"Come on, mate! I'm bored!" Blaise complained.

"Fine." I sighed, pushing the pile of papers I had brought home with me away. "I need a drink anyway."

Lately work has been hell. Sebastien has been demanding updates every week on active cases and complete reviews on clientèle backgrounds. Not to mention he wants me at every hearing to take notes. After three months of this, I can say I'm near burning out. Camera, the secretary, says that he does this with every new lawyer at the firm. I'm pretty sure he's doing it to get back at Mother for dumping him their fifth year.

I cleaned up my desk, grabbed my coat and followed Blaise out of our flat. We walked down to Louis, a popular club two blocks north. Normally, most people wait for hours to get in. Blaise has good terms with the owner that always get us in immediately after arrival. The club was dark with red and yellow lights. Someone had set a fog spell to make the place seem eerie and, for some, erotic.

I headed for the bar as my companion deserted me for a lonely woman. I ordered a Fire Whiskey and then turned to find a seat. A recent song by Humming Fire played and a large group of seventeen year olds crowded the dance floor. I don't mind the band myself, though I would never listen to them in front of Mother. I glanced across the club and saw Blaise already snogging a dark haired woman. I shook my head, sipping my drink slowly. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the isolation.

"Excuse me." I opened my eyes and a brown haired girl with black and blond highlights, cherry wood brown eyes smiled softly at me. "I was wondering if I could sit next to you? Some git across the way keeps bothering me and I just told him my boyfriend was here with me."

"Sure." I nodded, raising my voice so she could hear over the music.

She nodded happily and sat down, putting her large handbag on the table. "I won't be a bother, I was just here to write anyway."

I raised my brow. "Write? Here?"

"Astoria Greengrass, reporter for Music Weekly." The girl smiled. "I'm doing a section on Louis."

Greengrass.... the image of a red head with a killer body appeared in my head. "Do you happen to know Daphne?"

"Most of the men in Britain do." She snorted. "She's my sister. And you are?"

"Draco Malfoy. I was in her year at school."

"I should've known."Astoria laughed. "The hair gives it away. I used to be able to spot you out as I entered the Great Hall."

I stared at her, totally stunned. "What year where you in?"

"Two behind you."

And yet I didn't remember her in the slightest way. I took another drink of my beverage as I watched her silently at work. The woman had on red robes that clung to her in an approving way. While Astoria's sister was slender and petite, the younger Greengrass was curvy and athletic. Her robes ended mid-thigh, showing off a pair of the strongest, sexiest legs I had ever seen. To top it off, a low V-cut in her robes showed a desirable amount of fair skinned cleavage. I started to thank Merlin I saw her before Blaise.

"You know what really annoys me?" Astoria asked as she continued to write, making me jump.

"What's that ?" I asked, afraid I'd been caught.

"You can't find a decent slow dancer in this club." She looked up, putting her quill down. "I've been here three times and have yet to completely enjoy myself on the floor."

I bit the inside of my lip and gave her a smirk. Astoria grinned back playfully as a slower and darker song came on in Spanish. She put her bag down and began to walk to the dance floor, her hips swaying as she looked over her shoulder at me. I followed her, trying to not appear to eager.

I didn't have the slightest clue what was going on around me. All I knew was the second Astoria's hands were around my shoulders and my hands on her waist, I was a goner. Our foreheads touched and her hot breath was like cocaine to an addict. My lips were on hers in a matter of seconds, perhaps too quickly. My lack of self-restraint can be held accountable for Pansy leaving me six months ago and my avoidance of looking for another steady partner. Yet Astoria's lips returned mine eagerly and her hands fell to my belt buckle, making all thoughts in my head go numb.

Her mouth suckled my neck as she stated her words. "I...want your...clothes off... now, Malfoy."

The order turned me on beyond belief as she continued to attack my neck with her dirty mouth. "My flat's down the street but my roommate might come home early."

Astoria gave me a fiery kiss before looking in the crowd. "Which one is him?"

"The one rubbing the Asian girl's thighs. She's sitting on his lap."

She laughed, lifting her finger. Suddenly the woman was urging my best mate's hand further up her skirt. The Greengrass sister turned back to me and saw my lips had thinned.

"What?"

"That's Spell Rape."

"My mission is a tad bit more important." She smiled coyly, gripping my belt harder. When my expression didn't change, Astoria shook her head. "I assure you, that one was going to shag him anyway. She just wants it at her place now, so we can have our fun."

