She's A Snake

Three: Little Black Dress

Warning: alcohol, cursing and some smut

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Ron's POV:
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I couldn't get the image of Dalim on her knees out of my head. Her in that sexy black dress, moving her hips like it was nothing. She knew what she was doing to me. How could she not?

We were currently dancing. Well, Dalim was dancing in the crowd of people. I was practically just standing there. Other people were dancing too, but no one was as loose as Dalim.

The coke, edible and five cups of unidentified alcohol were definitely starting to kick in. I walked over to Dalim and tapped her shoulder.

She turned around and gave me a goofy smile. "Ron! You have got to dance with me! It's so fun!"

I can't suppress a laugh. "Is it supposed to feel like this?" I practically yell over the music.

"Uh huh! Now dance!" Before I could say no she takes my hands and puts them on her hips. I could already tell this wasn't going to end well for me.

"I don't think this is a good idea Dal-"

Her hands went into my hair, slightly twirling the strands. Fuck, that felt so good. She was far more drunk than me. That much was clear. Sober Dalim would never do the things that drunk Dalim does.

She giggles. Her words are slurred but I can understand her perfectly. "You're hot. I'd definitely hook up with you if we didn't hate each other." I felt myself turn bright red.

"You don't mean that, you're drunk."

"Maybe a little. But drunk words are just sober thoughts."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She definitely knew.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft. Softer than I expected for a Malfoy.

She kissed back, her kisses more sloppy than mine. She tasted like mint and a bit of alcohol.

The kiss quickly turned into a make-out. She pulled apart to catch her breath.

"Wanna get out of here?" She looked at me with lust in her ocean blue eyes.

I really, really did. But she was drunk. And I didn't want to take advantage of her like that. She may be awful, but she's also a person. "You're drunk. Are you sure? You're gonna regret it."

She shrugged, as if she didn't even notice. "Maybe. But at least it'll be worth it. Sooo?"

I couldn't believe what I was about to say. "Fine. Where to?"

I didn't care if it was a bad idea anymore, I slowly let the alcohol consume me.

"I have somewhere." She grabbed my hand before I could ask anymore questions.

She let me to the garden maze. Her silver rings felt ice cold on my skin. Like she had just put them into ice water.

"Why here?"

"It's pretty out here. Just look at the stars!"

I turn her around to face me and I kiss her again. She let a tiny moan slip. I could already feel myself getting hard.

I kiss down her jaw to her neck. I tap the back of her thigh and she jumps. Her legs wrap around my waist, my hands go to her ass.

I start to suck on her neck and she moans. I bring one of my hands to her clothed pussy.

"Is that a thong, Dalim?" She smirked. "Mhm."

I back her up onto a garden statue so she doesn't fall.

I move the thin, wet fabric to the side and slide two fingers past her soaked folds. She whimpers.

I thrust them in and out, picking up a rhythm.

I feel her grind down on my fingers to get more friction, moaning louder.

"Quiet, Dalim. We don't want people to hear. Yeah?"

She nods. She puts her forehead on my shoulder while I continue to finger fuck her. I curl my fingers, hitting her g-spot.

She bites her lip to suppress a moan. "You're doing so good for me, Dal." I spoke in a soft whisper in her ear. I know she's close by the way her legs shook.

"F-fuck Ron. I'm gonna cum."

I kiss her neck. "I know, I know. Let go, Dalim. I've got you."

And she does. All over my fingers. I keep them at a steady pace so she can ride out her high. Then I pull them out and bring them to my lips, tasting her.

"Fuck, Ron. Are your fingers magic or something?" I chuckle. "No, I just know how to use them."

I was so hard it hurt. She gets off of me and gets on her knees. She slowly starts to unbuckle my pants and sliding them down to my ankles. She looks up at me with a innocent look as she rubs my wet tip through my black boxers.

I throw my head back, my eyes shut tight. She pulls my boxers down to my ankles. "Enough of the fucking teasing, Dali."

She takes me in her mouth and I groan. I buck my hips, making me hit the back of her throat. "You feel so good wrapped around me, Dalim." She moans as a reply, sending the vibrations through my cock. She uses her hand to pump what she couldn't take in her mouth.

I feel myself twitch and my cum spills into the back of her throat.

She stands up and fixes her hair as I put my boxers and pants back on.

She lays in the ground and I lay next to her. She starts pointing to stars as if nothing just happened. I decide that I still hate her.

"I was named after that one." She points to another star. I look over at her. It's hard not to get lost in her good looks, I can admit. I look back up to the sky.

Remember, Ron. She's a Malfoy. A Slytherin. A snake. I had to keep reminding myself who she was and who I wasn't. Weasley's don't date snakes. And she is one. A snake at blood. And either way, I hated snakes.

It was at least an hour until we went back inside. Her brother glared at me, took her arm and brought her over to their little Slitherin cult.

I roll my eyes. I try to find Harry through the crowd. Inviting Slitherin's was a bad idea. This party was a bad idea.

A/N: so if you couldn't tell I'm kinda bad at writing smut but I hope you liked it! <3