Decadence
Challenge Eleven: Amortentia and Chocolate
Title: Decadence
Author: seaislewitch
Main wizard: Draco Malfoy
Other Characters: Pansy Parkinson Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R - Sexually suggestive content
Genre: Romance
Word count: 1500
Summary: Malfoy Manor is monumental and unwelcoming, yet love and passion warm the halls, igniting the fires within.
An impressive carriage, pulled by two Granians, swooped down to Earth in the February sunset. A laughing wizard jumped out before they had landed, but managed to plant his feet firmly on the gravel courtyard. The nervous witch nestled inside breathed a sigh of relief. When the carriage came to a complete stop, he opened the door and held out his hand. Smiling, she reached for him, but he took her by the waist, lifting her over his shoulder.
"Draco!" she squealed, giggling.
High on champagne, Draco wobbled up the granite steps of Malfoy Manor, amid several anxious house-elves worried about the safety of their new mistress. Even slightly inebriated, he would never let anything happen to Pansy, and he carefully set her down just inside the doorway.
"Be gone! All of you," Draco roared to the elves. He whipped off his fur-trimmed cape, and a creature caught it as they all scurried away.
Draco unfastened the bejewelled clasp at her neck and eased her warm, fur cloak from her bare shoulders. His fingers trailed along Pansy's collarbone, making her shiver. Smirking, he tossed her cloak onto the entry table and watched Pansy twirl in the centre of the great hall. Her flowing gown was a cloud of pale pink silk.
"I've never been happier!" Pansy announced.
"Our night is just beginning. There's champagne waiting in the salon," Draco said, catching her by the waist. He escorted Pansy into the opulent room and to a fireside chaise lounge. She noticed a nearby table, which held the champagne and other necessities.
"It's lovely to be at home with my husband after today's excitement," Pansy said blissfully, arranging her gown on the chaise.
"It's good to finally be alone."
Their eyes met; Pansy imagined the sensual pleasures they would share tonight.
"Shall we have our drink first?" she asked, running her tongue along her upper lip.
"W-We should," he agreed, distracted by her pink tongue, "to begin our evening properly. I searched for months to find this rare vintage."
Draco opened the bottle expertly and poured the wine. "Only the best for my wife," he said, placing a monogrammed flute in Pansy's hand. He sat at the foot of the chaise, blatantly admiring her beauty.
"Mmmm... It is indeed the best champagne I've ever had," she remarked, knowing Draco was waiting for confirmation. He flashed his proud smile -- one of her favourites -- and they savoured the sparkling wine, basking in the afterglow of their decadent wedding reception.
When Pansy set her flute down, Draco moved closer, caressing her cheek and kissing her sublimely. Her heightened senses registered every nuance of his attentions, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Just as she became intoxicated by his champagne kisses, he drew back and issued a playful challenge.
"Let's see if my Pansy can find her way to the music chamber." He winked and dashed away.
He's set up a bit of preliminary amusement! I'll give him a moment to prepare, she mused, picking up a small phial of Contraceptive Potion from the table. He thought this through! The mint potion tasted wretched, so she cast a quick Mouth Cleansing Charm and drank the last of the decadent champagne.
~ * ~
Pansy followed the ancient melody filling the great hall and easily found Draco in the crimson and cream room. He knelt on one knee next to the enchanted harp.
The dance of lovers began when Pansy placed her hand in his. He kissed the inside of her wrist and then rose, smoothly guiding her through the sensual forms of the dance. When the music ended, he was holding her by the waist in a lift. Draco purposefully slid her down his torso and firmly pressed her against his desire. They clung to each other, cherishing their closeness despite everyone and everything that had tried to rip them apart over the past five years.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, he whispered, "I'm going to make love to you like never before." His hot breath made her tremble in anticipation.
Smirking, he strolled casually out of the chamber.
~ * ~
Surprised that he had left her again, Pansy counted to ten and then sashayed into the great hall. Draco's embroidered frock coat was tossed unceremoniously over a statue of a prominent Malfoy just ahead. Beyond that, a Hebridean Black-hide shoe pointed to a long corridor; the other shoe was found halfway to the end. His formal shirt and accoutrement hung across rare Erumpent horns near the entrance to the winter garden.
