I was standing in the corner of the Slytherin common room with a plastic cup in my hand. Somehow Ginny had managed to talk me into coming to the party Slytherin was throwing. She had also squeezed me into a tight red dress that hugged my curves and left very little to the imagination. Ginny was currently flirting with Blaise and needed someone to come to the party with, that's where I came in. I'd given in, after all I figured it would be nice to let go for a change. Everyone thought I was some innocent prissy prude, but I was far from it.
I took a swig from my cup as I surveyed the room, it was dark and there were disco style lights floating around the ceiling. The bass from the music was rocking the whole place as a mass of drunk bodies gyrated against each other in the space that had been cleared in the middle of the room for a dance floor.
Ginny had disappeared a while ago with Blaise, leaving me on my own. I'd been standing in the corner too long, it was time to have some fun. I threw back the rest of my drink and with the liquid courage in my system I walked up to the first guy I came to with the intention of asking to dance.
I place my hand on the bulging bicep covered in black silk of the tall lean figure in front of me. At my touch, the guy turns his attention to me and I am met with the grey eyes of none other than the Prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.
Upon seeing me, his expression quickly changes from hot and flirty to confusion. "What the hell do you want Granger?" Malfoy asks, trying to act unaffected when I know he feels the same warmth spreading through him at the small contact of my hand on his arm. Draco and I have been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long and it's time to change that. I don't miss the way his cool grey eyes scan over my body appraisingly.
I lean in closer so my chest is just barely presses against his so I can whisper in his ear, "You." I pull back to see Draco's shocked expression, his mouth is hanging slightly open. His grey eyes are darker than a moment ago at the suggestiveness in my response. He is speechless, which doesn't happen often at all. I smile up at him as I finish my statement, "To dance with me," I say with a wink as I squeeze his bicep, it's hard under my fingers.
"How drunk are you, Granger?" Draco finally finds his words as he looks at me apprehensively. There is no doubt that there is chemistry between us and it's obvious that we both feel it, but Draco is surprised that I am acting on it after all of this time of ignoring it. Frankly, so am I.
I laugh as I place my other hand on his firm chest. "Not nearly drunk enough if you're going to talk," I sass. Honestly, I've had two drinks. I'm barely even tipsy, but I may as well use the supposed drunkness to my advantage. "Dance with me Draco," I smile up at him as I let my hand travel down his chest and over the hard muscles of his abs, I feel his muscles clench as my hand passes over them. I smile at his most likely unconscious reaction to being touched by me. It makes me what to see him in all of his glory even more, I've imagined it, but I want to see the real thing.
Draco just nods as his eyes rake over my body one more time before he turns me around and places his large warm hands on my waist and pulls me closer. I fall back against him as I start to move to the beat, brushing against him in all the right ways.
We dance like this for a few more minutes and I can tell Draco is enjoying it as much as I am, the proof is pressed against my lower back. I press back harder against him and bring my arms up over my head lacing them around his neck. Draco growls in my ear at the added pressure before cursing, "Dammit Granger," and attaching his lips to the creamy flesh of my neck. He lays open mouth kisses along the column of my neck, occasionally nipping at the flesh as I move to give him better access. I am completely lost in the sensation of Draco's lips on me and his body pressed firmly and sensuously against me. Every little touch sends shock waves of pleasure through my body, building up the anticipation of what is to come.
Draco sucks on my neck and I know he's marking me, but that makes this whole thing even hotter. I want Draco to mark me, in every possible way and I am about to tell him this when he pulls his lips away from my neck. I start to protest when his hands leave my waist and he grabs my hand before saying in my ear in a husky voice, "Let's get out of here."
I look over my shoulder and meet his now almost charcoal grey eyes and nod in agreement. There is nothing I want more than to get out of here with Draco. I want him in every sense of the word, no matter how much I may regret it in the morning. At this moment I don't really care, I'm finally going to give in to what I have wanted for years.
Draco pulls me through the crowd and up the spiraling staircase that leads to his dormitory. When we make it to the landing, he turns me to him and captures my lips in a hot passionate kiss, his tongue licking against my lips asking for entrance. I grant it as I wrap my fingers through his white-blonde hair and pull him even closer. Draco blindly leads me down the hallway and to his room, pressing me against the wood of the door. His hands are all over my body and his body is pressed up against mine as close as possible, I can't get enough. His hands move down to the back of my thighs and he murmurs, "Jump," into my mouth. I obey and I wrap my legs around his slim waist as he supports my weight and continues to kiss me with a fiery passion.
Before I know it, we are in his room and he is dropping me onto the silky grey sheets. When my back hits the mattress I am all too aware that Draco is no longer pressed against me. Instead he is staring down at me, taking in every inch of me with his hungry grey eyes. I take this time to let my eyes rake up and down his hot body. His black button down shirt has the top three buttons undone, revealing sexy pale skin and his tight black pants are straining to contain his considerable assets. I bite my lip in anticipation as I look back up to his grey eyes. The look in them is almost enough to send me over the edge.
"Damn you're gorgeous," Draco mutters before following me onto the bed. He's on top of me and I can't think of a place that I'd rather be at this moment than under his soft yet hard body.
Draco's lips descend upon mine again and I am lost. Everything is a blur of passion as clothes are shed and skin touches skin. Moans fill the air as we move together in the race to reach the glorious end. Before I know it, Draco is sending me over the edge and I am filled with absolute euphoria. Draco sure as hell knows what he's doing and he uses it to bring me to pleasures I've never experienced before.
When we both come down from our highs, Draco mumbles, "Damn Granger, you're not as innocent as everyone believes."
I prop myself up on my elbows on Draco's chest and smile, "Hasn't any one ever told you not to judge a book by it's cover Draco?" I ask, batting my eyelashes innocently.
In response, Draco just captures my lips again and I fall willingly into his embrace. I don't care if I'll regret this in the morning, all I want right now is Draco. When the sun rises, I'll deal with the consequences. I might as well make the most of it while it lasts.
I'm playing with fire and I know I am going to end up getting burned, the questions is when?