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“Honestly, how do you almost blow up the class with a Calming Draught?” Pansy drawled dramatically.

“Talent,” you mused, your voice as sweet as honey, but threaded with the same venom all Slytherin girls were taught to perfect.

Daphne smirked. “Jealous, Pans? I think you just hate not being the most talked-about disaster in the school.”

You rolled your eyes, lips curved in amusement, fingers grazing your wand tucked discreetly in your thigh holster beneath your skirt. Today, you left your hair down—a rare, silken curtain of long, silver-blonde waves cascading down your back. It shimmered like moonlight with each step. Only Slytherin students ever saw it like this. But today, everyone would.

The towering doors of the Great Hall groaned open under the weight of centuries, and a hush fell over your group as you stepped inside. Your presence pulled heads as if drawn by invisible string—Hufflepuff girls pausing mid-bite, Ravenclaws stealing glances over books, even a few daring Gryffindor boys locking eyes before quickly looking away.

But none of them mattered.

Your gaze found him instantly.

Draco Malfoy.

He sat languidly at the Slytherin table beside Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, his fingers playing idly with the edge of his goblet, but his eyes—those piercing, storm-grey eyes—were already on you. The moment your gaze met his, everything else dulled. Sound, light, movement—it all bled into background.

He was smiling.

Not the cold, calculated smirk he gave to the rest of the world. No, this was different—private, intimate, soft only for you. Like the rare sun behind grey clouds in a storm-wrecked sky. His eyes devoured you slowly, undressing you in a way that made your skin burn beneath your uniform.

You walked toward him, slow and graceful, every sway of your hips deliberate. You were aware of the way his eyes darkened the closer you got. By the time you reached him, the tension crackled like electricity.

Draco stood up before you even reached your seat, pulling out the bench beside him. His hand brushed the small of your back as you slid in, lingering there longer than necessary, thumb tracing slow, subtle circles against your blouse. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“You know what that hair does to me,” he murmured, voice low and sinfully smooth.

You turned to him, your full lips parted just slightly, heart beating like wings in your chest. “That’s why I wore it down today. For you.”

He inhaled, sharp and shallow, his hand now resting fully on your thigh beneath the table, hidden from everyone. The warmth of it spread like fire.

“You’re cruel,” he whispered, voice raw with need, “walking in like that. All sweet and untouched on the outside, but I know better.”

Your eyes glinted with mischief, lashes fluttering as you leaned in, your lips brushing his. Not kissing—almost.

“You like cruel,” you whispered. “You like knowing I’m yours and everyone else just wants.”

He groaned softly under his breath, thumb now pressing into your inner thigh. “I want you now.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence, voice breathy. “Then come find me after dinner… if you can wait that long.”

His jaw clenched, his desire so tangible you could feel it hum through him. From across the table, Blaise and Theo exchanged knowing looks, smirks playing at their lips.

“I give him ten minutes,” Theo muttered.

“Five, if she keeps playing like that,” Blaise replied. But Draco didn’t even hear them. His entire world was you and he was burning.

The golden light of the enchanted ceiling bathed the Great Hall in a twilight glow, but none of it touched the storm brewing in Draco Malfoy’s eyes.

His hand was still on your thigh, fingers tracing patterns with a possessiveness that was becoming more desperate by the second. You were whispering something soft against his jaw, your voice silk-wrapped seduction, when a voice cut through the magic between you.

The sound of it—Harry Potter’s voice—was a blade through silk.

Your head turned, thick silver-blonde hair catching the light like starlight, cascading over your shoulder as you looked up. Harry stood a few feet away, awkward, tense, holding a folded parchment in his hand. His eyes flicked from your face to Draco’s hand beneath the table.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice unusually soft, and that’s when Draco’s body turned rigid beside you.

Like a predator sensing a threat.

You blinked, curiosity creasing your brow as you tilted your head, eyes narrowing slightly. “What is it?”

Before Harry could answer, Draco voice cut him like a thunder.

“That’s enough, Potter,” he said coldly, his voice a low snarl of threat and warning. “You’ve got five seconds to turn around before I forget we’re in the Great Hall.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak. He looked at you once more—something unreadable in his eyes—then turned and walked away, his shoulders tight, fists clenched at his sides.

You exhaled slowly, letting your body relax as you turned back to Draco.

“Was that necessary?” you murmured, more amused than annoyed.

Draco’s eyes stayed fixed on where Harry had walked off, his breath sharp, his jaw locked so tightly you thought it might crack.

“He said your name like he owned it,” he growled.

You shifted closer, the air between you thick, heavy with unspoken emotion and lust that simmered right beneath the surface. One of your hands slid up his thigh under the table, resting on the spot where his hand still gripped you.

“And do you?” you asked softly, tilting your face up to him, lips parted, eyes teasing.

That got his attention.

His gaze snapped to yours, dark and full of fire. “You know I do.”

You smiled, slow and sinful. “Then show me.”

And before he could say another word, you leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t a shy kiss. It wasn’t sweet or soft.

It was claiming.

Your lips molded to his, full and warm, your mouth opening slightly to invite him deeper. His hand slid up your thigh, squeezing possessively, while his other hand tangled in the back of your hair, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until the entire world dropped away.

He tasted like mint and heat, the kind that burned into you and left you gasping. Your body pressed into his beneath the table, your chest brushing his as his tongue slid against yours in slow, unhurried strokes that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

You kissed him like he was oxygen.

He kissed you like you were fire.

When you finally pulled back—lips swollen, breath caught—his eyes searched yours with something fierce, something raw.

“Mine,” he said, so quietly only you could hear it. “Don’t let him near you again.”

You smiled, brushing your lips over his jaw, down to his neck, lingering just long enough to make him shiver. “I won’t. He doesn’t get to touch what belongs to you.”

Draco’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, like he was trying to center himself. When they opened again, they were full of promise—and something darker.

“You’re not going to class after dinner.”

You raised a brow, teasing. “Oh? And where will I be?”

He leaned in, his voice brushing against your lips like a spell. “Bent over the sink in the Prefects’ bathroom with my hands on your hips, making sure you remember who you belong to.”

Your breath caught in your throat, pupils blown wide, heart pounding so loud you were sure the entire table could hear it.

“Then finish your dinner,” you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation, “because I’m not going anywhere.”

The door to the Prefects’ bathroom shut behind you with a resonant click, echoing against the marble and tile like a warning bell. Before the sound even faded, Draco’s wand was in hand, lips curled in a snarl of desire as he cast a nonverbal spell—locking the door and sealing it with silence.

The room was warm with steam, candlelight flickering against the white and gold decor, casting dancing shadows over the water that shimmered in the massive tub like liquid stars.

But Draco didn’t look at any of it.

He was already on you.

His mouth crashed onto yours like a breaking wave—furious, hungry, a man lost in the storm of everything he’d held back all day. You gasped into the kiss, fingers flying into the front of his robes, clutching him as if you were trying to steady yourself on something that was already pulling you under.

“Fuck, I waited all day,” he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist with bruising heat.

You whimpered into his mouth as he walked you backward, and you knew exactly where he was taking you. One swift tug and your leg was lifted—his fingers digging into your thigh as he wrapped it around his waist, his hips grinding into yours through layers of fabric, teasing just enough to drive you mad.

“Draco,” you breathed, voice already wrecked, and the sound made him growl low in his throat like an animal barely restrained.

He kissed you harder.

There was no gentleness. No softness. Just raw, desperate need.

His tongue parted your lips again, claiming, deep, overwhelming. The kiss tasted like every ounce of possessiveness and frustration he’d bottled all day—watching Harry say your name, watching you smile at someone who wasn’t him.

He pressed you to the edge of the sink, lifting you up with ease, both hands gripping your thighs as he forced them wider around him. His palms slid to your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling you against him. The moan that left your lips was so helpless, so breathless, it made his jaw clench.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he rasped against your neck, dragging his lips down to taste your skin. “Walking in with your hair down… like you didn’t know exactly what that would do to me.”

You gasped as his teeth grazed your throat, your fingers twisting in his soft platinum hair. “I did,” you whispered, wicked and breathless. “I wanted you desperate.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, and what you saw in his gaze made your whole body ache.

“Then congratulations,” he said, voice dark and low, “because I am. I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”

Your breath caught, lips trembling.

“Prove it.”

And just like that, he was on you again—kissing you with reckless intensity. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to kiss you harder. The other stayed firm on your hip, grounding you as he pressed forward between your thighs, grinding slow, hard, making your whole body tremble with every movement.

You were gasping into his mouth now, dizzy with it, with him, and the way his dominance poured into every kiss, every touch. He was everywhere—hands, mouth, body—owning you completely.

“I hate when anyone else says your name,” he muttered against your lips. “Hate when they look at you.”

“Then claim me,” you whispered, your voice low, ruined with want.

He growled, deep and primal, and for a second he just stared at you—chest heaving, lips swollen, eyes burning with a mix of love, obsession, and something far darker.

“I already have,” he said. “But I’ll do it again. And again. Until there’s no part of you that doesn’t know you belong to me.”

