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THE CHARITY AUCTION!
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Two weeks to the Fundraiser.
Hermione stirred, the room still dark, she turned over and snuggled against the broad chest of the man sleeping peacefully beside her.
She could hear the soft beating of his heart, so content and relaxed.
The sound of wind distracted her and Hermione shot up.
A beautiful Persian cat materialized in the middle of her bedroom, she knew the Patronus.
Bashful, she clutched the sheet to her chest firmly covering up the naked bits.
This was Narcissa's Patronus and even though physically she was not present, the respect remained the same.
Dear Hermione,
I humbly request your presence at the Manor at no later than one pm.
Please do bring along Mrs Ginny Potter.
There will be no need for Draco to tag along.
Hope you are well dear.
The cat licked its paws and disappeared.
Draco was awake, barely, "What was that about?"
Hermione shrugged, "I have no idea."
Turning to him, her face creased with worry, "Er...should I be concerned?"
Laughing Draco pulled her against him and peppered kisses across her face, "Well, I don't know Granger, guess you will find out at one."
Turning over he resumed his slumber, she stared at his back.
Her mind started to work overtime.
What could Narcissa want? And she had told her to bring Ginny.
What the heck was going on?
Reaching over, Hermione grabbed her mobile and called Ginny.
Rings went by and it finally connected.
"James Potter, put that down!" Ginny screamed into the phone.
Hermione held it far away from her ear and stifled a laugh.
"Hello," came Ginny's exhausted voice.
"Hey Gin, are you busy this afternoon?" Hermione asked cheerfully.
"Unless you call running after a toddler busy, I'm free as a bird with its wings clipped," she answered.
"I have plans to fake my kidnapping," Ginny added with a laugh.
Hermione laughed along with her.
"What's up, love?" Ginny asked back to her normal self.
"Narcissa wants both of us to come by the Malfoy Manor at one," Hermione told her.
An awkward silence followed.
"That's shocking but sure, I'll be there," Ginny retorted excitedly.
"Great Gin, see you then," Hermione replied happily and hung up relieved that Ginny did not take much convincing.
Pushing back the covers, she hopped out of bed and stretched.
She bent over to touch her toes and did a few jumping jacks to loosen up.
Draco was dead to the world. He snored lightly emphasizing his deep sleep.
Walking barefoot into the small kitchen, Hermione took out the tea bags.
Tea first and then food.
She decided on an extra milky cup of tea.
Placing the teabag delicately in her cup, she poured the hot water over it.
Instantly the colour began to change and the area filled with the delectable aroma of fresh brewing tea leaves.
The shop around the corner imported the best tea from a small island called Sri Lanka.
Hermione had been curious about the country she had never heard off and done some extensive research.
Rightfully called the Pearl of the Indian Ocean, it lay off the coast of India.
The results had proved to be pleasantly surprising. It was a breathtakingly beautiful country with long sandy beaches and a tropical climate.
Holding the flavorful tea in her hands, she drank in the fragrance before taking a gratifying sip.
Finishing the tea, Hermione sighed and placed the cup in the sink.
Piling her hair into a messy bun, she started on breakfast.
She had just served the eggs, toast and sautéed mushrooms on to plates when Draco wandered into the kitchen lazily scratching his head and his eyes droopy with sleepiness.
He slid into a chair and ran long fingers through his silky fine platinum locks.
Stretching his long legs under the table, he yawned.
She locked eyes with him and he smiled at her dreamily.
Merlin, he was handsome. Every little detail was perfection.
Unconsciously, Hermione ran her tongue along her bottom lip, her eyes undressing and fucking Draco.
Not that he was wearing much, a pair of silk boxers the only obstacle between her fingers and his cock.
She stared at his crotch, the faint outline of his morning wood pressed up against the flimsy material.
"Hermione?" His manly voice cut through her erotic little fantasy.
Frustrated at the intrusion, she lashed out, "What Malfoy?"
"I can make your fantasy a reality, you know the one you're thinking about right now," he openly teased her and then offered keenly.
Hermione blushed, her cheeks turning crimson she quickly turned away.
"I love fucking you in the morning," Draco confessed passionately.
Pushing the chair back, he closed the distance between them and took her in his arms claiming her lips.
Holding onto him, she kissed him back eagerly.
Placing strong hands on her buttocks, Draco lifted and placed her on top of the counter.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Hermione brought him closer to her body.
Moving her hands down to the waistband of his boxers, she gave it a playful tug and pushed it down.
