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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Two

     It was a warm kiss on the side of my neck and goose bumps erupted down my arms when I felt his lips brush against my skin. I smiled cordially and gave a reluctant bow of my head to the Liege when he nodded goodbye to me. “Keep your nights open, Rose,” he said and it wasn’t phrased as a question at all but instead was said as a demand. I held my breath until he left the room and then in a whirlwind of panic I threw my hands in the air. “Oh…MY…God! Oh my God. Oh my God!” I said repeatedly and then I turned towards the door only to see Malfoy smirking at me.
     “Don’t mind me. I forgot my wand,” he said as he brushed past me.
     “Make sure you button up, it’s quite cold outside,” I said stupidly, but my brain was in the process of short circuiting itself so it was a minor miracle that I could speak at all. He merely stared at me, curiously, as if amused by my fumbling words. Well of course Malfoy took enjoyment from another’s unease, I said to myself.
     “We should do this again, soon, and we will,” he said bluntly and then he left again, this time with his wand in hand. I waited until I heard the heavy, front door close before I let out an exasperated sigh. Then I set off down the stairs to lock the door behind the blond.

__0__

     “I can’t believe that you shagged Malfoy!” Ron shrieked at me after the Liege and his posse of Death Eaters left the brothel.
     “Stop it. I can shag anyone I desire. You and I are not a thing anymore,” I said annoyed. “Besides, I didn’t shag him at all! I just danced for him while he might have… I don’t know, jacked himself off,” I mumbled the last bit.
     “You desire him? You bloody desire Malfoy?” he shouted again.
     “What? Oh heavens no!”
     “You said you can shag who you desire. Then you went on about dancing for him and jacking him off!”
     “No, you’re twisting my words. I do not desire Draco Malfoy of all people, and I didn’t wank him off. I just watched while he did it,” I said as an afterthought. “He’s engaged, he was trying to be faithful. I think in a bizarre way that’s kind of sweet,” I said without thinking.
     “You think he’s sweet? Now I’ve heard it all,” Ron said and he waved his wand and a plate went flying across the room where it smashed against the wall.
     “You’re cleaning that up, and it’s coming out of your pay,” I said sounding quite cross and I folded my arms.
     “I don’t bloody care! Hermione, what’s wrong with you?”
     “It’s Rose! Rose Winthrop, remember it from now on! There is nothing wrong with me. Look, it wasn’t as big a deal as you’re making it out to be. I danced and stripped a little and he came. Big deal!”
     “You stripped for him? Now you’re a stripper?” Ron was incensed and yet I really couldn’t figure out why he was. I mean, I knew he hated Malfoy with every fiber of his being, but it seemed like overkill. It’s not as if I made love to Malfoy, and planned on popping out a couple of kids with the Death Eater.
     “I stripped for you too, in case you forgot.”
     “I haven’t forgotten,” he replied angrily. “You just compared him to me, your bloody boyfriend! Are you feeling alright?”
     “I wasn’t comparing you with him! You are however my ex-boyfriend. There are a lot of differences there, big ones,” I said and then I wished I hadn’t.
     “Just what is that supposed to mean?” His eyes were accusing and I just wanted to get away from him at that moment.
     “It means nothing, alright? Absolutely nothing,” I said. “Look, I’m disgusted too, but this isn’t entirely bad.”
     “Did he kiss you after he blew his wad?” Ron asked.
     “What? No,” I lied. “Why would that matter?” I asked, curious as to where he was going with it.
     “Because it does. Are you sure he didn’t kiss you?”
     “I don’t know, maybe he did I can’t really remember. I was more concerned with the thousands of galleons he left on the dresser.”
     “Bloody hell, he kissed you! I know when you’re lying…Rose.”
     “I’m going to take a shower. I want to wash Malfoy off of me. Is this conversation over I hope?”
     “So long as he never shows his face around here again it is,” Ron seethed.
     “That might be a problem. He sort of insinuated that he wanted this to be a regular thing with him and me. I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve thought about this and maybe it isn’t such a bad idea, you know, me entertaining the Liege of Blind Falls. I mean, we need things around this place and I might be able to coax the ferret into certain things.”
     “No way! There is nothing we need so much that you should have to touch that slimy ferret in any way shape or form. Papers…” Ron drawled in a posh accent, mimicking Malfoy. “Did you hear him? He uses his status as a Death Eater to put others down that are beneath him in status. I swear he has no dick. That’s probably why he throws his weight around everyone, to compensate for his lack of cock,” Ron’s face was turning red he was so angry. I politely backed out of the room. “Oh that’s right you saw it, so was it puny just like I said?” he asked and I clamped my mouth shut. “It’s not? Bloody hell!”
     “I really didn’t notice if he had a big cock or not. Does it really matter? You’re acting immature.”
     “Please don’t let him have you,” Ron said and he sounded sincere. “Promise me.”
     “I won’t, alright?” I replied. All I wanted to do in that moment was to appease Ron. I couldn’t stand to see him hurting, after all he was family and that meant the world to me. “I may not have shagged Malfoy, but you can be certain that some of the girls did have relations with those rotten Death Eaters. I should give them all Tonic of the Morning. I stored some behind the bar. Pass me a couple bottles, will you?” I said and I pointed to the cabinet above the till.
     “Blimey,” Ron muttered as he reached for the bottles. “Make sure every single one of them drinks this. I don’t want any bloody Death Eater children roaming about the place.”
     “That’s really awful, what you just said.”
     “Do you want them knocked up by Death Eaters?”
     “No, that’s why I asked for the tonic, but you didn’t have to put it in such a crass way. Babies are beautiful and innocent.”
     “Not this again. Look, I know you have your heart set on a family, but in light of how shitty our lives are it just doesn’t make sense to bring a child into this world. Voldemort’s world.”
     “Just shut up,” I snapped. “I know full well how you feel about having children. I don’t need to be reminded again!” My eyes grew moist as I snatched the bottles of tonic and turned in a huff.
     “’Mione, I’m sorry. I would have given you a rack of kids. You know I come from a big family, and I looked forward to carrying on the tradition, but that was before Harry—“
     “Don’t say it,” I whirled on him. “Harry was my friend too, so stop acting like you’re the only one who hurts over it. Stop talking about it too! This is our life now, and for the last time, you must call me Rose! Rose, Rose, Rose!”
     “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you Rose,” Ron apologized. “You know I’ll always love you.”
     “Love you too, Rob. Lock up and don’t forget to stoke the fire before you go to bed,” I said and I smiled at him. I was happy to see him smile back at me.

