Story: That Can Be Arranged
Main Characters: Draco/OC Samantha Black
Pairings: Harry/OC Katherine Black, Hermione/Ron, & Later Ginny/Blaise
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC's Sam & Katherine
Ch. 22- The Bet
They ended up taking Hermione back to Draco's place mainly because she was too drunk to take down her security wards and Sam was too tired to try to do it herself. Once Hermione was settled the couple went back to their room.
"You never answered my question." Sam said when they finally entered the master bedroom. "What question?"
Draco was tired and wary and had a little more to drink than he wanted.
"What was with the burning hands thing?" Sam said sitting on the bed.
Draco sighed. "It is written into the fidelity clause. The burning is a warning to me that you are being unfaithful."
Why does the idea of Sam being unfaithful annoy me so much? I mean what was that sleaze ball doing with his hands all over my Samantha?
When did she become 'my Samantha'?
When you went public and people assume that she is. How would it look if it got out she cheated?
That's right it is a public image thing, all about the reputation.
You keep telling yourself that.
Draco shook himself from his inner monolog to catch Sam going on a rant about how she was not unfaithful, was completely "innocent" and "it was only dancing for Godric's sake!"
"Samantha, having danced with you for most of the night, there is nothing innocent about it." He took off his jacket and belt and made his way into the bathroom to change.
"I got the distinct impression you liked my dancing." Sam called through the door in a teasing voice.
"I am a warm blooded male." Draco stepped out of the bathroom in a pair a sleep pants, no shirt.
"As I recall you weren't complaining about dancing with me either. See something you like luv?"
Sam shook her head. Damn he has a nice chest, and face, and hands. Sam's mind went back to their earlier "dancing". No I didn't mind at all.
"I think you've had too much to drink Malfoy. You are seeing this."
"On the contrary, alcohol has nothing to do with it." He moved closer to Samantha slowly, purposefully invading her personal space.
"Tell me Black, what do you think about while dancing? You got the same look when we were at the benefit and tonight at the club. What part turns you on?"
Sam should have been able to pick up on the cheesiness of his statement. She should have been able to flip the words on him and come up with a clever response. But he was so close to her that she could smell his cologne and all of her thoughts turned foggy.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about."
"I have a hypothesis, want to hear it?" Draco asked, now standing directly in front of her, only inches separated them.
Not really.
"I think that you Samantha Black are starting to fall to my charm." Sam looked at him for a moment from his perfectly sculpted chest to the single piece of hair that fell into his eyes. Then down at his arrogant smirk.
She smiled, "Draco Malfoy, the only charm of yours I'd fall for would be if you stunned me while my back was turned."
"Want to know my hypothesis?" two could play at this game.
"Please share professor." Draco said folding his arms over his chest but still holding that smirk.
"Well," Sam smiled seductively and pushed herself off the bed leaning into Draco's ear like she was telling him a secret. "I believe dancing is like sex." Draco gave her a look, Where are you going with this? "No really. I have always equated good dancing to sex with your clothes on. It is how I determine if I'll be sleeping with a man and sorry Malfoy but you aren't measuring up."
"You have to stop lying to yourself Black. You know I am attractive, I am a bloody good dancer, and I think you should let me back into bed and we can trying dancing with our clothes off."
"Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Malfoy?"
"I don't have to try."
"Fine I'll be honest. I know your attractive, I am a warm blooded female. Yes you are a decent dancer, not the best but you suffice. No I will not be sleeping with you so get your kinky little fantasies out of your head because I will not be falling for your Slytherin charm."
"I'm certain you will Luv."
"I bet you end up falling for me long before I fall for you." Sam had her hands on her hip head turned up.
Draco stopped to think about that. "Okay, a wager than."
"I didn't mean it like…Okay fine, what's the bet?"
"If I seduce you before you seduce me you admit that I am the most amazing, spectacular male specimen you have ever laid eyes on and I get to sleep in the bed. No more of this floor nonsense."
"And what do I get?"
"Anything your little heart desires. One thing."
"Alright then. There needs to be a time frame for this, I work better on deadline."
"Name it."
"Katherine's wedding, that is six weeks."
"Six weeks, sure you can hold out that long?"
"Are you worried that your charm will need longer to take affect?" Sam countered.
"Very well" Draco stuck out his hand, "Do we have an agreement?"
Sam shook his hand, "Bring it on."
Draco nodded pleased with himself. I will be back in that bed in no time.
"Drake, can you help me with my top? Just undo the clasp." Sam asked turning around for him.
Draco did absentminded until her shirt dropped to the ground her back was completely bare and he could see the side of her right breast.
"Oops." She bent down at the waste right in front of where he stood and picked up the top.
Her ass looks good in those jeans.
She turned her head over her shoulder with a cute little smile. "Good night Draco." she skipped off to change leaving Draco standing in the bedroom.
This is going to be harder than I thought.