She was one of Harry's best friends; she was a Gryffindor like the rest of them and did not like dark wizards at all. She had dated Oliver Wood, the old Gryffindor Quidditch captain. She was head girl; she was supposed to set an example. She was related to Sirius, his favourite niece and she loved him with all her heart. So why was she here? Well, in her heart of hearts, she knew the reason. She was two years older than Harry and whilst she respected him like so many did, there had been one at Hogwarts who captured her heart. He came from the darkest wizard family known, pure bloods that prided themselves on being so but she couldn't help it, she had been drawn into his spell. Those cold grey eyes, that white blonde hair, his sarcasm and his mannerisms, it all meant that she was here tonight.

Her name is Destiny, a name that she had always hated as it made her sound like some tealeaf reader. She was a member of the famous wizard family; the Blacks and she, like her uncle Sirius had been the only ones who really turned out to be decent people. But she had a dark secret; she had secretly been dating Harry's archrival, Draco Malfoy. True, she and Draco descended from the same wizard family, but they were the most distant of relations. His family knew of course and often said that she couldn't help being placed in Gryffindor and that the sorting hat had made a mistake but she knew perfectly well that the hat had placed her in the right house, for she felt extremely happy in Gryffindor.

This is my story…

So here I was, at the Malfoy's mansion. It was the week before the start of term and I would be starting my last year at Hogwarts. I sat on Draco's bed and waited for him to return from a trip on which his mother had taken him. But it wasn't Draco who had made sure that I had stayed there all summer, no, it was the man who was about to invite me to his study.

'Excuse me? Miss Black, Master Malfoy wishes for you to join him in his study.'

'He does, does he? I'll be along in a moment.' I left the bedroom and automatically walked to the study, knocking three times and waiting for the cold voice to invite me in.

'Yes!' Oh he was so cold and I loved it. I opened the door and shut it behind me.

'You wished to see me Mr Malfoy.' I knew the rules, not to look at him until he tells me too.

'Ah yes, I have invited you here for I have a question to ask you.'

'And what might that be, Master Malfoy?'

'Tell me, why is it that two young lovers, both whom have reached sexual maturity do not seem to have engaged in doing so?'

'If you please Mr Malfoy, I do not think the boy is ready. Plus, he is not yet of age.'

'Yes, as it would seem that maybe your problem, though I have no problem in Draco becoming a man. Draco said that you will not let him, well, claim you as his own.'

'I do not feel he is yet mature enough for such a task. I must keep a saintly reputation, now that I am Head Girl. Plus, it would be impossible for Draco to claim me as his own, for despite your thoughts, I am no virgin.'

'Really? Not a virgin? I wonder, who could be the lucky boy. I would say man but I clearly doubt he was one of us!'

'You forget, Mr Malfoy, that I spent five years with a certain Quidditch captain and whilst saintly, I am not an angel!'

'Yes, Mr Wood is it? I do not believe he was all you could have hoped for. I mean, he was a mere child until you let him claim you as his own. Tell me, did you teach him well Miss Black?'

'How I taught Oliver is of no concern to you, unless of course, you wish for me to demonstrate?'

'You are bold and rather forward in your young age. No, I was merely enquiring because Draco fears that you rather like Harry Potter.'

'If you please, he is one of my closest friends, but I do not find him attractive in the least. He is too young for my liking, just as is the case with Draco. If I could have any, I would have a real man teach me the rest of my most desired lesson. A man that could show me how these feelings should really be used.'

'What sort of feelings may they be, Miss Black?' I noticed a change in his voice, it had become deeper, more lustful as the conversation had progressed.

'These feelings of lust and want. The feeling that my whole body is alive, waiting to be touched so these feelings would be driven out before they make me go mad with hunger, hunger for my next orgasm, hunger to be touched in the right way and only a real man, a man of experience, a man of high importance could help me there. Someone who is in high standing in the wizarding community. Someone with long white blonde hair and cold grey eyes who walks around his mansion every day, teasing and taunting me, chuckling as he watches me run off because he knows exactly how much he excites me. Someone who supports my best friends most dangerous enemy and is actually quite respected by him.' I looked into his cold grey eyes and in return, I got a broad, dangerously exciting smile.

'A real man? Well…' Suddenly he was by the door, I heard the click of the lock and the swoosh of a cloak and then he was behind me. The man I had fantasised about since my fourth year at Hogwarts, my boyfriend's father. I closed my eyes and shivered as I felt his breath on my neck.

