The youngest Malfoy did her best to focus on the material before her, to study for the upcoming winter break to impress her parents and family. But it was no use, the words were blurs on a page, the content unreadable.
"You need to find other things that make you feel the same way."
She couldn't get his words out of her head, couldn't get that night out of her head. They hadn't had any formal, or even informal, interactions since then but she wondered if he knew how often her gaze strayed in his direction, how effortless he made every gesture, every movement, so beautiful.
Why hadn't she noticed before, and if she did why had she ignored it? Harry Potter was breathtakingly sexy.
Was it only because he had helped her get rid of her virginity? Was she just now paying attention only because she could remember how it felt wrapped around his cock? How it felt fucking him in the night air?
No, she refused to think this was all because of that one act. If so, it would make her no better than all the horny other witches, some of which had almost immediately begun trying to pry gossip from her the following morning.
But just as she promised, not a word of what they had done slipped her lips. "We had a pleasant dinner and nice conversation about classes and school."
Certainly, some suspected more, notably Bliss, but none called her out on it, likely because they figured if she had fucked him there would be bragging or some overconfident swagger or grin. Despite having told him she would never do such a thing the thought had crossed her mind, about how she had gotten laid, about how easy it had been, about how hard she had fucked him…
But even without the promise she knew better. Riddle and her sister would have her head, assuming his own sisters didn't find a way to push her off her broom during Quidditch. Plus, what would be the result?
Harry being harassed for attention? Him saying she was bad during sex? It was true after all, she hadn't made him cum, hadn't done any foreplay, hadn't done any aftercare, just a quick 'let's fuck and then leave'.
Embarrassing.
Still, even with such a limited interaction it was burned into her mind and an evening had not gone by where the desire for more kept her up at night.
Tonight was one of them.
It certainly had nothing to do with him being on an outing with Delphini Black, as he said their own date had been a wager, nothing more. There was no romantic ties connecting them, no expectations, and thus no room for jealousy.
But still something burned inside, a need for more. With a snarl of annoyance she glanced around, ensuring she was alone in the room, before pushing back from the desk, pulling her pants down to her thighs and pushing a finger into her, already wet, lower lips.
Despite her gasp it wasn't enough, and soon she added a second then a third. The sensation was… nice, but not the same. It wasn't throbbing and pulsing, wasn't filling her so completely without effort.
Perhaps speed was the problem, she tried remembering how fast and hard she had taken him but it was different and a bit awkward with her own hand. Still, she did her best to thrust up into her pussy, imagining what it might be like if he had taken control, if he had pushed her up against the wall.
Imagination helped, and with the new images she came moments later with a quiet groan.
Perhaps during the coming break, she could prove it was more than a one-time thing?
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It was a nice restaurant, one of the nicest Harry had ever been to, and the prices reflected it. His eyes widened as even the appetizers cost more than what he would see with his family or from his previous life.
Delphini, it seemed, was not impressed, and he could see her frowns, along with the 'tsks' of annoyance, as she scanned over the menu. The waiter was friendly enough but was quickly flinching back when asked why they didn't serve some of the more exotic courses the heiress mentioned.
Eventually they ordered and settled into an uncomfortable silence.
"So," Harry began idly playing with his napkin while trying to think of something so the evening wouldn't drag on. "Why dueling?" This earned a confused stare from the witch, prompting him to explain, "I mean why are you a duelist? Shouldn't you take political classes or something?"
"Politics is for those who do not receive that portion of their education at home." She explained with a note of superiority in her voice. "I have private tutors for important things such as that, most heiresses do." Ah, which was why Cleo did not. Still, it didn't explain his original question and he remained silent as she went on. "As for dueling, it is a way to establish dominance and promote one's accomplishments. My mother was an expert duelist, and she has reinforced its usefulness since I was old enough to talk."
He was about to ask more when a pair of individuals walked up to their table.
"Wotcher you two."
"Tonks?"
The Auror grinned as she gave a nod to the boy, only for it to drop into one of annoyance when the other spoke, "I'm surprised they trusted you Nymphadora. Are you not still recruit level?"
Turning, the older witch forced a smile, "Nice to see you too, Delphini."
The other witch, a clearly more seasoned Auror, simply glanced back and forth, clearly uncomfortable with the argument brewing.
"I was promoted. Plus, the department thought it would be better if someone you both knew was part of your escort."
"I would feel safer knowing someone competent was..." any further insult was interrupted by the waiter clearing his throat and bringing food. The two Aurors went back to their table on the opposite side of the room while from the corner of his eye Harry noticed Remi sit back down in her own spot, having stood after sensing an oncoming conflict.
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