It’s been 5 years since the day the Dark Lord was finally killed. Draco Malfoy was hosting a party at Malfoy Manor for all the surviving Slytherins in his year. I wasn’t going to go but I don’t have any excuse and how could I refuse when I know that he is going to be there? The very center of my depraved thoughts and he will be there. The invitation is beautiful, the flowing green lettering on the fresh parchment. Everything was written so delicately. I wonder if he wrote it. The idea makes my head spin, holding a piece of paper that he could have been holding. The party is at 7pm tonight and I will be the prettiest person to attend. I’ll be the apple of everyone’s eye, but I’ll only be looking for his reaction. It’s 5pm and time to get to work. I shower and do my makeup, pale green eyeshadow complimenting my tan skin, a deep red matte lipstick on my plump lips, minimal blush, and highlighter to give my plump cheeks a little more shape. I dress in a floor length dress; the skirt is flowing and the perfect emerald green. The top though, less formal, the top is sheer, skin toned material with green bone sown into the light garment. Beautiful green gems covering most of the top to keep the person covered of course. When I put it on, I feel powerful, like the perfect woman. I look at the clock and it’s 6:45, I’m running late, but not by much so I won’t ruin my chances. I apperate to Malfoy manor and stand on the front path for a few moments, taking in the sight of the extremely impressive manor. It looks imposing but just knowing that he is inside makes it almost inviting. The old, slate grey, stone gives the intimidating nature of the mansion a very cold look, but the bustling of the party inside makes it seem warm. I begin to enter the building, smiling and saying hi to my old house mates. I’m overwhelmed with memories, both good and bad but I push them away and start on my search for him. I find a drink for myself, some red wine, and take a few sips to calm my nerves. Draco approaches me “Wow, Y/n you look” he stutters for a minute “a-amazing.” I smiled at him kindly “Thanks Draco! You look great too!” and then I see him. He is approaching, quickly at that, and pining straight towards us, yet he’s so elegant. I quickly down the rest of my wine and set my glass down. Lucius Malfoy in a black suit with his black robes on, a dark green tie complimenting his cold grey eyes. His long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail with a dark green ribbon. He smirks at me and then whispers something in Draco’s ear, Draco looks annoyed but leaves after. I smile at Lucius “Hello Mr. Malfoy-” He quickly interrupts me “Please, you can call me Lucius” he smirks and presses my hand to his soft lips, his voice silky smooth and makes me feel weak. I blush slightly and bite my lip. “Lucius~ How have you been?” I blush and try not to show how good it feels to call him by his first name. It feels foreign on my tongue but in the best way possible. “I’ve been well, Y/n. I must say, that dress is amazing, How have you been?” He smiles at me and my heart feels like it’s in my throat. I nod and look at my empty glass then back to him. “Thank you! I’ve been well, I got a job at the Ministry up in Obliviate Headquarters” I watch as he leans on the bar and has subtly gotten closer, I look around the room. “Where’s Narcissa?” I ask curiously, not finding her in the room. “She’s off on a trip with a few of her friends” He smirks and I ask the person behind the bar for another glass of wine. Lucius is eyeing me as I take another sip of my wine before asking “Its quite loud in here… Why don’t we go out to the balcony upstairs, It’ll be quieter there.” He puts his hand out for me to take, while smiling and a hint of deviance in his eyes. My breathing is a bit uneven and I take his hand gently, letting him lead me up to the balcony. I look out over the estate. “Its so lovely here, the view is just… wow” I lean against the railing as I look over the well manicured lawn, the upkept gardens, the beautiful view of the moon and stars in the sky. “It’s very lovely, maybe you should visit another day and I could give you a walk around…” He says, when I look over at him he’s already looking at me, His pale green eyes darkened with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify, the wine starting to take effect. I giggle slightly and look back out to the view. “what are you giggling about?” He asks, sounding a slight bit offended, as if I was laughing at him. “I was just thinking, If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to flirt with me, Lucius” I let his name roll off my tongue in a suggestive way. “And why is that so funny , dear?” He teases. “B-because you’re married, plus what would you, The Lucius Malfoy, want with me?” I look down, my voice a quieter than before. He walks behind me, wrapping him arms around my waist and pressing himself against my lower