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One Final Dance

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco and Y/N were in a secret relationship until Draco ended things, he blames it on being married and having a child, but Y/N is not willing to let this go without an explanation.

♡ Warning(s): Pure smut, kinda angsty lol, cheating

She knew she shouldn't have gone. She knew her heart would tear until there was nothing but fragments left in its place. She knew that when she arrived at the dinner that she'd leave with wet cheeks and swollen eyes.

She knew, and yet she still went.

She went with a date if you'd call it that— no, she went with her friend. He was respected among the purebloods, she on the other hand was not as highly regarded.

But a pureblooded male, walking in with her, a muggle-born, didn't seem to concern anyone too much. And although the war ended four years ago, the status of blood still mattered dearly to those with a pureblood status.

The grand hall was full of sparkling chandeliers, decorated in the most expensive art. She had only a taste of such costly items when she was around him.

But she hadn't been around him for over a month now, so she had gotten used to inexpensive things, cheaper items that didn't force her mouth to drop open when she checked the receipt.

No, she had gotten used to it, but she didn't like it— not one bit.

It cost her a fortune, the dress she wore. Way above her price range, it wasn't her, the dress, the expensive items. But she purchased it anyway because she knew he would be here.

In her mind, she thought that if she showed him that she could perhaps be a little bit like his wife, it would sway his mind. Change his decision that he had made a month ago, she could only hope.

This was her last effort before she gave up completely.

She wasn't an attention seeker, she only sought attention from him. It was a mutual thing, both of them— the love they shared was mutual, undying and unwavering.

So how he ended things with her twenty-eight days ago, confused her, to say the least.

Sure, they were a secret, their love was a secret, everything they did was a secret. But if what he said were true, if the promises he made held any sort of substance, why did he leave her that night?

Maybe she was too full-on, too clingy, a bit too needy. She didn't know, as he left her with no explanation.

"You forget I'm married, you forget I have a child, you think I can drop everything for you, for us?"

His words played in her mind like an old record, scratched precisely so it would loop continuously. He wasn't angry with her, no, more disappointed. But she didn't know why. He had told her things that made her believe he would leave his wife, yet, nothing comes of it.

"You have me, I'm all yours, every inch of me is yours, why can't you believe that?"

That must've been a lie, because if what he said were true, why wasn't he here, next to her, holding her waist? Instead, her friend took his place, mimicking what could've been them.

She greeted a few familiar faces, nodded at some onlookers. Her friend did most of the socialising, the conversing came from him. She hung off his arm like a bag, she was just there.

And still, now, she didn't know why she came. What would she do when she saw him, with her? Would she confront him, for all the lies he fed her, or would she ignore him to piss him off?

She didn't know, but he already had the upper hand, it wasn't neutral grounds they were on. This was his family home, his manor, the place he raised his son, the house that was also home to his wife.

This was definitely not neutral grounds, and she feared nothing more than to cave in to him, into his words and touch.

"Do you want a drink?" Her friend asked from beside her, his eyes flicking onto hers in hope to see if it provided any answers for her long silence.

She lifted her head, and then scanned the room. He wasn't here yet, or from what she could see.

"Yes," she nodded, unlatching her arm for him to collect drinks.

Her palms became clammy as she stood by herself, shifting uncomfortably onto each foot every now and then. She cursed to herself, internally slapping herself, she knew she shouldn't have come.

She passed through many people, excusing herself out of the way, being polite as she was raised to be.

She found herself leaning against a pillar, she had fixed her dress multiple times, even though she didn't need to. She just needed something to do, something to distract her while she waited for her friend.

"Why did you come?"

She didn't need to look beside her to know it was him. His presence was enough, the scent on him already overpowering her nostrils.

She didn't dare look up, she wondered that if she did, would she want to slap him or embrace him, maybe even kiss him. As she was so undecided, she kept her eyes in front of her.

"Look at me."

Typical Draco, always needing to be in control, he most definitely had the upper hand and he knew that. But she also could match what he gave her, she could match his dominance with ease.

Unfortunately, that side of her had yet to make an appearance. Because she tore her eyes away from the crowd and glanced up at him.

Her breath caught in her throat, she could hear her heartbeat thumping against her chest wall. She swallowed spit to lubricate her now dry throat.

