Happy Turkeyday everyone! As my gift to you here is another chapter… it's a fun one enjoy!
**I do not own the rights to any Characters in this Fanfiction, those all solely belong to JK Rowling herself. I just claim the plunnie.
Freak
Freak like me
You want a good girl that does bad things to you
You never been with no one as nasty as me
Spice up your life, come get a freak
Do, do-do, do-do, do-do
Freak like me
Tied him down to my queen bed
Tease him just enough to hate me (Hate me)
Tied it tight enough, he can't break free (Break free)
Keep him waiting 'til he try
This can go one of two ways
We could flip the coin, I'll be your slave (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Call you daddy, give me a nickname (Ah)
I ain't afraid of a little pain (No, I ain't 'fraid of a little pain) – Doja Cat
He thinks he's won. That he had gotten to keep his cake while eating it too.
She chuckled dryly to herself as she brought the teacup to her lips once more. Currently she found herself standing by the window watching the seemingly happy couple sneak off once again into that ratty old hedge maze.
Maybe I'll commission to have it cut down… or just set it aflame.
She smiled into her glass at the mere thought of watching the reflection of the flames dance in their dopey, love smitten eyes as they watched on with equal looks of horror. Not that anyone could really stop her if she chose to of course. Poor Narcissa and Lucius had been rendered virtually powerless once Draco had taken his rightful place in leading the Dark Lords army. A nuance she had been sure was going to ruin whatever semblance of a relationship the pair of them had built together.
Astoria turned from the window with a huff once the couple officially disappeared out of sight, adequately concealed within the confines of the overgrown shrubbery.
All week she had been forced to endure happening upon the two in all sorts of clandestine compromising positions. No where in her own home was safe from their antics.
Her husband's doing she was sure, but even still what self respecting witch would let a man just have his way with her any old place out in the open?
It was no matter though. Her darling husband could have his fun, after all he was on a time limit now. She had seen to that herself personally. In all fairness she had warned the witch… it wasn't her fault that she had blatantly disregarded her warning all together. And now with them off gallivanting around, unable to keep their damned hands off each other, it was only a matter of time before the witch was with child. And if that took too long she had a plan for that as well.
There was the matter, however, of how her husband looked at the frizzy headed mudblood. She felt the usual rush of rage flush through her veins at the mere thought. The way his eyes followed her whenever she was in the room like she was the only person in existence.
The glass shattered in her hand. Little bits of the fine china dug into her balled up fist and rained down on the floor, mingling with tiny droplets of her blood.
"Topsy!" She shrieked for her elf who immediately apparated in with a loud pop before bowing so low her ears brushed the floor. "Clean this mess up!"
He had never, not once, in all their years of marriage looked at her that way. Which was why simply pulling her husband away from her was not going to be enough. That was why making Hermione an offering had been integral into her plan, and once the witch had fulfilled her purpose and was completely out of the picture she would have him entirely back to herself, and she supposed there would be a new brat to contend with as well. But that was no matter either, after all she had been raised by a nanny elf and had turned out perfectly fine.
She squinted her eyes as the elf dutifully began picking up each piece of glass and tucking it into her makeshift dress. Elves really were disgusting little creatures.
She stormed from the room making sure to kick the little vermin on her way by, causing her to spill all the glass back to the floor.
"Topsy! You imbecile!" she gave her another solid kick just for good measure and the elf let out a little squeak of pain. This brought a smile to her lips. These days she had to take whatever small joys she could get.
She walked out of the room leaving she frantic elf behind to continue to clean up the mess she'd caused.
Now what to do with her time?
Maybe, she would owl Daphne with a suggestion of her own.
Daphne was all to eager to agree to host a small dinner party for her and several other of their old Slytherin friends. Astoria would have been more than willing to host all of her friends under normal circumstances, but the last thing she wanted was for Draco to find some excuse to completely shut it down. This way she could ensure an entire stage was set for her to have a night out with her husband…sans his whore. And who knew where the night would take them, with enough liquor in his system anything was possible.
She knew Draco was becoming more and more frustrated as the week went on. Playing it safe was not exactly in his cards and she could see the toll that practicing restraint with Hermione was causing him. What kind of wife would she be to not be concerned about her husband's wellbeing?
Besides… surely, he had to be growing bored of the same old thing by now. Even if he had been successful in pushing Hermione beyond her usual vanilla Gryffindor limits. There were still just some things only a true Slytherin would be willing to do.
She was sitting right by the back doors waiting when the couple finally exited the maze from the other side of the glass doors.
Elegant and poised, she was the sheer image of perfection when the double doors opened allowing for the giggling couple to traipse into the hall. She held her face a frozen mask of pleasantness.
"Draco dear."