He grinned against her swollen lips.
Already hard, his cock pressed against the cotton of her tiny short.
She wriggled out of it and the underwear underneath; it joined the discarded boxer on the floor.
Circling his girth, she guided him to her entrance.
Draco pushed his tongue against hers, tasting the sweetness of the tea.
His aching head at her tight hole, she leaned against him and he pushed himself in.
"Mmm…." Her cries muffled by his kisses.
Her hands went around his neck and he took over.
Pushing into her fervently, building up a soothing rhythm.
He spread her thighs and held onto them forcefully, increasing the movements within her.
Moving her hands into his silky fine hair, she sucked on his throat leaving a pulsating bruise on the side.
His groans told her he was close.
She was already at the edge of her climax.
Snaking her hand in between her legs, she vigorously rubbed her swollen clitoris.
Her moans got louder as the buildup of heat within her body consumed her.
Pushing into him, her legs around his waist tightened and she cried out.
"Draco," his name rolled off her tongue.
Taking hold of her wrist, he brought it to his lips and slowly sucked on her finger.
"You taste so fucking good," Draco whispered wanting to plunge his tongue into her inviting wetness.
Letting go of her hand, he gripped her thighs and thrust in urgently.
Burying himself deep inside her, he stilled and his body trembled as he emptied into her.
His breathing accelerated he leaned against her chest.
She held him close, her fingers running soothingly down him back.
Hermione thanked Merlin for stocking up on the anti-pregnancy potions and for taking a vial in the morning.
After a quick shower, they cleansed themselves and sat down at the table for breakfast.
Biting on a piece of buttered toast, Draco perked up, "Every year the boys take a trip, usually, it's to a country on one of our bucket lists."
"I know darling, Theo used to go with you guys," Hermione smiled warmly and reminded him.
He returned the smile. Of course, she knew, how could he forget?
Forking a piece of egg, she asked curiously, "Where are you going this year?"
Draco winked, "Bali, Indonesia."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and let out a small laugh, "Bali? Sounds like fun."
Hanging his head, he sadly said, "We haven't honoured the tradition since Theo passed."
"I think it's a good idea," Hermione retorted reaching over to hold his hand.
Lacing his fingers through hers, Draco asked suddenly, "Do you think Potter would like to join?"
Hermione was taken back, the trip was a sacred ritual among the Slytherins, for Draco to even consider inviting Harry showed the level of respect he had for him.
"I'm sure he will, why don't you ask him?" She encouraged her boyfriend happily.
"I'll do that," he replied kissing her knuckles.
"When?" Hermione asked pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
"A few days after the masquerade ball," he replied munching on another piece of toast.
She nodded and stood up with her plate.
After breakfast, Draco announced he had to leave.
"I have a lot of proposals to go through darling, today is the only day I can do it in peace," He explained feebly looking upon her pouting face.
Hermione threw open her cupboard and stepped back with her hands on her hip and surveyed the dresses hanging inside.
What to pick? What to wear?
Pulling out a lilac coloured short dress, she stepped into it and pulled it up.
She did her hair and applied a light layer of makeup.
Satisfied, she took out her wand and apparated.
Ginny appeared seconds after in a pale green dress and hair pulled back into an elegant bun.
Straightening and smoothing the dress she asked self consciously, "How do I look?"
Hermione smiled and curtsied, "Charming."
Putting her hand through her best friends, Ginny leaned in and asked, "What is this all about?"
Shrugging Hermione replied, "I guess we will find out."
They walked into the stunning Manor, so different from the years before.
Every corner was lavishly decorated and full of colour.
Narcissa rose as they approached, her hands open wide in greeting, "Darlings, so good to see you."
They exchanged air kisses and Hermione noticed they weren't alone.
Graciously Narcissa led them to the foyer and began introductions.
Looking at the women, she smiled brightly, "I hardly think introductions are required."
Seated on the expensive velvet cushioned chairs were Cho Chang, Parvati Patil and Pansy Parkinson.
They all rose excitedly when Hermione and Ginny came close and at once animated chatter erupted between the women.
Hugs were exchanged and happy choruses of "Oh my god," and "So good to see you," filled the space.
Narcissa rubbed the bridge of her nose and Annabelle raised her voice sternly much like a Hogwarts Professor, "Ladies, Ladies, please quiet down."
Pansy shot her a look of disgust and glared in the direction of the elegantly dressed event planner and now personal assistant to Narcissa Black Malfoy.
