Dangerous Liaisons

Summary: He was engaged. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but oddly enough, both of them were left craving one more night. Will it be enough or will there be a series of broken hearts?

Female Harry/Draco Malfoy; Astoria Greengrass/ Draco Malfoy. One-shot.

AN: I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly, it belongs to JK Rowling. I would like to apologize for any mistakes in advance as I do not have a beta. Please do not copy the story to any website.

WARNING: This is porn. Cheating implied.

"Fuck!"

He groaned, making her hum around his length. She sucked him slowly, knowing exactly how to make him lose control. Her teeth grazed the silken skin of his cock on its way back, eliciting another moan from him. She smiled around his girth, never stopping her steady pace. She could feel his body quiver and knew he was close. He fisted his hands in her auburn hair and bucked into her mouth, ramming his cock at the back of her throat. Despite his tight grip, she pulled back and licked his slit, sucking the pearly liquid in her mouth. Then she licked up and down his cock as if sucking a popsicle.

Her knees protested painfully against the hard ground, but she tightened her grip on his hips and swirled her tongue around before increasing her pace. Cupping his balls in the palm of her hand, she massaged them gently while taking him deeper, casting a silent charm to increase her gag reflex. His length was quite impressive and she couldn't wait to feel all of it inside her later.

"Potter!"

He cried out as hot, thick bursts of cum exploded in the back of her throat. Iris swallowed down his release diligently, not daring to stop her movements until she had tasted every last drop of him. Heat flared in her belly and she felt her pussy throbbing in response. His hips jerked as his release came to an end and his body sagged heavily against the wall as he panted harshly. Finally, she released him from her mouth with a pop, staring up at him with eyes filled with desire.

Glazed eyes stared down at her and he gasped out, "That was fucking unbelievable."

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wincing at the soreness she felt in her knees. Malfoy offered her a hand and she took it gratefully.

"Thanks." She mumbled croakily, straitening the creases in her gown.

Heated grey eyes met green and he asked huskily, "Want to get out of here?"

"Yes." She breathed, taking a step closer.

Malfoy's hands settled on her hips as he pulled her to him before apparating.

She had been forced to attend the stupid Ministry gala. Stupid Ron had gotten sick and Hermione had to stay home to take care of him. Iris looked around glumly, already bored to death. Deciding to have a drink and hide from all the enthusiastic people, she found herself at the far end of the bar, next to one Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy." She greeted.

"Potter." He raised his glass in turn before turning back to his drink.

When the bartender asked, she supplied easily, "Whatever he's having."

When he arched a brow, she shrugged before mumbling, "Congratulations."

His brows furrowed and molten grey eyes widened with confusion, so she said, "On your engagement? It was in the Prophet."

"Ah. Yes." He mumbled as if suddenly realising he was getting married and nodded his thanks.

She couldn't help but notice that his blonde hair was longer now, reaching down to his collarbone. Now that they weren't slicked back, she could easily praise the man's good looks. His eyes were still cold-grey, but his features had turned rather sharp and pointed with time. His robes fitted his body perfectly and she did everything to remind herself that he was engaged to be married.

She ordered him a drink and then he ordered one for her. No words were exchanged as they clinked their shot glasses together and chugged the amber contents down. He offered her a smirk, not the sneer she remembered from their time at Hogwarts, but a lopsided smirk that made him look years younger.

A few drinks later, Iris found herself in the alleyway outside the Ministry building with the remnant taste of his salty-sweet cum still lingering on her tongue.

He apparated her to a muggle flat, a beautifully decorated flat which screamed aristocracy. But before she could look more, Iris was distracted when her gown was ripped from her body, making her gasp at the sudden cold.

"Never knew you'd turn out to be so…" He mumbled, grey eyes devoured her form through her black lacy bra and panties.

"…so… what?" she asked eyes flittering to his pink lips as he licked them.

Iris wasn't just going to stand here naked while he remain fully clothed, so she made quick work of his robes, letting them fall on the floor. She unbuttoned his white shirt, tugging it from his pants before pushing them down along with his boxers as well.

"So fucking sexy." He finished his sentence before dipping a finger under the material of her bra and pulled it down, releasing one of her breasts. He lowered his mouth to her pink, hardened nipple, taking it into his hot mouth. His teeth nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh and tugged, making her head tip back as a moan escaped her lax lips.

