Friday morning was begrudging at best. I wrote three exams in the span of one day, dismissed from all other classes and only allowed to take a break for lunch. I was ready for a reckless, drunken night with Hilda before she even had the opportunity to suggest it.
We were in our shared commons picking outfits and getting ready, "So, tell me what progress you've made on this whole Draco nightmare, Frenchness," She chattered light heartedly while digging around in a box full of jewelry. I glanced around to ensure that we were alone.
"'arry Potter and 'ermione Granger will 'elp," I stated, tugging at a gold long sleeved dress that I'd just put on.
Hilda's chin shot up, "Why would you ever want help from Gryffindor's? God, they're so annoying. Think they know everything." She frowned at a bracelet in her fingers.
I inspected the glittery dress using my grandmother's hand mirror. It was practically vacuum sealed to my curves and fairly short above my thighs. "Dey 'ave deir uses. And, I am going to seduce 'im tonight." I smirked at her.
Hilda grinned stepping off of her bed. Her flirty red dress swirled with the movement looking like a flower petal around her waist, "Ooh, let's have some fun with that poor boy tonight. You are definitely wearing that. And this..." She flicked her fingers through the jewelry box and emerged holding a bright gold necklace with a sapphire in the center. It looked like it belonged in an Egyptian museum. I clapped my hands with excited approval.
By the time we were walking down the stairs we had already procured a strong buzz, drinking recklessly as usual from Hilda's new bottomless flask. We both had to steady ourselves on the curvilinear wall as we took calculated steps on the stone stairs in pointy high heels. Pansy passed us on the way up the stairs and she stopped momentarily to take in our dresses with a judgmental sneer.
The common room was packed in a typical manner. Hilda and I drew a few glances as we crossed the room to the fireplace where the older students were clustered, some sat on the floor in front of the tall fireplace. I spotted Draco in a large green leather seat.
He had on an incredibly sharp navy blue suit that hugged him tightly and my heart lurched uncomfortably as I took in just how utterly stunning he looked. He was poised in the chair, one arm bent on the arm rest up towards his face with a crystal glass, dark liquid swirling inside. His bright blue eyes were focused on Blaise who he was laughing back and forth with, and his ring glinted in the green firelight.
"Well, that's your man," Hilda said shaking her head awestruck, "My god, it's too bad he's such an insufferable prick. You remember what we planned, right?" She purred and winked at me. I watched her break away and go wedge herself between Blaise and Marcus who didn't seem to mind her addition to their couch at all.
With my heart fluttering I stepped up to the group. Draco's eyes flickered directly to mine like magnets. He raised an eyebrow at me with a sly grin, scanning slowly down my body predatorially. I grinned back at him and moved around his chair, sitting directly in his lap. I draped my arm around his neck and threw my legs over the arm of the chair making myself comfortable square in his lap. He froze entirely and I forced myself not to laugh at his wide eyes and shocked expression. Boys in the vicinity started roaring with laughter at the bold move. Hilda looked about to burst from laughter as well but maintained a wide smile instead.
"Got her trained real good eh Malfoy?" Marcus Flint slapped his knee, eyeing my legs with a positively animalistic expression.
"Shut the fuck up Flint," Hilda sliced at him.
Draco was squirming underneath me and I could sense he was fighting an erection from forming, "What are you doing?" He hissed under his breath, our faces close together. His breath smelled strongly of fire whiskey, "Change of heart all of a sudden?" He didn't seem convinced that I had sat on him honestly. His eyes were lasered in on mine, eyebrows knit tightly together.
I tickled his neck line with my fingers seductively and brought my lips close to his, "Maybe. Let me stick around and you can find out." My eyes were focused downwards, then I brought them up to meet his, flirting in old ways I'd used on countless boys.
He snorted at the teasing and I could feel the sharp exhale from his teeth against my face, "By all means." He had raised his eyebrow again at me as though he suspected I was up to something. He slid his free hand around my waist to lock me in place on his lap and sipped at his drink.
My head spun from the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne, and I was acutely reminded of how drunk I had gotten with Hilda. Draco was leaning around me now, talking with Blaise again. I tilted my head into his neck and looked out at the rest of the group.
"That investigation will procure nothing of value. My father will ensure it get's dealt with - we'll be back on the pitch before Dumbledore's sleepy arse can even lift a finger," his voice was silky in my ear, dripping with aristocratic arrogance. I could hear how drunk he was in the way he spoke so openly, usually remaining much more reserved. I could see his sharp jaw line moving in front of my eyes with every word. His fingers were squeezing my waist over and over, feeling me up and down in small increments.
My face was hot, and I knew I no longer had to act to seduce him. I was already lost in the physical attraction, the pheromones' had once again taken the wheel. Underneath me I could feel he was on the same page from the rising bulge in his pants and the throbbing in his jugular.
"Let us...play a little game." Hilda suggested wickedly, swigging from her flask then leaning forward to pass me it, "The muggles call it Truth or Dare." I watched as Flint's eyes zeroed in on her backside as she was leaning across him.