The pair froze when they saw her waiting for them, Hermione's eyes going wide with alarm, and Draco's squinting down at her skeptically. Their fingers were intertwined, and it was all she could do to mask the raging inferno inside of her at their little display of affection as she stood to greet him.
She cut her eyes to the other witch, an instant dismissal and to her chagrin Hermione stammered some menial pretext before excusing herself back to her own quarters.
Now there's a good girl.
"I'll be behind you in just a minute." Draco called past her at the bushy headed girls rapidly retreating figure.
Smirking, Astoria relished that the other girl neither acknowledged him nor turned back once before disappearing around the corner. That was until Draco turned his glacial eyes on her.
"To what do I owe this honor Astoria?" his voice was hard and brittle. He was none too pleased at all with her interruption.
It seemed someone was growing a little too attached to his plaything.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and noted the way his eyes followed the action.
He may have been angry, but her assumptions were correct. All his restraint was getting to him. She had been watching him closely these past couple of days and the tension radiating from him was almost palpable. Deliciously so.
She stepped closer into his space, knowing he would never dare show a sign of weakness by backing away. Idly, she traced her well-manicured finger up his arm to his bicep.
"We have been invited out to dinner at my sisters, I thought…"
"You thought wrong. I'm not going." He cut her off attempting to walk by her, but she dug her grip into his arm. Her sharp manicured nails digging into his flesh enough to almost break the skin… almost. All she had to do was dig in a little more and watch the vibrant red of his pureblood well up in the hollows her fingers had caused. Alas, that would not get her what she wanted from him unfortunately.
"We are going. Everyone is going to be there, and it simply would not do to have me show up all on my lonesome." She spoke in her most saccharine voice, driving her point home. "Unless of course you are not concerned what others may report back to…" she trailed away letting her threat linger.
Even he wasn't bold enough to catch the ire of their Dark Lord, after all she had ensured to endear herself to his aunt Bella just for this purpose, hence she was also a fast favorite of the Dark Lord himself.
He let out a long-defeated sigh and she grinned maliciously.
Even he knew when he had been beaten, just like the good little dog he was.
She released her grip in his arm, staring at the red welts longingly. Pain was all the rage these days after all, and she really did relish inflicting it upon others.
"Everyone?" his question was deadpanned, still looking for some sort of escape, but she had been prepared for just that.
Unravelling her latest correspondence from her older sister she showed him the letter of invitation. All the important friends of theirs had already RSVP'd their attendance, the Flint's, Goyle's, Pansy and Felix Rosier, hell even Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini who were still notoriously flying solo. Draco had no way out of this one.
He balled the invitation up in his hand, eyes alight with fury before the little ball of paper burst into flames on its way to the ground.
"Fine." He gritted between his teeth. "At least I'll have Theo and Blaise there to keep me company."
She leaned into him them, loving the feel of playing with fire, his fire in particular. She let both of her hands slide up over his chest and wrap around the back of his neck. She could feel him quaking with rage beneath her and it sent a flood straight to her knickers.
Oh, how they both knew she would like nothing more than to climb him like a tree right now. Let him take out all that rage on her, she could handle it and then some.
"And me love…" she whispered. Her lips just grazing the shell of his ear. "I will be there to keep you… company as well." She stepped away letting her hands slide over him between the space, ensuring her inuendo hit home.
Maybe it was her imagination, or maybe, just maybe, she saw her husband's eyes darken with the barest hint of desire. It could have also been rage, but either one was more than fine with her.
She turned then to head down the hall to head to her room to ready for the evening, she had the perfect little black dress in mind…
"It's just a dinner party Astoria." He called after her.
She openly laughed, choosing to let that be her only response as she disappeared around the very corner Hermione had mere minutes before.
Let him think that all he wanted, but she knew better.
They entered her sister's parlor, her arm wrapped possessively around Draco's. He as usual chose to wear a completely black suit, which only complemented her own dress that clung tightly to her every curve. The little black dress rode up slightly as she walked, her bare leg peeking out from the exceedingly high slit with every other step. She had chosen to wear her hair down this evening, long loose curls cascading down the open back and brushing her shoulders as she walked.
Astoria had not needed to see Draco's face to know that she looked damned good. The sheer look of horror on Hermione's face when she had come to retrieve him from his study had said it all. That little witch had known precisely what tonight was about, just as her husband had, the difference being that she was intelligent enough to be aware of just how far Astoria was willing to go to get what she wanted. For once when she had smiled and told the little harlot goodbye for the evening it had felt genuine, even if her eyes had screamed for her to eat shite. At least someone in the house was appreciating all her hard efforts this evening.
