As I explained before English is not my mother language, writing a chapter doesn't take long but I'll go over it four times fine tuning it before my Beta get's to over it. So putting up a chapter takes time. I am not abandoning the story as I have several chapters written which need attention as well.
Thanks to Darque Queen7 for being my Beta.
Oh and Scorrose shippers, the Draco/ Rose thing has purpose and my muse needs it...but it is still a Scorpius Rose drama...
Malfoy business
Dom woke up early; the sun was shining bright and lit up her bed room. The fresh air was breezing through her window and the sounds of nature filled her room. London was always bustling with big city noises. But here in Scotland up in the Highlands it was all so quiet and peaceful.
She started to giggle thinking about Rose. Oh my the girl was so funny, she just wasn't aware of the effect she had on the male population. Sure she wasn't a Veela but her natural beauty and naïvety made her very attractive. Men wanted to own her and protect her. In Scorpius's case, he thought he needed to protect her virtue even if Rose did not give a damn about it. She had always been one of the guys and a real girl along side of it.
The way Draco had looked when it was her opening the door told her enough. If Dom had not been there, he would have definitely made a move on Rose. The man was a right stud even if he was just a bit older. Who cares about age anyway if the man still looked so gorgeous when in fact he was yes, a bit older. Hihihi, I just kill my self sometimes.
Dominique pulled on a robe and headed down the stairs, put the kettle on and went outside. It was still early and the sun had just come up, the air was cool but it promised to be another hot day. Staring across the Loch and the hills made her feel humble. Her normal rowdy self became silent when the beauty of it all just hit her. She would need some pastels and a sketchbook, she thought as her artistic side flared up.
"Good morning cuz!" She said as Rose walked out of the French Doors. She was such a beauty; her red hair falling down in nice loose curls. Creamy skin adorned with freckles, small perky nose, bright green eyes and a killer body. Still too thin though. Oh and smart.
Dominique needed to draw her as well, being all fresh and ethereal and last but not least a happy glow again, and there it was. She was in love, again. And once more, a silver blond Malfoy.
Rose, Rose, Rose, you just cannot help yourself. Dominique shook her head, the girl just had complicated written on her forehead. Why could it never be easy, why, Merlin, why? Just find a nice looking bloke, shag the hell out of them and move on to the next! Or just find a bloke who isn't family of any previous shags. No siree, not for Rose!
"I'm making tea, want any?" Dom asked as she walked into the kitchen as the kettle signalled that the water was boiling.
"Oh, yes please! Make it English breakfast Dom!" Dom brought two mugs out and handed one to Rose.
"Oh, Rose why are you still smoking? That is such a disgusting habit!" Dom sighed, it was the most revolting thing Rose did and it was James and Scorpius who got her started.
"Please Dom, just let me have this? It is soothing and I get a clear head when I'm done!" Rose exhaled the smoke and pulled knees under her chin. She hugged her legs and sipped her tea.
"So, what do you want to do today?" She looked at Dom with a lot of affection. She wasn't just her cousin; she was more of a sister. She had caught her when she had toppled over after Scorpius. She was witty and relaxed and street smart. And a very talented artist.
"I need to get some artist supplies; this place is begging me to sketch it!" Dom replied and placed her empty mug on the table. "It is still early and I'm going to take a shower and we're having a nice hearty breakfast." Dom continued as she took the mug into the kitchen and walked up the stairs. No need to confront Rose with her crush just now, she would decide later how she was going to play the red haired beauty.
After breakfast Rose and Dom headed for the nearest bus stop. They were going to travel the Muggle way into the nearest town and then apparate back. Destination, Determination and Deliberation. Destination being the issue here for apparating into town, they had never set foot in the place.
The ride over to town was quite nice, the bus made its way along luscious green and flower filled fields. The sun was bright – and luckily the girls had brought their sunglasses. They tried to look as inconspicuous as they could. But still wearing a Holy Head Harpies shirt and cropped jeans and wearing a cropped tank top long dark green skirt and army boots and being an awfully pretty red and blond did nothing in not getting noticed. Along with their huge aviators it made them very attractive to the opposite sex.
