Today

"Pansy, I'm leaving— have you seen," Y/N was cut off by an angry Pansy, she folded her arms and had a scowl etched upon her face.

"What?"

"No, I have not seen him, so stop asking me," Pansy spat, Y/N was confused by her outburst, and particularly why her dating life had mattered so much to Pansy.

"Alright, alright, either he's avoiding me or he's dead," she laughed, trying to bring light into the conversation. Y/N never wanted to be on anyone's bad side, especially the people closest to her.

"Good," Pansy mumbled underneath her breath.

"Will you be joining me tonight— as you didn't come out last week?" She asked, and to be truthful she enjoyed the night she last had with Pansy, she wanted a do over for embarrassing herself that early on in the night.

Pansy held up a single finger, the crimson sharp nail almost threatening, she silenced Y/N quickly. Pansy checked through her phone, at a rapid pace, she almost envied Pansy at the skill she used when using a muggle item.

Then the sound of a text came through, a sharp ding, Pansy smirked and raised her head, "nope, you're on your own tonight love."

Y/N fake pouted, "okay, I'll see you on Monday."

"Have fun tonight, and please don't get too drunk."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, "I never get too drunk, especially when I'm on my own."

"Wonderful."

She left the hospital after saying her goodbyes to Pansy, stepping out and inhaling the fresh air. Although the freshness wasn't like the country air where she grew up in, this air was filled with toxins.

She didn't complain though, anything smelt better than blood and death.

Y/N strolled to the bar, taking her time and relishing in the light, evening warmth. The streets bustled with couples, friends and families.

She loved Friday nights.

She entered the bar, greeting a few of the regular customers, before she spotted a seat at the bar and settled onto it.

Y/N flicked her hand up, signalling the bartender over. This bartender was new, he was young, slightly shaky. She was sure he was overwhelmed with the amount of people in the bar.

He sent her a weak smile, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. He rubbed it off with his forearm and immediately had apologetic eyes, Y/N couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"I'll have another Martini please," Y/N smiled, she bit the olive off the toothpick and shoved it back into her glass.

"Right away," the bartender rushed, he was sloppy with his work. Loud men, flirty women all called him in unison, wanting his attention. Craving their own taste of poison.

Y/N looked around from her bar stool, the place was rammed. There were no empty chairs, no spare tables, bodies were everywhere. This only heated up the small bar, Y/N pushed her jacket down, settling it on her lap as she waited for her drink.

She fiddled with her fingers, she would enjoy some company right now. She pulled out her phone to message Pansy, but was interrupted by her drink arriving.

No olives, she frowned.

She thought to complain, but the poor boy was already under pressure. She didn't want to add any more, she swung the drink back effortlessly.

This was the drink that done it, the gin burned her throat, she could feel the alcohol swim through her veins. Her stomach fluttered, even though her jacket had come off, she had heated up again.

Y/N went to request another drink, but something else had been placed in front of her.

Brown liquid gold in a shot glass— fire whiskey. She smirked to herself.

Was she really hot, or did she just want to take off her jacket so her admirer could see her bare skin. Y/N didn't know, some parts of her wanted to find out who it was.

Another part of her wanted to keep on playing their little game.

After her conversation with Pansy, she knew that it must've been someone from Hogwarts, it had to be.

She held the drink to her lips, pressing them on the rim. Her nostrils burned, smelling the strong smell of the alcohol. She counted to three before swallowing the contents of the shot glass.

Y/N felt the sudden urge to meet her admirer, she began flicking through her memory of the faces who attended Hogwarts at the same time. But they all were her friends and they would've made themselves known by now.

Whoever it was, they were smart. Friday was always the busiest day, so no matter how hard Y/N tried to look for the unknown person, her mind was always cloudy by that time.

Maybe it was someone she had never spoken with before, from the year above? Maybe the year below, but she couldn't think of who would make the effort for two years straight.

She had to know.

A light bulb went off in her head, she then realised— this was a new bartender.

She called him over, he ran to her. His face was red, he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

"Who sent this drink?" She asked, her voice was laced with excitement.

"I— I don't know."

"You must know— he obviously told you— what did he look like?"

