I'd long since learned that order was the best thing for my life. I always had a plan, and a schedule, and therefore I was always prepared. I threw myself into my work for the fun of it, but also to make up for the disappointment that other facets of my life had turned out to be. Men, mostly.
I'd tried for years with Ron and others after him only to find myself disappointed and annoyed. Work rarely let me down and it was easier without the distraction of men.
Eventually, my hard work finally paid off with an invitation to the Order of Merlin's annual gala as a guest of honor.
Xxx
I portkeyed to France and found my hotel leaving myself just enough time to get ready for the event. I was delighted to find my suite was surprisingly massive, even as a guest of honor, and there was also a grand arrangement of hydrangeas, my favorite, awaiting me. Someone had done their research.
A large white box sat near the flowers, reassuring me that the simple, modest black gown I'd picked had made it, thanks to my assistant.
Everything was going according to plan and I had just enough time to shower, shave, and moisturize before my helper arrived for hair & makeup.
Once I was fully dolled up, I checked the clock, just a couple of minutes left to don my gown. Wasting no time I opened the white box, set aside the envelope I found inside, and pulled open the tissue paper.
"Wha..?!" I gasped as the woman next to me fawned over the gown.
"Comme c'est magnifique!" She exclaimed, marveling at the richly detailed floral appliqué of a gown that definitely wasn't mine.
"That's not my dress."
"It'sss beautiful!" She continued removing it from the box and unveiling its ombré silvery white flowing layers that cascaded down from the waist.
"That's not my dress!" I repeated, eyes darting from the dress to an envelope with my name on it.
"Nonsenssssse, it is exquissssite. We must hurry so you won't be late!"
Snatching up the envelope and tearing it open, I read the note inside.
A gown almost as beautiful as the woman it was made for. See you tonight .
M
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled; I had no other option and no time to spare. I simply had to pray it fit and figure out where it came from later.
Moving quickly, she fastened me into the gown and I ran toward the largest mirror. The image before me was not my own, but that of some veela-like, extravagant goddess of a woman. It fit like a glove and I was unrecognizable. This was far from the bosom covering, plain Jane gown I'd intended to wear. It was bold with its mix of floral details and sparkle and sexy with its plunging neckline and high slit. I'd challenge a dragon before I'd ever be brave enough to pick this out on my own, let alone wear it. Nonetheless, it was truly exquisite, tailored to my every curve, making me feel like a work of art. I was transfixed by my own reflection.
"Incroyable!" My helper exclaimed, clapping her palms together and bringing me back to the present.
Checking the clock again, I started adding the matching accessories.
Who would send me this? I wondered as I stepped into the gorgeous heels. My size exactly; it felt like a dream.
I gave a quick thank you to my helper and tossed back a calming draught from my beaded bag before approaching the door. As the potion began to take effect, I felt the mortification ease away and a rare comfortability with my own body settle in.
Tonight is my night. I worked hard for this. I deserve this.
Xxx
After at least an hour of networking, I was eager for a glass of champagne. Excusing myself, I visited one of the bars and found my way to a secluded corner. The dress had brought me more attention than I was ready for and I needed a moment to breathe.
Tossing back my glass and letting the bubbles consume me, I noticed the logo engraved on its side.
M
Industries
I vaguely remembered the invitation stating the event was sponsored or hosted by this company, but there was something about the letter M that gave me pause. It looked so familiar, but I couldn't place it.
Before I could figure it out a waiter came by and refilled it with more of those delicious bubbles.
I looked out over the crowded room through the lens of my upturned glass and as the last drops flowed down my throat, white blonde hair flurried in and out of view. I choked as memories shattered every bit of composure I had.
The manor. The bed. The shower. Him .
His body thrusting into mine. Bliss beyond comparison.
Draco Malfoy.
I nearly broke the flute as I tossed it down on the nearest table and grabbed the edges of my gown. I needed air, desperately. My mind swirled with the sordid, electrifying memories I'd spent years trying to suppress; I could feel the heat building in my cheeks and worse yet, between my thighs as I searched for a way out.
Spotting an exit, I headed through the nearest door. Without care, I tore through the kitchen and staff hallways, ignoring the flurry of French that followed me.
Eventually, I found myself heading down an empty hallway of unceremoniously locked doors, fighting away the erotic visions of that night with him.
Where were the fucking elevators?
Rounding a corner, I approached a final door to my right, begging for it to lead to stairs.
As the tips of my fingers touched the knob, footsteps sounded behind me. I compelled my heart to stop pounding and my most shameful, dirty memories to stop flashing before my eyes so that I could compose myself. Get it together!