Dominique ventured into an artist supply shop and splashed out on various crayons, pastels and sketch books. She was really delighted with her purchases as her muse had filled her head with subjects.
Rose and Dom found an outdoor café next to a stream. It was a bright sunny day and the air was warm and filled with all sorts of scents. The light turned the scenery golden and hazy; Dom thought that it was such a stunning place. They ordered a lovely lunch and stayed at their seats watching the public go by. They laughed as a few young men sat across of them and ogled them. Rose thought they were so young and immature; it startled her thinking about them in that way. They were of her own age, after all. But still it was how she felt.
Rose and Dom brought some groceries and apparated home before dinner. They had decided they wanted to make a nice meal for themselves and eat it in the garden of the cottage.
The summer light was soft and diffused by the warmth in the air. Dom had taken her sketch pad out and her pastels. Rose was enjoying the warmth of the low sun and light. Dom started to draw her and caught every little speck of light. She used blues, reds and orange pastels. Rose looked so pretty and peaceful it nearly hurt Dom taking advantage of her like this. But she knew what she would do with the pastel drawing. She would send it to London.
Dom decided then and there she would visit here often. The party scene back home was very demanding and this peaceful existence suited her mind set as well.
The next morning before Rose awakened; Dominique had looked through her sketches and found two portraits of Rose she particularly liked. It was an en profile and a frontal with Rose staring deep in thought at the loch. Dominique send Rose owl and gave it Draco' address and a small note attached to it.
A few hours later when Draco was in his London penthouse reading the Sunday newspaper her sketches arrived. Draco saw the unknown owl on the banister of his twentieth floor apartment. He strolled over and tried to lure the stubborn beast inside. He took his tin of owl treats and the owl scooted nearer. Draco saw the sketch paper and the note attached to it.
'Hello, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry I interrupted your cosy get together with my cousin Rose. Had I not been there, who knows what would have happened! I sensed a certain chemistry between you two and as my Veela genes are seldom wrong, don't try to get into a discussion about it with me.
I am enjoying my stay here at the cottage and my muse instructed me to make some sketches. Within you will find two included. I think you will be as impressed with the subject as I am.
Yours sincerely, Dominique Weasley.'
Draco chuckled, that Dominique girl was something else. She was funny and a sharp observer. But being a Veela and artist did that. He unrolled the sketch paper and saw a stunning Rose caught on paper with simple strokes of pastels. Yes, they were breathtaking.
He sat on his couch as he scrutinised both drawings. She looked ethereal and deep in thought; there was some sadness in her eyes which made the woman vulnerable. His heart flared up. He knew now he would have to make work of her or let her go entirely. He needed to decide and make it final so he could move on or immerse himself completely in her.
Rose waited for Victoire to arrive and go over the papers for the last time.
"Rose what have you done?!" Victoire asked sternly.
"Not, sure what it is your hinting at Victoire!" Rose looked at her cousin with great anticipation.
Victoire had a broad smile on her face and a rather devious glint in her eye. She and Dom were sometimes like twins only Victoire was more of the cool and collected type.
"I'm referring to these contracts," she replied - and again Rose wasn't sure what Victoire was talking about.
"Well these contracts are more than generous and then some! What did you have to do? Sell your firstborn?! Or something else?!" Victoire's eyes were boring into Rose's.
"No, I haven't had sex with the man, Victoire, and I resent your insinuation!" Rose huffed and became rather angry at her pretty and smart cousin.
"Uhm Rose, I wasn't insinuating that. I was thinking along the lines of slipping him a potion or casting a spell on him! I wasn't referring to sex at all!" Victoire started to laugh as Rose face went beet red.
"Why? Haven't you had sex with him, he is fit gorgeous looking and very, very wealthy!" Victoire looked glum now.