I was gulping a large shot when I heard Draco respond, "See you've gone and replaced that horrible thing already Fawley. Really, it's shocking that you haven't faceplanted yet." His voice was slightly more breathy than usual, probably from being aroused. His squeezing moved lower and lower.
Hilda narrowed her eyes at him with loathing, avoiding his obvious groping of me, "Look who's talking, Malfoy, you drunk piece of shit. Besides, you did me a favor. I like this one much better. Now, listen up." She then explained the premise of the game to the group and people shrugged in agreeance, nothing better to do.
Hilda went first, picking dare. Montague dared her to flash her underwear immediately. She rolled her eyes dramatically, "Really Graham? That's weak but alright." She stood and quickly brought her dress up and then down, flashing a pair of bright red lacy knickers. The boys were all hooting as she sat back down, smiling and shaking her head. Next Warrington chose dare, and he was forced to charm his nose into a pig's snout until the game had concluded. I couldn't help but think that it was perfectly suiting.
Draco's hand was now completely flat over my ass. His lips were slightly parted and I could tell he was struggling to compose himself, refusing to make eye contact with me. I had kept intentionally shifting around to drive him wild, causing him to drink more. Hilda's voice calling my name broke my focus where I was buried deep in his neck, my lips dragging against his skin.
"Madeleine, your turn." My eyes wandered over her lips which were whispering dare.
"Dare," I obediently requested.
She smiled a menacing grin, "I dare you to..." her eyes flitted over Draco's face, "I dare you to give Draco a lap dance for us." It was suddenly silent as eyes drifted over to Draco and I. Blaise was rubbing his forehead and chuckling with amusement, his eyes locked to Draco's wide ones. I was surprised that Draco didn't blurt out a disgusted argument against the dare. He was quiet like a statue.
"What's wrong Draco? Can't handle the dare?" Warrington leered, looking ridiculous with the pig snout, "Let the girl dance. It's the rules."
"This should be good," Flint started, "I've heard that Veela's dances are irresistible." His face looked morbidly entertained as he stared at me.
"She's only part-Veela you idiot," Hilda reminded him, "She's not gonna turn into a bird or anything afterwards."
I peeled myself off of Draco who's eyes watched me move nervously, and made sure to drag my fingers across his chest as I did so. It wasn't my first time dancing on a boy, and I was going to make this legendary.
I lifted my hands into my long blond waves and stepped back from him slowly, biting my lip seductively. He looked utterly paralyzed with his mouth open and eyebrows up. I half expected him to get up and run.
My gold dress glittered iridescently in the light as I moved and spun with practiced grace. I bent forward and spread his knees apart with my hands and then slowly drifted into his lap, hovering just barely over his clothing. I brought my head back to rest on his shoulder as I ground on him.
He was gripping the sides of the chair, digging his nails into the leather. I could feel his breathing coming out harshly against my chest as I rubbed my body against his, explicitly aware that he had a perfect view of my cleavage. I turned my face into his neck and bit his ear, breathing on his skin. I could feel him throbbing against me with desperation.
Suddenly he was out of the chair, lifting me up with him and grabbing my hand. He dragged me towards the dormitory exit at break neck speed. The boys started shouting profanities and laughing hysterically. I looked over my shoulder at Hilda, who was smiling with success and holding her thumb up.
The moment the wall closed he pinned me against the corridor stones, his tongue invading my mouth thirstily. I kissed him back with equal ferocity and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down, the fire between us catching on everything around us. His fingers went straight up between my thighs without hesitation and shoved my panties aside. I gasped against his lips, feeling a throbbing starting to build there. His other hand was on the small of my back, arching me towards him greedily.
He was kissing my neck under my jaw line, "Madeleine...right now." He commanded and begged simultaneously.
I pulled his blond head back with both hands to look at me. His bright blue eyes were almost reduced to pitch black from how dilated his pupils were and he was focusing on my lips as I spoke, "I know where we can go," I whispered and pulled him behind me. We walked the short distance to the greenhouses, one floor up, ignoring the glances and whispers from staring students.
The glowing spores were clustering around the ceilings again, and the odd green hue shown on both of our faces as I walked backwards into the room biting my lip and giggling at him. He was letting me pull him by his hand, eyes locked on my body like a little boy at a candy shop window. The room was hot and wet, giving off the earthy smell of a forest.
I shoved him against a metal frame shelf covered in plants and he yelped as dirt dusted down onto his hair. I kissed him passionately; he tasted like whiskey and smoke, his lips unbelievably soft. Then I started trailing kisses down his neckline, tugging a few of the buttons loose from his dress shirt. My hands moved down his body on both sides while his remained in the air, unsure of what was apparently happening.
My hands reached his waist line and I tugged at his belt buckle with authority, ripping it off of him effectively. He was panting now, running a hand through his hair as I sucked at his at neck and worked my hands on his pants zipper, "Madeleine...I don't understand..."
