A/N: Hi all! This chapter begins with some explicit material, don't read if you don't like. The rest of it is fine though, just look for the line of o's. I wasn't going to write any explicit scenes but I didn't think I could illustrate Ron as a depraved git without it. I hope I don't lose anyone for it!

Ron was sprawled on the bed, with a bed sheet draped over his thighs. He watched as smoke swirled above and he took another drag on the cigarette, adding to the chaotic whorls over his head. His mind was pleasantly blank as he lay there. It was usually the case after sex. It was his outlet for all the frustrations and anger he held within him, especially these days. Whenever he felt just a little out of control and wanted rough sex he always called on Daphne. She was sometimes more violent than him and he liked that. She played the perfect little pure blood witch in public, so much so that only a handful of people knew what she was really like. Volatile, angry, foul-mouthed, spontaneous. Those were just a few words he would use to describe her to himself. He chuckled. He loved being in on the secret. Watching her in public, being so polite and lady-like, was a major turn on for him at times. The contrast between her two selves was so extreme. He wondered how she had kept the pretence up for so long without any cracks showing on the surface.

"And just what are you laughing at?"

Daphne stood in the doorway to the bathroom, hands on hips and completely nude. Ron took a moment to leer at her almost perfect body (he'd always thought it was a shame her tits weren't bigger) before replying.

"Nothing much. Just thinking about how you play the lady in public and to your family but really you're a dirty little whore."

He smiled as he said the last part, waiting to see what reaction he would get from her. Surprisingly she didn't react in anger. Instead she threw her head back and laughed.

"Ha! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. You, Mr Weasley, are just as much a whore as I am. A depraved one at that. That's part of the reason I can't wrap my mind around your wanting that pasty witch back. I'll bet all she does is lie there like a corpse when you fuck her. How boring!"

She sauntered over to the bed and crawled up to him to kiss him hard on the lips. She drew back a bit and said," She's got nothing on me baby. I know what you want."

Ron felt himself go hard as he looked her over. He grabbed one of her breasts and tweaked the nipple, making her moan. Their lips met again in a violent clash of tongue and teeth. He could smell her readiness and was about to pull her down onto his cock but she moved right back and rested on her haunches with a sly smile on her face. He growled and reached for her again but she swatted his hands away. She moved, turning her back to him and he thought she was going to leave the bed altogether. Sometimes she liked to arouse him then leave, laughing and saying he could finish himself off.

But this time she wasn't leaving. She simply turned to get onto her hands and knees, her toned butt in the air. She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. It only took him a moment to rise on his knees but before he entered her he had another idea. He grasped her hip with one hand to keep her still as he guided his member to her entrance. He rubbed his head along her slit and she moaned. Daphne tried to move her hips to take him but he stilled her movements and continued to tease her by inserting the head of his cock into her but going no further. He made small movements, revelling in how wet she was. Daphne mewled in frustration and after struggling a bit more she finally begged him.

"Please Ron…fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. Now…..please…"

Her breathless pleading was interspersed with moans and after another pause he slammed into her from behind. She screamed at the impact and he felt her get even wetter, her muscles tightening around his cock. He felt himself grow even harder and he continued to ram into her. He reached around to play with her clit, wanting her to be completely at his mercy. Her breath was coming in little pants as she neared her climax. When she came he felt her pussy clamp around his member, milking him in her orgasm and he came, hard and fast. They lay in a heap of sweaty flesh and tried to get their breath back. He withdrew from her and grabbed for the box of tissues by the bed, wiping up the mess. Daphne flipped over onto to her back and accepted a wad of tissue, placing it between her thighs.

The sweat on her skin glimmered in the light from the bathroom and seemed to make her glow. She was definitely one of the hottest women he had bedded. Her tits were round and perky and her athletic body was toned and trim and able to take any position during sex that he wanted. Her desire for sex was unmatched and she seemed to always be ready and waiting for him to take her, with minimal foreplay to get her ready. He liked that about her. She was low maintenance and extremely horny. If only she could cook, then she would be the perfect woman in his eyes.

He lit a cigarette and handed it to Daphne. She grinned in thanks and puffed away, moving to lean against the headboard as he was. Once he was settled with his own smoke, Daphne spoke.

"You know, I think I will help you with this little plan of yours. I was always a bit miffed that Astoria was the one chosen to marry Draco. She's such a milksop. And she failed at that anyway, no surprise there. Astoria never liked getting her hands dirty and despised mess. I'll bet they only ever had sex once."