A long low whistle sounded as the pair entered the receiving room, and she felt herself preen from head to toe. And what a long distance to go that really was, especially when she had chosen to wear her five-inch Louis, whose straps wound their way all around her ankles.
"Astoria, Astoria… where have you been all evening?" Zabini bowed before her, taking her hand in his and placing a sensual kiss on the back of her hand.
Well wasn't he forward? She arched a brow appreciatively at the sensual caress of his lips.
"Oh Blaise, please." She pretended to brush him off with a flip of her hair over her shoulder, taking the chance to peek at Draco he still seemed just as disinterested as usual. "Surely your date this evening would not appreciate you lavishing such attentions on a spoken for woman."
The tall dark and extraordinarily handsome wizard stood, flashing her his token devilish grin. "Alas they might, if I had brought one." He turned his attentions to the wizard on her arm and pulled him in for a side embrace. "And you mate? Where have you been hiding away these days? It feels like it has been ages since you graced us with your presence. I know you're all big and important now, but surely you can still carve out time for your oldest friends."
She let out a scoff which she quickly covered with a dainty cough at Draco's scornful glare.
"So sorry, I must be parched."
What she had really wanted to say was that he has been rolling around in the garden with some muggle born nobody rather than attending to his wife as he should.
"Say no more, my angel!" Blaise declared as he led them further into the room full of their group of friends. He plucked to premade glasses off the bar and handed one to each of them.
Angel, hmm? That is a word she did not think she had ever once heard used to describe her. She found she quite liked it.
Everyone was mingling about, conversing jovially amongst the music, each with a drink in hand. Some she could tell had already had quite a few more than one, Zabini being a prime example. The second the girls spied her they ushered her over, Daphne, Pansy, and Millicent were sitting around a table gushing over their drinks about some trivial topic or another.
Sighing she cut her eyes to Draco who simply lifted an eyebrow at her as if to say well this is what you wanted. Somewhat reluctantly she pulled her arm away from his and made her way over to the gaggle of gossips, being sure to throw her hips just a little more than usual on her way. A grin spread across her face as she felt the heat of multiple eyes on her from within the room. Hopefully one of which was Draco's, but it was not as though she could simply turn around to see. That would simply reek of desperation. She practically shuddered at the mere thought. Even if he wasn't watching, the fact that everyone else was would be sure to draw his notice, either way, it was a win-win for her.
It was Pansy who cut her eyes at her as she took her seat next to the posh brunette.
"So, I see you are up to something as usual Story."
"I simply don't know what you mean?" she gave Pansy a look full of forced innocence and naivety.
"Of course, you don't…" the other witch brought her glass of champagne up to her ruby red lips. "Too bad the rest of us are more than aware that this entire dinner was all orchestrated on your call."
Astoria narrowed her eyes slightly at Pansy in warning. She may have been the top bitch back when they were in school, back when she had dated Slytherin prince herself. But now, now Astoria reigned supreme and it would do well for her to remember that.
Inwardly she smiled a slow malicious smile.
"Do tell Pansy, how is Felix? I hear his latest assignment went a little…awry." She feigned inspecting her nails disinterestedly, all the while watching the flush creep up the catty witch's neck.
They all knew Felix had blundered his last mission quite horribly. He had been tasked with one simple thing, ridding the world of things that the Dark Lord wanted destroyed. He and his father had failed, simple as that… although it did cost Rosier senior his life. Someone got the drop on them and dear Voldy was none too pleased.
Pansy said nothing of course and took another long pull from her glass, emptying its contents before its contents refilled again of their own accord.
Astoria hid her smirk by taking her own sip from her glass, but nothing was able to hide the glint in her eyes.
"So Milli was just telling us about how she was decorating her nursery! Isn't that exciting?" Daphne filled in the tense silence, always one to avoid confrontation.
Oh her poor beloved sister, so sweet and timid… so weak. It made Astoria want to roll her eyes. Honestly it amazed Astoria that her elder sister had been sorted into Slytherin at all, she clearly would have made a better Puff.
"Oh, my that is exciting!" Astoria gushed enthusiastically turning her attention the other witch at the party.
It really wasn't.
Do you know what was amazing, however? The fact that dear old Milli Bullfrog had actually found someone willing to tie the knot with her in the first place. What she really wanted to know was how much her dear old daddy had paid to get someone to take the unfortunate looking girl off his hands.
She could not care less about what type of nursery decorations Millicent was going to place in the room for her newly acquired brat once it arrived. A mudblood was a mudblood. Sure, she knew about the ceremony but at the end of the day it still was not quite the same as having your own child. It was truly a shame that there seemed to be a blight of fertility amongst pureblood families at this point.
The Bullstrode turned Flint began gushing about all of the things she had already done to prepare for her little muddy infant's arrival and the other plans she had yet to carry out with utmost enthusiasm. All the while the girls around her hung on her every word.
