Author's Note: I believe the crux is not the level of heat at the end, but how we arrive at that heat. This is a complete short story and not just rushing to the good stuff. Having said that, if quick stroke stories are what you prefer, this work might not be to your taste. The story does contain cheating, so if that's not your cup of tea, you have been warned. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it.
The harsh cold of a miserable winter's night set a perfected cosy mood about the shared household of Draco and Astoria. The battering of the heavy, freezing rain on the windows throughout the house only reminding them of the warmth and comfort inside. There was a great cheer about the pair, but that's usually the case on most Friday nights with people. A long week of work and miserable weather only let them appreciate the comfort of their house a little more. The house had been set up much differently from the way it normally was, this was because Draco was hosting a poker game among his friends, he was grateful he was hosting this week and didn't have to weather the storm outside.
After shuffling a bit of furniture, and organising a few stacks of poker chips, Draco had proudly set up the perfect round poker table in his living room. Astoria, his girlfriend of 3 years gave a small, sarcastic clap after a good 10 minutes of struggling on Draco's part, who bowed in return, furthering her sarcasm.
"I'll be here all week." Joked Draco, joining his blonde girlfriend on a nearby sofa. "You still going out tonight?" He added, nodding toward a nearby window.
"Probably not," Astoria answered. "Wasn't really in the mood for the girls tonight anyway."
"You'll have to join the game at this rate" He replied, looking through the messages on his mirror, "Theo and Blaise can't make it."
"A little rain and everyone quivers indoors, feels like they don't know what magic is," Astoria laughed, nuzzling up against her boyfriend as he continued to read his text messages. "Is anyone else coming?"
"Harry." He replied, "Harry never misses a game."
Twenty minutes of uncertainty passed. The game should have started by now but nobody had shown up yet. Draco hated waiting about, and his pacing between the kitchen and the front door only showed that. Astoria at this point had poured herself her second glass of wine and was quite content having the entire sofa to herself. This was quickly disrupted by the piercing crack of apparition just beyond the door, signalling someone's arrival just outside their door.
"Honey, I think that's your friend," Astoria called through to her boyfriend, not shifting from her place.
"About time." He muttered to himself as he went to the front door.
The sound of heavy rain filled the room as Draco opened the front door, welcoming his friend. It was still raining hard outside, and the talk between the two friends quickly turned to it. Astoria heard faint hints of idle chatter as the two boys walked through to the kitchen and got themselves a butterbeer, complaining over the lack of commitment of Theo and Blaise.
"Bit of head-to-head action it is then." Called Draco, considerably happier now that one of his friends had shown up.
The attention of the boys was equally divided as they walked into the living room. Draco walked proudly towards his grand poker table set within the middle of the room, admiring the efforts he had gone to for tonight, though partially being wasted. His friend's eyes, on the other hand, drifted toward Astoria, who had now looked up at this point. Astoria looked back, greeting the stranger. He might be famous but she had never spoken to him. He was similar but at the same time, quite the opposite of Draco in a few ways, he had short dark hair and was fairly well taken care of, but he was a little taller and stronger looking than her boyfriend. At this point, Draco had noticed them staring at each other.
"Oh Merlin, I'm sorry." He laughed, "Harry, this is my girlfriend Astoria."
"Well, you weren't joking, she's hot," Harry said, causing Astoria and her boyfriend to let out a laugh. He certainly broke the ice.
"Told you," Draco answered, sitting himself down at the table. "Now c'mon, I want to play some cards."
"If you don't want to wait to lose your money, then so be it." Harry laughed, moving to his seat opposite Draco.
"Now, now boys, play nicely," Astoria said playfully as the two continued to gloat between each other.
The cards began to fly and the room began to buzz with friendly rivalry, jokes and general comfort. Draco and Harry had been strategically absorbed by their game for the better part of an hour by this point. Astoria looked on now and again, watching curiously at the tension between some of the hands. She didn't understand the game, but she loved the excitement of it. She followed the mood of who was winning between the shouts of victory and cries of irritation with each hand. Astoria was having trouble focusing on anything, the excitement of the game beside her drew her away from reading or sorting chores.
