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Chapter 10:: Ah… Shit
Hermione was unsure what to do. It was a Saturday morning and she was sitting in her office at the daycare. They weren't officially open, but Amanda and Alyssa come in every Saturday evening to prep lesson plans, menus, activities, et cetera. This evening, Amanda was running late as Ginny was in a heated debate with Blaise that afternoon. Alyssa was sitting at her desk, just finishing with everything, and looked over to her desk clock.
Six fifty-five. Draco would be there any minute for their date and she was nervous. He seriously wanted to court Alyssa when Hermione didn't know how she felt. She looked herself over in her desk mirror, running a couple soft, shaking fingers through her glamoured red hair; her bright green eyes staring back to her.
She was scared out of her wits when her office door slammed open. She looked up expectantly, silently praying Draco wasn't pissed about something. Her eyes instantly relaxed as green eyes met amber. "Ginny! You gave me such a fright!"
"Sorry. Blaise was being totally unreasonable. Can you believe it? The dimwit really wants a paternity test now! NOW! As if he had any right to such information. He didn't want to know when there was a chance to be the father; and now, he comes waltzing into my life demanding I submit my son to genetic testing! The nerve!"
"You were thinking about doing it anyway."
"Yes, but that was for my piece of mind! Not for Blaise to walk around getting a higher amount on his income! The bastard even admitted he only cared because his new boss offers a slight raise if you're a single parent! He's using MY son to get more money; and he isn't going to be giving any of that money to me to help pay for a kid that is potentially his! The arse already has enough sodding money; he can go play a nasty nest of Devil's Snare." Ginny gave an indignant "hurrumph" as she plopped angrily into her desk chair. "So when's Malfoy due by to pick you up?"
"Any minute now." Alyssa had turned herself back to finishing the final looks. He had told her he would go casual tonight, he wanted her as comfortable as she could be without being in pajamas. She supposed she could have kept it down to sweats and an old, too-large for her t-shirt; but that would have been a little too casual in her own opinion.
She subconsciously pulled her denim miniskirt a little farther down her honey-tanned thighs, hoping Ginny wouldn't comment on it and embarrass her. She was just smoothing down the black cami, which was hugging her torso snugly, when a soft knock was at the door.
Draco stood there, looking good even in casual; wearing a white tee that fit to show is form while still being just a little loose, a pair of black jeans and black tennis shoes. His hair was sloppily neat, styled to be unruly and falling into his eyes just a little. Draco smiled and waved at her, but he did a double-take. "Weasley! Why are you in Ms. Stoneforth's desk!" Ginny looked into her mirror shocked for only a split-second before trying her best to lie.
"I'm good friends with Amanda and Alyssa, I'll have you know! Amanda asked me to come here and get something I'd lent her. She's watching the—my son." She originally was going to say the kids, but Draco would have caught on. He seemed to believe the lie, passing off with a simple shrug. Thank Merlin she lived her whole life with Fred and George growing up.
"Don't you live with Granger?" He went for a change in topic.
"So she's Granger to you now?"
"Not at all. I just didn't want you to have a heart attack knowing I can be civil." He let a playful smirk linger before returning a serious expression. "What is Blaise pulling on you?" Ginny was shocked. Just how long had he listened.
"That's really none of your business, Ferret."
Draco raised his hands in surrender, but the smirk came back full force. "I can't make you confide in me. But I kind of do see it as my business. After all, it is my money that would be going to him." Ginny's eyes grew wide, fearing the worst.
"What could you possibly mean? He's bumming off you?"
Draco let out a chuckle before answering. "No. He works for me. I'm his boss; the one who offered all my employees a small raise if they had children living with them. Knowing Blaise, he'd want a paternity test and if your son is of his seed, he is going to take custody for the money."
"So you can tell him the offer is not included to him?" Ginny's eyes were hopeful.
"Unfortunately, I can't. I offered that to all my employees. If he has a child in his care, I cannot deny him the same raise. I'm sorry, it's bad business for me to go back on my deals. But, as a long standing best friend of his, I can talk a little sense into him. But, he is entitled to know his son; if the boy is his."
"That fucking snake didn't give two warts to my son before. He wanted me to abort the child."
"That's the part that is none of my business, Weasley. I do not pry into the personal lives of my employees, only the parts that deal with my money and how it is getting dealt out." He looked apologetic to Ginny.
"Of course you would side with him. You didn't care about Hermione either." Alyssa grimaced as she saw Draco's eyes suddenly guard themselves from readers.
"Listen here. I did everything in my power to find you two when you ran away. I did everything to talk her into coming back. She left me; not the other way around. Don't ever say I don't care about her."
"So that's why you threatened to take her daughter away! You're just like Blaise. You whole lot of Slytherins are nothing but evil, twisted, disgusting snakes."
"Knowing that about us, you shouldn't have climbed into one's bed. Play with the snake; you're going to get bit. You should have made sure of what you were getting into before having unprotected shagging with Blaise." Draco knew he had taken one step too far. After all, Hermione came to him, right?
"I threatened to take Sky away because that was the only way I'd even know her. I didn't do it because I'm a cruel, heartless Slytherin. Nor did I do it for extra money. I don't need extra money. I don't want more money. If that is so hard for you to understand, then you need to go brood in your apartment and worry about your own son, not Hermione's children." His voice hit that low, threatening tone; his eyes narrowing to silver slits. He didn't want to give Weasley anymore time of his day, but as he turned away from her, she unwisely replied.