She chuckled to herself.

"There's a ball coming up. Narcissa is hosting it at the Manor. I think I might try and play a little interference. She always liked me better anyway. I remember over-hearing mother and Narcissa talking one day in the study. She was worried that Astoria was too much a fragile doll to marry into her family and wouldn't handle the responsibilities so well. Mother just brushed over it and when Narcissa mentioned me as a replacement she was shot down rather quickly. It'd be hilarious if I managed to take the great Malfoy down in the end!"

She laughed out loud and turned to Ron, running a hand playfully up and down his chest and stomach.

"So if you want your darling Hermione back then I'm sure we can work something out."

She stroked his penis and smirked when it began to harden again. Before Ron could react she had stubbed her cigarette out in the ash tray and then was kneeling between his legs with his member in her hand.

"But first we have so many other things to do."

Ron groaned as she took him into her mouth completely. He let his head flop back on the pillows and closed his eyes. They could make plans later, he thought, before all coherent thoughts fled his mind and pleasure invaded.

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"Daphne! What a lovely surprise! Please, come in."

Narcissa waved the girl into the house quickly, completely missing the smirk on the other's lips before it was smoothed away into a bland smile. She looked around the entrance hall, noting how different the place looked since Draco had taken it over. Shadows no longer graced the edges of the room due to some low lighting and she took a moment to observe the artwork on the walls. She turned to the older woman and said," Well, it looks like Draco has made his mark on the house. Have all of the rooms been refurbished?"

Naricssa nodded and gestured to a door on the left.

"You're just in time for tea. It'll be nice to have someone to sit with. I haven't had many visitors yet and I'm so busy with organising the ball I really haven't had time to call on anyone myself."

She shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn't care too much about it anyway and proceeded into what turned out to be a small parlour. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, helping the illuminate everything in the room. A baby grand piano stood in a corner to the left and an enormous fireplace dwarfed the wall to the right. What is it with this house and fireplaces? Daphne wondered. Sure it was a drafty old house and they needed them for warmth and also to access the floo network but it seemed the Malfoys had taken it to the next extreme with decorative carvings and elaborate designs. The parlour fireplace was made from rose coloured marble and had rose briars carved into it. Upon closer inspection, she could spot little dragons hiding within the flowers and thorns. The mantle was bare, no clocks or picture frames sat there but that didn't surprise her. The Malfoys weren't exactly the sentimental type. They protected their family name and reputation fiercely but it didn't mean they wouldn't turn on each other to do so. As they sat down to pour the tea Daphne decided to jump in and begin her meddling.

"Speaking of the ball, I thought you might like some help with planning and all that. I used to help mother all the time so I'm rather practiced at menu planning and decoration decisions. I even considered starting my own business at one point. And I know mother would love to get together with you and chat. She missed you when you lived in Paris."

Narcissa looked thoughtful for a moment as she sipped her drink. Daphne could almost see the exact moment when she decided to accept. She managed to keep the smirk off her face.

"Oh that would be wonderful dear. Now that I think about it, I wonder why I didn't ask for help sooner. The parties your mother held were always so elegant and lovely. And I know you go to a lot of the Ministry balls as well."

She nodded to herself as she thought it through. Daphne wanted to giggle in glee at how easy it had been getting back into the Malfoy circle. The next step was getting to Draco and that would be easy. She had a whole month before she had to deliver to Ron and she was going to take her time, building up the anticipation. She shivered slightly in delight. This was going to be so much fun!

Draco took his time walking up to the front door of The Manor. He wanted to savour his good mood while it lasted and he knew as soon as he entered the house, that he was more than likely going to run into his mother. And they would argue. And he would be tempted to repel her from the house magically and lock her out for good. So he took some time looking at the plants that filled the front garden. He knew that when his parents had married his mother had planned the gardens on the estate and had spent a great deal of time in them too. Then Voldemort had come into being and slowly even that happy pastime for her had been taken away. He supposed the house elves looked after them now since the grounds didn't seem to be unkempt. He made a note to invite Hermione over to have a picnic once the cold weather had passed. He touched the blooms of a white rose bush. She would love the flowers and some of the rare plants would intrigue her. And he simply just wanted to spend a whole day in her company, relaxing in the sunshine. He dawdled until he couldn't delay any longer. He approached the front door and cautiously stepped into the foyer. He was about to hurry into his study when a voice stopped him.

"Draco! How nice to see you again."