__0__

     “Did you fuck him?” Marcheline and Jasmine cornered me the following day just as I was about to leave for town. We needed supplies, so I had put on my town clothes. You know, the traditional sort of frock, that resembled a burlap sack, but that made me fit in with the Purebloods idea of dress code. The ladies auxiliary, all Pureblooded blue bloods mind you, had actually enacted a rather stringent dress code, one that was entirely confining. I hated the hats worst of all. The rule of thumb seemed to be the more hideous the fashion the better and the Pureblood women swooned over these awful hats, so much so that ugly hats were all the rage. I stared into the mirror as I stuck bobby pins into my hair in order to hold the monstrosity of a hat with peacock feathers that sprouted out from the top to my head in its place. “We’re all dying to know. Come on Madam Rose, do not keep us in suspense mon ami,” Marcheline coaxed me for details.
     “No, of course not,” I said and I waved them off.
     “Ye didn’t feck da Liege? Why da hell not?” Jasmine giggled.
     “She’s too classy. Unlike you,” March teased.
     “Jasmine would suck and fuck every Death Eater that walks if she could. Bloody Death Eater Fucker,” Honora piped in rudely and she made a face at Jasmine.
     “Nobody is a Death Eater Fucker, and stop using that term, someone may hear you,” I said sounding irritated.
     “I am,” Jasmine said proudly. “Got two comin’ today I do. Want a lil’ of ole girl on girl action,” Jasmine announced and Honora’s jaw dropped. “Oh what like you ‘didn’t lick a twat or two for a man? Please. Don’t you worry none Honora I wasn’t gonna ask you fer nuthin’. March isn’t afraid of a little Death Eater cock and it pays real good too.”
     “Miss Rose, are you going to listen to this?” Honora said with a sense of outrage. “Can the Death Eaters march in here and just demand that we become lesbians to suit their kinks?”
     “Honora, enough! You too Jasmine. Look, I don’t like them being here either, but this is a Brothel and unfortunately that is why we exist. To service wizards, to do the things that their stuck up, Pureblooded girlfriends and wives won’t do. Is it right? No. Is it our job? Yes.” I couldn’t believe that I just said that. It went against everything I believed in, or that Hermione believed anyway. I was Rose, Madam and brothel owner and I reminded myself of that fact.
     “Does he have a big cock, that’s all I want to know?” Marcheline continued with a smirk plastered to her pretty French face the entire time. She more than any of the other girls loved seeing our unease with all things prostitute, and she always reminded us that she was a pro and we were just amateurs, to the point of utter annoyance. It was as if spreading your legs for a man took a certain skill, one that only someone like her could excel at. She was good though, I had to admit. She had twice as many return customers as any of the other girls. I just couldn’t bring myself to watch her perform in order to figure out just what it was she did differently that made her so popular with the wizards.
     “His cock was perfectly satisfactory,” I said diplomatically. “Now, if any of you need me to pick up something whilst I’m in town, then please do give me your list of items.” Girls streamed out of the woodwork and I suddenly was surrounded as pieces of parchment waved through air. “Merlin, I’m going to have to bring Rob with me, this is too much for one person to carry. You all behave yourselves, and don’t forget to take the Tonic of the Morning. Just two swallows each and every time before you are with a client. Better to be safe than sorry,” I reminded. Most of my girls nodded but a couple bitched and moaned.
     “I won’t do that. It’s against my beliefs,” Tuesdee said. She was an attractive blonde with legs that kept on going they were so long. She was also naïve and still believed in knights on white horses and damsels in distress.
     “Tuesdee, need I remind you of what happens to Muggle Born children who are born out of wedlock to Pureblood fathers?”
     “They take them away and make them house servants like the house elves and the Mudblood Mum never sees her baby again,” Tuesdee drawled as if bored because she’d heard that particular story a thousand times before (from me actually). “It doesn’t sound all that bad if you ask me. Least they don’t have cock being shoved in them by strangers.”
