Finding Love in all the Right Places

Author: LVB

Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. I'm just having a play with some of JKR's toys.

Summary: Astoria Greengrass begins her search for herself finding love in all sorts of interesting places along the way. Astoria/Various.

Pairings: Astoria/Blaise, Astoria/Charlie, Astoria/Millicent, Astoria/Michael, Astoria/Draco.

Warnings: Sex scenes, drug and alcohol use, femmeslash

A/N: My response to the 'Ring Around the Boyfriend' Challenge over at the HPFC forums. My prompt for this chapter was 'key'. Please forgive my attempt at a true 'M' rating. Much kudos to KD Skywalker, without whom this fic would not be possible.

Chapter One: A French Delicacy

Life didn't get much better than sipping on expensive French champagne in the elite Wizarding sector of France, thought Astoria Greengrass. Astoria adjusted her very expensive robes and discreetly used her wand to fix a flyway hair from her perfectly coiffed curls. As foreign diplomat in the International Wizarding Co-operation Program, Astoria thought that if her life wasn't perfect, it was rather close to it. Glancing at the French diplomats in the foyer of the opera house, she swirled her glass of champagne and took in her charming date for the event.

Astoria had known Blaise Zabini since she had joined Slytherin House in her first year at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, Blaise had practically ignored her. It was unsurprising, really. Blaise never really cared for Daphne so why would he bother with Daphne's younger, brainy sister? However, as Astoria began to grow taller and her body began to change and grow, she found that more and more men, and not just Blaise, were beginning to pay attention to her. .. it was very Slytherin of her she thought, but she often used that to her advantage.

Tonight, Blaise was being the perfect gentleman. He was her escape for the evening; dressed in his most expensive robes and his head held high, moving amongst the elite. He would certainly be the key to her success tonight.

"These parties are positively dreary," remarked Blaise as he slipped his arm around her waist. "What do you say we go back to our suite and order some room service?" Astoria felt Blaise nuzzle her neck and shivered as he discreetly took the opportunity to lick her neck. Her body felt aflame every time he did that and the bastard knew it.

He also knew that Astoria wasn't here to act merely as a pretty face. Certainly, she enjoyed the free champagne (what self-respecting Slytherin wouldn't?) and many of the foreign diplomats were easy on the eyes. Astoria was here to work. Of course, her job mostly involved discussing imports, international health reform programs and the finer points of organising the next Quidditch World Cup. Her conversations may have been dreary but her hair was done, her breasts looked magnificent in her new robes and the platinum bracelet) the foreign diplomat from Belgium had just given her sparkled against her champagne glass.

Astoria shook her head as she smiled at Italian Minister for Magic's assistant across the room. "Blaise, darling, you know I couldn't possibly leave now. There's more champagne to be had and I'm almost positive that Bruno Lavazetti is about to come over here and sign the Quidditch deal with me."

Blaise sighed and swiftly moved his arm from around her. "He is about to come over here and stare at your breasts, Astoria," his gaze drifted up from her chest to her face. "Not that they aren't absolutely astounding, of course." His hands began to slowly stroke her bare arms. Her glittering new bracelet blinded her for a moment, before her eyes drifted towards Lavazetti.

"Go and fetch us some more drinks by the bar over there, Blaise. Tell Filipe that they're for me," she demanded, while keeping an eye on Lavazetti.

"Astoria..." Blaise practically growled, his own formal dress robes nearly getting caught on her sparkly heels. "I'm not a House Elf and you will not treat me as such! I have no interest watching my date, which I should be in my private suite fucking at this very moment, eagerly rub her breasts all over some Italian ponce," he said, as quietly as his anger would allow.

"Get me my drink, Blaise," Astoria purred. "And after I sign this deal, I won't even worry about talking to my French Wolfsbane suppliers. Go have a drink and then you can take me back to your room and fuck me however you want," she finished, placing a soft kiss on the bottom of his jaw. Blaise was mollified by her seductive comments and left to collect their drinks. Finishing the last of her champagne, Astoria turned to greet her Italian ex- lover.

"Bruno," she purred as she kissed him on each cheek. "How lovely to see you here!"

Astoria pushed Blaise hard against the door as he fumbled for his wand. She attacked his mouth with her own and strategically let out a moan. "Fuck," he swore as he finally unlocked the door with his wand. Blaise's hand pushed her robes up before he dragged her through the door. As his hand began to touch her, Astoria pushed him away and slammed the door shut with her own wand, which she had drawn from her robes. She stripped him of his clothes and stared at his body, hard and waiting.

"I need you now, Astoria," he begged as he licked and sucked her neck. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She adjusted herself and sank down on him, moaning as she did. His fingers dug into her thighs and she grasped the headboard. As she rode him, she tried to ignore his booming groans. As she grabbed her wand and cast a soundproofing charm on the walls, he shuddered, almost violently. Smiling to herself, she rolled off him and lit a cigarette.

"Do you have any champagne, Blaise?" she asked airily, watching him attempt to catch his breath.

"It's chilling over by the window seat," he answered. Nodding, she summoned the champagne and two glasses. Handing him one, she motioned for them to clink their glasses together in a celebratory manner.

"You are fucking amazing," he panted, as he downed his glass in seconds. Astoria took another drag of her cigarette and a dainty sip of her champagne. Not a hair had flown out of place. "I do feel awful about your Wolfsbane deal. Let me make it up to you, my mother's newest boyfriend is a Potions Master in Nice. Perhaps I could owl him for you?"

Astoria smiled. And there it was; the key to her magnificent plan. "Oh Blaise!" she sighed, her fake perfection permeating the sex-filled air. "That would just be wonderful!" It may not have been the best way to get what she wanted, but nobody was getting hurt and Astoria liked it the way it was.