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"Sabine!" Elodie exclaimed, running to her best friend and jumping into a dramatic embrace with her after exiting the floo.
"Oh, Elodie, I've missed you so much!" Sabine squeezed her tight, "You must tell me absolutely everything."
They spent the first few hours of their time together discussing all of the experiences that Elodie had in her first four months at Hogwarts, from the good to the terrible and everything in between. The girls fell into their regular routine of hiding out in Sabine's bed room and primping and priming themselves for a night out. They had decided to celebrate their reunion by going out dancing.
"Well they sound great," Sabine said, brushing out her waist length, pin straight black hair, "you should invite them with us tonight, I'm sure they have proper port keys. I hear the Greengrass girls spend a lot of time here."
"If I invite them I will have to invite the boys, are you sure you're ready for all that?" Elodie said, "of course, willing they come."
"Oh absolutely, I'm dying to meet your boyfriend," Sabine giggled.
The girls quickly finished getting ready and left to travel to the French ministry to make an international floo call to the Parkinson's manor. Pansy rushed to her floo to make a joke that Elodie already missed them after only one day. She added that the girls had originally been planning an outing of their own, but would love to switch up their plans so they could meet Sabine finally.
"Only thing is, the Malfoy's are the only ones with a French estate. I think they're the only family that keeps a port key to France laying around," Pansy grinned.
"Shove off Pans, of course I was going to invite him as well. All of the boys, actually. Could you arrange it though? I hate using the floo at the ministry," Elodie retorted at the implication that she hadn't wanted to see Draco yet.
"All is well, I have it covered. You just get ready to dazzle us, be there at 8, your time," Pansy said, exiting the floo.
"I guess we're in for one hell of a night," Sabine laughed, "Do your parents regret moving you yet?"
"They don't even know half of it."
Sabine had opted against inviting anyone else from Beauxbatons, with this many Hogwarts students in one club, she didn't want anyone to feel out of place. Sabine had one goal for the night, and it was to form alliances with their English counterparts. She wanted nothing to get in the way of that. Elodie was naive, to have gone through so much heartache in her time at Hogwarts was not the right move. Her parents clearly were not wholly forthcoming with her if she was wasting time with anyone in Hogwarts other than the social circle Sabine had pushed her towards. Draco Malfoy was the only boy worth any of Elodie's time, and to think otherwise even for a second made no sense to Sabine.
Elodie pulled a tight forest green mini dress on, paired with black knee high boots. It wasn't a wow worthy look, but she didn't want to over do it tonight. Tonight she just wanted to get drunk and dance with her friends. Sabine wore almost the same thing, but red, which always suited her tan complexion so well, and black pumps. Elodie admired her friend, realizing how similar Sabine and Pansy were. Physically they were only slightly similar, mostly because of the level of confidence they shared, and how dazzling they looked in red. Pansy was pale, with a rounded face, and a button nose, red suited her because it made her cheeks look more blushed and gave her a classic look. Sabine was tan, with defined cheeks and a slightly larger, pointed nose. She looked sophisticated and exotic in red, and she oozed sex appeal.
They apparated to the restaurant, where they discussed meeting with Pansy earlier in the night. The group would take a port key to the Malfoy estate in France and then apparate to a Parisian bistro down the street from the club they would dance the night away in. Introductions went well enough, Sabine beamed to Elodies new friends about all of the great things Elodie had to say about them. She even gave Draco a bit of a hard time about breaking Elodie's heart, threatening that if he ever did it again, she would break something much more fragile of his. After a short while of pleasantries and some coffee and biscuits, they were all off to the club.
The club was exclusive, not many people could get in, especially not as quickly as they did. Elodie and Sabine however, had been coming to this club regularly for quite some time, and were familiar with the bouncers. Of course their English counterparts, in all their fame and prestige, would have had no problem without them, but it helped to know people. Once inside, Elodie felt herself coming alive in the familiar setting. Music pulsed through the room, bodies were writhing and shaking all over the dance floor, and the lights flashing and changing colors everywhere. Elodie glided over to her favorite bartender, who was stationed at the bar in the center of the room. She pushed her way through the people crowding the bar, hopped up onto the bar top and leaned in to kiss the girl on both cheeks.
"Elodie!" The girl exclaimed, kissing her back and continuing on in French, "How long have you been back? I haven't seen you in so long!"
"I know, I know, I go to school at Hogwarts now, much harder to sneak out of there for a quick trip these days. Just got in yesterday, you were the first face I wanted to see, aside from Sabine of course," Elodie grinned, and then motioned to her friends, "I brought some happy alcoholics in to run up a tab tonight. We're going to start with three bottles of Dom Pérignon, Amiee."