The women took their seats and crossed their legs gracefully.
"Now that I have your attention," Annabelle addressed them as a whole and turning to Hermione she added, "These are the beautiful young women who have graciously agreed to the charity auction."
Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her seat and as if in school; she timidly raised her hand.
"Yes, Mrs Potter?" Narcissa asked politely.
Ginny played with her fingers and nervously said, "I don't think it's appropriate for me to take part in this,"
Narcissa laughed, even her laugh was poised, "Of course not dear, you are here for a whole other reason."
Ginny sighed in relief and then began to wonder in earnest why her presence was required.
Hermione got to her feet and addressed the room in general, "Thank you so much for doing this."
"It's nothing darling, anything for a worthy cause," Pansy spoke up first.
"We are happy to do it," Parvati joined in cheerfully.
Cho smiled, "Its a truly wonderful thing you have started."
Narcissa went to stand by Hermione and said, "Now we are gathered here and this includes you, Mrs Potter, for ball gowns and masks."
The women sat up straighter obviously excited at that bit of news.
Happy with the reaction before her, Narcissa pressed on, "You are aware of course that this event is a masquerade ball and as such masks will be custom made for you ladies."
She beckoned Annabelle to her side.
Pointing to an outer room, Narcissa instructed firmly, "Please follow Annabelle and pick the colour you wish and the seamstress will take your measurements for the gowns."
Ginny could not stop smiling, she was practically giddy at being included.
Following the ladies close behind, she informed them of a vital detail, "The identity of the bidder will remain anonymous."
Everyone stopped and turned to face Narcissa, uncertainty written across all their faces.
Ignoring the questioning faces, she continued walking over to the many samples of masks presented on the table, "The men will follow the same procedure."
"I hope no fucking creepos will be present," Pansy muttered under her breath and Parvati and Cho stifled a laugh.
Hermione groaned mask or no mask Draco and Blaise stood out by a mile.
The lovely women giggled excitedly and took turns choosing colours and designs for their evening gowns.
Cho settled on dark blue for her dress and mask of blue rhinestones.
Pansy picked an extravagant deep peacock green material and feathered mask to match.
Parvati went ahead with a dark purple silk dress and silver sequined mask.
Hermione ran her fingers on the black raw silk, richly embroidered with red stones and chose a flaming red mask with jewels worked into the frame.
Ginny settled on a flowing pink satin material and a white and darker pink mask with dyed feathers.
Narcissa nodded her approval and summoned Dotty with high tea.
The women resumed their excited chatter over delicious cream-filled delicacies, cut sandwiches and delectable pastries while sipping hot creamy tea.
Her phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time.
Fishing it from her bag, she looked at the screen.
Draco – six miss calls.
Frowning, Hermione quickly clicked on the message.
Are you ok? What did my mother want?
Hiding a smile, she quickly punched in her reply and stuffed the phone back inside her bag.
Everything is perfect. See you soon. I love you.
Draco frowned at the message but did not ponder on it.
At least all was well.
He finished going through the latest proposal and hurriedly dismissed Helen and the rest of the staff.
With an exhausted but satisfied sigh, Draco leaned into his chair and glanced at the clock.
Where had the day gone? It was already five pm.
Wondering what Blaise was up to he gave his best friend a call.
"Mate, what are you doing?" He asked as soon as the call connected. They hardly ever bothered with pleasantries.
"Checking inventory," Blaise replied sounding annoyed and exhausted.
"Fancy a pint?" Draco asked keenly.
Blaise replied at once, "Always, Leaky Cauldron?"
"See you there," that was all, no bye or anything.
The ladies left and Hermione and Ginny bid Narcissa a fond farewell and stood outside the Manor gazing at the pretty landscape sculptures.
"Gin you want to come over?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"YES!" Ginny cried enthusiastically.
Harry was looking after James, he had insisted she take the full day off.
God bless his soul.
He had seen the lines of stress that adorned his beautiful wife's face.
Smiling the two women took out their wands and disappeared.
At her flat, Hermione put on some music and opened a bottle of white wine.
Ginny got comfortable on the couch and said, "This ball is going to be amazing."
Hermione took a sip of wine and settled on a bean bag, "I hope it raises enough funds."
"It will, Narcissa has invited the wealthiest of the Wizarding World and the most prominent families," Ginny replied without hesitation.
Letting out a sigh, Hermione locked eyes with the redhead in front of her, "Yes I know, can I tell you a secret?"
