Chapter 1

My second Dramione fanfiction.

This is one of my favourite pairings! :) :)

I had a BLAST writing this! I tried to give every character a storyline but my favourite character to bring to life is Theo. I always have the best time writing his parts. :) :)

Since their school days, the characters have come a long way, and I loved taking them to another level.

I also incorporated a few Muggle references and way of life, just for fun.

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Disclaimer: These beautiful characters belong to the talented J.K. Rowling. I have only borrowed them! :)

Enjoy Chapter One!

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"Don't stop, please, don't stop," cried the brunette, almost pleading with him.

Was she fucking nuts? The ice blonde had no intention of stopping.

He tightened the hold on her waist, his fingers dug deep into her skin, blood rushing to where he held her.

Without mercy, he plunged into her awaiting wetness harder and faster, picking up the pace while her moans grew louder.

Doggy style, what an efficient and worthwhile position, he thought amused.

Focus Draco.

Filling to the hilt with his manhood, it hit deeper against her smooth walls and by the alarming sounds that came from her, she fucking loved it.

He loved being in control, except with that one elusive witch, his forever unicorn.

The sweat glistened off his toned body.

Beads of perspiration gathered on his skin while he continued his assault on the woman before him, her skin rippled as he pounded into her.

Draco felt a steady rise of heat against his shaft, it was warm and pleasing.

Fucking hell, she was about to explode on his cock.

The attractive woman dug her polished fingernails into his expensive silk bedding and let out a long, ecstatic moan as her body began to shudder with her release.

Her pleasured sounds echoed within his consciousness, feeding his own urgent need.

Draco smirked at the woman and pushed in harder, until what he prolonged gathered into his throbbing dickhead, pulsating with the necessity of release.

With a low animal-like growl, he pulled out just in time to release all over her rounded creamy white arse, the woman did have an impressive figure.

Satisfied that every drop had left him, he bent to retrieve his wand from the discarded trouser by the foot of the bed and waved it effortlessly.

It instantly cleared his seed off the woman, returning her skin to its former porcelain state.

Her long, feminine sounds were subdued as her legs gave out and she fell face-first onto his luxurious sheets.

Closing her eyes in satisfaction, a final low, faint moan escaped her lips as she sank further into the bedding.

He frowned and didn't join her but watched as she got comfortable.

Holy fuck, she was nesting.

Glancing at her with uncertainty, Draco headed straight for the bathroom without uttering a word.

The sweat on his well-defined chest glistened like little pearls across his body, he ran his long fingers through his hair as he hurriedly escaped into the sanctuary of the luxurious ensuite.

Looking at his reflection, he sighed.

Through the depths of his tormented soul, he felt a great void. A fire raged within him, sheer will burned with purpose within him, but his spirit stays unsated.

Fuck it!

He needed a long fucking shower.

It was well and good while it happened, but a shower was crucial soon afterwards.

Stepping into the smoothly walled cubicle he turned the knob; the overhead shower came to life and cool drops of water descended.

Damn, the water felt soothing against his skin. Almost therapeutic.

Placing firm hands on either side of the shower, Draco bent his head forwards, allowing the water to run through his platinum blonde hair and down the muscles on his back.

So good! Nothing like a cleansing shower to put things into perspective. The woman's overpowering smell of perfume no longer lingered on him.

Draco tied a towel around his waist and ran long fingers through wet hair, strands of rogue hair fell onto his pale face.

Frowning at his reflection, he felt weary. These one night stands were wracking havoc on his body and mind.

It was wishful thinking to hope that she would be gone by the time his shower ended and considering how comfortable she was getting; it didn't seem like a possibility.

He knew she was the clingy type the minute he laid eyes on her, the type who had the wedding planned and three children named.

Cringing, Draco cursed, "You fucking idiot."

Remembering the problem at hand, he glanced towards the bedroom and frowned.

Better late than never.

Taking a deep breath, towel loosely hanging on his hips, he strode into the bedroom ready to face the woman.

She had turned over and lay completely naked expecting his return.

A fleeting thought randomly entered his mind, Great! Round two, perhaps?

His internal monologue made him laugh, you randy prick.

The naked woman beamed with pleasure, "That was amazing," she gushed and gazed at him longingly.

He raised an eyebrow, What did she want? A fucking prize?

Draco smiled sweetly, he deliberately looked over at the mess of clothes and then back at her, trying to make a point.

She obviously didn't get it, instead, she just sat on his bed with a puppy dog expression plastered on her face.

Her eyes were wide with anticipation.

Okay, that was it, time for damage control.

Draco closed his eyes and prayed to Merlin.

He fucking hated this part.

He cleared his voice and informed as gently and politely as possible, "Stacy, Bernard will take you home or wherever you wish to go."

The brunette was clearly not happy that he was dismissing her for the night.

Her whole demeanour changed from puppy dog to snubbed bitch.

Her face contorted into a look of disgust as if the most repugnant creature had crawled under her nose.

She got to her feet and hurriedly walked around the room picking up the remnants of her clothes that littered the room.

Her voluptuous breasts wobbled as she bent to pick up the discarded knickers.

Cursing under her breath, she stepped into her dress and pulled up her thong.

Fully dressed, Stacy turned to face Draco, her hair a complete mess, she looked quite deranged.

"You're going to end up alone, Draco Malfoy," she spat at him while reaching for her purse.

If he had a Galleon for every time he heard that.

He bit back a smart arse remark.

Draco leaned casually against his dresser as he watched her, boredom seeping in.

He lazily glanced at the clock, two am, Shit! He had an early morning meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister.

It was time for her to fucking go, he fucking needed to sleep.

She was still talking but he wasn't in the least bit bothered to reply or listen.

Nobody forced her to fuck him. The woman had been throwing herself at him, all week.

They had met at one of his mother's fundraising events and she eagerly expressed an interest in working for his company.

Bollocks, she wanted to ride the dragon and that was it.

Draco was no fool, when she touched his arm and placed her hand on his thigh, inching her fingers towards his crotch, he knew the position she was looking for wasn't in his company but his bedroom.

He was impressed by her dedication though, he smirked at the thought.

All of them wanted to be "THE ONE" that would nab the eligible bachelor, but he just wasn't fucking interested.

Only one woman came remotely close to claiming his heart, but that had been a foolish dream and a dangerous unforbidden fantasy.

Still, the very thought of his name rolling off her tongue was enough to get him off.

It was bad enough, that his mother constantly nagged him to settle down.

For fuck sake, he was twenty-five not freaking fifty.

While eventually, he would settle down, there was no harm in having a little fun along the way.

Draco was always straight up with the women he took to bed, there wasn't any need for pretences.

He was young, enjoyed sex, and was quick to point that out to his partner for the night.

He watched Stacy through lazy eyes, fuck she was annoying but at least she was dressed.

Reaching under the dresser, he pressed his buzzer.

His tone deep and businesslike, he said, "Bernard, Miss Green is ready to leave."

Stacy scowled, she picked up her high heels she glared at him, Draco had the good grace to step further away from the irked woman.

If looks could kill, he would be dying a thousand deaths. He had half expected her to throw her lethal-looking shoe at his head.

Now, that would've fucking hurt.

The door slammed, and she was gone, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

These one-night stands had to go; it was bloody exhausting.

Especially the strained forced conversation than the actual fucking.

The bed looked so welcoming, silk, and dark green sheets; you can't crush the Slytherin out of a true Prince of Slytherin.

Draco discarded the towel and slipped between the covers, the sheets moulded to his nakedness.

He was asleep before he knew it.

The nightmares would join him shortly, they always did.