"Is that all you have to say?" Draco asked, trying to read Rowan's face.
She looked really impressed by his clothing style but made no further
comments. "Right then, your turn."
Rowan smiled meekly, stepped around Draco and went into the bathroom closing and locking the door.
"AH!!" Rowan thought, her heart was beating way too fast and her mind was racing. "The hottest man in the world in my living room. He's my enemy and I don't want to fight any more, all I want to do is get in his pants..."
Draco took a seat in the living room throughly confused. Rowan had nearly fainted at the sight of him, yet she said nothing. What was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes of hers? He longed to read her mind but was afraid of being trapped again and landing himself in the same situation he'd been in for the last few years. He would just have to wait it out, if she wanted something more from their relationship hopefully she would be able to come to grips with her feelings and tell him. Draco found his mind moving further away from what Rowan was thinking to trying to imagine what she was going to be wearing. However, nothing he dreamed up was close enough to what she was wearing.
His head turned to the bathroom door before she opened it, as if he was sensing that she was about to open the door. She had drawn her blonde hair back into a clip, wore a sparkly red halter neck top, skin tight black pants, and stiletto heeled boots. The pants were so flattering, Draco had to look away to keep from staring.
"So I look that bad, do I?" Rowan smirked. She knew that Draco was now feeling the same way that she had when he came out of the bathroom.
"You look fab." He sighed.
"Then we're off?" Rowan asked, cocking her head to one side in appraising manner, still trying to read the look on Draco's face.
He nodded and reached for his coat at the same time Rowan was reaching for hers. Their hands brushed and it was if an electric shock had brushed between the two of them. Completely astonished, they played it off as if it was nothing.
"Draco, pick up your feet...I hate that feeling." Rowan laughed. She slipped on her jacket and began to walk out the door, with Draco staring after her, too amazed with how her legs looked in those pants that he could barely put his thoughts together in a sequence or tell his body to follow her.
"Ah, ladies. The party has arrived," Rowan giggled, running ahead into a crowd of five girls, some of whom Draco had met in his travels around the IWO office.
Draco noted some squealing and laughing and heard the comments they made on her outfit.
"What's the occasion?" One began.
"Girls, I brought Draco," Rowan added, ill-timed with the question of the occasion. "Well, he's not the occasion..." Rowan mumbled, trying to fix that little mistake but it was too late. The girls all laughed and then all turned to stare at him, and for once, he was truly embarrassed.
"Come on ladies," Draco smiled suavely, "it's time for dancing." He strutted by the ladies and waited for them to catch up. He could hear more mumbling behind him...and the quick click of heels on the side walk.
"Do you dance?" Rowan asked quietly.
"Of course."
"Hmm. I shouldn't have doubted
that then."
"Sorry I embarrassed you in front of your friends."
"I'm sorry."
There was a dramatic pause and they glanced at one another, their eyes meeting in one perfect moment.
"I can't believe we just said sorry to each other. Quick, some body write that down." Rowan laughed.
Draco smiled. "Don't forget to introduce me to your friends okay, I might get too shitfaced to remember what there names are later, so if I have a head start it might help."
"Draco shitfaced." Rowan mumbled thoughtfully, "another moment I never thought I'd see."
"Ah, well you'll see alright."
"Okay."
The six ladies and one lone man dished out their money, received their stamp on the hand and entered the dark tunnel. Their ear drums began to thump, filling with the sound of music even before they saw the lights of the club. Draco tried to take in all the sights, noting that American clubs weren't like British clubs. There were a lot more straight people here. That was a good thing. He had a tendency to make out with strange people after he'd been drinking, far too many times he'd realized only too late that it wasn't a girl.
Draco was interrupted from his reverie as an arm was entwined with his and he was reeled around. The arm belonged to Rowan and he realized, and wasn't sure if she did, that it was the most that they had ever touched, ever. Tonight, he began to hope, would be a night of many firsts.
"Ladies, this is Draco. Draco, this is Ashley, my secretary, Natasha and Ariel from the meeting we had, Maiglin and Adria are also from the Task Force."
