This is now a wip called "Divinity." It's been rewritten and some elements changed...
Some of these chapter's are being dedicated, in no particular order to some of my writer friends.
This chapter is for one of my wonderful betas and fellow Gryffindor, Mr Benzedrine. Thanks for always understanding me! No matter how far fetched I think I'm being.
This chapter was beta-d by the lovely Saintdionysus X
Chapter Text
"Pray"
By JRY ft Rooty
I pace back and forth in front of my lavish fireplace. My fingers clasp firmly around an empty glass. I've been doing this for so long the ice cubes have melted, and the dregs of my firewhiskey look like watered-down apple juice. I did not sign up for this shit—marriage. I'm in my fucking prime! She won't even suck my dick!
I'm not struggling with what's expected of me as a pureblood husband, but there are things I won't stand for—I absolutely refuse. Astoria is a nightmare on legs, and I need out of this union. I don't give a fuck about bloodlines and purity. Heck. At this point, I'd even consider taking the Weaslette!
I slam my glass down on the ledge above the fireplace and the glass shatters. I glance at the time, and I'm already late. Fuck. I enter the fireplace and floo to Nott Manor.
I step into Nott's office, and he's knocking back the remainder of his drink. He looks at me curiously before reprimanding my tardiness."Nice of you to finally join us, Draco. Luckily Zabini and I own the club, so it doesn't matter if we're late."
I give a curt nod to Zabini and he returns the acknowledgment. With a sneer, I tell Theo,"Fuck off, Nott. If you married a Greengrass, you'd be fucking late too."
Theo's lips curl into a wicked smile, "I was going to be a smartass, but I have to agree with you on that." He proceeds, "Anyway—enough of that. You want a night off. We are here to help."
Zabini and Nott share a look between each other that I haven't seen before. It's clear they are up to something. Before I can question their motives, they drag me into the floo and we are landing in the office of their club, "Divinity."
With this being the first time I've attended their club and not knowing much about it, I can't help but ask questions. Unfortunately, I missed the grand opening—thanks to my wife.
"So, tell me—what makes your Gentlemen's club better than the rest?"
Blaise sneers, but with no hint of malice. It's sly and mischievous—the type of look he gives when he's confessing a dirty little secret. I admit it. I'm intrigued.
"Divinity," Isn't exactly what one would call a gentlemen's club," explains Blaise casually.
Nott smirks and adds, "It's a secret society of well-connected witches and wizards."
I raise my brows with interest and motion them to carry on.
Blaise continues. "All members are a "Deity," there are no rules. However, all deities sign a blood oath—what happens in Divinity stays in Divinity ."
Theo interjects, "Membership is by invitation only. And we only accept the elite. This goes far beyond blood status and money. We're talking connections here," says Theo as he sweeps his hand through his dark locks before explaining further.
"The oath protects the sanctity of the club and also acts as a sort of gag order. Meaning that you could very well see the Minister of magic partaking in the club's activities but you're forbidden to discuss it outside of these walls."
Blaise strides across the office, halting in a small sitting area. He motions for Theo and I to join him. I follow suite and accede to the comforts of a luxurious deep-green leather chaise. As if disregarding years of friendship, he addresses me with a sense of formality reserved for business transactions. His mannerisms are surprising and I give my undivided attention. "So basically, you want to divorce Astoria without the chaos, correct?" He tilts his head looking to me for confirmation of his assumption. I nod, albeit annoyed of how apparent my failing marriage is to everyone. Blaise is unsympathetic, he displays nothing but calm and collected, and it reminds me of what it's like to be in the company of wizards I can actually trust.
Blaise summons three glasses full of ice and pours each of them a scotch. I have to say I find it weird we're drinking a muggle beverage. Times are truly changing. Blaise sips his drink and continues to converse. "Handle your business with one of our deities. We have access to the best lawyers. I highly recommend Granger."
"Granger!?" I repeat his shocking suggestion.
Theo starts using wild hand movements, it's obvious he's spent far too much time with the Italian. "She's the best as far as we're concerned. Granger solely defends, protects, and represents the club. Her deity clientele list alone is rather extensive," he explains. "Before we can continue, you need to take the oath."
I understand that what they have here is unique and I must say; I like it. I accept. "Very well then."
"Oh and Draco," interjects Blaise. "Disagreements amongst the Deity do not exist. All outside problems are left at the door. Alter egos causing trouble with a fellow deity in the club risk torture and loss of admission. As well as several other things—mainly to do with one's status and connections. We run deep here and we have a lot of power at our disposal."
The statement sparks my interest because I feel he's directing at me for a particular reason. As Theo shuffles forward to explain, I realise that's true.
"We mean this, Draco. If you see Potter, there's no conflict within these walls. Don't put us in the position where we have to intervene with your "standing." We've already had to socially strip McLaggen, and it wasn't pretty. He was...umm—well he went too far after getting lucky with Granger. He's the reason why we've added: "what happens in Divinity stays in Divinity to the oath."
I nod in agreement, but I'm secretly shocked Granger had it in her. Moreso I'm impressed by the support of these two, and it leaves so many unanswered questions.