"Leaving so soon?"
My breath caught and my heart stopped as I recognized that voice.
No, no, no, there's no fucking way, I thought, frozen in place as the footsteps drew closer.
"I'm glad you liked the dress." Malfoy mused from close enough behind me to make my hair stand on end.
Still holding the door handle I swirled around to face him incredulously; he'd sent this dress?
I moved fast, but he was faster, capturing my hand in his and turning the door knob.
"Allow me." He smirked as the door clicked open and I stumbled backward.
A stunned intake of breath had me reeling as his scent, deliciously hypnotic, brought me back to that night in full force. I let the sensations and the visions take over, seeping into my pores, spreading down the center of my body, and pooling between my legs.
Quickly stepping forward, he wrapped an arm around the small of my back and pulled me to him.
Then, for the first time since Malfoy Manor, my eyes met his. He was older, yes, but Merlin was he even more godlike than before.
With trembling breaths I let him guide me backward into a moonlit room, closing the door behind him. I gasped as my back met the glass of a floor-to-ceiling window and his hand slid around to rest on my hip.
The memories began to meld with my present in the most magical way, quenching a thirst I'd suppressed for so long as his eyes burned into mine.
"Malfoy," I whispered.
"Granger," he replied.
And that was all that was said before our lips collided, rediscovering and tasting each other's tongues with ravenous hunger.
I moaned wantonly into his mouth and raked my fingers into his hair as his hands found my thighs through the slit of my gown. His fingertips pressed into my flesh deliciously as he lifted me and held me firmly against the glass. I spread my legs around his waist, welcoming the hot pressure of his body against mine; he didn't disappoint, aligning our sexes and deepening his kiss.
How was this so easy, so natural, and so fucking irresistible after all this time?
The thin lace of my knickers rubbed delightfully against my clit as his hardened cock teased me through his suit and I groaned ravenously.
More. I needed more of him.
I took him in with my hands, mouth, and eyes, adoring every wonderful change the last 10 years had made. He'd filled out, no longer as thin, but more muscular and mature. He was no longer the handsome boy, but a Greek god.
I tore at his dress robes and then at his belt as he tasted all the tender spots between my ear and collarbone.
Once his cock was free he pulled aside the lace of my thong, wasting no time. I was wet and ready, but he was still the biggest cock I'd ever had.
I relished every tender stretch, flexing around him as he pressed the tip into my entrance. Spreading my hips to let him in further, electricity spread through me as he slid inside.
Yes, more, please…
"Gods you're still so fucking tight," he growled, answering my prayers as he began thrusting his way deeper inside.
His thrusts were shallow at first but quickly deepened, egged on by my breathy gasps of pleasure and the wetness of my cunt. He moved in and out, deeper and deeper until I was fully flattened against the window and his hips threatened to bruise my thighs.
The familiar pressure of an impending orgasm quickly grew as he buried himself within me.
Fuck! How was I already so close? How long had it been since I'd been fucked? How was he so…
"Yes, yes, please, yes." I pleaded into his mouth as he worked my sex, pushing in harder and picking up speed, building me up and taking me over the edge.
"Don't stop!" I exclaimed and he didn't.
Holding me up against the glass he rocked his hips in and out, forcing his cock all the way back with incredible friction. Powerless against the pleasure of his hips and the pressure building inside, I came, hard.
I filled the room with my prayers and my appreciation-filled sighs until he had milked every last contraction of my orgasm.
He slowed his pace as I came back to, trying to remember when the last time I'd felt this good or this free, only to remember when he brought my face back to his.
"I've missed you." He purred as his eyes met mine.
I felt my eyes widen with surprise at his admission before he lifted me and pushed his lips into mine. My mouth melted into his with a familiarity that made no sense but felt equatable to heaven.
He carried me down the glass-lined hallway that opened up into a penthouse corner office and placed me down next to a desk. His desk, I assumed.
My hungry eyes followed him as he discarded the rest of his clothes and he couldn't help but smirk.
"Your turn," he mused, spinning me around.
He unzipped my gown and let it fall to the floor around my feet, leaving me almost naked in the moonlight.
Reaching forward, he slid his palm up my spine motioning me forward as he reached between my shoulder blades.
"Good girl," He whispered as I leaned forward over the desk.
Bringing his hand back down my backside, he made slow work of removing my knickers; relishing the impatient wiggle of my hips as I tried to get them off faster.
Then with a clap and a pleasant sting, his hand came down across my bum, eliciting a soft gasp of air from my lungs.