     “Nobody here makes you spread your legs. It’s always your choice and that goes for the lot of you. Tuesdee, it’s not just me. Rob also agrees that all of you should take the tonic in order to prevent an unwanted pregnancy.”
     “If Rob said it then I’ll do it,” Tuesdee said and she took the bottle and gulped the tonic down. I nodded my approval.
     “Why not do it because I said it though? Why did it matter to you that Rob said it?”
     “Because. It’s none of your business,” Tuesdee said and I rolled my eyes. I had millions of items to pick up for the girls and I didn’t have time for her immaturity. It wasn’t that I disliked her at all. Actually, I loved her. I loved that she wasn’t jaded by the war and by Voldemort’s new laws, but for practical purposes her desire to hang onto truths that simply were not true anymore did tend to grate on my every last nerve.
     “It’s cuz she’s feckin’ him. Tuesdee been polishin’ his nob for a good while Miss Rose. Tuesdee and Rob sittin’ in da tree,” Jasmine sang the kids song and I held up my palm to get her to cease.
     “Really?” My jaw hung open. “Look, I think that’s great. Rob is a great man. You could find no better,” I said and I meant it, although I was a little taken aback by Ron’s choice of a girlfriend, mainly for selfish reasons, that, and that of all the girls Tuesdee was the one woman who was the exact opposite of me. Although quite tall, she was still a waif and she was needy. She wasn’t particularly bright and yet she was the same age as me. I was flabbergasted to hear that Ron was dating her of all people. Never in a million years, I said to myself.
     “Someone went into my sex toy box again. Marcheline, was it you?” Krystal said and she pointed an accusing finger at March.
     “Me?” March said faking innocence.
     “A dildo is missing and so are my feathers, not to mention all the cock rings are missing and someone got into my French tickler condoms.”
     “I thought you had blue ones?” March inquired without ever admitting her guilt.
     “See, you did take them, otherwise how would you know that?” Krystal shouted while I held my fingers at my temples.
     “I’m out of here,” I said shaking my head. “Behave and act like ladies!”

__0__

     “So you and Tuesdee then?” I asked as Ron and I walked the two kilometers into town. The brothel lay on the outskirts of town, tucked away from the society types. Of course everyone knew about our operation, it wasn’t a secret, and I was used to the backlash I received from the prim and proper town’s women. The dirty looks, the whispers and the outright egregious acts that were perpetuated against me in the name of Voldemort. Once, I was pelted with mud pies by a pair of twins who resembled something out of a Stephen King novel, as they hurled pies at me while their Pureblood mother looked on beaming with pride as if her precious darlings had just scored an Outstanding on a test. I loathed going to town, which is why I usually stocked up on supplies, minimizing my need to travel the short distance into the heart of Blind Falls.
     “Yeah, I was going to tell you,” Ron said awkwardly.
     “I think it’s great, the two of you finding love amidst all of this,” I said in earnest.
     “I never said anything about love,” Ron said and I stopped in my tracks and turned to him.
     “You better love her. If I find out that you’re just shagging her and then you intend to—“
     “I’m not using her, if that’s what you mean. It’s just…after you I’m taking my time. We never should have rushed into things the way we did.”
     “You see that’s the difference between you and me. I don’t see things that way. Sometimes you’re meant to take a leap of faith.”
     “You’re talking about us and not Malfoy, right?” Ron questioned.
     “You know what, I don’t think I want to talk to you anymore,” I said cheekily and we both laughed. “But yes, I was talking about you, Rob. We’re here,” I said looking up at the sign that said Miller’s Market.
     “Want me to come in with you?” Ron asked politely.
     “Do you want to stand in line with me when I’m buying strawberries and whipped cream, candles, tampons and lubrication, spermicide and condoms?” I asked with a smirk. Ron shook his head. “I wonder if they sell dildos, someone took Krystals?”
     “I’ll just wait outside,” he said uncomfortably and I laughed as I strolled through the doors of the market.

