Disclaimer: I don't own anything Potter; I'm just borrowing the characters. No copyright infringement is intended, and I'm not making any money from the writing of this. It's all for a bit of innocent fun.
Inspired by the hp_3forfun community on LJ; original prompt - "What's that look for? We're only going into the kitchen."
Giving the long-stemmed glass in his hand a gentle swirl before placing it beneath his nose, Draco inhaled the enticing scents of leather, spices and berries in the wine. As if they had synchronized the action, he and both of his companions took a small sip from their glasses together. The slightly warmed drink washed over his tongue and Draco's eyes slipped closed briefly at its taste; hints of soy sauce, licorice, and a pleasant undertone of something floral. When he glanced again at his wife and their guest, he noticed Pansy's pale hand resting improperly high on Blaise's thigh.
"Excellent wine," Blaise murmured, leaning forward to place his glass on the coffee table in front of him. "Romane Conti, if I'm not mistaken?" Draco only nodded, his eyes locked on Pansy's hand where it was nearly pawing at the other wizard's groin. Glancing at him through her thick lashes over the rim of her own wine glass, Pansy smirked.
"Blaise, I could use your hand bringing the hors d'oeuvres out, if you wouldn't mind." Her voice was low and sultry, and neither man seemed willing to point out that it was the house-elf's job to serve them.
Instead, Blaise nodded mutely and stood to follow the dark-haired woman. As they passed, Draco caught his wife's eye and raised one thin eyebrow at her. Stopping, she smiled sweetly at him, although he could see the hint of mischief in her gaze.
"Now what is that look for? We're only going into the kitchen, Draco."
"Of course you are," he replied, taking another sip of his wine as he watched the two disappear from the sitting room. This was always the way of the game between them, and Draco settled back in his chair for a moment to take another leisurely sip from his glass. He wouldn't be needed in the kitchen for several minutes, giving Pansy and Blaise the opportunity to have a little bit of 'alone' time together before he joined them. Voyeur that he was, Draco always preferred to walk in on them already starting and take his time observing. When he finally rose from his overstuffed chair and crossed the room to the kitchen, a smirk hovered at the corners of his mouth. He could hear Pansy's moans already, and the two of them were still several feet down the hall from where he stood...