Special Delivery for ldymusyc Title: No Greater Shame Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:ldymusyc Pairing(s): Draco/Astoria Rating: NC-17 Summary There could be no greater shame in the life of a man than to reach the age of nearly-nineteen with his virginity intact. Word Count: ~2k Warnings/Content: Astoria is under the age of 18, dub con (for a moment), slight bondage and some awkward positioning Disclaimer: JKR owns everything you see here. Author's/Artist's notes: Thanks are due to the lovely R for the beta and the awesome L for the nudge past the "omg, the smut isn't happening!" hump.
There could be no greater shame in the life of a man than to reach the age of nearly-nineteen with his virginity intact. It was humiliating, even more so because Draco Malfoy knew each of his year-mates--as well as most of the boys in the year (or two) below them--had been sexually active for years. And because that in itself wasn't awful enough, his final Leaving Feast was scheduled for the following week and... how did one go out into the world, a man in age, in the eyes of the wizarding world, but not... well. Not in his pants?
Seriously.
And it wasn't as if Draco could talk to any of his family or friends about the problem. He shuddered just contemplating such conversations--and the ensuing gossip.
Once again, Draco was faced with a nearly insurmountable task that he and he alone must accomplish. He had one week to find someone of appropriate family and background--not one of the girls from his year, though; the thought of any of them was enough to make his prick shrivel and his bollocks hide inside his body--and then fuck her so long and well that she'd tell all her friends how incredible he was.
Plan made, Draco set out to complete it.
Five days later, Draco had passed through desperation and into madness. He had a bare forty-eight hours left in his school career. And considering he'd had a whole extra year of schooling thanks to that bloody damned war, he couldn't help but feel a total failure at life. His plans had fallen apart completely when he'd looked around and noticed that nearly all girls of appropriate age and family were either utterly frightening of face or personality. The one girl he'd thought would do--oh, how well she'd do--was Daphne's younger sister, and if he had one off with her, Daphne would cast such a hex on him that he'd never have to worry about finding anyone else to have sex with.
Astoria Greengrass.
He watched her laughing with her friends across the Common Room, longing filling him as he noticed how she stood out, her beauty nearly as vibrant as his own and her purity of blood agreeable to even the most discriminating. She was perfect, but completely untouchable.
Or had been, until his latest brainstorm. There was a way... a devious, underhanded, completely wrong way to ensure her presence in his bed with no ill-effects for him. A way so completely Slytherin that it amazed him he hadn't thought of it years ago. There had to be a reason Hogwarts taught its students about the Unforgiveable curses, right?
There was no way his new plan could fail.
The hall was pitch black--Draco had held on to a pinch of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder for just such an occasion--when Astoria stepped into it. Finding her in the dark was no difficulty as he'd planned in advance and brought along his Hand of Glory. Locating her quickly with its light, he pointed his wand at her and whispered, "Imperius!"
He didn't clear the air in the hallway, just in case, but went to Astoria and took her by the hand, leading her out of the cloud of darkness. When he could walk without benefit of the Hand, he turned to her, looked deeply into her eyes and put a heavy dose of command in his voice when he said, "You will follow me to a room down the hall and have sex with me."
She blinked at him, obviously dazed by the force of the Imperius.
Draco frowned. He didn't think she should have to say anything, but an acknowledgement of some sort would be nice. Shrugging, he tugged her further along the corridor and entered a room he'd previously arranged into a perfect, private retreat for a couple bent on amorous pursuits. Their feet sank into deep carpeting as soon as they crossed the threshold, and Draco's eyes were drawn to the four-poster placed at a romantic angle from the crackling fireplace. There was a bottle of elf-made wine and a tray of fruits and cheeses on the table beside the bed in case they found themselves as famished post-coitus as Draco had been led to believe they would be.
He smiled at his handiwork, satisfied with a job well done. He turned to see Astoria's reaction, only to frown when he realised she was looking at him for further directions instead of taking in the ambience of the room on which he'd worked so hard.
"Go to the bed," he said, shaking his head.
The corners of her lips tipped up--had he overdone the Imperius?--and she walked slowly toward the bed, her hips twitching enticingly under her robes. Suddenly, the full impact of what was about to happen hit Draco, and he felt his knees shiver in anticipation. He was about to have his first shag, right here, in this room, with the most gorgeous girl in school.
And gorgeous she was. His gaze raked her body, taking in the pale hair, bright eyes, and plump lips. He swallowed roughly as he considered ordering her to suck him and then decided against it when just the thought of her lips wrapped around him made spots dance in front of his eyes.