"Cut it 'Vic', you're just like your sister! His age for one and second he's Scorpius dad," Rose nearly shrieked; those girls were insufferable! Gods, they know how to drive a girl around the bend!
"Ok, enough! But if you do, it will be mind blowing I'm sure! The man oozes strong will and roughness, no soft touchy feely, rrrrrarr; he will make you see stars!" Rose nearly exploded as Victoire delivered her final word.
"Please, let's just go and meet my new business partner!" She shoved Victoire out of the cottage.
Draco's car was parked in the driveway, so Rose assumed he and his solicitor were in the building. Leading the way, Rose and Victoire entered her office and Draco was leaning and sitting half on her desk. He looked too delicious for words, Rose mused. Oh, bollocks! Thanks for the distracting thoughts, Victoire!
"Hello ladies!" Draco greeted them and shook Victoire's hand.
Rose caught a glance of a champagne cooler and flutes as the solicitors and partners to be seated themselves around the conference table and pulled the contracts from their folders.
"Now, can we all agree upon the contracts at hand!?" Pernille looked at Rose and Draco.
"Yes I will agree!" Rose stated.
"And so do I!" Draco said. He looked at Rose and pictured the drawings he had at home. Yes, he very much would like not only her picture at his apartment but the living and breathing picture as well. He had no idea how he would approach her. It could be the end of everything if he did - or the beginning. He couldn't bear if it was the first. No; better to let it just slide. Better let it slide then to scare her off.
She oozed confidence right now, but he felt it was a thin veneer. They all signed the final contracts and Draco cracked the champagne bottle.
"Oh, forgive me Mr. Malfoy, but I cannot drink alcohol?!" Victoire stated.
Rose looked at her cousin with astonishment. "Ooooh, Victoire is Teddy going to have a little brother or sister?" Rose hugged her cousin.
"Now, you know why I say sex a lot, Rose! My Veela blood is pumping like mad!" Victoire whispered in Rose's ear.
"Yes well, I'm only nine weeks so I wasn't ready to tell anyone but Teddy. But you know I love champagne!" Victoire looked radiant, how could Rose have missed this? She knew why; her mind was far too occupied.
"Now cousin, dear! Congratulations on your business deal! It's a good one!" Victoire filled her flute with water and clinked Rose and Draco's glasses.
"Now, Miss, Weasley would you join Pernille and me for diner at the pub tonight?!" Draco suggested. "Oh and if Mrs. Lupin wants to join us, she can of course."
"Uhm, it's Mrs. Weasley, actually. But no, thanks. I cannot hold much down as it is!" Victoire excused herself.
"Uhm, yes Mr. Malfoy that would be nice actually!" So it was Miss. Weasley again and Pernille would join them. It wasn't looking too peachy, Rose felt. It wasn't what she had imagined; she did not know what she actually imagined. It was all so confusing. Her emotions were running a riot with her.
"We'll pick you up at half past six. Would that suit you?" Draco said evenly.
"Yes, that would be lovely!" Rose added, as she sipped more of her favourite champagne and Draco and Pernille headed out of the office.
Draco and Pernille stepped inside Draco's car. When they were seated Pernille faced Draco. "What was that about?" she asked. "We were not going to dine and as it is I have a date with your son. So what's the deal?! What is going on Draco?"
"I'm not in the habit of playing games, but I needed to see her reaction. And I liked what I saw." Draco sighed when he divulged his intentions.
"Aah. Dangerous game, which could have easily back fired!" Pernille laughed a bit. Her boss was a bit obvious but she got it, the Red head was a pretty thing.
"I would appreciate it if you keep it to yourself. Scorpius doesn't need to know now," Draco added dryly.
Rose wasn't too pleased about the dinner arrangement; she would have loved to have gone to diner with just Draco. She desperately wanted to spend time with him alone. That Pernille woman was too pretty; maybe Draco all ready had a thing going on with her. And why, oh why, did that bother her so much? Of course she knew, but wasn't admitting to it. It would make it real admitting to it. Admitting to what exactly?