Leaning forwards, Ginny answered curiously, her pretty eyes sparkling, "Always."
Running her finger along the rim of the wine glass, Hermione confessed miserably, "I'm really worried about who will bid on Draco."
Ginny laughed, "I bet you anything, he's shitting bricks wondering the same about you."
Hermione frowned, "I hope it's not Astoria."
"I doubt Mi, she's engaged, and it won't sit well if she does," Ginny replied reassuringly after a moment's thoughts.
Ginny's answer appeased her, but it still pulled at her insides unpleasantly, "Hmm...I'm really concerned."
Reaching over, Ginny squeezed Hermione's hand, "It's just dinner so don't worry about it. That man is crazy about you."
Hermione smiled weakly and they spoke about other things.
Ordering a pint, Draco asked, "Did you sort out a mask for the fucking ball?"
Blaise perked up and replied enthusiastically, "I did, it's of a beautiful Venetian design."
Draco frowned at his best friends overly happy reply and said, "Great, get me one too."
Their drinks arrived and Blaise eagerly grabbed his and took a gratifying sip, "Sure, colour?
He threw his best friend a look of indignant disbelief.
"Black then?" Blaise asked in a bored tone.
Draco smirked and they clinked glasses.
"As you wish my Lord," Blaise mockingly bowed.
Draco rolled his eyes and shoved Blaise.
Night of the Masquerade Ball
The two weeks flew by and before they knew it they were standing in front of Malfoy Manor.
The ladies were getting ready at Malfoy Manor and would then take a limousine to Nott Manor.
The men would get dressed at their houses and flats and join them at the Foundation.
Nervously Hermione and Ginny entered.
Narcissa dressed in a richly embroidered, beautiful green high collar dress robe glided into view. Her hair up in an elegant chignon bun and to finish off the exquisite look a green emerald choker adorned her neck.
"Ah Hermione, Ginny," she greeted them warmly.
Taking Hermione's hand, she gestured Ginny to go into the other room, "Please go ahead, Hermione would you please come with me?"
She led her to the top floors and into a beautifully furnished room which Hermione could only assume was her bedroom.
Looking around, she felt like she had stepped into one of the paintings at Hogwarts.
"Stunning," Hermione muttered in awe and Narcissa smiled.
They moved closer to a large portrait of Lucius Malfoy, Hermione at once felt goosebumps rise as the pale face of her boyfriend's father stared down at her, his face angry but curious.
Hermione avoided the penetrating glare and focused on Narcissa.
Sensing the shift in the air, Narcissa took out her wand and waved it purposefully.
The portrait swung open and a large vault appeared.
She waved her wand again and muttered an incantation, the vault unlocked and creakingly swung open.
The usually confident Gryffindor took an involuntary step back.
Narcissa stepped into the vault, her expensive robes trailing behind her and affectionately beckoned Hermione forward.
Swallowing, she followed the imposing regal lady into the vault and her mouth hung open at the dazzling sets of precious jewels that surrounded her.
In every direction were diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires set in gold and white gold.
Keeping in step with Narcissa, Hermione followed her deep into the vault.
Stopping at an ancient-looking section, she pulled out her wand and tapped on the surface of the ornately carved solid silver cabinet.
Hermione watched the drawers part and an exquisite diamond and ruby necklace presented itself.
The light shone across the stones, sending rays bouncing off its surface.
It was the single most beautiful thing Hermione had ever seen.
Narcissa touched it tenderly and said lovingly, "This belonged to my mother, I would love for you to wear it tonight."
Closing the plush velvet box, she handed it to Hermione who stood frozen to the spot speechless.
"I would be honoured," she finally managed to squeak after composing herself.
After leading her downstairs, the affluent lady of the house left Hermione with the rest of the women.
Excited chatter broke out as their gowns were brought forward and each lady claimed their dress.
Hours went by and Narcissa had returned with Annabelle from Nott Manor.
They spoke excitedly about how wonderful the decorations and ballroom looked.
One by one the ladies emerged from their rooms.
Cho wore a halter neck tight-fitting gown of dark blue, her hair pulled back into a tight bun and on her face a beautifully decorated mask of blue rhinestones that light reflected off from.
A long sleeve peacock green dress with a high neck and deep cut back hugged Pansy's figure at the right places. The feathered mask hid her face completely bringing out the fierceness in her eyes.
Parvati adjusted the long trail of her dark purple dress, it had small sleeves and flowed down her figure in flattering layers of silk. Her long hair cascaded down her back only to be held at the side by a brilliant diamond comb. The silver sequined mask emphasized her high cheekbones and covered half her face.
