Title: Seduction
Author: wildecate
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer. Not mine. Not none of it.
Notes: Set post S7 BTVS. For the record BTVS and HP casts are same age.
Dedication: To Chris. Because he's worth it.

Buffy played idly with her glass. It was her third glass of fire whiskey but, as far as she could tell, it wasn’t having any effect on her yet. She was in a pub somewhere in the depths of London, somewhere Willow had shown her. It was called the Leaky Cauldron and had become Willow’s local while she was in London.

Willow was now happily ensconced at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as their DADA professor, receiving some extra tutoring on the side. After she had wowed the magical world with her activation spell, the school’s headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, offered her the position. Willow had leapt at the chance, especially after Kennedy had forced her to go, telling her that as a new Slayer Kennedy thought she had some major growing up to do.

Buffy had travelled around for a while before leaving the States completely and leaving the now 19 year old Dawn in Giles’ care. Giles and Dawn settled in Boston, finding a quiet and apparently demon-free neighbourhood. Giles had found a job easily at the local museum and Dawn now a student at the college.

Xander had accompanied Buffy while she travelled around, but when Buffy had decided to come to England, he had joined Giles and Dawn in Boston. He had started up his own building business and to everyone’s surprise, including his own, it was doing very well.

Which left Buffy here, in the pub, with Willow – slowly but surely getting herself drunk. The fire whiskey seared heat down her throat and made her feel alive, the only thing that did now. Her Slayer senses twitched at the back of her mind – someone was watching her.

It was a boy. No, she amended mentally, it was a man, she guessed about twenty-two with startling colourless eyes, white blond hair pulled back from his elegantly sculpted face, a half smile playing around his sensual lips. The wizards robes he wore could not hide the well muscled physique and broad shoulders. Buffy couldn’t help her gaze drifting back to his lips.

Willow was saying something to her but she couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying, still fascinated by the blonde man by the bar.

“Willow” Buffy said, interrupting Willow’s description of some manky old potions Professor she had to work with who had a major problem with her.

“Who’s that?” Buffy gestured as tactfully as she could to the man who had now taken his gaze from her and was now in deep conversation with someone else by the bar, another breathtakingly handsome man, and his complete opposite - dark haired with vivid green eyes.

Willow looked to where Buffy was pointing and couldn’t help the smile which broke across her face which went unnoticed by Buffy.

“The guy with the dark hair is Harry Potter and the other guy is Draco Malfoy. They’re Aurors. I’ve told you about Harry before.”

Buffy searched her memory quickly which held up a card about how he had been the Boy Who Lived and his history but she had no recollection of any mention of Draco Malfoy.

“You didn’t mention the other one.”

“He’s bit of a dark horse, Malfoy, despite appearances. His Dad played for the wrong side during the Dark Years. Draco did as well for a while. Then, for some reason, had a complete change of heart. Not sure what caused it. Came to Dumbledore and confessed everything. He worked as a double agent, similar to Professor Snape. Malfoy threw the curse that killed his father.”

Buffy was silent in shock when she heard this, turning astonished eyes on her best friend.

“Trust me. Lucius Malfoy ranked up and above Angelus as far as evil is concerned.” Willow tried to make a comparison that Buffy would understand and empathise with so she could understand Draco a little better.

“Without Malfoy rallying the Death Eaters and holding people together, Voldemort lost control just long enough for Harry to kill him. Harry was badly injured after the battle and Draco, essentially, saved his life. Carried him out of Voldemort’s lair and got him to safety.”

Buffy allowed her gaze to travel across the bar again, meeting the colourless eyes of Draco Malfoy. He gave her a slow smile, which even from across the room, sent a shiver down her spine and made her toes tingle.

Willow beckoned Harry and Draco over and they settled themselves down at the table. Willow had got to know Harry through her work at Hogwarts and also knew Draco slightly. She made the introductions quickly.

“Buffy Summers, meet Draco Malfoy.”

Draco and Buffy shook hands and Buffy couldn’t help the low gasp that escaped her as he slid his fingers over hers sensually and brushed the skin on her palm with his cool lips.

