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Rose wanders around the room, the hem of her dress trailing along the stone floor while she glances up at the dining hall ceiling. The constellations twinkle extra bright for the occasion, with some of the lights strung along to look like comets. The house banners glow from where they hang and it looks like something dazzling that her grandmother would have spent weeks working on putting together for family parties. The decorators truly outdid themselves.
Large round tables are scattered around instead of the long banquet tables they're all accustomed to, with more than enough room for her parents' classmates and their families for this reunion. She recognizes most of said children, considering the majority were her age, give or take a year or two - a population boom after the war.
It's more than a little odd being back at Hogwarts since she finished her schooling a few years ago
She sneaks away towards the bar in an attempt to ignore everyone, especially her extended family, at least until she has at least a drop of alcohol in her system.
As she waits for a glass of elf wine, a tall man stands next to her with long fingers adjusting a cufflink at his sleeve. It looks perfectly positioned to her but his dexterity there has pulled her full attention. Rose licks her bottom lip, then smiles apologetically at the bartender when he clears his throat.
"Thanks," she says with a small raise of her glass before bringing it to her lips.
"You look beautiful in that dress. Is it one of Parkinson's?"
Rose turns and leans an arm on the bar top, immediately noticing the signature Malfoy blonde hair. It doesn’t surprise her that he’d notice a dress made by one of his closest friends, but this particular dress hadn’t even made it out on the showroom floor yet. Pansy Parkinson herself had wanted to use her as a test subject when she found Rose browsing all of the options in her boutique. The woman was working on a new line and she wanted to see how witches, and apparently wizards, would react to a dress with only one strap on it.
Wizarding England is still in the Victorian ages for some things.
She raises an eyebrow and takes a long sip of her wine. "It is. Are you attempting to flirt with me, Mr. Malfoy?"
The man freezes and glances over, his eyebrows furrowing in a way that reminds her of Scorpius when he can't figure out an arithmancy equation. It’s kind of cute.
"Do I know you?"
Rose bites her lip, trying to stifle her laughter when her mother walks up, tucking a strawberry blonde strand behind Rose’s ear. She can feel her cheeks burning as Draco looks between them, his gray eyes ultimately settling on Rose.
"Malfoy, still hiding away after all this time?"
He rolls his eyes and drains the firewhiskey in the glass that was just placed before him. "Of course, Granger. Two-thirds of the infamous Golden Trio still take all the credit for the war. Trust me when I say no one is missing me when they provide such titillating tales."
Her mother smiles sympathetically and rubs his arm in the comforting way that only she can do, even to the most stubborn people.
But then Rose interjects before their conversation can go any further. "What do you mean? Uncle Harry and dad did heroic things."
The man scoffs and glances at her again before his eyes widen, the recognition finally clicking. "Rose? Merlin, it's been ages since I've seen you."
"All grown up, just like Scorp. She doesn't particularly take after anyone in the family," Hermione says with a laugh. "And yes, darling, they did heroic things but so did Malfoy. The stories have evolved over time and no one really remembers the truth anymore. Which is a shame."
Rose stands tall and looks at the man. From what she understood, he worked hard to change his image from the bad-boy-turned-war-criminal he had at Hogwarts to the charming, though perhaps boring, man he is today.
"Explain?"
Hermione gives her a look.
"Please," she adds extra sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes.
Draco swallows roughly and something about the action sends a tingle directly between her thighs.
"I helped your mother escape the manor after the three of them were captured by snatchers. I made sure I was in the room with my bat shit crazy aunt so that she couldn’t…" he pauses and shakes his head, tapping his finger against the rim of the glass. "Anyways. When Dobby created the distraction, I tossed her my wand because she's the only one out of the trio with a brain cell to get out and I knew it wouldn't fight her magic."
"It had a note wrapped around the handle saying that we needed to go to the Black family vault to look for the horcrux we needed," Hermione adds.
"And don't forget I got Potter a wand before he battled ol’ Voldie."
Rose looks between them, her jaw dropping in shock.
"How… He… They told me the stories! And they were lying? Dad said that Uncle Harry punched Malfoy and took the wand from him. That you, you were a coward!" She seethes, facing Draco once again.
Hermione gives her a sad smile. "He likes to lie a lot, honey. That's why we're divorced."