Twirling the full skirt of her pink satin gown, Ginny looked like a fairy princess out of a Muggle storybook. Her hair loose, it sashayed down her back, the mask add to the glamour with the painted feathers highlighting the colour of her red hair.
Red high heels on her petite feet, Hermione entered the foyer with an air of confidence. The high slit, off shoulder black raw silk dress, wrapped itself around her like a second skin.
The brilliant necklace shone against her skin, drawing eyes to her neck and slightly exposed cleavage.
Her wild curls fell in tamed waves across her bare shoulders and back. The mask obscured her face leaving only her luscious deep red lips to be seen.
When she walked, the gown parted showing her tanned taut leg up to the thigh.
Moving closer Narcissa took her hands and smiled approvingly, "You look stunning," and turning to the others she said, "So beautiful ladies, you will make many heads turn tonight."
One by one they carefully entered the limousine and once everyone was settled, Pansy reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne pouring everyone a glass.
"To the best masquerade ball the wizarding world has ever seen," she raised her glass in a toast.
The women followed suit and drank the bubbling liquid, allowing it to quench their thirst and nervousness.
Draco flung the door open in his dress pants and unbuttoned crisp white shirt.
Blaise walked in fulled dressed in a black tailored tuxedo and red bowtie, sporting a two-toned mask of red and gold.
He held out a black and silver, intricately detailed half-face mask to Draco.
Taking it in his hand, he ran his fingers across the design, his fingertips feeling the embossed bumps and smooth surface.
"We're late mate," Blaise pointed out flatly.
"Almost done, get yourself a drink," Draco called out from the room.
Buttoning the designer white shirt, he picked out his signature cufflinks.
Carved snakes with glistening emerald eyes set in white gold.
Fastening them on, he slipped on his black jacket and adjusted his black bow tie.
Running his hand through his hair one last time, he let the strands fall across the mask teasingly.
"Let's go," Draco strode into the living room and informed Blaise who was enjoying a glass of scotch.
The limousine pulled up at the entrance, Hermione peered out of the tinted window to steal a look.
Glittering lights adorned the pillars that lead inside, a thick red carpet greeted the invitees and their guests.
One by one they got off making sure to step out at flattering angles.
The flash of cameras was instant and they squinted in disorientation at the blinding light.
Annabelle stepped forward and took charge, "Gentlemen, please let the ladies breathe."
Leading the lovely ladies to an awaiting backdrop cut out to like a large Venetian mask, they posed for countless pictures as a group and then individually.
Once done, they walked up the steps that led to the main ballroom.
They looked around in amazement, the place looked as if a painting of a masked ball at the palace of Versailles had come to life.
The attention to detail was impressive, the whole place stunning.
Hermione felt like she had gone back in time and arrived at an Imperial Royal ball.
Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling with hundreds of candles illuminating the path and space.
Round tables to fit ten decorated the ballroom, each table fitted with a spiralling centrepiece of gold flowers and delectable chocolates wrapped in gold.
A crowd gathered, regal couples poised and dressed in their finest made their way into the lavish setting of the ballroom.
They looked around at the witches and wizards walking amongst them, it was nearly impossible to tell who was who.
Hermione felt her back stiffen, firm hands encircled her waist and pulled her towards a firm chest.
She felt the warm breath on her neck, smelling faintly of scotch and peppermint.
"You look beautiful," he whispered against her ear, gently biting down on her earlobe.
Turning in his arms, she lightly pushed him back and took him in.
There was not a word to do him justice, he fit right in, he looked the part of the handsome Noble Lord who had women falling at his feet.
A wave of jealously swept through her at the thought of him dining with another woman the following night.
"How did you know it was me?" Hermione asked seductively, leaning in closer.
"I know your body, the way you move," Draco muttered dropping a quick kiss to her forehead.
He ran his fingers across the many stones of the necklace she wore, "I also know my grandmothers' necklace, this is one of my mother's prized possessions. You must mean a great deal to her."
Hermione looked over at the beautiful aristocratic lady speaking to the regal-looking guests that floated in.
Her heart swelled with affection at the meaning of Narcissa's gesture.
Kingsley strode confidently into the ballroom wearing a white tuxedo and Ryan at his side in a dark blue suit.
"Keep your eyes open Spencer," Kingsley hissed dangerously.
