The American

Malfoy Manor.


Throughout the remainder of the week, Narcissa and I began to grow closer. It was almost as if she was replacing the mother figure I desperately needed in my life at my age. Giving me advice about school, boys, and of course magic.

She would tell me stories about her and my mother, Colette from when they were students themselves at Hogwarts, and the mischievous they’d get into. Told me how my parents met, got married, and even about the days both Theo and I were born, but I couldn’t wiggle the information out of her as to why we were separated, why I was given away to a random woman who possesses no magical ability whatsoever.

Why I had to grow up in a completely different country, grow up without the wealth I was apparently entitled to. Though, in the end, I’m grateful I didn’t grow up around all of the money in the world. Not being one of the rich kids really turned me into a better person than half of the kids in Slytherin.

Them and their high and mighty standards about blood purity, and wealth. Who owns the most clothes, money, and who obtains the highest status in our world.

I was raised that everyone was to be treated the same, no matter where they came from, which is why I had so many friends. People admired me for standing up for what is right. Not in Hogwarts though, they hated me off the bat because they thought I was dating my own brother. Ridiculous if you ask me.

Narcissa had invited me over to her home, Draco’s home, Malfoy Manor today. She was planning Draco’s birthday party which was a month and a half away. She said she goes all out every year for his birthday. Big party, a lot of food, friends, just a good time.

“What do you think about an apricot cream filling for his cake?” She asks while looking through a book of desserts. I could tell she adored her son, she wanted go all out for him and give him the best money could buy. “Does he like apricot?” I curiously ask the blonde woman. She gave me a shrug.

“It’s all about show my dear.”

“And if others don’t like it?”

“It’s not their party. Then they won’t eat it. It’s as simple as that.” She said, her tone almost offended.

I never understood the point of having extravagant foods at parties if the guests wouldn’t like it. Oh well though, she’s been doing this for sixteen years now, it’s worked that long, why change tradition now? I just feel bad for the girl Draco marries, unless it’s Pansy. Narcissa seems the type to take control over the whole thing and only choose things that she wants.

“Miss Malfoy,” Their house elf interrupts. “Yes, Opal?” Narcissa replied to the elf with kindness in her voice. “Mail has arrived. This letter is marked urgent.” The elf places the letters onto the stone tabletop.

Narcissa take the letter, I tried to see who it was from, but she had placed the envelop down covering the lettering. I sat there in silence, minding my own business when she gasped in complete frustration. I turned to look back at her after admiring the artifacts and artwork in the dark, and gloomy dining room when she stood up.

“Laurel, you’ll have to forgive me. I have to run an errand, and I don’t know when I will return. It’s getting late too, so you may stay tonight if you’d like. It’ll be just you since Lucius is out on business, and Draco is at her house.”

I nodded, not knowing how to respond to her.

“Please, do not hesitate to make yourself at home. Opal will show you to the guest room after you’ve had dinner.” She said quickly before taking her wand out and apparating away.

I let out an audible sigh once it sunk in that I was alone in this massive home. “Would Miss Nott like some dinner?” Opal the house elf asked me. I shook my head. “No, no thank you, Opal. You could show me to the floo though so I can go home.”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll direct you. Right this-”

“Mother! Where are you?”

Why is he here?

He walked into the dining room, surprised to see me standing there. He scrunched his face slightly, looking me up and down while raising one eyebrow. “Why are you here? Where’s my mother?”

“She had to go. She said she’d be back later.”

“Where did she go? Opal?”

“Miss Malfoy didn’t specify where she was going. Said it could be a while. Very urgent. Said for Miss Nott to stay here.”

He groaned. This was not what he was expecting to hear. “Well, I need to speak to her.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to wait until she returns home.” I spat.

“Excuse me, but did you forget that you are in my house? You dare to disrespect me like that?” He retaliates. I scoff. “It’s your parents house, not yours.” I correct him.

“I will inherit this house in a few years believe it or not, technically, yes it is my house.”

I laugh. “Yeah, so you and Pansy can raise all of your little asshole children here to become assholes like the pair of you.” I say walking past him to try to find the floo, but I didn’t make it far. He snatched my wrist and pulled me towards him. “What is your problem?” He asked angerly. I could have sworn I saw flames in his eyes for a moment.

I can’t believe he’s really asking me this. Either he’s completely oblivious, or just doesn’t care. I don’t even know what I saw in him.

“Nothing, Malfoy. It’s none of your concern.”

It was but it wasn’t. He made his choice. I was stupid to think he’d ever break up with her and be with me.

“You’re not leaving.” He said quietly. “Not tonight.”

“Excuse me, but you don’t get a say in what I do.” I told him.

“It’s not safe. You’ll stay here.” He finally released my wrist, and walked towards the kitchen. I was annoyed to say the least. I followed him into the kitchen and gave him a gentle shove. “Who do you think you are?”

“Draco Lucius Malfoy. Why do you ask?” He said cockily, flashing a wink and a cheeky grin.

Damn him, and his strange form of charm. I felt myself begin to blush. He was so hot, even when he was being a cocky asshole. I wanted him. I don’t know why, but I did. He made my heart flutter with nerves. Minutes ago I wanted to punch him, but now I wanted to-

“Are you hungry?”

“I-uh, what? Why?” I snap back to reality.

He smirked.

“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me.” He responds, raising a finger up and brushing it against the corner of my mouth. “You were drooling.”

Fucking hell.

I practically jumped at him. Grabbing his face on a complete impulse, forcefully pulling it to mine. Throwing him off for a moment, but he obliged falling into the kiss, running his long fingers through my blonde locks.