He turned on the spot and found Daphne, standing in the doorway to his mother's parlour. It had been years since he had seen her, let alone spoken to her and he was lost for words for a moment as the very male part of his brain took in her slim figure, especially her long shapely legs that were accentuated by the grey pencil skirt she was wearing. He also couldn't stop himself from noticing her nipples pushing against the white silk blouse she was wearing and he briefly wondered if she was wearing a bra before he shut the thought off completely. What was wrong with him? He had only been back in the dating world for two seconds and he was already becoming some sort of disgusting lothario.

"Hello Daphne. I'd love to stop and chat but I really do have some urgent work to attend to."

He made to escape into his study but a very female hand appeared on his arm.

"Surely you can spare a moment or two to have some tea with us? I'm helping your mother plan the upcoming ball and we're having a wonderful time but we could use a break."

As she spoke she steered him around and before Draco knew it he was sitting in the parlour with his mother and Daphne, sipping from a cup of tea. The women were talking about this and that but Daphne made sure to include him in the conversation so he didn't drift away into his own thoughts and be tempted to leave their company. Slowly he felt himself relax and he found he was enjoying listening to the little bits of gossip and other information about the people he used to socialise with. An hour flew by and Draco was only aware of it when he heard the faint chiming of the clock in his study. He made to stand and he noticed that Daphne pouted in his direction, prompting him to explain, though he didn't know why. He could leave whenever he wanted but he still felt bad.

"I should get back to work. I've neglected things a little bit over the last day or so."

Daphne raised an eyebrow.

"Work? What work do you have to do? I thought you were a shameless playboy who spent his days and night drinking and socialising?"

The tone of her voice and smile told Draco she was joking and he returned her smile.

"Well, let's just keep this "work" between us. I'd hate to ruin my image by doing something productive for society."

He stood and said, "I'll leave you ladies to your planning. I'd be of no use anyway. I never had much of a head for parties and such."

He left the room and entered the warm seclusion of his study. He closed the door behind him and nearly made it to his desk before a soft tapping came from behind him. He thought about ignoring it but in the end said," Come in."

The door swung open and Daphne entered the room, looking around curiously. He saw her roll her eyes at the fireplace before she spoke.

"This room certainly looks different. I'm glad to see all the nasty curios are gone. Those shrunken heads always freaked me out."

Draco crossed his arms and waited for her to get to the point. He knew she was here for something, he just hadn't figured it out yet. Where her sister had been bland and submissive, Daphne had always been intelligent and assertive. And just a little bit cunning. She was a Slytherin after all.

She sauntered toward him and stopped just before running into him.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be around a bit, helping your mother and all that. And if you need help with anything, just let me know. And I mean anything Draco." She almost purred his name.

"You shouldn't have to bury yourself in work. A little fun wouldn't hurt."

She smiled as she trailed her fingers up his arm and rested it on his shoulder. A subtle fragrance of vanilla and cinnamon teased his nose and he inhaled her scent without thinking. He leaned forward slightly as she moved in to whisper," We could have a lot of fun together. I always thought you were wasted on Astoria. Someone like you needs a woman with passion and an adventurous spirit. "

She closed the gap between them and pressed her body against him slightly before withdrawing, a smirk on her lips. She swayed her hips as she walked away, completely aware that he was staring at her ass. She paused and looked over her shoulder.

"Just think about it."

And she left the room, her fragrance lingering behind her. Draco stood in a daze, his mind empty of any thoughts for the moment. He shook his head.

"Dammit."

He strode over to the liquor cabinet in the corner and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He downed it in one go and then poured another to sip at his desk. As he sat he willed his erection to go away. The fact that he had one at all was not good. He couldn't just go around being half seduced by another woman when he wanted to make plans with Hermione. The problem was, he couldn't get Daphne's voice out of his head. He had no idea why she was targeting him after all of this time. When he was dating her sister she had come onto him but had given up once he had made it clear that he wasn't the cheating type. And now he knew she must know he was beginning….something…..with Hermione. So the question was why? He could admit that she was tempting. She had the seductress act down perfectly. Her words had made him wonder what kind of 'fun' they could have together. It had been so long since he had had that kind of fun.

He shook his head again.

"Stop it Draco," he murmured to himself," Hermione is the girl for you. Focus on her."

He thought about how she looked when she slept and the cheeky smile on her face that morning and he grinned. Yes, Hermione was definitely the one for him. He managed to focus on his research work but Daphne's fragrance lingered in the air and kept her in his thoughts, perhaps more than she should be.