Luscious Lust

Chapter 6 - A Private Tour

"I hear my father invited you to the manor this weekend," Draco says.
"That's right," I reply.
"Just you? None of your friends?" Draco looks suspiciously at me.
"Not that I know," I cross my arms.
"Why would he invite you?" Draco continues to look skeptically at me.
"Why not? I'm Slytherin, you're Slytherin, Slytherin won the quidditch game, why don't we all just celebrate?" I ask.
"I'm not sure what you're trying to do here, but it better not be what I think it is. My mother and father are getting back together, and a hussy like you will not come between them," Draco shouts at me.
I smack him in the face.
"How dare you calling me a hussy, you wanker," I shout back.
Luckily we're amost alone in the common room, just a few curious eyes notice the commotion. "But you are, you and your damn stockings. You on your knees in front of him. Sitting beside him at the quidditch game. You looked quite cosy together," Draco rages.
"I'd like to shove my goddamned stockings down your throat, you idiot. I feel like my stockings and I need our own chapter in the yearbook. So little happens around here, maybe you need a house hussy. I like your father, and your father doesn't seem to mind me. If you got a problem with your father being into me, you should take it up with him. Now if you don't mind, I need some fresh air."

I take a deep drag of my cigarette. My fight with Draco has gotten me confused. Why does he mind so much that I fancy his father? Why is he so sure that his parents will get back together? They haven't spoken to each other for weeks. Narcissa hardly ever attend anything that has to do with school events, even if it's for Draco's sake. Draco's only seeing her on weekends here and there. Nothing implies that they're gonna get back together. So what's the harm in me going after his father and treating him to a little good time in his loneliness?

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"Miss Hatch, so good to see you," Mr. Malfoy's standing in the doorway to his manor. "Come in, come in."
I smile and enter. It's been ages since I've been there.
"I'm still amazed by this impressive manor," I smile. "I don't think I've ever gotten the full tour." "Well, I'd be delighted to give you a private tour later on," Lucius smirks.
He guides me to the living room. Draco and some of his friends are already there.
Lucius hands me a drink before raising his glass. 
"Let's make a toast! To Draco, to the Slytherin house and for kicking some Gryffindor arse in quidditch!"
I laugh, and so does Draco's friends.
"Hear, hear!" I say.
Since I'm the only one standing close enough to Mr. Malfoy, I klink my glass into his before I take a sip.
The sip turns into a mouthful, and the drink is gone in no time.
"I think you need a refill," Lucius smiles.

The evening carries on. We eat dinner, talk, laugh and tell strories, before the majority of the Slytherins gets up to dance the night away.
There are only students my age at the party, and only from the Slytherin house of course, and mainly Draco's circle of friends, plus some of their girlfriends.
The party starts to go rather out of hand, but Lucius seems to be amused by the spectacle going on around him. He seems to be pleased about the fact that they're so preoccupied with their crazy party business so that he can sneak me out of there.
"How about that tour?" he leans in and whispers in my ear.
"Yes, please," I say while getting up.
I'm so ready for that tour, it's been the only thing on my mind all night.
I've been drinking some, but I don't feel too intoxicated, just courageous. I'm not quite sure what he really means with "tour", if it's an actual tour or just a cover for a smutty adventure in one of his many rooms. Either way, I'm very eager to find out.

Mr. Malfoy shows me just about every room in the manor. I'm walking beside him, accidentally bumping my hand into his every now and then.
He's had me all to himself for the past 30 minutes, but he still hasn't made a move.

We're upstairs, in a corner of the manor that seems rather unused. It's darker and a bit dusty, like the maid doesn't clean there very often.
I can't take the tension between us anymore, I just gotta know if he wants me or not.
I slowly slide my hand into his hand, carefully braiding our fingers together.
He doesn't let go. In fact, he tightens his grip.
We walk a few more steps before he stops.
I walk past him before turning to face him, my hand still in his.
"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me? What buttons you push, what urges you almost makes me give into?" Lucius asks me.
"All the right ones I hope," I smile at him. 
"Yes," he says, swallowing hard. "You're so young, so beautiful, and you're offering yourself to me. Me. A much older man, with a son, and a soon to be ex-wife."
There it was. Ex-wife. Draco's wrong, his parents are not getting back together.
I feel a little less guilty about my seductive intensions when I hear those words leave Mr. Malfoy's lips.
"Mr. Malfoy, I've been offering myself to you for weeks, but you have treated me like a dish not worth tasting. You've been your usual polite and sly self, except from that moment at the secret smoking place, which still sets me on fire just thinking about it. I want you to feed that fire. I need you to feed that fire."
I'm practically pleading him to take me. The tall, blond, sexy wizard standing in front of me is all I want.
Mr. Malfoy takes a step towards me, lifting his hand to caress my cheek.
He takes another step towards me, our chests rubbing against each other now. He leans down, hesitates, and then he kisses me.
His lips are soft and sensual, while his 5 o'clock shade is rough and scrubbing against my skin.
I moan lightly and feel my knees weaken. Our first kiss is so perfect and so worth the wait.
It's right, no doubt about it. I know that, and he must know it, there's no use in holding back now.