Your whole body pulsed with that promise. You didn’t need candles or silk sheets or whispered poetry. You needed him—here, now, and exactly like this.

And as he leaned in again, dragging your lips back to his with bruising, breathless need, you surrendered to every dark, delicious piece of him.

The mirrors fogged with every breath you took, the scent of heated skin and candle wax curling in the air like a spell. The cool marble sink pressed against the back of your thighs, your skirt bunched up carelessly around your waist. Draco stood between your legs like a storm in human form—his breath uneven, his lips swollen from kissing you senseless, and his gaze… ravenous.

His hand slipped under your skirt again, and this time he stilled.

His breath hitched.

You saw the shift in his eyes immediately—like a fuse had been lit.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he muttered, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint.

Your lips parted, a whisper of a smirk forming on your kiss-bruised mouth. “Not since breakfast.”

His groan was guttural—frustrated, hungry, and sinful all at once.

“Fuck,” he breathed, like the word had been dragged from the deepest part of him.

You were about to tease him again, when he suddenly gripped your hips hard, and before you could gasp, two long fingers thrust into you—deep, hard, with no warning.

Your moan tore from your throat as your head fell back against the mirror behind you. His fingers didn’t hesitate. They curled inside you just right, pressing against that devastating spot he’d memorized like a spell, and your thighs instinctively squeezed around his wrist.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” he whispered against your throat, kissing just below your jaw, voice dark and possessive. “Walking around all day like that. Letting the whole damn castle wonder what you’ve got on under that little Slytherin skirt.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, fingers gripping the edge of the sink until your knuckles turned white.

“Do you even know what that does to me?” he growled, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder. “Knowing no one else knows how wet you are for me—but I do. I always do.”

You cried out, your body arching off the sink as he curled his fingers again, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

“That’s it,” he rasped, his thumb brushing against your clit with maddening slowness. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me desperate. Wanted me angry.”

His voice dropped lower, turning darker.

“Little tease. You’re so fucking filthy, aren’t you? Sitting in class, legs crossed like a good girl, while you drip onto the seat under you. No panties. No shame.”

“Draco,” you gasped, your voice wrecked, body trembling.

He leaned in, mouth right by your ear. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you moaned, your walls clenching around his fingers, every nerve set ablaze.

“Say you did it for me.”

Your lips parted, a breath catching on your tongue. “I didn’t wear them… because I wanted you to lose control.”

And Merlin, did he.

He cursed under his breath, his fingers thrusting even faster, harder, relentless. His body pressed against you, trapping you in his arms, overwhelming you with the smell of him—cologne, sweat, lust.

You couldn’t hold back the sounds now—not when he was unraveling you with every curl of his fingers, every word dripping filth into your ear.

“You’re mine,” he snarled softly. “Every inch of you. And you’ll never go without them again unless I tell you to. Understood?”

Your body arched, overwhelmed by the wave building inside you.

“Yes—yes, Draco—please—”

“Not yet,” he hissed, pulling his hand away suddenly, leaving you aching, gasping, trembling.

You whimpered from the loss, your body shaking in need.

But Draco’s eyes were molten, burning with possession, and his mouth pressed against yours in a kiss that promised you hadn’t even seen the worst of him yet.

“You want to be my filthy little thing?” he murmured against your lips. “Then beg.”

Your breath came in sharp gasps, skin flushed and damp, as you reached out with desperate fingers and took Draco’s hand—still wet from where it had just been inside you. You guided it back between your legs, aching for the pressure, the rhythm, him.

But before you could get it where you needed, he growled—a deep, territorial sound—and yanked his hand back with a firm grip that made your whole body jolt.

“No,” he said roughly, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “That’s not how this works.”

Your fingers tightened on the edge of the sink as your thighs trembled, frustration and need burning hot through you.

“Draco, please,” you gasped, but he only raised an eyebrow, watching you with a slow, smug tilt of his head.

“Look at you,” he whispered, dragging the backs of his fingers down the inside of your thigh, never quite where you needed. “So needy… shaking for me already. And you really thought you could take control?”

His hand hovered there—close, so close—but never touching. You reached down with your own fingers this time, slipping between your slick folds and thrusting into yourself with a pace that tried to match what he had done before. Your moan echoed through the bathroom, high and aching.

But it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t him.

Draco watched, gaze darkening, jaw clenched, as you tried to pleasure yourself in front of him—hips rolling, body straining, breath ragged. But there was no satisfaction in it. It only made the emptiness sharper. It made your body ache even more.

Your lip trembled. “It’s not the same,” you whispered.

His chuckle was low and wicked. “Of course it’s not,” he said, stepping closer, gripping your wrist and stopping your hand. “Because these—” he guided your fingers out and held your hand between you, slick and trembling— “aren’t mine.”

You whimpered, your knees threatening to give out.

“Say it,” he said, voice velvet and steel. “Say no one can make you feel the way I do.”

Your chest heaved, green eyes wide and glassy as you looked at him.

“No one,” you whispered. “No one, Draco. Please, I need—”

“You need what?” he murmured, brushing his lips against your cheek, then your jaw. “Say it. Properly.”

“I need you,” you choked out. “I need your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock. All of it. I need you. Please, Draco, I can’t—”

That was all it took.

The sharp edge of his restraint cracked in half. His eyes blazed as he growled into your mouth, crashing his lips to yours in a brutal kiss. His hand slid between your legs again, and this time, there was no teasing. No slow build.

His fingers thrust back inside you with the same devastating rhythm as before, curling just right, dragging helpless sobs from your throat as your nails raked down his shoulders. The pleasure exploded in white-hot flashes, your body melting and tightening all at once under his dominance.

“Mine,” he growled again and again, breath ragged against your neck. “You don’t touch yourself unless I say. You don’t come unless it’s by me.”

Your fingers clutched at his robes, holding on for dear life as he pushed you to the edge, again and again, the tension between you snapping like a whip in the air.

And you would’ve fallen—shattered and ruined in the best possible way—but his lips brushed your ear as he slowed, pulling back just enough to make you cry out again.

“I’m not done teaching you what happens,” he whispered, “when you forget who owns every inch of you.”

Your moan cracked into a sob of pleasure, your body trembling as Draco’s fingers refused mercy. Each thrust was precise, cruel in how perfectly they curled, making your thighs shake and your breath hitch.

“Draco,” you gasped, your head falling back against the mirror. “I—can’t—I’m—”

But he didn’t slow. He didn’t let up.

He was watching you, eyes dark and locked on your face as though trying to burn every sound and expression into his memory. And then—just when you thought you were going to tip into bliss—he groaned low in his throat, the sound thick with want.

You blinked through your haze just in time to see his free hand move. He tugged at his belt with rough fingers, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down. The sound alone sent a fresh wave of need through you.

“Draco?” you whispered, breathless and trembling.

His eyes never left yours.

He withdrew his fingers from you slowly—cruelly slow—and your body cried out at the loss. A high, helpless sound escaped your lips, your hips shifting toward him in pure instinct.

But he only smirked, gripping his now-freed length in his hand, the tip flushed and aching.

“You think I’m going to let you come without me?” he rasped, voice thick with dominance and need. “After the way you teased me all day—after you begged me like that?”

He stepped in closer, the head of his cock brushing your slick folds. You whimpered, your fingers clutching at his arms, nails digging in.

“You’re mine,” he said again, and then—

He thrust into you in one sharp, punishing stroke.

Your cry echoed through the tiled room, body arching hard against the sink, back bowed from the sudden stretch and heat and overwhelming fullness. It was too much—and not enough.

He was buried deep, deeper than his fingers ever reached, and you felt every inch of him. The thick, throbbing pulse of his cock inside you, the way he fit so perfectly, like you’d been made for him.

Draco groaned against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he held you in place. “So tight,” he breathed. “So fucking perfect around me.”

You couldn’t even form words—your hands flew up to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he started to move. His pace was ruthless from the start, every thrust rocking you back into the mirror, each one followed by a hiss of pleasure from his lips.

The tension in the air was unbearable. The scent of sex, the heat of your bodies, the way you both breathed each other in like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

“You wanted this,” Draco snarled softly, kissing your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. “Walking around without your panties… so cocky… so filthy.”

“Draco—” you moaned, your voice wrecked.

“You thought you could drive me insane and not pay for it?” he growled, his thrusts slamming harder, faster. “I’m going to fuck you so deep, you won’t be able to think about anyone but me.”

Tears welled in your eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming force of it all. The way he filled you, possessed you, ruined you so thoroughly that nothing existed outside of this moment.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said between clenched teeth, his rhythm unrelenting.

“I’m yours,” you cried, sobbing against his shoulder. “I’m yours—I’ve always been—”

He kissed you hard, a messy, claiming kiss that was all tongue and teeth and desperation.

He pulled back just far enough to press his forehead against yours, his pace never faltering, his breath hot on your lips.

“You feel that?” he whispered, low and dangerous. “That’s me. Only me.”

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks, moaning into his mouth as your body started to break apart beneath his.