I pulled back and stuck a finger against his lips, whispering, "sssshh." In a swift movement my hand was in his boxers and wrapped around his cock, stroking it expertly. I heard him groaning in a light, helpless voice and cursing, his eyes closed and his head hit the metal behind him in submission.
I started kissing down his chest where half of the buttons were open and inviting while pushing his boxers down and out of the way. I dropped swiftly to my knees, my hands still up on his jacket sides. I started licking and sucking gently at his hardness, reveling in how clean and smooth he was. I pushed him all of the way into my throat and felt his hand tangle in the long waves on the crown of my head. Not to shove my head, just to grab onto anything. His tug on my hair was sharp and slightly painful, but I ignored it and kept bobbing my head back and forth, moving my tongue in practiced rings, slightly gagging from the size of him. His cries from the movements were loud and desperate in the cavernous room, echoing around the glass slightly.
Where my hands were on his jacket I could make out a hard, square shape of parchment pressed into his left pocket. The map? I lightly traced over the object to gain a better sense of it's properties, while trying to pass it off as mindless groping.
Then his hands were under my arms dragging me upwards. He pressed a few warm kisses onto my mouth which made time suspend, before spinning me on the spot and bending me over the table across from us. I was shocked by the audacious move but it had worked; I didn't object. His hand pressed down on the base of my spine hard while he yanked my panties down to my ankles. Then, his shoe slid against mine shoving my legs farther apart and I gripped the table in anticipation of the coming penetration, my fingers webbing through the metal grating.
He was pushing my dress up onto my hips to expose my entire back side. The aggression was so different from the first two times we had hooked up I was temporarily taken aback, when suddenly he was inside me, pumping hard and mercilessly. I moaned loudly as my organism began immediately building from the ecstasy.
He was gasping and cursing more loudly than ever, running his hands over my butt cheeks and up on both sides of my thin waist, pulling me towards him to build rhythm. It hadn't been mere minutes but I couldn't fight the unbelievable build up and I cried out as I felt myself clenching and throbbing tightly against him. "Fuck," he whispered, and also lost control.
We stayed there for a few moments, him breathing so hard it sounded like he'd just ran a marathon. He eventually seemed to stop moving, and I felt him pull away. I turned around and pulled my dress back down, and slid my panties back into place. My hair was tangled from the interaction and I ran my fingers through it a few times to mildly tame it.
He was buttoning his shirt back up and I noticed his hair was spikey and messy as well. I approached him slowly and wrapped my arms around his waist. He turned his face to me and I pushed up onto my toes and pushed my lips into his, drawing him into a soft, warm embrace. I could feel the parchment in his jacket pressed against the inside of my arm.
When we pulled away he smirked and shook out his hair, "What made you want this tonight, Madeleine?" He was studying the room, all of the plants, the glass ceilings, anywhere but at my face.
"Does der 'ave to be a reason?" I asked shyly, not really sure what to say to the question. It had truthfully been two answers: one had been deliberately so that he would fall even deeper for me effectively providing me with more control, and the other had been out of genuine interest in it. Not that I was proud of the latter as Hilda had been correct in calling him an insufferable prick.
He was quiet as he toyed with the useless answer. He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at me, "Admit it, you wanted it. You planned this, somehow." His eyes roved over my face accusatorially, narrowing slightly. The navy suit made his shoulders look tight and perfectly square, his form resembled a sculpture.
I shrugged, smiling softly, "Bad 'abit?"
He huffed, "I'd hardly call sex with your fiancée a bad habit." He was being serious and I burst into a fit of giggles at the notion that he actually considered me his fiancée. The alcohol in my veins with the added euphoria of the hook up had me feeling silly and happy.
I draped my hand over his shoulder and tried to contain my giggles, "Oh yes, my betrothed. 'ow could I ever forget?"
He genuinely smiled at me as he said, "Yes precisely. Don't forget it." He pulled me closer to him by the sleeve of my dress and I found myself lost in the rare kindness and warmth in his eyes. The moment seemed to stretch on like neither of us wanted to move or change it in any way.
He finally snorted and broke eye contact, staring down at the floor, "We can't go back there until every one is asleep. They're not going to be forgiving with their vulgarities."
"Well I suppose we could make our own fun to pass de time," I coyly said as I reached for the metal frame shelf which I'd pushed him against earlier. Hilda's flask had come along on the journey by accident and I'd stashed it there before we'd been intimate.
"Is that what you want? Really?" he said, tugging at the edge of his sleeve to straighten it.
"Oui," I said in a rather goofy tone, smiling too widely, "And I want to go to de Astronomy Tower to watch de stars." I spun in a circle, looking up at the ceiling where very faintly the tiny, white dots that made up the galaxy could be seen glittering above the foggy glass.
He smirked at my silliness and then looked at his shoes, an expression of real happiness faintly glimmering in his eyes.