"You're all the same. You're all manipulative, lieing, sick, vial Death Eaters."
Draco clenched his fist over and over, contemplating hitting the red head. He rushed at her, making her flinch; his arms were rising up as he moved. "Is this what you wanted to see, Weasel?" His arm was bared to her. "I am not, nor was I ever a Death Eater. Not all of us followed our parents. Blaise didn't either. How about you stop pulling the same shit you accuse us of. You're just as guilty as us when it comes to prejudice. The few of us that survived the war, and didn't face charges in trial moved on from purity; but you're still quick to call us all death eaters despite that. Quite frankly, I was done with it when I jumped in bed with Hermione. I don't want my kids to be incest like the rest of my family. Call it a lie all you want, but nothing hides a dark mark. I was serious what I told you back in my dorm that day. You saw our arms then, you see mine now."
He pulled his sleeve back down, and Ginny visibly relaxed. "Don't feel lucky. I have never hit a woman and I will never start. I'll be damned if I turn into Lucius." He turned to Alyssa, his eyes apologizing to her for the scene. "Are you ready to go? Or do I need to wait out in the lobby for you?" It wasn't a harsh or commanding question of impatience; he seemed rather calm and retained.
"Give me just one second and I'll be ready." He gave her a small nod before turning and going into the lobby.
"Ginny! He almost found out!" She hissed her voice in a whisper; she didn't know how far Draco had gone into the lobby.
"I'm sorry! I forgot. My row with Blaise was still bothering me. Then he went all arrogant prick. What do you see in him?" Her voice was just as quiet.
"He's not that bad when you actually stop pushing him." Alyssa grabbed her small purse and smiled to her roommate. "I'll be home late most likely. Don't wait up. You know my rules." She smiled as Ginny nodded then walked out to see a contemplative Draco against the far wall. She skipped up to him smiling. "So. Where are we off to today?"
"That's up to you, my dear. However, those answers I promised you, I would rather answer you in private. Eavesdroppers could sell these secrets to the tabloids and all hell would break loose for me."
"Tabloids?"
"It's the whole Malfoy name. Something gets out about me, it's plastered over every tabloid in the area." He smiled to her.
"So, in other words, you have no plans tonight."
"I have plans, but I can put them in effect wherever you want to go." He paused thoughtfully. "Actually, I do need to make a stop in Diagon Alley. Would you mind having dinner there? We can eat and I can stop off in Flourish and Blotts."
"Flurish and Blotts?"
"It's a bookstore."
"Well, I know that much. I mean, why would you need to go there?"
"I need a book." He said it matter-of-factly, but he had a playful smile on his face. She was reminded of Sky when Sky had her I-have-a-secret face on. Her face must have softened a bit because his smile widened a bit before he brushed a stray lock of her hair aside.
"I don't mind a trip to Diagon Alley. I need some more parchment and ink for the office anyway." She took it as her turn to smile.
Draco offered her his hand. "Well then, shall we." She smiled and gave him her hand, almost instantly feeling the chilling pull on the back of her stomach. When she opened her eyes she stood in Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley was normally crowded, but tonight it was unusually packed. Draco had her pressed against the wall, their bodies mere centimeters apart. He placed his hand on the wall to push his weight against, sparing her further embarrassment by closing the gap; after all, he did want to allow some modesty between the two of them.
"Oh my! I've never seen it this packed!" Alyssa looked claustrophobic in the cramped alley way, severely uncomfortable and near hyperventilating.
"Welcome to Saturday nights." Draco gave a playful smile. At her confused expression he gave a knowing smirk and explained a little further. "About three years ago, a man decided to open up a dance club. It was a huge success. Unfortunately, Friday and Saturday nights are near impossible to navigate down here. The man was pure genius though; the club is a huge hit with the younger crowds." He had to yell a little for her to hear him, despite their close proximity.
"I see. Well, where shall we go first?" She was looking more anxious every agonizing second that ticked by.
"The restaurants are going to be packed right now. People want to eat dinner cheap before going into the club. Let's go do our brief shopping first." Draco gave her a small smile, taking her hand to guide her from the mass of bodies.
When they got farther away, the crowd was less pressing and they could open up to their own personal space again, talking in their normal voices.
"Sorry, it was a little chaotic back there." Draco released her hand and turned to face her. Alyssa moved quick, hoping to hide the small frown of disappointment that graced her face for less than a second.
The two moved in a comfortable silence, at least on their part it was silent, into Flourish and Blotts. Draco led the way into the Dark Arts section, almost instantly making Alyssa a little edgy. "Sorry, I need this book for work. We got a recent artifact in and I have never seen or heard of it before. A little research led me to this book." He gave a somewhat shrug before opening the book to the back and scanning the index. His finger stopped about a third of the way down, then he flipped hastily to the page.
Alyssa was transfixed on him, her eyes studying as much of him as possible. He was an intelligent man, she had always known it. But she didn't think he actually studied back in school. The only time she'd seen him open a research book was for his essays; even then, she couldn't recall anytime he'd actually used his text readings for the usual homework. She assumed he just retained lecture information really well. To see him standing there, flipping through the pages of a book, she couldn't help but be dazzled. His eyes moved rapidly over the text as he skimmed paragraphs; his large, nimble hands held the book gently and his fingers turned the pages with care.
