Present day:
Draco Malfoy was proud man even after the war. He apologized, he made reparations, he made amends, but he was still a proud man. No doubt he was proud of his looks. The Black family genes combined with the Malfoy genes were quite handsome and regal. He had kept up with Quidditch and his body filled out in a muscular way while still being lean. He knew he was attractive to any witch and even some wizards. He was proud of his businesses and his investments which he turned around after the war to be legitimate and successful. He was proud of the way he took responsibility for his actions in the war and proud of the way he'd changed his view on muggleborns since the war. He was proud of his new acquaintances, or friends as he loosely called them to himself, and proud of his parents for the way they were slowly changing their views before his eyes. Even if it was a very slow process. He was not however, proud of his love life.
He may have changed his political and social opinions but he was still a workaholic, egotistical, selfish, closed off man on the inside. His looks and name got him far but on the inside he felt unloveable and afraid that he would wind up alone. It would be worse to be in a loveless marriage but being alone was still pretty damn bad. The pureblood women he dated were either boring little trophy wives in the making without a thought or opinion of their own, or they were cunning manipulative psychos that still believed in the sacred 28 and all that entails not to mention the likelihood of them being able to be married with the marriage law were very slim. Almost all the purebloods were saturated toward dark magic. He tried to date a few muggleborns, but they were unable to trust him or see past the war. That left halfbloods, which was okay, but so far no one held his interest past one night of pleasure. He hadn't been on a second date with a woman since before the war. So he threw himself into work changing the Malfoy family businesses to be honorable while still successful. He also focused on his friends and new acquaintances he'd developed since the war. Namely his friendship with Harry Potter. Or rather, his roommate Harry Potter.
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One year after the war:
"Ron, it's fine. We tried to make it work and it just doesn't. You don't have to feel guilty. Neither one of us is happy. I understand you want to be single and explore that. It doesn't bother me. In fact, I've wanted to travel ever since seeing my parents. I'm going to take this year and leave. We will write. We'll be best friends, and you'll be free to date whomever you want. I want you to date. I want you to find someone you love passionately."
"You're really okay with this? I don't want to lose your friendship."
"I understand where you and Harry are coming from. There was so much pressure on us. All the time! I want to be free too."
"And you really want to travel alone?"
"Yes. Well, I know Ginny will meet me for a few weeks, and Luna too. It will be nice to be alone though. To gain some peace. To not have to fight all the time. I am going to read so many god damn books Ron."
"Okay." He laughed, "I still love you Hermione, you know."
"I know. I do too. We're just not in love with each other."
"Yeah. You're right. My mom is going to kill me."
"Just don't bring your slags to her house and I'm sure she'll be fine."
He hugged her and then left through the floo, taking his box of stuff with him as he went. She allowed herself one tear for their broken relationship and then quickly wiped it and got to work. She intended to travel for one year, little did she know it would end up being 3.
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The night of the dark party:
The ministry created dark parties almost as soon as the marriage law went into affect. The idea was that witches and wizards had a choice to be matched at a party held once a month. If you entered the party a magical contract was immediately in affect. Your magical aura would seek out another compatible magical aura that consisted of one dark magical field and one light magical field of greater than 85% compatibility.
If you were matched at the party, you had to be married within the year. If you chose not to be matched at the parties or if you didn't find your match at the party, you would get put on a list. You had to go down to the ministry for all sorts of tests and then wait for them to match you. The last option was to date like normal, fall in love, and then seek out a marriage license by the time you're 35, knowing that it's possible you will be unable to marry the person you love if your magical fields don't balance out. Hermione thought the party was the least painful option. Especially since Harry seemed quite pleased after he went. Even if Ginny was heartbroken.
The redhead stepped out of the floo and surveyed Hermione's outfit with a frown.
"It's like you're trying to be single forever," Ginny replied.
Ginny was wearing a deep turquoise silk dress that left little to the imagination.
"Merlin Ginny! What kind of underwear are you wearing, that dress is practically a naked dress."
"Hermione, you don't need to bother with underwear when you have magic. Nothing will slip out unless I want it too." She grinned.
