PREVIOUSLY ON LONDON LOVES:
Sliding one hand down to rest on her ass, Ed pulled her tightly against him, before lowering his head and growling in her ear,
"The things I would do to you my flower."
Hermione flushed, her heart rate increasing involuntarily, before gasping as his soft lips kissed her neck with a want she could clearly feel in the front of his trousers.
"And exactly what the fuck is going on here?"
Draco's voice was unmistakable.
Fuck.
Pansy was warm.
And furry.
Warm and furry and headachy.
Warm and furry and headachy and completely confused.
She opened her left eye, testing the amount of daylight her pounding brain could take. Ouch. Apparently one eye was too much. Placing a carefully manicured hand over her eyes she squinted through her fingers, trying to figure out exactly where she was.
She was in her bedroom that was for sure, but not in her bed and apparently not clothed. She shivered as she sat up, the fur blanket slipping down her exposed chest. Stretching her lean limbs over her head, she inhaled and exhaled, a futile attempt to expel the vats of firewhiskey coursing around her veins.
However, her movement had caused a loud grunt to emerge from the bundle of furriness still on the floor and a tanned, muscular arm reached out and grabbed her waist pulling her back into the cozy nest.
Smiling sleepily, she looked at Ollie's chiseled face slumbering peacefully, his arms locked securely around her waist, should she be so silly as to try to escape his grasp again. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his slightly parted lips resting softly on her pulse whilst his eyelashes tickled her chin. She was lucid enough to guess what had occurred the previous night.
Swaying slightly, Pansy pushed open the heavy door of her bedroom, turning to giggle coyly at her equally inebriated boyfriend. Laughing faintly, Oliver caught her around the waist before she tripped over her small feet, and headed straight to the floor.
Cackling loudly at her own silliness, Pansy hiccupped as Ollie held her tightly, throwing her head back and enjoying the feeling of her long hair swishing around. Rising up slightly, her eyes shone brightly, coated with champagne but pooling with desire.
They moved through the large entrance, Oliver pushing the door to with the back of his foot, never letting go of his Queen. Having regained some stability, Pansy straightened up; throwing her shoulders back and letting her sleek curtain of hair fall down her shoulder-blades, tickling the small of her back. Narrowing her eyes, she fixed her boyfriend with a come hither look, that Casanova would be proud of, disentangling herself slowly from his grip.
As she moved further into the large bedroom, she slipped the straps of her small dress, over her shoulders and down her slender arms. As the fabric fell slowly away from her lithe body, her pert bare breasts were exposed, with the material inching ever lower to reveal a toned stomach and dainty gold navel piercing.
Grinning devilishly, Oliver moved towards her with the attitude of a hunter stalking his prey, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one fluid movement. Flexing his arms, he wolfishly took in her body, before lifting her small body and placing her endless legs around his waist.
He buried his face in her chest whilst she raked her nails through his brown and blonde curls. Slowly he moved them in front of her fireplace, before placing her gently but firmly on the fur rug, kissing every possible inch of her skin in the process.
Pansy smirked at the memory, mindlessly tickling her beautiful boy's back as she glanced around at the lucky occupants of her bed. Nestled among the luxurious cream sheets were none other than Robbie Versini and Karlie Lakshmi, infamous for their on-again, off-again, but actually-completely-in-love-with-each-other, relationship.
Pansy giggled softly, eagerly anticipating the stories to come when the other loft occupants stirred from their inebriated slumbers.
"I'll just have a mineral water with lemon and the soup please, no bread thankyou."
Frowning slightly, Yuri observed his faerie of a girlfriend, before he proceeded to order the breakfast special with a side of extra everything; communicating that he would indeed take the bread Luna had refused. The sun streamed into the little café on Jermyn street, a firm favourite of the famous couple's, since their early dating days.
Stretching his toned body, Yuri rested his arms on the table, grabbing Luna's dainty hands in his strong ones. Hangover and all, she was undeniably beautiful. Wispy blonde hair framed her elfin face, with large eyes and pillow-y pink lips.
Negating much make up, she was natural and fuss free, a fact Yuri absolutely loved. Without a shred of unkindness, vanity or self-interest in her small body, she emitted an un-tainted light, dimmed only very slightly by her own insecurities.
Residing easily in the slim to thin category, Luna had been plagued by haranguing, doubtful voices since her mother had passed away. She expressed to Yuri once, in a moment of complete un-guardedness, that she had felt her little life spin out of control, believing that by controlling her food intake she could somehow restore stability to her fragile young self.
Since then Luna had maintained a constant state of recovery, stumbling along the path, but always righting herself eventually, a task made far easier by her foundation in Yuri.
Granted she was Vegan, gluten-free, and dairy-free, but Yuri had made sure to keep a watchful eye on his disappearing princess, unable to be fooled by her bright smiles and tinkling laughs.
Crinkling his eyes, he shook his blonde head and returned consciousness to the story Luna was telling of the previous night, laughing loudly as it climaxed with Krista, Ginny and Chase Morgan falling into the pool fully clothed.
Ginny awoke to the sound of insistent, soft murmurings, growing louder with each sentence. She peeked her eyes open to witness a tattooed, shirtless Blaise, striding restlessly around the foot of her bed, his gold iPhone 6+ stuck to his ear.
"No, I can't do it today"
"Well to be fair Pete, I didn't even fucking know you had scheduled it for this week."
The young dancer sighed; Pete, Blaise's manager, was a constant source of amusement and wrath, in equal measure.
"Yes I am well aware I was contracted to appear..
