POV: Draco. Knockturn Alley... August 2000.
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"Come on you tosser! They're only open for the next few hours! We already closed down The Poison Apple!"

Blaise roared in front of me in a drunken stupor laughing and pulling me outside of this blasted bar, onto our next drunken target. I already had too much, but I wasn't about to let him think so...

I'm Malfoy, for fucks sakes.

We made our way around the corner, seeing the large magically lit florescent sign in the sky, in bright pink and green...

'The Witch's Craft...'

"Oh, fucking hell Zabini, not this again. Get it in your thick head! Strippers do not like you! It's an act! They want your galleons, you drunk..."

"Come on Malfoy! They've got a new dancer I hear! They call her La Máscara... The mask! She's supposed to be blindingly brilliant! Come on! I promise I won't fall for another one!"

"Is your restraining order still intact?!" I asked my best friend, mocking his gluttony of sick actions.

"Nope. She dropped the charges..." He sneered winking. Proud of himself, standing before the black leathered textile door with conductive buttons punched in sequences, grabbing the golden long handle... For us to make our grand entrances into questful aphrodisia...

Ever since the war something changed in me...

I wanted no responsibilities, no one to answer to, no one tell me what was right or wrong, no one tell me what I should be doing with my life.

So for the past two years, I'd been drinking myself into oblivion, going against everything I was raised on, and living in the moment.

I gambled, bet on Quidditch matches, and scouted for the best Quidditch players for the Ballycastle Bats... For fast wizarding money.

I wanted something different for me and for my life. I was selfish and reckless... the war had put a scar on my life. But it did not fucking break me...

I longed for freedom... I needed adventure... and no one was going to hold me back.

I thought all of this for the past two years.

Until tonight.

When it all changed...

We walked through the smoky strippers lounge... noticing what everyone had their eyes focused and fixated in translation of captivity on,

Her...

La Máscara.

I'd never seen any woman dance even remotely close to how sexily gifted this witch was. She commanded the stage, the pole, and the room. Not a soul was blinking in awestruck at the performance of lustrous flirting of wanting before us. Her in sync rhythms of ecstasy to the hard rock music, told me exactly what she be like in bed...

She wore an auroral pink and black laced mask over her dark made up eyes. Creating an even more desirable longing in her irresistible secretive identity. She was a beautiful creature. I wondered why on Salazar Slytherin, she wanted to cover her face? Her assets were all but fucking worthy of any witch I'd ever bed. She was honestly breathtaking.

She twirled around the silver pole like a deviant sex goddess, taunting every wizard in the room with her magnetic vital crusades... Sliding up and down the vertical beam in her ravishing legs, aching for her to slide onto my pole... Her long seductively wavy brown hair, hung upside down and flipped back onto her sculpted thinned back seeing her spine calling my name to lick...

She danced in her juicily provocative movements of tranquility, hypnotizing every wizard in this god for saken devil's lair. A sin den.

Her perfect breasts, were covered with an onyx leather bra and matching black leather knickers in a bikini ambition to give us revolting wizards a taste of her through our own eyes of lust...

She had charcoal colored fishnet stockings covering her delicious legs. And the tallest thigh high darkly swarth leathered boots with the highest heels, I ever seen in my life. I didn't know how she kept her balance, honestly. She was this skilled in her art...

For fucks sakes, I'm turning into Zabini...

Regardless... This girl was a dream. The more I watched her, the more I craved her... it was as if she knew I was coming to see her. It was as if, Merlin himself destined for me to be here tonight.

Who gives a fuck, I live for the moment...

I went to find the owner.

"Oi! Where you going?!" Zabini yelled at me over the booming music. I flipped him off as he devilishly laughed at me. He knew me all to well...

I quickly found the fiendish owner of this club, Scabior. The old snatcher from my shameful past of torment. Standing behind the long fulgently lit clarion plexiglass bar, with endless amounts of wizarding liqueur sitting in the background as one of the focal points of his ownership.

"Well, Malfoy long time no see, in what two weeks time?" The bastard mocked me.

"I want I private showing with La Máscara..." I inquired, ignoring his baiting. And darkly demanding with every intention to get my way. Narrowing my eyes on his soulless convictions.

"She'll cost ya, mate. But as I remember... Money's no option to you Malfoy's now, is it?"

"Fuck off, Scabior... and give me what I requested, or I'll..."

