HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

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Admittedly, I was curious about the way she dressed. It had been three days since I had seen her, a period my hold on her either waned in the absence of reinforcement, or got even stronger due to her desire.

Then, she turned the corner, and I nodded in appreciation.

Apparently, the hold of desire got stronger. She was dressed in an almost complete opposite of the way I had forced her to dress, white and silk replacing black and leather, but the result was no less impressive.

No, I corrected myself as I examined her long silk dress, waving gently with her each step.

She was even sexier that way. The leather ensemble, sexy as it was, hadn't been a concept that fit her well.

She was neither rebellious enough, nor jaded enough to pull the look. A semi-transparent silk dress, riddled with strategic openings, was much different.

She walked like a dream towards me, a determination I could read in her face like an open book.

She realized our encounters were about to end, and she decided to enjoy them to max without feeling guilty.

After all, she was doing all to save her husband, which was a very noble goal. Where was the harm if she took a bit of pleasure.

Of course, when she stood in front of me and sat on my lap without a word, these thoughts took the backseat, unable to fight against the beauty of the moment.

She leaned forward, her lips parted just right, acting like she was about to kiss me, only to pull back at the last second, curling mischievously.

I could have pulled her hair and forced her into a kiss, but didn't, happy to see she was finally showing some initiative.

She leaned over me once more, again missing my lips at the last second, this time, her lips leaving the ghost of a kiss on my cheek.

Then, she stood up, and walked towards the wireless, scrambling until she came across a sensual music.

When she walked back towards me, her whole mannerism was different. She was more real and dreamlike at the same time, even watching her spellbound walk enough to kill a lesser man.

I, on the other hand, just leaned back and enjoyed the show as she glided across the room, her long skirt enhancing the illusion even more.

She twirled, turned, twisted, all the while my manhood imitating granite.

Then, her hands found the straps of her dress, pushing them to the side, and her dress slid off her like a dream, leaving her in just her underwear, a thin lacy set that failed to hide anything, while managing to make her features even more striking.

From the expression she had, I could see that it was her objective from the start.

After she made sure that her mode of dress had the exact impact she wanted, she took her rightful seat once more, her lips separated by a hair's breadth, a distance she refused to pass.

I didn't push her either, wanting to see the limits she was going to push. Her hips started rocking, sending shocks of pleasure across my body, so overwhelming that I would have creamed already if I wasn't used to her splendor.

Even with that, it was a struggle, a beautiful, heart-stopping struggle, but a struggle nevertheless.

Minutes passed during her dance over my lap, then she grabbed my hands and put them on her legs, her gaze hungry, inviting. I took the invitation and started exploring her body.

At the same time, her hands removed my buttons one by one, leaving my torso naked.

Her hands continued caressing my chest, but this time, her nails entered into the equation, dragging over my skin hard enough to leave thick red tracks behind.

But no words of protest departed my lips, letting her do as she wished. Meanwhile, my hands explored her body with feather-light touches, treating her like a crystal angel that could turn into dust in a careless touch.

Then, she stood off my lap, the dress sliding off her body, leaving her naked in all of her glory.

I could see her eyes flashing with arousal, her slit dripping with passion.

All told, a really tempting vision. Which was why it was a bit annoying for an owl fly inside, carrying a letter for me.

"Good news," I told her, annoyed despite being the one that set up the plan this way.

"Your husband had been let out from the observatory, and sent back to home a couple hours ago." Fleur froze in shock, the expression of regret drowning her arousal as she stood motionless.

Just as I planned.

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Despite the struggle on her face, I knew that what she was going to do, which was I proactively offered her that, of course, a small trap buried in the offer itself.

"Look, I understand that you need to be with your family," I said, keeping my voice sympathetic, a ridiculous concept considering I was blackmailing her for her presence, but in the haze of the moment, it was a detail she missed easily.

"I'll find you when you don't have anything else to do, okay?" Fleur nodded, disappointment and confusion warring on her face for the first place as she pulled her dress back on, followed by her robe, her movements choppy like she was drunk.

I watched her with a smile on my face, enjoying the fact that she had no inkling of what she had just agreed to, and how I was going to use it soon, where she least expected.

I said nothing until she apparated away, then pulled the Invisibility Cloak on myself and apparated, directly to the lawn of Shell Cottage, where I could see Fleur walking towards the window, glancing inside to see whether her husband had arrived at home.

Then, instead of walking through the front door to greet him, she carefully sneaked towards the back door, and I followed.

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