"Always do Minister," Ryan shot back, his eyes already scanning the crowd of masked witches and wizards.
He spotted her at once, that hair, that skin was hard to miss.
No mask could hide the beauty she owned.
She was in the Death Eaters arms, he glared and suppressed an angry growl.
His mask covered his face fully, only allowing the stubborn strands of hair to peek out.
With a curt nod to Kingsley, they parted ways.
Ryan moved effortlessly within the crowd, picking up information, listening to conversations.
One particular conversation grabbed his interest.
"Is Draco courting Hermione Granger?" A woman asked in hushed tones, diamonds glittering at her wrists.
"Lucius would turn in his grave," replied the bejewelled woman in orange next to her in anger.
"The filthy Mudblood had her claws in Nott and now she has her sights set on Malfoy," bit back the first woman maliciously.
Another woman laughed cruelly, "Does she not have any principles, to shamelessly bed best friends?"
Leaning conspiratorially, she hissed callously, "They must have been having an affair behind Theodore's back."
"They say she is the brightest witch of her age, perhaps more sinister ways to entice men are involved." said the man in a clean suit with a heavy ring on his finger, possibly the family crest.
"Most upsetting to have our blood tainted by this harlot," chimed the woman in orange disgustingly.
Ryan felt his blood boil, the bigoted tea-drinking fools.
Granger and her talents as a witch were wasted in England.
Repulsed he moved closer to another bunch of wizards discussing business and trafficking of illegal potions.
He morphed into the background, blending into the scenery and background.
Ginny scanned the crowd for Harry, Ron and George.
Their fiery red hair should be fairly easy to spot.
At the far corner of the ballroom, she saw them.
Dragging Hermione along with her, they hurried across the crowded room and went over to them.
"You look dashing Mr Potter," Ginny drawled seductively in Harry's ear.
He jumped a mile and turned to face his wife.
"Wow Gin, you look fabulous," he told her adoringly reaching to play with a feather.
"Hermione is that you?" Ron asked, his mouth hanging opening, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily.
Noticing his eyes travel along her body, Hermione rolled her eyes and shot him a look of warning, "Yes it is me and would you please stop that Ronald, you are making me uncomfortable."
He laughed loudly and Lavender joined his side looking sweet and pretty in a light blue gown and jewelled mask.
Ignoring Ron, Hermione said, "How lovely Lavender, you look gorgeous."
Smoothing down her dress consciously, Lavender replied with a smile, "Thank you, Hermione, you look stunning."
Her eyes stayed on Ron, who blatantly stared at the parting in Hermione's dress.
Without hesitation, Hermione reached out and smacked Ron hard on the head.
"Oi, what the hell was that for?" He asked in pain clutching the side of his head.
"Think hard Ron, it will come to you," she turned on her heel and left muttering, "stupid prat," under her breath.
Joining Narcissa, they greeted the crowd of invitees warmly and exchanged a few pleasantries.
She was well aware of the looks she received, lustful and appreciative but also jealous and judgemental.
Draco was also aware of the men clad in masks eyeing his girlfriend.
The dress, the hair, her body everything was in perfect sync tonight, he itched to drop everything and take her home.
He watched her every movement from afar, standing with Blaise at the far end of the room.
They locked eyes and he blew her a kiss.
It was nearly time for the main event.
Annabelle and her associates ushered the dignified crowd into the large ballroom and everyone took their seats.
The ladies and men took the table to the left of the stage.
A man they did not recognize sat next to Draco and he eyed him suspiciously, clearly nervous the man twirled his fingers in his lap.
"Draco Malfoy and you are?" Draco introduced himself holding out his hand.
"Malfoy, it's me, Ernie," the masked man replied taking the hand and shaking it.
"Ah mate, how's it going?" Draco asked politely.
Ernie laughed, "Good actually, my mother insisted I take part."
Draco joined the laughter, "Don't worry about it mate."
Blaise turned and eyed the potential in the crowd and so did Pansy.
Annabelle took to the stage and the band stopped playing.
Magically enhancing her voice she greeted the crowd and invited Narcissa up on stage.
"My dear esteemed ladies and gentleman, I would like to thank you for coming tonight to this special masquerade ball and might I add how wonderful everyone looks tonight," Narcissa greeted and gushed her voice stern but pleasing to the ear.
There was a murmur and hearty applause followed.
"Without further adieu, let us move onto the main event of the night, the much-anticipated charity auction, have a good night," Narcissa smiled at the crowd and stepped down to enthusiastic applause.