'Tell me, what would you have this man do?'

'I would have him touch me and tease me in a way that would mean that no boy could ever compete.'

'Not even his own son?'

'No!'

'So, you mean like this?' I felt his hands, still encased in those leather gloves he wears, run down my sides and over my hips, caressing my body through the fabric of my dress and robes. I closed my eyes and let my breath become shallower as I felt his hands begin to lift up the skirt of my dress and I gasped as I felt the leather of his gloves on my bare legs. Slowly, annoyingly, he caressed the soft, supple flesh of my thighs whilst breathing deeply into my ear causing shivers to run through my body.

'Your skin is so soft, your body so beautiful, untouched by any unworthy hands.' At this he pulled me closer to him, allowing me to feel the hard ridge of his erection against my back. I felt him slip one of his hands in between my legs and it began to caress my most sensitive region, making me more excited. I could feel the result of his manipulations in between my legs, making me wet as he continued. I heard him chuckle in his throat.

'You are eager to be pleased I see. Tell me, how does this feel?' I felt him plunge two fingers into me whilst his thumb massaged my clit. I bit my lip to stop my crying out loudly. Again he laughed and pressed his fingers deeper into me, rubbing harder and faster. I soon felt my body begin to shake and pressed against him as my first ever orgasm hit my body.

'Good. Now, for my turn!' He turned me around and looked into my eyes, that cold, hard stare making me want more. I heard the sound of a zip being undone but would not break eye contact although every part of me wanted to look at the prize awaiting me.

'Well? Do you need me to force you to do it?' I shook my head and knelt before him, looking at the huge, and rock hard dick in front of me. It had more colour in it than any other part of his body. I ran a hand over it before licking the tip and teasing him with my tongue. I turned my attentions to his balls before taking his full, hard length into my mouth. I heard him groan and he held tightly on to my hair, bucking wildly to meet the manipulations from my mouth. Suddenly he pulled away and I looked up at him.

'Now, it's time for your final lesson!' He pulled me up by my robes and pushed me against his desk. There he undid the rest of my dress and let it fall so that my robes were all that I wore. I felt him cup my breasts and squeeze them softly before pushing my legs open wide. He thrust into me and I called out loudly, pain searing through my body.

'Sorry, I forgot to warn you that it might hurt!' I gritted my teeth and eventually the pain eased. He thrust forward, hard and fast, driving into me and making me arch my back with pleasure. My second orgasm was running through my body, making me shake with excitement. I squeezed down hard onto him and he called out before making his thrusts shorter and harder. I came as I felt him release into me and he buried his face into my neck, breathing heavily whilst I tried to calm myself down. He pulled away and looked into my eyes briefly before kissing me with more passion than I had ever experienced. Finally he pulled away and dressed without a word, throwing me my dress as he did so. We continued to dress in silence and I knew this was my cue to leave.

'And where do you think you're going?'

'I thought you wanted me to leave!'

'Before we make arrangements for our next meeting?' I was slightly surprised by this question.

'Well, I thought that you had given me my lesson now.'

'Oh no, I'm going to teach you everything I know. I'm not going to let some stupid boy get his hands on something so beautiful.'

'Not even your own son?'

'Well, Draco is an exception of course, but I'll be making sure that he is worthy of such a prize.'

'I'm glad you seem to think of me as competition material, but really, I'd prefer it if you'd refer to me as if I was human!'

'Now, now Miss Black, play nice.'

'Oh, I'll show you how nicely I can play.'

'I'm sure you will. Same time tomorrow, in here and wear something more, well, provocative.'

'Well, Mr Malfoy, I would have done if I had known you were going to seduce me but I've been waiting for five weeks for you to do so and I began to get bored.'

'I chose this time because you are going back to school next week, things can't get too, well, dangerous.'

'Yes, well, tell that to Professor Snape the next time you see him. He might stop looking at me with those filthy, longing eyes.'

'I assure you that if he even thinks about touching you, I shall make him pay. That is one wizard who is truly unworthy to touch you. Now go, before Draco gets back we don't want him getting suspicious do we? The idiot boy thinks its that Potter you want.'

'Like I said, I have no interest. Now, I'll go. See you at dinner Mr Malfoy.'

'Call me Lucius, I'm afraid I'm rather bored with hearing you call me Mr Malfoy now.'

'Ok.' I walked out of the study and back to Draco's room where I fell on the bed, smiling broadly to myself. I couldn't help but think, that once you got to know him, Lucius Malfoy really wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.