"Oh— yes right— white hair— he's tall, wearing all black."

"Thank you," Y/N smiled, she rose from her chair. She was going to find him, whoever it was.

She checked, table after table, there was no sign of this white haired man. She almost gave up, wanting to return to her seat. She internally screamed seeing it was now occupied.

She spun around ready to head to the exit, her face then collided with a hard chest.

"Looking for me?" The male spoke.

Y/N frowned, she pushed back, raising her head. She had seen him before, she knew who he was but she couldn't pin point where she knew him from.

God he was beautiful, his face was carved sharply, his eyes a stormy grey colour. He was powerful, just by his stance, his skin was clean, like porcelain, there wasn't a scratch on it.

"I— uh-"

"Would you like to sit down? You're welcome to sit on my table," he spoke again, his voice was deep, it almost went straight to Y/N's core.

She couldn't speak, she was in awe at this beautiful man.

"If I'd had known that you were going to react like this then I would've made myself known sooner," he chuckled.

His hand wrapped around her wrist, his cold fingertips snapped her out of the trance. Before she knew what he was doing, he dragged her back to his table. It was in the corner, dim lit, her eyes went to where the bar was, she realised he had a clear view of her.

He was watching her all this time.

"I— do I know you?" She asked, her eyes met his, she was intimidated by his strong gaze.

"I don't know, do you?" He responded, picking up his drink and raising it to his lips.

"You look familiar," Y/N mumbled, watching him, his pink tongue fell out and licked the rim of his glass before he sipped on the contents.

Her breath hitched in her throat, she knew that he had been watching her for so long.

He set his glass down and turned his body so that their knees were touching, "we went to school together."

"Hogwarts?" Y/N frowned.

He hummed, conjuring more fire whiskey from the tip of his wand. Y/N looked around to see if anyone had watched but luckily no one did.

Then she realised who he was, the annoying, pompous asshole that got underneath everyone's skin.

"Malfoy" she grimaced.

"Huh, you were eye fucking me less than two minutes ago— now you're saying my name like you hate me Y/L/N."

"Piss off— I was not— you've just changed— that's all."

"In a good way I'm guessing," he smirked, his fingers tapped the table below him. She couldn't help but stare at his long fingers, decorated with silver expensive rings.

She let out a breath, the fire whiskey had clearly taken over her body and her mind, "very good."

Draco appeared to be surprised by her response, Y/N had always been bold since school. So she spoke her mind often, which others didn't agree with.

"So, Malfoy, you've been watching me all this time, buying me drinks— what's the catch?" She laughed, she picked up his drink and sipped a little of it. Some escaped from the corner of her mouth, due to her rushing to swallow the drink.

His finger reached out, collecting the fallen liquid. He brushed it against her bottom lip, letting it sit there before he pushed his wet finger into his own mouth.

Y/N sat there with her mouth open, her thoughts ran wild. Imagining what Malfoy would be like in bed, he was an arrogant bastard, so he must have something to show for it.

She could faintly remember him in school, however all her memories of him were negative. Him bullying the golden Trio, treating girls like toys. She had despised him, she couldn't remember him in the war— or if he were even there.

"There's no catch," he said, bringing her back to reality.

"I find that hard to believe, there's always a catch with you Malfoy."

"Call me Draco— darling."

Y/N hadn't noticed that her thong had became wet, only when she shifted from leg to leg. She felt the cool breeze travel up her skirt and right onto her underwear.

She unknowingly had a blush painted across her face, which Draco had clearly noticed. Draco always noticed, he knew her like the back of his hand.

"Everything alright?" He whispered, he leaned closer to her, his strong scent overpowering her nostrils. His hand found her knee and rested it there, Y/N secretly hoped he would move his hand further.

"I— I'm fine, it's just hot in here," Y/N nervously laughed.

"You seem flustered Y/N," Draco said in a hushed tone, he leaned even closer to her, his breath now hot against her ear.

"I'm— I'm just hot Draco" she lifted his glass to her mouth, drinking slowly, trying to avoid his eyes.

"Mmm, are you wet too?"

Y/N choked on the drink, liquid flew out of her mouth landing on the table. She didn't expect him to come out with that, how did he know, was it that obvious?