Yes; she liked him. Hell, she wanted him! But she wasn't, was she? Admitting to it. So henceforth it wasn't so.
Rose showered and put on her white see through lacy underwear. It just made her feel good wearing them even if Draco wouldn't get to see it. She also donned a creamy silk blouse and a grey pencil skirt. Her creamy high heels complemented the look. She decided to pin her hair to the side of her head. A soft pink lip gloss and soft orange blush finished it off.
Draco got his sharpest suit out, yes it mattered what a man would wear. He knew it was so, it was a Muggle suit he had it made at Saville Row. He also owned a couple from Milan. They were the best tailors around. He donned a very dark blue and light blue pin stripe, a dark blue button up shirt and a silver tie. He selected his biggest sport watch. He wanted to let her see him for what he was. A business person; a successful one. Or rather a powerful wizard, as he was of course. It mattered that she was aware.
The ritual had started without them knowing it was.
He had decided to send his driver to Rose and apparate to the pub. Rose had to wait for him. He wanted her to suffer, craving him; he wasn't sure why it mattered. But it did.
No, it shouldn't, she was young enough to be his daughter. Hell, she was younger than Scorpius. It would be sinful. But why did he crave it? No not it.
Her...
Draco's car stood outside the cottage. Rose took her clutch and put her wand in it. Rose stood in front of the mirror and watched her reflection. Yes, this was her looking professional with a hint of sexy. The driver rang the door bell and Rose opened the door. She braced herself, inhaled deeply and slowly releasing her breath.
"Mr. Malfoy asked if I could take you to the pub, something came up and Ms. Grayson and he will join you later." The driver was courteous and held the car door for her.
Rose, however, was seething. What the fuck was he playing at? He could not treat her like some common... Well she would let him know she was none too pleased with this. She had dolled herself up and made a real effort here. Those Malfoy men! She had no idea why she bothered with them. They always pulled fast ones on her.
Rose arrived at the pub and walked in. Draco had all ready apparated there and had cast a disillusionment charm. He watched her walk by. She wasn't amused; it wasn't difficult to see. Gods, she looked so pretty. It was now or never tonight. He really had to have her. Rose was seated at their usual spot and was handed a nice, tangy and dry white wine.
After a while Draco showed up. Gods, he looked so handsome. She knew in an instant she couldn't be angry with him and Pernille wasn't here, so it would be the two of them after all. Rose stood up as Draco sat at their table.
"No Pernille?!" Her voice sounded more hoarse than she would have liked to.
"No Pernille!" He stated emotionless.
Oh, fuck cool it! He thought as he sized Rose up, creamy silk blouse, very tight pencil skirt, the variety he had trouble with seeing on any woman and her in particular. It shouted mistress and dominance, which he was sure Rose wasn't.
Dominant.
But hell, it looked good on her. Her lips lightly glossed, ready to kiss. Oh gods, this evening would be a torment to sit through.
Oh, Merlin! Her heart thudded like crazy. Her palms were getting sweaty as Draco's eyes pierced hers. Her belly tingled and a certain place between her legs reacted heavily. Oh gods, her nipples grew taut. How could a man have such an effect on her?
Draco watched her pupils dilate and the red blots appear in her neck. Her breathing became heavy and she seemed to tremble. He had trouble not just grabbing her and apparating on the spot. This diner date would prove to have just become near on impossible. The air was filled with an electrifying sexual tension. They both tried to behave civil and professional.
He called her Miss. Weasley and she called him Mr. Malfoy. They both ordered only a main course with a dark heavy burgundy. They tried small talk but failed miserably. The silence was eerie and heavy, fuelled with anticipation and longing. They both had their own thoughts on the subject. He thought she would think he was too old and she thought he would think she was naïve and young. Which, she was, of course.