Mmmm... she thought pleasantly. My bare-chested husband awaits.
Taking a deep breath, she swung open the door and floated into a sea of purple and pink potted pansies. For me!
Delighted by Draco's thoughtfulness, she sneaked behind him as he looked out over the snow-covered landscape. The skin on his back was warm and smooth as Pansy placed kisses along his spine. Wrapping her arms around his trim waist, she released his trousers, sliding them over his hips. She snaked her hands inside his silk pants and caressed his manhood, evoking appreciative groans.
Resting her cheek against his shoulder blade, Pansy whispered what she felt in her heart. "Because of you, my love, I am truly blissful."
Draco turned around, holding a sugared pansy on a small silver tray. "Two sweet pansies," he whispered. She stroked him sensuously as he fed her the flower -- petal by petal.
"Pansy," he said raggedly, reluctantly stilling her hands, "your next clue arrives."
~ * ~
Moments later, a silver cupid flew into the room, singing a familiar tune but with new words.
- You've always been my Valentine,
Now, Pansy, you're truly mine.
Your cupid will show you the way.
Come to bed on our wedding day.
Just ahead, she saw Draco on the stairs, which prompted her to step out of her wedding shoes and dash after him, holding up her skirts.
He saw her coming and tried to run but started to laugh instead. "You can't catch me, Pansy!"
"Oh, yes I can!" she replied, remembering the charming games they played at Hogwarts.
Giggling, Pansy caught up to him on the stairway, where Draco had slumped on a step in hysterics. Pulling up her voluminous gown, she straddled his hips and tickled him mercilessly.
"Enough! Pansy!" he said, catching his breath when she paused. "Upstairs. Now."
He led her to the first landing, where the Malfoy coat of arms dominated the head of the stairway.
"Protect the purity of love," Draco told her, "is the Malfoy motto. Now that you are my wife, I am bound to care for you and love you always, which is...my pleasure."
While Pansy viewed the tapestry, Draco sprinted up the second flight of stairs.
~ * ~
I shall find him, and when I do...
Pansy slinked along the candlelit corridor on the next floor. She peered into a bedchamber with the door ajar, but Draco was not there. Hmmm...
Suddenly, Pansy found herself pressed against the wall with her arms charmed over her head and her gown pulled down. Draco frantically unlaced the top two satin ribbons of her corset and then swirled his lovely tongue on her breasts, making her feel exquisite. His tongue then probed her mouth, kissing her into a frenzy, while his hands rubbed her hips, bum and thighs. Panting, she arched her body against him, her fair skin flush with desire.
And then he was gone.
~ * ~
Catching a glimpse of him darting away, Pansy saw Draco release his spell. She straightened her corset and slithered silently after him, pausing to listen before turning the next corner.
There were winsome voices...
Daring to look, she was stunned by the vision before her. The passageway was entirely made of pink roses -- her favourite -- and dozens of floating candles were strung together with sparkling crystal beads. Tiny fairies serenaded her with a love song as she strolled down the heavenly path.
Draco stood at the end, his masculine shadow illuminated from behind. As Pansy drew closer, he slipped inside the bedchamber.
Rushing inside, she jumped on top of the bed, towering over him. Draco was relaxed, casually reclining against the pillows as if he had been waiting there all day.
Now it's my turn to drive you wild... Pansy thought.
Gazing into his eyes, she delicately untied the remaining satin ribbons of her corset, her hands lingering on the bottom bow. She smirked and waited, knowing he wanted to see more.
"Untie it," he said huskily, right on cue.
"As you wish." The ribbon was pulled and the corset fell, revealing her full breasts and taut stomach and leaving her in tiny knickers.
"Come to me."
Pansy walked across the bed, hips swaying. She held onto the headboard while Draco peeled her last garment off. Caressing her thighs, his hand slid upward...
~ The End ~
Author's Notes: This story is a sequel to Flowers Aren't Enough, my other Challenge Eleven submission. This can also be seen as the ultimate ending to my trilogy. ;)
Thank you, redvelvetcanopy, for your helpful insights when I became stuck. *g* You are very much appreciated, my friend.