Come to think of it, she wasn't even the least bit surprised that Ginny ended up having a bit more dark magic in her than light. Even if it was 51%. Apparently being possessed by Lord Voldemort leaves a mark on your soul forever.
"Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean you haven't spoken to Harry since the ministry meeting. Are you sure you're ready to go to a dark party? It could potentially throw you into a relationship and contract that you're not ready for. I mean you could be married within a year. To someone who is NOT Harry."
"I'm sure Hermione, I need to move on. I still love Harry, but if we can't be together then I will create a life with someone else. Now go into the bathroom while I pick out a proper dress for you. I knew I'd need these." She grinned pulling out the dresses she brought.
"Ginevra Weasley, I am wearing some damn underwear, so find me a dress that works with that."
"Fine but Mr. handsome dark wizard you'll be matched with would prefer you without it."
"How do you know he'll be handsome. The law doesn't say, it will find me the sexiest wizard, it says compatible. I could end up with Gregory Goyle."
She pulled the next dress off the rack. It was a deep plum color with sheer cutouts, but at least she could wear a decent bra with it.
"If you think you're compatible with Gregory fucking Goyle, you're insane. Now are we even going to mention the possibility that Theo will be there?"
"Ginny! How dare you say his name. I'm already nervous enough. You know he'll never forgive me, and I'm not even sure if I want him to."
"Well, I still don't understand why you left him in the middle of your holiday, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the most romantic place in the world, without a word, or a note. I'd be furious if I were him. I know for a fact he wrote you letters."
"I'll have you stay out of my room from now on! And stay out of business that doesn't concern you!" She shouted, pointing in her face as she stepped out of the bathroom and zipped up her dress.
"That's more like it!" Ginny whistled. Circling Hermione like a vulture.
"Now give me that atrocious mop of a head so that you don't embarrass yourself around all the sexy Slytherins."
"First off, how do you know I will end up with a Slytherin. YOU, ended up being considered a dark witch and you're in Gryffindor! And you fought for the damn light in the war. I could end up with Seamus or Neville, or even some brainy Ravenclaw which is far more likely than a snake!"
"It's not MY fault Voldemort turned me into a slightly dark wizard so don't go throwing that in my face! And I think you'll end up with a snake because you ALREADY were in love with one for goodness sakes, and he was perfect for you. Besides, fate wouldn't put you with a Ravenclaw, that would be the most boring relationship alive. You would live in a library and never have good sex."
20 minutes of arguing later Hermione and Ginny stepped out of the floo. The building was in Knockturn Alley. They were renovating them all since the war but the darkness seemed to linger in the air. Her heart rate picked up as she stepped towards the doorman.
"Sign here," he said. Ahh yes, the magical contract. She signed the list and stepped inside. The room was of course mostly dark. There were stations lit up on the side with pulsing blue firelight, the drink station, the food, the couches. The ceiling lit up with tiny fireflies and glowing clouds.
Music shook the floor vibrating the colorful musical notes into the air. Red, yellow, purple, blue, green, etc. Each note had a color and left an iridescent swirl in its path. The magic of the notes beckoned people onto the dance floor, tightly pushing bodies together as they moved. Everyone else was shadows and movement. No faces could be seen only flashes of an arm, a leg, a shoulder, a collarbone, lips, a tongue, breasts. Everything was seductive and when a music note hit her, she felt a lingering warmth in its wake.
She stepped further into the room. Towards the drink station. Surprise flitted her face when she noticed the sign by the punch bowl.
"One drink per person"
She tried to grab two, one for her and one for Ginny, when a red smacking light whipped her hand reaching for the second glass. How odd. You would think the ministry would want to get people drunk in order for the matches to be better received.
Ginny walked up grabbing her drink by the punch bowl.
"Must be some sort of potion, if they're only allowing one per person."
"At least they're large drinks," Ginny replied taking a few sips.
Hermione drank hers quickly needing to relax. She was nervous about the wizards she would come across tonight. Her palms we sweating and she hoped this one drink would get her drunk to calm her nerves. Before she knew what was happening, a soft glow emitted from the base of her neck. It felt warm and lifegiving as it traveled out of her body while still remaining connected to her. It was moving across the room, enticing her to follow. She felt a horrible loneliness as it left her, like her whole self was missing.