Amiee's face was priceless, unbelieving and excited to be starting off such an expensive tab. Elodie then motioned to Draco, and her face brightened even more. She clearly recognized the man, and was happy to serve him and his company.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't see you there! Welcome back to Paris," She said in English, French accent much thicker than Elodie's.
"Merci, mon cher," Draco said, accepting one of the three bottles from the bartender, whose name he clearly didn't remember, "Mind if I do the honors?"
Everyone in their group nodded and pulled glasses from the bartenders hands. Elodie noticed that Blaise looked particularly suspicious and she raised an eyebrow at him. He smirked, and held a finger to his lips for Elodie to stay quiet. Draco removed the foil from the cork, and started easing it out. A loud pop came from the bottle, and the cork shot out, raining champagne all over the group and the surrounding patrons. Everyone started laughing and cheering for the champagne shower, except for Draco who looked irritated and shot a glance to Blaise.
"Another $400 galleon bottle Blaise? Can't you do that when we're drinking the cheap shit?" Draco said, rolling his eyes and pouring the remainder of the bottle into Elodie's glass.
"What did you do!" Elodie exclaimed through laughter.
"I charmed the bottle to be shaken," Blaise smirked, "I'm a master at wandless charms. I'd also love to add, Malfoy, that we don't drink cheap shit."
Draco rolled his eyes, "The rest of them are fine, right?"
"They're fine, go on open another," Blaised laughed, "I'm thirsty."
Pansy and Sabine hit it off, they were dancing together, with Blaise, all night. Theo and Astoria barely left the lounge, too busy snogging all night. Elodie caught up with her bartender friend for a short while, Draco and Daphne participating in the happy conversation with the two french women. Eventually Daphne wandered away to introduce herself to an attractive man that was sitting across the bar and had sent over a drink to her and Amiee went back to bustling around behind the bar and Draco led Elodie away to dance. A slow, sultry song started blaring through the speakers and Draco smirked at Elodie before grabbing her by the hips and pulling her against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and swayed her hips with him as he gripped her hips tighter. He dipped his head down and nipped at her neck and ear lobe with his teeth, and she gasped. She spun around and pushed her back against him, flipping her hair over her shoulder to give him more access to her neck. He smiled and pulled her as close as she could get and leaned into her to nip some more.
"You are something else, Elodie," He whispered into her ear, "You drive me up a wall."
She blushed, biting her lip, and looked up at him over her shoulder.
"You have been so good to me," Elodie began, "I don't know what I've done to deserve you, mon cher."
"It is I that does not deserve you, Elodie," He sucked at her neck, "How would you feel about staying at the Malfoy estate tonight?"
"I think that would make me quite happy," Elodie smiled turning around, "Are there enough rooms for all of us?"
"And more," Draco laughed, "It is a Malfoy estate after all."
"I've never seen the manor before, I don't know what it's like," She shrugged, spinning on her heels to meet his eyes, "So you wouldn't mind if I invited everyone to spend the night there?"
"Of course not, I assumed the lot of them would be returning there with me tonight, I just wasn't sure if you wanted to join us."
"What? Of course I would love that. I've barely spent any nights away from you the last few weeks. There is nowhere else I would rather be."
Draco smiled, and then motioned across the room for Elodie to look. She turned to find Sabine and Pansy in a more than friendly embrace, kissing passionately, with a very pleased looking Blaise observing them. Elodie laughed and laced her fingers through Dracos, tugging him across the room to where they were.
"Well, I see you are getting along swimmingly," Elodie said as she approached the throuple.
"Oh they are," Blaise said amorously.
"Gotta love French women," Draco laughed, putting his arm around Elodie.
"Oh, I do," Pansy grinned, "Draco, you wouldn't mind if-"
"No, that's why we came over actually. Draco and I were just going to head over to the Malfoy estate, you guys are welcome to meet us there whenever you are finished dancing," Elodie said, then glanced over to Sabine, "All of you, of course."
"Your friends are darling," Sabine said, beaming, "We will see you over there."
"Merlin, I hope not," Draco chuckled, before offering his arm to Elodie, which she happily accepted.
"See you," Elodie waved over her shoulder as they walked out to the apparition point outside of the club.
"Hold on tight," Draco said, pulling Elodie into his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"This always makes me feel so nauseous," Elodie grumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Don't splice me."
"Wouldn't dream of it, love," He said, pulling her along with him in his apparition.
A few moments later, with a loud pop, she opened her eyes that had been glued shut for the apparition. She gasped immediately at the vision of a home that was in front of her. Elodie was no stranger to wealth, and she was no stranger to the beauty of France, but the large estate in front of her was a sight to behold. They stood on a cobblestone walkway that led first to a large fountain that was charmed to glow in the night, it was the only light illuminating the gorgeous structure in front of them. There were trees, flower beds, and shrubs lining the rest of the walkway up to the front door. They walked the cobblestone to the double doors at the front entrance of the house and Draco pulled them open for her. She admired the architecture for one last moment before walking through the doors into a grand foyer, immediately to be greeted by a house elf.
