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Chapter
5

The
room around him was superbly decorated, a perfect combination of marble,
sandalwood, velvet and silk. Draco
felt as if he was tainting it just by being there. He was sitting on a bed, the nervousness
he felt almost overpowering him.
Draco had wanted this for as long as he could remember, and now actually
being here, getting to do this, it was all just too much. He�d wanted to be with her for ages,
since he was a young boy who had no comprehension of the nature of those
feelings, and finally the day had arrived he got to have her. In truth, he had never actually believed
this would happen; he was a poor, uneducated angler and she was the most sought
after courtesan in the whole of Venice.
They used to play together when they�d been children until her mother
started instructing her in the ways of the courtesans. As a courtesan, she got to learn how to
read and write, was allowed access to libraries, an education, to learn foreign
languages and to mingle in the high society which meant she had no more time for
silly things as playing hide-and-seek with the boy she used to live next-door
to.


Over the years, Draco had continued to watch her from afar, to see her
grow into a stunning young woman who had the entire male population kissing her
feet. He knew she spent way more
time in the library than anyone else, men or courtesan (regular women weren�t
approved in there) and he guessed that�s where her popularity lied; not in her
looks or her abilities in-between the sheets - although he was certain she was
brilliant in those areas too - but in her intelligence.


�How long did you have to save up for this night?�


Draco looked up at hearing her voice. It was a bit different; a bit deeper
than it used to be when they were children, but he could still recognise it out
of a million.


�A few years,� he replied.


�My goodness, your father must be rolling in his grave!� she said. �I remember him telling you off each
time you went out to spend your money on sweets, shouting that you shouldn�t
waste it on such frivolity.�


Draco was surprised that she still remembered that, that she even
remembered him.


�I ... I think he�d understand in this case,� he stammered
nervously. �And you�re not
frivolity.�


She then smiled at him a genuine, disarming smile, and she was suddenly
so beautiful it was painful to look at her.


�Tell me a fantasy,� she said sitting down next to him and placing her
hand on his shoulder.


�A fantasy?� Draco asked, finding himself overwhelmed by her proximity
and was drowning in her scent; a perfect blend of roses, spices and
her.


�Yes,� she said, leaning to kiss the shell of his ear. �A secret fantasy, something you haven�t
told anyone. It can be anything,�
she continued, after each word placing another butterfly kiss an inch lower than
the other, going down the edge of his ear shell, his earlobe, to his neck. �Something passionate ... or exciting
... analytical ... fantastical ... it can even be boring, as long as it�s
yours.�


Draco was panting harshly, his eyes half closed; debating with himself to
either shut his eyelids and relax or to keep them wide-open so he wouldn�t miss
anything of her.


�Tell me,� she whispered, laying her head onto his shoulder, a sweet,
intimate gesture that Draco hadn�t expected to receive from
her.


�I... Sometimes I like to fantasise about running away with the woman of
my dreams, to go and live in the mountains were there�s no one but us. There we�d spend our days herding sheep
and our nights making love in front of the fire,� he said a bit embarrassedly,
hoping it didn�t sound too obvious that she was the woman of his
dreams.


�That�s a nice fantasy,� she said after a moment of silence.


She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him, her brown
eyes burning their way into his soul.

�Kiss
me,� she whispered.

And
he did. He captured her lips in the kiss he had dreamt of for so long... and he
regretted it almost instantly. It
wasn�t the way he had imagined it to be; his teeth bumped against hers, their
noses collided, his technique was sloppy,...

�I�m
sorry,� he said embarrassedly, breaking the kiss and looking away from her in
shame. At once, he felt her
gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at her.

�Never
apologise for letting yourself give in to fervour,� she said. �Not enough people do that.�

Before
he could come up with a good response, she leaned in and gently caressed her
lips against his, slowly brushing them from side to side. She left his lips and sweetly kissed his
nose.

�Lay
back for me,� she whispered.

He
did, scooting himself back on the bed and lying down. He swallowed nervously when she
positioned her curvy body over his thighs, straddling his pelvis. Her dress had travelled up her hips and
revealed her creamy legs. Her hands
started opening the buttons of his shirt with each flick of her nimble
fingers. She made an approving
noise when she opened his shirt, bearing the naked skin of his chest to her
gaze.

