POV: Emma Watson. Spring 2017.

I was home again. London was and will always be home for me. I was starting my new project film named Love In The Time Of War. It's based on an actual couple, during World War II, who met because of destined love. Jack and Isla Brighton. The hardships they endure only pushed them to want to be together more. Their love was forbidden. Isla was from an aristocratic well known family in London. Jack worked on the grounds tending to the family's estate. That's where they met and fell in love...

I was extremely honored to be apart of this movie. To be portraying Isla. Oddly enough, the studio wouldn't tell me who was playing Jack. They wanted me to be surprised. As to which I found rather annoying. I always met my leading man weeks prior to filming. To prepare our bond and understand the relationship of our characters more. Regardless of how much I begged to know... I would be meeting him tomorrow morning.

My girlfriends wanted to take me out for a night on the town. I really needed to stay at home and rest for my early roll call in the morning. However, my best friend Bri insisted. She knew I needed some time to get out and let my hair loose before the long grueling seven months of filming began. Plus, my boyfriend of a year and half just recently left me. I needed a drink dammit and dance the night away forgetting about Matthew.

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We were at a loud club in South London called The Ministry of Sound. Having a great time, drinking too much and taking over the dance floor.

Bri and I were dancing when suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around as a waitress was offering me a drink.

"The man in the corner bought you this green apple Martini!" She yelled smiling, handing it to me, pointing in the direction of the mysterious man and left.

I looked around curiously and noticed my crush of fifteen years. One of the sweetest, sexiest, and might I add, best bad boys in history.

Tom Felton.

I hadn't seen him in ages. Our old group gets together for little Hogwarts reunions to catch up, every year or so. But, I hadn't been able to go because of my schedule recently.

He was in a group of unfamiliar faces. Staring at me with that delectable dirty little smirk that always will brand him the real Draco Malfoy.

Tom made his way over to me through the crowd licking his lips and eyeing me up and down.

Bri yelled at me, "I'm leaving, have fun with Tom!" She teased, knowing I had the biggest crush on him for as long as we could remember.

Tom finally approached me. I felt exactly as I always did through my teen years. Seeing him nearly everyday for ten years making Harry Potter. I was nervous, excited, and instantly wanting him to like me as much as I liked him...

"Well, Granger long time no see." Tom referred to our old nemesis ways. That I always loved it. I smiled as he opened his arms for me to hug his muscular tight physique. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. Feeling his scruffy beard rubbing against my cheek was stimulatingly intoxicating.

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?!" I yelled with excitement. Trying not to spill my drink he just bought me.

"Oh, just here with some mates of mine." He brightly grinned at me, seeing his perfect white teeth and hypnotizing blue eyes. He'd make any girls clothes come off in a second, with just that delicious grin. As to which I'm sure he's encountered many of times.

I offered my reasoning as to why I was here as well. "Same here! Just a night with the girls." We both stood there still smiling and he asked. "Would you like to dance with me?"

"I'd love too. But I gotta finish this apple martini! Nice touch there, Malfoy!" I paused taking a sip and taunted him again. "You do this with all the girls?" I teased him as he mockingly laughed shaking his head no at me.

I downed my drink quickly. Having had plenty before hand. As my liquor count lost itself in the back of my mind. I placed the glass down on a nearby waistress' tray.

"Bloody hell, Emma I didn't know you could drink like that!" Tom chuckled at my abilities.

"That's just one of many hidden talents of mine, Tom Felton." I flirtatiously winked at him as my liquid courage flowed through my veins.

Tom raised his right eyebrow flirting back with me. Narrowing his beautiful eyes in satisfaction of my words. As he licked his plump lips once again. Stepping closer to me wrapping his arm around my waist and pulled me into his warm body. Tom looked deeply into my eyes to ask...

"You want to show me those talents of yours one day Emma?" He devilishly glared at me with a tempting smirk. Insinuating a night of lustrous sex with him.

Our sexual tension was pounding along with the beating music surrounding us. I don't know what came over me. I lost all sexual restraints that I normally kept control of. I never had one night stands or anything of the sort.

I let go of my inhibitions and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him down to kiss me. As he willingly obliged, squeezing me tighter with his arms around my waist. You couldn't fit a quill between us...

He ravaged my mouth like a salacious sugary saturated game of tongue twister. We were devouring each other on the dance floor. Tom was the best kisser I'd ever experienced. He was wicked, erotic, and extremely telling of how good he'd be in bed.

My sexual desires of lust for Tom was radiating out of my body.

"Take me back to your place." I sexily lingered with confidence coming from the alcohol, gasping for air. He lifted up to gaze at me with his glistening aqua blue eyes. He smiled at me and nodded yes. He placed a caressing gentle kiss on my lips once more.

It was apparent Tom was going to take full advantage of this moment.

He then stepped back, taking hold of my hand to escort us towards the exits.

I mean... this picture is self explanatory darlings... 😍😍😍😏😏😏💚💚💚🐍🐍🐍

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