Wow, I am so sorry for how long this has taken! I swear I'll update tomorrow or sometime really soon to make up for it.
Ok, this chapter is in need of a Warning, so here goes.
Warning: LEMON! (My first attempt- so probably terrible)
As quickly as his father's letters started, they stopped altogether. Draco didn't know what caused the dramatic end to the letters, just that the last one he sent contained the forms in which he, Draco, was named as the head of the Malfoy household.
To say that the transfer of power had been anticlimactic would be an understatement. Draco sat with his mother, they both signed the forms, they glowed blue momentarily and vanished. That was it, the great inheritance of the Malfoy name.
Narcissa was taking the lack of contact rather well considering her dependence upon them mere days before they stopped. Thought this could be accounted for by her diligent work to find the perfect pureblood bride for Draco.
This hadn't gone unnoticed by Draco who was often graced with finding letters strewn about the house from various heads of households regarding him meeting their daughters. He was unnerved one day to find a familiar family crest donning a letter addressed to his mother, he searched in vain for the letter from Mrs. Greengrass but gave up quickly, knowing that his mother would never tell him where she had hidden it or what it had said.
The worry that he would be called down one day and find himself in the company of Astoria Greengrass nagged in the back of his brain for days, and he became utterly suspicious of his mothers letters with Mrs. Greengrass. But, being a Pureblood and a Malfoy, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes keen.
Apparently his eyes were failing him because that is exactly what happened the Thursday following his Saturday trip into Diagon Alley. Well the girl was perhaps different, but the loathing he felt towards her almost made him wish Astoria was the one greeting his mother in the great hall instead of her.
Anna DeCrane. Of course.
How had he not seen this coming, she snaked her way into his mothers mind and she was going to trick her all the way down the aisle. He admired her conniving and recognized her true Slytherin roots, but it didn't make him like her any more.
"Pokey, go fetch Draco please" Narcissa addressed the house elf without glancing down at him, instead kissing Anna's cheeks and leading her into the sitting room she had designated for this very afternoon tea.
It was 2 o'clock and Draco had heard Anna's entrance, he was furious that his mother would take advantage of their afternoon tea to invite such a sleazy girl into their home. His home.
Nevertheless he walked down the grand staircase and into the sitting room, making sure to not look surprised when he saw Anna, who rose and gave him a sly grin behind his mothers back.
"Anna, what a pleasure, I haven't seen you since St. Mungos." He stated as they all took their seats, Draco next to his mother on a light blue sofa and Anna across from them.
"Yes, its been different without you, a strange environment" she said, keeping her voice light and tinkling, a strangely attractive voice, too bad it was faked, "You don't suppose you were entertaining the idea of returning any time soon?"
"Oh no, no Draco will be off to Hogwarts to finish his schooling properly in a few weeks, a shame really, you two have just started to talk too" Narcissa said, sitting ridged on the couch, pretending to be unaware of her sons growing wrath.
"Yes, what a shame" Draco drawled out slowly, raising his cup to his lips and taking a sip, his eyes locked on his mothers.
"Oh, well why don't you tell us about your family Anna" Narcissa prompted, she was probably taking notes with a Quick Quill behind the couch, Draco thought viciously.
Anna smiled fondly, "Father works for the Ministry, he's in charge of the Department of International Wizarding Relations, he works with other countries ministries basically. And Mother stays at home with my siblings. I've got two younger brothers, twins, going into their 5th year at Hogwarts actually"
"Lovely, I don't recall seeing them at the Greengrass Ball?" Narcissa said with a pleasant smile on her face, sipping at her tea as well.
"Oh, no they weren't in attendance, minor case of Dragon Pox I'm afraid, mother and I have been staying elsewhere so that we don't catch it you see" she said, this time her face lit up with a sweet but sharp smile, one that had even Draco captivated, if only for a second.
He blinked a few times, quickly clearing the haze that overtook him momentarily. She wasn't that attractive, sure she had a killer body and long blond hair that would feel wonderful to tangle his hands into, but she was just so repulsive on the inside, he couldn't even bare to think about her that way… Could he?
