Draco Malfoy imagines

Dracos lapdance

Half past eleven o'clock. As he read on his gold casing Vacheron Constantin Tour de I'lle watch, which his Mom gave it to him last year. And he let his arm rest back in the couch he was sitting on. On the other hand was holding a squared-glass, half of it was filled with Firewhiskey.

No, he is not yet drunk. A little bit tipsy, yes. He was drowning his sorrows as he drink up. He couldn't felt more alone in his life than felt today. It's his 31st birthday. Yes, he had a party all going up in the Manor. He was there not entertaining guest but rather entertain himself with firewhiskey in the set up bar in one of the ballroom in the Manor. His mom insisted of having a party for him, inviting all rich and pretty witch-bachelorettes along with those prestigious pureblood family friends the Malfoy's have or shall I say, business partners. He didn't against the party being held up for his day thinking she might as well turn up maybe. Though he was disappointed as the night went on. 

Malfoy's have leaped on the other side of the war before it's too late. It was hell a trauma for Draco ever since the war started. Dumbledore, the Manor turned into Voldemort & DeathEaters' headquarters. There wasn't a peace since then, since his father had welcomed Voldemort into his house, gaining him a one lower position in his own home.

Lucius Malfoy, what a shame.

Yes, Draco had thought about his father a shame that time. But he couldn't disrespect Voldemort that would surely fast process the death sentence of his family. He could not risk that, especially his mom. He couldn't let her die in the hands of Voldemort. He loves her, respects her. She showered him with love and protection ever since she laid her eyes on him. Though she was devoted to her husband and so, she bends into his binding & also her son, Draco.

Enough.

Draco thought as he shakes his head over these useless thoughts. Voldemort's gone. It's been years had passed and it was all well in the Wizarding World. No more epic catastrophe being foreseen. Though there are still rumors or little fuzz buzzing in, that involves him sometimes. He never answers those flying around news about him or his business. He's now the one running their family business while Lucius is on his house-arrest for the rest of his life. That doesn't bother him or his family, Lucius felt remorse of what had happened and is willing to pay his mistakes. The ministry had granted him ten years of in prisonment in Azkaban and the rest of his life at home, giving him limited access only. His mother was grateful to it than his husband would receive worse punishment, she can't take.

His wrist was moving circle as he turned the glass up. The firewhiskey was dancing circle inside the glass, not spilling into his Persian rug. The soft grass like cotton yellow-green loveseat, he was sitting was facing the fireplace of his Flat. It was half-dimmed lit room and he could feel the warm flickers into his skin, placing himself not so far from the fireplace. There was music playing along, solemnly easing his peace. He closes his eyes. 

There was a whoosh coming in from the fireplace. He knew someone floo'ed inside this home. He was excited and ecstatic inside. He never let it show outside, he remained calm and his eyes closed.

The sound of the shoes as the Intruder walked out the fireplace.

Definitely a stiletto. Merlin, I have to look at her. That was Draco thought as he opened his eyes and looked into set of brown eyes. He saw Emily was walking towards him, her eyes not leaving his. He saw her walking slowing or rather swaying slowing? He ventured to look from her face so beautiful, her eyes were almost sparkling from the light and he saw she painted her lips red tonight.

 Vixen.

 Her hair was in curls laying lamely in her shoulders. Half of her neck was covered by her hair and the other side wasn't, exposing her neck & her delicate skin. She was wearing a red satin with an overlay black-laced corset, hugging her figure and her breast pushing up a bit. Her French red knickers doesn't go unnoticed by him along with her matching garters holding up her silky black stockings. He saw her wearing the black pump shoes. It was Yves Saint Laurent, he sent it to her. He couldn't suppress his smirk that those babies had been put to use and this she was doing.