back, I can feel his hot breath on my neck “You mean other than bending you over and taking you right here?” I can feel his hard member pressing against me harder, and I gasp slightly. “L-Lucius~” I moan softly, rubbing my thighs together to try and relieve the building tension in my core. “Say you want it Y/n… Say you want me and I’ll give you a night you won’t forget” He whispers in my ear, his sultry voice making me melt into his touch. “I want you Lucius” I say breathlessly, he quickly takes my hand and leads me across the hall to his bedroom, he pulls me in, shuts the door, and locks it, before pressing me against the door and kissing me passionately. His lips fitting perfectly with mine, moving together as if it was a well trained dance. We break the kiss for air and I look him in the eyes, trying to tell him how much I need him, the words not coming out but his returning gaze told me he understood. He reaches behind me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my ankles, the dark green fabric falling elegantly. Looking down, I stand there for a moment wearing only a pair of panties, resisting the urge to cover myself from his gaze. I drag my gaze back to his, he smirks and steps closer, pressing his body against mine. He leans down to whisper into my ear, “Finally, a witch finally worth ruining.” The mixture of his breath on my ear and his words, a shiver runs up my spin and takes the air from my lungs. His hands fall to my hips and leading me back to the bed. He pushes me down onto the soft mattress covered with a satin, pale green duvet. I take just a second to appreciate the feeling of the covers beneath me before I look up at the older man. His smirk still present and seeing him from this angle, the feeling of being so small beneath him grows stronger. “Please~” the word escapes me as a whine, a plea for his touch, his words, my body desperate and aching for him. I sit up slowly, tucking my knees beneath me and sitting back on my feet. I pull him in by the tie, he steps closer, I smirk, kissing him gently, scared this will all go away, that it was all a dream. His hands fall to my hips again, only instead of moving me he just grips my skin, hard, its sure to leave bruises. I run my hands over his chest, I want to feel him, I cant get enough of him, his smell, his touch, the way his lips feel against mine. I break the kiss and push his top robes off of his shoulders. They fall to the floor with a gently thud, his gaze grows hungrier and he pushes me back against the mattress, this time he came with me, leaning over me, his ponytail falling over his shoulder. I reach up and undo the ribbon, letting his hair loose. He leans down and kisses my neck, his hot tongue pressing against my skin and his free hand moving up to cup my breast, running his thumb over my nipple until its painfully hard. “fucking perfect~” His voice, sultry, breathless, dripping with lust. I arch into him begging him for more. “I need you Lucius, I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything” I whisper in his ear before kissing his neck and leaving a dark hickey. He groans and tears my panties off, there’s an audible ripping sound and he tosses the scrap of fabric into an forgotten corner of the room. I gasp and he takes the opportunity to catch my left nipple between his teeth, nipping gently then soothing with his tongue. His way of telling me he’s going to ruin me in the best way possible. My head is spinning, there’s both too much and not enough all at once. My lower folds drenched as he runs a finger through them, I sigh at the contact, my hips bucking against his hand. “Such an eager little slut~” he roughly thrusts 2 fingers into me, making me arch and moan loudly. “and so fucking responsive~” He nips on my neck and nipples more aggressively. I grip the covers beneath me and he starts to thrust his fingers in an out, eliciting moans and sighs, the feeling of my orgasm growing closer. I start to clench around his fingers. He removes his fingers from me and I whine at the loss of contact “Aww~ What’s wrong slut?” I pout slightly at him, “I- I was so close” I huff slightly. “Yes, but when you cum…” He leans in close to my ear and lowers his voice “I want it to be on my cock~” I moan softly at his words, rubbing my thighs together. “Please fuck me Master~” I lock eyes with him and I watch as his mouth twitches into a semi-serious smirk, standing up and snapping his fingers, telling me to stand in front of him. I get up and does as he says. “Unbutton my shirt, pet” He commands. I take my shaky hands to his top button, keeping eye contact with him, sensually undoing every button, when they are all done I push the shirt off his shoulders and kiss his collar bone, trailing down his abdomen and then to his naval, gently undoing his pants, pulling down his pants and his boxers together. His cock springs free, staring me in the face. He’s much larger and