Taking another small sip of her champagne she chanced a glance in her husband's direction. He was speaking in low tones with Theodore across the room, barely paying attention to anyone else there.
Obviously, he would seek out his secondary bed buddy.
She rolled her eyes and refocused on the conversation or attempted to at least and the other three witches continued to prattle on.
It really was such a pity that they all seemed so excited for her. She really wondered if Pansy was faking her enthusiasm for their other friend just as she was.
"Listen to me going on an on." Millicent waved herself off, pretending to fan away her excitement. "Soon we will all be here having these conversations with you. After all with any luck you will be next Astoria!"
Ah, yes. Her own little mudblood problem.
She had wondered how long it would take to surface, truly though she couldn't fault the witch. It had been Millicent's predicament that had given her the idea of turning Hermione into an offering in the first place.
"With any luck one would surely hope." She responded in kindness the forced smile upon her face was beginning to make her cheeks ache.
Goodness this was dull and most definitelynot what she had intended for the evening.
Millicent scrunched her already pug like face up even more, accentuating her unfortunate nose.
Well at least it was promising for her child that she wouldn't be inheriting that feature from her mother, although it wasn't as if Marcus was a looker himself either. Either way she was sure Flint was rejoicing that there was no chance of his child inheriting that particular feature from its mother.
"You know Marcus had to be entirely wasted every time he had to touch that poor girl. Said it turned his stomach just thinking about it."
She had to physically stifle a derisive snort at that statement.
From the way she heard it, dear Marcus was always wasted and always touching everyone, especially if they weren't his wife. But she supposed that was neither here nor there.
"It was a wonder that he was able to get the job done at all!" Pansy let out with a bark of a laugh before turning to Astoria and placing her hand caringly on her shoulder. "It's a good thing you won't have that same problem isn't it dear?"
The group fell silent all eyes turned to her. Astoria felt her rage rise to the surface…
How dare she! Just who did she think she was dealing with? Here she was doing her best to play nice and Pansy just was determined not to let her.
Why was it that somebody always had to insist on making her teach them a lesson?
"Pans…" Daphne attempted to interject again, aware of the rising danger, only to be cut off.
"All I'm saying, and you know as well as I do Daph, that a certain someone always had eyes for a particular witch back in school."
Her blood was boiling as her hard eyes locked with the witch next to her. The challenge was clear and evident and who was she to take this sitting down.
Fine. If that's how she wanted to play, so be it. Unfortunately for the older witch she was severely underestimating the extremes that she was willing to go to in order to get even.
Dear Daphne had learned that the hard way as well, but they had been children back then. Oh how her sister had loved that kitten…
"School was quite a long time ago Pansy. Things change." Her words came out short and clipped. Letting them know the conversation was over.
"Do they though?"
Astoria smiled, pulling her wand from its place within her clutch from her side.
A good crucio would teach the witch her place. She'd Avada her but that was still frowned upon amongst the ranks unfortunately.
"Oh look, I do believe it is time for dinner!" Daphne stood abruptly, placing herself directly in the path of her victim.
The squeamish witch could never stand the sight of blood of her floors.
She rose with the rest of the girls turning away from them and making her way over to Draco, being sure to wobble a little more than necessary, putting on the show that she made had have just little more to drink than she actually had. She sidled up to him to brush against his side and giggled, taking another small sip of her champagne, making the show that the liquor had made its way to her head to put him even more off guard.
"Draco, my love." She leaned more weight against him, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch, and ran her hand along the nape of his neck to play with the feather soft platinum hair. A spot she knew personally was one of his favorites.
What she really couldn't wait to do was twine her hands throughout his entire mane of hair, pulling him down against her as he drove inside her with a wild abandon.
"Astoria, your drunk." He reprimanded her, his own slur only slightly evident.
Good, she wanted him to be lost to her tonight and he was clearly well on his way. She came here with a plan and she fully intended to follow through.
Covering her lips delicately she made a shushing noise, loud enough for the surrounding men to hear, but pretending it was only for him to know.
"Just a teensy bit my darling." She made a small gesture with two of her fingers to illustrate her point. He rolled his eyes and offered her his arm once again for support.
Check.
The group began to make their way to the dining room. Astoria fumbled along, purposefully slowing Draco down with her. Her clutch was still open and her wand was easily within reach. The moment she got a clear shot of Pansy she pretended to stumble losing Draco's arm and subtly cast the Imperius curse at the witch as she passed by them in the hall. With glee she watched as the witch's eyes glossed over pausing in her steps for just a moment before Astoria silently directed her to continue on with the rest of the group before them.
