Another One Shot for Harry Potter. Please read and review.
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Got My Attention
It was he Annual Malfoy Christmas Gala. Draco had insisted that she should attend. His girlfriend of 6 months seemed to think it was a bad idea. Draco knew, in hindsight that she was right. He would not admit it though.
The war finished 4 years ago. Malfoy industries had flourished after the defeat of Voldemort. Lucius had been killed a few months after the battle. Some pegged it as a suicide, others murder. But regardless, no one was particularly upset. Including his wife and son.
Upon confirmation that Lucius was in fact dead, the holdings of Malfoy Industries was passed in equal shares to Narcissa and Draco. Wanting nothing to do with it, Narcissa gladly signed over her shares to Draco.
Draco had begun by stopping production of all evil and dark artefacts and started focusing instead on muggle inventions, making them suitable for wizard use, in particular televisions, mobile phones and electricity.
He also focused on Medicine, and incorporation of muggle medicine and medical intelligence. His head of department was none other than Hermione Granger. At first, he was irritated by her presence. She had aced the interview and was approved by all 3 of his screening panels for employees. And he had to admit that her intellect was admirable.
However, they still fought. Until, staff drinks for Christmas, 3 years prior to the gala. Slowly, the employees drank themselves to contentment and sauntered off home to their wives, husbands and children. Until only Draco and Hermione remained in the large club that Draco had hired for the night. Both being rather intoxicated, their fights turned to flirting. Neither could remember exactly how it happened, but they awoke in the same bed.
It was never spoken of, but they soon became a couple. One that ruled the nation. They were the Kardashians of their time. They were frequently featured on magazines, newspapers and the news (Once Malfoy industries had perfected their tv) Draco and Hermione hated the invision of privacy, but accepted that was what came from being a Malfoy, or dating a Malfoy.
However, 3 months prior to the Gala, they had broken up. They had been drifting apart for a while and there was a rumour that Hermione had cheated on Draco with none other than Ronald Weasley.
Stunned as the Wizarding world was with the allegations, and exaggerations of every dispute and fight they had, the couple decided to split. Causing a shock wave through the world. A few weeks after Hermione leaving, Draco was spotted on a few dates with Pansy Parkinson. Who, had helped him organise the Christmas Gala.
A Malfoy tradition. Host a huge party, a silent auction. Bring some appetisers and endless drinks, offer donations and at the end of the night, the Man of the hour, Malfoy himself would pull a name out of a hat, and all proceedings would go to that Chairty.
When Draco was with Hemione the Galas raised millions, the guest list was packed and there was a queue half a mile long, desperate to get in, With Pansy however, the hype was not there.
Hermione had spent the last few weeks, trash talking Malfoy. Claiming all his accusations were false and in fact he was the one who was cheating. Yes, this caused quite a stir, and helped to improve the hype for the party. But that was not why she did it. Oh no! She did it because she wanted to talk to him. He had left her, for no real reason and dragged her name through the mud. Well Mr. Malfoy. Two can play at that game, and she could be just as dirty as he was.
She also went around all the bars he frequented. Not to catch him. No, she would not make a scene in person but to ruin his name wherever he went. Unfortunately, however. She ran in to him more often than not and in the end her plan had an adverse effect. Meeting him and trashing his name only brought out the people's love of the man more. He was a modern-day superhero. He was worshipped.
That was why he did not want her at his Gala. She could taint his name, and he couldn't risk that. However, it was in fact Pansy who talked him around. Even he could not deny that her recent uproar against him had done wonders for his stocks, and putting her on the guest list would only create more hype for his Gala.
He heard the room fall silent and he looked towards the door. He no longer regretted inviting her. Her ball gown was stunning. She had become a Malfoy during their time, dating. She knew how to hold herself, how to talk. How to walk into a room and make everyone envy her. He could smell her perfume from where he stood.
His mind wandered back to when she was his. He used to love how all the attention would be on her, he would walk by her side knowing he was the luckiest man alive. People were civil with Pansy, but she still could not hold herself with such grace and dignity as Hermione could. There was no shock silence as she walked in. Her smile could not brighten the darkest of days.
Draco, being the gracious host walked up to Hermione. The room so silent, the gentle tap of his footsteps on the solid dark oak floor, bounced around the room. He approached her and halted. He bowed before her, picked up her hand and placed it to his lips.