�Undress
me,� she said.

His
hands were close to trembling as he carefully unhooked her dress at the
back. He had noticed she had
forlorn wearing a corset, and wondered if she did this with every man or just
with the ones with whom she suspected of having two left hands. In any case, he was relieved he wasn�t
confronted with having to open dozens of tiny hooks.

Once
he had successfully opened her dress, she raised her hands so he could pull it
over her head. His breath got
caught in his throat as his eyes travelled over her milk-white round breasts and
her belly. She took the dress out
of his hands, which he had totally forgotten he had, and threw it across the
room.

�You
are so beautiful,� he breathed.

For
a moment she smiled at him, before taking his hands and positioning them on her
chest, making him gasp at feeling her soft skin against his palms.

�This,�
she replied while covering his hands with hers and slowly, sensuously, guided
them down her chest, breasts and stomach, until they rested above the waistband
of her white underpants, �is just external beauty,� she said. �For a while it can be helpful in
getting you places, but in the end it�ll fade. What really matters, Draco, is what�s in
here,� she said, lowering her head and kissing the skin protecting his
heart.

Her
lips were soft against his skin, slowly kissing, licking and nipping at his
chest, and he groaned when he felt the tips of her nipples brushing against his
stomach. His breath left his lungs
when her tongue rolled around his areola, while her hand rolled his other nipple
in her fingers, lightly pinching.
His
hands slowly travelled from her stomach to the bare skin of her sides. She was so soft, so perfect, so
beautiful...

One
hand was torturously running down his stomach and Draco feared he was going to
come the minute she would touch his erection. Luckily he didn�t. He hissed when her hand lightly brushed
against the cloth covering his cock and fought the urge to thrust his hips
upwards into her hand. Suddenly she
lifted herself off him, making him feel awash with emptiness at the loss of
warmth and contact. She twisted
herself around and straddled him the other way, her back to his front. His gaze immediately diverted to the
slopes and valleys of her creamy-white back. Draco lifted his hands and softly let
them rake over her back, as if her skin was a delicate, expensive fabric; from
the bumps and muscles of her upper back to the gathering of softness at her
lower back, worshipping the beauty she was.

Suddenly
he noticed her bending forward and, before he had time to wonder what she was
about to do, Draco let out a small cry in surprise at feeling his cock suddenly
immerging in tight, hot, wet warmth.
He hadn�t even noticed her undoing his trousers. He squirmed under her while she
leisurely bobbed her head up and down, her talented mouth sucking and licking at
his cock. His hands fisted in the
sheets as he tried to keep himself from arching his hips to push himself further
in her mouth, even though his entire body cried out to do so. Draco felt the familiar pressure of his
nearing orgasm, which made him regain his senses
slightly.

�Wait,
stop!� Draco said, grasping her hips.

She
released his cock and turned her head to look at him.

�I
want to be inside of you,� Draco said huskily, blushing slightly at the
statement.

She
smiled sweetly at him and went to remove her undergarment, throwing it aside and
straddling him again, her front to his front. When she grabbed his cock and positioned
herself over him, Draco reached out and covered her hand with his, quickly
stopping her. He looked up at her
with a startled look on his face, her face mirroring his, probably wondering
what she had done wrong.

�Did
I do something to displease you?� she asked in a small voice, suddenly looking
insecure.

Draco
looked at her incredulously.

�Displease
me?� he asked with a touch of anger in his voice, but not directed at her.

When
she had straddled him, Draco had felt her womanhood against him and he was very
much aware she wasn�t even close to being wet enough for proper
intercourse. Some men might enjoy
fucking a woman with a dry channel, it supposedly being tighter and creating
more friction, but Draco simply couldn�t fathom how a man could find sex
enjoyable while knowing you�re the only one enjoying it. Draco was shocked she
didn�t seem to demand a fair amount of foreplay from the men she slept with, or
at the least a few strokes for comfort�s sake. No, he was not only shocked; he was
appalled! She was the most desired
courtesan in the land; she ought not to be treated like a common back ally
whore!

