The bar was blessedly empty that Friday night; the barman seemed surprised to see him there for a second time that week, but after the disastrous lunch where he had bickered with Her like they were second years in the Great Hall, Draco needed a drink, and staying at his flat wasn't an option – not with Theo and Potter glaring at him between intense snogging sessions on the sofa.

Yes, Draco was aware he had fucked up – royally. Guilt was eating him inside after hearing Potter say all the things the Weasel used to tell Her; learning her struggles to maintain a healthy weight made his banter sound arseholy.

Draco knew he had acted like an idiot and didn't need the reminder.

She would most likely never forgive him for saying those words.

Little do you know, Granger, I only mention the size of your hips and the buttons of your blouse because I'm absolutely hypnotized by your curves.

Would she be flattered or horrified if she knew the truth?

He sat at the counter, raising his usual glass of whisky to his lips and taking a large gulp, letting the burn of alcohol hurt him; according to muggles one pain could dull another; wasn't there a saying?

There should be.

Draco was so absorbed in his own pain that he didn't notice someone sitting beside him.

"Hey, Jake."

Jake? Draco wondered. Who's-?

Then he looked up, seeing his most recent (and only) muggle friend and snog partner.

Yes. Here I'm Jake.

"Hello, Miss Jean." He replied with a small nod.

She ordered her usual drink and let out an audible sigh.

"Bad day too?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. Today is one of those days all I wanted was to have someone to hold me and whisper in my ear that I'm enough. Cause I feel anything but."

"I get it." Draco replied, staring at the mirrored wall but not really seeing their reflections. "Just someone that looks at you the moment you enter home and immediately knows you need a hug, some chocolate and a cup of your favourite tea."

She hummed affirmatively and sucked on the straw of her drink.

"I'm thinking of quitting my job." She whispered.

"Because of him?" he was surprised.

"Yes. And no. I have a very demanding job and it is interfering with my personal goals. Seeing him there every day doesn't help either."

"I get it. Maybe I'll end up doing that as well."

Jean smiled at him: "It's both strange and reassuring that I can speak to you about this."

"I share the same feeling."

Unexpectedly, a slow song began to play and they both turned to the left, seeing a man playing guitar on a small stage in the corner.

"Would you like to dance?" Draco asked her.

"Sure. Why not?"

"Don't let me see your excitement, Miss Jean." He chuckled, revelling in the oddity of her unenthusiastic reply; women usually fell into fits of giggles when Draco Malfoy asked them for a dance.

But he wasn't Draco Malfoy there – he was Jake, and Jake was just a heartbroken nobody.

Draco liked being Jake.

Jean stood up beside him and he held her hand, taking her to the small dance space in front of the stage.

He held her close and sighed as they swayed unpresumptuously to a muggle ballad he didn't recognize.

"You seem more upset than usual today." He whispered. "Want to tell me what happened?"

She sighed. "Nothing unusual but... he was terribly mean today."

Draco nodded, not pushing for details. He pulled her closer instead, lowering his hands to her waist, holding her against him.

"Is this ok?" he asked.

"Yes." She breathed, lowering her head to his chest. "You're a good hugger, Jake."

He smiled at how comfortable that felt, her soft body in his arms, the top of her head right under his chin.

Just like She would fit. He thought before he could stop himself.

One song ended and another one began.

"Would you like to continue dancing?" he asked softly.

"Yes." Jean replied. "I like how you're holding me, Jake. This is the highlight of my day." She blushed and looked up at him when she realized she had voice her thoughts. "I'm sorry, we can stop if you want to."

Draco shook his head. "No. I wholeheartedly agree. This is the highlight of my day too."

They shared a smile and she settled her head under his chin again; he held her closely, feeling her hands slip from his shoulders down his chest.

"Who knew" he said with a smile. "that all I needed after an awful day was to dance with a beautiful stranger."

She chuckled. "I'm glad I met you, Jake. You make me feel... seen."

"Oh, I definitely see you, Miss Jean."

"And do you like what you see?" her voice suddenly carried a hint of something he needed to check if he had understood correctly, so he looked at her face, meeting her beautiful brown eyes in the dim light of the dancefloor.

"What's there not to like?" his voice but a whisper. "You're an interesting woman, Jean. Gorgeous. A great kisser." He touched his nose to hers, before kissing the corner of her mouth, making a trail of kisses down her jaw and neck slowly. "I really like your perfume. And talking to you is so easy, and fun."

She sighed. "I like talking to you too. But you don't have to be nice to me."

He frowned and looked into her eyes again, seeing a flash of pain as she added: "I know I'm... too curvy."

"Don't say that." Draco immediately replied, a little more forcefully than he intended, but he couldn't let her believe that. "This," he said as he ran his hands up and down the curve of her waist, letting out a soft hiss. "This is so fucking sexy. Don't ever let anyone make you believe otherwise." He recalled his own words from earlier and how much he regretted saying what he had said to Her about her curves.