He closed the book quietly, tucking it under his arm while smiling back at her. "We can go. I just need to take care of this purchase." And together they headed to the checkout where the poor assistant was fighting to find a couple of rogue books that decided to be funny and turn invisible on her. She looked up to Draco and Alyssa and breathed a frustrated sigh, standing straight up. Alyssa had to admit, the poor worker seemed stressed. Neither the Manager nor the Assistant Manager was to be seen; and the frazzled assistant looked utterly stressed, her ponytail skewed sideways slightly and a few strands went rogue.
"Can I help you?" She was aggravated and Draco didn't rightly appreciate her tone. The books may have been a nuisance to her, but she shouldn't take her anger out on customers.
"I need to purchase this book." Draco's tone was controlled, and his voice still feigned a sound of cheerfulness. He handed the book over, the assistant taking it rather abruptly. She rang it up then looked to him expectantly. He slid the coins over, irritated but not wanting to make a scene. He may have a temper, but his mother always told him, "Pick your battles wisely; if it won't matter tomorrow, it's not worth fighting over." He never understood it then, but now, he was more open to the theory; perhaps it was his way of attempting to atone for his bad attitude back in school. The assistant lazily handed the book back to Draco, slipping the receipt inside the cover.
When they left, Alyssa blurted out the statement she had been holding back. "That was terribly rude of her. I might have been willing to help her if she hadn't been so unwelcoming to us." Her arms were crossed in front of her, an angry pout on her full, rosy lips. Draco chuckled lightly then put his arm around her shoulder casually.
"Don't worry about it. She's the one having the bad day." He gave a playful wink then opened the door to the building next to the bookstore, Scribbulus Everchanging Inks. The couple walked into the dimly lit store, smelling of fresh ink and parchment. The sound of display quills scratching on parchment could be heard across the quiet store. A small, old lady hobbled from the back storeroom to the counter; a watchful eye following the two around. Alyssa breezed up and down the aisles familiarly, finding several packs of parchment and envelopes; blue, black, green, and red ink. She was about ready to check out when a journal caught her eye. It was a dark green, leather bound, hardback journal with silver tabs in the two open-side corners on the front and back cover. The spine was ribbed and ever third rib was silver. On the front was a silver embossed picture of a little girl swinging on an old rope swing, attached to a large, shady tree. Inside the parchment pages were blank, and Alyssa had the increasing desire to purchase the journal and fill it with the story of her life.
Draco watched her eye the book before she turned it over in her hands. To any untrained eye, she was merely looking at something that had caught her eye. No one could really tell that the longer she looked at it, the more she wanted to buy it. She didn't though. Money was tight enough as is, she would just simply hope it was there when she had some spare cash. She set the book down then turned on her heel, leading Draco towards the checkout.
After a brief argument between the two over who should pay, Alyssa finally got her way and pulled the money from her coin purse. Draco merely crossed his arms and feigned hurt with a strong, well-practiced pout. With her supplies in hand, she shrunk them down and put them in the zipper compartment of her purse.
When they exited the store, Alyssa could make out the bright, colorful umbrellas of the outside tables that belonged to the many cafés in Diagon Alley. Draco looked down to her, watching her as she lightly bit her lip as she was deep in thought. "What are you in the mood for?" Draco didn't want to look away from her lips, but he tore his eyes to hers as he asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe a sandwich and soup?" She suggested it in hopes he would take it. She wanted to eat light tonight; the butterflies in her stomach were fluttering every time his eyes shifted to her, making her feel like anything more would later be returned to a porcelain thrown via the way it had entered her body.
"Sounds good. Come with me. I know a good place." He took her hand and together they walked, going behind one of the shops to a shop that hardly anyone knew was here. Draco waved familiarly to the person behind the counter before sitting at a table to look over a menu. He didn't really need the menu, he was just going to get his usual order of vegetable soup and beef; but he didn't want Alyssa to feel pressured under his gaze. He was also afraid he would stare at her and accidentally say a thought out loud.
He was looking her over quite a bit through his peripheral vision. He loved the slightly bronzed skin that seemed to glow against the black cami. He couldn't resist his eyes traveling to the tops of her smooth cleavage, shown off by the low-cut of the cami. He could make out her curves when they were walking; her cami did well to show off her perfect hour glass. He had to fight of his temptation to run his hands up and down her sides. When she chewed her bottom lip in concentration, it caught his attention and he couldn't help staring like a deer caught in headlights.
She lowered her menu, looking up to him. He never lowered his, so it took her by surprise when he spoke. "What are you eating?"
"I think I'm going for the classic. Chicken noodle soup and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." She smiled. "It reminds me of my childhood."
The corner of his mouth tugged slightly, wanting to smile at her nostalgia. "I'm having the vegetable soup with beef." He pretended to be in thought for a second longer before continuing. "For my sandwich, I'm feeling a little like peanut butter, no jelly."
"You don't like jelly?"
"I do sometimes. It's really sweet though, and I don't particularly care for overly sugary foods." He shrugged and beckoned the waiter over so they could order.
They ate most of their food in silence, though it wasn't awkward or empty. They found that they were simply enjoying each other's company. It had been a long time since Draco had been on a date with a woman who didn't try to talk his ear off, and he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the comfortable silence. They would sip on their water here or there, talk about this part of their day, or just happily eat.
When the food was gone and the tab paid, Draco led her into the street. "So, on to my place so you can get the answers you were wanting?"
"Sounds good to me." She shut her eyes tightly as his hands grabbed hers and that all too well known pulling on her stomach yanked her away. When she looked up, they were standing outside the wrought-iron gates to the Malfoy grounds. Draco opened then shut the gates, leading her to a carriage that pulled them to the house.
