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Esmeralda was gorgeous. There was simply no denying that.
Her thick raven hair fell over her shoulders in curtains, her wide doe like eyes were a startling shade of green, bright and radiant, and her flawless olive skin made them pop out. If it wasn't for her distinctive eyes and the lightning shaped bolt on her forehead, Draco would have never believed this was the same boy who's been his enemy since first year. She was just too stunning, she looked nothing like the scrawny, four eyed annoying Potter he used to know.
She was completely different now. Too beautiful for words.
Draco, among many others, was currently standing guard over her in the nearly empty Griffindor common room as she caught up with her old friends, completely ignoring her husband who just walked into the room. Draco watched in awe of her beauty (And had been watching for hours) as she talked to the Weasel and the Mudblood excitedly, happiness and delight written all over her features.
One would of never believed she was almost assassinated by a Ravenclaw with the way she was acting.
"Damn, she's gorgeous." Blaise said, suddenly appearing to his right. "I guess the rumors about an Erlqueen's beauty and charms weren't exaggerated in the least."
Toned down, Draco thought, as he watched Esmeralda's large breasts strain through the sweater she was wearing and felt his heart flutter when he heard her laugh at something the Mudblood said.
"Yeah, well, don't look too close." Draco reminded him as he willed his erection to go away. "She's the Dark Lord's."
A black eyebrow raised in question.
"I thought she was Snape's?" Blaise said as he watched Snape suddenly run his pale fingers through Esmeralda's thick locks, causing her to scowl at him and the Weasel to curse him out. "You know for better or for worse?"
"Only until she completes the cycles." Draco managed to grit out as he watched his godfather cooly deduct fifty points from Griffindor, causing the Weasel to turn red in rage and the Mudblood to try to calm him down. "Then she belongs to the Dark Lord."
Well, he mused, for a short while anyway. Draco knew The Dark Lord had no interest in sharing power.
"That's still more than a year away." Blaise reminded him, still staring in lust at Esmeralda's form as she too tried to calm the Weasel down. "Until then, Snape gets to keep and fuck that delicious creature anytime he wants to." There was a brief pause as they watched the Mudblood drag the Weasel out the room, most likely to get him to cool down, when Blaise said. "I wonder if he'll change his mind and decide to share her with us?"
Draco briefly closed his eyes and felt his pants grow tight. He willed the fantasy of him pounding Esmeralda into a wall as she screamed his name in ecstasy and begged him for more out of his mind. His godfather had saved him and his mother when his father (His cruel, foolish, arrogant father who Draco did not feel one ounce of sympathy for) failed them, he owed him everything and Draco knew that if he crossed him by taking Esmeralda it would be the last thing he ever did. Though his godfather would not claim his birthright until he was forty, he was still a Prince by blood. And Princes were notoriously sadistic in taking out revenge against their enemies and their families.
There was no way Draco would ever risk his life or his mother's life for Esmeralda, no matter how delicious she looked.
"He would never share her." Draco firmly said, conviction in his words as he watched his godfather gently kiss the side of her head. "And he'll kill anyone who dares take her from him."
Author's Note: Sorry this is so short but the next chapter will be much longer (Snarry time!) and I may have to change the rating. Who I am kidding? I'll definitely have to change the rating! Reviews please!