CH 60: No Name [21]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

needing some more time to get back her balance, so that I could have fun toppling it once more.

But thankfully, she wasn't my only option. There was a sexy blonde that was deprived of my attention for a long while.

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{[Now]}

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It was already evening, and my sexy blonde witch was likely at home, preparing a dinner for the man that was supposed to be her husband before I meddled it enough to reduce that status to legal fiction.

Even more conveniently, I had access to her home wards, so nothing was preventing me from teleporting there for a quick visit.

A muffled crack later, I was in the garden of the Shell Cottage, a small, boring place that could never measure up to Fleur's majesty.

But that was a problem for later, I admitted as I wrapped the invisibility cloak I had swiped from Potter, and a silencing spell later, I didn't exist as far as any observer was concerned.

I sneaked in through the front door, which was not locked, nor had a special ward, relying on the perimeter ward to keep an intruder away.

A horrible lapse in the security in the times we were in. They trusted their wards too much. I sighed and put a few subtle alert wards in the house that would warn me in case of an attack.

Death Eaters stopped raiding after their takeover, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't restart after the camp raids, and I had no intention of losing my sexy toy in an accident.

With my task complete, I silently slipped inside, only to see William Weasley sitting in the living room, listening to radio, a glass of firewhiskey on his hand, and Daily Prophet sprawled open in front of him.

I just stopped there enough to make sure my compulsion charms were in place, enhancing his anger and impatience towards Fleur while making sure he would never attempt anything other than some groping.

I didn't want my angel to be sullied by that ginger waste of space.

After making sure that everything was in order, I put a compulsion charm to make sure he would be extraordinarily interested in his newspaper, to the point he wouldn't bother to check even if he heard some noises that could be construed as distracting.

With that done, I moved deeper into the house, following the noise. As I walked, I removed my cloak and dispelled my silencing charm.

After all, I had no need to hide myself from my blonde angel.

I found Fleur in the kitchen, her back turned to the door, busy with the plates in front of her, trying to cook a rather elaborate dinner.

Considering that I didn't get a committed housewife vibe from her, I was willing to bet that it was her way of compensating for all the adventures we had together.

Not a bad deal, I presumed, Weasley got his precious food, I got his precious wife, and Fleur got the pleasure she deserved.

Everyone was happy.

The only problem was the way she dressed, gray sweatpants, thick and loose enough to hide her delectable derriere, and a sweatshirt of the same color and structure.

The only bit of color was the frilly pink apron that she wore, and her hair was gathered in a simple ponytail. Still, considering she thought Bill as her only audience, her lack of preparation was acceptable.

The less she tried to show-off for her husband, the happier I was.

I sneaked towards her until I was behind her, and waited until she wasn't holding anything sharp or steaming, then cupped her bottom rather hungrily.

"I told you not to touch me-" she spat in a palpable aura of anger as she turned, her hand finding my shoulder to violently push me away before she could even complete the turn.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Unprepared for the sudden move, she failed to resist, and found herself in my embrace, her words cut short as her eyes grew wide in shock.

I didn't give her a chance to gather her wits, and caught her lips in a heated kiss, preventing her from saying anything.

My training must have been effective enough, because her lips joined the dance, following my lead, before she the shock on her eyes could drain, her movements getting smoother with every tick of the clock.

It took a while for her to process the fact that we were kissing in her kitchen, while her husband was just a corridor away, and panic empowered her just enough to push me away. Not hard enough that I couldn't resist, but I let her succeed, not willing to miss the amusement value of the scene.

"Draco," she whispered furiously. "What are you doing here!"

She kept her position while saying that, a tactical mistake on her part. I closed in slightly, and put my arms on the counter, on both sides of her, cutting off her escape route.

"I decided to make a surprise visit to my favorite blonde," I said, then pouted comically. "Aren't you glad?"

"You can't be here," she murmured. "My hu- William is just a room away," she added, a guilty expression appearing on her face as she almost referred to the man with a title he didn't deserve.

"So, you're not happy to see me?" I asked. She immediately froze when I put her to the spot.

"No, I'm not," she managed to murmur after a visible struggle, her attempt to lie too poor to actually anyone, especially me.

"Really," I said, letting my smirk widen to clue her about her rather poor acting. "You don't seem really convinced.

How about we check with a neutral party?" She looked at me questioningly, while I used that opportunity to slide my arm around her waist.

"Your body, of course," I said, bringing my other hand towards her face, my fingers over her lips, tracing softly. A trembling gasp escaped her mouth.

My fingers slipped down, caressing her neck on the way until pausing on her chest, while my lips replaced the position previously held by my fingers, leaving a soft, fleeting kiss.

Her heart started thumping furiously under my fingertips. "It doesn't feel like you're dissatisfied. So, do you want to try answering that question again?"

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