WET DREAMS

Chapter Two


“Fuck!” I softly swore coming out of my dream – the passengers on the plane around me shushing me. The flight attendant came over to gather my empty cup from my drink. We were about to land. I looked to my right at my fellow nameless passenger to see he was still sleeping and muttered a quick cleansing spell to clean the cum from the front of my jeans.

‘It’s been five fucking years. Why now am I dreaming of that night?’ I thought to myself. That moment in time seemed frozen, like a picture in a frame. I let my mind wander to that time so long ago as I fingered the gold band on my left ring finger. I and the others who were spying on the Dark Lord had fled as planned, and the Dark Lord’s mansion was attacked by the Ministry, the Order members, and Harry Potter, thanks to the location given by me. The Horcruxes that I, Pansy, and Blaise brought to Hogwarts, as well as the ones brought by Pansy’s and Blaise’s parents, and my mother, were destroyed by Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, and Bill Weasley, the curse breaker of the Order. With each Horcrux that was destroyed, Voldemort became weaker.

I still grieved that Severus Snape lost his life in the battle, but not so for my father who had been killed by Voldemort himself when he found out Lucius’ son betrayed them. The battle against light and dark lasted for several hours, until Harry Potter found Voldemort in a tower, watching over the battle on the grounds. The Dark Lord expected Harry Potter. Harry had ducked and rolled away from the killing curse that flew his way, then thrust up with Godric Gryffindor’s sword to impale Voldemort through the chest. I wished I could have seen it – wished I could have seen the look on Voldemort’s face when Harry stood up and thrust the sword deeper as he incanted a spell to banish Voldemort’s soul for all eternity.

Afterwards, I didn’t have much contact with the wizarding world, and was surprised that I didn’t really miss it that much. I was given the occasional Daily Prophet paper that my mother would send me every now and then so I knew some of the things that were going on. There were articles on the Great Harry Potter, the Savior-of-the-Wizarding World and all those who helped him to achieve his destiny. A lot of those articles speculated on where their Savior was. Apparently, he disappeared shortly after the battle, his friends not telling or not knowing his whereabouts.

The binging above me brought me out of my musings, telling me to fasten my seatbelt for landing. I slipped my work file into my carry-on bag, checking to make sure my camera was still safely stowed inside. We had reached our destination – Miami, Florida.

Being seated near the back, I was one of the last to disembark from the large jet. I shouldered my bag as I followed the other passengers down the winding hallways, until I came to the escalator. I combed my fingers through my shoulder length blonde hair as I looked down at the crowd, looking for the familiar face.

“Drake!” Pansy Parkinson, my long time friend and sometimes pain in the ass, shouted at me. I smiled in greeting.

“Hey Pansy,” I greeted her, kissing her cheek.

“You look yummier every time I see you, Drake,” Pansy grinned, hooking her arm through mine as we began to walk towards the luggage pick up. “So, where is Shane? Thought he would be coming with you.”

“Shane is busy,” I replied, turning my head to watch for my luggage.

“Why didn’t you just shrink your luggage?” Pansy asked after watching the conveyer belt for ten minutes. “Wouldn’t have had to wait.”

“Didn’t want to,” I shrugged. “So have any prospects come in?”

“The studio is ours for the next few days, as well as a small island that was available to us for the photo shoot. I’ve looked through some of the portfolios, and there’s definitely some potential,” Pansy replied.

I hadn’t seen Pansy until about two years after I left the wizarding world, coming across her again through her father when I was approached by the elder Parkinson to work freelance for his advertising company.

When I left the wizarding world, I was feeling lost and disorientated in a foreign world. My mother and I, after the defeat of Voldemort, had toured the world a bit for about a year, coming to know one another. It was my mother who encouraged me to take up photography when I had showed an interest in it.

Once we arrived back home, I enrolled into a photography program, learning everything I could in developing and taking the perfect picture, showing a natural instinct on how a shot should be taken to get the best effect. I had entered my photographs in several competitions, and caught the eye of several businesses, one of them the Parkinson’s advertising company. It was also where I met a Muggle woman by the name of Veronica, Ronnie for short. We became close friends.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Ronnie when Pansy and I exited the busy terminal, standing beside a cherry red sports car, leaning her jean clad hip against the fender, a cheeky grin on her face as she took the chauffeur hat from her head and bowed low at her waist. “You’re chariot awaits, my lord,” she grinned.