"Have your father hear about this?" Scabior snickered interrupting me.

I grabbed his ugly puke yellow leather jacket pulling him forward, leaning over his bar, with all of my warning strength and seriousness to hear me.

"I'm not a fucking child anymore. I handle myself and my own affairs, you degenerative varmint."

I then reached in my jeans pocket with an extension charm, And slammed two hundred galleons on his crusty bar. Pushing Scabior back with all my might, causing him to have to catch his bearings.

He grew a smearing cunning grin. Counting the money with his wand and moving it magically across the bar through the air into his register.

"She'll be ready for you in room four, Malfoy." Scabior immorally gloated.

"Give me a fucking bottle of fire whiskey." I firmly asked for, before making my departure.

A Slytherin green bottle instantly was moving my way at the end of the bar. Rapidly skidding across the clear flat surface towards me.

I caught it with ease. Removing the wrapping with my teeth and Ripping the stopper off to follow, spitting the cork and its remains onto his checkered floor. Chugging the bottle, rolling my eyes at him. Leaving his pathetic excuse for a wizard.

I made my way to room four. Hidden away from the main stage with selective private rooms, for exclusivity for its customers. I never had done this before. She was worth it...

I entered the discreetly darkened cheesy black and red velveteen number four room. It was carpeted from ceiling to floor in tacky paisley black elevated prints. All that was in the concealed small lounge was a large long L shaped crimson chair.

I nervously and desperately sat on the chair awaiting for La Máscara. Drinking more fire whiskey and decided I had enough and set the bottle on the ground.

It seemed twenty minutes I waited in anticipation. Biding in this anxious time to spend with her.

Then suddenly, I noticed the door knob twisting. And the door opening making a reveal.

It was her... Her beauty radiating the room with her alluringly entering.

She wouldn't look at me. I was taken aback and found it rather odd...

She sexily glided to the front of me, not even taking a glance in my direction.

She began sexily swaying her body. With her back still facing me. Teasing her nectarous divinity body in front of me. I itched for more... I craved for more.

She acted as if I were just a job to her. This wasn't going to happen. She was going to give me what I fucking paid for...

"Look at me..." I ominously compelled, hearing my deep voice vibrating and my heart palpitating in my ears. She began to turn... making me swallow hard feeling my Adams Apple traveling up and down my throat in a gulping manner.

She finally faced me. Her body exuding and dripping in sex... and sadness. I truthfully began to feel a bit sorry for this poor witch.

She kept her eyes on the floor walking towards me. Touching, caressing, and rubbing her body torturing my existence, that called for me to take her as mine forever.

Suddenly she was right before me.

"That's much better..." I arrogantly drawled and ardently looking up at her from my ridiculous chair.

And in that fateful moment, she raised her beautiful big eyes slowly in a depressing state, to meet mine hidden behind her secret identity.

"AAAAGGGHHHH!"

She screamed in stricken panicking horror, walking backwards away from me covering her body.

"What the fuck?! What's wrong?! Why are you screaming at me?!" I questioned her standing up, To try to console her, but I was honestly peeved.

I knew I wasn't that bad looking, damn...

"MALFOY?!"

She spoke my name in her voice. A voice, I had known for the past nine years of my life.

She removed her mask and threw it to the tacky carpeted floor.

"GRANGER?!"

I shouted in shocking disbelief. She stood in embarrassment of her actions before me.

However... I did fucking love what I was seeing.

"Granger..." I seductively drawled, raising my right eyebrow. Smirking and giving a taunting chuckle. Bringing my left hand to the corners of my mouth and dragging them down with my mouth agape, circling them around my chin, to have their ends meet and leaving my thumb to rest on the left side of my chin and pointer finger underneath. All the while eyeing her methodical body up and down, realizing what she's been keeping a secret from me all these years.

"Damn, Granger. If I had known you looked like this half naked, and could move the way you do... I would've fought on the same side as you, during the war." I cynically teased swaggering closer to her, undressing her with my eyes.

In all actuality, I always found Granger extremely attractive. She always clouded my judgmental ways interfering in what I truly wanted. Which was her...

I just sure as hell would never let her know.

I strutted her backwards into the carpeted wall. Hooking my amorous thirsty gazes into hers. All the while, viewing her darting eyes from side to side trying to read my thoughts through Legilimency.

I of course blocked her luscious arse...

