Draco discretely shifted his dress robes to hide the obvious signs of his attraction. An attraction he should not be experiencing, but his traitorous body and heart had bypassed his brain and all common sense.

The were several reasons why he shouldn't be finding himself hiding his arousal like an enamoured school boy whenever she entered a room. Even if it was in a midnight blue number that that hugged her curves and flattered her perky bosom. She was twenty-six years his junior. She had been the pivotal reason why Ravenclaw either won or was second throughout her education. She hailed from a family of Gryffindors and her parents were two thirds of the Golden Trio. Lastly, she was a Weasley and a halfblood.

Yes that's right. He, Draco Malfoy, most desirable bachelor in Wizarding Britain was infatuated with one Rose Weasley.

"Mr Malfoy."

Speak of the devil, Draco mused as he turned to acknowledge the girl, no, young woman. "Miss Weasley."

"Lovely night."

Draco agreed forcing himself to look anywhere then at her lips or exposed neck: both begging to be kissed.

Rose doesn't let his obvious desire to remain silent impede her desire to chat. She had been wanting and waiting for the perfect opportunity to try her hand at seducing the most desirable bachelor in the wizarding world. She probably wasn't as experience as some of his, um, dates but she was determines to fulfill her fantasy: losing her virginity to the Slytherin sex god.

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"That was," she paused as searched her vocabulary for the correct word to use to describe how her whole world had metamorphosed into something wonderfully fulfilling and sensual. "epic."

"Epic?" he laughed as he twirled a curl of her auburn hair around his finger. "I have been called many things but never epic."

"Sensational then," she corrected, now a little unsure of her previous choice.

"No, I prefer epic." he purred into her ear before taking her lips in his for a quick kiss. This was beyond his sweetest fantasies, but one thing was bothering him. "You once told me that calling me 'Satan' was an insult to Satan."

He approved of the blush that dusted her cheeks a rosy hue.

"Well," she began, remembering when she had called him that and why. It had been last year. The first week of her archival duties in the Ministry Archives. She had never met him before, but she felt she had known him all her life from the stories her father and uncle would tell of their old Hogwarts days. She had mistakenly thought he had stayed the same petty pureblood brat. How wrong she had been. "no one's perfect."

He laughed and brought her closer to him. If anyone could be perfect though, it would be his Rose.

Fini

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Submission for: 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction over at HSWW forum.

Prompt:

Day eleven "You once told me that calling me 'Satan' was an insult to Satan." / "Well, no one's perfect." (The Vampire Diaries)

Required word count range: 100 - 500

Word count: 467