CH 46: No Name [7]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

My initial plan was to leave her stewing after the initial contact, but that was harder to do when her perfect beauty lay in front of my eyes, and her allure quickening my blood flow. "Actually, why don't you accompany me for the lunch. We can continue working there."

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Her eyes shone in excitement at first, which then quickly replied with disappointment. "We better not," she murmured. "It's not exactly advisable for us to seen together in this environment."

I smirked. "Not if we eat at the non-magical side," I countered.

"Non-magical?" she stammered. She looked astonished, which, admittedly, was understandable. Here I was, a Malfoy, not only offering to spend time on the non-magical side voluntarily, but also carefully avoiding any term that might be construed as insulting, like mudblood, or even muggle.

"Sure, I wouldn't say no to some good sushi, though anything other than the greasy mess that Leaky Cauldron tries to sell as food is an achievement. Why?"

"You have a reputation for…" she murmured before stopping for a second. Looking for a better word than a bigot, no doubt. "Favoring older traditions of the magical world," she continued. "I wouldn't expect you to try sushi."

"I'm a man with many surprises, Fleur," I said, this time not referring her with her surname. I didn't want to break the intimate air, and a reference to her married state would do that easily. "Let's go," I said, grabbed her arm, and before she could say anything, apparated away.

We found ourselves in the secluded corner I had prepared as a convenient arrival point, protected by several spells to keep people away. After looking around to make sure the spells were still holding, I turned my attention back to Fleur, who was trying to gather her balance after the surprise teleportation. Even with the power of the Death Stick, side-along apparation was a nasty feeling when unprepared. "Are you ready to go?" I asked her.

She looked at me angrily, but she was smart enough to keep her tongue from saying anything she might later regret, proving that her training wasn't a waste. I removed my robe, revealing a simple jeans and shirt combo underneath. I stuffed the robe to the pocket of my jeans, which was charmed to hold anything I put in there. Her expression shifted when she noticed the sudden change of clothes. "No," she murmured. "I don't have any non-magical clothes with me. I can't come here wearing a robe."

I doubted that. Even in the ridiculous stuff that the magical insist to treat as respectable clothing, Fleur looked more beautiful than a runway model, and her robes could be easily explained as a new fashion statement. I had no intention to tell her that though. I would never miss the opportunity to make her wear something more appealing than those robes, especially when I could watch her change. "No worries," I said as I reached for my pouch, and pulled a small, white dress that I had specially brought for this occasion.

Her eyes weren't free of suspicion as she turned towards me, but that didn't last long, especially when she raised the dress against her silhouette, and saw that the dress was not only short enough to leave most of her legs bare and with a deep cleavage, but also tight enough to make sliding inside a challenge. "Umm…" she murmured.

"Is there a problem," I asked, but I was careful to keep my tone dark and forbidding, suggesting to her that complaining might not be for her benefit.

"No," she answered resignedly. "Could you turn your back so I can change."

"No," I said, copying her answer. Or more accurately, copying the words of her answer, as the tone and intention couldn't have been more different, her silky resignation replaced with blackened steel. Beginnings of an outrage appeared in the depths of her eyes, only to disappear in the same exact speed the moment I quirked my eyebrow. The next few seconds, she continued looking into my eyes, but this time, begging rather than trying to demand. "Do you need any help," I asked, my hands rising to display my enthusiasm.

She shook her head. "I can handle myself," she answered in a squeaky voice as she turned her back, her hands already working on the buttons of her robe. Her easy surrender made sense. Considering the times we spent together, underwear could be counted as overdressed. But, regardless of my overexposure of her beautiful body, I couldn't help but feel excited as her ugly robe slid away from her body. Her elegant back revealed first, its beautiful arc interrupted by an ugly, beige strap. The robe fell further, until it met with the ground, which unfortunately revealed that her panties were equally ugly. It was an outrage I had no intention of allowing.

I waited until she managed to stuff herself into the tight wrap of the dress, which was tight enough to look painted. I took a step closer as she struggled to zip her back. "Let me help," I said as I grabbed the zipper, and started to pull it up softly. Since she had to look at the other side, she missed my wand leaving its holder, noticing only when its tip tapped at the strap of her bra, vanishing it into oblivion. Nothing less than that ugly piece deserved in my opinion.

"What was that!" Fleur asked in panic, but I could hear the involuntary excitement in her tone.

"Just making sure to put the dress to a maximum effect," I explained even as I pointed my wand down, and subjecting her panties to the same ignoble fate. "Here, isn't it much better," I said even as I grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn. She failed to answer, her excitement pushing her breathing out of control, leaving her panting and gasping in an uncontrolled manner, her instincts, trained during our payback session, readying her body for a sweaty, extended embrace. Her nipples, hard rock with arousal, pushed against the white fabric, begging for me to take them into my warm hold.

"Shall we," I asked instead as I presented my arm to her. She reluctantly put her arm onto mine, and we started to walk. Yes, taking her immediately was fun, but I wanted to see her begging, aroused. A lunch without her underwear as I continuously teased her should do the trick…

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