After a moment of more appropriate pleasantries and a promise to catch up soon, her mother kisses both of their cheeks and walks away but Rose is left there looking at Draco Malfoy in a new light.
Where some of the other men from his class are aging for the worse, he seems to be getting more fit and dare she say, handsome? She always thought Scorpius was attractive during their school years, so it only makes sense that his father is as well. Especially considering this new information.
"Are you really that shocked that I did something 'heroic' during the war?" He asks, eyes cast down on the wood beneath his arms.
Rose nods and turns to the bar top, leaning her elbow against it, not noticing the slight grimace on his face. Chewing her lip, she makes a decision, wanting to know more.
"How did you know your wand wouldn't fight her?"
It’s the first time she sees him smile and really, he should do it more often.
"Because we're more alike than we acknowledged in school. We became friends in a way, after she spoke up to testify on my behalf at my trial. I apologized for being a bigoted dumbass and all was fine. Even returned my wand after my six months in Azkaban. Anything anyone did that wasn't associated with those three was going to be overshadowed. Remember, I'm the villain, Rose."
"Not to me." She blinks at him and runs an appreciative glance down his three-piece suit.
Draco raises an eyebrow then looks around them to see who is within hearing distance, as if the words alone would create a scene.
"I apologize for being inappropriate earlier. Just…" he runs a hand through his hair and laughs. "You're all grown up now and look like," he motions with his hand towards her body. "Fuck, you look so different. You definitely don't look like any of the Weasleys, not even the hair."
Her cheeks warm with a blush again. There are so many questions running through her mind that she would love to ask him, to pick his brain about what else could be lies from her childhood but instead, something else comes flying out of her mouth.
"You could be more inappropriate, if you want."
Damn blabbermouth Granger genetics.
They stare at one another, time standing still as a slew of emotions run through both of them. His gray eyes are dilating as she squeezes her legs together. If it weren't for him, she may not have been here today. This world could be so different and dark. A decision by him changed the outcome of the war - not once, but twice.
It looks like he's having an internal battle until suddenly his tongue swipes along his bottom lip and he subtly nods towards the exit to the halls.
She drains her wine and walks out, not one person paying her any mind except Draco.
***
Rose's heels echo against the stone walls as she struts down the hall, portraits whispering to one another as she heads to the nearby prefects bathroom where they can get some privacy.
As she steps onto the stairs, she glances over her shoulder to see if he's even following. He's so silent and she realizes he probably utilized those skills to help her mother once upon a time. A dark blonde eyebrow raises and she can feel her nipples hardening beneath the silk of her red dress.
The second the door shuts behind them, his hands are on her hips to spin her around. Draco's lids are hooded as she slides her hands up his broad chest and plants her lips on his. Thank god she wore her highest pair of heels or else she'd barely even reach his neck.
Draco lazily kisses her back, fingertips spanning over to the top of her arse as their tongues touch.
As much as she wants him to do more, he’s being far too timid for her liking and she realizes she'll have to take charge. Maybe he needs verbal consent? But gods if he doesn't taste amazing, like apple flavored firewhiskey and a hint of tobacco. It's extremely distracting.
Pulling away, she takes his hand and walks them back further into the room until she can get him to sit on the edge of the bath. Rose hikes up her dress, an easy feat thanks to the large slit up to her thigh, and straddles his lap, working the knot of his tie loose.
His hands are braced behind him, watching as she pops open the buttons on his vest, before leaning in to kiss him as she does the same to his shirt.
Rose rolls her hips against his hard length, biting her lip at the sheer size of him between her legs. A small smirk graces his lips and she wishes he would do something. Kiss her, touch her.
"Draco," she purrs, her hands finding his and directing them to her chest.
His hands squeeze before moving to pinch her nipple and she moans, rolling her hips down again. She knows that this is probably wrong, that her father would literally lose his mind, but she’s an adult and she has needs that Draco can help fulfill. Hopefully many times over.
Just as it's becoming heated, his hands finally exploring her body while she feels the raised skin from his infamous scars from her uncle, a high-pitched giggle fills the room.
Rose pulls away and glances over, groaning when she notices Moaning Myrtle is watching them from a stall.
"My, my, my. What have we here? Draco Malfoy, time has been quite kind to you. The last time I saw you in here, you were shirtless then too. And who are you playing with this time?"