When they finished their meal Draco helped Rose out of her chair touched the small of her back, Rose sighed as her body reacted to his fingers. It was like a jolt of lightning.
Oh gods she wanted so much to kiss him right then and there, that instant, in that moment. Her body tensed her breath hitched as his fingers sent a current through the fabric of her blouse.
The drive felt like a glide through the landscape each of them wrapped in their own thoughts about each other.
Draco's driver smirked as he watched the couple through his mirror. He knew his boss like no other. He recognised a smouldering scene when he encountered one. And this was as scorching as they could be. Mr. Malfoy had various women in the back of his car but the atmosphere had never been as electrifying as this one, the chemistry at the back of the car was palpable. He could easily bet his month salary on this one.
Dusk was all ready setting in as Rose's cottage came within view. The tension became heavier with each meter they neared the building. Draco watched Rose's face as the heavily filtered evening light caught her creamy skin. This long drive was becoming an ordeal on its own! He could urge his driver to put his foot on the pedal. But he couldn't do that, could he? No he couldn't really...
Draco helped Rose out of the car. She kissed him on his cheek, thanking him for a lovely meal. Which was absurd as she had not tasted anything that went in her mouth.
"Erm, would you like to come in for coffee Mr. Malfoy?" She asked demurely as she turned away towards her house. Draco grabbed her wrist and stopped her in her track.
"No Rose I'm not coming in for coffee," he said with a serious tone to his voice.
Rose glared at him as her eyes watered. Her heart sunk in her stomach. He didn't want her it was clear as day.
"When I come in it won't be for coffee!" His eyes pierced hers his lips smirking. He pulled her close and whispered into her ear. "If you want it as much as I want it then I'll come in. If not, we'll part here and we'll be business partners. Nothing more, nothing less." His breath touched the sensitive skin under her ear. Sending pleasure ripples through her system.
Oh gods! Was he actually implying they could have...?
"Oh, and before you say yes or no, let's not forget I'm Draco Malfoy. I do not do soft and cuddly." His smirk was so tantalizingly hot. All colour drained from Rose face.
All sound disappeared as Rose felt her breath become more laboured, her mind went into overdrive her body was sending all sort of signals into her nervous system. She felt his fingers gripping her wrist his breath was lemony and minty. His scent nutmeg and apple. Every muscle in her wrist felt the tips of his fingers itch her skin.
Rose turned her wrist and entwined her fingers in his. She tugged him closer; signalling him to follow her. Draco tapped his fingers on his car closed the door and followed Rose to her front door.
A/N And this is the cue for all Scorrose lovers to abandon this chapter and everyone who loves a nice dosage of smut to continue reading. Plot wise nothing will happen that will not be revealed later on. Enjoy!
Rose tried to unlock her door but fumbled with her key. She was getting too nervous her hands did not coöperate. Oh, gosh, what would he make off her not being able to unlock the friggin' door?
Draco used wandless magic to alohamora her door. It was very dark in the cottage and Rose could hear her own heartbeat as the door closed behind her. The house was old, but she could smell the newly painted walls. All her senses were heightened as everything around her happened in slow motion. She wanted to turn on the lights but Draco pushed her hand slowly but purposefully down. He pulled her close to his chest and pushed her with her back to her door.
He pushed his pelvis flush against her hips; she could feel him against her hipbone.
"Sssshhh, don't be nervous, there is nothing you do that could be wrong!" Draco nuzzled her neck she could feel his nose taking in her scent. Drinking it eagerly, the tip of his nose caressing her pores. His hands took her wrists in his big but lean strong hands.
He put her hands behind her back holding them there with his left hand. He exposed her front to his mercy. He took a small step backwards and sized her form up. She was as exposed as she would ever be.
With his right hand he touched her forehead and traced an invisible line down to her nose lingering on her lower lip pushing it down exposing her teeth, her mouth opened as he pushed her chin down. Her full lip enticing him, no luring him in.