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor. It's a little dark right now, but I'm remodeling in many areas. I have also added a large ballroom that has a full-glassed, bow front, wall of windows that overlooks the gardens. The ceiling over that room is pure glass as well." She was listening to him, but her face was out the window, taking in all the sights.
When the castle came into view a short while later, Alyssa got shivers. It was noticeable to Draco and he leaned forward slightly. "Are you nervous?"
"Will your parents mind?" Her voice was a little uneasy, "You said they followed the Dark Lord, and I'm a muggle born."
He offered a sympathetic smile. "They passed away. My mother was killed by Death Eaters; a punishment to my father for not knowing where I ran to. My father lost everything when Mother passed on. He was captured at the end and placed in Azkaban. He died before they could get him to trial. I have the slightest suspicions that he committed suicide and the Ministry is just lieing to me."
"And you escaped with no punishment from the ministry?"
"There wasn't much they could do. They wanted my father's estates and everything, and had I been 16, they would have gotten it. Since I was of age, and did not have the dark mark, they had no choice but to let me have my rightful inheritance."
He smiled at her sadly, causing her stomach to sink. "Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
He waved her apology off. "I don't ask for pity, Alyssa. I can't simply shrug off the bad memories. That would be denying my entire existence." His words chilled her. "I may not have been the best person, I was born into an elite family, but everything I learned growing up was to prepare me to succeed the Dark Lord."
"Succeed?"
"My father was appointed by the Dark Lord to give his first born son over. I was supposed to be a trained heir for the bastard, but he didn't count on me getting a mind of my own. That's why I say this. I can't just shrug off the bad memories and forget them. That would be forgetting my entire life until I hit my seventh year at Hogwarts." Alyssa nodded her head in agreement; no one should forget their lives. These aren't failures for him; they are merely points to improve on.
The carriage stopped and Alyssa stepped out of the carriage, Draco gently helping her down. She looked up to see the old home tower above her. She got a cold chill looking at the unwelcoming doors. Draco smiled to her and put an assuring hand on her lower back, guiding her gently to the doors.
"It's not amazing, but it's home." He led her up corridor after corridor, turn after turn, staircase after staircase.
"How big is this place?" She said it more to herself, thinking out loud, but Draco gave a chuckle to her words.
"Too big, my dear; too big." He opened a set of large, dark mahogany, double doors.
"An office?"
"Ehhh… More like a research room. We can talk in here, or we can go through to the next set of double doors to the library."
"You have a library?" Her voice was eager, excited like a child on Christmas morning.
"Of course. Mother and Father thought public libraries were filthy and below us." He noticed the brief disapproving look on her face and quickly went to rectify himself. "However, my parents were moronic in their beliefs and believe me, I was brainwashed to everything they said when I was younger. But, I use the public Library quite often; just, having this one here is much more convenient."
She nodded her head in understanding. She couldn't say she was shocked to hear his parents' opinions. She followed Draco through the little office room to the other side. He opened a set of wooden double doors with stained glass set in. She walked past him and suddenly felt like she had died and gone to heaven. The library was bigger than Hogwarts's, even if you added the restricted section.
The Malfoy Library spanned three full floors. The room was circular, a large, glass dome made up the ceiling where the largest chandelier she had ever seen hung. The walls were a bright peach color with white and silver feathers embossed into the paint. The center circle of the floor was all bright, white marble tiling—where four extremely cushy, peach recliners and two matching love seats were arranged comfortably—that made a path leading to the doors they were standing at; the rest of the floor, which the aisles were situated on, was a white, plush carpet like the beige one that his study had.
"How many books are in here?"
"We lost count. Some of these are so old that they're still in the original author's handwriting. Some are the only copy in existence, and some are technically supposed to have been banned." Hearing that sent a chill down Hermione's back in all the wrong ways. Anytime you hear "banned" and "Malfoy" in the same situation, it has to be dark magic. "Don't worry. The dangerous, illegal, and downright evil books that we owned have been safely locked away and sealed in a room in the west wing."
He led her to the chairs and loveseats, picking the seat next to her for himself after she perched on a love seat. She sat quietly with her eyes down to her hands in her lap while he waited patiently for her to begin.
"So…" She seemed uncomfortable. She was suddenly being put on the spot though she had a lot of questions to ask him. "Uhh… You said you had testing at St. Mungo's yesterday; what for?"
Draco was quiet for about fifteen seconds. She went directly for that question. He let out a deep sigh before letting his guard up around his emotions. As long as he had to answer, he was going to block his emotions. "I had a paternity test done."
"You don't think Lucius is your father?" She seemed taken back. Sometimes she had to wonder just how much of Alyssa was actually Hermione.
Draco gave a hearty chuckle. "Unfortunately, I'm the spitting image of that bastard, inside and out; except for my mom's cheeks and lips." He waited just a second more to let that sink in before looking up at her, catching her eyes. "I was being tested to find paternity of two little girls."
"Oh? How'd that turn out?"
"Is it going to change your opinion? Not that that will change my answer, just wanting to know."
"Of course it wouldn't! I work with children who don't know either of their parents! I wouldn't judge you." She seemed slightly hurt he thought that about her.
"Okay. Christ…" He trailed off slightly leaning his head back bringing his arm to cover his eyes, his elbow placed on the bridge of his nose. "Skylene Granger is my daughter."
"I thought something was up about her. She looks just like you, and you've been trying to pester me about her mom. Is her mom the girl from your past that changed you?"
"The one and same." He uncovered his face while still leaning back, letting his long arms hang behind the couch.