"Hello young Master, welcome back," The elf chirped, "Shall I bring you anything?"
"All set, Pip, thank you," Draco sent the house elf on his way with a nod, "I'll give you the tour tomorrow, if that's alright. I have a bottle of wine in my room calling my name."
Elodie nodded, took Draco's arm, and let him lead her up the grand staircase that was ahead of them. She looked around, taking in the fine decorating skills of what she assumed was Draco's mother. It was all perfect, and she couldn't imagine how beautiful the Malfoy manor was if this was just a vacation home. Elodie's vacation homes were lavish, beautiful, and decorated accordingly, but they didn't hold a candle to this. Pansy was right, Draco must have had much more wealth in his family than she imagined.
"Draco, your estate is marvelous," she gushed, "Did your mother decorate?"
"Yes, she's got an eye for it. Decoration, organizing charity events and galas is pretty much all she does," he chuckled, "Typical Mistress Malfoy duties."
"I hope to meet her one day," She looked at him devilishly, "Although, I fear she won't like me much."
"Why is that?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm in her home, soon to be in her son's bed, before I've met her. I can imagine she's a traditional woman, if she's anything like my mother, and I know my mother would be quite displeased about us sharing a bed."
"Well, that's the difference between mothers of daughters and mothers of sons," Draco chuckled, coming to a stop at a door at the end of a long hallway, "Mothers of sons don't ask questions."
He pushed open the door and muttered a lumos before extending his arm for Elodie to enter the room. It was decorated in silvers, blacks and whites . It was clean and elegant. Elodie smiled at home and plopped herself down on a couch on the side of the room.
"Where is that wine then?" She grinned.
"There," he pointed in the direction of a fireplace that sat in the corner of the room, next to it was a small table, two chairs, and on top of the table was a bottle and two wine glasses. She smiled as he walked over to the table and filled the two glasses, then extended one to her.
"So, Mr. Malfoy, were you planning all of this tonight?" Elodie smiled, motioning to the table and the fireplace that was already lit when they arrived.
"I was hopeful, but I wasn't certain," he sat next to her on the couch, "I'm relieved you decided to join me, I wasn't sure that you would leave Sabine's side tonight."
"Well, I didn't have much choice. I believe she is quite busy with Pansy and Blaise tonight," Elodie laughed.
"That could be an issue eventually," Draco sighed, "Blaise is not a very monogamous person, and Pansy's always understood that, which is why they work well together. Sabine-"
"Is a big girl, and knows what she is getting into," Elodie laughed, "Honestly, she'll likely have them both so bewitched by the end of the night there might be a three-way wedding in the near future."
"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow, "You seem very confident in her abilities."
"I'm more confident in mine, and she taught me everything I know," She smirked back.
He hesitated for a moment before setting his glass on the table beside them, then taking hers and doing the same. She went to speak, but he stood abruptly and stripped away his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He looked at her with dark, hooded eyes, hungry. She, however, looked lost, like she wasn't sure what to do next. This was something she had never struggled with, the chase, was her specialty. She knew how to get men where she wanted them, but this man was different. He confused Elodie, because he was hard to read and because his moods were so erratic. One minute he was a dog, the next he was a gentleman, and every person had nothing but wonderful things to say to him. Even Hermione, who he bullied endlessly through school, was beginning to change her tune about him. This man was a player, and he knew the game well, but they were playing for months, and this was the first time Elodie even had an inkling that tonight might be the night she finally gives in to him. He hadn't even tried yet, other than snogging and the occasional hand down the pants. He never had looked at her the way he was looking at her now, like he might eat her alive.
"Draco, I-" she began.
"Elodie," He cut her off and dropped to his knees in front of her and took her hands in his, "If you want me to stop, just say so, but for now just-"
It was Elodie's turn to cut him off, and she did so with a kiss. It started slow and soft, but he quickly pressed back, pushing her back against the couch. She pulled him back on top of her and ran her fingers up his spine to the back of his head, gripping at the soft blonde hair. He bit her lip softly, causing a groan to leave her mouth that made him bite a little harder. He slipped his hands behind her, under her thighs, pulled her legs around his waist, and then lifted her up off of the couch. He never broke the kiss, walking her over to the bed, and setting her back down slowly. He stood, pulling away from her mouth, and looked at her. Her expression matched his now, wanting and hungry. She panted a little, her chest heaving with every breath to try to steady it.
"I've barely touched you and you're panting like that," He smirked, "And to think you've been holding yourself back from me."
"Just wait," She rolled her eyes and kicked him before standing up, "You'll be the one panting and begging me to keep going tonight."