The bathroom was filled with the symphony of slick skin, ragged breathing, and your broken cries of his name. The sound of Draco’s hips meeting yours echoed off the stone walls, relentless and sharp, a perfect rhythm that made your entire body tremble with every slam of his hips.

Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, your thighs shaking around his waist, and your head lolled back helplessly as his cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside you—over and over again. Your eyes rolled, jaw slack, breath catching in short sobs of pleasure.

“Right there,” you gasped, voice high and broken. “Draco—oh, my god—there—”

He growled deep in his chest, watching the way your body responded—how your breasts bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, how your legs twitched around him. His eyes darkened with hunger, possession, adoration.

“You’re a fucking vision,” he rasped, one hand sliding to your waist, the other coming up to grope at your breast, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper. “Look at you. You can’t even think, can you?”

You shook your head desperately, but no words would come. Just moans. Just his name tumbling over and over off your lips like it was the only thing left in your mind.

“Completely cockdrunk for me,” he growled with a twisted smirk, slamming into you harder, faster—each thrust stealing the breath from your lungs. “You love this. Love when I take you like this. When I ruin you.”

Your eyes fluttered, your body arching like a bow, caught between the searing edge of too much and not enough. You tried to respond, to say yes, please, always, but all you could manage was a loud, wrecked cry of his name.

“Say it,” Draco demanded, panting hard against your neck. “Tell me who does this to you. Who you belong to.”

“You—Draco!” you sobbed, lost in the haze of it all. “Only you. Always you. Please—don’t stop—”

His hands gripped you harder, fingers sinking into your hips, dragging your body onto him even deeper. He was in complete control—every move calculated to push you further, to watch you fall apart.

“I could watch you fall apart like this every damn day,” he whispered against your ear, voice thick with dark affection. “So perfect. So desperate. So mine.”

Your vision blurred as the knot inside you tightened, twisting hotter and hotter with every brutal thrust, every filthy word from his lips, every stroke of his body against yours.

And he felt it—felt you spiraling, clenching tighter around him, dragging him closer to his own edge.

“Come for me,” he commanded, slowing just enough to grind deep, right against that spot again. “Show me how much you need me.”

When you shattered, it was silent for a second—like the whole world held its breath. And then you sobbed his name so loud it echoed, your entire body shaking as you convulsed around him.

Draco didn’t stop—he rode it out, watching your face, the way your lips trembled, the tears on your cheeks, your blissed-out, cockdrunk expression like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

You trembled in his arms, your body still quaking from the intensity of your climax, your breath short and gasping—but Draco didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He was still moving inside you with an unforgiving rhythm, his hips snapping against yours, cock dragging through your oversensitive walls like he was determined to leave his mark. The pleasure had tipped over into something almost unbearable, a wildfire dancing along every nerve ending—but still, you took it. Because it was him.

“Draco—” you whimpered, voice broken, hands scrambling for purchase against his back. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled into your ear, biting lightly at your lobe. “You will. You’re gonna take everything I give you.”

The hand on your waist gripped tighter, and the other slid up, fingers curling beneath your chin until he was forcing your head back, making you look into his eyes. They were wild, half-lidded, pupils blown wide with dark lust and something far deeper.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice low and rough. “The way you’re still clenching around me, sucking me back in like you don’t want to let go?”

You cried out as he angled his hips differently—deeper, harder, making your walls flutter helplessly again, dragging you toward a second peak far too soon.

“You love this,” he whispered. “Love how I don’t let you go. How I fuck you like you’re mine.”

“Draco—please—” your words dissolved into a whimper, your body betraying you, tightening around him again like it was begging for more.

He groaned, head dropping to your shoulder for a moment as your body pulsed around him again. His control was fraying—he could feel it—but it only made him rougher, more desperate.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re gonna make me lose my damn mind.”

And then he pulled back enough to look at you, his hand still firm on your jaw, holding you in place so you couldn’t look away.

“When we get back to our dorm,” he said darkly, his voice like gravel, “I’m going to bend you over our bed and do it all over again.”

You whimpered—loud, involuntary—and your body clenched around him so hard he nearly dropped to his knees.

He smirked. “You want that, don’t you? Want me to ruin you again. Have you screaming into our sheets.”

Your nails raked down his back as you nodded, nearly delirious from the overstimulation, from how deep he was inside you, from the possessive fire in his voice. “Yes—yes—please, Draco…”

“You’re gonna fall asleep with my come still dripping out of you,” he snarled, snapping his hips harder now, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the chamber like something sacred, something obscene.

“And when you wake up,” he panted, “I’ll still be inside you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how intensely you felt him, how much he overwhelmed every part of you. You felt him getting close, his rhythm growing erratic, the edge in his voice raw now, ragged.

“Say it,” he breathed. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you sobbed. “You, Draco. I’m yours—always.”

And with one final, punishing thrust, he groaned your name like it burned him, burying himself to the hilt, his whole body trembling as he emptied inside you.

He didn’t move for a long moment—just held you against the sink, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling, bodies still connected, still pulsing together like one. His hand slid down your cheek, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

“You drive me insane,” he whispered. “And I’ll never stop wanting you.”

You leaned into him, eyes fluttering closed as your fingers found his hair, soft now, comforting despite the ache in your limbs.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered back.

He smiled—dark and soft all at once.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Draco’s arms were firm around you, his stride purposeful as he carried you through the dimly lit corridors of the Slytherin common room. Your head rested weakly against his chest, breath still shallow, limbs boneless from what he’d done to you in the prefects’ bathroom—twice.

The soft crackle of the fire flickered across emerald stone walls, casting shadows as the room buzzed with low conversation. But it all came to a halt the moment the door swung open and Draco stepped inside, your limp, well-fucked form in his arms.

Pansy’s eyes widened. Daphne covered her mouth. Blaise arched a brow and let out a low whistle.

Theodore groaned, tossing his quill on the table. “Again?”

Draco didn’t even slow. His smirk was slow, arrogant, smug in the way only he could be. “She’s exhausted,” he drawled without glancing at them. “Can’t even walk. Thought I’d carry what’s mine.”

Your face flushed against his chest, but you didn’t protest. You couldn’t. You were still trembling, your thighs sticky, your throat raw from moaning his name into stone and silk. Your fingers curled weakly into the collar of his robes as he carried you past your staring friends.

Blaise gave a low chuckle, muttering something about “needing soundproofing spells.”

Draco’s smirk only deepened as he approached the stairs. “Don’t wait up.”

The door to your shared dorm clicked shut behind you, sealing you away from the world. The moment it did, the air shifted. Still thick with the heat between you, with possession and passion that hadn’t yet burned out.

He set you down on the bed gently, the first sign of softness since he had taken you hours ago. But the glint in his storm-grey eyes told you he wasn’t done—not by a long shot.

You tried to sit up, but your muscles ached. Your body trembled with exhaustion, overstimulated and aching in the most delicious way.

Draco leaned over you, brushing your hair back from your face, his thumb gliding softly across your cheek. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Good.”

“Draco…” your voice was hoarse, breathless, pleading—but even now, even broken open like this, you were still looking at him like he hung the stars.

He kissed you slowly this time. No rush. Just a claiming, a reminder.

“Think anyone else would ever see you like this?” he whispered against your lips. “Laid out. Weak. Trembling just from me?”

You shook your head, and he smiled—sharp, wicked, proud.

“Didn’t think so.”

He trailed kisses down your jaw, your throat, his fingers slowly undoing the rest of your clothes. But this time wasn’t about urgency. It was about ownership. Worship.

“You were made for me,” he breathed, eyes scanning every inch of you like he still couldn’t believe you were real. “And I’ll spend every night reminding you.”

Your hand found his hair, fingers sinking into those soft, pale strands. “You already have,” you whispered.

Draco hovered above you, his forehead pressed against yours, and for a brief moment, his eyes weren’t clouded by lust—but something deeper. Fiercer.

“I’ll never let you go,” he said softly. “Never.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I don’t want you to,” you whispered.

And in that quiet, tangled space, surrounded by soft sheets and flickering candlelight, he kissed you again—not to dominate, not to conquer—but to claim.

The moonlight spilled through the tall windows of your shared dorm, casting pale silver onto your skin like liquid stardust. The fire burned low in the hearth, its soft crackle the only sound besides your breathless moans and the rustle of the sheets as Draco moved over you like a shadow possessed.

His hands framed your waist, fingers possessive, reverent—like he was reminding himself this wasn’t a dream. That you were real. His.

He hovered above you, his eyes hooded with need as they raked over your body. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Every inch of you is perfect. You don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words were swallowed by a gasp as his lips wrapped around your nipple, hot and soft and overwhelming. Your back arched off the bed, a breathless moan escaping you as you instinctively threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging tightly.

Draco groaned low against your skin, the vibration sending tingles straight through your chest. He didn’t stop—he sucked harder, his tongue swirling deliberately, almost cruelly, around the sensitive bud. His other hand slid over the curve of your breast, fingers squeezing and massaging to match the rhythm of his mouth.