�Do
they all treat you like this?� he asked.

�What
do you mean?�

�I
mean... you�re not ready.�

A
few moments passed by through where she kept looking at him with question in her
eyes, until Draco saw comprehension dawning on her
face.

�To
seduce a woman, a man has to offer words of adoration and loving caresses,� she
explained. �To seduce a courtesan,
a man has to offer money, nothing more.
I�m a courtesan. That�s how
it is.�

�Then
why would you choose to live such a life?� he said angrily, not understanding
why a Goddess like her would chose to undergo such
treatment.

�The
life of a courtesan is a short one, but at least it�s a life. We get to read, write, educate ourselves
and move amongst men as their equals while we can still be proud of our
womanhood. But when my beauty will
start to wither, I shall be cast aside and no one shall miss me. I know this, and I�ll have to live with
it.�

�But...
it�s you!�

�And
who am I?� she asked pointedly.
�What is it you see? Do you
see beauty and elegance? Tomorrow I
could encounter the wrong sort of man and it only takes the edge of a knife to
strip a woman of her beauty. Where
is a courtesan without her beauty, her dresses, and her jewels? Nowhere. Would you have desired me if I hadn�t
been a courtesan, and instead had chosen to remain an angler�s daughter?
�

�I�ve
been in love with you since you were an angler�s daughter!� he shouted.

Draco
swallowed nervously at realising what he�d just said and seeing the shocked look
on her face.

�What?�
she said in a small voice.

Draco
looked away from her self-consciously and then took a deep breath, knowing he
should probably just say what he wanted to say; it couldn�t get any worse.

�I
loved you in a time where you smelled like fish, had knots in your hair and used
to push me in the mud when I was pestering you simply because I didn�t know any
better. You were beautiful then,
you are beautiful now and you will always be beautiful no matter how many
wrinkles or scars might one day grace your face.�

He
hesitantly looked up to see her reaction.
She looked gobsmacked and as if she might cry. She opened and closed her mouth a few
times, clearly at a loss for words.

�It�s
alright, I didn�t expect you to say anything,� Draco sighed.

�But-�
she breathed, but was unable to finish her sentence. She yelped when he grabbed her waist and
flipped them both around so she was beneath him now. He slanted his mouth over hers, his
tongue plunging inside her mouth and sought out hers; rubbing, caressing,
curling and sliding against her tongue in a steady rhythm and suggestive manner,
fucking her with his tongue and making love to her mouth. Draco didn�t want to talk anymore. He had fucked this up more than he had
feared he would; now he was just going to kiss her, make love to her and try to
make her feel like she was worth much more than the life she was currently
living.

When
he left her lips, he heard her gasping for breath. He kissed her down her cheek, her yaw,
her neck, her chest, until he lowered his mouth to her breast. His tongue circled around her nipple,
which hardened as he lightly sucked on it.
He took her other nipple in his mouth while cupping and caressing her
other breast with his hand, tenderly pinching, sucking and nibbling at the
delicate peach-coloured pearls of her nipples. She arched her back, pushing herself
further against him while he kept feasting on her nipples. He had always found a woman�s nipple to
be fascinating; how they could have such an intoxicating flavour even though
they were just skin. She tasted
like heaven, he concluded, and couldn�t help wondering how everything else of
her will taste.

He
sought out her lips again and found her opening her mouth, searching for his
tongue. He caressed the naked skin
of her breasts and moved his hands lower, over her stomach, over her Mount of
Venus, towards the inside of her thigh.
She parted her legs for him when he reached his destination. Sliding his hand in-between the hot slit
amid her thighs, he found her swelling pebble and she cried out when he touched
it.