"Have you gotten to meet her?"
"Tomorrow I will." His voice faded and she could have sworn his voice was on the edge of cracking under emotion. It really is a pity seeing him like this. "Hermione sent a letter this morning saying I could start my visitations tomorrow. Though, tomorrow will just be for a few hours; to let her meet me."
"What about Hermione?"
"What about her?" Draco lifted his head as he asked this. Hermione had nothing to do with his relationship with Alyssa.
"Well… are you going to get back with her?" Alyssa sounded nervous, apprehensive; like she feared he would.
"Honestly… I don't know."
"You still have feelings for her, don't you?"
"I do. She's the mother of my only child, the first girl I ever seriously cared about enough to marry and then she cheats on me, gets pregnant, turns down my proposal, and disappears for five years. She turns up just shortly after I meet you. But, I don't know what to do about her."
"Well, do you want to get back with her?"
"I don't know." She gave him a questioning look, telling him to elaborate a little more. "I love her to death, sure; but I have to do what's best for me, right? I'm glad she's been perfectly happy to keep my daughter from me and raise a happy little family on her own while I rot in this huge manor, cold and alone. But I do want my own family. I want to get settled. I want someone who is serious about me and us. And even now, I have to find someone who will love and cherish Sky just as much as I do. I'm getting older every day; it's time for me to be trying to settle down. You know, start properly seeing women and finding my match."
Alyssa could feel tears pricking at the back of her eyes. She blinked slowly, willing away any tears. "If you still have feelings for her, why would you try to date me?"
"Because feelings change; we are never in control. I get a good vibe from you; and you're not using me for my money." He gave a goofy grin to her, telling her he was only half serious. "Don't get me wrong, I love spoiling sweet girls with surprises; but I don't like a girl to expect me to crack open my wallet every time she says 'I want it! Draco, please!' And yes, there have been a few that broke up with me because I refused to buy them a ring for every date we went on."
"It must be awful for people to have such high expectations of you." She gave a small frown as she said it. "Can only imagine how many must have been after the money or the—" She went wide-eyed, her hand going to cover her now gaping mouth. Her cheeks filled with a rosy blush, only to be deepened when he took notice and gave her a knowing smirk.
"If we're going to delve into my sex life, you should know two things. One, we should probably be chugging the firewhiskey down." He gave a playful chuckle before continuing. "Two, I'm going to be bluntly honest no matter what you ask, so make sure you want to know those answers." He seemed to loosen back as Jingle appeared proposing a bottle of firewhiskey to each occupant. He placed about eight more on the table before bowing and disappearing. "As for the girls chasing me…" He gratefully took a large swig from the bottle, enjoying the burn of it down his throat. Alyssa followed suit. "It's been like this since puberty kicked my body's ass. Can't say I'm not grateful though, it did me wonders and I'm well-used to the treatment by now. School added another pressure of being the star of the Slytherin House Quidditch Team."
"You mean to say you actually like having people fawn over you because of a sex reputation?" She was astounded, how could anyone be proud of that.
"As long as it was a good reputation I am happy. I won't lie, I'm an arrogant guy." You could say that again, she thought it quietly in the back corner of her brain as he continued. "When people admire and appreciate your body enough to throw themselves at you, it makes you feel good about yourself."
"Maybe in the case of men, but I certainly wouldn't like some stranger admiring my body thinking all kind of disturbing things about me." She leaned back, relaxing deeper into the love seat as she took her fourth large swig from her bottle. Her cheeks were pink already, burning with the effect of alcohol. She wasn't drunk, nor was she even remotely buzzed. She was just feeling feverish; her body always did burn alcohol fast.
"Not just in the case of men. Think of it this way." Draco downed the rest of his bottle in a chugging fashion before turning to her. "If you're out, wearing a nice and tight shirt, a cute little skirt, and black heels, do you not feel gorgeous?"
"I do. But men don't throw themselves at me and beg me to let them in my panties." She finished her drink, reaching for another.
Draco smirked at her action. "No. We have to use more tact than that or we'll get rejected. But anyways, if a man were to walk up to you and tell you that you're stunning, sexy, hot, gorgeous, and or delicious, do you not feel better about yourself? The only kids who have poor self-esteem are kids who weren't told they looked amazing enough. A lot of people call me arrogant; I just say I'm confident. I don't think I'm better than anyone else. But, I do think I'm a prize and whoever lands me will be the luckiest girl in the world." He took a chug out of a freshly opened bottle downing a half of it in one go. She was still a quarter ahead. Two good drinks and she'd be ready for her third.
"Well… I mean… yeah… It would make me feel pretty irresistible if someone contemplated me that much. But, I never am. Even the single dads at my daycare don't pay me any mind."
"Why not?"
"I don't know." She finished her beverage off. She reached for another only because she saw his eyes challenging her.
"Well, I'm a single dad that has a kid in your daycare, and I'm on a date with you right now. If you consider this a date that is."
"I do." Her words were slurring. She was just at her happy buzz; she had drunk her firewhiskey too fast. Add that to her weight and you have an instant recipe for an easy.
"Hey, Alyssa? Can I ask you a question?"
"Ummm… Yeah…" She gave a light giggle after her statement.
"You're hiding something from me." Draco was always the person to get straight to his point, wasn't he? "What is it?"
"Unfortunately, I can't say." Her voice got quiet, suddenly small and meek in shyness and guilt. "I swore I wouldn't let another individual hurt me and this secret is a very hurtful one."
