Lustful Intentions
By: Le Noirde Adhara
.L.u.S.t.
'She believed him,' was his first thought as he woke the next morning. After all that bullshit he fed to her, she believed him. He chuckled at the thought. Now, it was only a matter of time before he had what he wanted.
He got up out of bed, tossed a robe on carelessly, and stalked to the bathroom. Flicking on the shower dial with a turn of the wrist, a hot stream of water blasted down. He stepped in after shedding the robe (he was already nude), and let out a long, heartfelt sigh. God, the water felt good.
After he had rinsed off his hair and body, he left the shower and carefully pulled out a robe. After securing his tie, he left his inherited Manor with a Pop!
His office was a functional one. Clean-lined, chrome-and-charcoal colored, it was perfect for business. Which was what he wanted.
He sat down behind his desk and signed some parchment forms regarding the current crisis at his latest acquirement. After, he smiled briefly and pondered where to go from here.
He could take her out to dinner. He had already beaten the Weasel, he was sure. Hermione felt more at ease with him. So where should they eat at?
Oh no, she's on the night shift now. Dammit, that was just his luck. She wouldn't be free until next week, when she was off. Would he always be trying to work around her schedule, instead of demanding time at his terms?
He reached down into a secret drawer and pulled out the photograph he had secretly taken of her during their last year at Hogwarts before both of them had left to help the opposite sides. Her brunette hair formed a halo around her head, long and touchable. Her warm chocolate eyes were smiling in his direction, but not at him. It was worth catering to her schedule, he decided.
He carefully slid the photo back, hoping that there would soon come a time he could set the frame out for the whole world to see.
Later, when it was time for a late lunch, he apparated to her house, only to find out she wasn't home. Damn, that was just his luck. Draco disapparated away from the house. Oh well. More time to see her later.
He decided to walk down to a Muggle bar after work. It was only a short walk, and he needed a stiff drink.
The road was deserted. Brief wonderings of why flitted through his mind, only to be pushed aside. It was dark, to be sure, but the streets usually came alive at that time. Then he heard thunder. As sudden as a woman cried over a broken relationship, the heavens poured him their sweet lament. He stopped and stared at the clouds, a feeling of darkness passing over him as the raindrops beat down upon him their sweet melody of loss. Was this why he suddenly felt alone?
He resumed his pace, a little quicker this time. Within minutes he was shaking his collar free of water. Draco crossed over the threshold and looked around. Thank Merlin it was empty, save for the bartender. He strode quickly to the bar, sat on a stool, and asked for a stiff whiskey. Wordlessly, the man poured him the drink, and sat it in front of the pale man.
Draco sipped on it, and suddenly realized a vital fact that he had continuously pushed to the back of his mind. He was helpless without her. As sudden as a lightning bolt struck a tree, he realized nothing was going right. His plan, that prophecy, wasn't going along the path it should be. He stopped and swirled the contents of the glass and pondered. Nah, it was the rain. He could afford to blame it on the rain.
The bell above the door tinkled softly, announcing a new occupant. Turning his head slightly, he noticed it was a curvy brunette woman with unruly curls. Maybe frizz had attacked once the rain started to fall?
She sent him an inviting smile. The little chit was free. A woman soft and willing in his arms was what he needed. But was he free to take her on her offer?
The girl looked too much like Hermione. She cat-walked to the bar, and Draco felt his resolve slipping. Maybe he would have her, and afterwards, send her on her way? Yes, it sounded good, he determined, thinking, 'To hell with it; I'm free. We're not together.' He downed the glass and sent the lady an inviting smile.
"Who are you," she coyly asked. Hell, even her voice sounded like Hermione's, bossy, rich, and deep for a woman.
He smirked. "Who do you want me to be?"
"What's your name?" she inquired, evasively avoiding the question.
"Davis. Luke Davis. Now, I must inquire, what is a lovely girl like you doin' in a place like this?"
"Come to drink down my problems. Harmony Gueringer."
Draco froze. It couldn't be a coincidence. "What school did you attend?"
"A local public school. I'm currently studying business at Oxford."
"So, you never went to a private school?"
"No, I was never accepted."
"Are you a muggle?" 'Shit, Malfoy, what if she is? Good going!' he thought to himself, almost grimacing.
Harmony gave him a look, "What's a muggle?"
"It's a Romanian word. It means 'single'."
'Where did that come from?' he wondered.
"Oh," she laughed nervously. "Yes, I'm available."
'For one night,' her expression read. He looked at the wall to his right. Draco put on his most seductive smile.
"Wanna get out of here?"
Dammit, why'd he have to pick one that reminded him of her? Draco had long since returned to the Manor within minutes of finishing with the chit. What a disappointment, really. He couldn't get Hermione off his mind. When Gueringer came, she cried out. That made him wonder, would Hermione sound the same?
Draco groaned. He hadn't found release, and had had to fake it for the first time in his life. What he needed was a cold shower. Maybe that would work.
Nope. In the end, he had to finish it himself. Desire still hung in his blood. Would the mudblood ever get out of his system? He stopped suddenly. Furthermore, what would she say when she found out? There was only one thing to do: Tell her tomorrow.
.L.u.S.t.
Hope that chapter wasn't too confusing. Ah, once again I merely hint at the prophecy, instead of addressing the problem. I must say, it's kinda fun.
This might be the last update until September. I know, I know. I'm sorry. But school starts soon (August 15) and when that happens, I'll be too busy to really do anything. If I can, I'll update before then. I'm going to update Not Another Lily and James Fan Fiction probably this weekend.
I recommend EVERYONE go see The Dukes of Hazzard in theatres when it comes out. Once again, we'll all see the General Lee in action.
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