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A Proper Introduction	By : TheBirdnest Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Proper Introduction
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Written for Porn Battle 2011 on livejournal.

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Like a condemned man eyeing his last meal, Draco looked out onto the crowd with a desperate hunger.

Before he had left for Venice, his parents had told him that they had finally found a suitable wife for him. He would, of course, have to meet her before they agreed to anything but Draco was no fool; the decision had already been made for him. An advantageous marriage would be the quickest way to rebuild the Malfoy family name, and they had no time to waste.

He was trapped and tonight was his last night of freedom.

“Are you ever going to ask me to dance?” she asked him in French.

Draco blinked, feeling his face grow hot beneath the half-mask he wore. He had spent much of the past evening watching the dark-haired witch as she flirted and danced with other wizards - even disappearing with one or two for moments at a time. All the while, he had thought of things to say and tried to get close enough to hear which languages she spoke. His Italian was passable at best and he hadn’t wanted to embarrass himself in front of her.

Having failed at that, he bluntly told her in his best French, “I wanted to ask for a lot more than a dance.”

“You are not a gentlemen,” she scoffed, her mouth tipping up into a smile despite herself. “And I’ll have to see how well you dance before I agree to anything more.”

She offered him her hand and, trying the move he had seen work for his father in the past, Draco brought it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. His face grew hot once more as she stifled a giggle.

“Having seen the way you’ve carried on tonight, I hardly think you’re much of a lady,” he whispered into her ear, pulling her closer.

“This is Carnevale,” she said with a laugh, her lips close enough to his that he could feel her breath against his mouth. “There’s no fun to be had tonight if you’re a lady. Now dance with me before I get bored and find someone else.”

Eventually, he had stopped asking. Draco was content to watch her move and feel her pressed against him as they danced. She wore a vivid blue gown that hugged her curves before fanning out at the knees, and it had such a deep v-neck that it almost negated the point of covering her breasts at all. Like him, she wore a half-mask, hers in blue, covered with jewels, and adorned with green and blue peacock feathers at the left side. She had bright blue eyes, rimmed in kohl and a shimmering green powder. Her nose was straight and slightly upturned in a way he had always found appealing, her cheekbones were high, and her lips full and pink and had him staring every time she licked them.

“See something you like,” she asked as his gaze once again drifted to the light bruise on her left breast. It was low enough that he was sure part of the ugly red blotch was obscured by her neckline.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” he said, watching her smile falter and feeling her stiffen in his arms. He touched the mark with his right index finger and explained, “I don’t like this. I want to get rid of it.”

She gave a sly half-grin as he slid his finger underneath the silk of her dress, running it over her pert nipple. “Any suggestions on how?”

He pulled away from her and offered his arm, as if he were about to escort her on a late night stroll on the Rialto and not up to one of the many empty rooms.

Laying her hand delicately on his arm, she followed him away from the hall.

As it turned out, kissing was nearly impossible while wearing a mask.

“We can’t exactly fuck like this, you know,” he blurted out in English, his frustration getting the best of him after getting a mouthful of feathers while trying to kiss her neck.

Ceasing her attempts to bite his earlobe without getting hit with one of the small golden horns on the side of his mask, she stared silently at him until he wondered if she even understood what he’d said. Finally, she answered in French, “What makes you think we’re going to fuck?”

And it was his turn to stare.

She fiddled with the cuff of his green robes, determinedly not looking at him as she continued. “I am engaged.”

“Well, so am I.” Her head snapped up at this and his voice faltered as he explained, “It’s not official yet. But it will be.”

“Well, you are a wizard and I am a witch. The expectations are a little different for us, no?”

Having no better response, Draco huffed. “So that’s it then?”

She grinned at him again, as if she knew something he didn’t. “Of course not. Tongues can be used for more than talking, after all.”

And with that, he was weak in the knees and she hardly had to push at all to get him against the wall. She pulled at the buttons on his robe and shirt, kissing every inch of skin she could find until she was on her knees in front of him and undoing his trousers at a tortuously slow pace.

“Not with the mask on,” he said, jerking as her thumb brushed against his shaft. Even if it was too dark to see much of anything in the room, he didn’t want to be staring at a bunch of feathers while she sucked him off. “Please.”

Resting on her heels, she tilted her head up to look at him, accentuating the line of her throat and the curve of her breasts. “Only if you take off yours.”