“Draco,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, overwhelmed by the twin sensations—his mouth, his hand, his heat pressing you down into the mattress.

He chuckled darkly against your skin, pulling off with a soft, wet pop. “You’re so sensitive tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

You nodded, dazed and breathless, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes… always.”

That answer made his eyes flare. He lowered his mouth again, trailing his tongue across your other breast, flicking teasingly before his lips closed around your nipple once more. Your moans turned desperate, thighs shifting beneath him, seeking friction, seeking more.

He grinned against your chest. “So eager,” he breathed. “I haven’t even started yet.”

His voice was like velvet and fire, and you whimpered as he gently bit down—just enough to make you shiver—before sucking again, deeper this time, more possessive.

“Mine,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Every part of you.”

Your hands trembled in his hair, and when he finally pulled away, your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. He looked up at you, hair tousled from your grip, lips glistening, and that wicked gleam in his eyes.

He kissed your sternum, slow and lingering, then moved up to hover over you. His hand cupped your face gently, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip.

“You drive me mad, you know that?” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You reached up, caressing his jaw, your voice soft and shaken. “Then show me.”

His smirk returned, full of promise and wicked heat.

“Oh, I intend to.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as Draco finally pushed inside you—one hard, deep thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. The stretch was immediate, the fullness intense, and your back arched off the bed with a cry that he swallowed in a kiss.

“Merlin,” he growled into your mouth, voice ragged, “you feel like you were made for me.”

His hips didn’t hesitate. His pace was brutal from the start—rhythmic, punishing, like he had no intention of going slow. The bed creaked under the force of his movements, protesting each thrust as he drove himself deeper into you, again and again, without mercy.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, anything, as the pressure inside you built quickly, dizzyingly. His cock hit that spot inside you with precision, every time, like he knew—and of course he did. He knew your body better than anyone ever could. He studied it like a sacred text and mastered it like a spell.

You cried out his name, over and over, your voice shaking with each slam of his hips, and he loved it—every sound, every tremble, every time you clenched tighter around him like you couldn’t help it.

“Louder,” Draco snarled against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. “Let them all hear how good I fuck you.”

You whimpered, half from his words, half from the way your body was unraveling beneath him. He gripped your hips tighter, pulling you into each thrust with force, his nails digging into your skin, marking you.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze—stormy grey, dark with hunger, fierce with something deeper. His expression twisted with pleasure as he watched your face, saw you lose yourself completely under him.

“You’re mine,” he said, like a vow. “No one else will ever have you like this. No one can.”

You nodded through the haze, your voice breaking. “Yours… always.”

The words made him snarl with satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed you fiercely, his pace never slowing, never faltering. He poured all of it into you—every ounce of control, of possession, of worship twisted with desire.

You didn’t know how long he kept going—minutes? Hours? Time didn’t exist in that room. There was only the sound of your gasps, his groans, the sharp slap of skin against skin, and the bed that shook beneath you.

When your body finally gave out—shaking, aching, overwhelmed—Draco still didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he buried his face in your neck.

“You take me so well,” he whispered. “You always do.”

And in that raw, breathless space between madness and devotion, you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Because he was.The room was thick with heat, the air heavy with every moan, every gasp, every echo of skin meeting skin. Your body trembled beneath Draco’s, completely spent, completely his—but he didn’t stop.

He hadn’t slowed since your release—if anything, his thrusts had grown more relentless. Your limbs had gone limp, boneless from pleasure, eyes glazed in the haze of overwhelming sensation. Yet Draco, with that unyielding fire in his eyes, wasn’t finished.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat when he suddenly shifted, his strong hands curling under your thighs. He lifted them with ease, placing your legs over his shoulders. The angle shifted everything—deeper, fuller, blinding.

You cried out, head rolling back against the pillow, hands clutching the sheets as his cock slammed into that spot inside you over and over again with ruthless precision.

“Oh god—Draco—” you choked out, voice wrecked from pleasure.

His pace didn’t falter. If anything, your reaction only spurred him on. He looked down at you, chest heaving, golden hair clinging to his temples with sweat. And then he saw it.

A low, guttural moan left his throat as his hand moved to your lower belly, fingers brushing the slight bulge with awe and wicked satisfaction.

“Look at that,” he growled, voice rough with arousal. “You’re so full of me… I can see myself inside you.”

You sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure, your body twitching with each brutal thrust. The pressure, the stretch, the weight of his words—it all tangled together until your senses blurred.

Draco leaned down, your thighs pushed tighter against your chest, his pace never letting up. His lips brushed your ear, voice low and possessive.

“This is how I want you,” he whispered, breath warm. “Laid out, ruined, trembling—so full of me you can’t think straight.”

You whimpered, barely able to nod, and he kissed your jaw with unexpected tenderness despite the roughness of his movements.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice gentling for just a moment. “Let go, baby. I’ll hold you together.”

And with those words, your body shattered again, a wave of bliss crashing through you so hard it left you gasping for breath, clinging to him like he was the only thing tethering you to earth.

Draco moaned loudly as you clenched around him, and he drove in deeper, grinding against that spot until your vision blurred. He was wild, wrecked, lost in the feel of you, in the way your body molded to his like it was made for him alone.

When he finally stilled inside you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, he didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped around you, as if grounding himself in your warmth, in your surrender.

His lips pressed softly against your cheek, then your collarbone.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmured.

And in your dazed, blissful silence—you believed him.

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Pushing the door open with a click, Draco steps aside, holding it for you.

A shivering breath escapes you as you enter, eyeing the black the king sized bed in the middle of his elegant gothic room; a thick wave of cologne hits you, making you seriously consider if it contains pheromones from the heavenly effect it has on you.

Stopping right next to the doorway, you wait for Draco as he hastily shuts the door, jamming the lock in. He whips out his wand, muttering "Silencio!" then tosses it on the floor.

Turning, eyes ablaze with hunger, Draco's piercing gray's gaze down into yours through sweaty golden bangs, his handsome face marred with lust utterly sinking you into submission, as no one has ever looked at you like that before; as if you were their breath of life.

Stocking foward and grabbing your shoulders, he smashes you back painfully against the door, shoving your legs apart with his knees. Bending down a bit to position his clothed cock right over your skirt, he pushes it up with his erection, rutting straight into your sopping panties. At the feel of your damp warmth he lets out a steamy groan on your face.

"Draco!" you cry, as pleasure shoots through your throbbing clit at long last. Your hands tangle into the back of his soft hair, pulling his head down to you.

"Draco...I've always wanted to feel you there..." his prick digs your panties between your lips, scraping closer to the skin.

Grasping his arms around your torso, holding you steadily, Draco begins to hump you against the door, grinding his cock into your clit; your shoulders thunk rhythmically against the solid wood.

"You're soaked," he moans ardently, "I can feel it; your clit's huge..." before his lips capture yours in desperate open-mouthed kisses, savoring your thick saliva and the bland taste of your tongue.

A rich scent of apples and pine bathe your nostrils, engulfing your senses; nudging your tongue deep inside his mouth, you flick across his gums and sharp teeth, allowing the craving for everything that's him to run wild; relish bursts in the pit of your stomach, spinning rapidly through your groin. You've captured him; he's yours. Draco is yours...

Your fingers trace down his neck, yanking his hair indulgently like you always craved.

Draco's animalistic thrusts against your panties turn slow and languishing as he grinds his cock in deep circular motions. Lifting up, you sway your hips, moving your clit back and forth against the tip of his prick; your wetness seeps into his trousers, slickly rubbing you down.

"I've wanted you so badly," groans Draco, nipping at your lips.

Your stomach coils at his heated degree, heart swelling. "Ahh Draco...you too..." you moan out the words, everything you've suppressed for him tumbling through your lips, falling onto his.

Tongues lashing at each other, saliva drenching your chin and cheeks, you move your hands down his neck, scantily tracing across his chest, down his stomach, stopping on his erection. Draco stops rutting against you, pulling his hips back a bit for you to reach him; your small hand grasps his clothed shaft, sliding around it, grinding your palm into him.

Throwing his head back, golden bangs flitting across his flushed face, Draco moans lavishly; his icy eyes roll back, legs trembling from the long awaited pleasure.

"Oh god yes; I've wanted you to do this to me for years," he groans, looking hazily down into your eyes.

Lifting your skirt to your ribs with one hand, Draco swiftly hooks his finger around your panties with the other and pulls them aside.

Inhaling sharply, his eyes widen at the sight; wetness strings across your panties, stretching between your thighs, a strand snapping and hanging down between your legs. Swollen and slick, your labia are spread with arousal, hard clit raising beneath your hood.

"So fucking sexy..." Draco pants ravenously, swiping his thumb across your clit.

Gasping, your hips involuntarily jerk at the raw pleasure; Draco, Draco was touching you.

"Like that, honey? Is this what you were waiting for me to do?" he asks with gleeming eyes, eyebrows pinched in fierce longing as he continues the rubbing of his thumb in deep circles.