Draco picked up a piece of tissue and dried the table, "I'll take that as a yes."

She was embarrassed, more than embarrassed. She wanted to run out of the bar and never return, but she couldn't. His pull was strong, that's what kept her there.

"No— I'm not."

"I think you're lying darling."

His hand had moved to her thigh, massaging it softly. Her skin quickly covered in goosebumps, he left a light kiss on her cheek and pried her thighs open as they were firmly shut from her crossing them.

Draco looked in her eyes to see if there was any sign of protest, but there wasn't, her eyes were full of lust and want.

"I think," Draco paused, his index finger drew circles up her inner thigh, edging closer and closer to her wet thong.

His mouth was brushing her ear, "you should let me, clean this little mess you made."

His finger dragged along the centre of her thong, an almost inaudible groan escaped past his pink lips. Y/N's hand grabbed onto his forearm, holding it in place.

She whimpered feeling his finger slip underneath her thong, he ran his finger up and down, collecting her arousal on his finger.

"Would you let me do that?"

Y/N had forgotten that he had asked a question, all she could focus on was his slender finger touching her ever so carefully.

"Hmm? Answer me my love, would you like that— would you like me to clean this up?" He whispered, circling her clit slowly, his eyes stared into the side of her face.

Y/N contemplated whether she wanted to do this, especially with a stranger, but she was pulled from the internal debate she had in her head when he removed his finger.

Y/N's mouth ran dry, she couldn't remember the last time she had been touched like this. She wanted to say in Hogwarts but everything before the war was fuzzy to her.

Here goes nothing.

"Yes," she managed to whisper.

He nodded, he downed his drink and leaned back into the chair. Y/N frowned, looking at him, she thought he was going to move out of the way so she could exit the booth.

But he just sat there, he ran his tongue over his teeth, smirking slightly whilst he watched her.

"Ladies first."

"But you're in the way."

"I'm a gentleman, ladies first Y/N" he said, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched her scramble and collect her belongings.

She stood up, praying silently to herself, do not fall over him. He widened his legs and allowed her to step over one of them until she was standing in between his legs.

She almost fell but he caught her by her waist, she looked down at him. His eyes were already on hers, they were dark, he looked at her like she was his prey.

"Careful love," his eyes wandered down her body until they reached her ass. His tongue ran across his lips, moistening them before he moved his hand off her waist.

Y/N managed to climb out of the booth safely, without falling on him again. She threw her coat on and waited for him to stand up, he immediately towered over her.

His hand fell to the small of her back and guided her through the sweaty bodies. He didn't need to push anyone out of the way, his presence alone made people stand to the side.

Once they had reached the empty street he held out his hand for her to take. She knew where this was going, she always hated apparating but it was the fastest way to transport to places.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the wave of nausea run through her system. Apparating and alcohol were not a good pairing, she knew not to make this mistake again.

Finally back on two feet she waited for her body to regain its normal composure. She looked at her surroundings, a simple flat. It was modern but with dark accents to it, typical for a Slytherin she thought to herself.

The kitchen was attached to the lounge, a nice open space. Y/N wondered if he lived by himself. It was a large flat, the floor to floor windows overlooked the streets of central London. I guess he still had money even after the war.

Y/N placed her bag on the floor and stood by the window, watching the river Thames in the background, then glancing to the busy streets, full of life.

Draco stood next to her, watching everywhere she was watching.

"It's nice isn't it?" Draco said, Y/N hummed and leaned against the window. She was no longer watching the view, she was watching him. The way his eyes glowed against the moons natural light.

She couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach, his hand cupped the side of her face. His thumb brushed up and down her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her.

She welcomed his mouth with hers, instantly deepening the kiss with her tongue. His taste was unmatched, fresh mint and alcohol, he was intoxicating.

Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her. He bent down picking her up by the back of her thighs, their mouths never disconnected.

Each second the kiss became more desperate, full of hunger and need. Maybe she needed this, something to relieve the stress she had built up for the past two years, so she indulged in this, thoroughly.

Draco managed to set Y/N on top of the island in his kitchen. His hands ran up her sides, brushing past her breasts and then back down to her thighs.

