She dazzled in the corner of his icy grey eyes. Her vibrant blood red hair curled in ringlets fell halfway down her back. Her soft pale skin stood out prominently. Her nose was gently dusted with freckles. Her smile lit up the room, her pearly whites shining as she giggled when her companion whispered something in her ear. Her black dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She had a thin waist, and from what he could see it was thinner than healthy. Her legs were long and slender. Her dark chocolate brown eyes glazed over the room as her companion left her to mingle with others. The way she held herself was fierce, and he could already feel the magnetic pull of attraction towards her.
She adjusted her vision to land on him. He sat on the black leather love seat like a god. One of his arms was slung along the top of the seat. In the other hand was a glass of campaign, still full. The first four buttons of his black button down were unbuttoned revealing the olive pale skin of his chest. His eyes danced in the light of the fireplace. His blonde locks sitting on top of his long lashes. He angled his face to stare back at the dancing flame in her eyes.
The tension between the two was similar to a nuclear explosion and an ice age. Two extremities meshing together that produce something disastrous but extraordinarily beautiful. His eyes skimmed over her again, and in return she blushed and walked away, breaking the connection. His eyes followed her, it was not over yet.
She found herself in front of a familiar face. Straight shoulder length hair reached her mid back and green eyes complemented the look. The woman smiled at the vixen with her pearly whites, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks!" The woman hugged the red head. "So Red, how's it going with that Brazilian guy?"
"Out, like every other person I have considered." She said giggling nervously. The other woman nodded slowly giving her a skeptical smile, "He was interfering with my business, I would be working my butt off at work and he would call, acting miserable because he was 'lonely,' we are over and things at work are better again, but anyways…What about you and your current love live?"
"Aw, your brother has been great. To be honest with you, we had this large nasty disagreement over who to invite because he rather have not invited Slytherins in his home, and as you know I was associated with a few of them. After our brawl however…well lets just say it was the best make up sex ever." The women both laughed. The brunette looked over her friends shoulder, "Oh, I want you to meet an old friend!"
The brunette turned her friend around to meet the icy grey eyes again…
"Lavender…?" The red head grunted at she was spun on her stilettos.
At that moment her brown eyes leaked into his solid cold grey eyes, she froze. Goosebumps ran over her stomach and the back of her arms. He towered over her, and he was also dangerously close to her.
"Draco Malfoy?" The redhead asked Lavender over her shoulder, recognizing the man up close. Then the tall blonde grabbed the redhead in his arms, pressing her small frame into his larger, cause heat to rise to her face and he the swooped his lips down upon hers like an electric shock.
He broke away and looked down at her as she stared up at him with swollen red lips. "You, Ginny Weasley, are mine."
Authors Note: This is the prologue, expect MUCH longer chapters than this.
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