. He could just call anyone on his phone for something good. Maybe Alexi? She was probably up for some office quickies. Or Paxton. She was probably the best he'd ever had.
Draco smirked to himself. Playboy as always.
"Ugh," he groaned. He was already feeling very much hardened at the thought of either one of them calling out his name. Maybe he should call them both…
He reached for his wand at the table and with a simple flick, got through Paxton's 'Wizarding phone service'.
"Hello?"
Draco smiled at her tone. He wasn't one to do it with a redhead, but for Paxton, he made an exception.
"Hello, Paxton?"
He could sense Paxton's excitement.
"Draco? Oh, Draco, it's been so long. I've been craving you for weeks. Where are you?"
Draco stifled a laugh. They were always so eager for him, even when he was the one who called them first. It was pretty disturbing at some points but it made him look desirable, none the less.
"At my office. Care to come over?"
"Sure!" She squealed. "I'll apparate quickly to your office now."
Then swishing his wand with a flick of his arm, he cut off the line. He wasn't one to say his goodbyes.
Paxton came in the room, her bouncing red hair behind her. She was fiery-looking, and to make things even better, her hair was a darker shade of red than those of the Weasleys.
Draco smiled the simple charming smile that he did.
"It's nice to see you, Paxton," he whispered. Her pupils dilated, she walked towards him, swaying her hips, and sat on his lap. Draco pointed to his door with his wand, and the door snapped shut. He didn't want any interruptions. "Silencio," he whispered, and Paxton giggled like a schoolgirl.
Kissing her, Draco undid her top slowly, and Paxton eagerly leaned in front of him.
"Would you like the usual?" She gasped. Draco only nodded as he devoured her. Excruciatingly slow.
It was a rule in their Rule Book.
Thou shall make them want.
Thou shall tease them, slowly.
Paxton gasped and tugged his hair.
"Draco," she whispered, staring at him.
Slowly, Draco felt her hands slide down to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. He leaned to her breasts and gently tugged on them as Paxton eagerly pulled his member out of its misery. Draco groaned as she slid down and knelt before him, sending him a wink.
Draco smirked as he watched Paxton stare at his hugeness. His member was definitely something he was proud of. The big boy down under was a sight to the women he had, and he liked their openness towards him. Definitely something to be proud of.
"Ahhhh," said Paxton, childishly sticking out her tongue, making it swirl around him. Draco clenched his fists and leant back on his chair. She started to suck, slowly, then faster and faster as she tried to get all of him inside her mouth. Draco watched her, sitting on his chair like a master, all the while praising her and smirking at her as she smirked back and continued to have all of him.
"Draco," she whispered to him. She didn't do a very good job, he supposed. Well maybe he could try Alexi next. "Draco," she said again.
"What?" he snapped.
"I want you to cum. Please."
He couldn't right now. He wouldn't. It was a fucking rule in the Rule Book!
Thou shall not cum first.
Ladies first, as always.
"Sorry, doll," he said to her, his voice husky. "Not yet."
So Paxton continued to devour him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She licked him and tasted him as pre-cum started to flow. "Cum for me, Draco," said Paxton, but all Draco could think about was the fact of how amusing this was. He was better than that. He practiced.
"I'm wet," Paxton stated, like it was the most important thing in the world.
"Well-"
A loud POP suddenly filled the room, and Paxton hid under Draco's table, frantically, while Draco used magic to cover himself up again.
"HOLY FUCK, what's your problem? Use the door!" yelled Draco, not even caring to see who it was.
"I would've, if the door wasn't locked."
Draco froze at the female voice. Slowly, he turned to face her.
Hermione fucking Granger.
The Silencio spell must have worn off. She could clearly hear him. Draco cursed under his breath.
He took a moment to look at her.