__0__

     I found everything but dildos, and so I improvised as I compared the sizes of the cucumbers, looking for the perfect sized vegetable. “None of these are big enough to compensate for mine,” someone said in a deep, husky voice and I looked up. He was smirking as he towered over me and I gulped.
     “Uh, I was just going to make a stew. Oh these are cucumbers, I meant to get carrots. How absentminded of me,” I lied as a deep blush crept over my cheeks. My whole face felt as if it was burning with fire I was utterly caught off guard.
     “The carrots aren’t big enough either,” Malfoy said and he chuckled as he followed me to the other side of the vegetable table.
     “My Liege!” a middle-aged woman said and she curtsied right there in the middle of the store! It was an overblown curtsy too, as to put others (but mostly me) to shame for not bowing appropriately to the man who was considered royalty. Of course he wasn’t, he was just a slimy ferret, but he was a high ranking member of Voldemort’s court and an Army Commander. “I so wanted to welcome you to Blind Falls,” the woman fawned over the blond making grand gestures.
     “Why thank you, Mrs…?”
     “Boulderdick. My husband fought with you in the battle of…well I can’t remember the name but—“
     “Ah yes, Frederick Boulderdick,” Malfoy cut her off as I pretended to sort through the tomatoes. I tried to move away at that but the blond gripped my elbow so that I could not make a swift departure. Annoyed, I had no choice but to stand there at his side. “He fought bravely at my side at the Battle of Dershire.”
     “Yes, that’s it!” the woman said and she clapped her hands excitedly. “You sacked the city in less than an hour. I’m so pleased that our great and wonderful Lord named you as Liege.”
     “Well thank you, but I’m very busy, so if you don’t mind—“ Malfoy said but he was cut off by the Pureblooded bint who frowned at me.
     “You shouldn’t be seen with this, this, this… Mudblood,” she said in whispers as if it were better to speak atrocities in whispers as it somehow cushioned the blow. Never mind that I was standing right there and could hear her perfectly well.
     “Oh and why is that?” Malfoy played along.
     “She’s a Mudblood and a very loose woman. She runs that awful Mudblood Whore House,” the woman said and I scoffed.
     “I had no idea,” Malfoy lied and he pretended to share her outrage. “Well thank you, I will be sure to keep that in mind. That being said, as Liege I am sworn to protect all residents of this county, Mudbloods alike.”
     “That’s why you’re speaking to her then?” the lady asked.
     “It is. They are citizens too, and while I may not condone their lascivious activities, I must follow my duties as Liege.”
     “But my Liege,” she went on and I scowled at her, “They bed down with married men and some I have heard are Purebloods, even Death Eaters if you can believe that!”
     “No! Say it isn’t so,” Malfoy feigned outrage yet again. Gods he hadn’t changed a bit! “And what do they do at this Brothel? Cock sucking? Ball licking? A little of the ole in out perhaps? I bet they even copulate like dogs,” the blond said and I nearly peed myself with laughter.
     “Well, yes I say they do all of those…things,” the woman said but her expression was priceless. It was as if she had just eaten a poo or something, as her lip curled up and her nostrils flared. “Oh, uh, I should go. I think I hear Mrs. Crowling calling me outside,” the woman said and she held her hand over her forehead and fanned herself with the other to keep from fainting. I had tears trailing down my cheeks and I simply could not stop the fit of giggles that overtook me no matter how I tried. Draco too was laughing as we stood over a neatly piled stack of extra-large cucumbers.
     “This one might be close in size to me,” he said and he thrust the cucumber into the bag I had looped over my shoulder.
     “You know, I’m used to it. The looks and the whispers I mean,” I said in all seriousness.
     “Good, plenty of those and they won’t be going away with my arrival. No, I don’t really care what those old battleaxes think about much, but I do have to play nice with them. It’s funny though, her husband Fred has more girlfriends than I have galleons, and I have a lot of galleons,” he winked at me. “So I’ll see you tonight then,” he said, again not as a question. I spoke up to argue the point but he merely walked away.
     “Tonight Rose,” he said again under his breath. “And nice hat. Be sure to thank the peacock that died to make it,” he chuckled to himself. I started to laugh again as I ripped the stupid hat from my head and tossed it in the rubbish bin outside the market.
__0__