Draco leaned near her, cupping her chin in his hands and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Don't lie to me." He wasn't being harsh or commanding, he wasn't being threatening in any way; his voice was soft and sweet, pleading for her honesty. His eyes were hypnotic, almost reading her.
"From here on?" her breath was a whisper, feint but the warm air still tingled his lips.
"From here on." He nodded, his lips coming and meeting hers and his hand moving from her chin to cup her jaw next to her ear. His free hand fingered through her hair, lightly getting caught in all the curls. Damn Granger, she had gotten him hooked on girls with curls.
He felt her lips kissing back, her soft, warm tongue running along the seam of his lips. He allowed her in, accepting her more than willfully; the way her tongue caressed his was unreal. He slowly found himself thinking he could get addicted to her taste, to her tongue's gentle caresses, and even to the way her cold fingers lazily danced around on the skin under his t-shirt.
She moved her lips from his, only to go to his neck and attack it with gentle bites and licks. Her taunting kisses were driving him crazy. Normally it was him doing this and the girl being teased, never had a girl taken over like this. He was okay with this; he would regain his position of dominance before the night was over.
He was drawn out of his coherent thoughts when that soft, wet tongue of hers ran lightly over his Adam's apple. She climbed over straddling him softly, her already short miniskirt bunched up to the point where her hip turns into leg. Her pretty pink and mint green striped, silk panties were warm with her heat against his groin. She ground down as she bit on his collar bone. Much to her delight, she was awarded with a grunt from him and she was starting to feel a pulse from his crotch, his member was starting to wake up.
He let his fingers dig lightly into her hips, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to stop her or hold her against him. All he knew was that her center felt warm and ready and he wanted to bury himself deep in her. She ceased her attacks on his collar bone, giving him a moment to look into her sparkling green eyes; her pupils were starting to dilate with want and lust. She must have liked what she saw in his eyes because she rocked her groin against his a little more desperate for contact.
Draco was straining against his pants now, in desperate need of readjusting; or being freed would work too. That's when his brain made a half-assed attempt to stop him.
"Alyssa," His grunt was low, raspy with need and desire, "As much as I desperately want to slam into you, we really should stop." She nodded her head in agreement; though she continued to roll her hips into his, her breasts lightly pressing into his chest as she cradled him against her moist warmth. "Alyssa." His tone was a warning hiss, he really didn't want to ruin what they had going. "Please, don't ruin what we have." His eyes were closed, his member aching with need.
"What?" She sat back on his lap, a disappointed pout quite evident on her face.
"We're going well, but this is only the second time out together. I don't want us to rush this." His eyes were still closed, his hands gripping her hips with a force.
"Draco…" The way his name rolled of her lips, syrupy with lust. "I want you to forget her."
"Huh?" His eyes opened, transfixed on hers. Had he heard her right?
"Let me help you forget her." Her lips were full, swollen and bruised from their needy kisses and formed a perfect pout. She didn't understand it. Maybe she was playing two people so long she was actually giving herself a personality disorder. As Alyssa, she felt oddly possessive of Draco, jealous of Hermione's place in his heart.
"Alyssa." Never has begging had this kind of effect on him. He was practically pleading with her, begging for her to just accept it and move slowly. "You know I can't."
"Sure you can. Feelings change. Remember?" Her hand slowly ran down the length of his torso, trailing over his defined abs and ending at his hard bulge. She rubbed it with her hand firmly, feeling his pulsing throb.
He grunted lowly and buck lightly to her hand. "Feelings do, but memories don't." Draco captured her hands in his to prevent anymore torture to his cock. "This is the only stopping point. This is the only time my brain will scream to stop and my body will listen. If we go further, I won't stop. I couldn't stop, even if I wanted too." His eyes bore into hers apologetically before he sat her to his side. "Not tonight." He got up and started for the door, but he stopped when he heard her stand.
"Is she that special to you? Am I just not pretty enough? Can you not fuck anyone without her being on your mind? Is she that beautiful to you?" She wasn't speaking hatefully, more so she was jealous; her voice was loaded with hurt and rejection. "You said people feel better about themselves when they're complimented. But what about when they are flat out rejected? How do they feel then?" Draco was stalking back to her, grabbing her wrist hurriedly.
He pulled her through a few more halls before turning into a room on his left. She had just enough time to make out a dresser and a mirror before he pushed her onto a bed. "This isn't about her. Stop making it out to be more than it is. You're not competing for my affections. I'm not seeing her at all right now so don't try comparing yourself to her. The only thing I'm thinking is how to avoid ruining us before we start. I'm pretty sure bedding you on the first day is an automatic disqualification." He was mad, his words dangerous.
"And do you want the honest truth?" She nodded her head shakily. He came in close to her ear, his warm breath ragged and his voice dripping with want. "The only thing that was on my mind while you're grinding that eager cunt against my cock is how hot and tight you must be; I thought about how wet you most likely were. I thought about how well your ready pussy would wrap around my dick. And I most certainly still wonder what you look like when you're writing and convulsing under me from the intense peak of your orgasm; how much your walls would pulse on me as you cum on my dick."
His words were purely pornographic, vulgar and vivid. Normally, Hermione would be embarrassed to hear those kinds of words; but Alyssa was a different girl and she found herself being turned on more and more by his words, her panties dampening as his voice carried images into her head. He nipped her earlobe gently, an audible gasp coming from his victim.