I needed him inside me again, I needed him to fuck me hard again, I was ready, I'd do just about anything…
Kneeling and leaning forward, he opened my cheeks to reveal my tender folds, glistening with cum and swollen from his rough thrusts.
Firmly holding my cheeks apart and my body in place, he began tenderly massaging my folds with his tongue; tasting and taking every last drop of my release. He continued slowly, teasingly, taking his time, until I was whimpering for more.
Not ready to give up his game, he trailed his tongue up to my other entrance, one he'd thoroughly enjoyed all those years ago. My reaction was instant and despicable toes curling, back arching, followed by coos of quiet approval across the oak. It had been sooo…long. Too long.
He worked his mouth up my backside until his hips were aligned with mine and his lips hovered over my ear. For a moment he massaged his cock in between my wet folds and against my clit, before deciding his next move. With trembling breaths, I swooned as he massaged into me. Godric I was so close…so close.
With careful agility, he brought me back up and around before picking me up to sit on the desk. I reached up and around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss, and then traced my tongue across his bottom lip before sinking my teeth in.
He responded quickly, spreading my legs and pushing back inside of me completely. Shamelessly and explicitly I reacted to every thrust and touch, humming and breathing airy moans onto his tongue.
"I've missed you, too." I breathed, arching my back into him.
He responded by picking me back up and moving us over to a nearby sofa.
I settled onto his lap nicely, locking his lips as I adjusted my legs around him. I quickly began riding him, moving my hips to slide his cock deeper inside me, taking him in eagerly. Tossing my hair back I moved with frenzied need, lifting myself only to force myself down and impale myself again and again.
My breath grew heavy and ragged as I used his cock to reach my goal.
Holding onto my neck and ass, he lifted, thrusting upwards in rhythm with me, giving me every fucking iota of his cock.
"Yes! Yes…Draco, ohh, please…" I moaned into the air above us, not caring for one second who heard.
Pleasure coursed through my veins as he continued with renewed vigor, harder, faster, deeper.
"Say it again," he demanded, flipping me over onto my back, dragging my thighs up his, and entering me again seamlessly.
I gasped and moaned at the quick change in position and he sped up, working towards my release and his.
"Draco…" I breathed, hardly a whisper, as I tucked my fingers into his hair and locked eyes with his.
Fuck, I was so close now, so...
Taking my nipple into my mouth, he blessed it with his tongue as he worked his hips into me, taking me over the edge into oblivion.
"Oh, Draco," I exclaimed with louder, ragged breaths, "Draco… yes!"
Together we came massively; my walls flexed around his cock, pulling every bit of cum from his pulsing cock and claiming it as my own.
Completely and utterly sated, we layed back as we both worked to catch our breaths.
Finally, as my breathing returned to normal, I settled into his chest, completing the perfect interlocking of our bodies on the sofa. Inexplicably, I lacked any inhibition when it came to his skin on mine; it felt as natural to me as my own.
"So was this all part of your master plan? The hotel room upgrade, the flowers, the dress, sex here in…" I paused, lazily eying the moonlit room around us as he combed his fingers through my hair.
"My office?" He chuckled, "No, I just wanted the opportunity to talk with you."
"Why now? Why here?" I questioned, tilting my head back to find his eyes. "You never thought to reach out at any point in the last 10 years?"
"Of course I did," he frowned. "I suppose you could have too."
"Me?!" I sat up slightly.
His smirk returned as he formed his response.
"Yeah, you." He chided, leaning in to capture my lips.
Butterflies fluttered and landed all over my bare skin.
"I still have The Prophet delivered here, you know. And well, when I saw that you were finally single, I began to wonder if now was the right time. Then when I saw the confirmed guest list for tonight's event… in bloody France, in my fucking event space no less… I knew I'd never get a better chance."
I flushed all over as I cradled my head back down into the crook of his neck.
"Touché," I muttered before reality slowly began to seep its way in to claw away at my resolve. I could feel it filter through me and each of my muscles stiffened in response; recognizing every heinous abnormality of what was happening. I nearly jumped out of my skin as Draco, fuck, Malfoy spoke again.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
"What, leave? And go where?" I asked incredulously, this was madness, all of it.
"Anywhere, honestly."
"I'm an important guest…" I reminded him, sitting up with as much dignity as I could muster with his cum sliding out from within me.
"I'm the host and benefactor, so…"
"So? No, we can't just leave." I asserted, getting up to look for my knickers.
"Dance with me?"
"What!?" I almost barked with incredulity.