He
sucked and gently nibbled at her nipple as he moved his finger around her
clit. She moaned and arched her
hips, thrusting into his hand. Then
Draco released her nipple from his mouth and scooted down her body. He sat himself on his knees in-between
her legs and when he pushed her legs further apart, the musky scent of her sex
hit his nostrils and he inhaled sharply, letting the intoxicating fragrance fill
him up. He put his hands on either
side of her thighs, leaned in and gently swiped his tongue from her slit all the
way up to the base of her clit, tasting her salty, musky flavour for the first
time. He heard her moan and felt
her shuddering beneath him and was immensely grateful that apparently his
eagerness didn�t make him sloppy, as what had happened when he�d first kissed
her. He parted her pussy-lips,
licked her folds and sought out her clit with his tongue. He placed his thumb and forefinger on
either side of her clit, pressed down softly and pulled back toward her upper
torso, watching the hood of her clit moving away. When her clit popped out from under her
hood, he leaned in and fluttered his tongue around it. She moaned with each breath she took and
pushed her hips down to get him closer.
Then held his lips tightly around the nub and sucked her clit into his
mouth. In response, she screamed
something unintelligible, making him grin in satisfaction. He let go of her clit and assaulted it
with teasing little nips, licks and flutters, alternated with slow strokes with
the flat of his tongue was he felt himself drowning in the pleasurable noises
she made.

�Wait,
stop!� she suddenly said, her hands grasping his
shoulders.

He
looked up at her enquiringly. Her
cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated, her skin shone from perspiration and
blotches of pink had erupted on her neck and chest. He had to will himself not to smile at
the sight. He had never seen her
like this before and he thought she looked as sexy as any woman can be.

�Get
in,� she said, almost a growl, and his cock twitched at the fierce command.

Draco pushed himself up and levelled his
upper body with hers. He guided the
head of his cock to her opening and sighed in pleasure when he felt her hot
juices pulling him in. He grinded
his teeth as he entered her hot, wet, tight cavern, desperately trying to
control himself. Her legs wrapped
around his waist and her nails dug into his back as he pushed into her. She was so hot and tight his mind was
spinning, and he thought he�d go insane.
He�d slid into her easily, but she was tighter than he�d expected her to
be, her hot wetness gripped his cock as he pushed further in until he was
completely sheathed inside of her. He lay motionless for a moment, simply
relishing the feel of being inside of her.
It felt like he had finally arrived home after years of pointless
wandering.

He
pulled back and pushed back in, out again, and in, out, in, out, in... her
breath tickling his neck and her hips pushing upwards to meet his as he moved,
angling and plunging and grinding.
He heard her breath getting caught in her throat. She closed her eyes tightly and arched
up against him, her muscles contracting around him and a new flood of wetness
covering his cock. Draco kept
thrusting again and again with full abandon, until he gave in to his own need, a
loud, primal cry forcing its way from his lips as he came. While his seed spilled inside of her he
moved back and forth a few more times and pushed himself into her as far as he
could. He collapsed on top of
her. He let his head rest on her
chest and breathed heavily as she laid limply, her eyes shut. Eventually Draco
pulled back and crawled beside her, resting back into the covers.

She
was staring at the ceiling, her brow wrinkled in contemplation. He wondered what seemed to occupy her
mind.

�I
don�t know how to herd sheep,� she suddenly said.

�Nor
do I,� he answered, a bit confused.

She
twisted to her side and tenderly put her hand against his
cheek.

�Maybe
we could learn together?�

His
eyes widened when he realised what she meant; she was referring to his
fantasy. Was she serious? He suppressed the urge to ask her this,
fearing she might say �no�.
Instead, he smiled and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her
thoroughly. When he released her, he saw her smile more brightly than he had
ever seen her smile before. Then he
hugged her close, never wanting to let go.
And hopefully, he�d never have to...

�Mister
Malfoy, will you pay attention!�


�Huh?
What?�


�Glad to see you back amongst the living,� Professor Snape drawled. �Please pay attention, mister Malfoy, or
you shall have to catch up on the material you�ve missed in detention.�


�Yes, Professor,� Draco mumbled.


As Snape turned his back on him and continued with the lesson, Draco
shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to get into a more comfortable
position while sporting a major hard-on.
Trying to will his erection to go away, he started concentrating his mind
on everyday, asexual things, whilst hoping Snape wouldn�t tell him off again for
not paying attention. After their testy conversation at Slughorn�s Christmas
party, Draco really didn�t want to test his Head of House�s patience any further
if he could help it.