"Don't ever accuse me off thinking about her when I'm with you, and don't even try to say that you aren't pretty enough." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her form to him. "You're beautiful. You don't need me to tell you that, you already know it. And you are fucking irresistible; so fucking hard to turn away." He placed kisses on her neck, inhaling the smell of her pomegranate shampoo.
"But you did turn me away." Her voice was weak, traces of sadness and hurt, but she was moaning lightly with pleasure.
"It wasn't easy." He placed her hand back to his crotch where his raging hard-on was uncomfortably begging for release. She stroked it gently, amazed at how hard he still was. "I'm ready to drill you so hard you'll be raw tomorrow, I want to slam into you so hard you'll scream my name. I really want to hear you scream; so bad that you will never know the full extent. Just hearing that scream from your lips would make me unravel, inside you." He was being so honest, yet his words were enticing her, his eyes slowly dilating with lust at his every word.
She took his reluctant hand and guided it to her pussy. He groaned when he made contact to her moist, hot, panty-clad folds. She moved his fingers in circles around her clitoris, pressing her lips to his and swallowing his second groan. His fingers became animated, rubbing her without her own fingers helping. She bucked against his hand, moaning into his mouth for further encouragement.
Draco pulled his lips away, leaving his stilled hand between her legs. "Are you sure this is something you want tonight?"
She nodded her head, bucking her groin against his hand for more contact. "I do want this; so much." Draco closed his eyes, counting to ten mentally to clear his head of any thoughts of stopping; but one remained.
"Is this going to be a once off thing and then you leave? Because this will change the relationship a bit, we're not even officially dating."
"It'll work out. Just let things be as they are." She gave him a playful wink. "Besides, you still have to top yesterday's lunch date in Italy."
He gave a warm chuckle as he lowered his lips to her neck again. "That, I do." It was a low, breathy whisper that came to her just as he began assaulting her neck with his lips. She moaned in protest when he took his hand away from the apex of her thighs, her whimper of displeasure loud and clear. "If I'm going to do this, Love, I'm going to do it right." His hands gently ran over her shoulders and down her arms, making her shiver in delight.
Alyssa allowed her hands to roam through his hair, her fingers twisting through the silky blonde locks. She stopped to let him pull her top up over her head. She went to reach for her bra clasp, knowing how guys have trouble with them. "Leave it on for now." His voice had changed, raspy from fighting to keep himself in check. His body was rushing to slam into her, greedy for its own pleasure; but his brain was controlling him, focusing on her first. His long, elegant fingers, rough on the pads with calluses, ran smoothly down her flat, soft abdomen, and back up her shapely sides; he kissed the exposed tops of her perky breasts before trailing down the valley and over the bra to her abdomen.
She arched her back towards him, begging for more contact with her whimpers. Draco used his right hand to make quick work of the button and zipper on her skirt before pulling it down her bronzed legs; his left hand coming up behind her arched back to pull her more to him. He ground his still fully clothed groin into hers eliciting a sultry moan.
"Dracoo…" She whined his name with pleading. "Stop teasing me."
"I don't think so, Love." He nipped on her collar bone roughly then licked the wound causing her to shiver.
"Why not?" He couldn't help but smile into her shoulder as he placed loving kisses on her chest. He normally hated it when girls whined and told him what to do, but when she whimpered and whined from his torture, he felt even more turned on.
She reached up and tugged on his t-shirt, pulling it over his head easily. She let her nails drag slowly down his chest as he went back to her lips for more, her own lips eager for more. The softness of her stroking was giving him goose bumps down his torso and arms. She then let her fingers trace all his well-defined muscles giving him an even stronger ache in his groin.
Her hands fumbled with his pants button, but she got them unzipped easily and he pulled back to step out of them. When he climbed back up to her, she violently flipped them over, allowing herself to be on top. She slowly kissed down his torso, each fluttery kiss leaving behind a small red mark from her teeth as she nipped each spot before kissing. He groaned when she let her fingers follow his soft, curly happy trail to the waistband of his boxers then back up to his belly button. She lowered her lips to his pelvic hipbone line, lightly running her tongue up their length and back, repeating the action on both sides.
Draco sat up, her on his lap, and kissed her roughly, growling into her kiss as she rocked on his groin. He reached around her and unsnapped her bra with well-practiced, skillful hands. He slid the bra off and threw it somewhere, neither actually knew nor really cared, taking her firm breasts in his hands. He started with the one on his left, lazily tracing the outer rim of her areola. He slowly made his way her sensitive nipple, taking it into his mouth with his tongue flicking over it; his right hand slowly kneading her other breast, gently pinching and twisting her nipple.
She arched her back, moaning loudly and grinding into his groin with force. Draco let out a satisfied growl, biting sharply on her nipple before gently nursing the sore with his tongue. She cried out, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his silky hair. He switched his attentions to the other, repeating what he'd done just second prior. He could feel her claws digging in to his shoulders; he hadn't had such a bed cat in a long time, the thought urged him to keep going so he could see what other pleasant surprises she had in store for him.
He laid her on her back, his lips returning to hers for another go of bruising kisses. His right hand slid down to her panties again and after rubbing her from the outside, earning him lots of mews and moans, he hooked his index finger into them and pulled them down and off. She expected his fingers to go back to their previous work, but he had other plans. Draco lowered his face between her legs, his tongue teasing her slits before plunging into the folds. She gasped as his tongue circled around her clitoris, his fingers finding refuge in her moist opening.