She turned away from him and slipped her dress off of her shoulders and down her arms. She looked over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow at his already locked stare at her form, then smirked and pulled her dress slowly down her body. Before she could even finish straightening back up she felt his hand slide down her back and then grip her waist to pull her up faster and back against his chest. An involuntary giggle escaped her mouth as she felt how excited he already was for her against the curve of her back.
His breath was cool against her neck as he ran his fingers along it, pushing her hair away from her skin. He left a trail of feather light kisses down her neck to her shoulder before trailing back and sucking softly at the base of her neck. She closed her eyes and let a soft moan escape her mouth. He was right, he was barely touching her and her entire body was on fire.
She turned to him and captured his lips once more, not giving him even a second to look down at her body. She deepened the kiss quickly, moving between tugging on his hair and scratching her fingernails down his back. His hands found the skin on her hips just above her underwear and he gripped her firmly, pulling her closer to press his growing member against her. She needed to take control again before he completely unravelled her. She grabbed at his belt and started to undo the buckle, but he had none of it and pulled away from her. She tried to reach for it again, but he stopped her, stepped back again, and admired her body. He had seen her near nude plenty of times, especially considering how very little she wore to practice, but this was different. She was blushed, panting, scratching for more, like he was a drug she needed and it was written all over her. She never seemed as beautiful to him as she was in this wanton moment.
He shook his head as she tried to take control again and gently pushed her back onto the bed so he could have a better view. To say he was attracted to her would be the largest understatement anyone could make. He couldn't wait to ravage her, and wanted her to squirm as much as he could make her beforehand. He waited too long for this to let her jump the gun. He kneeled down on the bed between her splayed legs and trailed kisses down her chest, between her breasts, and down her stomach, occasionally stopping to bite and suck on the skin along his trail.
"Draco," She groaned, "What are you doing to me?"
He ignored her pleading voice and reached his hands behind her back as she arched it to quickly and skilfully unclasp her bra and then pulled it off of her. She immediately tried to regain her composure by looking as provocative as she could, but she could barely see through the haze he was inflicting on her and it was apparent. He returned to kissing her body, focusing on her breasts for some time before trailing back toward her navel, which he swirled his tongue around before dipping a little lower. She gasped at the feel of his tongue and immediately blushed at the realization of what was coming. He looked up at her and smiled before directing his lips to her thighs.
"Draco, please don't toy with me," She groaned, "I know I've made you wait but this is maddening."
"I know maddening love, trust me," He teased.
"You-" she paused as his teeth sunk in on a sweet spot on her thigh, "Is this pay back for the fucking quidditch practice attire?"
He ignored her again, brushing a finger across her panties, switching his lips to her other thigh. She groaned and bucked her hips at the contact before he did it again, this time he could feel how ready she was for him even through the fabric. It still, he decided, hadn't been enough. His lips moved closer between her legs and her fingers flew to his hair and tangled themselves in it. He smirked and pulled her knickers down with one quick movement before finally allowing his lips to find her sweet spot and kissed it once before flicking his tongue against it. It was only a few short moments before he felt her body start to shake and she was coming undone under his tongue. He leaned up and found her in a state of feigned dismay, looking more dischevlied than he had ever seen her look.
"That good, then?" he chuckled.
"Don't you-" she cut herself off with a loud gasp, then moaned his name as two of his fingers dove between her lips. She arched her back and fisted the blankets beneath her as he readyed her for him far sooner than she thought he would, "Don't you want-"
"I want you to lay there and be a good girl for me," he smirked at her, practically reading her mind, "Today isn't about me, you don't need to return that favor just now."
Her eyes rolled back as she writhed beneath him and she could no longer fight the sounds of pleasure from escaping her lips.
"Are you ready for me, love?" He leaned down and whispered in her ear, earning a nod from her, "That's my girl."
He slid his pants and boxer briefs off, exposing himself to her for the first time. She could barely see straight; she was in such euphoria. She felt him slide down her slit, once, then again, then a third time, before she finally felt him at her entrance. He wasn't pushing in, seconds passed, and she looked at him, pleading with her eyes to take her. He smirked at her, before taking his queue and pressing in. He was waiting for her eye contact so he could see the glint in her eye as he pressed all the right buttons inside her. She was soaring, never in her life had a man made her feel like this. What had to have been hours, but seemed to both of them as only minutes passed by before he finally released himself inside her and collapsed beside her on the bed. They were both sweating and panting, trying to catch their breath.
"That was-" She paused and rolled onto her side to look at him, "Draco, I understand why they say what they say about you," She laughed, resting her head on his chest.
"Well, I'm glad I lived up to your expectations," he chuckled.
"Surpassed, you surpassed them," she sighed, drawing circles on his stomach, "I've been with a few men, and none of them have ever made me feel so alive."
"Let's have a shower, yeah?" He said, pulling her out of bed with him, "I think we could use one after that."