"Seems like more than a teensy bit. How much have you had to drink?" Draco looked down at her, but not quite as coldly as before, his own drinking having begun to take effect for the evening.
She let out a small giggle again, choosing not to answer. No one needed to know that she was obviously the most sober one in the room as he continued to escort her behind their group of friends.
"Isn't this nice?" she asked sweetly, throwing on her charm as Draco pulled out her chair for her. Always the gentleman. "I really missed this." She looked around the table, "I really missed it just being all of us."
That much was true. Life had been so much simpler back when they were just a group of friends in the common room, not having to worry about anything other than school and exams. She cut her eyes to Pansy.
"This is really nice Daph. I have missed the good old days, just like before." She watched amused as Pansy made eyes at Draco, supposedly reminiscing about the good old days, back when they were together. When it was her at the blonde wizard's side and not Astoria.
Eyes widening in mock confusion she looked around the table with concern and locked eyes with Felix. The comment had not been lost on him either.
Good. Now she just had to continue to set Pansy up for her little game.
The poor witch had no idea what was happening to her. Astoria found it to be highly amusing. Much more so than the dull talk of baby mudbloods.
Taking the seat next to his wife, Draco frowned at the other woman, but chose not to acknowledge her blatantly obvious comment about their past.
The first course was set before them and Astoria decided it was best to let Pansy behave as she usually would, only with less attention to the handsome brunette on her right of course. Instead Pansy just could not seem to help but cast her eyes in Draco's direction every few minutes. This alone caused Felix to also cut his eyes to her husband with suspicion and filled Astoria with a subtle sense of accomplishment.
By the second course Astoria, taking more sips of champagne merely for show, twisted her legs so that she could press her thigh against her wizard's, feeling the heat radiating from him as he did his best to ignore her. This simply would not do as well.
This was her evening after all and if it were the last thing she did, she would wipe all thoughts of that filthy little mudblood right from his mind. He belonged to her, and it was time he remembered that.
She knew by count he was well into his fifth or sixth glass which emboldened her as the conversation about nothing continued to circle around them. Taking the opportunity to delicately wipe her mouth with her napkin she placed it back on her lap, but rather than returning her hand to her utensils she rested it boldly on Draco's thigh, allowing her fingers to trace delicate patterns across the surface. He only stiffened for a moment before relaxing once again and choosing to ignore her altogether as he, Theo and Blaise delved deeper into their previous conversation about quidditch.
She shifted her patterns to traces up and down his leg, gradually riding higher in slow increments. Draco, either allowing her actions or tuning her out altogether, which only spurred her on further. A thrill of excitement shot through her as she continued to boldly creep up his thigh. Emboldened, she allowed her hand to rest fully on his leg, her gentle ministrations turning to a possessive caress.
He laughed jovially at something Theodore was saying across the table… entirely distracted. The hard muscle beneath her palm remained relaxed as she used her fingers to knead away any built up tension. Slowly working her way ever higher, her eye always on the prize.
She was just shy of his trousers zipper when his hand shot from its place at the table and rested on hers, stopping her in her tracks. She did her best not to visible pout.
"And just what exactly do you think you are doing Astoria?" his voice shot into her mind as to not draw attention to her antics under the table.
She attempted to wrest her hand free from his, but he simply tightened his grip to keep her in place.
"Simply helping you to relax my dear husband." She turned her large brown eyes up to him innocently as she used her thumb to brush circles across the seam of his pants.
He arched a brow, turning to look at her finally.
"I would hardly call what you are doing neither simple nor relaxing." Then very dismissively he placed her hand back into her own lap as he returned to the conversation around them.
Hmm. Not distracted enough it would seem.
Luckily for her she had a perfect tool right at her disposal. Smiling across the table she chose to re-engage the still magically enthralled witch.
"Oh Pansy. I was just trying to remember the other day that story you had told me about." She felt Draco's eyes on her from his place beside her, Daphne had zeroed in as well, curious to see precisely what she was up to. "You remember about your fifth year?"
An innocent enough question to be sure, and of course there had been no story from the witch, but no one else at the table knew that. Besides, it was not as though she couldn't be referring to any number of interesting things. Their fifth year had been one for the record books, with Dolores Umbridge in place as High Inquisitor at Hogwarts.
Pansy's eyes lit up and she once again stared dotingly at Draco, causing both Felix and the wizard to her right to bristle.
Just a little magical push, a suggestion more than anything really… after all they all knew what happened that year between the two. What was the harm in allowing it to be aired out properly?
"You all know that that was back when Draco and I used to be an item. Quite a serious one at that, at least to me anyway." The witch chuckled to herself while glancing around the table, then back to Draco before her eyes finally settled on Astoria. What the others mistook for enthusiasm she alone could read as the hidden panic in her eyes.