She was obviously more different than before. Different being a good thing. She was more filled out now. Draco checked her body first and foremost. Perfect breast size, rounded hips, glorious behind. Check, check, check. She was pretty long-legged too, but wasn't as tall as some of his conquests. Then he looked at her face, and his heart stopped beating. She was so fucking beautiful. Her curled chestnut brown hair was less frizzy, and a lot longer than the last time he saw her, which was a short while after the war. Arched eyebrows, crazy toffee coloured eyes. High cheekbones, pouty lips begging to be kissed.
Draco didn't only want her, he wanted to marry her.
He hadn't felt so complete yet so empty, and it scared him. His heart was beating fast. What's going on?
This was Hermione Granger for fuck's sake. What in the world is wrong with him?
"Malfoy, I would love it if you stopped checking me out so you can open the door for your mother," she said, and Draco admired the way her voice was.
It was so sickeningly sweet.
"Care to open it for me, doll?" he said, trying his best to control himself.
With a roll of her eyes, Hermione unlocked the door.
"Arse," she muttered.
Draco smirked, amused. She was very much the same after all.
Paxton crawled out from under Draco's desk, and shyly apparated herself away.
Narcissa came bursting through the door. She smiled politely at Hermione, then narrowed her eyes at Draco, as Hermione did the same.
Draco couldn't help but admired her.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
"Draco, dear, I'd appreciate it if you didn't fool around so much at work," his mother said to him, her voice gently chiding him. "Please don't. She wasn't even that pretty."
He took the time to laugh. Hermione looked confused for a moment, clearly not knowing that Paxton was with him just a while ago. But she seemed to find out and her face scrunched up with a look of disgust.
"Jesus Christ, Malfoy, there's something wrong with you," said Hermione, taking a seat. "I haven't seen you for years, but yet, you are very much the same."
Narcissa clucked her tongue and smiled lazily. "Hermione, dear, you may talk to my son now."
"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy."
Hermione turned her head towards Draco's and she smiled a forced one.
"Mr. Malfoy-"
"I'd prefer it if you call me Draco."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well then, Draco-"
Draco smiled genuinely. The way she said his name made him want to make love to her immediately. She intoxicated him, but he wasn't so sure with what.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at them both. Could it be?
"- I need some help with the advertising of the Ministry's new section I am currently the head of," Hermione continued. "The Minister thinks you'll be of good help."
"What's the new section called?"
"S.P.E.W." Said Hermione, confidently.
Draco laughed, loud and clear. What the fuck was spew?
She looked hurt and offended and immediately shut him up.
"It's es-pee-ee-double u, mind you Draco."
Sobering, Draco sat straighter. "And what does spew do?"
"We protect the rights of house elves basically," said Hermione, ignoring Draco's comment. "It's an acronym for Society for the Promotion of the Elfish Welfare."
"Okay…" trailed Draco. He didn't know what to say. Out of all the good ideas in the world, Hermione had to come up with this.
"I'd pay you a good sum of money, if it helps," she offered. Simply because this was a business deal. Hermione knew that Draco didn't need it. Heck, he swam in money. He had enough to last him a life time.
Draco only wanted her, not her money. Heck, he didn't need money at all.
"It's alright," he murmured. Narcissa raised her eyebrows. This is definitely what's happening.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Narcissa spoke up. "But there is something very wrong with you, Draco."
Everyone seemed to turn quiet.
"I didn't think it could happen, to be honest, never did," she sighed, still continuing. "Your father didn't even explain…"
"Whatever it is, Mother, I'm sure it's not that surprising. So please just cut to the chase."
Narcissa exhaled and with an air of drama, arched her head back.
"I haven't told you that you're a Veela, am I right?"
…
I so wanted to experiment and I know it's a little bit rushed in the end, I hope that you know that I don't have much time. I would have made this at least 15 pages, but I couldn't. Not yet.
So, I promise at least 10 to 15 in the second chapter. Yes?
Please review, I'll love you forever.
And yes, it's my first time writing something so sexual so please no flames, love.
ErisedMirrors
(I edited this out also)