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Chapter 6

Draco entered the King residence, dusting the ashes off his clothes. Apparating inside was never allowed. The King's and all their stupid rules; that's what got him in this mess in the first place. He thought back to the meeting that took place three months ago:

The two men sat across from each other. The older man analyzed the younger one. He took in all his features, from his bleach blonde hair, the tailored suit he wore, down to his shiny black dress shoes. He contemplated what he had just heard then he nodded, "Very well, Mr Malfoy. I am in agreement. Our companies will merge. We will become one, but you see, my company is more than just a business. It is family."

"As is mine, sir.

"Excellent. Then you understand."

"Of course, sir. "

Mr King stood up and extended his hand, "I will, of course have to talk to her, but I don't see a problem. She has always thought you very handsome. Sapna will be thrilled."

Draco frowned, "Who is Sapna?"

Mr King smiled, "My daughter of course... and the future Mrs. Malfoy."

Draco coughed, "Excuse me?"

Mr King raised an eyebrow, "I thought you understood... My company will remain with my family. If you want to merge, then you must become family."

Draco almost choked. Marry Sapna King? She was the most scandalous witch of the decade. Her reputation almost preceded his own. He couldn't marry her, could he? He could walk out and refuse... but the company he built would crumble. All his hard work would have been for nothing. No. That wasn't going to happen. He composed himself, signature smirk on, as he shook the other man's hand, "Of course. I would be honored."

Draco looked around the room, "Sapna?"

She was nowhere in sight. Why would she call him over if she wasn't even home. Did she think he had nothing better to do? He walked back towards the fireplace- thump thump thump

"Nana?"

A woman giggled. Was she hiding? He wasn't in the mood for games. He walked up the stairs, following the noise. The thumping intensified and he got closer to her room; the door was open. He stopped in front of it and looked in.

Sapna was pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around a lean dark body. Her new dress was pulled down to her waist allowing her breasts to bounce against the stranger's chest. He was pounding into her hard. She moaned and squeaked as he continued to thrust into her. The stranger looped his arms under both her knees, placing his hands against the wall for support. She was spread wide open for him. Her nails dragged painfully up and down his back, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He was grunting, head buried in her neck. She opened her eyes and smiled at Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes and walked back downstairs. He stepped into the fire and flooed home.

/

Hermione woke to a tap on her window. She rubbed her eyes; the most beautiful bird was staring right back at her. She hurried to open the window.

"Hello beautiful. Where did you come from?"

It squawked at her, offering a package tied to its leg. She untied it and the bird flew away. She squinted at the package:

Ella

There was an envelope attached. She examined it carefully. Owen would not be happy if he knew she was opening an unaddressed package. Hermione flipped over the envelope to find that it was sealed with a beautiful gold crest. She ran her fingers over it, causing it to activate:

Hello again. I heard you lost your phone. That must be why, um hum (he cleared his throat), you haven't returned my calls. No matter. I bought you a new one. I hope it is to your liking. Anyways,

I live in a place called Malfoy Manor. Yes it is an actual manor. What do you muggles call it... Oh yes, a mansion. I suppose you do too. You are rich after all.

I don't have any pets. I never cared much for animals. All that shedding and such.

What else... I went to school in a place called Hogwarts. Have you heard of it?

Click.

/

Sapna strolled into the Manor. Her fingers traced the curve of Draco's armchair, "Enjoy the show?"

He didn't look up, "I hate reruns."

She laughed, "Oh that wasn't a rerun, but I wouldn't mind doing it again, if you want to watch. Maybe this time you will stay until the end. It was very climatic."

Draco rolled his eyes, "I doubt that I would enjoy it. Anyways, I have made progress with Ella."

She walked around the chair and stood in front of him, "You really don't give a shit about me, do you?"

He continue to flip through the morning news, "She will be putting on a show next week. Shall I attend?"

She was shaking with anger, "I wouldn't have to fuck other people, if you fucked me, instead of those whores." She was almost spitting in his face.

He turned the page, "Do whatever you want." He didn't care. She could fuck the entire world, he just needed to save his company.

She ripped the paper out of his hands, "Oh, you mean like you do. At least people don't talk about me."

It was his turn to laugh, "Is that what you really think?" He stood, towering over her, "Everyone knows more about what goes on between your legs than your underwear does."

Slap

Red. Draco saw red.

She screamed at him, "At least I'm not some whore who lets her boss fuck her then fire her."

"At least they get paid for it," he snarled.

She raised her hand again, Draco caught it. He twisted it around her back and held her against his chest, "You wish you were them, so that I would touch you. Don't you Nana?"

She struggled against him. "Maybe if I do this," he used his free hand to grope her breast hard, lowering his lips to her ears, "I bet you would be wet right now," he pinched her nipples, "Shall we see?"

His hands moved down her stomach to the bottom of her skirt. He pulled it up and stroked her through her panties. She moaned as he rubbed her clit. She was wet. So wet.

"Open your legs." He purred, "I've already paid for your cunt too. Maybe I should make use of what I paid for. Would you like that?" He reached his hand inside of her soaked underwear and parted her lips.

Her knees were beginning to give out. She couldn't breathe properly. She could feel his hardness against her back.

He inserted two fingers into her, "Such a horny little slut. This is what you wanted, right? To be treated like a whore."

His thrusts were shallow, "Like one of my sluts.."

She nodded and he thrusted harder. She wiggled against him. He didn't release his hold, instead he twisted her arm harder and bit down on her neck, exciting a scream from her, "Was last night not enough for you? Did your lover not fuck you hard enough?"

She was whining now. He took her bottom lobes into his mouth and sucked slowly. Her body was trembling. She slumped against him, grinding her buns into him.

He walked back until he hit a wall, falling against it, still holding her.

She screamed as he pumped his fingers faster, "You can fuck whoever you want, but I know that it's my face you're imagining.

He curved his fingers, hitting her perfectly, "It's my dick you wish was ramming your cunt." She threw her head back against his chest, riding his fingers.

"But you know what?" He pulled his fingers out just as she was about to explode, "You're not who I think about and you never will be."

He let her arm go and pushed her away, wiping her juices on his pants leg, "I think I will go to the show."