Before Rose could act on it, his mouth aggressively attacked hers, claiming her mouth and tongue with his. He pulled her lip into his mouth nearly separating her lip from her lower teeth it was so unexpected and feral, that Rose did not register the pain.
As quick as his mouth crashed hers he let her lips go. Rose's chest was heaving, trying to regain her breath.
He leaned back to her ear. "Rose? Are you ready to be mine?" he whispered softly in her ear. Rose tried to answer but groaned with pleasure instead, leaning into his chest, her legs nearly giving out under her.
"Ssssh, steady, love! We'll take this nice and slow. Nod for yes, shake for no." Rose nodded lazily.
Draco still held her hands behind her back his finger traced her throat and down to the collar of her silk blouse. His finger went down again and traced the line of her breast and circled her aureola. Rose closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, oh gods he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She rested her head against the door. Oh, his fingers were working her expectedly.
His mouth claimed hers again and he massaged her breast harder sending pleasure and pain into her system. Her soft skin under his strong fingers, touching it was a necessity. Oh yes, she was so responsive they were going to have so much fun exploring what they could elicit in one another.
He let go of her hand behind her back and grabbed her blouse at the collar, stood back and ripped the fabric from her form. "Oh, look at that! You knew this was going to happen." He smugly said as he admired her small breasts, covered with the white see through lace. Her soft pink nipples stood proudly through the fabric. He was clearly pleasantly surprised by her choice of garments. He roughly pulled the fabric down exposing her breast, her bare chest showing her pretty breasts, her nipples taut. He needed to touch them desperately. He again rolled her nipple between his fingers before he latched onto it with his tongue and sweetly nurtured her breast; it was his part to moan as he suckled her tautness.
Draco's other hand went to her hip and he found the zipper of her skirt and lazily pulled it down, dropping the fabric to the floor. She had a very skimpy white laced thong. His hand went over the fabric and cupped her pubis. He immediately felt her soaked fabric. He let go of her breast and looked at Rose's face. As he softly fingered the fabric, her face turned into a pleasure filled agonising grimace. She wanted to shove his fingers in her wetness; she needed him in her folds so desperately it nearly did her in.
Draco admired the pretty red-head; her body was so responsive, her mind so willing it turned him on like nothing else. This was the right thing to do, they obviously craved one another so much it would be stupid letting this pass. He picked her up bridal style and placed her on the couch, discarding his jacket as he kneeled over Rose. She undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and got rid of his socks. He would hang on to his dark green silk boxers.
Draco placed his knee between Rose legs and hovered over her. He placed his hands next to her head and stared intently in her eyes. He leaned towards her ear and whispered: "You are the single most delicious thing I have ever laid my eyes on!" He sounded sincere and thoroughly infatuated.
His nose stroked her hair and nuzzled her pulse point. He kissed her throat and made his way down to her breasts. He sucked and licked them like he was a hungry wolf. He became feral again and attacked her skin vigorously. He wanted to lick and suck every inch of her skin. His tongue touched the underside of her breasts making them wobble, which he liked very much. Her breasts were small but perky and he could fill his hands easily with delight. He was still on his hands and knees as he made his way down.
When he reached her belly he used some more wandless magic by whispering "impede fanins!" Making sure she was protected against an unwanted pregnancy. A silver swirl came from his fingers and penetrated her skin, sending a light sensation through her abdomen.
Oh gods it was happening, he had come in and he was going to fuck her. The man she had dreams about. He had the kindest and most sincere eyes she had met. But he promised he wouldn't be gentle. Oh, Merlin and Cicere it was what she liked best a man taking her with force showing her he knew how to treat a girl. She had always been one of the boys, except when it came to fucking. Rose had never wanted to be one of the boys she had only played along to be close to one of them and ultimately being in his arms. He had let her down and dumped her as soon as she had given in to him. And now she had his dad, it was wrong. But if it was, why did this feel so right? Oh fuck! He was going down on her! Him; this powerful elitist wizard going down on her, the awkward scrawny little girl. He made her feel a woman and a delectable one. It was hard to believe but it was true.