The game pressed on, and so did the drinks. Before long Astoria was practically a barmaid clearing out the empty beer bottles between the three of them. Upon clearing the second round of drinks, she peaked across the table, trying to make sense of who was winning. Her eyes met with Harry's, who for the first time that night, to Astoria's knowledge at least, had taken his attention away from his cards and towards the girlfriend's figure, now practically bent over the table to reach a faraway bottle. The 20-year-old girlfriend blushed, quickly swiping at the bottle and standing up. She looked over to Draco, wondering if he had seen his friend blatantly eyeing up his girlfriend, but his attention was focused solely on his cards. She quickly moved out of the room towards the kitchen, turning back to see if Harry's eyes were still following her. They were.
Astoria re-entered the room and sat down on the sofa again. A little tipsy, but a little intrigued by the unwarranted attention her boyfriend's friend was giving her. She peeked up toward the table again, looking straight at Harry, who this time was now throwing a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. An odd sense of disappointment came over Astoria, which made her question why she even wanted her boyfriend's friend to be paying attention to her in the first place. More importantly, how didn't Draco notice his friend obviously staring his girlfriend of 3 years up? Was the game that intense?
"Oh, confident, are we?" Draco drawled, in response to Harry moving a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. Harry didn't respond, not wanting to give away any hints about his hand.
The boisterous tone of the table drowned out due to the rattling thoughts plaguing Astoria's mind at that point. She tried to convince herself that it was merely the drink making her this paranoid. Was it paranoia? A moment ago, she was hoping her boyfriend's friend had been looking her over again. Astoria looked back up to the table, staring in a somewhat drunken haze at her boyfriend's friend. She began pinpointing his features, which still reminded her a lot of her boyfriend. His jaw was a bit more defined, though, and he was slightly more muscled than her boyfriend, and his eyes were green instead of blue. Astoria's heart pounded a little harder at this point, his eyes.
Harry was now staring back at Astoria at this point, smiling at her as she had been looking him over. Astoria didn't want him to assume anything taboo of it, she was simply inspecting him in comparison to her boyfriend. She looked over to her boyfriend who was preoccupied sorting out his newly acquired chips from the hand before, a smug look covering his face. Astoria turned back toward Harry at this point, blushing, noticing his eyes piercing her as they followed her curve line and figure.
"Big win?" Astoria said nervously to Draco, making conversation merely to break the suspense between herself and Harry.
"Harry might as well leave now." Draco laughed, smiling at his girlfriend before noticing her flushed face. "You ok, honey?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Astoria nodded shortly, "Just a bit warm in here, I might get another drink."
"Good idea, do you mind getting me one?" Her boyfriend asked, smiling as he checked his freshly dealt cards.
"Yeah, of course," Astoria replied sweetly as she left the room, she decided not to turn to see if Harry was staring again.
As the blonde 20-year-old girlfriend entered the kitchen the surge of butterflies that had filled her stomach in the living room heightened. What the hell was the matter with her? She was more than experienced at ignoring ogling eyes from random guys while out, why was Harry setting her body on edge? She thought back to when she was so blatantly exposed over the poker table, collecting beer bottles. The thought of Harry's eyes peering down her shirt as she did so, sent a flutter of warmth to her pussy. Astoria tried to convince herself it was the effect of her drink. There's nothing wrong with guys looking now and again, she knew she drew that sort of attention. There was hardly any harm in it. She tried to bottle up the sensation flooding her for later tonight. She was getting horny and thought about how Draco was going to benefit from it later.
A cheer came from the other room, Astoria's boyfriend had obviously won another hand. At this rate, she wouldn't have to wait long until the couple were alone again. Soon enough she would be able to vent some of this 'frustration'. The thought of Harry's depleting chips spurred a naughty idea in Astoria's head. Harry had been losing a lot recently after becoming distracted, and if she was the distraction, she might be able to end the game a little sooner.
Astoria re-entered the game room with a couple of beer bottles. Both the boys looked up at her as she did this. She gave a cheeky smile to the pair of them as she did so, staring a little longer at Harry as she approached the poker table.
"You feeling better?" Draco asked his girlfriend as he smiled back at her.
"Much." She answered playfully. "This room is just making me feel hot."
Astoria positioned herself a little closer to Harry's side of the table, despite having to give the beer to her boyfriend. She waited a moment until her boyfriend was fixated on his cards. This was part of a well-crafted plan as the stunning blonde bent over the table and reached the beer bottle out in her arm, placing it next to Draco. She remained still for a moment, her ass pushing against her jeans and in perfect view of her boyfriend's friend mere feet away. Astoria felt another bolt of electricity surge towards her pussy, she had never done something this naughty, but it was for Draco's sake.