"I think your match is here," spoke Ginny eagerly pushing her toward the aura and following behind. Hermione finished her drink and set it down, then she stepped towards the light quickly catching up to it.
It stopped suddenly right in front of a person. Slowly illuminating the wizard under her aura's light. He was wearing stylish dress robes that obviously cost a pretty penny. They were a deep grey that reminded her of steel. The robes showed off a very fit stomach and chest. He was broad. Too broad for Theo and her heart sank. Her eyes traveled up his chest to his masculine neck and sharp jaw. Merlin, he was quite sexy after all. Thank goodness there was that. Her eyes continued up to full lips and nice nose, and piercing silver eyes.
Draco Malfoy looked at her in surprise as his own aura met Hermione and thrummed next to the base of her neck. The auras danced softly next to each of them, seeming pleased to find their match. Then the auras moved back toward one another and met in the middle glowing closer and closer together until they abruptly combined sending light waves out across the room in a powerful display of magic. The light pierced her and she barely caught herself before she fell. He seemed to be much affected in the same way.
"Well fuck!" Said Hermione, grabbing Ginny's drink and downing the majority.
"Sorry, but I need it more than you," she whispered to a surprised Ginny.
Ginny pushed her again, this time towards a stunned wizard gaping at her with wide silver eyes.
"Go Hermione, I'll see you later." Ginny quickly left. Ginny was shocked but secretly pleased for her friend. Perfect match indeed.
Hermione and Draco were connected by their auras. She tried to move and was pulled back towards him, with a crash. Tumbling into his arms and knocking him down on top of her.
"Damnit Malfoy! You spilled your drink all over me!"
He paused to take in her words, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and trying to dab the drink away. His handkerchief came back dry and he looked up at her confused before a horrified look overtook Malfoy's face as he screamed at her, "we've got to get you out of here now!"
"What? Why? I'm not leaving with you!"
"Granger! It's a lust potion. You drank yours, and I saw you drink most of Ginny's. Mine spilled on you and it absorbed in your skin. Come on! Trust me you don't want to be here when the potion kicks in."
He sprinted toward the floo, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him.
Draco immediately flooed her to his apartment. "Hermione are you okay?" She barely acknowledged the use of her first name. She felt dizzy and all of a sudden drunk with lust. She felt buzzed with pleasure. What a nice potion. It made her feel quite warm and slightly giddy inside. She looked at him and all she could think of was his hot body hidden beneath those tight dress robes. Gods he was fit.
Seems strange that she was so horrified a moment ago. This was clearly the perfect match, he was her wizard, obviously, the Ministry was a genius. She should write them a thank you note tomorrow. Why was he still wearing clothes? Why was she? That was stupid, her dress needed to come off immediately. How else was he supposed to touch her?
"Draco, I can feel the potion working. What do you know about it?"
"I know that you're about to be turned on and very sexual towards me and that you'll need multiple orgasms from me to stop the potion with the amount you consumed. I know that if you try to take care of things yourself, you will be unable to orgasm and drive yourself insane, and the longer you resist, the more orgasms you'll need to stop the potion."
She stared at him blankly. Orgasms? When was the last time she had an orgasm? Had it been a year? Oh an orgasm! Yes, that's exactly what she wanted. Her eyes darkened with desire. Turning to look at the surly blond.
"Well, lets get on with it then, you certainly seem attractive at the moment" she started to undress herself and rub her hands across her curves. Slowly unzipping her dress. Already feeling a deep desire for him to take her on every surface of his apartment. She wondered if he had a washing machine? She had fond memories of doing it on a washing machine.
"Hermione, I promise you I will keep this as respectful as possible. Take off your clothes"
Respectful? Why did he want respectful sex? Was he trying to have a vanilla bloody shag with her? Did he think she was a vanilla witch who wanted to do it in missionary the rest of her life?
"What do you mean respectful?"