"Dance. With. Me." He chided, that trademark smirk toying at the corner of his mouth.
"I heard you the first time." I rolled my eyes as he started to redress.
Frustrated, I continued the search for my knickers but was too late.
"Give me those." I insisted as he grabbed my thong off the floor.
"Absolutely not," he answered with a smirk, tucking the delicate lace into his robes.
I glared at him as he retrieved my gown from the floor next to the desk; and for the first time, I noticed the silver detailing on his dress robes.
"There's a bathroom over there if you'd like to freshen up. Take as long as you need."
Through narrowed lids, I eyed him all the way to the bathroom until I closed the door behind me.
I had my work cut out for me.
Finally, after magically managing to remove the freshly fucked look from my hair and makeup and restore some dignity to myself, I exited the bathroom. The large office was still dark, save for the light cascading in through the window walls from the moon. He stood up from his seat behind his desk as I came into view.
"You waited for me?"
"I couldn't have you getting lost again." He smiled, stepping toward me.
I rolled my eyes and sauntered over, knowing just how perfectly the dress displayed my best features.
"Besides, you promised me a dance." He continued.
"I did no such thing!" I interjected without effect.
My words seem to land on deaf ears as he took me by the hand and swiftly led me out of the office and back to the event.
He proved his familiarity with the place, as we found our way back towards people much faster than I ever would have on my own. So fast, in fact, that neither of us managed to let go of the other's hand before we were sighted and drawn into conversation.
"Mr. Malfoy, excellent event…"
"Ms. Granger you are absolutely radiant, who designed your gown?"
I barely had a chance to look to Draco for guidance, before he was answering the question for me.
"She does, doesn't she? It's a Tori original." He answered before politely excusing us.
As we parted ways with the French Minister for Magic and his wife no less, I quickly began to realize that not only were our hands still together, but I was holding his just as much as he was holding mine.
I let him lead me into the ballroom as if in a dream. I only made matters worse as I grabbed another flute of champagne from a tray on the way. I tossed it back.
"Shall we?" He asked, motioning toward the dance floor.
Letting the bubbles soak in and the rest of the room blur around us, I focused on him and him alone. Merlin, why'd he have to be so handsome?
Our first song was a fast and upbeat tune, so I let him spin me around, dip, and twirl me across the dance floor. To my surprise, we were both laughing by the end of the song, just in time for a slow ballad to follow.
Again, I let him take the lead, pulling me in close and guiding my steps.
"This is impossible," I muttered, looking up at him and then at the room around us.
"Only if you believe it is."
Did he just quote Alice in Wonderland? Now I knew I was dreaming.
He was full of surprises tonight, including the fact that he was a really good dancer. I thought, as he slowly dipped me back before bringing me up, closer to his face than before.
"Are you sure this wasn't part of some elaborate plan?"
"If I could imagine, plan, and execute something this good…" he responds, pausing to twirl me around. "I would have done so a long time ago."
I could feel a blush blooming across my neck and chest as those pesky butterflies returned. Whatever his plan was, it was working.
The next song was slow as well and we continued our waltz, holding each other close.
"It's been ages Malfoy…" I mused. "Have you been hiding here all this time?"
"It's not a bad place to be, and I'm sure you'd understand why."
"It's changed you," I admitted.
"Not really."
"You're nothing like I remember." I mused, thinking of the cruel little boy I'd once known.
"Nothing?"
"Well…" The blush quickly returned as I remembered our night at Malfoy Manor. "…nothing like I imagined you'd be."
"I'm not sure I was ever the same after that night." He whispered into my ear as if it were a secret.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the music picked back up again and I took notice of all the other people at the gala and the flash of cameras.
Panic filled the pit of my stomach that once held bubbles and butterflies.
I stepped back from our embrace and continued back towards the tables.
Suddenly I felt extremely aware of all the eyes on me, watching me, judging me. The cameras continued to flash as I continued backward, wondering how long they'd been watching us.
What a fool I was and they could all see it. I'd displayed my naïveté for them with a dazzling array of sparkling eyes and adoration for a man who couldn't possibly feel the same way.
Could they see it, read it on my face, perceive it from the physical comfortability between our bodies? Did they all know I'd let him bend me over his desk and defile me; did they know I'd hungrily used his cock like an insatiable whore just down the hall?
My upper lip began to tingle and my vision blackened along the edges as I imagined the disappointment, the lost respect, and the mocking thoughts of the esteemed and honorable guests here tonight.
"I need some air," I managed before I turned around and headed into the crowd.
This time I found the right goddamn exit.