"You sure you don't want something?" The sexy girlfriend turned her head to Harry, her hands placed firmly on the table and her ass pouting out towards him.
"No..." Harry gave a delayed response. His eyes could have been burning a hole in Astoria's jeans at this point. "I'm fine."
Astoria turned her head and let out a smile as she walked back to the sofa, sitting down. No doubt Harry's eyes followed, as his attention had to be perked by Draco.
"Call or fold," Draco said light-heartily, oblivious to his girlfriend's ruse to have the two of them alone sooner rather than later.
Harry practically had to shake his gaze off, and with little consideration to his cards, grabbed a decent portion of his remaining chips and threw them into the pot.
Astoria continued to smile to herself at the success of her plan and opened her bottle of beer, before taking a swig of short-lived victory.
"No fucking way!" Draco said, half laughing after Harry had placed his cards on the table. "Trip queens? Where the fuck did you pull those from?"
"You lost?" Astoria stood up, watching as Harry raked in a large pile of chips. The disappointment in her voice only genuine due to the lust that was controlling her. She was horny, she needed Draco.
"A fluke," Draco said a little sterner, before shuffling the deck ready to deal out some more cards.
"I can take your money all night." Harry smiled back at Draco.
Astoria's mind began to move further and further away from the poker game and towards the happenings after it ended. Where would she take Draco first? Their bed? Have him fuck her over the table his friend was eyeing her up on? The thought caused her pussy to flare and before long she found herself shifting against the sofa to try and relieve some tension. She needed him, she was practically on the verge of sending Harry home at this point.
While the anticipation for a decent fucking filled Astoria's mind, the hope of it happening soon shrunk away. Before long Harry had doubled his chips twice over and the money count was now heavily stacked in his favour. Frustration was starting to show on Draco's face, spurred on greater by the smug look overcoming Harry. A large number of chips was piled toward the centre of the table, Harry had bet all his chips. Draco was running on empty before his friend spoke up.
"Running low?" Harry laughed slightly. "You might have to buy in more."
"I'm planning on winning this now," Draco answered, staring confidently at his cards.
"You're going to have to add something to your bet to back that up" Harry gave as a retort, nodding toward both their chip stacks. His was greatly larger than Draco's. He didn't seem phased by Draco's confidence.
"You're not getting my Thunderbolt." Draco gave a short laugh at this, it was apparent he found little funny at this point.
"Then bet it, you're planning on winning this now, aren't you?" Harry answered, quoting Draco.
"How about my tickets to this week's Falcons game?" Draco added. "The rest of my chips and my ticket to call?"
"I can get the ticket for free anyway." Harry laughed. "You're about 120 galleons short and it's hardly worth that."
"My annual pass to the exclusive box in the stadium?" Draco added. He was obviously desperate to stay in the hand.
Astoria looked over a little shocked. She knew the hand was getting rather big if her boyfriend was so fluently throwing his possessions into the mix. She looked over to him, his confidence seemed faded but he was still eager to call.
"I already have one, don't need another," Harry answered.
"The spare game tickets? I have seventeen."
"Nah..."
"How about a vintage bottle of Ogden's finest? You said you liked it."
"No thanks"
"I'll just pay you back later?"
"No IOU"
The pair bickered on. It seemed Harry didn't even want Draco to call on the hand. This came quickly across as vulnerability to Draco who tried even harder to get back into the game.
"Merlin, is there anything of mine you do want?" Draco asked Harry.
Harry paused for a moment. The answer was obvious to him but he didn't want to give that away to his friend. Like many times prior that night, he turned his head to Astoria who was sitting on the couch, staring at her deeply. This time, her boyfriend did notice.
"Yeah, a blowjob from Astoria for 120." Draco laughed, certain his friend was joking. A rush of anger filled his voice at the suggestion from his friend. "That's fair, isn't it?" he finished sarcastically.
The mention of this set Astoria on edge. Her mouth uncontrollably opened as her boyfriend rattled her off like another item on his list of possessions. The level of rage that filled Astoria was overcome by another jolt of excitement. Here was her boyfriend, openly talking about betting her away to his friend, the one who had been staring her up constantly all night. Betting her away like another item of his, ready to be used at his friend's discretion.