Willow ordered another round of drinks and she and Harry began talking avidly, discussing her position at Hogwarts and swapping stories of people they knew. Buffy couldn’t focus on what they were saying, she was far too mesmerized by the man who sat opposite her.

“So Buffy, what do you do?” he purred.

“I’m a Slayer” Buffy took refuge in her story “Now, thankfully one of many.”

“You were activated by Willow’s spell?”

“No, I was already a Slayer”. Buffy treated him to a dazzling smile and was pleased to see him shift uncomfortably. She was obviously having the same effect on him that he was having on her.

“Buffy is the original Sunnydale Slayer” Willow said proudly “We’ve stopped the world from ending a lot.”

“You have?” Harry sounded impressed.

“Yup. Died twice as well.” Buffy added wryly “So not really recommended unless you have friends to bring you back.”

She saw Malfoy’s eyes narrow a little at this cryptic comment and then flick to Willow who, understandably, was turning pink. Buffy changed the subject abruptly, saddened that Willow still felt so guilty about that, and began to babble Willow-style about her encounter with Dracula. Harry and Draco listened intently as Buffy and Willow alternately told the story.

Every time Buffy looked up, she found Draco’s eyes upon her. She realised, upon further looking, that his eyes weren’t colourless at all – simply grey, pale grey. She was trying to ignore the hand which was stroking her knee, the thigh which was pressing insistently against hers.

“He bit you?” Harry’s voice shook Buffy out of her reverie and she turned an over bright smile on him. She pulled her hair away from her neck and showed the scar on her neck which had almost faded. Draco’s eyes were on her again, assessing the mark, an eyebrow raised.

“Another drink?” Willow asked, making to go to the bar.

Buffy stood up abruptly, unable to deal with the closeness of Draco Malfoy any longer. Willow and Harry stared at her in confusion.

“I’ve got to go” she said “y’know. Demons to maim, vampires to slay.”

”Must you?” Willow was disappointed “I thought we could grab dinner.”

“I can’t Will, I’ve got a job to do.” Buffy lied to her best friend. There was no real reason for her to go out and slay tonight. She had not found any demon hordes or vampires nests but she simply had to get out of this bar.

“OK. I guess I’ll see you back here then.” Willow and Buffy were both staying at the Leaky Cauldron while they were both in London.

“Sure, good, fine, neat.” Buffy said quickly, untangling herself from Draco and the chair she was sitting on.

“May I accompany you?” Draco asked. Buffy stared at him shocked. “I’ve never seen a Slayer at work.”

“You’ve never seen a Slayer at all, Malfoy.” Harry grinned.

Draco’s question caught Buffy off guard and that, combined with the alcohol she had been consuming, could be the only reason why she agreed.

Buffy and Draco wandered the streets of London in silence, the damp pavements reflecting the neon street lights and signs. They did not speak, did not touch but somehow, Buffy fell into step with him, following him until he stopped at a large house with a black painted door, unnumbered with no sign of a bell, knocker or letterbox. Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at the door.

“Alohomora Familiara” he said quietly.

The door swung open and Draco stepped inside, pulling Buffy with him. The door shut behind her with a soft click, shutting the world out.

They stood facing each other in the dimly lit hallway, the only sound was their breathing, in time with each other. He did not reach for her, but waited patiently until she couldn’t help herself, his beautiful eyes fixed on hers.

Draco had guessed, somehow, that this was something Buffy needed to decide for herself, she had to make the first step. He longed to take her there and now in the hallway, pushing her against the door and making her his. That wasn’t how this was going to work with this girl though and instead he took in her shadowed face, her eyes large in the darkness.

She swayed close to him, and then pulled him to her, lifting her face to his to be kissed. He dipped his blonde head to hers, brushing her lips softly at first before tangling his fingers in her loose blonde curls and kissing her hard, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth.

Buffy slid her hands from his shoulders, feeling the muscled chest beneath her fingers, before pushing the robes from his body, and moving her hands beneath his short. His skin was amazingly smooth and incredibly warm. Her hands roamed freely across his back but became impatient as the material kept getting in her way. He pulled the shirt over his head in one swift motion, baring himself to her touch and eyes.

“Come on Summers – I can think of a more comfortable place to do this.”