     “Are these the knickers you intend to wear tonight?” Ron said when he strayed into my room on the second floor of the brothel.
     “Yes, what of it?” I asked as I applied my make-up. I picked up a tube of bright red lipstick. It was a color I used as a mask, all part of the role of Madam. I figured I’d need the extra makeup on that night what with Malfoy again making his unwanted presence known.
     “Don’t you think they’re a little too sexy?”
     “Of course they’re sexy. I’m a Madam. I have an image to uphold.”
     “Well yeah, but for Malfoy? You would be better off wearing granny panties.”
     “Have you and Tuesdee slept together?” I asked. It was a sly effort on my part to shift the conversation back onto him. I was interested in his answer though. There was still a part of me who loved Ron and if I was being honest I was in part a little jealous over his budding new relationship with Tuesdee.
     “What? Uh…”
     “So you have?”
     “Yeah, we have,” he admitted.
     “Is she better than me, in the sack?” I shamefully asked. Oh what like you wouldn’t ask? It’s a normal thing to be curious about.
     “I don’t want to talk about this,” Ron said forgetting all about the skimpy red panties that I slipped on. I smiled victoriously but then it suddenly occurred to me. He thinks Tuesdee is better than me in bed! “Hmph,” I said to myself as I puckered my lips in the mirror.

__0__

     I was nervous as I watched the big hand on the clock strike seven. I gazed at myself in the mirror and then plucked a black feather boa off the hat rack in my quarters and wrapped it around my neck. The less I looked like Hermione Granger the better. You look like a dime store harlot, I said to myself. Such is life. I refused to feel sorry for myself. I was a Madam and a damn good one. “Honora, are March and Jasmine still entertaining in the tavern?” I asked. I knew that Malfoy would be arriving shortly and I didn’t want him to walk into an ongoing ménage trois, so hoped that Jasmine and Marcheline were finished with Harley Bathe, a Death Eater in training, one of Malfoy’s men consequently. I had purposely avoided the tavern all day, but not for the reasons you might think. Oh I hated Death Eaters alright, that hadn’t changed, but I had grown accustomed to seeing them. They made up a full one half of our customers, so like it or not I was going to see them from time to time. No, the real reason that I stayed away was because of Ron. He was sure to be in a foul mood having to be around Harley Bathe at all. It was his one weakness. Death Eaters. He could hardly contain his temper whenever one strayed into the brothel. I couldn’t blame him, he had every right to feel as such. He took Harry’s death particularly bad. That’s not to say that I didn’t as well, because I did, but Ron had never gotten over it and stewed about our loss day in and day out. If I had to hear one more battle scenario, you know the could of, would of, should of type of arguments, and how we could have won the war if only, I was going to go crazy! We lost. Move on.
     “Did you see this? Did you?” Ron said when he barged into my room and thrust a copy of the Daily Prophet into my hands.
     “Mudblood Praises Wand Act?” I read the heading on the article. “More propaganda. Honestly Rob, I don’t have time for this.”
   “Not that one, the little blurb at the bottom right corner of the page!” he explained and he pointed his finger to the tiny writing. I had to squint to read it it was so small.
     “Fight erupts in Wiltshire. Four Death Eaters killed by lone wizard in black cloak,” I read.
     “It’s about time our side took out some of those bastards,” Ron exclaimed. “I wonder if he has a resistance?” the redhead said with hope in his eyes.
     “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. It was probably just a bar fight. We’ve had them here even! It may not have anything at all to do with politics. For all we know those Death Eaters raped his wife or something. Sad, they’re going to kill him for his crimes,” I frowned.
     “No they won’t, because he got away! You know, we never actually saw Harry killed—“
     “Stop it! Do not start in with the Harry’s not really dead thing again!”
     “That bloke in the paper could be him.”
     “Please stop it! Harry is dead. You’re reading an old edition too. Look at the date. This was from last month! They probably got the witch or wizard and he’s six feet under by now. Now if you don’t mind, I’m expecting the Liege.”
     “Bloody Malfoy again?”
     “Yes, so keep out of sight.”