"Yes!" you moan firmly, rotating your hips around his large hand, shifting your clit around his finger tip. He touched you better than you ever could; how many nights you had thought of this, wondered desperately what his fingers felt like.

"So soft," Draco mutters, "your lips," he gasps, "are so slick for me...so beautiful...I've always wanted to touch them..."

Through waves of pleasure, clammy and undexterous, your fingers dart to his belt, fumbling with it and clinking it open, dropping it around his hips; hastily reaching for his zipper and ripping it down, you slide your shaking hand into his black boxers, brushing his coarse blonde pubes.

"My cock's aching so bad," groans Draco, shifting his hips in anticipation of your touch.

Shuddering at having touched him this intimately, you reach in farther, until your fingers secure around his thick warm cock. His fingers slow on your clit, momentarily losing their pace as your fingers graze his bare skin.

Sparks wrench through your heat at the touch of him, while he moans softly, desperately, cock twitching in your hand.

"Ahh...yes...touch me..." he encourages, wincing in pleasure.

Your fingers catch a trace of wetness from his precum as you guide his erection up out of his boxers.

Letting out a little gasp, you gaze longingly at his pink cock which stands rigidly against his stomach while resting in your hand; he is longer than average and much thicker. Somehow this is exactly what you were expecting, from his undertered confidence - and from a guy as hot as him; his balls are tight, voluptuous, speckled with curly blonde pubes.

"Like it?" he asks huskily, smirking a bit at the look of awe across your face.

"Fucking hell Draco; you've been keeping that monster on you the whole time?" you muse in giddly lust, tracing your thumb over the prominent wet tip of his prick.

A ravenous grin lights his face before he pushes his cock through the small cup of your hand, your thumb swiveling on his head; you savor the feel of his veins gliding through your fingers.

"Ahh...yess..." he hisses in pleasure, timing his strokes on your clit to the pumping of his hips.

Holding his deep gaze while you touch each other in the most intimate areas, you drink in one another's longing through expressions of ecstasy.

Features softening, raising his eyebrows, Draco asks for your permission, his index finger prodding gently at your entrance, caressing the hole around it's edges.

Hastily nodding yes, Draco slides his long finger through your lips in one smooth move, until his knuckles hit your labia.

Starving, your walls clamp down around him in tingling ecstasy of finally being plugged.

"Oohhh! Oh yes, keep doing that, Dray!" you moan at the thickness of his knobby finger.

Beginning to pump his finger in and out of you, you devour the repetitive opening and closing of your hole, craving the next thrust more than the previous; tightening your hand around his cock in need, you begin jerking it in time with your thrusts into his palm.

"So wet, darling...my little slut gets so wet for me," Draco muses, pressing an open mouth kiss to your lips.

"Put another one inside me," you pant, capturing his mouth lightly with yours; you needed something more, something bigger; your insides were so famished it felt like there would never be enough.

Immediately you feel Draco's middle finger sliding into you, deliciously stretching wide your walls; you wiggle at the velocity of being filled, your insides clamping around his knuckles.

Mouth capturing his again, you can hardly feel which is coming from where; the delectable strokes of his fingers inside you, combined with the swipes of his thumb on your clit, and his tongue lashing across your own. Lit up inside, he's slowly building and coaxing the fire beneath your navel.

"Dray," you moan hastily, guiding his cock down, whilst stepping in closer; he pulls out his sopping fingers, spreading your labia with an upside-down v, having to regrip them a couple times because of the slickness.

His breaths come unblanced on your face as you drag his cock from your perineum up through your labia, burshing it over your clit; clenching up immediately at the intense pleasure, a muscle spasms, causing a tingling release accompanied by a leak of fluid to jet out from you over Draco's cock. Crying out at the sweet feeling, you rub Draco's cock through your pulsating lips again.

"Squirter..." Draco pants ravenously as you guide his cock through you.

"I...I didn't know I could do that..." your voice trembles heavily, weighted down by thick pleasure.

Draco bends down a bit, rubbing the red tip of his cock right over your swelled hole, nudging it open slightly, teasing you, begging you to say it's okay for him to put himself inside you.

"T-the bed Draco...I want you on the...b-bed," you get out between groans and the distraction of your quivering pussy anticipating being smashed into.

"Give me one minute, baby," Draco's eyes are wide, almost black with need.

Pulling back from you, with a look of determination and sticky fingers, he tears your skirt and panties down your legs, allowing you to hold onto his shoulders as you step out of them.

Discarding your bottoms on the floor, Draco stands, and you bend on your knees yanking his pants and boxers down his legs; moving lower to the floor, guiding his trousers over his knees, upon catching the musky scent of his crotch, enticed, you draw a slow lick across his balls, over the wiry hairs, all the way up to the tip of his prick; a bitter drop of precum surprises you, yet you lick your lips, looking up to meet his eyes.

Squeaking softly, Draco gazes down in awe at you, shuddering at the teasing flick of your warm tongue.

As you pull up, he begins shrugging off his suit jacket, then tugging away his tie.

Shuffling off his trousers, Draco's fingers fly to your shirt buttons, undoing them as you struggle to do the same to his, looping your arms through each other; standing naked before you he is thin, toned delicately, resembling an elfen prince.

Shirts falling to the floor, his fingers dip around your back, deftly slipping the hooks of your bra apart and letting it drop; his warm hands cup around your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze before flicking his thumbs across your perky nipples; shivers spill across your chest, twinging in your clit.

Kicking off your shoes and socks into a pile, lacing one of his long arms under your knees, Draco lifts you, swinging you up into his arms and carrying you naked, princess style over to his bed; his cock pokes into your butt, his nose burrowing into your hair.

"Ah, fuck me...fuck me now, Draco!" you beg, clutching around his neck and tugging him against your chest in need as you draw near the bed, already missing his fingers.

"Almost there, angel...I'm gonna fuck you right now," he murmers huskily. "You'll never have to wait this long again," he mutters hotly into your neck through suckles on your skin.

Reaching the bed, Draco gently places you on the richly dressed mattress and instantly climbs on top of you with fiery eyes.

Looking up to him in submission as he towers above you, face alight with desire, you spread you legs wide on either side of you, pulling your labia apart with your fingers. You have never ached so hard, needed release so desperately; visibly, you can feel your hole twitching open, hungering for Draco.

"My angel..." Draco groans, his knees between your legs, positioning his cock with his hand to your entrance, before leaning in ever so slightly to push his tip in.

Letting out a sharp trembling sigh, you arch your back in euphoria as you are stretched, forcing his cock to slide deeper inside you.

Locking watery eyes with Draco who looks utterly taken, he lets out a hoarse moan, shoulders shivering at your tightness. Reaching for your hands and splaying them beside you, Draco laces his long fingers in yours, before pressing all the way into you.

Heavenly fire coils through you as his cock stretches you around him, painfully bumping your cervix, yet the sting just adds to being filled to the brim with him, and you want nothing more.

Dragging himself out of your wet heat, Draco pushes back in steadily, smashing his balls against your butt; your earrings tinkle with every thrust.

"My angel...my love...my princess...is this a good pace?" he groans, gazing frevently into your face, attachment overflowing his expression as if he is gazing at the most precious thing in the world.

"That's exactly what I want!" you cry, "I want you so so bad, Draco!"

Grinning malevolently, Draco's powerful thighs flex under you as pounds you hard and firm, giving full length thrusts; his cock feels like it's cutting you in half, stretching you to the brim, before ramming back in; he does not hold back, moaning deeply as he strokes your insides, feeling every dip and curve in your snug heat which he has coveted. The schlick of your rhythm rings out, echoing against the stark walls.

"Harder! Draco, yess!" you squeal, wrapping your legs around his back, pulling him down and making him lurch over you, nailing your g-spot; savoring the tense fire of being ground into, his thick cock rearranging you, you let out a wanton, wild moan.

Containing everything you've held back for years, all the shame, all the anger, all the pent up desire of never being loved properly; you let it all out in escalating moans and gasps, expressing the sweet devastation that lust has reduced you to.

Sweat sticks to your hands as you rub up and down Draco's broad back, hugging him constantly, squeezing him intermittently against your breasts.

"This is everything I've ever wanted," moans Draco, kissing your lips as he weaves his cock in and out of you.

"Me too..." And you mean it with all your heart, smiling against his gentle mouth, feeling his lips curl back.

Letting go of one of your clammy hands, Draco reaches between your legs, circling your clit in rhythm with his steady thrusts.

Breathing out deeply, Draco's hot breath peppers across your neck, "You feel incredible my little slut," slowly thrusting into you so that you can feel every inch of him spreading you wide.

"I don't know how much longer I can last, but I promise I'll keep going after I come," he chuckles softly into your neck, "there's no way I'll get soft anytime soon."

Letting go of his hand, you rub your fingers over his warm ears, kissing his lips desperately, too close to release yourself to think stright. "It's...it's okay, Draco, come. Come inside of me!" you squeal fervently, squeezing his hips with your thighs, clenching up on his cock to induce your own orgasm.