Y/N tried to get his shirt off, only managing to tear the top three buttons before giving up. She instead put her fingers through his hair, tugging on his neatly gelled hair, making it a now disheveled.

She swallowed his groans in her mouth, allowing him to push her legs open, which he settled between. He removed his mouth, Y/N was catching her breath, gasping heavily.

Draco made his way down her collar bone, sucking and biting at the spot which he knew would drive her crazy.

She whimpered, feeling him lick her pulse and then bite on it gently.

"God, Draco."

He let out a laugh and pulled her legs to the edge of the table so she was sitting half on it. She fell backwards waiting for him to touch her.

Her skirt had been bunched up around her waist, Draco pushed her thighs apart, so that he could see everything now.

Y/N tried to close her legs, embarrassed at how wet he had made her. But this forced Draco to open them again, the strength he held was unmatched compared to Y/N's.

"Don't, I want to see you— all of you."

Wet kisses scorched her sensitive skin, she could still feel each kiss even when his mouth had left the area.

She was in a state of bliss, her thoughts and senses were overpowered by pleasure.

"Draco," she moaned, feeling him lick a long stripe up her pussy. The friction between his wet tongue and lace underwear caused her to jolt forward.

His finger curled underneath her underwear, he pulled it down her legs, throwing it on the ground carelessly.

His face was now centimetres away from her aching pussy. If she moved closer his mouth would be touching it, but she waited for him.

She heard him suck in a breath, the heat from his mouth fanned against her bare pussy. Sending chills down her spine which was already cold against the marble slab beneath her.

His middle finger entered her without warning, she saw him shut his eyes just as her cunt clenched around the single finger. 

Y/N was still, frozen, only her chest heaving up and down. She felt Draco still too, his finger still inside her, maybe he was waiting for a response. But she couldn't speak, so instead she clenched around his finger.

This pushed Draco to continue, he slid his finger in and out a few times, but that wasn't enough for Y/N, she needed more.

"More," Y/N managed to squeak out.

He abided with her command and added a second finger. Draco used a scissoring motion, stretching her, preparing her for his cock, it's as if he knew she hadn't had sex since Hogwarts.

Y/N couldn't breathe, she hadn't felt like this in a long time, she almost forgot how this made her feel.

She couldn't even make herself cum, so the coil inside of her tightened, quicker than she thought it was, she was close, the teasing from the bar and now this.

"You look so beautiful Y/N— do you like that? Do you like feeling my fingers stretch your— tight little pussy?" Draco groaned, she didn't respond, only clenching her pussy again as a somewhat answer.

"God— I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Draco latched his mouth onto her clit, sucking on it gently. His fingers were fucking her quickly, never losing there pace even when she gripped his hair tightly.

She was close, low screams came from her throat, her body squirmed around the cold, marble slab beneath her. The feeling only intensified when she felt Draco's tongue enter her, prodding in and out of her quickly.

He lapped up her arousal, as his fingers rubbed harshly on her clit. The vibrations from his groans and hums, pushed her over the edge.

She suddenly stilled and screamed his name, followed by multiple curse words. The orgasm washed over her, but Draco never stopped. He continued licking her until she was clean before he raised his head again.

His mouth now shiny, covered in her cum. He licked his lips, and his face contorted in satisfaction, he appeared to be in a trance.

"So perfect, you taste exquisite,"

Y/N's head fell back onto the table, she let out a shaky breath, taking a few moments before she sat up, she watched as he palmed his cock through his neatly ironed trousers.

His movements were slow, Y/N couldn't help but become aroused again. He was teasing her, he undone his belt slowly and unzipped his trousers.

All while maintaining eye contact with her.

The room was filled with heavy breaths, Y/N couldn't wait to see what he had to offer. Never in a million years did she think she would fuck Draco Malfoy. But here she was, silently begging for him to do so.

His trousers were pushed down first, leaving him in his black boxers. They hardly disguised his erection as the tip was peaking out of the top, a wet patch surrounded it.

"You want this?" He smirked, rubbing his cock through his boxers. He squeezed the base and ran his hand up to the tip, groaning at his own pleasure. Y/N felt jealous, utterly jealous.