He looked the same, not much would've changed over a month. But he looked the same, perfect. Not a hair out of place, not a speck of dust on his fitted black suit. He was powerful, she knew that, and so did he.

"Why did you come Y/N?" There was a slight crack in his words, almost as if he didn't want to say the sentence. But he remained calm and collected, his expression blank.

This wasn't new for her, he always acted like this when he saw her in public. She was the year below him in Hogwarts, not even in the same house, so he had no reason to even speak with her.

But mutual friends led them to speak, but by that time he was already married and his child was on the way.

She had lost before she even knew she was in the race.

"I— I'm here with a friend," her words unconvincing, he could see straight through her.

He knew she was lying about her reason for coming, but she noticed his lip twitch, the way his eyebrows furrowed just for a moment and then went back to normal.

"Who's your friend," he replied in a bored tone, liar.

"You don't know him," she gave herself a hi-five and smiled inside her mind. She was pissing him off and had barely spoken a full sentence to him.

His mouth opened, she waited for him to say something provocative, something to make her show that their mutual love was still there. But instead, he nodded, closing his mouth.

"It was nice seeing you my dar-" he paused, and then cleared his throat, "Y/N."

There it was, that's what she had been waiting for. The signal that he was still hers and she was still his. He slipped up, then again, he always slipped up when it came to her.

The dominant, challenging side of her rushed through her body, the sense of power now filling her veins. She wanted to push him because he left with no proper reason, he broke her heart and didn't seem fazed by it.

"You too, Malfoy."

He had already stepped away from her, only a few feet. But he heard her loud and clear. His body didn't turn fully, still in the process of walking.

"Don't," he whispered, finally walking away from her.

And on cue, her friend had arrived with the drinks. Two flutes of champagne within his fingertips. He raised an eyebrow and she nodded, he was aware of the situation and happily obliged to join her tonight.

"He's an ass," Y/N spat, taking the glass a little too quickly as the champagne almost toppled over the rim of the glass.

"He's a Malfoy, what did you expect," her friend laughed, swinging back half of the drink at once.

"You're right," she gritted, clutching the glass too hard.

"It's us, just us, my darling, do you feel that?" He whispered, pushing inside of her slowly. "Do you feel everything I'm giving you?"

She began to ponder on whether he meant what he said during their more intimate moments. She didn't know if he and Astoria still had sex, and she assumed that by the way Draco couldn't keep his hands off her when he saw her.

Maybe they didn't have sex anymore, Astoria had one child and she was pregnant before they got together. That was over a year ago now, usually, purebloods would have more than one child.

Then again, they were young and still had their lives ahead of them. She hated that it wasn't her, Draco had once shared the same opinion. But Y/N didn't despise nor dislike Astoria, it wasn't her fault.

It was Draco's, he was a coward and even if he didn't tell her. It was because she was muggle-born. If Draco didn't love Astoria, and their marriage was lifeless, so he said. Then it wouldn't be hard to leave her, so there was something else.

She scoffed thinking about his superiority issues, he didn't want to look bad, shame his family anymore. So he put that, over their love.

"Shall we dance?" Her friend asked, his champagne finished along with Y/N's.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said playfully, taking the hand he held out into hers.

He guided her to the centre of the ballroom. Unfortunately, she had to walk past Draco and his wife.

But she plucked up the courage to ignore them. She could feel his eyes on her, burning against her back which had been left open by the dress she wore.

"He's pissed," he whispered to her, almost laughing at Draco's misery.

"Let him be," Y/N shrugged, but there was a pang in her chest, she hated seeing Draco mad. Not because she was scared, no, because she cared for him.

There had been numerous nights where he would come to her crying, they wouldn't have sex that night, but instead, she would comfort him, he allowed himself to be vulnerable around her.

"How should we do this?" A smirk played on his lips as he wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest.

"What do you mean?" She frowned, entwining her hand with his.

"Shall we give him a show, or would you rather play it sa-"

"Let's give him a show," she said abruptly, holding his hand tighter.

And that's what they did, they put a show on, in the middle of the dance floor. He twirled her around, put his hand on his lower back as she was pushed flush against his abdomen.

Anyone who didn't know the situation, which no one did apart from three people in the room, would assume the pair were dating, the way they looked at each other, held onto each other. You'd think they were happily in love.