Annabelle took to the stage once again and explained the simple workings of the auction.
"You have been provided with paddles, raise them and state your bid, if you win the bid please follow an attendant to honour the payment, contracts are magically binding until the completion of the won dinner."
People picked up the paddles and an excited chatter broke out.
A distinguished man took his place behind a podium and smiled at the crowd before him displaying flawlessly white teeth.
Annabelle called out the first name.
"Mr Blaise Zabini,
Blaise walked with purpose to the centre of the stage and pulled himself up to his full height.
Several paddles went up at once, a regal looking woman close to the stage started the bid with a whopping ten thousand Galleons.
Blaise smiled at her and looked her over, she looked good. Paddles from the far corner of the room rose to match her bid.
"Twenty-two thousand,"
The auctioneer called out, going once, going twice
The woman in the front smiled mischievously and said, "Twenty-five thousand."
A wide smile broke out across the auctioneer's face and he banged the gavel down hard on the pad.
"Sold to the beautiful lady in front."
Blaise gave her a curt nod and she smirked at him and followed an attendant out.
He took his seated and roared with laughter, "That was something else."
"Mr Ernie MacMillan."
Ernie nervously took to the stage and paddles went up from either side.
A lovely woman with silky fine blonde hair outbid the other eager ladies as she softly said, "Twenty thousand."
The auctioneer nodded his approval and closed the bid.
"Sold to the floating goddess at table seven."
Ernie wiped his brow and the woman gave him a comforting look before heading out with an attendant.
Cursing Draco exchanged a scathing look with Hermione and walked up on stage confidently.
He loosened the button of his jacket and put his hand inside the trouser pocket.
Might as well give them a good show.
You could see the eagerness spread across the room as the many young and older women straightened in their seats.
Annabelle barely said his name.
"Draco Malfoy"
Several paddles went up instantly and Draco smirked.
Hermione watched the crowd intently, all the bidders were beautiful. She nervously played with the napkin, twirling the corners between her fingers.
An elegantly dressed woman in front was winning, her mask adorned her features and magenta pink feathers rose from the side.
The bid went on for far longer than the others, it finally came down to two persistent women.
"Twenty-five thousand," came the bid from the far end of the room from a lovely looking lady in a bright purple mask.
Turning to assess her competition, the woman in front eyed Draco and smirked.
Raising her paddle, she offered her final bid confidently, "Thirty thousand galleons."
There was a sharp intake of air and Draco looked at the woman curiously.
Her lips curved upwards because she knew her bid would win.
The auctioneer eyed Draco and smiled brightly at the woman, banging his gavel enthusiastically.
"Sold to the exquisite lady in the front."
Draco gave a swift nod and she winked at him, mascaraed eyelashes batted at him suggestively.
Hermione followed the woman's movements and felt her fists ball into fists.
Taking his seat, Draco reached for her hand under the table.
Openly and in plain sight, he pressed a heated kiss to her neck.
"Calm down, I can't wait to take you home," he muttered huskily against her flustered skin.
Annabelle started to speak and they gave her their undivided attention.
"Our lovely ladies will now take the stage," she informed the crowd with a dazzling smile.
The crowd of elegantly dressed witches and wizards stared unmovingly at the lavishly decorated stage before them.
"Miss Parvati Patil."
Exchanging looks with the rest of women, Parvati nervously walked up on stage and stood under the lights playing with her fingers.
Blaise watched with interest as the slender woman nervously bit down on her lip.
He wished he could bid on her. Something pleasant stirred within him, he coughed and loosened his bowtie.
Paddles went up.
The auctioneer took a sip off his firewhisky and banged the gavel down hard.
"Sold to the gentleman at the back for twenty-three thousand Galleons."
A dirty blonde haired man won the bid, he raised his glass at Parvati and she smiled at him knowingly.
Blaise looked back trying to size up the man.
"Miss Pansy Parkinson."
Draining her drink, Pansy got to her feet and spat, "Let's get this shit over with then."
"Careful you don't fall on your arse Pans," Blaise chuckled.
She threw him a look of disgust and showed him the finger before gathering her train and walking up the steps.
Placing a manicured hand on her hip, she tilted her head back and looked into the crowd confidently.
Paddles went up from all corners of the room and Pansy grinned with delight.
There was a back and forth of bids but a tall distinguished-looking young man won the bid.
"Sold to the gentleman at table eight for twenty-three thousand Galleons."
The auctioneer announced happily.