__0__

     He handed me a single, red rose and I thanked the Liege. “Thank you, I love roses,” I said kindly and I smelled the blossoming rose.
     “What color do you prefer most?” the blond asked.
     “Red is fine,” I smiled.
     “But it’s not your favorite?” he asked.
     “Well no, but it’s beautiful just the same. So do you wish to sit down here and have a drink, perhaps be entertained by our dancers?” I asked, hoping he would take me up on my offer. I wanted to avoid the upstairs like a plague if I could.
     “No. Show us to a room,” he requested and I sighed.
     “This way,” I said and we traversed the stairs while Ron shot daggers at the blond from his perch behind the bar.
     “I arranged a fresh dessert for you. Strawberries and whipped cream. Sometimes clients prefer if we feed it to them. It’s a sensual act that enhances—“ Please let me just feed you the fattening snack so I don’t have to have sex with you!
     “Nah, not the sort of dessert that interests me,” he said and he wagged his eyebrows.
     “I see. Settling in well then I take it?” I asked nervously as I ushered the blond into the same room we’d used before. There was a large bowl of fresh strawberries set out for guests and a bowl of whipped cream next to it. I dipped my finger into the cream without thinking and then licked it off my finger. It was then that I noticed that Draco was watching me perform this act and he was watching me intently at that.
     “I don’t want to talk about how I’m adjusting to life in this shite little town,” he said and once again he kicked off his shoes and laid down on the bed leaving me standing in the middle of the room looking like an idiot. “I’d rather hear about how you fucked your pretty pussy with that cucumber while you thought about my cock pounding you into the sheets,” he said and his dirty talk did something to me that I wasn’t expecting. Ron was never a dirty talker. In fact he was a traditionalist when it came to lovemaking. This was a problem, and not for the obvious reasons. It was a problem because he happened to be the only man I’d ever given myself to and he was a man who only made love in the missionary position, so I felt totally out of my depth with a dirty talker like my Liege, Draco Malfoy. Not that I intended to sleep with him, no, that was far from the forefront of my mind, in fact it was more like a nightmare, but in my inexperience I worried that I couldn’t even fake being as slutty as the blond wished I was, and yet, the way he talked sort of turned me on. “You did didn’t you?” he asked and he shifted himself in his pants. That’s when I realized that it didn’t really matter if I had fucked myself with the cucumber or not. I hadn’t as it turns out. No, Malfoy just wanted me to talk dirty to him and to tell him that I had fucked myself with the cucumber so that he could get off. Once I knew that, the rules of our game, I could easily play along, and play along I did. The best part was that we didn’t even have to get physical!
     “I was so wet after our conversation in town,” I said and he let out a soft moan as he unzipped his pants.
     “Go on,” he urged as he wrapped pale fingers around his shaft while I watched.
     “I was full of desire when I got back, so I lay down on this very bed and began to touch myself.”
     “Where?” he purred.
     “Everywhere,” I said at first but when that didn’t get the desired response I went into more detail. Hey, I was new to this and still feeling my way around it so I did my best. “I touched my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. I arched my back and then slipped my hand down between my legs. My pussy was so hot and wet, thinking about your big, hard, throbbing cock.”
     “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, still rubbing his fully erect cock. “Lose the bra and panties,” he commanded and my eyes bulged out of their sockets in shock. My lip began to quiver. “If you don’t do it I will,” he said and so I closed my eyes and slid my panties down my thighs until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them. I did the same with my bra until I was standing before him buck naked and more than a little nervous. “Get on the bed,” he said and he reached out and took my hand where he pulled me forward. I knelt in front of him and his eyes fell to the soft mound of pubic hair that was shaved into a racing stripe in my nether region. “Now go on with your story,” he urged and I felt the tips of his fingers graze against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan which only urged him on.
     “I wanted to be filled—“
     “By my fat cock?” he asked.
     “Yes,” I said and I let out a squeal when I felt his finger slide along my nether lips. “Remember you’re engaged. I want you so very much but you said—“ I reminded. Of course I was lying. I think. I was turned on there’s no question of that, but that’s just a biological response to a man caressing his fingers over my already aroused womanhood. That could happen to anyone and it didn’t matter if they hated the person. I think?
     “You’re right,” he said and he pulled his fingers back but his eyes never left my pussy as I continued to tease him. “Finger yourself,” he said his voice oozing sex. I did as he asked and I inserted a finger into myself where I slowly began to pump. “Damn it I want to go down on you.”
     “But you’re engaged,” I again reminded. “So where was I? Oh yeah, so I spread my legs wide and inserted the cucumber inside my hot, wet, pussy,” I said and he moaned louder as he stroked himself.