Rose tugs his jacket closed, not wanting Myrtle to intrude on her moment and see his chest before she does. She leans closer to him, the fabric of her dress pressing against his chest.
She's selfish, what can she say? She is, unfortunately, Ron Weasley's daughter.
Draco easily picks her up, his biceps bulging beneath her hands and his deep voice booming in the otherwise quiet room. She doesn't hear what he says as the two of them exchange words, instead darting forward to latch her lips onto his neck as her legs wrap around his waist.
He carries her out into the hall, moving around the corridors as if he has somewhere in particular in mind. The portraits are whispering in an outright frenzy this time but she doesn't care, not when no one has ever felt this good beneath her hands and he hasn't even touched her intimately yet.
Suddenly they're in the potions classroom with a wordless locking charm on the door. Draco lays her out on a table towards the back of the classroom, where she just so happened to be assigned in fifth year. She remembers absently tracing the letters DLM on the edge of it - this was his work station as well as hers.
Draco pulls his tie over his head and tosses it by her curls covering the desk, his eyes looking over her body. Next goes the jacket and the vest before he's stripping off his shirt.
And fucking Morgana, he is the most beautiful man she's ever seen in her life.
He gives off the impression that he’s tame and reserved but underneath it all shows a different story. The runes from his time in Azkaban, previously hidden by his crisp collar, mark the side of his neck. His left arm has a half sleeve down to his elbow, then script around his dark mark. There is a Scorpius constellation on his right forearm with an outline of its body that spreads into a plethora of others she doesn’t recognize. The Malfoy crest is over his heart, then there's the sectumsempra scars along his chest that point down to the defined v at his pelvis.
Rose is practically salivating and soaking the table beneath her. And he knows it, judging by the cocky smirk on his lips. If she had to guess, he knew that this would be her reaction. She probably wasn’t the first to be fooled by the, dare she say, boring personality she had become accustomed to hearing about.
What a tease. It’s actually incredibly smart.
His muscles flex as he hooks his arms underneath her knees and tugs her towards him like a rag doll, spreading her legs until the cool air of the dungeons hits her core.
"Draco," she moans.
"Like what you see, baby?"
She nods, lifting her torso up until she's sitting. Draco's hand slides to the one strap holding up her red dress. Their eyes meet and she nods again in permission, biting her lip with the cool air meets her braless chest.
His mouth presses against the spot behind her ear that makes her feel warm all over and Rose clutches his biceps again.
"Tell me something. What's your fantasy, Rose?"
She doesn’t even question it. With the timbre of his voice and the earnest way he looks into her eyes, she swears he'd lick her from her head to her toes if that's what she desired.
"I've always wanted to fuck in public or one of these classrooms, so I suppose you're checking both of those off my long list."
It comes out as a gasp as his mouth closes over her nipple, and Rose arches her back, fingers threading through his luxuriously soft hair as she grinds against his covered thigh.
Draco's hands slide up her thighs beneath the fabric of her dress, thumbs dragging into her muscle until he reaches her knickers. With a snap of his fingers, they instantly vanish and fuck, she could come just from the talent of his magic.
"Draco, please," she whines.
"Fuck, my name sounds so good in your mouth. Tell me what you want, baby."
She writhes beneath him as he switches to mouthing at her other breast, her legs spreading wider of their own accord.
"I want to feel you, see you… Fuck, make me scream so this entire castle can hear how fucking good you are."
His eyes meet hers, nearly blown black from lust and barely any gray left to be seen. Draco stands to his full height and works on his belt.
"The whole castle? Including daddy Weasle?"
Rose nods, her breath hitching when she's so close to seeing his cock.
"I'm livid with him."
"And your mother?"
She laughs, not thinking he understands how similar they are.
"If she saw what's under your robes, I'd dare say she would be jealous — Merlin."
Rose's spine straightens abruptly and watches as his cock springs free. She knew Scorpius was decently sized from the rumors she had heard at school but his father? It is singularly the best she's ever seen. Long and girthy enough that she'll be feeling it for days once they're done.
She wants him to wreck her with it. She wants her body to be so thoroughly drained that she can't walk back downstairs without having to use the walls for support.
"I can hear the gears grinding from here, Rose. Want to share with the class?"
That Malfoy smirk. Gods.