Draco lifted up his dragon mask and held his breath when she didn’t move, didn’t say a word. The seconds ticked past and he wondered if she recognized him, knew his reputation, and was trying to figure out the best way to extract herself.

Then she reached behind her head and her mask fell into her lap. She looked up at him with uncertainty though, for the life of him he couldn’t see why.

“You’re beautiful.”

With a smirk, she rose, her forehead brushing against his navel. “No need for flattery, you already have me on my knees.”

Before he could respond, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, reminding him of just how very long it had been since someone had done this. He leaned back, resting his head against the wall as he watched her cheeks hollow and her eyes flutter shut as she took him in further.

“Jesus,” he muttered, fighting the urge to thrust hard into her mouth as she ran her tongue over his slit.

Her hair tickling his thighs with every bob of her head, he brushed it back and gently rested his hand against the nape of her neck. She looked up at him with this, her bright eyes on his, and he could barely stammer out an “I” in warning before he was spilling into her mouth.

“Sorry,” he managed once he caught his breath, slumped against the wall as he watched her thumb slide along her bottom lip. After redoing his trousers, Draco held out his hand to help her to her feet.

“Don’t be. That’s the intention.” Her mask was in her hand and she seemed ready to don it again.

“That not it, is it?”

She gave him a look that was equal parts surprise and offense. “The only man I will fuck will be my husband.”

“How nice for him,” Draco answered drily, pressing his lips against hers before she could respond. She weakened in his arms as he rained kisses on her jaw and neck.

“I have a mouth too,” he murmured, running his tongue and teeth over that offending mark he’d spotted earlier and causing her to gasp in response, "and I know how to use it.”

She blushed at this, biting her lip as she grinned and looked away. Draco was quite sure she might be laughing at him but he was just as certain he didn’t care as long as she agreed.

“Bed,” he said without preamble, wrapping one arm around her waist as he guided her towards his goal.

She laid back gracefully, her hair a dark halo behind her head.

“Lift up your skirt for me,” Draco whispered.

He watched as she moved snake-like against the bed, hips swaying as she pulled up her dress to reveal long legs. One knee between her thighs, he pushed back the hem of her skirt and traced the lacy edges of her knickers.

“No fingers... inside...” she began suddenly, her voice breathless and her gaze trained on the ceiling.

He deliberately slid his thumb down over her clit, marveling at how that small movement was enough to make her buck against his hand. “Are you sure?”

Sounding anything but, she answered, “Yes.”

With a shrug, he pulled down her knickers, tossing them aside, before he settled between her thighs, both her legs over his shoulders. Draco kissed his way up her inner thigh, loving the way she squirmed. He did the same with her left thigh, making sure to take his time before reaching her center. Pressing his mouth against her, curls tickling his nose, her licked her slowly, drawing out her gasps with every swipe of his tongue.

It wasn’t long before her hands were fisted in the sheets as she bucked against his mouth while trying not to. With a low moan, she arched her back as he alternated between sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue against it.

“Please don’t stop, please,” she begged, as if he had any intention. What he wanted to do was slide his fingers inside; he wanted to be buried inside her and feel her body clench and unravel around his cock.

Unable to have that, he went for the next best thing, thrusting his tongue into her. She gave a surprised cry and he did it again and again, hands tight on her hips to hold her in place as she shuddered with her climax.

After they left the room, she had turned a corner and vanished. He had spent the rest of the evening trying to find her, to no avail.

“And, Draco, please be on your best behavior,” his mother asked as she fussed with the collar of gray robes. “I know the situation isn’t ideal but...”

He pulled out of her grasp. “Mum, please. Can we just get this over with?”

They descended the stairs together in silence. Draco dutifully followed her to the parlor, feeling every bit like a prisoner on his way to get Kissed. The entire Greengrass family had assembled inside the room, three on the couch, and the fourth on a chair closest to Draco's father, her head turned as she spoke quietly to her sister, Daphne.

“Draco, good of you to finally grace us with your presence,” his father drawled but Draco barely heard the words, his eyes were on his intended.

Her long dark hair pulled away from her face, she wore pale blue robes that brought out her eyes. She seemed to favor the color, something he would have to remember. Unlike him, she didn’t seem the least bit surprised at this turn of events; a small smirk playing on her lips.

“Draco, I would like to introduce you--”

“No, need, Father.”

Cheeks rosy, she extended her hand expectantly, smiling at him as he kissed it just like he had the other night.

“We’ve already been introduced.”

The End.
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