Our journey of pent up aggression was altered. As she had no choice but to bump up against the disgusting tapestry wall.

Trapping her... I placed my hands on either side of Granger's shoulders. Standing inches from her sex driven body.

"Now what on Godric's Creation, is Glinda the Good Gryffindor Witch, doing in place such as this?" I convolutedly mocked her decisions, flirtatiously winking.

I then traveled my eyes down to Slytherinly gander at her beautiful cleavage. Returning my dirty thoughts and sinister eyes to gaze back up at her dreamy darkened for lascivious looks once again.

She pushed me forcefully backwards, right square in my muscular chest. Making my arms come off the wall. Reminding me of her intriguing rough nature. God damn I'm bedding this witch...

"Not all of us have the luxury of a rich father to take care of them, Malfoy! I'm doing what I have to, to survive and make something of myself! Thank you so ever kindly for humiliating me..." Granger heatedly returned to our 'oh so fucking satisfying' banter trying to get away from me.

I grabbed her arm swinging her back to face me. Slamming her against and trapping her on the ghastly carpeted wall once more. Making her scream.

I liked making her scream...

"I paid a heavy fee of galleons for a private show from you. I get what I ask and I get what want, Granger." I lingered insinuating every notion of naughty wicked deeds.

She answered me in her sexy agitated voice. Becoming bothered by the sight of me every second we were together.

"Give yourself a show, you blasted ferret! Let me go or I'll scream again!"

"I'd do more than just that little whelp, Granger. I'd fuck you until you'd be begging for mercy for me to end your pleasure filled multiple orgasms."

"Same old, Malfoy... still thinks he can overcompensate for his past wrong doings, by bragging about himself." She spewed in her insufferable ways, folding her arms across her chest making her breasts stand up even higher.

Fucking teasing little muggle born hussy...

"I know you haven't been properly fucked, Granger. You've been dating Weasley..."

"You don't know me Malfoy, as much as you think you do. Or know who I've been fucking, as you like to say! Now let me go, NOW!" Her breathing deepened. Seeing her chest expanding and compressing, in flustered anger was making me fucking hot.

"Why don't you just disapparate if you are so desperate to get away from me?!" I arrogantly provoked her... living for every word out of her red stained lips.

"Believe me. I would," Granger paused creating more tension glaring at me with hate, continuing... "However, Scabior put a block on the private rooms..."

I suddenly got a shivering pain of empathy. I fucking hated having feelings... But that was undeniably terrible.

"Why are you here Granger? You're too good for this sort..."

She cut me off, with her bewitching bitchy attitude.

"What's this?! Malfoy actually thinking of someone besides himself?! Ha! Don't make me laugh! You couldn't care less about my life and what I have to do to succeed, to live, to eat! You're a monster! A follower! A slithering snake in the grass who's to afraid to voice his true heart of what's right! You don't stand for anything unless it favors or benefits you! You're WEAK!! So for once in your life, do me a FAVOR... and tell me what you want from me, so I can finally leave and go home!"

She exploded having tears in her eyes.

She gutted me. It was worse than when Potter physically slashed me with the sectumsempra curse our sixth year. This was much worse, unfathomable, even. Because it was from her. It was from her soul pouring into mine. It was emotionally disheartening. And something began to deeply hurt inside of me, for her. For Hermione...

We stood in heated loathing and deafening silence for what seemed hours.

No one ever talked to me the way she did. The way she always did. It turned me on...

I made the next move harshly in my Slytherin ambitious ways... eyeing her in a come hither look whether she wanted me or not.

I slammed my fists against the wall, on either side of her making her flinch. But nevertheless, never faltering in her glare of hostility.

I roughly lifted her up under her luscious arse, causing her legs to wrap around my waist making her scream again and laid her on the floor.

I hovered above her half naked body, wanting to honestly fuck her until she apologized to me...

Her bold cocoa eyes glared into my mine in contempt, finally giving into me and looking as if she was ready to hurt me in all ways of sexual acrimony.

Granger snaked her hands around my neck. Running her hand upwards around my face and stopped at my hair line. She then grabbed a handful and yanked the living draught out of it.

"OW! Fucking hell, Granger!" I roared and secretly loved it.

"I've always wanted to pull your hair to see if it was a wig! I've genuinely never seen hair that color in my life." She insulted me with seductive angst and I longed for her to pay.