"I'm going to get you off without having sex with you. Now lay on the couch and take off your clothes"
What? No sex? How disappointing, that's literally all she could think about and now it was forbidden. Oh forbidden. He was so forbidden. Draco Malfoy couldn't be touched. The Slytherin pureblood prince out to sully himself with the mudblood golden girl. They had to meet in secret. No one could know. He would bring her to hotels when he traveled and she would wear a pair of large sunglasses obscuring her face. A long trench coat with nothing underneath… or maybe some lingerie from France. In deep emerald green. The Slytherin color as a surprise for the tryst. With a lacy bra and a…
"But I really think sex is the way to go don't you? It will feel so good." She said. Why would a man turn down sex? That made no sense. Perhaps seduction was in order. Maybe he liked it to feel so wrong before he gave in and…
She was caressing his chest suggestively as she slipped off the top of her dress exposing her bra.
"That's the potion taking." He cursed himself for being a gentleman, begging his eyes to keep looking at her face.
"Just look at her face," he said to himself. Bloody Gryffindors and their boldness. He needed to distract her and get this over with or they would be here all night and he doubted he would be able to say no for that long.
Suddenly he said a spell and his wand started to vibrate.
"Mother of Merlin Malfoy!" Her eyes were wide as he brought his wand towards her.
"A vibrating wand, how innovative" she thought. What other surprise magical devices for sex were there she wondered. What else could he do with his wand?
"Just a little trick I picked up." He told her. He pushed her onto his couch and vanished her clothes. No time to admire the view.
"Eyes on her face, eyes on her face," he repeated to himself. Using his hands to find the right spot he cursed himself because now he was essentially feeling her up and his cock hardened in his pants. She felt amazing. Could he get away with touching her a little bit more? Damnit no! She would kill him if he got carried away tonight and now he had to bloody marry her. Best not to start things off on the wrong foot.
He pressed the vibrating wand against her core, seeking out her clit and she bucked up in response. He had never seen anything more arousing in his life.
"Damn this potion. Damn this potion." He internally shouted. She was thrusting and shaking and rotating her hips into HIS wand and he almost couldn't take the throb of his cock as she moved. Over and over and over.
"DRACO!"
One little word almost had him naked. His resolve fell. He looked down. Why Merlin did he look down? Her breasts, heaving, perfectly pink pebbled nipples erect, teasing his fingers and mouth and teeth, her thin curves begging to be touched, her hips he wanted to grab with his hands, her legs athletic and smooth, her thighs, with his mouth he could… her… Gods her pussy!
Why had he never noticed this sexy goddess before. He wanted to be the one to make her come and scream. Now he had to wait and not touch her while she begged for him too. The world was cruel for Draco Malfoy.
"Draco! Draco! Malfoy!"
His eyes snapped up and he looked into her eyes again. They were pleading with him.
"I want you to put your mouth on my nipples. Please! It will help me come. Then start sucking slowly teasing me with your tongue before biting me gently, over and over again, and when I say harder. Damnit I mean harder!"
He was taken aback by her forwardness. He expected her to be quiet and shy. He thought she was inexperienced. Clearly not. Never had he expected she would tell him exactly what she needed and wanted.
He was much obliged to put his mouth on her, even if she would hate him for this tomorrow. Hell tomorrow was worth the Heaven tonight. He couldn't help himself. The little pink pebble was hard in his mouth and tasted perfect. He sucked on the first one, while squeezing the other. He thought she was going to lift off the couch she was so responsive. He leaned into the couch thrusting into it for some relief and friction.
"YES. DRACO! More!"
He sucked, and licked, and gently bit her until she was practically creaming his wand. He could tell she was very close, and his cock ached in jealously.
"Harder Draco!" He bit her harder feeling her start to tense more against his wand.
"KISS ME!" She shouted.
"What?"
"Kiss me Draco, NOW!"
He drew upon her wet lips with his own, pausing before he gave into her cries. She kissed him back, soft, sweet, and eager. He never wanted to stop kissing her. Merlin! He could kiss these sweet lips every day for the rest of his life. Their tongues circling each other, her teeth biting his lip, his fingers pulled at her nipples and his wand vibrated into her clit. His cock thrust into the couch blaming him that it wasn't in her sweet wonton pussy. Then he knew, she was coming and coming hard.
"YES! YES! YES! I'm coming!" She shouted before her body went still. Breathing deeply, her lips still ghosting his.
"Thank you Draco," she breathed. Now take off your pants and do it again."