He reached around her body with his other hand and released the clasp of her bra, pulling it down her arms before throwing it somewhere behind him. Lastly, she shimmied out of her panty and stood before him gloriously naked.

Malfoy pulled her into him swiftly, gripping her hips and lifting her. Instinctively, Iris locked her feet tightly around his hips and pushed him deeper where she wanted him with her stilettoed feet.

He was hard again and she felt him pushing the head of his thick cock into her pussy as he pushed her against the wall. Her folds parted deliciously to accommodate him – but he stopped, refusing to fill her like she needed him to. One of his hands was gripping his length, while the other was supporting her weight against him, guiding the tip slowly up and down her folds, before dipping the tip back into her.

She groaned and bucked against him, needing more, but he stopped altogether.

"Now, Potter." His molten eyes held hers as he shook his head and reprimanded, "I know you've trouble following orders, but I'm the one in control here. I decide how to fuck you or how fast or slow. So, be a good girl and hold still."

Iris shuddered at his words, turned on beyond words by his dominating nature and stopped squirming for once.

Once satisfied, Malfoy teased her one last time before thrusting inside her in a swift move. She gasped as his cock stretched her deliciously, propelling her up the wall in the process. Her mouth dropped open at the way he filled her perfectly and her head thumped back against the wall rather painfully. He waited for a moment before setting a torturously slow pace. She could feel each of her inner muscles strain as he filled her with his thick length again and again, but not enough to make her fall.

In.

Out.

Too Slow.

Torturous.

Bliss.

In.

Out.

She wasn't sure how long she could keep up as he kept his pace deliberately slow, sheathing himself to the hilt inside of her each time before pulling out just as slowly. Her body buckled and trembled beneath his skilful body as he drew cries of pleasure from her lax lips.

She shook her head from side to side and cried out, "Malfoy!"

His lips ghosted over her ruby lips. Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed against each other. His hands gripped her hips exquisitely tight, probably bruising her skin – as if he wanted to leave his mark behind – but her depraved body suddenly detonated with ecstasy, clenching ruthlessly around Malfoy as he kept up his pace.

Suddenly, he murmured, "Say my name."

"Huh?" she gasped incoherently.

"My name. Say it." He demanded with another slow thrust of his hips.

Her eyes snapped open, only to find him staring right at her with a softness in his eyes she hadn't expected from him. Her hands which had found purchase on his shoulders moved to cup one of his cheeks and she whispered against his lips, "Draco."

"Yes."

"Please, Draco." She breathed his name again.

He loved the sound from her lips and couldn't stop himself from demanding more. "Tell me what you need."

"Let me come." She nearly begged.

"Don't worry, Potter." He groaned as unspeakable pleasure held him at the way she was pleading needily before drawling, "We won't be stopping until you've come at least twice before I let you leave."

Her eyes rolled at the back of her head as her body gave in under the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to tear her apart.

"I'm going to coat the inside your body with my cum until you're filled to the brim." He hissed, pulling her tightly to his chest and finally, increasing the pace to brutal thrusts.

"Oh, Merlin." She whimpered as his words shot right to her dripping core, making her body clench deliciously with need, while his body worked her slowly up toward another orgasm.

He bit the shell of her ear, ramming his cock inside her with an animalistic sort of urgency and spoke again, "I want you to be so fucking sore tomorrow morning that you can barely sit."

Her mouth fell open as he slammed into her ruthlessly and whispered, "Every time that you move, I want you to think of how I filled your body before tearing it to shreds."

With those words, Iris cried out loudly as she tipped over the edge. She fell into bliss, convulsing violently around his thick, throbbing cock, milking him until he couldn't hold anymore. He cursed in French as he came inside her with a few sharp thrusts of his hips. He melted into her, his body relaxing against hers as his hot breath fanned over the skin of her neck. He couldn't hold her weight anymore and pulled out of her before sliding down the wall until they were resting on top of each other, their limbs tangled together.

Silent minutes ticked by as the two of them panted from exertion, holding onto each other as they came down from their high… until the silence was broken by a loud growl from Malfoy's stomach.

He pulled away from her, looking thoroughly embarrassed, but she just laughed it off and stated, "You're hungry."