But it was all a facade, a show to rile Draco up, something to make him mad about. The outcome, which she had longed for, would be for Draco to snatch her away from her friend, and show everyone who he really belonged to, and who she also belonged to.

However, that would never happen. Though she did find some sort of satisfaction from knowing that he was fuming.

A slower song came on, more intimate, this was how Y/N would capture Draco. He had fallen into her trap and all she needed to do now, was put the nail in the coffin.

So, she held onto her friend, rested her head on his chest as he swayed her around. She could hear his heartbeat, smell the cologne that he wore. It was nice, a pleasant smell, in another life, she would've probably been with him, but not in this one, not when Draco was around.

And that's when she caught his eye, in a train of thoughts about him. It's as if he knew that she was thinking about him.

His grey eyes, piercing into her own as he leaned against the wall. His wife was speaking, not acknowledging where Draco's attention had gone.

He held onto the champagne flute, sipping every now and then, watching her, with his grey eyes.

Then he nodded, flicking his head upwards, motioning towards the stairs. The nail had been pushed deep into the coffin now, and Draco was trapped, just as she wanted him.

He left first, mumbling underneath his breath before leaving. Astoria paid no mind to him, and strolled off towards a group of women, laughing and giggling. She didn't do that with Draco, it was obvious they weren't in love.

Why couldn't anyone see that? Why didn't anyone say anything?

It was easy for Y/N to leave, her friend knowing full well her intentions for why she came here. And even if she hadn't verbally spoken them to him, he knew why she wanted to come here. So he let her go and allowed her to complete the mission how she intended to.

The stairs were steep, black and white marble decorating the stone. Her heels made noises as she walked up the stairs. She placed her hand onto the rail next to her, it wasn't the alcohol that made her jittery, it was being alone, with him, that made her nervous.

She didn't know where she was going, Draco hadn't given her much information. Only a nod, partnered with angry eyes. So she stood at the top of the stairs, the paintings watching her cautiously.

"Come," she heard him say, he was settled against a door frame. His face now heated with anger, she could practically see the fumes coming off his body.

She shakily made her way to the room, when she stepped in Draco slammed the door shut, making her body jump from the sudden noise.

"What the hell are you playing at?" He spat, pulling out his wand and pointed towards the door, muttering underneath his breath.

Now, she had two choices, she could either act dumb and push him further. Or she could give him a piece of her mind, she chose the latter.

"Are you fucking kidding me— what am I playing at?" Her arms folded, matching Draco's intense stare and body posture.

"You come here, uninvited, where my wife and child live— then you bring that fucker downstairs— God knows his name and pull that shit in front of me, so yes, what are you playing at?" His voice was loud, booming off the room walls.

She couldn't back down now, she needed him to know how she felt, how he made her feel. "He was invited actually, I'm his date."

"Bullshit."

"It's not."

"You'd never do that to me, ever, so don't lie," his voice had softened, the vulnerability was coming through. He noticed and changed his stance, straightening his posture and resumed the powerful position he held previously.

"So I can't date anyone now? Last time I checked you were happily married Malfoy," She fired back at him, he had some nerve.

"Stop calling me that," he replied, ignoring the first part of her sentence, he always did that, avoided the subject. Sometimes he'd engage in the conversation when she brought it up, other times he did this, brush it off.

"Why? We're not together, we're not friends, I have no reason to call you by your first name, Malfoy," she took a deep breath when she saw him flinch at her words.

"Stop."

"Because the truth hurts? You left me a month ago, no word from you since. You told me lies, promised me things you couldn't deliver, but now it hurts when I call you by your last name," she scoffed, she wanted to leave, he clearly wasn't following up on what he said so there was no point her staying.

"Just fucking stop, you're being ridiculous, you know how I feel about you— and the situation I'm in," he breathed, closing his eyes. His fists were balled by his side as he spoke, he was refraining himself.

"I don't, because you ended it, without a proper reason," she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She forced them away, taking a few deep inhales before letting them out.

"Do you know how hard it was? For me to leave you? For me to walk away and pretend you don't exist, and then to see you with him, in my house, knowing I can't do anything about it, do you know how hard that is?"

"Enlighten me, because it didn't seem that hard."

