One Single Day

I wandered around Malfoy Manor, studying all the different decorations. Mother always put up the latest in fashionable holiday decor. Everything was so clean and in it’s place, even me. I completed the picture of the perfect family, one mother, one father, aunts, uncles, grandparents, all we were missing was a gorgeous empty wife so my mother could have someone to confide in and take with her to the country clubs and social events. But inside was a completely different story, I kept everything so very well hidden. It was Christmas Day, my parents were satisfied that I was here, I did my duty, I was free to do as I wished. The problem was, what to do? I wandered back into my room and Blaise’s hawk was hopping around my desk. I walked over and untied the letter while feeding it something.

“Hey D, wanna go to muggle downtown London tonight? -B” was all it said, I smirked, quickly wrote a reply and sent the regal hawk on it’s way back to Blaise. Later that night I found myself in a grungy underground dance club surrounded by the drugged out young and beautiful. It was the only way I could stand these blind and handicapped humans. They moved like anyone else and felt the same as any other witch or wizard. They were human and it made me feel apart of something even if they couldn’t do all the things I could do, they could still dance. Blaise was at the bar getting hammered like usual, this was becoming a ritual for us, ever since we graduated, every holiday was spent at a place similar to this one. The bright flashing lights, pounding music and the delicious press of people, it was a gorgeous thing.

I finally made it back to Blaise who promptly handed me a shot of something clear, I downed it at the same time as him. The pretty female bartender gravitated around Blaise, obviously enamored off the exceptionally handsome black wizard. He had submerged himself in the underground techno movement, growing out his hair into dreads threaded with white strips and piercings littering his face and ears. Of course he could afford doing that, he was the second to youngest of the surprisingly large Zabini family. He was given however much money he wanted and expected to keep a low profile.

He leaned in to the blonde bartender, obviously flirting with her. I plunged back into the writhing mass of limbs and bodies. Soon I was grinding up against some pretty redhead, she seemed like a club regular, her body molding up against mine. Her ivory curves encased in a short jean skirt and a black halter top, she turned around, letting me explore her body, I noticed a small tattoo on her shoulder and frowned, something getting past the drunken haze in my brain. It was a family Crest and it was also one I recognized because it was one of the popular highbreds that were becoming fashionable among the pureblood families. So many of them were so intermarried that new crests were popping up, molding two families together. The problem was I didn’t recognize most of it, only that it had alot of the Black Family symbolism. She turned around, looking up at me questioningly, I frowned even more darkly and pulled fully away from her. There was something very familiar about her besides the fact that she was obviously a witch and a pureblood. I finally dragged her away from the music and out onto the patio.

“What’s up?” She asked as we migrated over to the outdoor bar. I bought her a drink and sipped at my own.

“Who are you? You’re obviously a witch and a pureblood,” I asked after we settled at a table, she shrugged, looking out onto the passing cars.

“Would it really matter who I am?” She asked, glancing at me, I shrugged casually.

“Considering you have half of the Black family crest tattooed on you, I think it matters since my mother is part of that family...just wondering if I was dancing with a cousin and if I should start backing off,” I explained, she snorted, looking down into her drink, she was a cute thing.

“So you don’t recognize the rest of it?”

“No, can’t say that I do,” I shook my head.

“You don’t recognize me at all?” She looked slightly hurt.

“I’ve been a little preoccupied what with the war and Voldemort trying to take over the world and all,” I pointed out almost coldly, I don’t like being reminded of all the stupid shit I did.

“Well, I don’t know if I should tell you, I rather like you like this, outside of the wizarding world and away from all of that life. That and it would probably be a huge problem that you’re a professor at my school...even though I don’t take potions,” she explained, I frowned, thoroughly confused. How was someone so young here? And it seemed like she had been doing this for a while.

“I don’t get it,” I murmured, she let out a twinkling laugh.

“What’s to get? I’m a different person here than there, you probably don’t recognize me because nobody notices me. I’m just another redheaded Weasley,” she looked genuinely bitter about it which raised my eyebrows.

“You’re the Weaselette! Ginny right?” I frowned, trying to remember something more about her but really couldn’t. She did tend to blend into the wallpaper when we were growing up.

“Wow, I’m surprised you remember my name,” she had an extremely sarcastic note in her voice.

“So why are you here?” I asked, very curious.

“It’s different out here, no one knows you out here. You can be who you want to be or you could be yourself, doesn’t matter. I don’t have to be the Weasley girl, part of a dirt poor, disgraced pureblood traitor family. I don’t have to associate anything with Harry Potter, I could drop that name to any one of these people and they wouldn’t know anything about him,” she explained, I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

“You’re a Seventh year right now, aren’t you?” I guessed, she nodded, looking out on the rest of the people around us.