"No I don't want to lose their sponsorship..
"Look mate, I've only just managed to get Gin to sleep in the same fucking bed as me after the Cali incident, I can't leave at the moment."
"Yeah.. alright, sweet man. Make up an excuse. I'm sick or something, just nothing that has people speculating rehab and we'll rearrange for next month."
"Okay, take it easy."
Throwing his phone to the bed, Blaise passed a hand through his wavy hair wondering whether it really was time to hire a second assistant just to make sure nothing fell through the gaps.
Pushing these thoughts from his mind, he padded slowly over to the king size bed, within which rested the most beautiful creature he had laid eyes on. Clad only in a lace black bra and panties she shifted slightly, before reaching up and kissing him deeply.
Pulling him down onto the bed, she positioned herself above him, a slim thigh resting either side of his hips. He gratefully ran his smooth, tanned hands over her supple legs before resting on her ample ass.
"This is a little more like it, G"
Blaise smirked at his firestarter, as she shifted slightly above him, causing a welcome friction between them.
"Thank you for not going.. I'm still pissed but.. Thank you for staying"
Ginny looked downed earnestly at him, wondering how one man could thrill, anger, entice, enthrall, irritate and antagonize her all at once. His surprise appearance with Draco last night had led to a slightly very tipsy Ginny, still fuming about the 'Cali incident' running full throttle at him, ready to berate and kiss him with pent up annoyance and want.
However a pliable Blaise had effortlessly lifted the petite dancer and fireman carried her around the party until she calmed down. Their friends had found it hilarious, regularly entertained by the tempestuous relationship between the two, as Blaise happily socialized with his drunk, volatile girlfriend flung over his left shoulder.
"Why would I leave, I've got you mama"
He smacked her ass playfully; eager to see how far he could push the boundaries of his recently regained freedom. Laughing slightly, Ginny leaned down and kissed his neck, smiling against his skin as Blaise emitted a long, low groan.
Hermione crept slowly through the mess of tangled bodies inhabiting their spacious living room. Despite their loft leaning on the larger side, she still wasn't completely sure how 280 people had fit in to their home, with what looked like at least 100 of them staying the night.
She laughed at the mess of her friends; slumped over sofas, chairs, beds, corners, staircases and two of Ollie's teammates splayed over the kitchen island.
Glancing left she saw Draco emerge from the dining room, levitating numerous half-empty champagne bottles and glasses. He charmed them over to the large black trash bag and set the room to begin cleaning itself. Seeing Hermione, he stopped briefly, before returning to the cleaning task, his silver hair slightly unkempt and his stubble unshaven. Annoyingly, that was how Hermione liked him best.
Padding softly over to the dining room, she stood in the doorway taking in how much he had been able to clean already. The once laden, long glass table was now glittering under the stream of sunlight from the penthouse loft's windows.
"Don't talk to me Mione, I have a headache to rival bloody Merlin"
Hermione was shocked.
Her voice was soft and low, like that of a dormant volcano preparing to erupt.
"What. The. Actual. FUCK DO YOU MEAN 'DON'T TALK TO YOU,' YOU HAVE SOME FUCKING NERVE DRACO MALFOY."
Hermione's voice picked up with the wrath of a horrific hangover and irritation at Draco's arrogance. The latter surreptitiously cast a muffilato charm to ensure the ensuing barrage of curses was available for only his hearing.
"YOU WALTZ IN LAST NIGHT, LOSE YOUR SHIT OVER ME AND BLOODY ED BARRON, WHICH AS YOU KNOW IS COMPLETELY FUCKING OVER, AND THEN DEMAND TO SPEAK TO ME PRIVATELY.
NO MENTION OF YOUR LATEST TRIP TO, WHAT LOOKS LIKE, THE MOST SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASED CLUB IN ALL OF L.A.
NO APOLOGY TO ME WHOSE HAD TO ENDURE ENDLESS QUESTIONS AND EMBARRASSMENT ABOUT YOUR SUPPOSED 'INFIDELITY' AND 'INDISCRETIONS-"
Hermione stopped, if only to breathe, before being cut off by the sneering voice of her weary boyfriend.
"You never give me the benefit of the fucking doubt do you, babe."
He spat out the last word, bored of the constant onslaught of doubts about what did and did not transpire that night in California.
"Why would I cheat on you Hermione, I fucking love you."
His girlfriend slightly faltered at this, fiddling with the edges of her short lace negligee for distraction.
Draco moved slowly over to the cowed girl, reminiscent of ink in water. He was beautiful, it couldn't be denied. As he neared, Hermione pulled back her arm to slap his cheek, before being caught in the movement by his strong grip.
"Now, now Kitty. Play nice."
Pulling her towards him, Draco lowered his head before aggressively kissing her neck and collarbone, her white tea and peach shampoo a homecoming smell to his tired brain. Lifting one of her legs to his hip, he pushed her back into the wall, raking his teeth over her pulse slowly and surely.
"Forgive me princess. Nothing happened, I promise."
Hermione searched his metallic eyes, so eager to believe his words. He looked back at her sincerely trying to convey just how much he did love the hot headed, OCD, worried girl standing in front of him.
"Okay… okay. But no more Draco.. seriously, no more. This is the last chance. I don't want to feel like this anymore."
Draco's heart skipped a beat; he could tell that she was deadly serious.
No more he silently promised as he kissed her smooth neck.
No more he silently prayed as her flawless face sank into his cupped hand.
No more.. ?
A/N I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I am refusing to let this die, so please just stick with me. Reviews are always appreciated xo