The winner stumbled over his chair trying to follow the attendant out and Pansy groaned.
Just her luck to get stuck with a prat.
"Miss Cho Chang."
Cho smiled at the ladies and elegantly rose from her seat, she quickly smoothed her dress for any wrinkles and made the climb up the short flight of steps.
A murmur ran through the crowd and nearly every table had a bidder.
The bidding went on, finally, three bidders were left and a handsome young man at a table close to them won the bid at twenty-five thousand Galleons.
Cho smiled politely at the bidder and he returned the smile warmly before heading to the other room.
Hermione felt her breathing quicken and palms get sweaty.
Draco slipped his fingers through hers unwilling to let her go.
Ignoring the hundreds of eyes on them, he tipped her chin and claimed her lips.
"You are mine," Draco whispered in her ear gently nibbling on her earlobe.
Narcissa watched her sons display from her table and frowned.
Many heads had turned to look at her with questioning eyes.
Smiling at them graciously, she remained mum on the topic.
Hermione got to her feet anxiously and stepped onto the stage, she raised her head to look into the sea of elegantly dressed witches and wizards.
Hermione focused on Draco, he did not look happy. His eyes narrowed at the exposed leg through the slit in her dress.
Annabelle stepped forward and smiled brightly at Hermione.
"Miss Hermione Granger will graciously conclude this charity auction."
The ballroom filled with the paddles that rose.
A bold gentleman in front, called out admiringly, "Twenty thousand Galleons for the beautiful war heroine."
She took a step back involuntarily.
No one could see their faces and neither could they see her surprised face.
Thank god she thought, because her eyes widened in shock at the opening bid.
A striking gentleman in a brown suit stood up, "Twenty five thousand Galleons."
The crowd gasped and an excited murmur broke out.
Another elegant gentleman raised a paddle, "Twenty seven thousand Galleons."
The gentleman with the war heroine comment was beside himself.
A lady sitting to his side whispered to her acquaintance, "What a waste to spend on a succubus, even if it is for a good cause." The women giggled at the heartless proclamation.
Their husbands stared memorized by the beauty on stage.
The determined man rose to his feet slowly, steadily with purpose.
Hermione watched his movements intrigued.
Draco narrowed his eyes and his fingers tightened around his wand.
Looking at the auctioneer directly, he forcefully declared, "Forty thousand Galleons."
Pin drop silence followed, no one would or could match that amount beside Draco.
The platinum blonde glared at the man and the smug man cocked his head to the side and raised his glass at Draco mockingly.
Blaise felt his best friend tense up, "Who the fuck?"
His face completely covered it was impossible to tell who it was.
Speechless the auctioneer stared at the man with his mouth open.
Annabelle hissed prompting him to action.
"Er…sold to the persistent gentleman at table four."
Hermione narrowed her eyes hoping to catch a glimpse but the only thing familiar to her was the colour of his hair.
The man smiled at the faces staring at him in shock.
Before following the attendant to honour the payment, he leaned over to the woman next to him and said, "She is no succubus dear lady but a gift to the wizarding world and you would be wise to remember it."
The woman stared at his face mortified that her rude comment had been heard.
Draco pushed back his chair roughly and followed the man out.
He was in the room allocated for transactions.
The witch behind the counter was explaining the contract to him before accepting his payment.
"Who are you?" Draco asked his voice cold as ice, his eyes deadly.
The man's lips curved upwards in a leering smile and he slowly removed the expensive-looking mask.
Lunging forward, Draco caught him by the neck and slammed him into the adjoining wall.
The man's head made a satisfying crunch on impact.
"You fucking piece of shit," Draco growled.
Sneering, the man hissed, "Let me go Death Eater."
Wiping out his wand, Draco dug it painfully into the man's side.
"You will sell me your bid, I will double what you paid," Draco instructed menacingly.
The man laughed, "You think this is about money?"
He licked his lips and whispered, "She will scream my name before the night is over."
Draco lost all control, letting go his uppercut caught the unsuspecting man under the chin knocking him clean off his feet.
Getting to his feet, the man wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and took out his wand, pointing it threateningly with trembling hands.
"There is no way in hell she will be going with you," Draco bellowed in fury.
The other man held up the piece of parchment triumphantly, "It's binding Malfoy."
"We shall see about that," Draco replied darkly and turned to storm out.
The man's maniacal laughter made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Remember my name well, your girlfriend is going to be using it a lot."
Balling his hands into fists, Draco left the small room in a murderous rage.