"If you remember correctly, we didn't exactly wait for dinner." He sniped back.

Ignoring the comment, she looked into his eyes and asked, "I can whip something up if you want?"

He looked startled at her offer, but said, "Another thing you're good at… well done, Potter."

Iris rolled her eyes, but managed to work her legs and stood up with the support of the wall. He looked smug, so she decided to ignore him and motioned between the combined bodily fluids coating her inner thighs and mumbled, "Let me just get cleaned up."

He nodded and said, "Bathroom is just down the hall."

Iris scooped his white button-up shirt from the floor and shrugged it on. "You don't mind, do you?"

His eyes ran up and down her body and he started, "Well…"

"Don't answer that." She cut him off, already knowing where he was going and walked toward the bathroom.

Once she was done, feeling a bit refreshed now that the fluids weren't sticking to her body, she walked into the kitchen and her mouth fell open. It was filled with all the latest muggle appliances. . 'Draco Malfoy used muggle appliances in his kitchen? Never thought she'd see the day.' She thought.

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Iris looked into the fridge and found bacon. Deciding it was the easiest choice, she fished out a couple of other ingredients before pulling a pan from the bottom cupboards. Feeling eyes on her, she whirled around, nearly dropping the packet of bacon she'd been holding in her haste, to see Malfoy leaning against the kitchen door. His eyes were dark, filled with lust as he stared openly and she blushed despite herself.

Feeling flustered, she busied herself and asked, "Would Bacon sandwich be alright?"

"Yes." He whispered huskily, his eyes still trailing over her body.

"Okay." She mumbled awkwardly. "Breakfast for dinner it is, then."

He didn't speak, instead inched his way towards the small dining table by the window and perched himself on one of the chairs. Her gaze met his scorching one and she looked away, hastily slicing the tomatoes and putting together the sandwich Teddy absolutely loved. It didn't take long and she set two plates on the table and took a seat opposite him.

Malfoy took a bite and moaned appreciatively. After swallowing it down, he announced, "Mmm… this is good."

"Uh… It's not much, but I'm glad you like it." She shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Once they were done, Malfoy flicked his wand and the plates floated to the skin, but her attention was dragged back to him when he nodded at her curtly and said, "Thank you."

She'd known him all their lives. Hated him for more than half of it, so why was she intimidated all of a sudden? She had sex numerous times before, albeit nothing came close to what she'd felt with him earlier, but she shouldn't be intimidated.

Their eyes met and she felt heat pooling in her belly as he stood up and held out his hand for her. Iris took it without difficulty and followed him to the bedroom.

His eyes were bright as he gently lowered her onto the bed and crawled closer, stalking her like a feral predator making her feel like prey. Nudging her legs apart with one of his knees, he lowered his head to kiss her belly button. Iris gasped at the sensation as his lips moved higher and glanced at her breasts. She hadn't even realised he'd cast a spell to devise them of their clothing, but suddenly she could feel the heat of his skin against her and she moaned. He kept staring as he licked his lips before lowering his head and one of her nipples in her mouth. His hand found the other and he pinched it cruelly, making her cry at the sudden spark that shot through her body.

"Malfoy!" She gasped, arching into his mouth, fingers curling tight into his hair as she pressed his head closer.

He bit down hard, causing her to cry out as he mumbled against her breast, "I told you to say my name."

"Draco…" she sighed his name.

As a reward, his tongue laved her areola soothing the hurt he'd caused. She pressed into him and gasped, "More."

Feeling satisfied, he sucked her nipple, while continuing pinching the other once between his fingers. Iris thrust her hips up, locking both her legs around his hips in search of friction. He pulled his head away with a pop and mocked with a smirk, "Rather desperate, aren't you, Potter?"

Even as he spoke, his fingers moved down as she uttered, "Iris."

He blinked, feeling confused and asked, "What?"

"Call me by my name. Iris." She repeated his previous sentence cheekily, but he could see that she was completely serious.

Draco nodded, running a finger up and down her pussy lips, groaning at the wetness that was already there. His long finger stroked the insides of her walls, turning her body into a limp pile of rubbery bones and melting skin. He added a second finger, stretching her depraved flesh and eliciting strangled moans from her, with each pump and curl of his fingers, her body reeling and writhing under his expert ministrations.