Astoria gave her a polite, sinister smile… encouraging the witch to continue to tell all their secrets. No matter that Pansy was horrified at the words spilling from her mouth, she was entirely helpless to stop them.
"Well it was just after he had been promoted to the Inquisitorial Squad that he finally convinced me to accompany him to the Prefects bathroom." The dark haired witches eyes shot to Draco pleadingly, but the blonde refused to make eye contact with her as she continued to tell the story, her voice lilting away as she relived the memory for all at the table to hear. "We had done plenty of other things together by that point of course, its just not that getting caught up snogging in the dark corridors of the school were really conducive to losing one's virginity."
Theo coughed, nearly choking on his drink, staring at Pansy in utter bewilderment. Draco finally cut his eyes up to his long time friend with a hard glare, while the rest of the room filled with a heavy silence, no one sure about what to say at Pansy's declaration nor the sordid details that continued to flow from her lips freely.
"Well this evening just got a hell of a lot more interesting." He alone seemed to be enjoying where the story was heading, and the havoc it was wreaking around the room. He leaned back with a slight grin taking a long sip from his drink. The food on his plate all but forgotten.
Felix practically slammed his fork and knife down on the table. "That is quite enough Pansy!"
Astoria looked on with horrified eyes, all the while on the inside she was dancing with glee. And of course, Pansy did not, could not stop.
"Pans…" Draco practically growled warningly to no avail.
"Draco dear it was nothing to be ashamed of. Most boys don't even last more than a minute, you should be proud." She waved her hand playfully in Draco's direction while the subject of discussion gaped at her open mouthed like a fish.
"An entire minute eh?" Blaise chuckled from his place next to Goyle.
She supposed Draco was nearing his tolerance and glanced over at him worriedly. Just as she suspected he was now glaring at Blaise who seemed entirely unfazed, but the cold steel Draco was throwing his way… it made her burn in the best sort of way.
"Pshh, more like five. It was quite impressive really. Besides…" Pansy smirked at Draco then lasciviously, "that was only the first round of the evening. He really was ever eager to please."
Felix abruptly stood from his place beside his wife and stormed out of the room. Pansy hardly seemed to notice as her eyes were still glued on Draco.
"Oh Pans!" she finally uttered in alarm, her voice cutting through sufficiently enough for all to hear her mortification for their friend. Silently ending the word vomit pouring from her dear friends' mouth. Surely that was enough for now, but she refused to release her hold on her just yet. Pansy still had one more act in her before the night was through.
Daphne stood as well clasping her hands together. "How about we take dessert back in the drawing room?" her eyes roved around nervously with an anxious smile, her eyes sliding right over Astoria altogether, afraid to be caught in her sister's wrath…
Everyone uttered in agreement and began to follow suit, standing and heading out of the room. Astoria directed Pansy to go as well, leaving just her and Draco behind at the table.
With a sigh Draco leaned back in his chair raking both hands down his face.
"What in the hell was that?" he uttered looking entirely bewildered at the doorway to the room.
"Draco, I have no earthly idea!" The lie slid easily from her lips as she turned to face him, resting her hand once again on his upper thigh. "That was not what we were talking about before… I fear she may be cross with me. That was not the first thing she has said that was untoward this evening."
"For bloody Merlin's sake…"
"If it makes any difference, I don't think any different of you after all of that." Her hand returned to its gentle caresses on his leg.
He let out a sigh and stood, wobbling slightly on his feet before catching his balance.
"We should join the others. This night can't be over soon enough."
"We should." She stood and began to follow him out of the room. She pulled him to a stop when they neared the door though, turning him to face her rubbing her hands across his chest. "I truly feel for Felix though, he did not deserve any of that."
Draco shook his head in agreement. Before he could continue out the door she pulled him forward, planting her lips on his. He stilled above her, but she was unrelenting. Gradually she felt him soften towards her before she felt his hand slide up to grip the back of her neck. Forcefully he deepened their kiss, pouring all his frustration into her. He backed her into the wall with a jarring thud as he aggressively bit and delved into her mouth. She nipped his lower lip harshly eliciting a groan before he tugged her hair tilting her head back for a better angle.
She felt a growl reverberate through his body as he pressed against her entirely. His leg slipped between her legs and she moaned at the feel of him. She pulled at him desperately, needing to feel more of him, all of him.
Hell! Had she known it would be this easy she would have placed an imperious curse on Pansy ages ago.
"Fuck!" he growled and pushed off from her aggressively, his breaths heavy. He dropped his hand and backed away from her eyeing her wearily, his expression guarded and confused before he turned and walked out of the room.
Astoria stood there, leaning against the wall as a slow smile crept onto her bruised lips.