If Draco had
known a Daydream Charm was like that, he surely wouldn�t have used it in
class. The lesson had been dreary
and his mind and body had been tensed up from stress, so he had thought it to be
a good idea to try that product from Weasley�s Wizarding Wheezes he had gotten
for Christmas. There hadn�t been a
card on the package, so he hadn�t known who it had been from, but he suspected a
corny present like that had to have come from Pansy.

When class
was finally over and his cock had deflated into a somewhat more socially
acceptable state, Draco couldn�t stop himself from twisting around and scanning
the room. When his eyes came into
contact with another set of familiar brown ones, he quickly snapped his head
back to the front, collected his school things and hurried to leave the
classroom.

*

Hermione�s
gaze followed Malfoy while he left the classroom. He had been using the Patented Daydream
Charm she�d sent him, she was sure of it!
She was also certain that she must have been in the dream; why else would
he have scanned the classroom until he saw her and then quickly leave the
room? Hermione smirked as she
gathered her things, feeling rather smug.
She indeed felt better knowing someone else was now going to undergo the
same psychological turmoil she was.

Hermione
was feeling a bit guilty though, not because of sending Malfoy a Daydream Charm,
but because of the way she had acted towards Harry. She hadn�t held much truth to Harry�s
Malfoy-is�a-Death-Eater theory from the start, but her reaction earlier that day
to Harry�s news wasn�t like her usual self. Usually, she would consider every
angle to as a possible solution to a mystery, but this time, when Harry had told
her about the conversation he had overheard between Malfoy and Snape before
Christmas break, she found herself bending over backwards while trying to prove
to Harry and herself that this didn�t mean Malfoy was doing Voldemort�s
bidding. She hadn�t been able to
deny that Malfoy was up to something, but surely it didn�t mean he was a
Death Eater; �Master� could have meant his father, and his threat about Greyback
could have been an empty one. It
was only later on that she realised the way she had reacted and how much she
wanted Harry�s assumptions about Malfoy to be wrong. She still didn�t truly believe Malfoy
was a Death Eater, but he sure could be, and Hermione was upset at
recognising how badly she wished he wasn�t and how much it would dishearten her
if he had chosen that path. Along
the way, she had actually started to care.

When
she had seen Malfoy at the Christmas party, she had noticed how different he had
started to look from his Dream-persona.
She had been shocked to see how thin and pale he looked, even for him,
and the dark semi-circles under his eyes suggested that he wasn�t sleeping very
well. If she hadn�t been exposed to
the Daydreams, in which Malfoy still looked like he used to, she wouldn�t even
have noticed his physical weakening. It had happened so gradually she hadn�t
become aware of it.

Christmas
break didn�t seem to have done him much good either, Hermione thought. He did seem to have gained a few pounds,
probably from all the parties he had attended, but apart from that he looked
more tired and worn out than ever.
She had also noticed that his schoolwork had been suffering too. She didn�t know about his grades, those
were private, but he wasn�t participating in class the way he used to. She would never have said it aloud, but
Malfoy was smart and did well in school.
He wasn�t as eager for knowledge the way she was, but he liked to take
his chance whenever he could to earn points for Slytherin. Starting September though, he had barely
raised his hand in any of his classes, his mind seemingly elsewhere. Whenever he was directly asked to
answer, he would, but never did he volunteer. Hermione wondered what was causing this
dramatic change. She just hoped it
wasn�t because he had become a Death Eater.

*

Draco
absentmindedly chewed his food as he contemplated on what had happened in
Snape�s class. He was all for a
good mental shag, but shagging Granger who was playing a courtesan was simply
eerie. Draco had never regarded her
as anything but Potter�s know-it-all sidekick. Granger hadn�t even fully registered on
his girl-radar. If it weren�t for their frequent disagreements, she�d probably
be invisible to him. She was simply
too plain; she rarely wore make-up to add some colour to her pasty face, her
clothes did nothing to show off her figure and as for shoes she only wore
flats.