I couldn’t help but smile when I put down my camera case and luggage and swooped her up in my arms. “Ronnie! I didn’t know you would be here,” I exclaimed happily as I kissed her cheek and looked down at her.

“Really,” Pansy huffed as she came closer. “And why didn’t you come in to help Drake with his luggage?”

“And why didn’t you?” she asked, noticing that Pansy had come out empty-handed.

“So Ronnie, what brings you here? I thought you were in Mexico or something doing a shoot?” I asked as I lifted my luggage into the trunk of the car.

“I was, and I finished. Alex suggested . . . ” Ronnie began.

“That’s Mister Parkinson,” Pansy admonished.

“As I was saying, ALEX called me and suggested that I may be able to tie in my new calender shoot with your cologne ad,” Ronnie grinned, sharing an amused smirk at the expense of Pansy who had huffed in annoyance and stalked to the side of the car.

“She really does hate that her father is so friendly with you, doesn’t she.” I grinned.

“Because I’m a Muggle,” Ronnie smirked. “And you, too. You’re like the son he never had.”

When Shane and I married a few years ago, I had invited Ronnie to my wedding, as my best – woman. She couldn’t help but notice the little bits of magic that was being done or the oddly dressed men and women that came to the wedding. I had forgotten to mention to Shane, my husband, that Ronnie did not know of magic. Well, she soon found out and was surprisingly good about it, having guessed some time ago. During the second dance of the wedding day, I told her a bit of my past, the magical parts that I kept from her when we met and she accepted me not thinking any differently of me. I felt even closer to her after that day, grateful more than ever for her friendship.

Ronnie closed the trunk of the car, and rushed over to the passenger side of the car to open the door with a flourish, dramatically bowing again. I climbed into the car after giving her cheek a kiss, a smile on my face as I did so. She was about to close the door, when Pansy climbed in after me. Ronnie closed the door, shaking her head amusedly, then went around to the driver’s side of the car. She kept glancing back, meeting my gaze as Pansy seemed to talk nonstop. She drove up the winding drive of the hotel, and stopped at the entrance and climbed out. She opened the trunk and stepped back as the hotel porter took out the luggage, reaching for the camera equipment herself. “We’ll take these,” she smiled.

I came around and took one of the camera bags. “You staying here too?” I asked Ronnie.

“Nah, got a place of my own here now,” Ronnie replied.

“You want to come up for a drink?” I asked. “Seems like forever since I last saw you.”

“It’s been a few months,” Ronnie said. “I’ll drive ‘Her Highness’ home, then come back,” she whispered by my ear.

“Do you need a hand, Draco?” Pansy asked. I shook my head. “We’ll come back tomorrow morning to go to the studio then.”

“Sounds good. Bit tired after that flight,” I said, leaning over to kiss Pansy’s cheek. “Good to see you again, Panse.”

“You too,” Pansy smiled, returning the kiss to my cheek. “Guess you’ll have to come with me Veronica so you can pick up your rattle trap.”

“Hey, I happen to like that rattle trap,” Ronnie grinned.

“Gods, you still have that jeep?” I laughed.

“No, it’s a different one. Her highness just doesn’t like that it messes her hair when the top is down,” she grinned. “See ya, Drake,” she called out as she climbed into the driver’s seat, waiting for Pansy to get in herself.

I watched in amusement as Pansy climbed into the car, then as the car squealed out of the drive. I went into the hotel, and went to the reception desk where the porter patiently waited. I put down my few camera bags, and signed the registry, then followed the porter to the elevator to the top floor, where my usual suite was waiting. I handsomely tipped the porter, then went to the balcony window, opened it and sighed as I looked out at Miami at dusk. This was one of his favorite places, and always enjoyed coming back.

I had just changed into a loose pair of lounge pants and tank top when I heard the knock at the door. I opened it to see Ronnie, a case of beer in one hand, and bottle of whiskey in the other. I smiled at her as I took the bottle and led her into the room. Several hours later, after much discussion on our lives, Ronnie passed out on the couch and I fell asleep on the bed.

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