On Tuesday evening, the woman Draco had met on Friday was already at the bar counter when he arrived.

He had chosen his usual glamoured features: rounder-face, dark wavy hair and green eyes, his body and skin-tone remaining his own though.

She reached for her drink – the same orange concoction from the other night – and then her brown eyes met his green ones through the mirrored wall.

Draco saw her lips form a small smile and he took that as an invitation to sit beside her at the counter.

"Evening, Miss." He said as he sat on the bar stool.

"Hello."

"Will you grace me with your name tonight?"

She nodded once, "I'm Jean."

He raised an eyebrow, showing her he did not believe her. "Alright, Miss Jean. I'm Jake."

Her smile grew, obviously noticing he had chosen to omit his true name as well.

"Well, Jake," she said, "How is your week going so far?"

"Not so good." He said with a small grimace.

"No changes regarding your woman?"

"She's not my woman, Miss Jean. If she were I'd be home with her right now and not here." He looked at the barman and the man nodded, knowing already what to serve him. "No... my interactions with her have been just work and arguments as usual." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's embarrassingly pathetic... I truly need to move on."

"What do you and her argue about?" Jean asked with a cocked head.

"Nothing and everything." He answered honestly, bringing his tumbler of whisky to his lips. "I admit I am the main instigator of our heated discussions; although sometimes I'm able to behave but she finds my good-behaviour suspicious and we end up exchanging insults and even death threats anyway."

He heard Jean chuckle softly: "I find it hard to imagine you threatening to kill someone."

"Well," He raised his glass to his lips again. "You've known me for less than two hours total."

"That may be true, but you've been nothing but nice to me so far." She shrugged. "Also... whenever you mention this woman, there's this warmth in your eyes. It's quite endearing."

"Sounds sappy." He said, wrinkling his nose.

"No... it's sweet." She smiled. "I can't understand how she doesn't see you love her though. It's blatantly obvious."

Draco grimaced, as if it pained him to hear that. "I must say I'm glad she's oblivious to my patheticism." He stared at his glass of whisky for a while before taking a sip. "I've loved her for so long... knowing she'll never be mine." he lowered his voice to a near-whisper as he admitted: "When I'm her presence... my mind fills up with so many inappropriate thoughts; arguing with her is the closest I'll ever be to making her lose herself with me."

He saw Jean's expression of confusion as she asked: "So angering her is your way to at least have her eyes on you? Even if they want to murder you?"

He shrugged. "Sounds mental when you say it but... it's all I'll ever have from her. She's too good for me."

"Have you tried," she exhaled, seeming upset. "I don't know, talking to her about your feelings? Maybe asking her out?"

Draco let out an unamused laugh. "Ah, yes, I tried making my feelings known once. I did all the romantic things: flowers, chocolates, sweet words in pretty cards."

"And how did it go?" she asked, her grimace showing she already knew his answer.

"Bad." He sighed. "She completely ignored them all. Never replied, neither in person nor by letter."

"What? That's rude!" She shook her head. "Have you confronted her about it?"

"No." Draco replied with a scoff, staring at his half-empty glass with a sad smile, "Buy it's better this way, Miss Jean. Like I told you already: she's too good for me." He shrugged, trying to convey nonchalance. "She deserves a nice man to take care of her and-"

She scowled, "What if she doesn't want to be taken care of? What if she wants a man that challenges her? That sees her as an equal."

"She might." Draco conceded, thinking of Her strong personality. "But I think she wants a man to take her, rob her of her control." He closed his eyes momentarily. "To pleasure her... keeping her on edge for hours. A man that worships her body and allows her to just let go." He sipped his refilled whisky. "At least that's what I hope she'd want. For I'd love to do all those things to her."

The brown eyes of his companion were filled with lust when she replied in a quiet voice: "She's a stupidly lucky woman. How can she not want you? Considering all you've told me so far, you seem to challenge her intellectually and want to sexually worship her." She let out a sigh. "What a dream."

"Is that what you're looking for?" Draco asked with a tilted head. "A man to challenge and pleasure you?"

Jean nodded. "Yes. A man that respects my opinion, sees me as his equal, but behind closed doors looks at me like I'm everything to him." She blushed as she admitted, clearly uncomfortable to be voicing that. "Do you find me selfish?"

"Not at all, Miss Jean!" He chuckled. "It's refreshing to meet a woman that knows what she wants. Sexy even." He winked at her playfully. "And is the prat that drives you to drink at a bar with a stranger a man that challenges you?"

"Oh, yes." She sighed with a hint of a sweet smile. "It's his most annoying trait."

Draco cocked his head to the side, "I thought that's what you wanted?"

"It is. And I love him for it." She blushed. "But sometimes, in the middle of an argument, he makes a strong point and I just-" she growled low. "I just want to slap his stupidly perfect face and then have him force me to sit on his lap, warming his cock for an hour." She finished with a breathless whisper, sucking on the straw of her drink.

Draco gaped and looked at her with his head still tilted to the side, "Wow. Hadn't pegged you for that kind of lady though. But I like it." He winked at her again.

She blushed, staring at her drink. "The feminist in me is ashamed of those desires."

"You can fight for equal rights during the day and allow a man to pleasure you at night, Miss Jean. A decent man will always respect you in and out of bed."

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and Draco froze, hypnotized by that sight. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning towards her. "She does that too."

"What?" she asked.

"Abuse her lip when she is thinking." His eyes were fixed on her mouth. "Miss Jean?" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded, "Yes."

And he closed the gap between them, touching his nose to hers before titling his head to the right and capturing her lips with his.

He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she parted her lips, meeting his tongue with hers, inviting him in.

She tasted sweet, something fruity from her drink; and her tongue curled around his slowly but not shyly – that right there was a woman who knew what she liked and he wanted to know all of her desires.

Draco touched a hand to the back of her head, treading his fingers through her soft hair, trying to silently tell her he wished to deepen that kiss. Then he felt one of her hands fist on his shirt and took that as a sign to continue.

Yes. Fuck yes! He internally celebrated.

If she had told him to stop he'd be disheartened; kissing her was incredibly more pleasurable than he had anticipated.

She pressed her lips against his and moved her tongue alongside his with sensual eagerness and enough aggressiveness to make him want to wrestle her tongue into submission – something she seemed to gladly allow.

After long heavenly minutes, Draco pulled his lips away from hers, murmuring a request: "Would you bite your lip again? Please." He still caressed her nose with his. "I want to suck it out from between your teeth."

He felt her inhale softly in surprise but next she was doing as he had asked: biting on her bottom lip and looking at him expectantly.

Draco closed his eyes, imagining it was Her mouth, Her bottom lip he was coaxing out with his lips from between Her teeth.

Fucking perfection. He told himself, moaning softly in pleasure.

"I could keep snogging you for hours, Miss Jean." He let her know.

"And I might let you, Jake." She replied breathlessly, her other hand – the one that wasn't fisted on his shirt – snaked up his chest, tugging on the glamoured strands of his hair; the feeling of her nails raking his scalp as they kissed hungrily nearly turned him mad with desire.

But she not once gave him any sign she'd like to turn their heavy snogging session into something more, and Draco fully respected that, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his.

But after about an hour of sensual hungry kisses, shared laughter and the roaming of hands, Jean gave him one last kiss and bid him goodnight before leaving the bar.