However,
Draco now realised that in a strange sort of way, those things actually made her
rather appealing. The idea of
having Granger -
Miss-prim-and-proper-never-out-of-bounds-and-the-buttons-of-her-shirt-always-closed-to-the-collar
- naked, sweaty and shuddering under him, begging him to let her come, was a
vision that he found strangely satisfying.
She didn�t physically displease him, he thought, letting his gaze swoop
over to the Gryffindor table and resting on Granger�s all too familiar
form. She wasn�t the skinny,
bucktoothed swot anymore, her body having developed into gracious curves and her
teeth having shrunk. Her hair was
still the wild mess it had always been, but now it actually suited her; her
brown mane matched her feisty personality and feminine figure and complimenting
her as a whole, while at an earlier age the rampant curls had seemed to dominate
all the rest of her.

As much as
the idea of shagging Potter�s Mudblood suddenly seemed to agree with him, he
would never give into it.
Ignoring the fact that Granger would never in her life let Draco near her
in such a way, the thought of him being caught fondling a Muggleborn was enough
to scare him out of starting it in the first place. He was a Death Eater now; even casual
relationships with Muggles and Muggleborns were frowned upon, since every risk
of scattering and polluting the remaining pure-blooded family trees was
basically taboo. Besides, he must
have fantasized about every single girl at Hogwarts as he wanked, it didn�t
mean anything. Occasionally,
he would even fantasize about getting a little frisky with a guy, but he�d be
damned if he�d actually let those fantasies become reality! It�s all fine and swell to let one�s
imagination get away with them, but in reality, Draco really had no intention of
taking anything up the ass.
Fantasising about shagging Granger was great, but Draco was well aware
that actual interaction with the snotty know-it-all would take up more of his
patience than he could possibly handle.


Draco sighed, pushed his empty plate away and ran his fingers through his
hair, something he tended to do when he was nervous or at unease. Something about the Daydream got him
rattled, but it wasn�t having Granger playing a courtesan. The first thing was that Draco had now
realised how empty he felt. During
the dream, he had been flooded with all the emotions his character felt. Most of them he was all too familiar
with; fear, uncertainty, anxiousness, nervousness... but never had Draco
experienced the feeling of such longing for a woman. And then the affection he�d felt for
her, the feeling of total bliss when they�d finally become one and the immense
explosion of emotions when she�d said she�d come with him... never had he
felt anything that came close to that.
Draco wondered if that was how it felt like to be in love.

He
had always rolled his eyes whenever he heard Pansy tittering about being in
love, but in a way he had also envied the girl for her strong conviction in its
existence. Draco believed in chemic
reactions of the brain and hormonal changes in the body, nature�s way of making
sure the human race would procreate, but the existence of some intangible
emotion called love... no. He had
often seen people being in so-called love, but he had always seen them
stumble out of it; be it couples at school or married folk, his parents not
excluded. The strongest emotion his
parents seemed to feel for each other seemed much closer to �tolerance� than
what Draco thought love should be.


The knowledge of knowing he�d never been head-over-heals for a girl made
him conclude that his theory was correct; there�s no such thing as love, only
infatuation. In a few years, if he
were still amongst the living, he would have to choose a wife to continue the
Malfoy-line. Knowing that in the
end they�d spend their married life simply tolerating each other�s
presence made him want to hurl.


Nevertheless, Draco now felt how it was to be head-over-heals in love
with a girl. Even if it had only
been for a half an hour, he had felt it! He didn�t know if it had been
love he�d felt, it didn�t prove its existence, but it was more than Draco
had thought he�d be capable of feeling, even if it was artificially
produced. Draco was intrigued. These last few months had taken their
toll on his spirit and his body; his mind constantly worrying about his task for
the Dark Lord while desperately trying to keep up with his schoolwork. Now he felt relaxed and sated and had
almost forgotten it was possible to feel so at ease. The dream had made him feel more alive
than he had been in over a year - possibly ever - and Draco felt like he
simply needed to explore the further capabilities of these Daydream Charms, if
only to have something else to occupy his mind except for that damn
cabinet.

******

End
of Chapter 5



A/N:
The idea for this Daydream came from me.
A bit sappy, I know, but what�s life without a good chunk of sappiness
once in a while?
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