Rowan smiled meekly, stepped around Draco and went into the bathroom closing and locking the door.
"AH!!" Rowan thought, her heart was beating way too fast and her mind was racing. "The hottest man in the world in my living room. He's my enemy and I don't want to fight any more, all I want to do is get in his pants..."
Draco took a seat in the living room throughly confused. Rowan had nearly fainted at the sight of him, yet she said nothing. What was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes of hers? He longed to read her mind but was afraid of being trapped again and landing himself in the same situation he'd been in for the last few years. He would just have to wait it out, if she wanted something more from their relationship hopefully she would be able to come to grips with her feelings and tell him. Draco found his mind moving further away from what Rowan was thinking to trying to imagine what she was going to be wearing. However, nothing he dreamed up was close enough to what she was wearing.
His head turned to the bathroom door before she opened it, as if he was sensing that she was about to open the door. She had drawn her blonde hair back into a clip, wore a sparkly red halter neck top, skin tight black pants, and stiletto heeled boots. The pants were so flattering, Draco had to look away to keep from staring.
"So I look that bad, do I?" Rowan smirked. She knew that Draco was now feeling the same way that she had when he came out of the bathroom.
"You look fab." He sighed.
"Then we're off?" Rowan asked, cocking her head to one side in appraising manner, still trying to read the look on Draco's face.
He nodded and reached for his coat at the same time Rowan was reaching for hers. Their hands brushed and it was if an electric shock had brushed between the two of them. Completely astonished, they played it off as if it was nothing.
"Draco, pick up your feet...I hate that feeling." Rowan laughed. She slipped on her jacket and began to walk out the door, with Draco staring after her, too amazed with how her legs looked in those pants that he could barely put his thoughts together in a sequence or tell his body to follow her.
"Ah, ladies. The party has arrived," Rowan giggled, running ahead into a crowd of five girls, some of whom Draco had met in his travels around the IWO office.
Draco noted some squealing and laughing and heard the comments they made on her outfit.
"What's the occasion?" One began.
"Girls, I brought Draco," Rowan added, ill-timed with the question of the occasion. "Well, he's not the occasion..." Rowan mumbled, trying to fix that little mistake but it was too late. The girls all laughed and then all turned to stare at him, and for once, he was truly embarrassed.
"Come on ladies," Draco smiled suavely, "it's time for dancing." He strutted by the ladies and waited for them to catch up. He could hear more mumbling behind him...and the quick click of heels on the side walk.
"Do you dance?" Rowan asked quietly.
"Of course."
"Hmm. I shouldn't have doubted
that then."
"Sorry I embarrassed you in front of your friends."
"I'm sorry."
There was a dramatic pause and they glanced at one another, their eyes meeting in one perfect moment.
"I can't believe we just said sorry to each other. Quick, some body write that down." Rowan laughed.
Draco smiled. "Don't forget to introduce me to your friends okay, I might get too shitfaced to remember what there names are later, so if I have a head start it might help."
"Draco shitfaced." Rowan mumbled thoughtfully, "another moment I never thought I'd see."
"Ah, well you'll see alright."
"Okay."
The six ladies and one lone man dished out their money, received their stamp on the hand and entered the dark tunnel. Their ear drums began to thump, filling with the sound of music even before they saw the lights of the club. Draco tried to take in all the sights, noting that American clubs weren't like British clubs. There were a lot more straight people here. That was a good thing. He had a tendency to make out with strange people after he'd been drinking, far too many times he'd realized only too late that it wasn't a girl.
Draco was interrupted from his reverie as an arm was entwined with his and he was reeled around. The arm belonged to Rowan and he realized, and wasn't sure if she did, that it was the most that they had ever touched, ever. Tonight, he began to hope, would be a night of many firsts.
"Ladies, this is Draco. Draco, this is Ashley, my secretary, Natasha and Ariel from the meeting we had, Maiglin and Adria are also from the Task Force."
