Sorry for the short chapter! It's only like 2k words. Hopefully I will be able to update sooner.
Few people truly knew the man Draco Malfoy could be. He wasn't his father, and he wasn't truly the mean git that walked the halls of Hogwarts. He enjoyed triple chocolate brownie chunk ice cream, sunny days, and muggle rock music. He could talk your head off about Shakespeare and the Bronte sisters, and truly enjoyed all muggle literature. Only a few people could say they knew this about him. His mother, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott were the only three who came to his mind.
So when Theodore Nott came to Draco and asked if he would be his best man at his wedding, Draco whole heartedly accepted. He was surprised Theo had chosen him over Blaise, since he had never met the bride to be. Theo insisted it was because he was more of a brother than Blaise and the decision was made.
Tonight was the night of Theo's engagement ball and anyone who is anyone was invited. Every pureblood and influential person in Wizarding society would show up and congratulate the happy couple, they would dance, and then head back home drunker than when they arrived. Draco only hoped this evening would end with him buried inside a certain curly headed witch.
She did say she would be making an appearance at the party, and if all went well he would have her on her knees in the cloak closet. The thought alone made him hard and he had to think of Pansy laughing just to calm down.
Taking one last look in the mirror he watched as his reflection smiled and strutted about. He looked fucking fantastic; Granger wouldn't know what hit her.
The party was in full swing when he arrived, the rooms had been enchanted bigger, to hold all of the high society wizards and witches. It was decorated in soft blues and silvers, making the room feel like they were in a fairytale in the clouds. Above him the annoying little fairies were twinkling and giggling, how Nott had managed to curse them into staying put was beyond him.
Scanning the room with his eyes, Draco caught sight of a few people he knew. He was still a pariah among many, but thankfully not among his fellow Slytherin's.
Everyone he came upon greeted him warmly, and shared their condolences. He would nod and tell them his father would be missed. He lied of course, what would they say if they knew he was happy the old snake was gone? That he couldn't torture his mother into submission anymore?
Before he could dwell any further the room seemed to fall into a hush as Mrs. Zabini appeared before everyone, on the small grand staircase leading to the second floor.
"I would like to thank you all on behalf of the late Mr. and Mrs. Nott, I know they would have been proud to stand here tonight and introduce their son Theodore and his bride to be."
The room erupted in applause, and Draco looked around to see if he could find his best mate, and future ball and chain. There were too many people so he returned his attention to Blaise's mother who was still speaking quite animatedly about Theo's parents.
"—I know for a fact they would have loved her, for I've met her on several occasions and have become quite enamored myself. I am pleased to present Mr. Theodore Nott and his lovely fiancée Miss Hermione Granger"
The roar of clapping sounded as if it were under water to Draco. She couldn't have said Granger, anyone else but her. His forehead started to pound from the noise, and his palms became sweaty. He tried to wipe them off on his pants, but felt as if he couldn't move.
The couple came out from a set of enormous double doors, and with her arm linked firmly in his best mates..was Hermione Granger. The girl he had thought about constantly, and spent a better part of yesterday evening inside. He fucked his best friend's fiancée!
What was she doing cheating on Theo? Was this an everyday thing for her? Had the Gryffindor princess become a common slag? He knew it wasn't true by how tight she felt around him—God he had to stop this line of thinking, she was Theo's intended.
Once the applause and noise had died down, and everyone returned to dancing or socializing, Draco made his way towards the young couple. He registered the look of complete shock and fear on Granger's face as he made his way over.
Good. Let her worry.
She had completely fucked with his head, and other parts of his body, while she was engaged to his best friend.
"Theo! How are you mate?" Draco put on his brightest, friendliest smile, and greeted his old friend with enthusiasm. It wasn't Theo's fault he had chosen an adulterous woman as a fiancée.
"Draco Malfoy, How the hell are ya?" Draco was suddenly engulfed in a tight hug by his best friend. Theo was always one for expressing his feelings and usually it was through physical contact.
"I'm great..great.. I just arrived yesterday evening in fact." He noticed out of the corner of his eye Granger stiffened and tightened her grip on her champagne glass.
"Is that so? How was it, coming back to the land of no sun?" The last he had written to Theo he was on a sandy warm beach in Greece eating exotic fruit, and women.
"It was interesting, quite a warm welcome but I've had warmer." He sneered. Let Granger take that how she wants.
"I'll bet you have" Theo laughed, having no idea he was further insulting his fiancée.
A throat clearing caused the two to face Hermione, who was currently looking unimpressed.
