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Lemons, Lemons, and more Lemons. No lemonaide though..sorry. This chapter contains graphic images and some language.
The Thin Line Between Love and Hate Blurs
Chapter Two: The Wizard's Club
Crash! In one small area of a spotless room were shattered vases, chipped busts, and other broken items. The slight figure who threw these things was standing with tears running down her face and it seemed that such a small person would not be able to stand up to the rigors of hefting things about for much longer. Finally, with an anguished scream she threw one final glass bust at the closed door and fell to her knees, unable to hold herself up and allowed the emotions to take over. The tears fell freely down her perfect face, leaving a slick, salty trail down her cheeks, then plummeting down to her folded hands in her lap. She couldn't believe that he could do this to her. Leave her here like this, alone. After everything she had ever done for him, he was leaving her here to fend for herself for the next 9 months. A small sound had her lifting her head and scanning the darker corners of the room with narrowed eyes. A spark and the glow of a flame lighting the end of a cigarette danced into view.
"Oh Mother, you are melodramatic," Draco's impressive frame came into the light, "You act like me leaving actually wounds you. Get up." His voice was laced with sarcasm but his final two words left no doubt in her mind that he was giving her an order, much like Lucius used to give them before he was finally thrown into Azkaban. "I'm merely trying to keep our name from being sullied further; I'll be home for the summer holidays. Enjoy it while it lasts, because when father returns, you'll have no more freedom. Remember what he wrought before he left, a broken son who loved him less for pushing him so hard and a pale, weeping woman who clung to him as if her life depended on his very existence. Do not think his time in that place has changed him; he'll still be as hard as the day he left. Savor your freedom, for I had none."
Narcissa Malfoy slowly raised herself up from her position, wiping away the tears that stung her eyes and glared at him defiantly. "Your father was an honorable man. He raised you just as he was raised and I see no fault in that. I can't believe that you're going to teach at that school and leave me here, by myself."
"Mother, do shut up. I'm simply an owl away. There is plenty of money in the family coffer and you can do as you've always done, not a damn thing. I'm leaving tomorrow," he took another drag of his cigarette and turned away from her, "don't even bother pretending to be sad, I already know its complete bullshit. Just don't squander my money, or not only will I have your head, but so will father when he returns." Before Narcissa could say another word, he left the room, gently pulling the door shut behind him. She stared at the door with contempt in her eyes, unable to politely express her rage. She finally shook her head and snapped her fingers to call her house elf, Zwink. Without even looking at the creature, she motioned toward the broken and shattered items, "Clean it up. It'd better be spotless when I come down in the morning."
"Yes, Missus Malfoy. Zwink will have everything perfect for the Missus, yes, yes." Zwink immediately began tidying things up without looking back toward her mistress or master.
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Draco moved with precision through the Malfoy Manor back toward his room. He had been fed up with his mother almost immediately upon graduation. The second his father had been sent to Azkaban, Draco saw how insecure and needy his mother really was and it was infuriating. He could not handle a whining, mindless, clingy female. Though Pansy let it out that it was she who had finally broken up with Draco because he was, how did she put it…'insecure with his position in the world', the truth was far from that. In fact, he had finally gotten sick and tired of her wanting to always be around him and beg for affection so he cut her loose. Apparently his former friend Blaise had no qualms about catering to Pansy's every eccentric desire; then again, it could be because she was a fairly good fuck in bed…when she wanted to be. Either way, Draco was glad to be rid of her, though he wondered if Blaise would follow in his mother's footsteps and claim Pansy's entire dowry without suspicion.
Once he reached the sanctuary of his room, he immediately headed for his private bar and poured himself a healthy libation of Firewhiskey. The amber colored liquid went down smoothly, hardly even drawing a face from him. He had drunk too much in the last few years before finally deciding he needed to sober up and stop worrying about others and figure things out for himself, alone, finally, for the first time in his life. It was two months ago when he contacted Headmistress McGonagall and requested the position of Potions professor. Professor Slughorn still held the position, but the second he heard that there was another willing to take it off his hands, he was gone—leaving it open for Draco. Draco more that qualified for the position and was offered it whole-heartedly a few weeks later. Now he only indulged in a drink when things were truly wearing on his nerves, tonight was one of those nights. Another quick drink and Draco knew that he could not stay in this house for much longer without wanting to strangle his own mother; it was time for one last fling before having to become a 'responsible adult' in charge of filling children's minds with knowledge. He grabbed his cloak, a small bag of coins, and his wand before disapparating to the Wizard's Club.
The girls at the club knew who he was the second he walked in the door. He was a regular there, but even the new girls knew who he was because of the talk around work and his strikingly good looks. Everyone wanted to be his for the night. His favorites, Alora and Jade, were both on stage tonight, so wouldn't be able to call dibs until after their performances, which left everyone else scrambling to be the one to catch his eye. The owner of the Wizard's Club, a stout little black witch named Marka, greeted Draco most warmly and showed him to his usual booth before clapping her hands and telling all the gawking women to turn back and get to work. Draco waved over the hostess and asked for a bottle of Firewhiskey and to send any willing women his way so that he could peruse his selection for the night. Although she found the selling of flesh, whether in exotic dance or prostitution, disgusting, working as a hostess at one such place gave her enough money to support her family so she turned a blind eye to the activities that occurred.