He pulled her along a passageway and into a large room. It seemed to be some sort of lounge with a huge freplace. He gestured wth hs wand and a large couch moved from its position against the wall to stand a short distance from the fireplace. He flicked his wand again and a fire sprang up in the empty fireplace, bringing welcome light and warmth to the otherwise creepy room. He turned back to her, a grin on his face.

“This doesn’t seem fair”

He settled himself on the huge couch pulling her on to his lap, a leg falling either side of his, facing him. Now it was his turn to explore her slender body. Without waitng he pulled her top off leavng only the skimpy bra she had been wearing. He moved sensual fingers over her face, down her neck and across her shoulders, sliding the straps off down her arms and, reaching round, unclipping the bra, pulling it free. He moulded each breast with his huge hands, Buffy gasping as his rough skin dragged across her sensitive nipples. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move his fingers across her delicate skin, teasing her nipples until they stood rosy and prouud. He couldn’t help but lean into her, flicking each bud with his tongue, tugging at them gently with his teeth until she squirmed helplessly beneath him, her breath coming in sighs.

He moved his mouth back to hers again as his hands moved lower, dropping to her knees and slowly making their way up her skirt. She stretched her hands out to touch his heated skin but he paused in what he was doing, moving her hands away from him, pushing them down by her sides.

“Keep them there” he said, before bending his blonde head back to her breasts. His fingers resumed their course up the inside of her thighs until they brushed the delicate lace of her underwear. He pulled away from her a little, leaning back so he could see all of her in the flickering firelight.

“I want to see you when I touch you” he said in answer to the silent question on her face. Those simple words brought a blush to her face which he saw and took note of. He realised that his words had aroused her immensely and knew now how he was going to have her.

“Do you know what I’m doing to do next Summers?”

She shook her head mutely, shifting slightly on his lap to allow him easier access to her. As he touched her he described each action, watching the desire build in her face.

“I’m going to take off this little skirt and rip off this tiny piece of lace masquerading as your underwear. Then I’m going to stroke you here”. This elicited a groan from Buffy as he ran his fingers along her pussy. He did it again, slower this time and firmer and repeated the action again and again, each time moving slower until she was writhing on his lap.

“Know what’s going to happen next Summers?” He slid a finger into her hot pussy, feeling the tightness around him. He moved it around a little and slid another into her. She groaned a little and moved her hips, trying to make him move.

“I’m going to make you come. But in a way you’ve never come before. Because” he slid his fingers from her and she looked suddenly bereft until he began speaking again touching her again as he spoke.

“Because, firstly, you’re going to lick these fingers” He pushed his fingers against her lips and obediently Buffy opened her mouth, tasting herself on him.

“You’re going to carry on sucking those. Then, I want you to touch yourself. Your breasts. Show me how you like to be touched.”

“Now I’m going to slide my thumbs inside you. As deep as it will go.” Buffy shuddered as he did this, stroking her nipples urgently.

“Finally…”

Malfoy began to stroke her virgin hole with his fingers, tenatively touching the place where she had never been touched before. Buffy met his eyes, the expression on her face telling him everything he needed to know. He began to slide his thumb in and then out of her, distracting her from his finger pressing against her anus and gradually she relaxed, allowing him access to every part of her body, filling every hole.

With each thrust of his thumb he eased his finger deeper into her. Buffy wriggled against him, kneeling up a little so he could go deeper. He paused for a moment, almost in disbelief of the sight of the Slayer in near orgasmic ecstasy.

She rode his hand slowly, moving her hips against him, her fingers plucking at her breasts and his fingers buried in her mouth. Malfoy’s erection swelled as she dropped one hand to join his between her legs, rubbing against her most sensitive points, desperate to reach her climax. He could tell she was at the brink but intended that when she came, he would be buried inside her and slowed his pace, withdrawing himself from her. She whimpered as she knelt over him, her skin shiny with sweat, the need obvious in her eyes.

The look on her face told him everything he needed to know and he flipped her over, laying her on her back on the couch, her legs, falling open invitingtly. His fingers were quick on his clothes, stripping them off. Buffy couldn’t help her eyes widen as the sight of Draco Malfoy naked, the oiled pale skin, the muscled torso and a cock that she knew was going to drive her crazy.