"Dra..co… uuuu… please…" She was bucking against him wildly as he continued his skillful play, his fingers hitting her sweet spot every time they thrust back into her. "I'm.. so close… nnn.. Dracoo" She purred his name as his tongue flicked repeatedly over her sensitive bundle. He added a third finger to her and sped up his attentions, causing her undoing. She bucked against him fiercely, her walls clamping hard around his fingers, her crying his name repeatedly out, getting louder with each repeat, catching his attention fully. He let her ride her orgasm out, continuing to finger her until her body seemed to begin relaxing. He smiled as he lapped up her sweet juices.
He licked his fingers clean then came up to her, kissing her sweetly. He removed his boxers and her eyes settled on his freshly exposed, and quite excited, anatomy. The light fluttery feeling in her lower abdomen was strong, sending a tingling throb to her lower lips. Draco positioned himself in between her hips then kissed her with care. "Last chance. Now or back out." His words were low, dark with desire and need. She looked into his silver eyes and saw nothing but a skinny rim of silver to his overly dilated eyes.
"I want you to take me now."It was all she said before Draco plunged inside of her with a suspicious smirk. Her soft, tight walls sheathed him warmly, and he groaned in appreciation. She gasped at the sudden fullness, feeling whole and stretched to her max. Draco slammed into her again causing her to moan loudly. Fuck she's so hot when she opens that mouth. Draco picked up his pace, burying himself to the hilt in her before withdrawing himself to repeat. Her nails ran down his back, encouraging him.
"Ohh, fuck! It's… so…. Uuunghh.. fuh… uuuuu…cking….mmaahhh.. amazing!" She cried out the words, managing them out in between his violent thrusts. She continued to beg him for more, encouraging him to slam into her harder. She wrapped her legs around his hips, his dick sinking deeper into her. "Yeah… mmmm… fuck me…" He growled out his approval at her vulgarity, leaning down to suck her nipple with a force that caused her to cry out as he accompanied the action with a slam into that sweet spot. He reached down and pinched her clitoris, rolling it lightly between his thumb and index finger. "Ooohh… yess… Draco!... NNNGGHH.. I'm cu.. cumming!" she yelled the words loudly as he pushed her over that edge. He felt her spasms in his cock as he continued thrusting hard into her pulsing cunt, refusing to let himself go over just yet. He wanted her to come one more time. She was just at the apex of her high, screaming his name loudly. He couldn't hold it. Her repetitive screams of his name along with the sensation of her walls claiming his cock pushed him over.
He slammed into her twice more with more force, his fresh, hot seed shooting up into her willing, waiting womb. He stayed there for just a few more moments, his breath erratic and his chest heaving, all the time a satisfied smirk on his face. Alyssa was in much the same state as he, her breasts jiggling lightly with the dramatic rise and fall of her hard breathing. Draco found some strength to move, and he lightly pat her hip before lightly withdrawing and falling beside her, wrapping her up into a spooning position; neither one of them paid any attention to their combined cum mixture leaking lightly on their entwined legs.
Draco let his arms circle around her waist after flicking the light off with his wand. She sighed contentedly his arms as he kissed her neck lightly.
"So, does this mean you want to see me regularly?" Draco whispered teasingly, nuzzling her neck with his nose. She just nodded, too exhausted to form a coherent reply. Draco gave a light chuckle as he came in close to her ear and whispered, "So, when were you planning on telling me you're Hermione?"
Alyssa's eyes shot open in shock. How the hell did he know?
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Holy HELL this is a long fucking chapter… lol pun totally not intended XD
Yea… it's a lengthy smut scene, but you guys were asking for it, now you get it! Oh my! Draco knows her dirty little secret. n.n hee hee
OK! SO HERE'S A REQUEST! You guys have been loyal readers and many of you have been loyal reviewers. (EYESviolet particularly makes me happy wither her lengthy amazingness. And pavedwithbadintentions makes me very happy, but we've been talking on IMs and such – it's so hard to to give spoilers out LOL) But anyway! If any of you lovely fans out there have a particular love of drawing, I would LOVE fanart for this fic! I can't draw worth crap and I love it when people show me their interpretations of my characters and such. It can be about anyone really. Pavedwithbadintentions has started drawing the twins and its coming along really nicely n.n I'm hoping to come up with enough to feature them all at the end of the epilogue chapter. So please submit artwork to my email cry . to . the . wind gmail . com
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OMG I totally didn't realize that I've been inconsistent. O.O I started out with Austin, but somewhere along the line I remember questioning myself on how I was spelling it, I thought I had remembered spelling it differently from normal, but I didn't go back and look. All this time typing AustEn felt really unnatural to me, but I kept writing it like that because I thought that's how I had been doing it all along. Thank you for pointing that out to me D: I'm really sorry. I'm going to be using Austin from now on.
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I'm so happy you decided to review n.n I love reading them. I can promise about one or two, possibly three more plot twists. =3 so don't fret, my dear.
I kinda gave you your "almost caught" but the ironic thing is, I had this all typed out to the smut scene before I got your comment lol well, I hope you got what you were wanting out of it =3
As for where I'm from, I live in a small town called Murfreesboro, right smack dab in the center of Tennessee (literally, my college campus has the geographical center point of the state marked with a small monument). Just in case you don't know, that's in the south eastern region of the USA. Ever heard of the musical event called Bonnaroo? I live about a fourty-five minute's drive from there. =3 I'm just really interested in Japan because I was once an overly obsessed anime freak. I'm still pretty obsessed, but more so with the Pop-culture and their dramas.. I still watch anime and read mangas occasionally, but not so much as I used to when I was in high school. =3