"Fuck you Y/N, you can act like you don't know, pretend you don't care but I know you," he said taking a step forward, he was close to her now, she could feel his warmth near her.

"I know who you are, better than yourself, don't speak to me as if you're stupid. You knew it had to end, how long did you think we could keep this up?" His voice was a whisper, soothing and calming.

"It's not fair," she choked, Draco let out a sigh, relieved that she had finally dropped the act that had put on when she first walked in.

"I love you, more than myself, believe me, please," his hand reached out, cupping her cheek and dragging his thumb down her face.

"But it's not enough, is it?"

Draco paused for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth, he was thinking deeply. But then he shattered her heart, shaking his head and bowing his head down.

"You said you'd leave her, you said we'd be together Draco— what changed?"

"I-"

"Fucking coward," she gritted, pushing him away from her. He took the blows she gave him, allowing her to do that. She continued hitting his chest, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Enough," he yelled, grabbing both of her wrists and pulling her closer to him. She was closer than before, if she tilted her head up then their faces could've been touching, but she kept her head down.

"Please," a beg, something that was rare for Draco. It wasn't a 'please stop', it was a 'please look at me'.

So she did.

Her eyes found his, they matched hers, glassy, tears on the rim of his eye-line. He made the first move, capturing his lips with hers. It was a fast-paced kiss, tongues automatically entering the others mouth.

They were in a rush, but it was also because they were desperate. Desperate to taste each other again, and to feel the others warmth against their skin.

He let go of her wrists, cupping her face instead as he deepened the kiss. His nose nudged against hers as they became more passionate, they sucked the soul out of the other, pulled their breaths from each other, and that's how they liked it.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing up against his body. Her chest was squashed against his, and she didn't wear a bra tonight, so Draco could feel everything.

Draco pulled away, "I needed you so bad, so fucking bad," he groaned, feeling her reach between them and palm his erection.

"You knew where I was," she licked her lips, still tasting the saliva from him.

"I know— I'm sorry," he whispered before leaning down and kissing her again. This time it was faster, his hands left her face and reached the back of her thighs.

He lifted her, carrying her over to the desk that sat in his office. She shoved the papers, ink and quills off the desk, not caring about the cleanup.

Draco was fast, precise with his movements. His skilled lips moved against her with ease as he pulled the straps of her dress down. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and once her breasts were freed from the tight material he gave them attention.

His mouth moved from hers and he trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. Her skin scorching with each kiss he left.

His lips latched around one of her nipples as he massaged the other breast. He swirled his tongue, sucking on it, once he was satisfied he moved to the other one, showing them both equal attention.

"Oh, please, I need to feel you," she moaned, her hands were on either side of her. Her head tilted back as he pleasured her breasts.

"You're perfect, everything about you is," she could feel his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. He kissed each breast once more before standing up.

"You're not ready yet," he whispered, palming himself as he watched her. She was a sight for sore eyes in his mind, absolutely perfect, and even if he couldn't commit to her properly, he wouldn't have anyone else seeing her like this.

"I am, please."

Draco bunched up her dress, it sat on her mid-waist. Her thong was black, lace material, he loved those on her.

His fingers trailed her bare thighs, squeezing the plush flesh beneath his fingertips. Then, he fell on his knees, in front of her. She widened her legs, placing them on each of his shoulders.

"Draco."

"There it is," he smiled warmly at her and pressed kisses on her inner thighs.

He didn't remove her underwear yet but still placed his mouth over her clothed clit, sucking it through the material. There was friction between them, it only added to the pleasure he made her feel.

"I don't want to hear Malfoy, you'll call me what you're supposed to call me," he said roughly, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her thong.

He dragged the thong down, past her thighs and left it hanging on one ankle. She felt somewhat offended by this, but of course, they had to be quick.

"Draco-"

She was cut off by him sucking her clit, he wasted no time when he prodded his finger at her entrance, teasing her by circling it. She heard the sounds of his tongue and her wetness in the room, music to her ears.

Draco was groaning while licking her cunt, he loved to do this, and would spend hours doing it when he had time. He would switch tempos, from fast licks on her clit, to slow stripes up her slit.

A single finger pushed into her, she clenched around him, it had been a month and she felt that she could combust at any moment.