     “Did you fuck yourself with it? Fuck it hard?” he purred and I could tell that he was close.
     “I rammed it into me over and over again, panting and screaming your name as I plowed myself with the slicked cucumber. In and out I pumped myself with it until I gushed and all the while I was thinking about your enormous cock my Liege,” I said laying it on extra thick.
     “Bloody hell that’s hot,” he said. “Lay down,” he ordered. “I have an idea.” That is when things went from bad to worse. I was on my back as he knelt over my middle. His engorged cock jutted out in such a way as to make it look even bigger. That’s when he leaned over and reached for the bowl of whip cream. He spooned it onto my chest. My nipples went hard from the coolness of the cream and then his fingers performed circles over my nipples and satisfying chills swept through my body. With strong hands he squeezed my breasts together and then he whispered under his breath how he wanted to fuck me. I could see the war going on inside him. On the one hand he wanted me but on the other he wanted to be faithful to his fiancé. The mere fact that he was there with me at all proved that he wasn’t faithful to Astoria in the least, but he didn’t know that. “I’m going to fuck your pretty tits,” he purred and I froze like a statue. I didn’t even know that was a thing! Boy was it a thing though as he proved that when he slapped his meat down in the valley of my breasts and then squeezed my ample bosom, that was covered in white, together. “Yes,” he hissed as he began to rock gently over top of me. It felt good if I’m being honest and I craned my neck to watch his cock sliding against my sweet sugary skin. That was the first time I noticed that he had grown up too. I wasn’t the only one. His angular face was handsome, and he wore a five o’clock shadow that peppered his face and made him look older and more distinguished. He lips looked like two perfect pillows and I subconsciously swathed my tongue over my own lips as I gazed up at him. “Oh yeah. Pretty Rose. So fine. Mmm, good girl,” he encouraged when I held my hands over his, pushing my tits together even tighter around his hardness. He was attractive as he rolled his hips back and forth, his cock causing friction against my skin. I’d be lying if I didn’t have one or two thoughts of that same cock pushing into me in quite a different place on my body, where my legs were wrapped around his waist as he took me for a ride. “I’m going to come,” he rasped and then his moans were louder as he approached his conclusion. I’m not sure what possessed me to do it, but I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, like one might do outside during the first snow of winter in order to catch a falling snowflake. It was with that same jubilance that I did it and it was fun. Spurts of thick, hot goo hit my tongue in a salty sensation when his climax commenced. Spurred on by his pleasurable groans I amazed even me as I licked my lips and then swallowed his essence.
     “That was fun,” the blond said mimicking my own thoughts, and he wiped a trace amount of leftover semen from the corner of my mouth and chin away with his thumb. “You performed well,” he said almost as a thank you and I just smiled, but inside I was downright frightened. Pent up sexual frustration perhaps? There was so doubt that I had a lot of it stored up, but my eagerness to please bothered me. It was as if he said jump and I asked how high? True, he was my Liege, and if he wanted to he could make my life a living hell, so for preservation purposes it made perfect, logical sense to have Malfoy on my side versus against me.
     “Thanks,” I said embarrassed. Without thinking I reached for his wand where I whispered the cleaning spell over both of us. He didn’t even gripe when I did it. He was clearly starting to trust me. To grab a Liege’s wand, especially for a Mudblood to do it, well it just wasn’t heard of and yet I had done just that without so much as a word from the blond in protest.
     “The thanks is all mine,” he replied as he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. “I’m playing with fire here, aren’t I?” he asked and he gazed at me with pools of silver that were as serious as they were frightening.
     “You don’t know the half of it,” I murmured as I tugged my panties back on and began to dress.
     “How many wizards have you been with?” he asked such a personal question I was taken aback. “Well?”
     “I fail to see the importance of such a question.”
     “I don’t believe in pretense so let me be blunt. I want you. Engaged or not I want you Rose, and I’m used to getting what I want and why shouldn’t I? Astoria is pretty enough and she will bear my children, but I don’t exactly want to shock her by doing such things as I would do with you in the bedroom with her. Those things, normal things,” he chuckled, “Are viewed as perverted to Pureblood women. So…I want to know how many men you’ve been with because I don’t want to catch anything that I could potentially give to my fiancé, if and when she and I ever do consummate our arranged marriage.” That was entirely insulting what he’d just said to me, but that was Malfoy. So Voldemort arranged his marriage? Not surprising, those Purebloods kept it all in the family. Literally sometimes. I had heard of brothers and sisters marrying in order to not taint the blood. It was wrong on fifty different levels and then some, but Malfoy was an only child, so he didn’t have a sister he could marry. Still, I wondered if Astoria was a distant cousin. The way he talked about his bride to be was less than flattering.