About a dozen or so girls tried to 'casually' make their way over, but it become almost like an audition before the gorgeous blonde man. They each lined up, praying that they would be the one chosen tonight. Meanwhile backstage, Alora and Jade were fuming about their unfortunate turn to be on stage tonight. They both knew that Draco preferred them over any other female in the club, mostly because they were both willing to go with him at the same time. Jade was peeking out through the curtain that led to the main floor and gazed with puppy eyes toward him. "Alora, it's too much. Do they really think he'll choose any of them once we step out?"
"I don't know Jade. If he does, oh well. You and I both know that he'll be back."
"But still. I mean—"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for a client."
"Never! How dare you. You bitch!"
"Shut up, Jade. It doesn't matter. Mr. Malfoy doesn't see us as anything other than a damn good fuck and I've no problem with that. Being with him once sets me up for a month."
"So why aren't you out there fighting for him?"
"Because I'm set for a few more weeks. I told you, he'll be back. Now get dressed, you're up next."
She quickly changed into her outfit and strutted on stage, catching Draco's eye in no time, but also noticing how quickly his attention shifted from her to the other girls prancing around in front of him. It distracted her, but she still made a good sum of money from the other patrons willing to throw coins at her for a longer grind on the pole, a slower pull of the top, and soon she knew she would make bank tonight and quit worrying about her favorite client.
Now, the thing about Draco and this place was that they employed only full-bloods and half-bloods (half-bloods were placed under strict background checks that ensured that the last five generations of witches or wizards on one side of the family was pure, no mudblood parentage allowed). No 'unnatural' beings like veela or disgusting mudbloods were allowed employment at the Wizard's Club. Though he would usually cringe at touching anything not completely pure, at a place like this, it didn't matter. It was simply a physical release. He got what he wanted, and she (or they) got what they wanted out of the deal…a transaction of goods if you will.
Finally, a captivating, supple looking girl shyly made her way over toward Draco. Though the rest of the women had been extremely beautiful and/or sultry, she had an innocent air about her that made her stick out like a sore thumb. He motioned for her to join him and patted the seat next to him. His silver eyes roamed up and down her body, carefully sizing her up and finding that he was impressed. Her long jet-black hair hung in waves down her back and her piercing green eyes shone out like emeralds against her tanned skin. She had just the right amount of curvature and he could already see himself pressing down on her and watching how their bodies melded. He toyed with his glass and looked her straight in the eye with a small smirk, "You're new here, aren't you?" She quickly looked at her hands and nodded, almost afraid to look him in the eye. "But you know who I am don't you?"
"The girls talk," she whispered softly, making him almost have to bend forward to hear her, "you're Draco Malfoy."
"Yes, I am." He reached forward with his right hand and grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her to look at him, "and I have a business proposition for you." At his words, all the other girls within earshot simply slunk away, pissed off that the new girl would get to sample his affections. "First off, what's your name?"
"They call me Raquel."
"You're Spanish?"
"Mm, yes, and Italian." She nodded; almost surprised that he was able to place the origin of her name. Then again, her looks were almost a dead giveaway as well.
"No more pretenses, I'm sure you know what I'm looking for and I'm willing to see if you have it. Are you willing?"
She looked at him closer, seeing the lust there—and most evident—but she also saw honesty. He would not jip her of hard earned cash or a good time. Most of the time, there would be hesitation on her part; she was reluctant to ever do more than dance, but for some reason, this Draco Malfoy made her defenses drop. There was no doubt in Draco's mind that Raquel would accept his offer. She was new, he might as well show her a good time before she was thrown to the wolves. Her green eyes softened and it was hook-line-and-sinker, she nodded her head just barely and he tilted his head toward the curtain that separated the customers from the back. "Go change," he said, "it doesn't matter into what, but get your things, you won't be returning here tonight." Raquel didn't hesitate and emerged from the back less than ten minutes later sporting simple black slacks and a slinky silver top. Draco stood from his seat and noticed the death stares all the women shot at Raquel. He held the Firewhiskey bottle in his right hand and wrapped the same hand around her waist, nodding to Marka on the way out. Two steps out of the club he leaned close to her ear and whispered "Hold tight, we're apparating."
When she reopened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of the largest and most beautiful room she had ever been in. Draco let go of her waist and placed the bottle next to his private bar before lighting another cigarette and turning toward her dazed look. She dropped her small bag to the floor and moved to sit on the bed. He watched her, loving the way the material draped over her curves and how her hips swayed to and fro. He walked to stand in front of her and toyed with a lock of ebony hair that fell along her breast. "I'm sure you know what is expected, but I don't want to be presumptuous. What exactly were you hoping for when you walked out of that club with me?"
