Twisted Lust

She was smiling, laughing. She was agreeing, yes, saying yes, knowing what she was doing. Was she conscious, maybe not so much. But she knew it’s what she wanted. Yes she was nodding, definitely agreeing to something.

And he was kissing her, kissing her and letting go.
Letting go, leaving her mouth cold from the hot kiss.
Hot breath intermingling.
Someone was clapping, one person was clapping.
That’s the only other person who was there.

And then they were running.
Running out into the open, running into the street air.
Making runs in her tights. Her fancy dress, her fancy dress becoming crumpled and mussed. A fancy little number from Valentino, a sheer cut, midnight black dress, so dark, yet so beautiful. Complimenting her, complimenting him. Complimenting them.

They called a cab, some mangled language, still laughing. Always laughing.
Pulling up to a club, the club doors swinging open. She was leading him on the dance floor, grabbing his tie and leading him, like a leash.
Her little boy toy.
It was crazy, they were crazy. Drinking drinks that glowed blue in the dim lighting, the tight gathering of human bodies, close together.
Disgusting.
Pulling his hand, pulling him nearer to the cages, she liked watching them in those cages, those girls dancing in the cages. So exotic, so professional. They were dancing again, everyone was screaming. Screaming in sheer bliss. They were screaming with them. They were young, they were beautiful, they had their whole lives ahead of them.

Dancing and drinking, screaming and laughing. Until forever.

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1 pm.

Draco winced, his head hurt. Too much vodka, too many martinis.
It was pounding, pounding beyond measure. His head shattering inside.
He was loving it.

He sat up. Quickly.
His head banging against the dresser table. Fuck it.
He squinted his eyes open, it must be later, it must be much later than when they should have gotten up. He was on the floor. His formal tuxedo pants still on, the shirt as well, looking like he’d been through a train wreck. He used the armoire to pull him up, staggering on his legs. His tall height making him fall forwards and back. Stumbling into the bathroom.
His usual routine.
His hair plastered high, huge bags under his eyes. Yet it was adorable, you just wanted to run your hands through his hair, his messy platinum hair. He found a bottle on the floor, an empty one. Sticking it under the faucet, turning the faucet on. He was so messy when it came to filling the bottle, cold water running over the sides.

Bringing it to his lips, allowing it to trickle down his cheeks as he drank it down in one swipe. Allowing the cool liquid, nasty tap water, but good after a hangover, allowing it to wash down him, he could feel it lightening his throat, his dried up throat.

Why was he here again? Oh yeah, his girlfriend was here too.
“Herniome? Uhh Hermione?” he called out, his voice still a little hoarse. Peeking around the bathroom door, rubbing his eyes like a tired boy.

Sprawled on the bed. No clothes on. How typical.
That’s what she looked like. Face down, her body stretching from one end to the other, her legs hanging off the sides. Hair fawning down her back. He walked over, although it seemed much more like a large trip than an actual walk. He poked her in the side, lightly. She batted his hand away. So typical. He passed out next to her again.

Twenty Minutes Later.

“Oh My God. Draco, Draco get up now, we’re going to miss the plane, Draco come on!” she sat straight up, quickly running into the shower. Sure they could apparate, but this trip was all about introducing Draco to the muggle world. She was running her hands through her hair, scrubbing as fast as possible, never mind the bump on her finger. She ran out of the shower as quickly as she got in, running out with her towel, throwing clothes on the floor, sorting through them all to find something to wear.

He got up slowly, bending over to pick up his various clothes that he had discarded over the course of their trip. She was quickly tossing things into her bag, it had been her idea not to bring a wand. Of course Draco had been annoyed by this, he had never had to do anything the muggle way, it was so, so beneath him. But he wasn’t going to tell Hermione that.

“Draco Come ON!” she hissed at him, sweeping her wet hair up, on her hands and knees picking at random things.

“I’m going I’m going” he replied, a light chuckle in the back of his throat.

“We look just like a married couple late for a brunch” he mused out loud.

She stood up and looked at him
“I would hate to know what that must look like considering your values and such.”
Hiding back down to pick at more clothes on the floor.

He lazily made his way into the shower, staring at the ceiling as he stood under the shower head.
Jolted from his thoughts as the shower curtain was tossed aside.
“I swear Draco, if we don’t make this plain you’re not getting any for a month.”

“You wouldn’t”

“Oh I wouldn’t would I?”

“You couldn’t live without it as much as me”

“Oh really? It wouldn’t be that hard for me to find someone else”

“Hermione” he said, whining.

“Hurry up”
And she slammed the shower curtain as she went.

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They were sitting in their first class seats sipping champagne in cheap little plastic glasses.

“This wouldn’t be acceptable anywhere else in the other world.” he whispered into her ear.

“Oh Draco you’re impossible.”
“Did you have fun?”

“Fun? It doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m so glad I suggested Vegas.”

“And I’m so glad I suggested doing it the muggle way, it wouldn’t have been fun otherwise.”

“Well, that’s debatable.”

She cast him a warning look. Thinking of all the things they’d done. Going sky diving in those formulated tanks, not the actual jumping from a plane kind. Going to the vineyards far away and riding horses. Everything, everything was amazing. Casino nights and lounging by the pool in the hotel’s oversized terry bathrobes. Sipping the finest Dom Perignon in crystal goblets, going clubbing almost every night. Falling asleep in the Venice’s finest suites, they didn’t care about the money right now. Being together hadn’t been that much of a change, considering it had been like that all of their seventh year. It had been two months, two months that they’d gone away, that they’d graduated, that they’d taken away from the world. Even when they had fights, it always got better in the end.
She smiled to herself.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked her.

“Oh just everything that happened over the past two months. All the stuff we did.”

“Can you believe we’re going back?”

“No, no I can’t. I feel like we took away from all the problems in that world. But we have to go back to them, we have to help.” she glanced at Draco, as he had fallen deep in thought.

Looking out the window. He had tried to block away that fact, that they were going back, that they had to go back to a war. There wouldn’t be a carefree life, no more nights gambling, lying with Hermione in the huge Jacuzzi tub in their suite. Now they’d have to face dementors in the streets and corrupt governments.

He sat there for a while absorbing this.

“Draco do you remember what we did last night?”

“No. I know we ended up with like a 400$ drink tab. But apart from that, I remember dancing somewhere. But not much before or after.”

“Yeah me too, but I feel like I’m missing something else. Whatever, it’s not important.”

They turned to do their separate things.
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Hermione had been watching the movie, some stupid movie, but there was nothing better, and it was such a long flight. Vegas to London, non stop. Talk about time differences. At least she had Draco to keep her company. She bent to grab a magazine from the pocket in front of her.

Something caught her eye, a gold glint, something she hadn’t noticed all day.

A ring, a ring made of a deep matured gold. A ring on her left hand.

“Draco! Draco! Wake up.” She pushed him. Grabbing for his hand. Reaching out for it, pulling. “Draco give me your hand.”

“What?”

She pulled it in front of him, she put her hand in front of him.

“You have a ring too.”

“Hermione, what are you trying, did we-”

“We got married.”



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