It takes her exactly five seconds to shove her dress off and fling it across the room. They could have an audience and it wouldn't be enough of a distraction from this wizard.
"Have your way with me, Mister Malfoy," she murmurs.
Draco steps up to the edge of the table, his left hand grasping her ankle and running his fingers up her creamy skin.
His mouth is on hers and Rose moans, parting her lips and her legs for the man. Draco tugs her closer as her hands grasp the side of his neck and the back of his head, pressing her chest against his.
A shiver runs down her spine when his fingers finally run through her dripping cunt, circling her clit as his teeth nip her lip.
"So fucking wet, baby."
She nods frantically, her long curls skimming her back as she angles her head. His finger slides into her wet heat and instantly she clenches around him, keening into his mouth.
Draco supports her as he lays her back against the cold wood once more, adding another digit as he starts to fuck her harder. His free hand grasps her thigh, maneuvering it until it's bent and spread wide open for him. She whines when his lips leave, watching with rapt attention as he licks down her body until he suctions around her clit.
"Oh, fuck yes," she hisses.
His eyes are on hers the entire time he alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking, his fingers plucking at her nipples. Rose reaches a hand up to hold onto the edge of the table as her other grips his hair, tugging until she's fucking his face and she's coming hard around his fingers. She nearly pushes him away from her spasming core with the sole of her foot but it’s such an addicting feeling that she can’t be arsed.
Everything is nearly a blur of pleasure afterwards.
Draco joins her on top of the table, kissing up her body as she arches into him. Their lips meet, the taste of herself lingering between them and she wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
The feeling of him sliding into her, the stretch and burn of his cock, it feels like bliss.
Arms braced on either side of her head, he alternates sucking marks onto the tops of her breasts and twirling his tongue around her pert nipples. Within minutes of his hard thrusts, she's already coming all over his cock.
Rose kicks her shoes to the ground as he rolls her onto her stomach. She instantly props up onto her knees, wiggling her arse in the air for him.
A resounding slap echoes against the walls and she moans, cunt clenching around nothing as he teases her. His name is a prayer on her lips as she begs for more.
Draco wraps her hair around his fist and tugs, licking from the top of her arse and up her spine. Her eyes flutter shut as he slides back inside her roughly and starts a fast pace.
The room fills with heavy breathing and obscene sounds, giving away just how turned on and wet she is.
"So fucking tight… Not gonna last much longer."
She can't even reply because she's so breathless. Instead, she moans and pushes back against him which in turn has him grasping her breast then tugging her nipple. After tweaking the pert peak, his hand trails down her abdomen, nails scratching lightly and causing goosebumps to flare up.
Draco circles her clit before sliding along it, bringing her closer to another orgasm.
"Drac- oh! "
It comes out as a gasp when his hands grip her hips, thrusting harder until he can tug her up, pressing her back to his chest.
His lips are near her ear and she catches quiet murmurings in French. Her head falls back against his shoulder, lips pressed to the side of his sweat covered neck. Rose licks the area as his fingers move between her legs to rub at the bundle of nerves as his other hand wraps around her throat. She covers it with her own as she pants, fingers running along his signet ring when his grip tightens.
As soon as her vision starts to turn into a hazy black around the edges, she spasms around his cock and she can feel how he starts to come, only a few more thrusts into her before she’s left empty as she feels his seed spurt along the inside of her thigh and the table.
She takes a ragged breath in when he releases her neck and Rose threads her hand through his hair, clutching the strands as he angles her head to kiss her languidly.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against her mouth.
She smiles and pulls away, kissing against the line of his jaw. "And you're my hero."
***
Later, as she sits at her table, seething at the blatant lies that her father is still recalling about the war, all she can think about is Draco. How he gets zero recognition for his good deeds and people will still say nasty things despite his good charity. Clearly her mother is over it as well, taking a deep pull from her champagne as Harry makes his way to the podium to make a speech.
Rose adjusts in her seat, crossing her legs and catching the bottom which makes her entire dress shift and exposes an obvious love bite on her breast that her father seems to notice.
It takes everything within her not to smirk as his face turns red. He's asking if that's where she disappeared to and Rose can't help but roll her eyes as her mother stifles a laugh.
But when she looks towards the bar, Draco is watching and sends her a cheeky wink.