Y/N nodded quickly, licking her lips. He laughed, pushing his boxers down to his ankles.

A gasp tumbled out of her mouth, his cock stood up, reaching his belly button. It was hard, it almost looked as if it was causing him pain.

How was she going to take that when she hadn't had sex in so long. Thank God she was a healer, she laughed to herself.

He pulled her to the edge again, "I'll stop if it hurts."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "just fuck me Draco."

He shook his head and let out a short laugh, lining his tip up with her entrance. He didn't enter just yet, he ran the tip up and down her pussy, nudging her clit with it a few times.

She chewed on her bottom lip, watching him closely. He just stared between them, sweat was trickling down his temple. He gulped heavily and closed his eyes.

"Draco?"

"Wait," he mumbled, he pushed inside of her, a strained groan coming from his throat.

The stretch caught Y/N off guard, a wince left her mouth. Concern filled in Draco's eyes, but she held up a finger, and allowed the pain to subside before nodding and telling him to continue.

Draco's hand went to her throat and held onto it tightly. The air was cut off, Y/N was taken aback on how he knew what she liked, he knew everything, but this weren't a time to question this.

Draco pulled out of her, and pushed back in slowly. He quickened his pace and then slowed down once more, it seemed as if he was testing his pace.

But then he settled on a pace, short, deep, delicious thrusts, that's what Y/N received. His tip nudged her cervix each time, his pace was bruising, everything Y/N had wanted.

His hand was tight around her throat, making it hard for her to even breath— let alone moan. Draco's eyes were still fixated on where the two were connecting.

"Fuck— your cunt is so— fucking tight," he grunted. His hips moved faster, and his hand only clasped tighter.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. The coil in Y/N's stomach was about to snap again. When she closed her eyes she saw stars, her head was fuzzy, she felt disoriented.

"You're taking me so well— just like you us-"

Y/N let out a loud moan, cutting him off, her way of telling him that she was close. Draco's hand withdrew from her neck, travelling down her torso until his thumb reached her clit.

He rubbed it leisurely, now watching her with heavy eyes, "cum for me Y/N, be a good girl and cum."

Y/N choked as her second orgasm bulldozed through her body. The air knocked out of her lungs, she squeezed him so tightly through her orgasm, which led Draco to let out a rough groan.

"Shit, shit, shit," he swallowed thickly, she felt his cum fill her up, some leaking onto her thighs, dripping on the countertop.

The two tried to regain their breaths. Draco was still inside her, leaning against her chest as Y/N was desperately trying to get her normal vision back.

After a few minutes she was able to find a sense of normality. Draco raised his head, watching as Y/N gave him a lazy smile— no— a freshly fucked smile.

He pulled out of her, resulting in a wince escaping from her mouth. She sat up slowly, waiting for him to help her down from the island.

"Where's the bathroom," her voice scratchy from the recent screams and yells.

"Down the hall, to the right," he replied in almost a whisper.

She was weak, unstable, she needed help from him to find her way there, but she felt uncomfortable finding comfort in a stranger.

But something about Draco made her want to stay.

But she couldn't, she didn't have time for men. After she cleaned herself up there was an awkward silence.

That was her cue to leave.

Draco offered her to stay over but she refused. He put on a light smile in response, and watched as she collected her belongings in a hurried manor.

"Goodnight Draco," Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight my darling," he smiled.

She didn't dare look back, instead, she picked up her phone and dialled Pansy's number. After two rings, her friend answered, yawning and sighing at the late hour Y/N had called her.

"What," Pansy half yelled through the phone.

"You never guess who I just had sex with," Y/N said, almost too excitedly.

"I swear, if it's that guy from downs-"

"No, Draco, do you remember him? Draco Malfoy," Y/N waited for a moment, she heard a scream from the other side of the phone.

"Are you alright?" Y/N asked, now worried about her friend, who had let out a frightening noise.

"I'm coming over, see you in a few," Pansy rushed, hanging up the phone.

Y/N laughed to herself, and pushed her phone back into her bag. She couldn't help but think about Draco, she felt intrigued to know more about him, how he'd been getting on all these years.

And she would find out, because Y/N always got what she wanted.