"I was hoping to both have a good time, and please you Mister Malfoy." Her green eyes sparkled in the dim light as she reached out to grasp his cigarette and take a drag before replacing it in his slim fingers. "Shall we get started?" Under his surprised gaze she reached for his belt buckle and deftly removed it. By the time he finished his cigarette and butted it on an ashtray on the nightstand she had unbuttoned and removed his shirt while running her cool fingertips along his chest and abdomen. She rose from the bed to run soft kisses down his neck and drop his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them and without breaking contact, she moved him to sit on the bed.
Her lips roamed from his neck, chest, abdomen, and finally reached his core. He reached down and grasped her hair. She didn't even mind, at least he was just threading his fingers through her hair and not pressing her face harder onto himself. Her tongue and mouth glided so expertly along his shaft that had he any less control, he would have lost himself in mere minutes. As it so happened, he pulled her back up and kissed her on the mouth before releasing her of her clothes. Her glorious body was better unhindered than he could have imagined, even with the scantily clad outfit he had met her in. A small smirk crossed his lips and she blushed, feeling almost innocent again under his piercing gaze. He pulled her onto the bed and lay down amongst the plush pillows and silky bedcovers. She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto him without any kind of direction and Draco loved it. He grasped her hips and guided her to a rhythm that he knew would get them both off. She took to his guidance with relish and soon felt her body beginning to shake with orgasm. When the sensations took over her very senses she collapsed on his chest breathing heavily, but he wasn't done with her. She felt his chest shake with laughter and a light chuckle sounded near her ear.
"Raquel, did you not notice that I'm far from finished with you yet?" She sat up and stared at him, open mouthed before noticing that he was in fact still rock hard within her. With hardly any effort he flipped her over and lay over her waiting body. He pressed his lips to her, searing her from without as his hot mouth wound its way down to her breasts, plying with her erect nipples before again kissing her, this time harder than before. He looked into her eyes before driving himself into her relentlessly. He saw the small fear that flickered in the depths of green when he started to take her harder than before, but he also saw pleasure blooming and was glad that he had found her. She ran her nails along his back, leaving long red claw marks that would sting later, and wracked her hips into his, driving him deeper. Her moans encouraged him on until he finally felt release. A small groan escaped his lips as he spent himself in her and rolled off.
They both lay relaxed and quiet in each other's company until Draco rolled to reach for his cigarettes. He lit them both a cigarette and handed one to her, allowing her to lay her head on his chest as they both finished smoking. Sleep took them both before long and the aftermath of good sex made their sleep deep and dreamless.
Before the sun broke the horizon, Draco was up, showered, and dressed. It was time to go to Hogwarts. No more shenanigans, he was responsible for the welfare of the future generations and could not afford to dabble in such a vivacious lifestyle. He gazed at the sleeping form of Raquel and wondered if any other man had been able to touch her like he had. Sure, she was paid for it, but that didn't cover up the fact that she wasn't faking anything about last night. His silver eyes danced across her form beneath the silky sheets before he laid a soft kiss on her brow. With a wave of his wand a small pouch of gold Galleons and a note appeared on the nightstand. He looked around his room one last time, feeling no remorse despite the fact that it would be nearly a year before he would find himself back here. Draco shook his head gently and disapparated to Hogsmeade where his belongings had already been sent, ready to take on whatever Hogwarts threw at him, not knowing that even with his best preparation there were things that could set him off kilter.
Several hours later, Raquel woke up and found the room empty. At first she was a bit upset, but then remembered…it was purely pleasure, and business rolled in one. She smiled with the memory of the night before, now she knew exactly what the women at the club were talking about…it was enough to make her want more. Raquel glanced up and saw a small sack and note on the nightstand. She reached for the note first and read it quickly before opening the sack and gasping.
Raquel,
For such an innocent girl, you were amazing. Stick with Alora and Jade, they'll never steer you wrong. Maybe we'll see each other again, until then, Adieu.
-Draco Malfoy
P.S. We never agreed on a set amount for your services, I believe that there is sufficient amount within the money bag. Stay beautiful.
The bag was full to the brim with gold Galleons. She hadn't expected anywhere near this amount for one night. Since she lived modestly enough, it was enough to hold her up for at least two months. She could see it in his eyes that it was highly unlikely he would frequent the Wizard's Club again, but she was ok with that. He broke her into the lifestyle and for once, she had no regrets. Dressing back into her clothes from the night before, she tucked the note and money bag into her purse before apparating back to the club. She blinked in the blinding sunlight before stepping back into the shadows.
I know, I know..you're all wondering when the hell Draco and Hermione are going to run into each other right? Soon enough! I promise! I just wanted to introduce each character first..did you like it? Oh, and even though this chapter was finished extremely soon after chapter one, don't expect them all to be the same way. I'll try and be regular with each chapter..stick with me, please.
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