Then a thumb rubbed her clit and she mewled, "God!"

Iris felt on edge and just as she was about to crash, he stopped his ministrations, making her cry out with disdain.

"No, no, no. You'll only come with my cock inside your sweet pussy, Iris." He purred out her name deliberately.

And then his lips were on hers as he plunged into her mouth and ohh… she opened up for him instantly as their tongues fought each other. Losing herself in one of the best kisses she had experienced, Iris's fingers curled into his hair as they fought for dominance. Her leg curled around his thigh and felt his cock right against her lower lips.

He pulled back to breathe, staring into her eyes in a way that made her shiver. She noticed his hair falling into his eyes and without much thought, moved them behind his ear in a tender move. They were still staring at each other as she moved her hand to reach between their bodies and found his cock. She gave it a few experimental strokes before placing it where she wanted him the most and he slipped inside her easily. They both moaned at the sensation and he gave a few experimental thrusts before shaking his head. He pulled out entirely and sat on his knees between her parted legs.

Her eyes snapped open at the sudden emptiness, but before she could come to any conclusion, he took hold of her thighs. He folded her in half until her knees were by her head and brushed his member lightly against her swollen clit, coating his cock with her fluids. He continued this torture for a time before quite suddenly slamming into her full hilt. She would later be embarrassed at the way she screamed as her hands dug into his shoulders for purchase, but for now, she was lost in pleasure and pain. Iris didn't think it was possible, but he was so deep inside her that she felt him in her lower belly.

Draco continued the onslaught of his thrusts, intent on giving her a night she would never forget. He wanted Iris Potter to remember him and his cock every time she touched someone else or anyone else touched her. For some unfathomable reason, the thought of her sharing herself with anyone else angered him and he increased his pace until his balls were slapping against her arse. He hammered inside her relentlessly, grunting because of exertion, but Iris's screams and moans of pleasure spurred him on.

The only sound echoing throughout the room were her moans along with the slap of their skins together. A drop of sweat dripped down his nose, falling between her breasts.

She bucked her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, grinding against him for friction. Draco took notice of the way her breath hitched as over and over as he hit that spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back in what could only be bliss. He felt her inner muscles contracting around his cock and knew she was close.

He didn't know why, but it was suddenly important that she looked at him. He wanted her green eyes to be fixed on him as he hissed urgently, "Iris, look at me."

There must've been something in his tone because her eyes opened and met his.

"Draco." She whispered his name breathlessly just as her muscles clenched around him and she came, wailing as pleasure surged through her.

The knowledge that it was his cock inside her was too much. Draco's mouth dropped open as he thrust into her one last time before he came, closing his eyes and muffling his loud, gasping her name into the skin of her neck. He bit down onto her shoulder, hips spasming violently as he emptied himself inside her.

He dropped her legs before collapsing on top of her, completely exhausted. Their bodies were joined tightly together, slick with sweat and their combined fluids. Neither of them moved, both of them panting heavily and struggling to catch their breaths until Iris squirmed underneath him and complained, "You're heavy."

"Please don't make me move right now." He nearly slurred against her collarbone where his lips were smushed.

Iris bit her lip because even though he was heavy, she felt relaxed for the first time after having sex. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to bury her face in his chest and sleep for an eternity… but she knew it wasn't possible. It was what it was – a one-time thing. He was engaged to Astoria Greengrass and would be married in a few months. There was no place for a half-blood like her in his perfect life.

Draco must've sensed the change in her because, in the next moment, he pulled out before rolling himself onto his back. He fell back against the pillows, staring blearily up at the ceiling and uttered, "Bloody hell, Potter! We've known each other for nearly 15 years now. Why didn't we do it sooner?"

Iris turned to look at him and couldn't help but smirk at his dazed expression and stated, "Honestly, Malfoy? It took you 15 years to get your head out of your pompous arse."

Draco snorted.

Iris woke with an extreme need to pee. She cracked open her eyes, frowning momentarily at the unfamiliar surroundings until it dawned on her that she was in Malfoy's bed. The sun was up and she was sure it was after 8 in the morning.

'Merlin!' Her eyes widened and she turned her head to see that he was still sleeping.