Jean cocked her head to the right, "Is she curvy? The woman you're in love with."

"Yes, she is and... fuck. I've never touched a woman like her. Like you." He held her tightly against him, loving the softness of her curves against the hardness of his body. "This is glorious."

She smiled coyly, biting her bottom lip.

He looked at her mouth and controlled the urge to suck on her lip as he continued: "My whole life I've been surrounded by slender women with as much sex appeal as a plastic mannequin. And then I met Her-" he tightened his grip on Jean's sides. "All I think about at night is holding onto her hips and-" he let out another hiss and loosened his grip. "Sorry. I'm sounding like a pervert."

"No." she chuckled, her eyes on his, "It's ok."

"You're not offended?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head. "I'm weirdly flattered, actually. But don't tell the feminist movement that I'm enjoying being objectified by a stranger. They will have my membership revoked."

He laughed. "I won't, don't worry." He continued his slow touches on her waist and hips. "And what does he look like? This awful man who insults you?"

"He's tall, like you. Strong. Handsome – too handsome." She caressed his chest. "But that's all you have in common, for his eyes are as cold as ice, carrying none of the warmth of yours; and I firmly believe his lips don't know how to utter a compliment without a sneer, and his tongue knows nothing but harsh insults." She let out a long sigh. "I wish he'd talk about me like you do your woman. She's so lucky."

"She wouldn't agree with you." Draco replied, his heart clenching at the heaviness of that truth. "She hates me."

He felt her hands going up his chest, wrapping loosely around his neck, her fingers playing with the dark hairs on the nape os his neck as she slowly pulled his face downwards.

"She's a fool." She whispered over his lips.

"So is he." He replied just as softly.

And the moment Jean's eyes fluttered shut, Draco took that as an invitation and touched his lips to hers, seeking her tongue with his, meeting hers and caressing it slow and sensually.

The amazing feelings he had felt the other day they'd snogged came back, filling up his body with desire and an inexplicable sense of belonging he had only ever felt with this stranger.

"I live nearby." She whispered when their lips unlocked. "Would you like to-?"

"Yes."

They walked to her building in comfortable silence; Draco kept his eyes on her, finding himself smiling as she shot coy smiles his way.

When they entered her building and the doors of the lift closed behind them, she pulled him towards herself, her back hitting the mirrored wall as they kissed, his hands running down her curves as he unashamedly pressed his hard-on against her.

They entered her flat and he barely registered how quintessentially muggle it was.

Appliances on the kitchen counter, a tv on the wall, dishes in the sink that didn't wash themselves.

But Jean was pushing him against the wall of the corridor and Draco forgot about the muggleness of her flat, closing his eyes and focusing on running his hands down her body, imagining that was how it would feel like to hold onto Her curves.

He nipped the curve of her neck and she moaned softly, welcoming his rougher touch.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Jean." He breathed when he pulled her dress off of her.

She blushed, "I could work on losing some of this." He saw her touch her lower belly.

"No. This is how a woman body is supposed to be. All soft curves..." he filled his hands with her arse. "Perfect for a man to hold onto and fuck hard."

She seemed to like his crude words for suddenly she was in a bigger hurry to get him out of his clothes.

As she removed his shirt and tugged his undershirt off, Draco was glad he had glamoured his sectumsempra scars and his faded dark mark as well as his face.

"Fucking look at you!" she gasped, running her nails down his hard pecs. "So stupidly perfect!"

He chuckled but soon was moaning as she licked, bit and scratched down his chest.

"Bedroom?" he hissed in pleasure as she sucked on his neck.

"There." She pointed at an open door.

He took her lips again and hoisted her up, loving how she wrapped her thighs around him as he carried her into the bedroom she had pointed to.

He dropped her on the bed and she pulled him down with her, his larger frame covering her, and she wrapped one leg around his waist, holding him between her legs, his clothed cock right against her heat.

He pulled her knickers down her legs at the same time that she arched and unhooked her bra, throwing the lacy garment onto the floor.

"Fucking look at you, Jean." Draco moaned as he admired her naked body spread out under him; she looked like a Greek goddess right out of those naked paintings the muggles loved to hang in museums – all curves and feminine beauty.

He unfastened his jeans and threw them onto the floor with her undergarments.

She sat up and pulled him on top of her again, kissing his lips with passion and need.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Miss Jean." He filled one hand with a breast and nuzzled the other, sucking on her hard nipple.

"Fuck. Not too curvy?" she whimpered.

"Fuck no!" he sucked on the other nipple, until the hard tip was as red as the first. He admired them, hypnotized by the beauty and sensuality of them. "I could spend hours just worshipping these." His voice heavy with need.

