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Don't Embrace the Past	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The chapter title comes from the song, �Politik� by Coldplay

Chapter 3: Give Me Time, Give Us a Kiss
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Samira�s smile vanished. Had the maitre�d just said �Malfoy�? As in, Malfoy, the family that had practically sat in the lap of the Dark Lord and fought on the dark side of the final battle?

It seemed something could dampen her mood after all.

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�Is something wrong, Samira?� Draco asked, as they walked towards the private booth at the back of the restaurant.

Samira blinked several times, trying to remember what was going on around her. �Um, nothing, nothing,� she said with a failed air of nonchalance.

�Are you sure?� he asked.

Samira took a deep breath as they sat down, facing each other. �Yeah, I�m sure.�

Draco knew what was going on. He wasn�t completely dumb, and he knew what had just happened. He had felt her stiffen next to him when the maitre�d had addressed him by his surname.

�Look, if you�d rather go home and just forget this, then that�s no problem. I know what the public opinion of my family is and frankly, I wouldn�t blame you if you wanted to leave,� Draco said slowly, looking Samira in the eye.

Samira looked down at her hands. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to be so rude, I was just surprised.�

�Yeah, well, do you want me to take you back home?� Draco asked, officially going into dejected mode.

Samira looked back up at him. �No.�

Draco stared at her as her dark eyes flashed with determination and hope. �No?�

�I�m not going to lie to you and say that I�m not conflicted over this, but I�m not going to let a little thing like your family background get in the way of anything...nobody�s perfect. I have no right to judge you based on your past, it�s the present that counts, right?�

Draco was pretty sure this was the girl of his dreams.

�Are you sure?� he asked tentatively.

�Yes, I�m sure. I mean, you haven�t discriminated against me for having a Gypsy as a mother, and even the muggles discriminate against them, so why should I shun you for your family�s mistakes?�

Draco smiled at her and she smiled back.

�Sorry about earlier,� she said. �Let�s just forget it and enjoy this very nice date.�

�Ok, well since you now know a bit more about who I am, I think it only fair that you tell me more about yourself. Let�s see if your surname scares me as much as mine scares you,� Draco said.

Samira smiled. �Your surname doesn�t scare me. It�s just, you know, synonymous with the dark arts and all that. I�m really, really sorry I acted weird before, because I really am not judging you. God, I feel so bad now,� she said with her hand to her face.

�No, it�s ok. Don�t feel bad. I�m really used to it,� Draco explained, wondering when this date had taken a wrong turn.

Samira looked into his eyes. �But you shouldn�t have to be used to it. People shouldn�t treat you differently just because of your previous mistakes. We all make them, some more than others, but we�re all human and we all deserve second chances.�

�Listen, Samira, really, it�s ok. Let�s just forget about all this and, hey, do you want to just change restaurants? Maybe a change of atmosphere will do us some good.�

Samira shook her head. �No, everything is perfectly fine here,� she smiled wide. How could she have ever doubted the man sitting in front of her? How could someone so ridiculously handsome be anything less than perfect?

Draco smiled softly. �So tell me everything about yourself. I don�t think I can stand not knowing more than your first name.�

The waiter walked by at that moment. �Ah, Monsieur Malfoy, can I tempt you with our Caubernet Sauvignon this evening?�

Draco shook his head. �No thank you, garcon. Anything non-alcoholic will be fine.�

He raised an eyebrow and bowed subtly. �Of course, monsieur. Right away.�

Samira smiled when he had left. �Thank you. You�re too sweet for words.�

�It�s nothing. Now back to you, finally. Just start talking and if I get bored, I�ll stop you,� Draco said with a charming smile.

�That better be a joke, monsieur,� she said, �Why don�t you ask me questions and I can answer them. I�m not very good with autobiographical speeches.�

Draco laughed. �Ok, tell me your name.�

�Samira Dunvale.�

�Dunvale�as in Dunvale Apothecary Inc.?� Draco asked.

�Yeah, that�s my dad�s company. You�ve heard of it?� Samira asked.

�I do their financial and budgetary accounts,� Draco said with a smile.

�So that means you work for Dragon Elgin Enterprise,� Samira said, realization dawning on her.

�Yeah, I own it,� Draco said. �The �dragon� kind of gives it away.�

�Goodness, what a small world. I didn�t know you did our accounting.�

�So you work with your father?�

�I�m the Director of Operations for the potions division.�

�I�m not familiar with the type of work you do there, I just work with the numbers,� Draco explained.