That… was delicious. And now that she had a taste she would not be deterred.
There he was. The Draco she had always known, selfish and demanding, and all within her reach for the evening. And he was completely hammered, just how she wanted him.
Tonight, he was ripe for the taking.
Oh, and take him she would.
Catching her breath, she followed in his wake, entering the room with the others flushed and slightly more disheveled than before. He met her eyes the second she entered the room, taking another long pull form his glass. She crossed the room to where he was sitting on one of the sofas and took the place beside him, never once breaking eye contact. He stiffened as she draped herself over him, but she knew he would not push her away. Not tonight, and certainly not here in front of everyone. Not when Felix and Pansy were still on the top of everyone's mind, which just by happenstance happened to include Draco as well. All thanks to her own careful coordinating.
Sometimes her genius even amazed herself.
She idly toyed with the soft locks of his hair as each couple sat around each other, Theo and Blaise occupied two armchairs nearby. The delight had yet to leave Blaise's face as he intently tried to listen in on Pansy and Felix's hushed conversation, while the others all tried to ignore them entirely. Discretion was a very Slytherin trait, one that Pansy currently seemed to be lacking.
She felt a low hum of appreciation as Draco took pleasure from her touch. She wiggled in her seat clenching her legs in anticipation of what she was sure of what was to come later on once they returned home.
The mundane conversation grew louder around her in an attempt to drown out both pansy and Felix, Daphne and Goyle looking extremely uncomfortable for the remainder of their guests.
Deciding it was time to finally play her last card for the evenings finally and putting everyone out of their misery, well most everyone, Astoria once again focused on Pansy. Without a single word the petty with rose from her seat, leaving Felix mid sentence and crossed the room to where Theodore sat alone in his chair. She leaned over him, whispering in his ear, her tongue sneaking out and brushing against the dangling lobe, before she raked his hand through his hair and then down his chest stopping just as she hooked her fingers into the top of his pants.
Theo's eyes grew wide with shock as he watched her then quickly looked at Felix in desperation followed by the rest of the room as he tried in vain to gently remove the witch from his personal space.
"Pansy what are you doing?" his voice was cracked with confusion as the witch turned and placed herself solidly in his lap before grinding her backside against him in the most unbecoming fashion. He kept his hands raised in the air, being sure not to touch her. His eyes pleading with anyone in the room for help.
Poor, poor Theo… this should keep him quiet for quite some time as well. Or it would if he knew what was good for him. She would hate to have to go to more extreme measures…
Pansy let out a small moan, as she leaned back against him, rolling her hips suggestively. Uncaring to the shock that was sweeping the room.
"Pans!" Millicent tried in vain to garner the witch's attention, but she was solely focused on Theo and giving him the proper lap dance of his life.
Pansy slid her hands up and down Theo's thighs to the rooms horror getting dangerously close to touching his surprisingly unresponsive member. Astoria wanted to laugh. She was willing to chalk that up simply to shock, knowing for a fact the man could get it up for just about anything thing with tits and arse that happened to be unfortunate enough to happen upon him.
She looked on with the rest of the room in mock horror, but truly there was no way she could be more pleased. Beside her Draco was tense, poised ready to move but entirely unsure how to handle the predicaments currently unfolding between two of his closest friends. Blaise's eyes were alight with mischief and wonder, he was clearly having the time of his life. Poor Daphne was mortified and Goyle…well he was Goyle, it wasn't as though he truly had an array of expressions to really express himself now did he? He was however currently casting his eyes back and forth between the pair in the chair and Felix who was beat red and fuming, the closest thing to confusion she would call marring his featured. Milli, now Milli she could tell was absolutely horrified by the actions of her friend and had no earthly idea on what to do, but Flint, that sick bastard, well he was practically getting a hard on just watching.
She wanted to burst out into hysterics, but alas, she couldn't allow herself the pleasure.
Well surely this would teach both Pansy and Theo a thing or two.
She highly doubted she would see their faces around anytime soon after this fiasco.
Finally having enough after one exceptionally loud moan from pansy as she turned to straddle Theo fully Felix stood, storming over to his witch and scooped her up none too gentle by the middle and threw her over his shoulder. She pouted and whined, making eyes at Theo and cursing her husband's name for ruining her fun.
"We are leaving." He turned to face the room, ever the gentleman. "I truly apologize for my wife's behavior this evening." Tucking tail, he turned and carried the shouting witch down the hall and to the floo.
With a subtle grin, Astoria released her hold on the curse.
Let her now try to logically explain away tonight's behavior. If he would even listen. She would be lucky to not be served divorce papers come morning time.