There was no gentleness or teasing now as he entered her, sliding deeper, stretching Buffy, feeling her heat around him. He covered her with his body, pulling her from the sofa on to the rug in front of the fire. Their rhythm was perfectly immediately, instantly in tune with each other. Buffy entwined her legs around him, first around his hips and then he tugged them up until they were on his shoulders. He held on to her wrists, her arms stretched out over her head, driving powerfully into her tiny body.

“Tell me what you want” he grated out, feeling her muscles contracting around him.

“I want you” she groaned “every way possible.”

Buffy couldn’t believe what was happening – what had happened to the sensible Buffy? This was ridiculous, she didn’t know this man who was now holding her down and fucking her. And she was loving it, every single thrust was heavenly, his eyes staring down into hers, and she was entranced, she couldn’t look away.

Her answer opened the floodgates and he lowered his head to hers, possessing her completely until she came, sobbing his name against his lips. Her release took him over the edge as well and he shouted out her name as his climax claimed him.

They lay there, Draco sprawled across Buffy. His hair had come lose from his ponytail and the white blond strands mixed with Buffy’s own golden curls. He stroked a hand down her face, following it with his lips. Buffy closed her eyes, loving the gentle carress.

“You are something Summers” he said, finally breaking the silence that had fallen.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Malfoy” she replied eventually.

He moved away from her and reached for his wand. Buffy watched as he conjoured up a pair of robes and what looked like dinner. She hadn’t realised how hungry she was. Malfoy pulled the black silk robe on, tying it loosely around his waist before pouring two goblets of wine. Buffy slipped into her robe, coloured deep wine red, which skimmed her thighs. She settled herself on the sofa, snuggling up in the fur blanket which had also materialised. Malfoy pulled her feet into his lap, stroking them affectionately. She would never get used to the magic thing. It was useful but she would never get used to it.

They sat in silence while they ate, some sort of stew with fresh bread mopping up the juice which was left. Buffy drank deeply from her goblet which never seemed to empty properly. It felt comfortable, intimate, familiar.

Eventually she crawled up th sofa, climbing on top of him resuming her position from earlier. She indulged in a long deep kiss, their tongues duelling for dominence. This time Buffy was determined to give Malfoy a taste of his own medicine. She tugged the belt open, laying him naked to her adoring eyes and then, taking her goblet, spilled the wine down his chest. He gasped a little as her hot tongue left his mouth and began to lick its way down his body, lapping at each nipple as she covered him in wine, before sliding off him and kneeling between his parted legs.

She took him in both hands, feeling the velvety warmth against her palms. He was watching her every move keenly and she glanced up at him, making sure she had his complete attention before sliding him into her mouth. She kept her eyes on his the whole time, as she sucked and licked his entire length. His hands slid down into her hair, twirling his fingers into the golden curls. She stopped for a moment, withdrawing from him and giving him her most innocent smile before opening her mouth again and slowly sliding him into her mouth and down her throat until she had the entirety of him in her mouth. She began to move up and down, loving the taste of him.

Malfoy’s hips began to buck beneath her as she stroked and licked his balls. She felt them tighten and he came in her willing mouth pumping his seed down her throat. His hand on the back of her neck kept her firmly in place but she wouldn’t have moved. Finally his grip on her lessened, allowing her to climb on his lap, stroking the smoth skin.

“Fun?” she asked coyly.

“Unexpected” he corrected her. God he wanted to take her now but he did not have the energy. He had, in fact, had more sex tonight than in the last three years and his control had turned out to be seriously lacking. He watched as she picked up her wine and took a mouthful.

“I think you improve the taste.”

“You cheeky mare” he pulled her back on to his lap, covering her face with kisses and eventually capturing her lips and sucking them into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him on her.

“You are amazing, you know that?” he whispered in her ear.

“You’re not exactly normal either” she answered him, pulling away from him, gazing deeply into his eyes. “I wouldn’t normally do this”

“I’m not one for jumping into bed with strangers either.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “How long are you in England for?”

“Well, I was planning on leaving in the near future.” Buffy accented the word “was”, to make it obvious that she would change her mind if given the right incentive.

“Was? And now? How long are you staying now?” Draco quirked an eyebrow at her.”

“Indefinitely.”