     “Ah, you know that is rather insulting what you just said. Are you aware?” I said.
     “I am. I could just force you take a test though. Would that be preferable, Madam?” Ouch, that comment hurt and it was designed to do precisely that. It’s as if he wanted me to remember my place as a Madam of a brothel as not to have any qualms with his prying questions of a deeply personal nature. “I’d rather not have to force my girlfriend to take a test. Trust is important, obviously, as well as secrecy.”
     “Girlfriend?” I said and I choked on my spit.
     “Would you prefer other woman or perhaps Mistress?”
     “Yeah, no,” I said.
     “So how many wizards? In case it wasn’t clear I’m going on the honor system.” I wanted to laugh. Malfoy and the honor system, well let’s just say that the two did not go together. “Besides, you don’t seem like a woman who has been around the block and gone back for seconds,” he said to my credit.
     “Alright, you win. I’ll answer but its under protest. I’ve been with only one man in the past but it was some time ago. I’m clean, I assure you,” I said. My dignity was on the line. I probably should have told him that I had a scorching case of crabs but the prideful side of me refused to allow such a notion to be put out into the world.
     “That pleases me,” Malfoy said. “Did he make you come?”
     “Excuse me?”
     “Did he give you orgasms?” the blond asked again and he wasn’t joking. His expression was dead serious.
     “Sure,” I said.
     “Don’t lie to me.”
     “What makes you so certain that he didn’t give me hundreds upon hundreds of orgasms?” I said cheekily. His arrogance was like a disease.
     “Just that you are wound so tight, like a woman who never gets off. Frigid even.”
     “I am not frigid!” I said angrily and I tightened my negligee robe around myself in order to cover up. “I think we’re done here,” I said coldly and I paced to the door where I opened it to let him out. “And just so you know, oral sex is sex, so is fingering a woman, fucking my tits and even watching me dance while you wank yourself. It’s all sex, so you are cheating on Astoria,” I said rudely.
     “I disagree,” he said and he gathered his wand and his coat and then approached the door. “In fact, I strongly disagree.” Well wasn’t that a surprise? Not.
     “You’re wrong,” I drawled. He turned back forgetting to pay me. I scoffed when he produced a velvet pouch full of galleons that he dropped on the dresser. “You know, keep your money. I don’t want to see you back here, Liege or no Liege.”
     “Stop being a frigid bitch,” he said and he swaggered over to where I stood with my hand on the door knob ready to show him out. He slammed the door shut and then roughly took me in his arms. With his arm snug around my waist I could not move and he crushed his body against mine. I wriggled in his arms.
     “Just let me go. I don’t want any trouble,” I pleaded as I continued to wriggle.
     “Mark my words, you will scream out my name in the throes of passion,” he said and I frantically nodded my head back and forth in a resounding, no.
     “No, that won’t happen. Only in your dreams,” I promised. He was holding me so tight my feet were barely touching the floor as he lifted me and then slammed my back against the door.
     “Have you ever been properly kissed?”
     “Let me go.”
     “Answer me?”
     “Yes, I’ve been kissed loads of times! Now let me go,” I demanded.
     “I didn’t ask if you’d been kissed. I asked if you’d been properly kissed.” Our noses were nearly touching he was so close and for that brief moment we shared the air as our eyes bore into one another’s. All the fervor between us from our Hogwarts days was back in full force, like a typhoon of pent up hate comingled with a twist of lust, as we stared each other down. Neither of us blinked and then without warning his lips crashed down over mine. I struggled to break free of his grip but it was no use as he had me pinned against the door where his hard body was flush against me. His kiss was probing, dangerously so as he plundered my mouth leaving me breathless. In and out his tongue darted, dueling with mine as I fought to break off the impromptu kiss. Satisfying tingles that I felt all the way to my toes exploded within me as he made love to my mouth. His tongue delved deeper into the recesses of my throat, his kiss beckoning me, challenging me as the battle of wills intensified. I could feel him pushing me much farther than I was willing to go and yet I knew that he would not stop until I surrendered to his kiss. The arrogant prat. My eyes were closed and I was full on making out with Draco when my hands betrayed me. I grappled at his shoulders and back, frantic with need. A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt his tongue deep in my mouth and Gods it was good. So good. That’s when he broke off our kiss and pulled away. I was panting as I watched him rake a hand through his hair while he attempted to gather himself. “Now you can say you’ve been properly kissed,” he said and then he opened the door to leave. “I’ll see you next week, Rose. Same time.”
     “Can’t wait,” I said. It was glaringly apparent that I lost that particular battle to the blond. Score one for Malfoy.

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