The fact the woman was letting the git rub her thighs stated that, so I let my worries go. I didn't remember leaving the club or walking down the street to my flat. I don't remember getting the normal greeting from our doorman, Uley, either. The next thing I remembered was pinning Astoria against the elevator wall and wrapping those addicting legs around my waist.

Astoria began undoing my robes as we arrived at our floor. When the doors opened, I turned and slammed her against the door of the flat. I moaned in her mouth as she Frenched me, relieved Blaise and I had bought a penthouse suite. I get annoyed when neighbors harass you for keeping them up at night.

My door was open in seconds and Astoria, somehow, maneuvered so that she was on top. She stared down at me and snickered. "Daphne always beat me in school. Looks, popularity... she's going to be right pissed when she finds out I nailed the one-that-got-away."

I stared at her flushed face and chuckled, undoing the clasps on her robes and pushing them off her shoulders. I ran my hands over her black, satin covered front and smirked when Astoria threw her head back. "I'd say your beating her in the sex appeal department right now."

I turned her over and stared into her cherry brown orbs, kissing her hard as I scooped her up in my arms. After tripping over the leg of an over-priced table Mother had bought as a house warming gift, I had the brown haired vixen pinned to my mattress. Astoria pushed my own robes off and went to work on my shift as my tongue traced the under wire of her bra. Her nails dug into my arms once they were bare as she breathed raggedly.

"You're taking your sweat ass time, Malfoy. You're bringing shame to the reputation you had at school."

I chuckled and went to pull her robes off her body when I felt a plastic badge around her waist.

"I thought you were Music Weekly, not Daily Prophet?"

Astoria tore it and her red outfit from my hands and threw it across my room. Her eyes were darker than anything I thought she could conjure.

"I'm begging you to shag me senseless and your worried about the fact I co-write for the Prophet?"

I woke up the next morning to find my bed empty. I sighed and rolled over as a red owl flew into my room. I took the letter from the bird, wondering where Astoria had gone. A vase crashed in my office as I put on my bathrobe and walked to the room, confused. Cherry wood colored eyes looked back at me guiltily. I smirked at the female, slightly awed by how beautiful she looked in my shirt from the previous night.

"I thought you'd deserted me." I joked as she smirked back at me, her entire body flushing. Obviously the boldness Astoria had exhibited the night before had left, not that I was complaining. This natural flustered look fit her aura. "Do you feel like breakfast?"

"Sure." She said timidly.

I glanced behind her and saw a stray folder on my desk. I raised a brow at her, my meaner going cold. I had cleaned up my desk before leaving for Louis like I always do. Richards had mixed original files with his wife's spread sheets last month and since then Sebastien had been harping on us about locking up files we took home when we weren't reading them for clientèle privacy.

"What were you looking at?"

"Something on your desk." Astoria stated, walking towards me with a bright smile. "How about breakfast. I'm famished after what you put me through last night."

I eased her back to my desk and brushed my lips against hers, making her knees shake. I grabbed the file and pulled away from her expecting face, glancing at it. It was the Sumner Case, the most popular murder trial going on at the moment. The press had been dieing for details but the judge had put a gag order on it to avoid media contamination.

I looked back up at Astoria as my lips went thin. She spoke with a desperate attempt to save her arse.

"Draco, I can explain."

"You have three minutes until I call for the Ministry." I spat, making the file disappear. I clenched my fists when I realized how stupid I had been. Since when did co-writers for the Prophet have press passes? Pansy worked their for bloody sake!

"You're right, I lied about that." The woman stated, speaking cautiously as I stared her down. "I'm the main writer for the Sumner case on the Prophet. I was tipped off that you go to Louis often so I thought I would convince you to give me a few details to write on."

"Like hell!" I bellowed, making her jump. "You seduced me to get into my flat and get information from my files!"

"I didn't intend on sleeping with you." Astoria pleaded as her eyes began to water. You had to be kidding me. I was the king of the 'cry baby' tears as a child and she seriously thought she could break me down with them? "If it helps, you didn't have anything in that file that I wasn't already aware of."

"Get out of my flat before I file charges against you!" I spat, pointing out of my door. "I never want to see your face again. And your employer will be getting a letter from my law firm about this!"

Tears fell down her rosy cheeks as walked out of my office. I looked down at my hand and found that I'd turned the letter that arrived this morning into a wad. I unraveled it and saw Sebastian's writing. Bloody hell, I would have to tell him about this... Seconds later my front door closed and I sighed, grabbing a handful of floo powder. This was going to be an extremely painful experience.