thicker than he seemed to be in his pants. I kiss his tip, testing the waters before licking his slit, drawing a guttural groan from him. I smirk and start to suck him, just the tip before I feel a strong hand on the back of my head, pushing me farther onto his cock until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag slightly, pushing back, he wasn’t letting up and I quickly had to get my gagging under control, I focus on the feeling of his cock in my mouth, how smooth the skin is, I run my tongue on the underside of him, gaining another blissful moan from his lips. I start to speed my movement up and take him farther. I close my eyes and push myself, I feel my nose get tickled with his pubic hair and stay there for a moment before he takes me off his cock. “God you suck me like a whore, lets see if you fuck like one.” He smiles, picks me up, and all but throws me onto the bed. I look at him, looming over me, that helpless and vulnerable feeling creeping into my mind again, it just fuels the fire in my core and he runs his tip over my wet folds, putting the slightest amount of pressure on my aching entrance before entering in one hard thrust, I moan loudly, the burning sensation of being stretched so much making me light-headed. He pauses for just a moment, just enough for me to adjust to his size, and then he completely removes himself and slams into me again, making me moan even louder. “That’s right bitch, let everyone know that you’re a slut, let them know you’re a slut for me~” He starts to thrust into me slow but hard, hitting all the right spots and making me loose my mind. “Master~ Faster please!” I cry out for him, gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Beg for it.” His voice is cold, stern, but covered in the most sinful amount of lust it immediately makes me want to give in, “beg for it like a whore and maybe I’ll give it to you.” I immediately comply “Please Master, please fuck me faster, I need it, need to be ruined, need you so fucking bad Master” My voice is high pitch and I almost don’t recognize it. “Theres a good little bitch” He starts thrusting faster, the room is filled with the sound of our moans and skin slapping skin. He quickly pulls out and before I can recognize what’s happening, he flips me onto my front, my knees beneath me and he presses the side of my face into the mattress, entering me quickly again. The head of his hard member hitting the spot inside of me that makes me see stars. I moan louder, slightly muffled from the blanket. I clench around him, my climax rapidly approaching, he slows his thrusts down and I whine, its just enough to keep me on edge but not enough to take me all the way. “Tsk tsk tsk… good sluts only cum when they have permission…” I can hear the sinister smile on his lips. He drags me up by my hair and wraps that hand around my throat, applying a small amount of pleasure and continuing his thrusts. “Be a good girl and ask nicely~” I moan and start begging for release, “Please Master, please let me cum, let me cream all over your cock!” I plead, tears forming in my eyes from the immense conflict of sensations. “Good Girl~” He speeds up his thrusts again and releases my throat, I lean back down onto the mattress again, arching my back and pushing back to meet his thrusts, only enhancing the aggressively hard entrance in me. My eyes roll back and I clench around him. “Please let me cum Sir~ I- I ca~ ahh~ I need~” My mind is melting and I can barely speak, the need to cum becoming increasingly more eminent. “Cum slut. Cum all over my cock and scream my name. Let everyone know who you fucking belong to.” He punctuates every word with another hard slam against my cervix. I scream out for him, my hands grasping the covers so hard it’s a mystery as to how they didn’t rip. I cum so hard my vision goes black for a moment, he digs his nails into my hips so hard that there are scratches the next day. I hear a loud moan before I can feel his hot seed spray my tight channel. He slows his thrusts and holds me close, rolling us onto our side. He pulls out and I roll over to face him, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. “That’s a good girl~” I smile and feel that between my legs is becoming increasingly more wet. I open my legs and then look up at him “I think we should get cleaned up” I laugh slightly. He smiles and gives me a quick peck before getting up and drawing a bath up for us. We clean up and he gives me a shirt of his to wear before we lay down and fall asleep, completely forgetting about the party. The next morning we wake up, kissing and chatting before Draco comes in and stands in the doorway, staring at us curled up together, our clothes from the previous night still scattered about the room. He storms away in an enraged huff leaving me a giggling mess and I cuddle back up with Lucius. I’ve never been so glad to go to a party. I’m even happier that he was there.