Iniquity

October 31st, 2000

The night of Halloween, Pansy and Blaise drag him to a nightclub to celebrate, all dressed up in costumes. Pansy has purchased the costumes, two devil outfits for the boys and a slutty angel costume for herself.

They take firewhisky shots first before moving to tequila and finally some shitty Muggle vodka. It burns going down his throat, but it does make it easier for him to stand Pansy grinding on him. The music is roaring in his ears and he shuts his eyes as he moves to the sound, bodies swaying all around him and he thinks, Gods, I want her.

He and Blaise take two more vodka shots before Blaise begins to feel sick. Haphazardly, Draco drags his intoxicated friend to the men's room, holding his shoulders as Blaise disperse the contents of his stomach into the waste tin.

"I'm alright, mate, I'm fine," Blaise mumbles, waving his hand in front of Draco's face. "Don't you worry about me."

"I'm not gonna leave you here puking like an infant," Draco huffs, wincing as Blaise spits into the waste tin. "Want some water?" He gets Blaise a cup of water from the tap and Blaise drinks it thankfully. It takes several minutes for him to steady himself and once he does, the two ex-slytherins exit the loo and begin to take shots once more.

As the liquid burns down his throat, Draco tries to right himself, but the world is slightly topsy turvy, and all he can think of is Granger's long neck and slender fingers and he fumbles for his wand.

"Draco, let's dance!" Pansy hollers, coming up behind him, her hands snaking around his waist.

He spins around in her arms, grabbing her face and yanks her forward. "I don't want you. Don't you get it?" he snarls, the alcohol fueling his rage. "I never have."

He releases her and she begins to cry as he Apparates.

-

He lands on his side in front of Flourish and Blotts hard and he gasps at the sudden pain in his left shoulder. Swearing under his breath, Draco stands, wobbling slightly as the alcohol runs itself through his veins. He clumsily enters the shop and the sound of the bell ringing causes him to cringe.

"What in Godric's name are you doing here?" Granger asks, and he turns to see her sitting at the counter, a quill in hand and her journal spread out in front of her.

"Hello, lovely," Draco replies. He knows he'll be cursing himself in the morning for calling her that. "Happy Halloween."

She rolls her eyes and licks her thumb before flipping a page and his heart does a little stutter in his chest. Pausing, she glances between him and her journal before slowly closing the journal and leaning against her palm.

"Is there something you need?" she drawls, looking over his exterior and he realizes he's standing in front of her in his costume.

You, on your knees.

"The party I was at became dry," he muses, looking around the shop to find he and Granger are not alone. Several witches and wizards line the bookshelves, all dressed in varying costumes, and he turns back to her. She shrugs, noticing his line of sight. "Did Mayjoy approve this?" he scoffs, and she shoots him a glare. "I don't doubt it, just curious."

"Well, to answer your curiosity, it was my idea to stay open until midnight for Halloween," she replies, glancing at the clock. "And it seems like that time is rapidly approaching, meaning you should produce your exit soon."

A witch with a tutu and ballet slippers slung over her shoulder approaches the counter, placing a book on the wood, and Draco steps back, watching as Granger rings up the girl, slipping the book into a brown paper bag.

"Have a goodnight!" she calls as the girl exits the shop, and he steps behind the register as she waves, leaning against it by her elbow. She eyes him, annoyance lacing her expression, and he smirks as she opens her mouth but says nothing. Two wizards exit the shop, the bell ringing loudly, and she glances around.

"What's the matter, Granger?" he inquires, placing his hands beside himself and gripping the wood. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, but you should leave," she retorts, popping open the register and begins to count the money. "You aren't wanted here."

An elderly man walks to the front of the shop, hands empty and exits, the bell once chiming again. Draco peers at her from the side and can see she's chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes never faltering. Glancing down, he can see her legs are pressed tightly together, the soft skin peeking through beneath her ankle-length dress, and he wonders what's beneath them.

"Are you sure?" he whispers, leaning forward so his breath causes her hair to move slightly. "It looked like it took you a moment to reach a release the other night."

She spins around, her eyes snapping to his face and he holds back a grin. Her face is warm, but her mouth is in a tight line. "What, like you could get me there faster? I doubt giving women pleasure is something you spend a lot of time at." She pauses, scans him up and down, then finishes, "You just take what you need and call it a day."