She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as he sucked and laved her breasts.

"Fuck me, Jake!" she begged as he lowered one hand between her legs.

"I need to prepare you first, Jean."

"No. No preparation." She lowered her hand to his clothed cock and looked at him, surprised. "Fuck, you're big." She pulled his boxers down and fisted his member.

"That's why I need to stretch you first, Jean."

"No." She ripped open a condom packet and rolled it on him.

"I'll hurt you if I don't prepare you first, Jean." He groaned at the feeling of her hands on him.

"I like a little pain, Jake." She said before kissing his lips.

Draco closed his eyes momentarily and felt her positioning him at her entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much." He conceded, covering her body as she lay back on the bed.

"I will." She nodded, spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He took her lips in a deep slow kiss and pressed his cock into her body.

They both trembled, lips parting in a breathless gasp; he kept his eyes on her face, noticing her frown as he pushed deeper into her.

"Fuck." she arched, fisting her hands on the sheets beside her head.

"Should I stop?" he asked between gritted teeth, fighting against the strong desire to just bury himself to the hilt into her tight cunt.

"No!" she moaned. "Fucking stop and I'll kill you!"

He pressed in with hesitancy and it was his turn to moan. "Shit, Jean." He was surprised as he felt her creaming and fluttering around his dick. "You're truly... liking this."

"Yes." She moaned loudly, running her hands down his back and grabbing his arse with both hands, looking into his eyes with her heavy lidded ones as she pulled him into her all the way. "Oooohhh, yes!" She moaned loudly. "Fuck! You're filling me up so... oooh... so good."

He kissed her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, slowly pulling his cock halfway out of her body and entering her again.

He watched her arching and whimpering as he began a slow and careful rhythm, revelling in the way her body responded to his; she melted under him, not worried to put on a show for him but just completely taken by their shared pleasure.

Draco lowered his head to her tits again, sucking and biting on her nipples as he held onto her hips and moved faster into her.

She nearly screamed and fisted a hand in his hair, leaving scratches on his back with the other, her pussy closing on his invading member as she orgasmed under him.

"You're cumming for me? All gorgeous and- fuck... moaning gratefully for my cock." He was babbling.

"Yes!" She replied breathlessly. "Harder, Jake!"

And he did as she asked, moving faster and harder into her, looking to hit that perfect spot deep inside her body that he knew would have her orgasming again.

He knew the exact moment he found it.

"FUCK!" she shouted, whimpering and writhing under him. "Yes! Right there... Ooooh Jake... Oooh fuck!" She moaned as she orgasmed a second time, for nearly a whole minute, as he pounded her clenching cunt, trying to control his own climax but losing that battle, spilling his seed into the condom with a loud moan.

"Don't pull out." She begged.

"I have to get rid of the condom, Jean."

"Do it," she nodded. "and put another one on."

Draco just smiled and stood up, tying the condom and ripping up another package, making quick work of putting it on and then looking at her.

"Fuck Jean."

She was on all fours on the edge of the bed, her head down to the mattress and her sexy arse up in the air for his appreciation.

He touched the curve of her waist and grabbed on to the flare of her hips, pushing his dick into her cunt again and hearing her moan.

She was so wet, he slipped in and out of her with ease considering the grip of her walls on his thick cock.

"Such a perfect cunt. So tight and hot... And this..." he caressed her arse.

"Slap it, Jake. Please!"

He let out a small moan and landed a first smack on her right arsecheek, feeling her clench on him. "Fuck yes... you're absolutely perfection, Miss Jean."

He did it again and after each smack she moaned and her cunt gripped him tighter.

He felt her nearing another climax and lowered one hand to her clit, massaging the hard nub as he leaned over her back and held her in place.

"Is this what you wanted, love?"

"Yes! You're soo deep... make me take it, Jake!" she begged between moans. "Make me take it all!"

And she pulsed around him, gripping his cock so maddeningly perfectly he couldn't stop fucking her hard and cumming a second time as she orgasmed.

"Fucking incredible cunt." He moaned.

She fell onto the bed and he held the base of the condom, disposing of it as he had the first one.

When he returned to the bed, she still panted, lying on her back, her gorgeous body all exposed to his eyes.

He lay down on top of her, kissing her lips slowly and tenderly.

She looked at him with a satisfied smile: "Was it like you imagined? Having sex with a curvy woman. Was it good?"

"Fuck yes." He closed his eyes momentarily, remembering how blissful was the feeling of holding onto her body as he ponded her tight cunt from behind, the sight of her arse marked with his palm-prints making him moan.

She chuckled. "I've never had a night with a man that orgasmed twice in less than two hours."

"Sorry. Not sorry." He replied with a smirk.

"Neither am I. I'm flattered actually. You seemed really turned on."