Draco touched her lace covered pubis again and smirked against her belly button which he was just filling with his tongue, Rose shivered and arched her back. Her hands entangled his carefully slicked silver locks, loosening them up. She had wanted to tousle his hair from the first time she laid eyes on him, wondering how it would make him look. And yes, she liked it a lot; this made him look younger and less regal.
His hand disappeared between Rose's legs and he felt her dampened crotch, his face went further south and he pulled her thong down with his teeth exposing her bare skin. He liked that a lot, it would be so much more pleasurable to go there when her flesh was bare. He would not have minded otherwise but still, nice surprise. The girl was such a hot minx she was driving him mad as it was.
Her scent was so alluring and heady and he realised it was for him, she wanted him. He was being soft with her, so much softer then he normally would be he would save the feral thing. When she was more accustomed to him; more in sync with his wantonness. But still he ripped her thong from her buttock, he kissed her outer lips and with his fingers he parted her labia. He sucked her tender flesh and Rose let out a gasp of surprise. "Oh, gods!" She sighed and she clawed at her cushions for comfort.
He pulled her hips up to allow him better access he nearly sucked her vacuüm, she came violently around his tongue he felt her walls tighten and ripple against his tongue. "Oh, gods, oh, gods!" She moaned. Her voice croaking with delight, even her voice was delectable Draco mused.
He discarded his boxers and lined himself up for her entrance and he pushed in her soaking wetness, he made sure she had been fully prepared to receive his length. Her eyes locked on his. Green and Silver. Growing wide as she welcomed his length into her warmth. Her lips mouthed a yes and again he could see right into her soul. Age didn't matter now, it was Draco and Rose. No Weasley or Malfoy. Their bubble was snug and tight. Their bodies entwined and became one. The magic between them erupted and flared into even more than just sex. It formed a connection on another level; joining their souls. It could never be torn apart. Could it?
Oh, gods, he is so big! Rose thought as she felt him enter her. She had registered that all ready as it had poked her hip. Another part of the Malfoy gene pool she mused. His eyes were staring into hers; he really was even more beautiful up close and personal, his pleasure rippling through his body and face as he pushed into her. She could see something else coming into view. He no longer was Scorpius's dad; he was just Draco. The man she wanted, loved? Hook line and sinker she fell for him then and there. An emotional bond was forming as he brought her to the edge, again...
He started to pump in and out of her she caught his mouth which was still covered with her fluids but she did not care she needed to suck something and his mouth would suffice for now.
He bucked his hips harder and pulled away from her mouth he pulled her legs around his waist and he sat on his knees giving him more leverage and angle. He pounded in her with all his might her breasts wobbled and her skin flushed with redness, she was coming again and milked him for everything he had, her arms were above her head reaching for the armrest to brace herself, as she gave herself fully.
"Oh, Draco, yes, harder, harder, give it to me!" She screamed at him. "Ooooooooh, yesssssss, oh, Merlin!" She bellowed as her orgasm hit her hard.
Draco shot his hot spurts in her. When he had spent himself until the last drop he collapsed on her chest. They lay there panting for breath.
He had enjoyed their coupling so much he had to softly ease out of her ravaged flesh. Pure bliss, it had never been like this. Why had it never been like this? He had been with so many women, but it had never felt this right with any of them. She could break him easily now, he would never be able to let her go, he knew that now. No one could ever be allowed to have her like this under them. No one! Ever! She was his. His alone.
Draco wondered where this sense of possession came from it wasn't his style. Draco scorgified her couch and themselves, picked her up a and carried her to where he knew the bedroom was located.
"Okay love. Brace yourself for round two," he said with a devious glint in his eyes.
Oh gods, yes let's fuck again Rose thought. This man had showed her pleasure she did not know existed. She was so lucky, she mused. She'd willingly let him do whatever he wanted.
A/N. Please review, what do you think?