“Yeah, I graduate this year but I’m still the baby in the family,” she grumbled.

“Why the blend with the Black family? I didn’t think the Blacks were that intermingled with the Weasley’s,” I asked, getting away from that depressing topic.

“Yeah, that’s true but I still have the Black family blood running through me. Besides I wanted to be different from the rest of them. Ron is all about the Weasley family and it was mostly just to piss him off. None of the others really pay enough attention to me to catch on that I have a tattoo or that I’m any different from them. Ron and I are the closest to each other even though we hate each other,” she explained.

“Huh, seemed to me that you would follow around Potter...or maybe just the golden trio in general, it’s frankly the only reason why I remember anything about you,” I bluntly told her, she had tough enough skin to act like it didn’t bother her.

“I admit I had a crush on him when I was really young, what witch didn’t? He’s bloody fucking Harry Potter but I got over it as I got older, started dating other people but I was always looking for more, it was boring hanging out with all the griffindor pricks. So I went off on my own merry way and that brings us to here,” she explained.

“Huh, still doesn’t really tell me why you melded the Black and Weasley crest together and got it tattooed on you,” I pointed out, she smiled mysteriously and didn’t answer.

“So when did you realize who I was?” I asked after a time of contemplative silence where we ordered another round.

“Somewhere around the time that I turned around after having you grope my entire body,” she grinned at me, I shook my head at her.

“You surprise me,” I pointed out.

“You’ll find out that I tend to do that,” she got up and offered to go back to the party downstairs. I studied her for a second before getting up and following her back in.

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We crashed into the room, she immediately burst into giggles as I shut the door behind us. She forced me up against the wall, grinding her curves against me, roughly kissing me, I buried my fingers in her thick, soft red hair as she slid down, running her fingers up underneath my soft cotton dark blue button down shirt and over my stomach as she unbuttoned my slacks. She nuzzled her nose in my thigh, making me groan and tug at her hair impatiently. She gave me a sultry grin before coaxing my cock out, her manicured and dark purple painted nails standing out as her fingers wrapped around it and stroked. She had done this before and was very, very good at it. She inhaled as she let both my boxers and pants drop to the floor, planting light, maddening kisses along my navel. I let out another groan, shifting my hips forward, her other hand wrapped around my bony hip, pushing me back against the wall again. My other hand ran through my long soft platinum hair, panting as she teased me. She slid her tongue from the base to the tip before taking me fully into her mouth, I let out a loud growl, fighting to keep from taking control. Her fingers played around my belly button, her other hand kneading my balls. I hissed as she scrapped her nails down my stomach, her head bobbing as I tried not to shove my hips forward.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled her to her feet, we tumbled into the hotel bedroom. I shoved her skirt up around her waist and pulled her cute blue underwear off, lightly kissing her calf and caressing behind her knee, leaving her black heels on. She arched her back deliciously as I spun her onto her stomach and pulled her against me. She spread her legs, her heels on either side of me as I slid my fingers up under her bra and started teasing her nipple while sucking heavily on her neck. My other hand playing along her thigh and teasing over her clit. She was quivering against me, running her entrance over the head of my cock. I finally positioned her just right above me and pushed her down while shoving up into her. She made the most arousing groan as I smoothly filled her, my teeth clamping down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, my fingers rubbing circles over her clit as my other hand scraped up her thigh. I moved against her, leaning back to get a better angle as she shoved back on me. She soon started shaking against me, I felt her body constrict against me and sped up, making her start to mew prettily, punctuating by begging for more, she leaned forward onto her hands and knees and I followed her, roughly shoving into her as she screamed her orgasm, I groaned, spilling into her, holding myself at that moment when everything would go fuzzy as I just released everything, my mind, my body, everything.

We collapsed onto the bed, she pulled off the rest of her clothes and her heels before falling asleep, I wrapped my arms tightly around her from behind, running my fingers down her smooth upper arm while I slowly drifted off to sleep.




I woke up to harsh sunlight falling through the window. I was still laying on top of the covers and had my shirt still on. I looked around, I was alone, Ginny had already left and it looked like she had disappeared a while ago. I sat up and groaned, feeling my hangover pound out in my brain. I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a very nice hotel with a large glass shower and a spa bathtub set into the floor next to it. I relieved myself before taking a nice, cold shower. Now that was one very good way to celebrate Christmas. I walked out into the small sitting room and gathered up the rest of my clothes, getting dressed and leaving.

TBC...

Notes: Hopefully that'll get you in the mood for what's to come...*evil grin*