Later. He'd leave that for later.
Loosening his school tie, he walked over to her and tipped her chin up, leaning down to brush her lips with his.
Just because she was under Imperius didn't mean he didn't want to make this as perfect for her as he knew it would be for him.
As he kissed her, he felt her hands press against his chest, then wind up and around his shoulders before curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn't stop a noise of approval from escaping him at her enthusiasm. He felt her lips moving under his and then felt her moan, "Draco," into his mouth just before her nails scraped against his scalp. He pulled back to murmur soothing sounds into her ear, only to see her grinning up at him.
Confused, he could only stand there as she hooked one leg around his and flipped him over onto the bed. He was so stunned that she had him disarmed, immobilized, and one foot tied to the bottom of the bed--with his own school tie!--before he could summon the words to protest. Apparently she didn't believe in slow seduction, because another flick of her wand sent their clothing over to fold itself neatly in a pile on the floor.
She looked down at him, her hazel eyes sparking with humour. "When you use an Unforgiveable, you can't whisper. You have to mean it. Put some power in your voice. Like this," she said, pointing her wand at him. He had a moment to be horrified just before she incanted, "Imperius!" and he felt his mind float away on a wave of pure bliss.
"Bring me off with your mouth," she said, giving him back control of his body, and moved over him until all he could see was the long line of her torso.
Nodding dreamily, Draco opened his mouth and lifted his head from the pillow to seal his lips around her cunt. Slowly, languorously, he circled the tip of his tongue around the hard nub of her clit. In some corner of his mind, he found the strength of will to be thankful for the hours he'd spent in the library studying female erogenous zones. Her moans became more frequent and higher in pitch until suddenly she pulled away. He fought to follow her, bound to her command to please her unto release, but she quieted him with her mouth over his.
She slid down his body, stopping to explore the ridge of scar tissue on his chest with the tip of her tongue before she ground her pelvis against his. The shock of pleasure that coursed through him from that minute contact brought his mind back with a jolt, breaking her hold on him. He groaned, loudly, and took hold of her hips in a grip so strong he was afraid he'd leave bruises to mar her skin.
Her low purr relieved his mind just before she stole it again by wrapping her hand around his cock in a firm grip. Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breath caught in his chest as she angled him up and teased herself with the tip of his cock.
"Are you with me?" she asked, her voice husky with pleasure. He hissed, nodding his head frantically and trying to force her onto him. She laughed lightly and wriggled her hips, dipping down to take the barest inch of him into her before lifting off again. Scrambling backward, she knelt at the foot of the bed, her back to the same poster that she'd tied his foot to. She reached behind her head and slid her hands up the length of the wood before sliding her circled hands up and down in a gesture so obscene his cock twitched against his belly.
The slow curve of her lips was enough to push him over the edge. Draco was on her in seconds, pressing her bodily into the poster as he bit at her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth to capture her moans. His leg was curved at an awkward angle, the blood flow to his foot cut off by his school tie, and he couldn't care less. He lifted her until his cock slid between her thighs and then pushed upward while pulling her onto him. He felt her tense around him at the near-violence of his entry and started to pull back to apologise when she released the poster from her grip and caught a handful of his hair in her hand.
"Harder," she ordered, bucking her hips against him.
Groaning, Draco complied. He thrust as hard as he could from his awkward position, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, gritting his teeth against the need to come. But it was too much. The feel of her around him was too good, too tight, too perfect. Whispering a muffled apology against her throat, he pulled her tight against him and came, his release forced from him in long pulses that seemed ripped from his gut.
When the last ripple of his orgasm was gone, Draco slumped backward, feeling wrung out and wasted. Astoria climbed off of him and the light flutter of fingers at his ankle let him know he was being released. Too exhausted to move, he could only track her with his eyes as she walked around the bed and scooped up the pillows from it before tossing them lightly to the ground at the foot of the bed. He frowned then, pushing up onto his elbows.
"What are you--" His breath left him in a rush when she grabbed him under each knee and yanked him bodily to the end of the bed, the satin sheets he'd worked so hard to transfigure aiding her in her quest.
She looked down at him, surprised, before dropping elegantly to her knees on the pillows. "You didn't think we were done, did you? Only I haven't come yet, and now that you've got that out of your system, you can relax and... well. Do better."
He had a moment to feel the slightest bit put out, but when she leaned forward and took his half-hard length into her mouth, Draco knew... He was in love.