�Oh, well it�s basically a magical, medicinal, distribution company. We develop spells and potions that are used at St. Mungo�s and other magic hospitals around the world. Almost like a muggle pharmaceutical company.�

�So you head up the potions division? What do you do?�

�Well, I used to work in the lab with all the potions and the researchers, but now that I got promoted, I mostly do supervising of all potion manufacturing.�

�Have you always wanted to work for you dad�s company?� Draco asked.

Samira�s gaze shifted from Draco�s eyes to the table. �Uh well, not really. My dad offered me the job two years ago when I was 19 and I took it.�

�What did you originally want to do?�

Samira�s hands fidgeted with the napkin on the table, an action that didn�t go unnoticed by Draco. �Nothing�uh, so how long have you owned Dragon Elgin?�

Draco knew he had stumbled upon something interesting, but he wasn�t going to push his luck. �I�ve owned it since I was 20, so for about three years now.�

�Do you like your work?� Samira asked.

�I actually do. My mum thinks I�m completely crazy for working so much and for taking an interest in a subject she calls hideously boring.�

Samira laughed. �I�m not too good with numbers. But I can run circles around anyone in medicinal potion development.�

�I won�t try and challenge you,� Draco said with a laugh. �So you said you had a brother? Tell me more about your family.�

�Well I just have my one brother, Michael and he�s married to Rosa and they have a two-year old daughter, Melania, who is probably the sweetest child to ever be born.�

Draco smiled. �So do you spend a lot of time with your niece?�

�My brother works at the company with me, he heads the spells division, and her mum works for the ministry, so I babysit most of the time. My position leaves me with some free time that my brother doesn�t get,� she said. �What about you? Any siblings?�

�Nope, just me,� Draco said.

�Did you ever want siblings?� Samira asked.

Draco thought for a moment. �No, not really. I was spoiled to the point where I didn�t want anyone else to garner my parents� attention.�

�Oh, so I�m dealing with a pampered pureblood prince,� Samira with a teasing smile.

�Pretty much,� Draco said with a laugh.

�So, tell me more about your childhood,� Samira stated.

Draco cleared his throat. �That�s a topic we can save for another time, preferably when I�m drunk.�

Samira�s actions stilled and her eyes steeled over.

�What�s wrong?� Draco asked.

Samira shook her head as if clearing it. �Nothing, uh, I just didn�t think you were the �get drunk� type.�

�Oh, I was just joking. You really have a thing with this alcohol business,� Draco said, taking a sip of the fresh juice the waiter had brought.

Samira smiled. �Everyone�s allowed their little weird thing�and, um, I guess alcohol is mine.�

�Are you ever going to tell me the true reason behind it, because I�m trying to be honest here, but I think there�s more to the story than you�re telling me,� Draco pointed out.

Samira stayed quiet but gave him a small smile. �You�re too intuitive for your own good.�

�I�m going to tell you something, Samira. I may come from a family of dark backgrounds and cowardice but I want to start over fresh. The final battle opened my eyes to a lot of things and I�ll be the first to admit that my life up to that point was nothing but disappointment.�

�Why are you telling me this?� Samira asked cautiously.

�I don�t know what it is about you, but I feel like you�re a girl I could trust. One that wouldn�t shut me out based on my past. And I have a feeling that there is something in your past that you aren�t proud of, which makes it easier for you to accept me, because you can relate to me.�

�That�s very presumptuous of you. Also, very arrogant,� Samira said without a hint of a smile. �What makes you think that I want something to progress between us to the point where I can divulge my past?�

�Because I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by the way you answer my questions. You�ve been hurt in the past and that hurt is preventing you from opening up to me.�

Samira sniffed in response. �Have you always been this self-assured?�

�As long as I can remember,� Draco replied coolly.

�Maybe some women are attracted to extremely self-confident men who think they know everything, but let me make you aware of the fact, that I am not one of them,� Samira said. �I have half a mind to just leave this restaurant and pretend I never met you.�

�But the other half of your mind refuses to let you leave,� Draco said with a knowing smile. �You can fight all you want, and I know that I�m dealing with a girl who tries to fend off potential hurt, but just ends up hurting herself anyways. I�ll assure you that I have no intention of hurting you, so you might as well admit to the fact that you know I�m right and you hate it.�

�Yes, I do hate it,� Samira said. �You think you know me, but you don�t.�

�Well, I�m trying to get to know you, but you keep avoiding questions and making it blatantly obvious that there�s more to you than a Director of Operations who abstains from alcohol.�

Samira let out a frustrated breath. �You are the most overconfident person I have ever met.�

Draco smiled.

Samira tried to keep up her scowl but his grin was having that horrible lusty effect that hunky men had over the female sex.

Her lips twitched into an unwanted smile.