I lowered my elbows down to lay on top of her with force. She raised both her knees up, inviting me to lay between them. Letting my entire body weight lay heavily on top of her.

We gazed in hated fury in each other's eyes. Her beautiful chocolate covered optics in goodness with a secret domination of damnation, mysteriously buried sexily within her.

I began to lower my lips to hers to taste the Gryffindor princess witch for the first time. Taking in apart of her I always wondered about...

I licked my lips, hitting the tip of my tongue on the middle of her bottom red lip, teasing her as she'd been torturing me for the past hour.

I made my move and planted one on her, being the one in control. Not giving her another hesitation to stop. I massaged our lips together in rage taking out our grievances on each other. She followed my instincts or was just a good actress. But something inside told me she liked it...

I read her thoughts...

Hermione. Do not, sleep with him. Merlin, I want to sleep with him... HERMIONE stop it!

I chuckled into her mouth, at her adorable debating of having me, as she then bit the side of my bottom lip.

It didn't stop us and in fact continued our sick sexual ritual. Rhythmically caressing our wanton desires as one.

I eased my tongue with submission in salaciously engulfing and taking over her mouth with talented my tongue. Taking over one of her wetted coves, I desirably longed for. Swirling, moving, and stimulating her sugary mouth.

I then paused for my moment with a wizarding malevolent trick. Lifting up slightly and grabbed hold of the top of her scalp interlacing her hair in my grip and yanked it backwards. To cause her mouth to widen open.

I licked the roof of her mouth with my tongue making her moan and caused her thighs to shake.

She tasted exactly as I thought. Delicious sweetened candy floss and minted sodden cooled warmth...

Granger then surprisingly pushed me backwards jumping on top of me. Returning to our heated lustrous passions. She straddled my waist. And lowering me to the floor this time. Bringing her addicting suctions of hankering lust to attach herself to me...

We were like two aroused mating Graphorns. Ravenously starved and angrily needing to release our passions for each other. We were both hungry predators of the night.

We carnivorously snogged for what seemed endless limitations. I felt, caressed, and squeezed almost every inch of her luscious body. Coming dangerously close to further expeditions in our every movements. Our tongues covetously dancing around each other practically eating each other alive. She gyrated on my hips making me long for her to engorge my throbbing masculinity with the reality...

I wanted her. I wanted, Granger.

I wanted, Hermione...

She began to unbuckle my belt. Never leaving my lips or saturated swollen tongue.

I instantly acknowledged an ache of morality hitting within me, telling me... I cared about her.

I didn't want our first time together to be like this. I've never felt this way about any witch, in my life.

She started to unzip my dark jeans and I grabbed her wrist.

"Stop." I groaned into her mouth, not wanting her too, but I had to do it. I respected her to much to treat her this way.

She lifted herself up angrily. Hair wildly sexed and noticing Granger's lips almost reminiscent of a crime scene, of what I had been doing to her. She glared into my heated eyes for her, with her big beautiful brown eyes.

My maybe one day, brown eyed girl...

"Not like this... not here." I whispered to her.

She furiously stood off of me, brooding over my body, still laying on the floor. Letting me rightfully have it. "Thanks for humiliating me again, Malfoy! Do you seek pleasure in tormenting me?!? You do, don't you!?! I hate you... I fucking hate YOU! You did this on purpose! In some sort of vendetta against me!" She spat, standing her ground in her sultry heels.

She wheeled around to leave. I stood quickly running after her. I grabbed her wrist making her face me. Pulling her forward into my body. Holding our locked arms against my chest.

"Hermione, will you meet with me tomorrow? Please..." I begged her, trying to keep my suave composure. Realizing, I just fucking called her Hermione.  She brought out the vulnerable pleading lovesick teenager hidden within me.

She narrowed her eyes onto mine, pushing herself forward grazing my lips and replied.

"NO."

She seductively and seethingly stated, jerking her wrist out of my grips and opened the door leaving, slamming it behind her. Abandoning me in my wallowing.

I was completely distraught, completely pissed, and completely smitten with Hermione Granger.

She was a drug to me. And I was going to interject her every being into my life with every possible force...

This wasn't fucking over.

It was only the beginning...

AHHHHH!!! What did you think?!?! I'm doing something a bit different with this Dramione!! I hope y'all love it!! It's going to be crazy! 😍😏🐍 thank you for reading! I love you all my Dramione family!! 😘😘