"Oh! You've already met Hermione, but let me introduce you to her as my beautiful fiancée – Hermione Granger" Theo's lips pressed against her cheek as it became red in embarrassment.
"Thank you Theo, and yes Malfoy and I were in the same year as you at Hogwarts. He and Harry always seemed to be at each other." She nervously remarked. Her slender fingers played with the ends of her curls, and her eyes were anywhere but on him.
That just wouldn't do.
"Granger and I were actually supposed to be Head Boy and Head Girl in our seventh year, until the war started that is. Shame really, we could have gotten closer had we actually gone back." He winked in her direction, as her eyes widened.
"That is a shame." Theo actually looked saddened at the fact his best mate and fiancée weren't better friends. If he knew how close they really were he would be beating the shit out of Draco not feeling sympathy.
Hermione cleared her throat once more, and nervously told Theo that she needed to use the ladies room, that she would be right back. He nodded and gave her a quick kiss before dismissing himself as well, to see how his other guests were fairing.
Malfoy scanned the room to make sure no one else was watching and proceeded to head towards the first floor restroom.
He caught her as she was leaving, her loose curls with a touch of frizz on the edges, giving her away completely. His arm snaked out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into the nearest cloak closet, and magically locked it.
Her look of surprise and fear melted as she saw the platinum hair of her kidnapper.
"How dare you—"she started
"How dare I? How dare YOU. You cheated on Theo. You fucked ME, his best friend, in a dirty alley. I suppose that's where you belong you filthy little—"before he could finish his slur he felt the burning sensation on skin, left behind by her slap.
"Oh God, Malfoy, I'm so—"she was cut off as his lips found hers, rough and punishing. He was angry, rightfully so, and was taking it out on her through their kiss.
He snaked his hands down between them and unbuckled his pants, letting the slacks fall to the floor in a heap at his ankles. His cock sprang forth, and pressed against her thigh; the silk of her dress feeling blissful against it.
"Tell me Granger" he growled out, thrusting against her thigh "Tell me why you let me fuck you yesterday."
"Theo wants to wait until marriage for sex..." she whispered, her hand wrapping around his member "He treats me like a princess, you were there, and I wanted to feel bad just once." She started to pump her hand, causing Draco to close his eyes and moan.
"You don't know what it's like to be treated like a porcelain doll." She stressed, her grip tightening. She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his length into her mouth. Her curls bobbing as she took him deeper. He was close to finishing, and while the idea of her swallowing was erotic as fuck, he wanted to be inside of her again.
"Turn around" he panted.
She did as he asked, as she turned to face the racks of dark cloaks hanging around her. Flashbacks of Death Eaters surrounding her caused her to momentarily panic, but it was quickly squelched as she felt Malfoy's long fingers pull up her dress.
As he pushed the garment up more and more, he was rewarded with a tantalizing sight. Hermione Granger sans knickers, her slightly tan legs spread open and ready for him.
"Were you expecting to be fucked tonight Granger?" he asked in surprise.
"Of course not!" she sputtered indignantly. "I didn't want panty lines, that dress' material would have shown everything."
He palmed his length as she gave her excuses, he could already see she was so wet it was hitting smeared against her thighs. So Granger gets off on blowing me. He thought.
He teased her slit, causing her to whimper each time he hit her clit, before sinking inside of her. He was close from her mouth, and he needed to hurry before Theo became suspicious.
A devious idea for payback came to mind as he quickened his pace. He grabbed ahold of her hips and slapped his hand roughly against her ass. The stinging sensation caused her scream out loud. "That was for hitting me Granger." He grunted as he felt the sensation that comes with climaxing.
"And this" he moaned as he came deep inside of her "is for not telling me you're Theo's fiancée" once he was spent and had gone soft, he removed himself from inside her. He could hear her whimpers of need and although he felt like complete shit, he knew it was for the best. She needed to see he was an asshole, and to not want him.
He wasn't sure he could resist her if she came back for more.
"This is over Granger. Whatever we've done stays between you and me. You will marry Theo, and pop out half-blood brats, and I will go back to shagging everything in sight. This is how it has to be."
He was thankful his voice came out detached; inside he was having a small panic attack at the thought of never seeing her again. He knew he wouldn't be able to fuck another woman anytime soon, but she didn't need to know that. This was for the best.
With a quick scourgify Draco and Hermione were both clean and presentable. She had yet to move herself from the floor and her cheeks were wet with tears.
As he leaned down to wipe them from her face, she pushed him back forcefully.
"Don't Touch Me" she cried out, her whole body shaking with sobs she wouldn't release.
As he watched her evacuate the closet he could only feel one thing….regret.