He could smell the perfume on her wrist. He loved how soft her hands were. She seemed taken aback by his gentlemanly behaviours. What did she expect? He was nothing but civil in public. He thought back to when they were dating. She made him so proud, he couldn't wait to get her home, alone. To rip the dress from her body and to worship her, the way she made him feel like a God, she was his goddess and he had to make sure she knew that.
"Good evening, Miss Granger" He greeted, then walked away. Seldom this nervous on his feet, but he retained his composure. After the pleasantries had been exchanged, the live band started up again. Draco grabbed Pansy and they began to dance to the music.
"She just wants attention" Pansy said in his ear. "She's never wanted more than that" Draco smiled at Pansy's attempt to calm him. He thought himself that maybe she was jealous, that she hated that he was with someone else.
She was after his attention now, he knew that from when he first got with her. He knew if ever broke up with her she was smart enough to get in his head. She would never ruin his reputation. No that was a step too far even for her. No. She would make sure that he would never get over her. She knew that everything she did since they broke up, every scene she caused was only there to improve the business. He couldn't be mad with her. He couldn't if he tried. She was in his head. For good. She wasn't leaving.
He left the room a few hours later to visit the restroom. On his way out he saw her sitting on his bed. Of course, she would know that he would never use the bathrooms downstairs for the guests. He would use his private one.
He hated how much he wanted her when she was sat there. Her body was divine. He craved her. He relied on her. She was his addiction. And he was a starving addict. Desperate for one more taste.
"Honestly Mia, running around, chasing me, ruining my name. Just because you wanted to talk" He snarled at her, still unable to refrain from using his nickname for her
"You cut me off. No explanation. Dragged my name through the mud, and replaced me two weeks later with some whore, who has not even a third of the composure and elegance that I have." She countered. He stood facing her. Face to face. He lost himself in her eyes. She already knew that she had won.
He looked down at her, even in her heels, she was 6 inches shorter than him. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, brought his lips to hers. She didn't fight him. She kissed him with equal passion.
Their tongues fighting for dominance, his hand slipped down the zip of her dress pulling it off her body. He knew that her dress was for his benefit. So tight, tempting. Showing just enough cleavage to entice he mind, but left enough to the imagination. He brought his lips down her neck, inhaling her scent. She always smelt amazing. She knew that she would never forget that perfume. One he bought for her years ago. She must have liked it as she bought more and more.
He remembered when she was his and they did this all the time. Home or at work it didn't matter. He just had this overwhelming urge to make her scream his name. A similar feeling to the one overwhelming him now. Her hands made quick work of his suit jacket, tie and shirt. He hovered above her in only his trousers, she lay under him in only her white lace thong. He needed her. He could not deny her any more.
He kissed her again, a flick of his wand, and their clothes disappeared. He was all over her, inside her. No, she would not stay the night. No, they would not be getting back together. But this was a belated good bye.
But Draco knew this wouldn't be the last time. It never was
She had his whole attention. His every focus was on her. There was no denying that. He didn't care about the party downstairs. He didn't care about Pansy and other guests, worrying about where he had got to. He knew that Hermione loved that.
She hated that he had someone new. He knew that from how she was working her body against his. How she was putting in some kind of passion she knew Pansy didn't give. How she knew Draco didn't know, but he never doubted her intelligence.
"Does your girlfriend kiss you like this?"
"Does your girlfriend feel this good?"
"Does your girlfriend make you feel that incredible?" She would ask him. He couldn't deny any of them. She was in his head. He was not getting over her. He never would. He needed her. He loved her.
"What are you doing to me?" He muttered into her soft skin as she flipped them and started riding him.
He was close. He knew he had to push her over the edge. He flipped them and ploughed into her with vigour he never found with Pansy. One hand around her neck. Not enough to suffocate her, enough to excite her. His hands round her breast and her clit. She came undone in his hands.
They caught their breath, dressed and made their way back downstairs. Of course, the rumours begun again. He watched her dancing with any and every guy in the Gala hall, his jealousy burning in his veins. Her perfume on his lips and neck. He needed her.
She had got his attention. She still owned his heart. The next day, he left Pansy. A week later Hermione and Draco got back together.
He never knew exactly what she did to him. But he loved it.