- Chapter One -
Birthday Party
Jasmine stepped lightly down the marble staircase into the entrance hall; she hated these parties, having to get dressed up and make pointless conversation. She'd taken as long as possible to get ready, finally deciding on a full length red dress that fit nicely showing off her curves that made men go crazy.
The few people left in the hall that had not yet gone into the ballroom stared at her. People always stared, most people would get use to it but it still made her uncomfortable.
She was about to make her way into the party when a podgy sort of girl caught her eye, she was smiling broadly, her hair and make up was a mess and her too tight dress was twisted as she hurried off to find a bathroom to clean herself up.
Jasmine frowned slightly, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder, she walked out the way the girl had come, entering the garden and following the path until she came to the fountain where a satisfied looking Draco Malfoy sat smoothing back his hair.
"So, am I supposed to get all jealous now?" she drawled but he just turned and smirked. "Do you know how old that girl is?"
He thought for a moment. "Fifteen?" he guessed shrugging his shoulders. Draco Malfoy had been Jasmine's only friend for as long as she could remember. He was the only one her father ever thought was 'worthy' enough of her attentions. But he was also the only one she could ever trust; the two knew each other more than anyone else.
"Not quite, her birthday is not till January," she smirked but he just shrugged his shoulders again.
Draco rolled his eyes as he saw her face. "Oh come on Jay!" he wined. "Her parents practically threw her at me! I had to do something to stop her from giggling!"
"Whatever. Come on, I'm expected inside."
He stood and straightened his jacket before taking her arm and leading her back to the house. "You can't tell me you actually enjoyed that!"
He shrugged. "Its sex, what can I say, I'm a guy."
The two walked into the party, the room was full of fake smiles and laughter. No one actually came to celebrate Narcissa birthday, just to come and show off, prove that they're better that everybody else.
Fixing a smile on her face Jasmine let Draco lead her through the crowd.
"I need a drink before I talk to anyone," she whispered, he nodded and stopped a waiter, getting two wines.
"Thankyou."
"Best go say 'Happy Birthday', then," Draco muttered and they walked over to Narcissa who was surrounded by people eyeing her gifts, obviously deciding who bought the best present, who was stingy, things to bitch about the next day etc etc.
"Ah, Draco," the blonde greeted, holding out her arms elegantly, she hugged him and he kissed her cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Mother," he smiled, stepping back and Jasmine stepped forward giving her a small hug and kissing her cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Narcissa," she smiled.
"Thankyou, Jasmine," She turned to the man beside her, he was staring at Jasmine's chest shamelessly. "I'd like you to meet Dominick Nottingham, an old friend of mine."
"Now, now Narcissa, not that old," he smiled showing off yellowing teeth. The teen forced herself to smile back.
"Nice to meet you," he took her hand and kissed it, not taking his eyes off her chest, Jasmine suddenly wishing she'd worn something else.
"Why don't you two go off for a dance," said Narcissa and the balding man took her out onto the dance floor before anyone could argue. Keeping hold of one hand he placed the other on her waist, pulling her close, she could smell the cigar smoke in his breath and it was making her feel sick but she kept up the indifferent mask.
Praying the song would be a quick one, she kept her gaze over his shoulder until his hand began to move down her back. She was about to excuse herself when Draco came up and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," he said coldly giving a trade mark Malfoy glare that made him quickly let go of her and hurry off. She shook her head as Draco took her hands and the pair continued to dance.
"Did you see him put his hand on my ass!" she hissed.
"Why do you think I came over here so fast?"
"I was about to slap him!"
"I know."
"I'm so sick of all this crap."
"Tell me about it."
"You think they'd get bored of polite chitchat and fake smiles."
"Yeah right."
They both heard Narcissa's high pitched, fake laugh as she accepted another birthday gift and Jasmine groaned softly, stepping closer she leaned her head on his shoulder, hiding her face in his neck. He moved his hand to the small of her back as the lavender smell of her shampoo filled his nose, any other girl and this would have turned him on but this was Jay, he got over his attraction to her last year.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly.
"Blaise keeps eyeing me up and down and it's getting really annoying," she whispered. Slowly, he made them turn and sure enough Blaise Zabini was standing by the wall checking out her ass, he glared at him and made a threatening gesture behind her back, he saw and quickly walked away.
"Thankyou," she whispered.
"Well, I do have to defend my 'property' as my father put it."
"He said that!" she exclaimed, standing up straight, her eyes flashing angrily and he nodded. "Ooh! I'm gonna get him one day, just wait until he stuffs up and I'll curse him into oblivion! Don't you dare go around saying that! Trust me, I'll find out!"
"I'm not that stupid, thankyou very much."
"I never said you were I'm just warning you."
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Later that evening, the pair and moved back out onto the dance floor when Draco realised Jasmine was flirting with someone over his shoulder.
"OK, who are you flirting with over my shoulder?"
"I don't know who he is. Tall, dark and handsome, standing next to Lestrange." They both turned again and he searched out the man with her description.
"Hmm, don't remember his name, nephew to the Caldwells, visiting from America." Jay smirked.
"Well then, I think I'll go invite him to the country." She stepped away to leave but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Don't make me look like a fool." He warned.
"Please Draco, everybody knows what you do when you take girls 'for a walk', honestly." She rolled her eyes.