Panting, Draco rutts into you harder, frenzily; the friction building between you is incredible, sparks upon sparks driving within your gut, shooting through you in a constant wave, increasing with every thust. Every flick of Draco's skilled fingers draw more wetness drenching down, soaking his cock, matting his pubes.

"D-Draco...I'm c-close," you squeak.

Draco gives a soft moan of satisfaction, smiling against your lips.

The pressure inside you peaks fast, faster, until it's falling, spilling out in thick waves of pleasure. Clit throbbing, ecstasy spikes through you as your walls shake, clamping down on Draco.

"I..ahh Draco, I'm coming!" you wail, wriggling your pulsing clit against his pressing fingers.

"Yes, Angel...aw yes!" hisses Draco as you clench him, "come for me, my love...come on me," he coaxes in a gentle husk. "I'm close, so close..."

"Ahhhh....ohh Dray!" you pant, gasping, "Dray...Dray..." crying his name with each spasm, milking your orgasm for all it's worth; you must have at least had over ten hard contractions, a massive orgasm for you.

With a loud gasp, Draco's thighs tense, his trusts becoming light; his hips shake as something warm fills you, deliciously heating your insides.

"Y/n..." A high pitched moan tumbles forth from him, followed by desperate girlish groans as he pulls his head back, winching in pleasure before staring down at you with a gentle look on his face, his eyes soft and doting as more warm spurts pour into you, dousing your walls in his love.

Ah, Draco's O face... your eyes scan every curve of his secret, precious expression as your pussy throbs softly, coming down from you high.

"I need you, I need you again," you request shakily, nuzzling your nose in his neck. "It's been too long...much too long a wait,"

"Me too, my little slut," he muses with a note of jest, gently thumping his cock into your g-spot, smiling at your gasp. "I'm still so hard for you.."

His moist bangs brush across your forehead as he lays down between your legs, chest inches from yours still heaving with heavy breaths. Face sweaty and red, he dips his head low, flicking his tounge out and licking your mouth - slowly, like he's savoring the most delicious candy; you open your mouth wide, stroking his tongue in hot swipes, scooping his saliva into the back of your throat.

He begins stirring himself in your insides, which pulse with heightened sensitivity after having just came; his come making it even easier to move slickly through you.

He mutters sweet nothings softly through kisses, "My love...Y/n...you're so beautiful...so beautiful...all mine...my angel..."

"Mmmh, Draco...Draco..." you murmer, through languishingly humps against him; it feels ecstatic, especially satisfactory to be filled after coming, even more filling now that you are becoming accoustomed to his cock.

Sifting your fingers through his hair, rustling his locks like you had always wanted to, his musk and overbearing cologne whisk you into a dreamy haze.

"You feel wonderful, Draco..." you pull back, telling him into his doey eyes.

"You've had me hooked since the day I met you..." his whisper rich with tenderness.

Smiling, you sink back into each other's lips letting the pleasure and crackling of your slick movements carry you into a trance, where all that was left were each other. This could go on forever, and would be a perfect eternity...

Tightness builds again within you, and you know you're close.

Draco feels your subtle desperate shifts beneath him and pulls back a bit to watch you with a ravishing look across his face.

"I want to see everything this time; I want to watch you come from me," he growls, a sexy grin pulling at a corner of his mouth.

"Watch me..." you coo breathless, letting ecstasy take you. Contracting in even harder waves of pleasure, you burst around his cock. "Draco! Dray! Draco..." the litney of his name carries your orgasm higher, into soaring realms of pleasure.

He watches you entranced, cold gray eyes moving over every twitch in your face, then body, shifting down between your legs where he pushes against your clit with every contraction on his cock.

"So beautiful..." he says wistfully, nudging his cock against your g-spot, "come around me, let it all go on me."

His cock twitches inside of you. "Can you wait for me to come again? Won't take long," he asks intently, thumbing over one of your flushed cheeks.

"Of course I want you to fill me again. I love how sore you make me," you tease, as peace washes over you from the residual tingles of your climax.

Letting go of Draco, you lay back against the mattress for him to use your body. "Use me..." you say softly, enticing him to pump himself in you as much as he can take.

Draco's face scrunches in need as he speeds up drilling you, rocking you back and forth, subsequently creaking the bed.

"Take all of me, good girl...you like my cock, don't you?"

"I- love- your- cock," your reply comes jagged as he shakes you.

Thrilled by the fire in your loins from overstimulation, egged on by it, you savor how sexy it feels to be Draco's human masturbation sleeve.

Grinding his hips into your thighs, his thrusts become sparse. "I'm coming, angel...take all of me."

A hoarse groan shivers out his lips.

"Y/n, ngh...Y/n...you feel so good...so good...." he gazes down at you while his spurts pour into you. "Take all my come, Y/n."

"That's a good boy; fill me, Draco," you hold onto his quivering hips.

Pulling out, you feel his come splurge from you, hotly running down your thigh.

Draco collapses onto the bed beside you, bangs sprawling in a halo around his head. Rolling onto your side, draping an arm across his shoulders, for moments you lay gazing at each other in blissful satisfaction, his come oozing out of your onto the sheets, your heat dully aching.

"What would you say...if I told you I wanted to go down on you right now?" Draco grins sloppily from the bed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes. One hundred percent yes," a smile breaks across your face; he just couldn't get enough of you, could he?

Chuckling softy, Draco climbs over between your legs, laying between them, his head inches from your messy heat. "This will also help with the pain; I'm sure you must be sore," his cheeks flush deeper with a devilish smirk.

"A little, but I do have to say I love it; I'll be feeling you days."

Chuckling again, Draco scoots his head in; a warm, wet sensation spreads up through your lips and over your raw clit.

Gasping at the intense pleasure, your walls quiver.

Another pleasurable lick swipes across you, diddling between your labia, right over your hole.

"That's fantastic, i-it's - ah, keep going!" you manage, wanting to slip deeper into the engrossing pleasure of his kitty licks.

He hums against you in satisfaction, vibrating your lips; you wished he would hum more, it increased the sensation - and to your joy, he did, moaning often between the licks and swirls of tongue.

"Making me...so...fucking...hard," Draco's groan is muffled in your heat, spiking pleasure through you. "You taste...delicious...mhhm..." he grinds his hips into the mattress beneath him, and you watch his toned rump and thighs tensing.

Your body is numb, every sense focused between your legs on Draco's heavenly licks. Suckling your labia, Draco nudges his nose between them, rubbing it in your slickness, feasting on your juice and his own come from the cup of your body.

It overwhelmed you to see him eating you up, devouring you, his head bobbing between your thighs; your stomach begins to tense, electricity throbbing in your pussy.

"You're making me- ngh, come again!" you clench your pelvis and thigh muscles, grabbing the back of Draco's soft head, pushing his face deep into your heat.

Unravelling on his face, you feel stabs of pleasure burn through you, your clit pulsating against Draco's nose, his tongue buried inside of you, stroking your contractions.

"Oh Draco," you groan in pain as he continues kitty licks up your clit, "I'm so raw, mhhm, you can stop...", tugging his hair gently to pry him off of you.

Pulling up panting, Draco hovers over you looking blissful, his nose and face glistening with a mixture of your come, cheeks a lush shade of red. "I've gotta come again, since you turned me on so much, little slut," he smirks, drawing his hand around himself, slowly beginning to pump his erection over you.

"So hot...is that how you touch yourself?" you beam up at him in the peaceful clouds of coming down from good sex.

"Yes," he growls, flicking his wrist harder, "this is what I do to thoughts of you."

He locks cold eyes with you, a vein throbbing in his neck as he yanks his cock hard.

"You...ngh...do this to me....every night," he groans, breathing in sharply as he aims his cock over you and shoots onto your breasts.

"Still so much, you horndog!" you tease as another hot rope splashes across you.

Milking himself, the last drops of come trickle down his length; shuddering, letting go of himself, Draco crawls over beside you and flops down in exhaustion.

He wraps a sweaty arm over you, drawing you into him; your breasts press into his chest, sticking his come on him, but neither of you care; it feels so good to be messy, downright filthy, covered in each other's lust.

Stringing one of your legs over him, you pull him closer, letting the last of his come dribble out of you onto his thigh.

"Mhm, I always knew you were a kinky bitch," remarks Draco, grinning.

"No secret that you're a sex god," you giggle hoarsely.

Draco laughs, tracing shapes with his finger lazily onto your back. "You're staying the night, you know that, right?"

Your heart stirs a bit. "Well it's too late to go back now anyway," you mock roll your eyes.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, Draco lifts your face to his.

"Just a few more..." he mutters, pressing gentle kisses to your mouth.

"It doesn't have to be..." you whisper soothingly, licking your tongue across his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What are you doing here? It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed?” she says, looking all over his face for any sigh of exhaustion, or worse, some kind of mischievous spell.  Draco did not answer. Instead, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. The girl didn’t say anything like she was expecting him to be a moody teenager.

He could feel her take his class and place it on the table in front of them. He could smell her perfume every time she moved and it drove him crazy. She made herself comfortable. Arms resting on the back of the sofa looking at him, her legs thrown over his lap. Dracos put his hands on them without even thinking about it.