*HarryPotter!*HarryPotter*!HarryPotter*

The red haired man stared at me, his face pale and his eyes flaming.

"How much did Greengrass read?"

"Not much, I think." I told him, feeling the atmosphere go three below. "I did a trace spell on it and her fingerprints were only on the first five pages."

"She could have cleaned up." Sebastien stated matter-of-factly. "Luckily this was only a copy of contracts and payments plans. Malfoy, you're lucky. this is something I can cover. Since your only twenty-five, this shouldn't hurt your record too much. I expect that you'll work your arse off to gain back my faith in you."

"Yes Sir." I nodded.

"You may go." I rose and turned to leave when he stopped me once more. "Malfoy, you're not a bad lawyer. You've more than proved you don't always let your father buy your reputation. I'm glad to have you on my team."

"Thank you, Sir." His eyes held a truthful sincerity that gave me a warm feeling. "I won't let you down again."

"You better not or it'll cost you your BAR."

I went back to my cubical and began making updates to the recent filings for Mister Sumner. Everyone knew he was guilty of murdering his wife, but proving it was another story. The Ministry had no hard evidence on him and as long as they couldn't promote the competence of our government, why should we? After all, it's God's job to ensure justice, ours to win. An hour after touching up on the language in the legal documents, I sighed in frustration at the events of the previous night. How could a Greengrass manipulate me so easily? I hadn't been drinking heavily. The nervous woman I had seen this morning had somehow become a mysterious and controlling vixen that, inside a fog filled club, had me wrapped around her finger in mere minutes.

"Draco, your mother sent a letter for you. She wants to have lunch." Camera told me, smiling as she handed me a few more papers. "Blaise called to say he made it home safely. A reporter from Witch Weekly also owled." I moaned, surprising her. "Since when does a Malfoy turned down an honor to be labeled as the third most eligible bachelor in London?"

"Who won first and second?"

"Minister Shackbolt and Robert Northland." I knew Northland would up me since his father's the minister of the States. But how the bloody hell did Shackbolt beat both of us? I know he's minister but he's recently started graying and gained a few pounds. As if this day couldn't get any worse. "Oh and Pansy sent mail. She's back from her honeymoon and wants to have lunch."

I spoke to soon.

"Tell Mum I have nine meetings today, back-to-back. Remind Blaise that rents due tomorrow. Tell Witch Weekly I thank them for the honor but I'll have to miss their interview. And tell Pansy she's a backstabbing whore and I never want to see her face again."

"Meetings, rent due, miss interview, whore and no lunch. I think I have it." Camera poked at me as she walked away.

I attempted to return back to the papers but my male instincts took control. Images from last nights affair kept creeping back to my mind. How could the sounds of pleasure coming from the mouth of a woman I despised effect me so much? I had to push this away. What happened between Astoria Greengrass and I was nothing of importance. It was a mere one-night stand and one of her manipulation tactics that nearly resulted in the loss of my job. As far as I was concerned, the woman was dead to me,. Yet I had to admit the sex was bloody amazing.

"Hey Malfoy, I'm heading to lunch." Gerald, an older lawyer, informed me. "You want anything? I'm going to this new barbecue place in Diagon Alley. A leg, thigh or breast perhaps? They make excellent chicken."

Oh Merlin, why do you hate me? "I'll pass, thanks."

Work finally ended and I raced home, avoiding the normal after-shift drink and dinner offers from my colleges. Blaise sat on the couch, holding ice to his head from a hangover.

"Hey mate. I saw you leave with Astoria Greengrass last night. Was she good?"

I stared at him with disbelief. "How do you know her?"

"I was the one that popped her cherry seventh year after she dropped fifty pounds the previous summer." Of course! "What's bitten you?"

I told him about the notorious Greengrass sister and he sat up with concern. "Wait, are you fired?"

"Luckily not."

Blaise sighed with relief. "Good, because there's no way I can start covering for your bills... over the actions of that notorious whore!" He added, seeing my glare. "Though, you should have expected it. She is Daphne's little sister."

I sighed in agreement as I sat down next to him. He looked back over to me with a raised brow.

"So how was it?"

"You slept with her before." I spat.

"But she was a virgin then... Astoria has to be better now? Grade her."

I plopped back against the couch and moaned. "A perfect 'O' the first time, ten points of extra credit added the second."

Blaise shook his head, laying down on his end of the couch. "I'm really glad I'm not you right now, Mate."

I sighed, wondering when he stopped having relationship issues and I gained them.