Summons

v e n t u r e s 3

:draco malfoy:

I expect that Lenora thinks I have great manners, holding the door for her and all, but the truth is I just love to watch her hips swing as she walks away. Of course, all of those etiquette classes mother and father put me through had become a habit at this point, but that sure as hell doesn't mean my eyes can resist looking. Especially when it comes to Lenora. Normally, I can't stand Gryffindors, what with their stupid bravery and all.

See, Gryffindors may be brave, but it's the kind of "do something without thinking" brave that lands you in detention for trying to make someone eat slugs with a broken wand. Or something like that. I could tell she was different, though. She was a bit Slytherin (although more Gryffindor), so she thought these things through. She may have been brave, but she would think her bravery through in the most Slytherin way possible. She was intelligent, unlike Pansy or Astoria. She was just different, with a way of thinking that perfectly aligned with mine. And it absolutely didn't hurt that she was gorgeous.

"How are you?" I asked. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable at all. At least not with me, but I knew those questions were very personal and it was easy become uncomfortable with them.

"I'm doing fine, why?" She sounded confused, but I could guess it was because I didn't ask anyone that very much.

"Just making sure, love, even if you did answer that question with no complaints."

Did she truly think she could get away with giving me attitude that round?

"Shove off, Malfoy. Get that smug look off of your face."

That would be that stupid kind of Gryffindor bravery I was talking about.

I walked over to Lenora and tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into my eyes. I could already feel myself hardening. Salazar, just her eyes do so much to me.

"You know, after that remark you made, you'll have to be punished," I whispered against her lips.

She didn't say anything, only taking in a shaky breath that I could feel against my lips. It was so hard to pull away from her, but she only just admitted she was interested in me. I wanted her to be to the point of begging me to even kiss her.

I walked over to the table I poured myself another glass of firewhiskey, pouring her a small amount as well. I knew my tolerance would be much higher than hers, but I could also tell she could handle more.

"Look at that, I didn't even need to ask this time," she said with a smirk no other Gryffindor could wear. "Thank you, Malfoy," she said as she lifted her glass to her lips.

"Of course, love, anything for you," I practically purred, my eyes flitting over her lips. Salazar, how I'd love to take her right now.

"What does your card say, lover boy?"

I grinned.

"That's new," I said as I gave her my card.

"It does suit you, I think," she quipped.

You get to ask your partner five questions. They must answer truthfully.

Although my card wasn't very physical, I did like the idea. We really didn't have much conversation apart from tonight, it had mostly just been me teasing her or her friends. Not a great first impression, I know, but I couldn't say I wasn't eager to learn more about her.

After she read my card, she gave me hers.

Your partner must guess your favorite food (you must blindfold and feed it to them).