"Fine then, that blonde over there looks pretty delicious anyway," and he walked over to a girl with fake blonde hair and a sizes too small white dress.
Rolling her eyes she smiled coyly at the American before walking over to the bar and getting a wine, wanting something stronger.
She stood there for a minute, surveying the crowd, nodding to certain people when she felt someone come up behind her. Smirking slightly knowing who it was she turned slowly.
'He looks even better up close!'
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure to meet you yet, Adam White," he said smoothly holding out his hand, she handed him hers and he kissed it softly.
"Nice to meet you, Jasmine Riddle."
"Of course, I'm honoured to be in the same room with one such as yourself." Jasmine almost sighed. Same lines as always.
"I hear you're visiting us from America."
"Yes, but I'm afraid we don't have such delicate beauties at home, but perhaps I shouldn't say that."
"And why would that be?" she asked curiously.
"Well, from what I've heard you're Draco Malfoys girl, strictly hands off."
"Really! Where did you hear that from?" she asked seductively, stepping closer to him. He smiled down at her, obviously thinking he'd won her over.
"Just about every guy in this room, but then again he seems to be occupied," he nodded behind her and she turned to see Draco leaving with the blonde, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes she turned back to Adam, running a hand down his chest.
"Well, if Draco gets to have his fun, I can have mine too, right?"
"Of course," he growled softly.
Taking his hand she led him through the crowd and out the door, going down the hall and into a small sitting room adjacent to the library. Waving her wand, a fire jumped up in the grate sending a warm glow through out the room, turning back to see Adam watching, licking his lips, smiling coyly she pushed him back, he fell onto an armchair and she lifted her dress up past her knees and straddled his lap, kissing him roughly. He ran his hands up and down her thighs but she pushed his hands away before starting on his shirt. His hands went back, pushing further up but she pushed him away again and stood back up.
"Get undressed," she ordered and he stupidly obeyed, stripping down to his boxers before sitting back down. Getting out her wand she waved it lazily and ropes came out and tied him to the chair.
"Ooh, kinky!" he growled. Straightening her dress she rolled her eyes no longer feeling like playing she leaned over him smiling sweetly.
"See you in the morning cutie!" And she turned and left.
"No! Come on…" he called but his voice was blocked out as the door shut.
'Thank the Goddess for silencing charms!' Smiling to herself she made her way upstairs to find Dray.
Jasmine knew Draco never took girls into his own room, that was his haven; instead she went to the guest wing. Walking down the hall she was about to knock on a door when it opened and the blonde walked out, hair a mess.
"Hello, Tessa," Jasmine smirked, she looked at her fearfully, before muttering a small 'hello' and hurrying off down the hall, she watched her, amused before stepping into the room where Draco was standing by the messed-up bed doing up his shirt.
"At least that one was of age," she congratulated.
He smirked. "I could tell."
You groaned. "I so did not want to know!"
He just smirked.
"Come on, let's go to your room," and she left without waiting for him to follow.
The pair went back to Draco's room. Decked out in silver and shades of blue it was extremely calming. Jasmine loved his rooms.
She walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey, two glasses and sat down, Draco closing the door behind him and joining her.
"So, how was it with our American friend?" he asked, taking his glass.
"The same as the rest of you jerks, egotistical and a player."
Draco smirked. "Where did you leave him?"
"In the sitting room," she drained her glass and refilled it thinking. "But he actually said something interesting."
"Really?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow, reaching for the bottle.
"Yeah, he said that everyone's been warned about me, in a different way than normal."
"In what way?"
"That I'm strictly hands off, Draco Malfoys girl." Draco nodded.
"Tessa said something similar; all the girls had been told to stay away from me."
"Well that explains why she looked at me like I was the devil herself when she left, probably thought I was going to hex her." Draining her second glass she waved her wand and soft music began to play. Kicking off her shoes she stood and twirled around the table over to Draco and grabbed his free hand.
"Dance with me?" she pouted.
"Come on Jay, haven't you had enough?" he grumbled and she shook her head smiling sweetly. He groaned and drained his glass before standing up; she did another twirl before spinning in a circle around him.
"What are you doing?" he laughed.
"The complete and total opposite of the sophisticated crap we have to do down stairs," she laughed, Draco grabbed her around the waist and threw her up over his shoulder and carried her through another set of doors into his bedroom, dropping her onto the bed before laying down over her, supported by his arms.
"So, you kiss the American but not me?" he pouted.
"If you really want to end up the same as he did, it can be arranged," Jasmine laughed when there was a knock at the door.
"Go away!" called out Draco angrily but it opened anyway and in stalked a very drunk Lucius.
"You will not talk to me like that you ungrateful little…" but he trailed off when his eyes finally focused and he saw Jasmine. "Oh, your busy, I'll talk to you tomorrow." And he stumbled back out slamming the door.
"I'm surprised he can still walk around." Jay muttered, pushing Draco back so he rolled over to the other side.
"Oh, come on! It was just a little interruption!" he laughed but she just smiled at him.
"Sorry mate, not in the mood any more!" she laughed.
"You never are." He grumbled.
"Not for you!" She giggled as he continued to grumble.
Eventually the two fell asleep atop the covers fully dressed.