His tongue matched the same movements as his fingers, they worked together in unison. Giving her everything she wanted. He stretched her further, this time adding two more fingers.

He was impatient, he never did this unless he was desperate, and he was.

She could feel her legs twitching, her breathing became fast, coming out like pants. She squealed when his fingers curved inside of her, brushing against her g spot effortlessly.

"Cum for me, please, I need to taste you, need it...so bad," he trailed, his fingers removed and found her clit. His tongue now went inside of her, licking her leisurely.

But his fingers moved quickly against her clit. And before she knew it, her whole body froze, tensed against the table. She came with a loud moan, then followed it by his name.

He kissed her clit and stood up quickly, he found her lips and allowed her to taste herself on his tongue and lips.

His moans were swallowed by her, he kissed her with so much passion, he was telling her that he loved her, showing her how he felt about her. He worshipped her body like a temple, but it was never enough.

Love and sex was no comparison when it came down to blood purity and status.

She heard his belt buckle clink against the floor. His arm wrapped around her waist to tilt her and pull her closer to him.

She gasped feeling his tip nudge her clit, this part was her favourite. The feeling when he first slipped inside of her was unlike any other. He loved watching her face when he first entered her, she looked like an angel, his angel.

"Fuck," Draco grunted, pushing inside of her slowly. He bottomed out and then repeated the action, giving her time to stretch around him.

"Oh,"

He was close already, she could tell by the way his thumb had already found her clit. His other hand grabbed her throat, he used it to guide her mouth towards his again.

But he didn't kiss her, he just let his breath fan across her face. Both of them watched the other as he picked up his pace. He thrusted harder, faster with every ounce of energy he had in his body.

She leaned her forehead against his, watching him through her eyelashes. She could feel the sweat on his forehead against her own, the mint breath mixed with alcohol, warm against her mouth.

"You take me so well, always taking me so well," he said almost inaudible, his thrusts never faltered, his thumb never quit pleasuring her clit.

"Draco," she hummed, his hand flexed against her throat, holding it tighter than before. He cut off her airways, she couldn't take any oxygen in, she was forced to take what he gave her, the quick breaths that were against her lips.

Y/N wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into the back of him, she was close again. The overstimulation brought her to the edge. His thumb quickened, applying pressure onto her sensitive clit.

"I love you," he groaned, this time he actually kissed her, with everything he had.

That's what pushed them both over the edge, his words and her clenching around him. They came at the same time, both of them letting out groans simultaneously.

It took them a moment before they regained their normal breathing. There was an awkward silence after, she was scared to say anything further, she didn't want to push him anymore.

She knew how he felt now, but it wasn't enough.

They got dressed in silence, there was no need for her to fix her hair, she'd be leaving after this.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?" She couldn't speak, tears would've fallen from her eyes and she didn't want him to see her like this. A part of her knew this would be the last time, but she couldn't come to terms with it.

Draco had removed the silencing charm, she could hear the music from downstairs. Another slow song, another song that she craved to dance with him too.

"Dance with me," he lightly smiled.

She obliged, walking shakily over to him. This is how it felt, their bodies slotted perfectly against the other. He held her too close to him, but she loved it, feeling his warmth and protection.

But it was never enough.

"I love you Draco," a tear slipped from her eye as she leaned her head against his chest.

"I love you, I'm sorry," he kissed the top of her head, still swaying them both to the music.

"She's sick, I can't leave her now," Draco finally spoke, there was the answer that she wanted. The truth about why he left that night, this truth, partnered with all the other problems them being together brought, it finally made sense.

Y/N nodded, leaning back, the song came to an end, and so did their dance. Draco had wet tear stains on his cheek, and so did she.

"Maybe in another life."

"I'll come for you, don't give up on me," Draco rushed, hating the words she had just told him.

"I understand now, take care of yourself," she managed to choke out, she wiped her eyes and let out a breathy laugh.

"Don't give up on me," he repeated, this time it was under his breath. He watched as she exited the room, giving him one final look, their eyes met, both of them silently screaming for the other to stay.

But it wasn't enough, it was never going to be enough.

Y/N left him alone in the room as he did a month ago. She knew he wouldn't come back, not this time, because she finally accepted the truth.

And before she left she was grateful to have one final dance with him.

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