"It was a joke." Said Harry, who gave hints of the first obvious lie he said that night. "Mind you, if you were confident in your hand you wouldn't worry".
Astoria watched as Draco responded by looking at his cards. There was no way he could be considering it? There was no way he would bet his girlfriend of 3 years off as part of a bet? No matter how confident Draco had been, there was no way he could do that. Could he?
Draco looked from the table to Astoria questionably. Astoria responded by lifting her brows, showing the shock on her face to him that he could actually be contemplating it.
"Do you want me to let you think about it?" Harry questioned, now making it far more obvious he had not been joking.
"No!"
"Alright."
Astoria's mouth opened again in shock as her boyfriend was obviously considering the bet enough to want to talk it over with her. She looked over to her boyfriend of 3 years who was trying desperately to reassure her with a confident expression.
"Trust me." Draco mouthed.
The girlfriend stood up and grabbed Draco by the arm, dragging him away from the table for a second. Her grasp was quite firm but at this point, she hardly cared if it had hurt him. How could the asshole think of betting her away like this?
"What the fuck are you doing?" Astoria whispered in anger. She heard Harry laugh at her apparent anger, causing her to shuffle them a little further away.
"Tori, I know how bad this must look." Draco started.
"You have no fucking idea how bad this looks." Astoria retorted, slapping him on the shoulder quite sharply. "If you knew how bad this looked you wouldn't be betting your girlfriend away like that!"
"I haven't BET you," Draco answered, still confident in tone. "Betting implies that I'm going to lose."
"It's a game of cards, Draco." Astoria continued to flare up, looking like she was about to strike again. "You can't bet a blowjob from me off to your friends, no matter the odds."
"I have the best hand." Draco quickly whispered in answer, taking another slap from Astoria square to the chest. "I would never bet you unless I knew I was going to win."
"But what if he has a better hand?" Astoria answered. "What then? Your friend will get a blowjob from your girlfriend."
"He doesn't!" Draco whispered back quickly, trying to avoid another slap. "I have the highest possible full house, there's no better possible hand available. No matter what cards he has."
Astoria looked over to the table and noticed Harry was watching on, smiling. She still couldn't believe she was even in a situation like this, being risked away on a hand of cards. She looked back to her boyfriend who was nodding to her, a somewhat confident tone covering his face, trying with every muscle to persuade her to follow through with this.
"You can't lose?" Astoria asked.
"I have the best hand," Draco answered, smiling at her.
"But if you lose..."
"I can't."
A moment of silence filled the room as Astoria began to contemplate the bet. She didn't understand the game, but she trusted Draco. She was still absolutely taken aback that he would even agree to bet her off like this, but at the same time trusted that would mean he was confident in his cards. Astoria bit her lip and looked up to her boyfriend, giving a nod.
"Is that a yes?" Harry asked.
Astoria nodded again, clearly embarrassed to even agree with the terms of the bet.
"Just to let you know, it really was a joke Astoria." Harry started, organising the chips in the middle of the table. "But Draco here seemed adamant to play along."
Astoria rolled her eyes at the obvious lies spilling from Harry's mouth. She walked up to the table, still nervous about the outcome of the hand. She trusted in her boyfriend, but being part of the 'bet' made it considerably more nerve-racking.
The two boys eyed their cards up despite having no further control as Draco was already all-in. Harry nodded to Draco in insinuation to show his cards. Giving out a big smile, Draco laid his cards on the table.
"Four of a kind, tens," Draco said, placing a further two tens onto the table.
Astoria didn't particularly understand the game, but the air of confidence from her boyfriend and the alignment of his cards lifted a great weight of doubt from her chest. Harry raised his brows in a small level of shock, clearly not expecting Draco's hand.
"Well played," Harry said, finally breaking the silence. He discarded his hand and pushed his chips over to Draco in defeat.
Astoria gave a weak smile to Draco who was practically beaming at this point. He gave a 'told-you-so sort of look back to her in response. Astoria wandered back to the sofa behind her as the boys continued the game, with chips heavily stacked in her boyfriend's favour. Astoria was still unsure about why she even agreed to the bet in the first place. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing to do with the looks Harry had been giving her or the lustful mood she was in at the time. The overwhelming sensation of anger and the prior lust continued to pace her mind as the game played on.
To be continued…