Author's Note: Written for Queenb23's prompts from the "28 Flavors" challenge. I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spells it on the Weasley Family Tree.


From the corner of his eye, he could see Scorpius pull at the high collar of his dress robes. Between that and the sulky expression Scorpius wore, Draco knew what his son was going to say before he did.

"May I go now?"

"Yes, fine, go." His son had been trying and failing all night to hide how bored he was at this event. "If you'd be so kind as to check on your sis--"

Draco's voice trailed off into a sigh. Scorpius was already bounding up the stairs - two at a time - in his haste to get out of the party.

Try as he might, Draco couldn't blame his son. This party was meant to be the Malfoy's family long-awaited re-introduction to society. Yet, despite being a success, he couldn't wait for it to be over.

He looked across the ballroom, easily spotting Asteria as she danced with McLaggen. The other wizard had pulled her as close as propriety would allow and even from this distance, Draco could tell from the grin on McLaggen's face and the way he looked at her that he was flirting. He wasn't the first wizard tonight to press as close to Asteria as he could, lust in his eyes. Each hoping she'd forget herself long enough to pull him into some darkened room for a few stolen moments.

Asteria smiled brightly and almost convincingly as she made small talk, the pair moving under the chandelier for a moment in such a way that the light from the candles made her dress glitter as if it were covered with stars.

The dress had been a gift from Draco. He'd been on business in Italy several months ago and had liked the design so much, he'd had it made for her. Covered with thousands of goblin-made crystals, it had only been finished last week. At first glance when pulled from the box, the dress looked deceptively modest with its three-quarter length sleeves, high collar and long, trailing skirt.

When worn, however, the effect could be called anything but modest. The dress clung to her as if she'd been poured into it, begging the eyes to trace the curves of her body and making the hands itch to do the same. Draco was honestly torn between wanting to watch her more until the memory of her emblazoned on his mind and wanting to see that dress in a forgotten heap at their feet.

It only took a few moments for the image of his wife naked, debauched and writhing beneath him to win that battle.

The song ended and Draco strode across the floor, eager to claim the next dance. Blaise had clearly been hoping he would be next and openly scowled when he saw him coming. Draco smirked.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, pulling her flush against him because he could.

She smiled and unlike the ones before with the others, this one reached her eyes. "You may."

He trailed soft kisses along her cheek and jaw before lightly sucking on an earlobe, earning a small gasp from her. "Draco..."

"I want you."