He smiled at her, glad that the feeling of belonging he had felt before bedding her was still there, no post-sex one-night-stand weirdness.

"Would you consider having me over again?" he asked.

"Well, if you don't make that fool of a woman you love see how amazing you are... we'll meet again at the bar and I'd love to have you here again."

His smile broadened. "I'll be there, unless you make that fool of a man you love see the amazing woman you are."

"Not gonna happen." She shook her head and pulled him down for another kiss. "Well, Jake, as amazing as this was... you'd better leave now."

He nodded, kissing down her body. "Can I give you a parting gift?" his lips moving below her navel, his eyes leaving no doubt what he wanted to do.

She smiled, "It's bad manners to refuse a gift, isn't it?"

Draco chuckled as he lowered his head between her legs, holding her thighs wide apart and admiring her curves like he had many times already.

"Fuck, you're so bloody sexy." He imagined having Her like that – only in his dream they wouldn't have worn condoms since they could cast contraceptive spells and magic protected them from venereal diseases. So in his dreams She'd be dripping his cum.

He licked her folds and she grabbed his hair, moving her hips against his eager mouth as he held her hips and watched her face as she whimpered and writhed.

"Fucking... There! Yes!" she moaned as he licked and sucked on her clit with two fingers curling inside of her cunt.

And in a minute he had her climaxing on his face.

"You're absolutely gorgeous when you orgasm, Miss Jean." He said, kissing up her body.

She hummed as she recovered. "You've got to stop calling me that when we fuck." She finished with a chuckle.

"Well, I believe it's a little awkward to ask you your name after what we just did but-"

"Lewis. I'm Jean Lewis. And you?"

"Jake Malfoy." He never lied his last name.

But when he saw the way she suddenly flinched and moved away from him, he wished he had.

"What?" she asked with a frown.

He looked very uncomfortable as he added to the lie: "I'm from France. Jacques Malfoy. Jake for friends."

"Really?" she seemed unconvinced. "Because I know a Narcissa and a Draco Malfoy and you look nothing like either of them."

Draco froze, suddenly realizing she wasn't as muggle as he had thought her to be.

"Lewis isn't a wizard surname." He said, letting her know they were both hiding the same secret.

"No, it's not." She shook her head, smiling again. "I'm muggleborn."

Fuck his luck. Draco ran his hand through his dark hair as he realized he had found a muggleborn witch to help him forget another muggleborn witch.

"Is that how you really look like?" he asked.

She shook her head again. "Glamour. And you?"

"This is really me, I'm afraid." He lied.

"Nothing to be ashamed of." She smiled, looking down his body appreciatively.

"And is Jean Lewis your real name?"

She shook her head. "No. But I'd rather remain anonymous, Jake." He saw that flash of pain return to her eyes when she spoke next: "Are you really a Malfoy?"

He shook his head, denying that, "No. I have no connection to them. I just use random wizarding last names for no muggle recognizes them."

She nodded, standing up and throwing a silk robe on her naked body.

"Silk becomes you." He said as he got dressed.

"Really? I find it makes my arse looks bigger."

"I like your arse." He winked at her.

She laughed. "You do well for my self-steem, Jake."

"Do you mind if I use your floo?" he asked once he was fully dressed.

"Not at all." She walked out of the room, leading him to the living room fireplace, stopping in front of it and reaching the floo power pot to him.

Draco approached her and touched a hand to her chin, tilting her head back to lay a soft kiss on her lips.

"I'll you again, Miss Jean Lewis."

"Yes, you will." she said with a happy sigh. "And if you ever pop by the Ministry, I'll make sure to say hello."

"And how will I know it's you?" he wondered, entering the fireplace, even more curious.

"Do you know Draco Malfoy?" She asked.

He nodded, frowning.

"I'm the witch who hexes him from behind." She winked playfully and he left through the green flames, silently calling for his flat.

Draco walked out of his fireplace into his silent flat and went straight to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, a smile on his face as he thought about her words.

The witch who hexes me from behind.

He drank all the water he had poured, wondering: Who could that be?

Now he wanted to know who Jean really was.

She is an amazing woman and fucks like a dream! She can certainly make me forget Granger. Given time.

But who could she be?

Draco poured himself another glass of water and kept thinking: there was no female he worked with that he hadn't charmed.

From secretaries to assistants to Heads of departments to Aurors – even the usually unfriendly Unspeakables – all smiled at him when he walked by them.

There was only one pers-

He froze, his hand holding the glass stopping in the air, half-way to his lips.

Holy fuck.

There was only one person who disliked him enough to hex him from behind.

But Jean couldn't be Her.

Could she?

Draco put the glass down onto the worktop, running a hand through his blond-again hair, nearly hyperventilating.

Had he just fucked Granger?