Blaise stands to smooth out his robes with his hands. "So for obvious legalities, Granger must be present during your initiation. If you wish to converse with her about personal matters I highly suggest ordering her an apple martini and joining her for a beverage before discussing business. Makes things a bit more pleasant."
My response is a little sharp, but I can tell they understand this is a big change for me. I accept the advice, and reply, "Noted."
Blaise and Theo nod at each other before Blaise announces, "Right. Let's get to proceedings then."
Blaise disapparated and reappears with Hermione linked on his arm within seconds, and I am pleasantly surprised. She is a smouldering vision in a glittering slinky black dress and strappy stilettos. Beauty has really become her.
Her lips look as luscious and plump as a delectable strawberry and tinted in a seductive shade of red. I can't help but think it. I would like to bite that lip.
Her hair is a wave of soft luscious curls swept onto her left shoulder exposing her alabaster neck. My mouth waters at the sight of her naked skin.
She surprisingly approaches me, greeting me with a warm, welcoming smile, "Evening, Malfoy."
It's something she's never given me before, and I must say—I like it. She dips her head to nod courteously, and I'm impressed by her manners.
She speaks with the type of confidence I've never seen in a witch, and it enlightens me. I already understand why Zabini and Nott have grown to trust her. I wonder who invited her to Divinity? Has either of them been tempted to mix business with pleasure? I wonder why she slipped up with Mclaggen—unless she often mixes business with pleasure? Either way I am intrigued.
If that's the case, I am definitely interested in exploring all of my options with her. I take her hand and kiss the back of it politely; returning her gesture with the same respect. I've never wanted to be single as much as I do now but given my impending divorce, I feel no guilt or remorse about my fantasies with her.
I find Hermione's presence commanding, as she summons an ancient looking scroll out of thin air with a click of her fingers. Her hips sway as she walks over to a peculiar painting on the wall and she opens the portrait revealing a hidden box in the wall. She retrieves from it a velvet case containing a strange looking quill.
She motions me to Theo's desk and I sit before her in compliance captivated her in every sense. She walks out from behind the desk and signals something to Blaise and Theo causing them to leave us alone. I refuse to let on that I'm curious. She stands behind me but I admit I feel a jolt of nerves. She places her hand on top of my shoulder and I stiffen at her unsuspecting touch, not knowing what to expect from here. Her hand sweeps from my shoulder touching my arm and to my hand. Her delicate fingers grasp mine; peeling them away from the arms of the chair.
Her intense gaze pierces me, and I'm frozen. Not wanting the moment to end but too proud to implicate otherwise. She holds the strange quill at my pointed digit, and I notice it's inscribed with ancient runes and the end of the quill is sharp. She penetrates my skin with the pointed blade, and it's apparent the quill is using my blood as its source of an inkwell. Once she removes the quill, she guides my finger to the enchanted scroll and smears my bloody fingerprint on it. She hands me the quill and urges me to sign it. I feel as though I'm signing my life away but nothing can be worse than my marriage to Astoria, so I put my faith in the club. I put my trust in Hermione, and her demeanour has a calming effect on my nerves. I hadn't realised the initiation was over until she swivels my chair around and I am almost nose-to-nose with her. I should feel uncomfortable, but I don't. I ignore the urge to gulp.
She smiles at me and I feel a flutter in my chest. Suddenly, this feeling is a bit more bearable. I smile back at her, not a smirk, not a sneer but a genuine smile, and she radiates something that just pulls me in.
She speaks clear as ever and what she says astounds me. "So, Malfoy. I believe you have a predicament regarding the impending divorce of your wife."
I can't find the words so I merely nod; a positive response.
I hear nothing, but I see seduction oozing from her lips as she says innocently, "I can take care of that for you."
The way her lips move to form each word beckons me. The delicate swipe of her tongue unnerves me and threatens to challenge me in ways I've never known. I didn't know I needed her till now.
She unexpectedly takes my bloody finger and edges it toward her mouth, and I feel a raging pulse in my cock. Who is this devil of a witch and what is she going to do with my finger? She slips it in her mouth—her tongue swirling the Inside of her cheeks enveloping my finger, and I exhale a long breath. Fuck, Granger when did you get so fucking hot?
I'm completely caught in her pleasant surprise. She was never one for sly innuendos, and I can no longer control myself. Words spill from my mouth before my mind can process them. "Keep doing that, Granger, and you'll have something else thrust into your mouth. I don't think that's the kind of business we came to discuss."
Her cheeks hollow as she pulls my finger from her mouth, and I hear the wet smack of her lips in doing so. She leans over me, clears her throat and says, "I handle all of my business with the best intentions—to the best of my ability. Lucky for you, I happen to get off on the seduction of married men. The fact that they are divorcing makes it easier on my conscience."
My lips curl into a wicked smile. She just sang, and it was music to my ears. I pull her onto my lap and she straddles me willingly. I allow my hand to grip her neck, holding her in place while my lips brush her earlobes. I hover for a moment allowing my breath to echo in her ears. I feel a magnetic force pulling me too her and it's—overwhelming. Before I get a chance to act she whips her arm around and it swipes my grip away from her neck. She pins me with her body, and I indulge her. This is new territory for me and I'm enjoying it. I feel her lips graze my cheek and a rush of air as she whispers, "You're mine now, Malfoy. I own you."