“Can I have a question? “ She says. draco turns his his head so they are face to face.

“shoot”

“what are we?”

“unshoot” a gentle laugh leaves her as he answers.

Silence falls upon them. To others, it might have been awkward, but to them, it felt comforting. If Draco had to put any labels on them, he would write giant ‘ simp ‘ in a red marker on his face. She would be a goddess, of course. He turns to her again. She's looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“Ya know,” he starts, “I don't think I've ever told you this. But you’re lowkey pretty.” “Lowkey?”

“Yea okay, highkey.” Be blurs out. She again laughs. A sound that Draco swore he would hear at the pearly gates one day.

“Well, I'm glad you think I’m pretty. I would be pretty bumped if my crush thought I'm ugly.” She says. draco just hums, not really paying attention to her words. His eyes keep jumping between her eyes and lips. The girl just sighs again.

“Come one big guy, let's get you to bed.”  She makes a move to get up but Draco is not letting her move. A brilliant idea came to his mind and he felt like he was going to die if he did not execute it right at this moment.  He moved her close to his, as much as he could. One hand sneaked around her waist and the other around her neck. He leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on her face. Even up close he found her so pretty, it almost made him cry.  She was looking at him. Watching him studying her as if he was trying to engrave her face in his memory. She wanted him to move, she wanted him to close the gap between them, but alas he wouldn't move. Seemingly in his own world, with no way in.

So she did it for him. Only for a split second, Draco felt her lips on his. He was left chasing after her when she moved away. A small whine left him as well. He stayed there looking at her, a pout forming on his lips as if she had just stolen his last piece of candy.

“Ya know, I lowkey like you,” he says, very proud of his confession. His brain drifted away again as he locked his eyes on her lips once more.

“ I like you too, dummy.” She says back, playing with his hair softly. draco let out a hum as that was the only thing he needed to hear before locking their lips again. He leaned her back so she lay flat on the sofa. He separated them for a second.

“You know, this is not just a drunken confession. I don't do those.” He says and goes to kiss her again. She stops him with her hand on his chest. A wide smile on her face melted Draco's heart away.

“You meant like that one time you told me about how you slipped naked in the perfect bathroom and slid from one end to the other on your butt?”

“I told you that in confidence!” He whines and hides his face in her neck. She can only laugh.

“So you’re coming to my place for Christmas, right?” Scoripus, your son, asked right before he left your house a week before the day. “Dad won’t be there,” he added suspiciously.

“Of course I’ll be there,” you told him, as if you could ever say no to your son.

Turns out, the little sneak you call a son just happened to have the same conversation with his father, promising him you wouldn’t be in attendance on Christmas Day.

You should have known better. You both should have known better. Scoripus always got what he wanted from the two of you, neither of you ever having the heart to say no to your only child. And he was getting exactly what he wanted this Christmas: a small dinner shared by just the three of you. As if you were all a family again.

You hadn’t been for quite some time. Your divorce with Draco Malfoy was finalized a little over five years ago, right before Scorpius started his fifth year at Hogwarts. It had been a difficult decision for the both of you, still having love for each other, but it simply wasn’t working anymore with how busy both of your careers were. You both figured you were sparing the other any additional heartbreak, but it broke both of your hearts to leave each other.

And now you found yourself seeing the man you still loved for the first time since Scoripus’ graduation. Over three years had gone by, and every time you looked at him your heart still skipped a beat.

It was childish, you told yourself. Your relationship was long over, you told yourself. He was better off without you, you told yourself.

But you couldn’t help but notice he was sneaking glances of his own, his eyes trailing over your body with a hunger that you recognized all too well. With a longing that you knew was similar to your own.

You hadn’t been with anyone since the divorce, and based on the infrequent updates from your son, he hadn’t either. At least no one serious enough to tell his son about.

Just after dinner, Scoripus excused himself from the table to go get dessert together, insisting he would do it himself, leaving you and Draco in an awkward silence as you both sipped on your wine.

“How have you been?” Draco finally asked, turning his full attention to you.

You forgot how intense it was, having those piercing grey eyes solely focused on you. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest until you finally remembered that he was expecting an answer.

“Good,” you replied shortly. “You?”

“Good,” he answered, but he looked like he wanted to say more. You decided to just take his word for it, not wanting to pry.

“I’m assuming he told you I wouldn’t be here?” You finally settled on asking, feeling much more comfortable shifting part of the conversation onto your son. You knew that was something you could both talk about for hours, rather than fumbling your way through any more uncomfortable questions.

Draco chuckled before humming his agreement, but when he met your eye again he was serious. “He just wants his family back, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s the one thing we can’t give him.”

“I suppose not,” Draco said, sounding bitterly resigned, eyes falling to stare at the table cloth.

You studied him for a moment, and even though you knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help yourself. You knew you were flying by the seat of your pants, basing your statement on an afternoon's worth of observations, but you said it anyway.

“You sound like you don’t believe that.”

“Well, you sounded so sure of yourself. Don’t know why I’d argue with that,” he said, still not making eye contact with you.

“Draco,” you called gently, still speaking just low enough that your son couldn’t hear. “Look at me.”

It was a tense moment in which the both of you were so silent you could hear a pin drop, but when he finally looked at you, you could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. He was lonely, hopelessly lonely, and he was looking at you with the same eyes he always did, the eyes that were for you and you alone.

“You can’t seriously be suggesting that we get back together?” You asked, and the moment you felt your face form into a smile at the thought, you wiped it cautiously blank.

“I didn’t suggest anything.”

“You insinuated,” you replied, feeling stupid that the two of you were even having this conversation right now.

It was impossible and hopeless to even dream to have him back. Bridges were burned and you could never repair them. It was over. To even entertain these ideas was dangerous for your heart. Both of yours.

After another tense moment, you watched Draco finally snap. “You want to know the truth, Y/N?” He asked, a grim expression taking over his face.

You couldn’t even speak from the nerves, but he accepted your nod as an invitation to continue.

“The biggest mistake in my entire life was letting you walk out that door. I’ve missed you, and longed for you, and loved you every single day. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to go back in time and fight to make it work. To fight for you. I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will. But if that's not something you want, I’m not going to force it. And I’ll never bring it up again,” Draco confessed, his grey eyes trained on yours the entire time.

You could only stare at him for a moment, too stunned to speak. You rolled over his words in your head. It was everything you had been feeling for him these past five years. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh that was from pure shock.

Almost immediately, he averted his eyes from yours and looked down at his fidgeting hands. You choked down your laughter in order to collect your thoughts before you let your mouth open again.

“I’m not laughing at you, Draco,” you told him earnestly. “It’s just-,” this time you couldn’t help but chuckle, “we’re a pair of idiots.”

He looked up and raised his brow at you, practically begging you to continue.

“I- I’ve felt the same way, for these past five years. It will always be my biggest regret, leaving our marriage. You’re the only person for me, and there hasn’t been anyone else since. I- I just miss you,” you told him honestly, no other words to describe other than you missed him, and your marriage, desperately.

A shy smile grew on his face, one you rarely ever saw throughout the years, and you knew he was just as nervous as you were. Nervous to face the possibility of having this again. Nervous that it would only end in more heartbreak.

“After dessert, come home with me? We- we need to talk about this without a potential eavesdropper in the next room,” he asked, a fondness you missed creeping into his face at the thought of you going home with him. To the home you two had shared together for nearly twenty years before you left it behind.