They arrived shortly back in their own parlor after that, the party having quickly wound down after Theo made his own escape to Blaise's booming delight and the other's utter mystification. Flint practically dragged Milllicent through the grates after, his complete arousal evident on his features, that twisted and dirty man that he was. And after as much consolation as she was willing to give her sister, she allowed Draco to lead her away as well back to their home arm in arm. He entirely wasted, and her pretending to be just as equally so.
Astoria teetered up the stairs, taking each step carefully, being sure to appear slightly off balance. She could feel Draco's gaze on her from behind and she chanced a peek over her shoulder in his direction. He stood with one hand resting on the bannister, eyes glued to her body as a war waged within his silver depths. She smiled invitingly and continued the rest of the way up the stairs, barely hearing the footfalls of the man behind her.
She bit her lip to stop the grin from completely covering her face as she led him down the hall. She paused at his office door. Her original plans had been to drag him into her private quarters and to not let him out until sunrise, but this… this could be better. Her hand reached for the handle and she slipped inside quietly closing the door behind her.
The mahogany desk before her presented itself for her complete use. Before he had the chance to enter the room behind her she clambered onto the desk, facing the door in anticipation. When he opened the door, he found her sitting there, legs slightly parted in an open invitation. Her heated eyes tracking his every move.
He slipped inside, closing the door behind him and stalked his way to her. The thrill of it send a flood of wetness straight to her core.
"Astoria…"
"Shhh." She placed a finger on his lips before reaching down to tug him closer using the belt in his trousers. Reaching up she wrapped her hand around his neck, once again pulling his face down to hers this evening, only this time she would not be letting him go. Her tongue swept into his mouth, licking and tasting. Fire whisky practically emanated from his entire being, his drink of choice throughout the evening, his eyes glossy with inebriation.
He may not want this, but it was what he needed, what they both needed. And she was going to ensure that they both took full advantage of it.
He nudged her legs apart with his own as his free hand worked to undo belt at his waist, quickly followed by the buttons and zipper. His impressive member sprang free bouncing
Her body shook with anticipation she had been waiting for this moment all evening, for months really. Ever since that Granger swot had officially entered the picture and he had refused to touch her. She needed this like she needed to breathe. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her knickers forcefully ripped away by his uncaring hands, this was fine, this was normal. Angry sex was good… it was their best. She ripped his shirt open, buttons flying across the room before she raked the sharp tips of her nails down his front leaving red welts in their wake. Marking him for all to see, for Granger to find later.
He growled shoving her back and pulling her arse closer to the edge of the desk before lining himself up to her dripping entrance. His dark and heady eyes meeting hers only moments before her drove into her with such force that she cried out, her walls stretching around him, gripping him tightly, accommodating his larger size.
This was not love. This was punishment, one which they both took out on each other as they continued to scratch and claw at each other as they took what they so desperately needed. She met him forceful thrust after forceful thrust, pulling at his shoulders until he was forced down to meet her. His lips finding hers for another kiss full of passion and loathing as his hand snaked around her throat cutting off her air way.
It was the headiest combination, and she felt the coil low in her belly begin to tighten. He ripped her dress exposing the tops of her breasts before attacking them with his mouth. Deciding that too wasn't enough he forcefully pulled the flimsy fabric apart as well, finding her nipples and suckling before giving one hard nip, causing her to let out a silent scream with the pressure still on her throat causing her to rise ever higher. The blood pounding in her ears in time to his thrusts.
He leaned back, grasping her hip with his free hand and drove into her with such abandon that the sounds echoed across the room. The small mewls that escaped driving him mad as she felt him losing himself, growing ever harder inside her still as he rapidly approached his own release.
"Fuck you Story."
She squeaked. It was meant to be a yes!
He pounded into her mercilessly and she wanted more as the coil tightened impossibly still until it snapped entirely causing her back to arch completely off the table and her arms found their way around his shoulders holding on for dear life as she screamed out his name as she came around his cock. Her eyes blacking out from the headrush due to the lack of oxygen and overwhelming pleasure that had consumed her.
A small peep from the doorway caused her eyes to shoot open. There she met a pair of horrified amber eyes, watching as her husband continued his forceful thrusts inside her. Draco bit down solidly on her neck causing her to cry out in an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes never once leaving the other witch's as he spilled himself deep inside her with a loud groan.
Astoria smirked. Best to give the little witch a show while she was there.
"Yes, Draco!"
Hermione darted from the open doorway, her lithe figure rapidly retreating down the hall.
This could not have gone any better had she tried.
A/N: So I know lots of you hate Astoria, and I simply LOVE to hate her… so I really enjoyed writing this chapter and delving into her particular brand of crazy. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did! . As always guys let me know what you think, and if you haven't already don't forget to check out my Tumblr for extras, sneak peeks, and other goodies! blog/pink-wednesdays