�Tell me you don�t want anything to happen between us and I�ll admirably pay for our dinner and escort you home,� Draco said.

Samira shook her head with a disbelieving laugh. �You are one of a kind, Draco.�

�I know,� he said. �So, what�s your answer?�

�You already know it,� she said with a quick sigh. �You are too interesting and you already claim to know more about me than I�ve disclosed, so I can�t afford to let you go gallivanting off without seeing what I can dig up about your past.�

�Splendid,� Draco replied.

�How do you manage to go from incredibly annoying to irresistibly charming within the blink of an eye?� she asked.

�It�s an innate gift,� Draco said with a laugh.

Despite the verbal sparring they had, both Draco and Samira knew there was something about the other that was overly enticing. There was a mutual feeling of understanding and a subconscious feeling of wanting something more.

Neither could deny the extremely strong sexual overtones between them. Samira sat through the meal mentally chastising herself for letting her thoughts stray from his words to what was hidden beneath his robes.

Draco wasn�t chastising himself for conjuring up very naughty images of the vixen sitting across from him. If she got worked up over words and intellectual conversation, he couldn�t even begin to fantasize what she was like at an uninhibited stage...in the nude...in his bed...against the wall...on the floor...any surface...

He watched her plump lips move as she talked, taking in every word and imagining what those lips would feel like against his body, against his own lips. He caught sight of her nails drumming against the table when she spoke of her work and he couldn�t stop himself from imagining what those nails could feel like against his back in the throes of passion.

Samira wasn�t having much luck either with the static of sexual energy flowing between them at the private booth of Caf� de Monde. She watched his long, rough fingers close around the glass of water and wondered what those fingers would feel like caressing her body. She watched his silver eyes as they lit up when he talked about Quidditch and wondered if they darkened with lust as he sated his sexual needs.

To put it bluntly, the both of them were extremely hot, bothered, and uncomfortable by the end of the meal and they both knew that as per first-date etiquette that they would be dealing with pent-up sexual frustration that night.

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Draco stood next to her as she paused by the door to her flat.

�I want to thank you again, Draco,� she said softly, �And I really am sorry about before. We just seem to be two very passionate, stubborn people.�

Draco smiled. �Yeah we do.�

Samira looked into his eyes. She was one step away from wrapping her arms and legs around the blond Adonis and letting him have his way with her. �Will I see you again?� she asked, instantly regretting how desperate that must have sounded.

�I hope so,� Draco said.

Was he leaning closer? Or was the hall getting smaller? Did he always have those long dark blond eyelashes framing those metallic eyes?

Samira�s thought process was slowly edging towards insanity.

�Me too,� she said in almost a whisper. She didn�t need to really speak very loudly, seeing as how she was practically talking right into his mouth. She could count those eyelashes now.

Draco wondered why he didn�t just grab her and savor her fleshy lips in a smorgasbord of blissful proportions. Since when was he such a friggin� gentleman?

To hell with it.

Lips met lips in a hard press, quickly parting to taste each other. She tasted good�damn good. He tasted even better.

He pulled her closer to him, hands clasped on her lower back, bringing her flush against his chest.

By god, the man had a hard chest. She could have broken rocks against it had she had rocks�or enough cerebral capacity to try.

She was warm. Very warm. He groaned into her mouth at having her full breasts pressed up against him. The groan brought Samira back to conscious being. She forlornly pulled away from him, lingering on his lips for one more second and giving a chaste kiss at the last moment. No, she wasn�t desperate. She was mental.

Her lips were pink, her cheeks were pink. Draco wanted to find other pink areas on her body�ok back to some control.

�Holy son of a mother�� Samira muttered under her breath, leaning on the doorframe for support.

Draco smiled, showing his showing his perfect teeth�should teeth even be that perfect? Magic must have been involved. Humans weren�t created that perfect.

�I�ll floo you, ok?� he said softly, bringing his hand to cup her cheek, stroking it with his thumb tenderly.

�Uh-huh,� she said dazedly. 21 years of speaking English, 15 years of speaking French and �uh-huh� had been the most articulate thing she could come up with. Her teachers and parents would have been so proud.

The loss of warmth from his hand leaving her cheek quickly left her feeling cold, but her spirits lifted when the perfection of man in front of her gave her a kiss goodbye on that same cheek.

�Goodnight, Samira,� he said, lips lingering near her ear.

�Night, Draco,� she said, proud of herself for forming a phrase that didn�t sound like it came from a mentally challenged plebeian.

Samira watched him walk away, a bit disheartened that his black cloak covered up what could have been a good view. She closed her eyes, licked her lips and stepped into her flat after the single most exhilarating night of her convoluted life.
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