The Emerald Manor

Chapter 7

She pushed the door open and entered the study proper. Once inside Cora was impressed by the size of Draco's study, it opened revealing a much larger room than she had anticipated.

Books lined almost every wall of the room except for one. In front of the one barren wall was a long mahogany desk with papers strewn about. There were no photos in the room, not one. Draco was seated in the corner of the room in an oversized maroon chair that looked well worn. He did not move from the chair when Cora entered the room. He put down his book on the end table.

Instead, he glared in her direction, assessing her silhouette. Cora had brownish red hair that was pulled into a large loose braid that draped over her shoulder. The braid laid over her sweater moving with each breath, the end of her braid hitting her ribs just below her chest. She was a shorter witch but that suited her frame Draco thought to himself. Her large breasts filled out her sweater. Her voluminous hips were accentuated in her fitted pants.

It was all complimented perfectly by her nipped in waist and flat stomach. He looked upon her face; she had pale skin, but freckles were scattered across her cheeks. Red flooding in and out of her cheeks.

The air was sucked out of the room. A blush rose in her cheeks painting her face red. She waited for Draco to speak and break the tension that was causing her to squirm.

Draco stood up from the chair. Extending his hand, beckoning her closer to him. "Come here Cora, I do not wish to shout."

Her feet moved on their own towards him. Her steps were slow, taking time before there was just inches between them.

"I trust everything went well and you found nothing of issue for you or the Ministry." His voice was different than before. Still composed, but almost guttural, stuck in his chest.

"No sir." Then she saw that look again. Draco enjoyed it when she called him sir. His eyes would narrow, and his shoulders would swell whenever she said it and a mischievous grin would kiss his lips.

His voice came out dry and laced with concern. "Are you too warm? I see you removed your cloak." He seemed to be struggling to keep his focus on her face, so steered more towards polite conversation.

She averted her eyes from his gaze. His eyes were intimidating, it was hard to stay focused on them. Remembering his question, she offered up a response before he got impatient with her.

"Inside the manor yes, a bit, so I stored it away in my bag. The weather is atrocious, so I will put it on again before I leave. The rain was unrelenting last I checked."

He moved his wand to the side, speaking the spell. "Accio."

Her emerald cloak drifted out of her bag landing in Draco's outstretched hand. He never broke eye contact with her. With a singular deft motion, he twirled his fingers and spoke.

"Turn."

She could not hide the whimper in her voice this time. Draco was directing her, in all things it seemed; and she did not want to fight it. Her back was now facing Draco. Her heart hitting against her chest as she waited for him.

The sound of the cloak being unclasped echoed in her ear. He placed a hand on her left shoulder steading her in place. He reached around her other shoulder with his free hand and clasped her cloak in front of her clavicle.

His fingers lingered on the clasp when before he moved them up. He grazed them across her cheek. The touch was light, it felt like a ghost of a tickle across her face.

Cora froze at the unexpected contact with Draco. It felt as though she was choking on her breath. She closed her eyes trying to steel herself against his touch. She could feel his breath on her neck, he gripped both of his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him.

He leaned down, his voice a whisper.

"It is quite cold out tonight. Your cloak will keep you warm, can't have you leaving without it." He pulled away, standing at his full height while she let out a disappointed whimper, expecting more. She was acutely aware of the pulsing between her thighs.

"Miss Cora, arrive home safely and quickly. Do not dottle." He danced with his hand down, taking her fingers in his hand. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it. His lips were soft and warm on her cold hand.

"Until next time Miss DuPont. I look forward to seeing you again. Please see yourself out." He withdrew himself from her vicinity.

The abrupt goodbye surprised her. She shook herself back to reality and walked out of the study. The corners of her mouth twitched with an idea.

"Have a pleasant evening Mr. Malfoy.... sir." A grin crossed her face. Knowing she gave him a parting reaction when she called him sir.