His cheeks were pale, pouty pink lips parted open and his chest rose and fell every time he breathed deeply. His hair had fallen to cover his eyes and she had the sudden urge to run her fingers through them. She remembered how soft his hair was, softer than her own as she had them clenched into her fists last night and she let out a sigh.

With one last look in his direction and knowing this was the right thing to do, she inched out of his bedroom. Her gown was in tatters on the floor, just beside her haphazardly thrown stilettos. She cast a quick reparo on the dress, pulling it on hastily and apprated back to her flat silently.

Iris slumped on the couch as soon as she landed in her room, wondering belatedly why Malfoy seemed indifferent when she'd mentioned his wedding. He visibly was enjoying the days left until he got married. He had grown to become a dangerously handsome man with marvellous skills in bed. He was rich and Iris was sure that he must've slept with numerous women in his muggle apartment. He had been reputed even in Hogwarts. Everyone knew Pansy was mental about him and they were seen snogging in the third year by quite a lot of people. There had been the blonde from Beauxbatons in 4th year and at least three others including Romilda Wayne in 8th year.

She wasn't a fool and decided to just put the one-night stand with Draco Malfoy behind her, once and for all.

Draco Malfoy sipped his orange juice, lost deep in thoughts.

It had been a month, but he didn't think he could forget that night with Iris Potter. Draco wasn't ashamed to admit that he admired her… until she had declined his friendship because of the bloody Weasel. He'd hated her for it. Then she'd returned in their 4th year with all those curves that made his pants tight every single time he looked at her, he had hated her even more for making him want her. Her auburn hair, green eyes that glared at him with nothing but hatred and her features – so when he'd seen that she was interested in him at the night of the gala, the need to be with Iris had been too much and he'd latched onto her like a starved man.

His life had been completely devoid of any happiness since the end of the war. Potter had saved him and his mother from going to Azkaban and she'd even saved his father from getting the Dementor's kiss. Now, he was locked in the Malfoy Manor for the rest of his life with his wand snapped, but at least he was alive. It made his mother happy and Draco didn't fault her for that.

The Malfoy name had taken its toll, so after graduating, he had thrown himself to build his family name again. In 7 years, he had built several businesses and donated millions to numerous charities – because one thing he had was excessive money – money which could easily be used to buy people… and he'd done just that.

So, when Astoria's father, Gareth Greengrass proposed a marriage between them, he had readily agreed – because what more could he need? A pureblood wife, who would bore him a son, his heir to continue the Malfoy line. He wasn't in love with Astoria. It was a profitable arrangement. She would get a comfortable life with a rich husband and he would get a pureblood child – just as his father wanted.

Astoria was a subdued woman, who was taught to never talk back, to always listen to her husband and do as was asked – whether it be in bed or just in general. It also helped that Astoria was half in love with him. She had been overly excited to lose her virginity to him and had pleaded with him to take her to bed as soon as they were engaged. She had been meek in bed, inexperienced, but her submissive attitude stroked his dominating ego just right. It had been perfect, just as a pureblood wife should be.

He'd never believed that Iris Potter would be willing to spend a second with someone like him, much less have mind-numbingly good sex. She'd teased him at the bar, licking the salt off of her hand tauntingly before moving her hand to rub inside of his thigh. Yes, she had been drunk by the time, but he had wanted her for such a long time that he couldn't bring himself to let such an opportunity go. Iris Potter had wanted him at that moment and he wasn't going to say no. Not when he knew he wouldn't get another chance like it again.

He'd thrown caution into the wind and for once, did what he wanted to do.

And Salazar!

She had been responsive. She had demanded without hesitation, giving him control to an extent, but challenging him all the while.

When he woke up alone the next morning, he felt oddly disappointed. He knew it was a one-time thing, but he found himself craving more. On one hand, he knew he was going to marry Astoria and should let it go, but after tasting Potter, he found that he needed more and was upset that she left without a word.

On the other hand, it was a good thing she had left because he felt confused, angry and relieved all at once – making him doubt everything that he thought he was so sure of.

EN: So, what do you think? I've marked it finished for now, but if someone is interested in reading part 2, do let me know and I'll be happy to post its continuation. Until then, hope you enjoy this random plot. 😊

Now, I'm off to work on one of my pending stories. :P