"-Isn't that right Draco?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, of course" he said, realizing he had spaced out of the conversation, not knowing what he was agreeing to in the slightest.
Anna rose and gave him a brilliant smile and Narcissa gave him and look, "Well darling?"
"Sorry?" he asked weakly, suddenly fearing what he had just inadvertently agreed to.
"The walk Draco, go show her the grounds. Merlin you need to listen more carefully" she said slowly her voice strained with impatience.
Draco stood up slowly, not wanting to walk around the grounds with Anna at all, in fact he would rather battle a hippogriff with his hands tied behind his back blindfolded then show the snake of a girl around his manors grounds.
Nevertheless he held out his arm and she slipped hers through it, she kept her voice and steps dainty until they were outside the house and far enough that Narcissa couldn't hear a thing. Then she looked up at him with seduction written all over her face.
He ignored the way she was looking at him, and his sudden desire to shag her, it had been entirely too long since he had a decent (or any) shag, and it was becoming painfully aware to him from the tightening in his pants.
Anna noticed too apparently because she let her hand cup his length through his pants and squeeze in a teasing manner. Draco let out an involuntarily groan, his eyes traveling to the back of his head for a second before he threw whatever had previously been in his mind out of the window, this was happening and it was happening now.
He picked up his pace, dragging Anna along a hidden path and into a more secret and somewhat private area of the gardens that had a small fountain and large willow trees that created the perfect canopy for what he had in mind. There were hedges that blocked the view from the terraces of the manor into the small area and it was relatively quite other than the trickle of the water in the fountain.
Her lips found his and they kissed roughly, not giving a care for the feeling, just needing the contact and progression. His tongue shoved its way into her mouth and swirled around, and his hands found the different places on her body, first her stomach, her sides and her breasts, then down to her thighs and up into her wet center. His hands traveled back up to her breasts and cupped them harshly, finding the nipple already erect through her robes.
Roughly he shoved her against the tree and started to do away with the layers keeping her breasts away from his mouth. Getting impatient he tore away the rest of the top shirt and took in the sight of her red lace clad breasts bobbing slightly in front of him.
Taking only a minute to appreciate them he ripped the bra off as well, tossing it carelessly away, not even registering the plunk as it landed in the fountain. He took each breast in his hands and flicked his thumb over the nipple hard.
Anna's moans drove him to take the right nipple into his mouth and suck hard, taking breaks to roughly bite down then soothe with his hot tongue. His hand was kneading the left breast and Anna had arched into him and was near screaming.
He pulled away briefly to cast a silencing charm around them, so that the house elves didn't disturb their… fun?
The hand that had previously held her breast moved down her fit body and into her knickers, finding her clit easily he started to rub it in circles harshly, and she clutched onto him, shaking with pleasure and screaming his name, he slipped two fingers into her folds and slammed them into her as hard as he could, he repeated this fast for less then 30 seconds before he felt her walls clamping around his fingers and she pulled him close, latching her mouth onto his again.
They kissed sloppily and without a care, as she writhed between him and the great willow, and he swallowed her screams of pleasure. When she was finished and had regained her breath she sank to her knees this time forcing him to lean against the tree, his chest still covered with a dark gray shirt.
Her fingers undid his belt with practiced expertise and she looked up at him from under her eye lashes, this made him grow impossibly harder as he kicked off his trousers and boxers and her hand found his shaft.
She started to work him meticulously, sliding her hand up and down, licking up his shaft once to coat it in wetness so she could use her hands more effectively. Eventually she included her breasts, pressing them together around him and letting him slide between them with his precum and her thin coat of saliva as the only lubricant.
Draco felt closer to the edge now but it wasn't until Anna took him in her mouth and started to bob her head, keeping her eyes on his face the whole time that he felt himself start to unravel.
She continued her ministrations, sliding up and down his shaft, occasionally taking as much as she could before chocking and having to moved back, then working the head with care, swirling her slick tongue around it and all the way along his shaft.
