One shots-Draco Malfoy

Bar night part 3

I finally got a divorce and I feel like celebrating. I walk into the local pub, the same one I've been going to for years to escape my wife. I don't have to escape her anymore since our divorce came into effect today. I would be smiling from ear to ear if I was a person who smiles a lot.

I don't regret our marriage because I got a son through it. Scorpius is everything and more I could ask for in a son. I love that little man and he's the only reason why I don't resent the marriage I had with his mother.

Before I get to the bar I bump into someone. I don't get the change to look down at them because my eyes clue to her. y/n fucking y/l/n. She's dancing on the dance floor. Her body hugged by a dress that hugs her ass especially well. Her legs naked and hair up. 

I have a sudden urge to pull on that ponytail and fuck her like I have so many times wanted to. And I will. I Will fuck her tonight like she's the last woman on earth. With looks like hers she fucking could be.

"Excuse you," I hear a faint voice and turn my head towards the person who I bumped into.  I hit a jackpot with this one. Pansy Parkinson glares up at me her arms crossed. She also happens to be y/n friend. Or at least used to be.

"Is she single?" I ask her, referring to y/n. I don't have the patience to beat around the bush. I want to be inside on y/n y/l/n tonight, tomorrow, the day after that and so fucking on. Her glare hardens but I glance back at y/n who is still dancing her night away.

"No apology. Not surprised. Now, who is this 'she'?" Pansy speaks but I don't spare her a glance. I might be rude right now but when have I cared about that.

"y/n," I tell her and this time turn my head towards Parkinson. She has an annoying smirk on her face.

"No, she's engaged," Parkinson says and now I glare at her. It's not her fault that y/n's taken but it might as well be with the glare I'm giving her. Parkinson starts laughing which really adds to my irritation.

"No, I was just joking. She's single. But I don't think that she's ready to mingle," she laughs again and I remember just how annoying Pansy Parkinson is when she's tipsy or drunk. Not sure which she is at the moment.

I leave her to laugh to herself and make my way to the bar. I need a plan on how to approach her. I can't just march up to her and tell her that I want to fuck her brains out. Could that work or is it too straightforward? I decide to think that with a drink. I order myself a whiskey and put my brain to work.

Could she still be interested? I know that she used to be but it's been ages since I saw her. The last time being when she came to visit me at my own house. I couldn't keep doing that even if we didn't do anything. I never liked Astoria that much but I was going to be a faithful husband either way. It would have been wrong to have an affair while still being married to her.

But I'm not married anymore. I can do what I want and who I want. And I really fucking need to do y/n. I can imagine how perfect her pussy would feel. Fucking soaked and tight. I can imagine how good her ass looks naked. It looks fucking delicious in a dress so I bet it's like a dream naked. Her tits would look beautiful and I could play with them for fucking hours. And that fucking face. I want to see it when she comes. That would be a fucking sight.

"This seat taken?" I turn to the voice as I adjust myself. I have a semi hard-on and all I've been doing is thinking about y/n. I mean it's also been years since I've had sex, so I'll put it on that. When I finally set my gaze on them a small smile falls to my face because she has the prettiest smile I've ever seen. A bit shy too and I swear her cheeks are red but it could be the dancing she did earlier.

"Yeah," I choke out, realising she asked me a question. Her smile widens as she sits down. She smells like sweat, flowers and alcohol. Doesn't sound like a great combination but I think it's the best I've ever come across.