I moaned into his mouth when he took a handful and pulled it, tilting my head back to look into his stormy grey eyes. I could feel his mischievous smile beaming down on me. I quickly pushed him back. This was out of character of me. I never should have acted.

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t be.”

“It’s not right. You’re with Pansy. I can’t.. I can’t be the other girl..” I drone. He pull his lips to one side in a half smile.

“What if I wasn’t with Pansy?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He steps away from me, grabbing an apple and leaning against the counter. He took a bite and grinned as he chewed. I was fighting temptation to act out again. I so desperately wanted to be that apple. Have his mouth all over me. I’d do anything to feel that again.

“What if I broke up with her?”

I scoffed. As if that would actually happen. She makes him happy. Why would he dare give up happiness for a few minutes of pleasure with me?

“Because I did. Earlier, before I came home.” He continued.

My eyes widened at his words. I was in disbelief. But why?

It didn’t matter to me, because we found ourselves drawn back to each other like a magnetic connection. He lifted me up onto the countertop and trailed his cold fingers between my thighs. I could feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter with every second he lingered. I let out a soft moan into his mouth once his finger finally grazed the fabric of my underwear.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

While he was teasing me, I felt it was appropriate that I return the favor, unbuckling his belt, and pants pulling them down. I let out an inaudible gasp when I finally felt his cock. Fuck was he big.

I rubbed my thumb on his tip, causing him to slightly whimper. His precum completely covering the pad of my thumb as I rubbed it faster and faster.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum right here, right now, and I don’t want to. Not yet.” He growled into my ear. He tore my underwear off, and pulled me to the edge of the counter. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He said in my hear. “I fucking love it.”

He shoved a finger inside of me unexpectedly. I gasped because it was so cold, but quickly adapted as he pumped in and out of me. He removed his finger, and rubbed his tip against me. “Fuck.” He moaned.

“I want you, Laurel. Can I have you? Can I fuck you?” He growled.

I was speechless. I nodded against his forehead. “I need to hear you say it. Don’t tease me, Laurel.”

“Yes, Draco.” I said softly. “Fuck me.”

It was all he needed.

He gently glided himself into me. I won’t lie, it hurt, but once I got past the tip, I began to adjust to his massive size. I never thought my first time would be with a cock this large, but I’m not disappointed at all.

He leaned in, sucking on my neck, surely leaving marks, but I didn’t care. My arms wrapped around his neck while he thrusted in and out of me.

“Fuck, your cunt is so wet for me. I fucking love it.” He spoke. I couldn’t speak. I just moaned at his vulgar language.

He continued thrusting into me, picking up his speed. I moaned at the wet sounds that emitted from my pussy when his cock hit it. He grabbed my waist with one hand to steady himself, and used his other to flick his fingers on my clit. Fuck, it felt so good.

“Fuck, Draco. I’m gonna cum.” I moaned against him.


I couldn’t breath. My orgasm so intense, it took away my fucking breath. Why didn’t I submit to this sooner? Sex is amazing.

He slowed his thrusts down, then pulled away from me.

“On your knees.” He demanded, stroking his wet cock. I obliged, and slowly crouched down, my eyes never leaving his. I wanted to watch his reaction when he enters my mouth.

He grabbed the back of my hair, I was barely to the floor, and shoved himself into my mouth. His mouth opened and eyes rolled into the back of his head the moment he felt my lips. He pulled my head, tilting it to look into him as my mouth sloppily slid up and down him.

“I want you to watch me when I cum.” He demanded. I picked up my pace, pushing him deeper and deeper into my throat as I played with his balls. That really got him going. “Fucking hell, Laurel. I’m-”

He couldn’t speak. His body froze except for his lower half which spasmed. He released into my mouth, and I think he was genuinely surprised that I swallowed every ounce of his cum, but I didn’t stop. I kept my mouth on him. He had to pry me off as his cock was twitching inside of my mouth.

“Where the hell have you been all of my life?” He asked between breaths.

I smiled, blushing at his question.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now though.”

“Come on, let me show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight.” He said after we got dressed.

He lead me up the stone steps, down a gloomy hallway. I swear the portraits were judging us. Judging me. They know what just happened in the kitchen. I hope Opal cleans that counter. Actually, the whole kitchen. I don’t know how far sex germs can spread in an open area.

“This is where you’ll stay tonight, if that’s alright with you.” He says opening the door to a very modern bedroom. It was so clean. The curtains were straight, no wrinkles, the bed was made perfectly, I don’t even think there were any nicks in the hardwood. It was pristine.

I took a step into the room, quickly realizing that this was not the guest room, but it was Draco’s room. “Is this alright?” He asked.

I eagerly nodded with a massive grin on my face. “Do you have your own shower?” I asked. He nodded in confusion. I grabbed his wrist, hunger in my eyes and dragged him into the bathroom with me.

It was going to be a long night.


Okay, so this is my first like reaaaaal attempt at smut/spice so don’t come at me if it sucked. You only get better at things by practicing more, so forewarning, the next couple of chapters will have a lot of it between these two. Hope you’re prepared, because I’m not. If you have any suggestions for future chapters as far as smut/spice goes please let me know! I’ll take all the help I can get.

Where do you think Narcissa had to quickly leave for?

Why did Draco break up with Pansy?

What will Theo think when he finds out his bestfriend is fucking his little sister (who he’s grown to actually care about)?

So many questions, answers that’ll be answered in coming chapters.

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