He was so close when she started to massage his balls and he groaned one final groan and came into her mouth, Anna, the slag that she was, swallowed it all and made a show of it as well. On any normal day Draco would have been less then impressed but this little show she was putting on just helped to get him hard all over again.
She grinned up at him slyly as he tried to control his breathing while also control his continued raging hard on. He groaned again as she rose slowly and pushed her body against his, but he changed their positions, spinning her around so that her back was against the tree again.
He lifted her right leg and shoved himself into her hot wetness, not giving her any time to prepare for his length. They both moaned as he filled her to the hilt and she screamed when he started to move inside her. He didn't give her any time to adjust to his length and thickness, and honestly he was huge.
Instead he thrusted into her as her hands wound around his neck and they created a sloppy but hard rhythm with their hips, crashing together and moaning, then pulling apart. Repeated until they were both close to screaming.
It wasn't enough, so he gripped her hips tightly and spun her around, pulling completely out of her for a second, "Hands on the tree, stick out your arse" he demanded savagely. He let his hand collide with her ass once, leaving a hard red mark that was shaped somewhat like his hand.
Anna complied and Draco plunged into her from behind, griping her hips as he drove faster and harder then even before. From the sounds she was making this was a good position for the both of them, so he deiced to ride it out this way. He started to thrust harder on her commands, driving deeper into her with every thrust. He shut his eyes tightly and began to groan with the increasing speed.
It was hot and he was approaching the edge quickly, so he reached between them to find her swollen clit, as soon as he touched it she screamed out and orgasmed around him, the feeling of her walls clenching around him made Draco grit his teeth.
He fucked her through her orgasm until she was jelly in his arms before he let himself cum into her, pumping until he was finished and groaning loudly as he did so, then he stepped back, sliding himself out of her and trying to control his breathing.
Anna kept a tight grip on his shoulders and he made no move to pry her off, simply because he was too tried to bother with her complaints. He was leaning over her against the tree and she latched onto her so she didn't slide to the ground as she caught her breath and tried to get her limbs to work again.
They didn't say a word as they cleaned themselves with magic and repaired torn and soaking wet clothing, redressing and fixing appearances as best as they could manage. Anna was still flushed and grinning and Draco's usually impeccably crisp clothing was wrinkled and his hair was disorientated. He didn't bother with either, opting instead to hide from his mother until he was showered and changed.
As they walked back to the house Draco let Anna grip his arm, knowing what it looked like and what is probably felt like for her, but he just didn't have the energy to tell her off. He prayed to god that his mother didn't see them walking into the house this way or she would surely have his head.
He walked her to the door and didn't say a word to her as she left, she didn't bother trying to get him to speak, and she was too busy wearing her satisfied and very smug grin. The grin that before had turned Draco on now made him feel sick to his stomach.
What had he done? At first he wanted to roll his eyes and shrug it off, it was just a shag. Who cares?
Well there were many things that went through Draco's mind; his mother's wrath if she were ever to find out, Anna's almost guaranteed newfound obsession, and the strangest of them all, his guilt.
Draco hadn't the faintest idea why he felt guilty, Anna had thrown herself at him, and it wasn't his fault for shagging a girl so desperate that she allowed him to not say a word to her afterward.
Draco just prayed that this was the end of Anna; he knew of course, that it could only get worse from where it was. He sighed and pulled his hand through his hair, and then overcome with felling completely dirty, he walked up the stairs to shower and possible lock himself away to ponder his newfound guilt.
Was it really guilt or fear? No, he was not afraid of the petite blonde that had successfully seduced him. She would fear him if she had any inclination that any of that would ever happen again. No, it was guilt. That much he was sure of, the reason behind this newfound and suspiciously mysterious guilt he had no idea of. And that was fine with him, so he chose to ignore it and move on.
He passed the house elf in the hallway, who stared at him with wide eyes, Draco didn't bother looking but the house elf knew that he couldn't say anything to Miss Narcissa… unless she asked that is.
Ok, how terrible was the Lemon?