Draco feels his mouth fall open as a witch and wizard approach the counter, laying several books on the surface. The wizard pushes his book too far and a bottle of ink falls to the floor, luckily not opening, and an apology rushes out of his mouth.

"No problem," Draco says, falling to his knees to retrieve the object and glances at Granger's legs. He can see their shape through the sheer material of the fabric and he places his fingers lightly against the base of her ankle. If she can feel him, she doesn't react, and he inches his hand up slowly, caressing the skin of her calf before he stands, dragging his hand all the way up to the crease of her arse and thigh.

"Thank you for shopping," she says to the couple, but her voice falters as Draco moves his hand between her legs as the couple walks to the door.

"Actually, could you direct us to the nearest tea house?" the woman asks, her hand on the knob, and Draco rubs his fingers in a light circle over her underwear.

When Granger doesn't reply, he speaks up. "To the left and a few doors down there's Rosa Lee Teabag. You can't miss it."

He hears her sigh slightly, her shoulders rising up and down, and waves to the couple as they exit the shop. He peers around quickly, before removing his hand and grabs her by the arms, spinning her around and pinning her between him and the register.

"Sorry, Granger, what was that?" Draco chuckles, reaching his hand beneath her skirt once more, groaning inwardly when she steps one leg to the side to give him better access. "That I only care about my satisfaction?"

She nods vigorously and he continues to rub her, grasping her by the neck and lowering his lips to her flesh. Clumsily, Granger grabs her wand from the counter, muttering a spell under her breath and he hears the door to the shop lock as she bends her neck back, exposing more of her neck.

"You seem like the type," she replies, and he bites her skin. She yelps, bracing herself against the counter with her hands, knuckles white against the wood. Draco removes his hand from between her legs, drawing his head back so he can look at her face, and slowly puts his fingers in his mouth. Her mouth drops open as he sucks his fingers, never breaking eye contact as he dips his hand back below her skirt, shifting the material aside so he has full access. Dropping his head to her collarbones, he licks the skin, using his other hand to fist his fingers in her hair and he moves his hand against her. "I fucking hate you," she gasps, her brow furrowed, and he pauses, lifting his head slightly. Her eyes are partially closed and she rolls them before grabbing his wrist and guiding him to continue the movement. "I said I hate you, not for you to stop."

Draco drops his head once more, pressing his mouth against her skin as he slips his damp fingers past the trim of her knickers and finds her wet, her arousal warm against him. He contemplates playing with her, teasing that spot that he knows she'll like, but instead dives his finger right into her. She gasps as he moves his finger in and out, sitting up slightly so that he has to stand straight, pressing her face into his chest.

"More," she mutters into his shirt, squirming in his grasp.

"Aw, does the Golden Girl require another?" he mocks, and she groans in frustration as he slows his pace, but doesn't stop.

"Malfoy, don't be a dick," she rasps, looking up at him, her eyes hazy. "Prove me wrong. I've never so badly wanted to be wrong."

Draco stills, narrowing his eyes as he stares at her, and a proposition enters his mind. "I have an idea," he states, moving his thumb to her clit and her breathing stalls. "You're obviously a needy cunt. I'm unsatisfied with my current...conquest. What do you say we--"

"Fuck on the side?" she cuts him off, grabbing on to his wrist once again. "Yeah, okay. Get me off first."

He grins as he moves his thumb in circular motions, slowly drawing out the high he now must invoke from her. Granger whimpers slightly, grasping his collar in her hands tightly. For a moment, he thinks she might kiss him. He pumps his finger out, slipping a second with it back in, and she drags her hand to his face.

"Bite right here," she commands, her wrist pressed against his mouth, and he obliges, sinking his teeth into her skin hard as her eyes roll back he tights his hold on her hair, pumping his fingers faster.

He can tell she's about to fall when her mouth hangs open slightly, her lids shut and knuckles white. He continues his movements until she's done, and collapses against him, panting, and he can feel his arm ache from the slight exertion.

"Thanks for proving me wrong," she sighs, sitting up and pushes him lightly against the chest. He stumbles back, eyeing her as he raises his fingers to his lips, and licks them. She smirks, readjusting her skirt and pushing her hair over her shoulder.

"Your place tomorrow night?" he asks, praying her orgasm will be proof enough that he can pleasure a woman and wants more than anything to pleasure her.

She shrugs, reaching for her wand as she walks past the register. "Maybe. We'll see," she replies, and she's out the door, the bell clinging loudly behind her.