“Okay,” you replied with a genuine smile, just in time for Scoripus to reappear in the doorway, suspiciously smug. Whether it was because of how proud he was of his homemade desserts, or because he overheard something, neither of you could tell.

~~~

“You haven’t changed a single thing,” you said in shock, walking through the halls of Malfoy Manor for the first time in five years.

“I - I couldn’t bring myself to. And there was no real reason to, besides,” Draco replied, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks at his admission.

You couldn’t help the fond smile you gave him. Watching him blush like when he did back in your school days as an adult was not something you were used to, but it left you smitten nonetheless.

You both walked through the winding halls aimlessly, talking and talking until the sun went down. You talked about all the fond memories; Scorpius taking his first steps in the sitting room, meeting his parents in the grand dining hall, him proposing to you on the balcony. You talked about the problems, too; multiple miscarriages that left you both grieving, different beliefs in how best to raise Scorpius (although he turned out just fine, it had never been fully addressed), and finally, the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back, mutual stress from work that led to the end of your marriage.

It was relief and despair and flirtation and optimistic hope all in one. It felt good in equal measure to talk about the good and the bad - reminiscing on the good moments that left you feeling more in love with each other than you had ever been, while finally tackling problems neither of you had the nerve to address before. But you both knew you had to, if this was ever going to work a second time.

You didn’t even notice when it happened, but at some point during your long walk and talk, your arm had intertwined with his and you were tucked neatly against his side, taking every step in tandem with him. And you were equally unsure when you arrived at the doors of your, now just his, bedroom.

He turned to you, seeming to decide whether or not he should ask what he was about to. But he let his impulsiveness get the better of him for once, feeling as if he was on such a high that he better do it now or he never would.

“Stay the night with me?” He asked quietly, almost unsure, searching your face for any reaction. “We - it- I don’t mean it like that, I just want you to spend the night,” he added, stuttering slightly from the lack of reaction he got from you.

“Draco,” you said slowly, and you could see him tense. Deciding to put him out of his misery early, you impulsively added, “You know if we walk through the doors, it’s going to be exactly ‘like that’.”

“Is that a yes?” He asked, a smirk growing on his face to match your own.

You didn’t even answer him, just turned and marched through the doors as if you owned the place. In a way you did. You could still feel your magic pulsing in the halls, leftover from the protective wards you had placed upon this very house yourself after your marriage. You could still see every piece of furniture you handpicked for the house, Draco never having the courage to change what you had built. And you made this barren manor into a home again after the war, making it a place for a family.

The bedroom was exactly how you left it as well, despite Draco having changed the sheets on the bed. He hadn’t moved anything, not even your wedding portrait that hung on the left wall. You couldn’t help but shoot him a questioning look when you saw it, leaving him blushing once more.

The proof was in front of you - he had never moved on and neither had you. You were both still as hopelessly in love as the day you got married. And although he said that there were no expectations if you stayed the night, you knew exactly what you wanted as he stalked over to you.

He abruptly stopped in front of you, his hand hovering so close to your side you could tell it was almost painful for him to hold back. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly, taking in every detail on your face.

“More sure than I’ve been about anything in a long time, Draco,” you told him with a confident smile. “Take me to bed.”

You said it with such flirtation that he had no room to misinterpret you. And he did not disappoint.

Immediately, his lips were on yours. It was the first kiss you had shared in over five years, and the first one quite like this for even longer.

He devoured you with his mouth, putting every ounce of pent up emotion into it. You could feel his lust bleeding out right along with the love, longing, and pain with every move of his lips. It wasn't long until his tongue was moving against yours and he was pushing you backwards until your legs hit the bed, forcing you to tumble down on to it.

You clutched at his arms on your way down, making sure he stayed as close to you as humanly possible. Soon enough, you both got frustrated with the layers between you and began tearing at each other's clothes, not bothering to stop even when you heard the rips and tears of the garments.

The moment you were naked below him, he pulled back just to stare at you. You didn’t have it in you to act shy, you knew you still looked good.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remembered,” Draco said, and he couldn’t even hold back the desperate breathlessness in his voice. The way he was looking at you made you feel like a goddess, an unstoppable force against his intense grey stare.

And him. He had aged like fine wine in the five years you had spent apart. You weren’t sure if it was just because you hadn’t seen him like this in quite some time - achingly hard and desperate for you - or if he really just looked that damn good, but you weren’t complaining.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk, forcing yourself upwards so you could drag him into another kiss.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, never once breaking the kiss, and brought his body down to press against yours. The second he pulled back, you could see the hunger in his eyes, the desperate need to have you pouring off of him in waves.

Without a word, he hoisted you up so you were fully on the bed before crawling up in between your legs and spreading you open.

“I’ve wanted this everyday for the past five fucking years, Y/N. Since the day we started courting I’ve thought of no one but you. I love you, darling. It’s always been you. Only ever you,” he said softly, stroking your thighs as he spoke.

The anticipation was building inside your body, but his words had your eyes watering. You stared down at him for a moment, looking close to worshiping between your legs, and you were absolutely floored by the rare display of vulnerability he had displayed all day. It was a marvel to watch, and you were so grateful that this second chance got presented to you when it did.

“I love you too, Draco. So much. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about you,” you replied earnestly, keeping it short because you knew your voice was close to wobbling.

He didn’t give you a chance to wallow in your emotions though, because he gave you a deceiving soft smile before his tongue was connected to your clit. He worked you perfectly, as if he still had everything about your body memorized. If his performance was anything to go by; he did.

It wasn’t long until your back was arching, your fingers buried in his platinum hair, his name on your lips as you climaxed on his tongue. The nerves and anticipation from the whole day left your body as you came undone, completely lax on the bed and just waiting to be fucked into the next dimension by your perfect man.

But he didn’t stop there. One orgasm was simply not enough for him apparently, because his tongue never stopped even as you were writhing and squirming and begging on the bed. “Settle down, darling. Just one more. I’ve missed this so much,” he said, his voice several octaves deeper than the last time you heard it.

You mumbled out a few choice curses, but he only chuckled and continued on his mission to make you the luckiest woman in England.

He purposefully dragged this one out, making absolute sure he had his fill of you before this was all over. You were dizzy as your orgasm drew closer, your head spinning and your breath nothing more than pants in between moans. Every time you lifted your head up from the pillows to look at him, he was staring at you with a gaze so intense it made you blush. The man you had been with for nearly twenty years was still making you blush - it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so intense.

You came with a moan that was close to a scream, his tongue and fingers working you through it effortlessly. He finally, fucking finally, pulled away with a satisfied grin across his face. You had an urge to smack him almost as much as you did to pounce on him and fuck him.

As if he could read your mind he said, “Don’t look at me like that. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did, darling.”

You rolled your eyes, but he didn’t pay it any mind as he positioned himself on top of you, the tip of his cock resting against your heated, wet skin. You couldn’t help but rut your hips up against his, his cock dragged across your cunt in a way that made you both moan.

In an impulsive move that screamed ‘fuck it’, Draco plunged his cock inside of you until he was to the hilt. Your entire body shook at the intrusion, a scream you couldn’t hold back flying out of your mouth from the blinding pleasure.

“I’m sorry, fuck. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you, darling?” Draco asked quickly, pulling back to look at your face.

“No, no,” you panted out, forcing your soul to come back to your body to stop his panic. “Feels so good, Draco.”

“Thank Merlin. I really don’t think I can hold back,” he said, his hips already slowly beginning to move against you.

“Don’t,” you said simply, wanting everything and anything this man had to give you.

He stared down at you for one breathless moment before losing himself inside of you like a man possessed. In all your years together, you couldn’t recount a time where the sex had felt quite like this.

Every emotion inside the both of you was so pent up it was rolling out in waves, making the air thick with your lust, your passion, your longing, your pain. Your bodies moved together as if it were a well rehearsed dance, every move growing and building the pressure inside of you. The noises in the room were a symphony born of love, every moan and whimper from your mouth encouraging a groan out of his.

You were shaking as you neared your third climax for the night. Your body was restless beneath his, aching for your release, but he took your hands in his and pinned you to the bed with his body, forcing you to take every last thrust he had to give you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

You barely managed a reply as your orgasm slammed into you at his words, but you practically screamed back “I love you,” as he continued to pound into you.

Your world was reduced down to just the two of you, in the bed you had shared for years and years, your bodies pressed together as close as they possibly could be. You felt him work through his own release after a groan of your name, only prolonging the intense pleasure of yours. You clung to him, knowing your nails were biting into his skin, but also knowing that the feeling only spurred him on.

Finally, he collapsed on the bed beside you, immediately pulling you towards him and tucking you neatly into his side. His fingers gently trailed over your arms, unwilling to stop touching you even if the two of you were tired down to your bones.

“Tonight was perfect,” you suddenly blurted, as if this had been a planned thing.

“It was,” Draco agreed easily, and you knew he wore a smile on his face the same as you. You were both quiet for a moment until he suddenly said, “Stay.”

“I thought we already agreed I was spending the night,” you chuckled.

“I meant forever,” he said quietly, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his shallow breath.

“Oh I, um, I hadn’t thought that far,” you replied nervously, unsure how to respond to his new request.

A million thoughts took over your tired mind. Could you two actually make it work this time? Was the possibility of going through that heartbreak all over again worth it? You loved him just as much as you always had, but the possibility of it not working was utterly terrifying. And Scorpius. How would he react? How would you even tell him? How would he feel if-

“Y/N,” Draco cut off your swirling thoughts, rearranging himself so he could look at you properly. “Breathe, darling. We don’t have to decide anything right this second. I just- After our conversation earlier, we both learned a lot from the first time around and we know exactly what went wrong. We could make this work. At least, I think we could.”

The moment you looked into his eyes, all your panic dissipated. He- This- Yes. Yes was the only word that could come to mind as you stared into his eyes. You wanted this second chance more than anything, fears be damned, and you could make this work come hell or high water.

“I think we could make it work, too,” you agreed, a shy smile coming to your face.

And you truly believed it. There might be difficult moments, but knowing exactly what went wrong the first time would keep you both accountable. And neither of you wanted to experience the heartbreak of being apart again, especially when you both knew the other was the only person in the world for you, so it would be difficult for either of you to do anything to jeopardize this second chance.

“So?” Draco asked exaggeratedly, his eyebrow arched dramatically and a grin that could put the Cheshire Cat’s to shame slowly spread across his face.

“Do you have everything with you?” Narcissa asks her son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When she doesn’t get a response back she looks at her son who’s facing somewhere else.

“Draco?” She tries again to get his attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform is busy with people and he could be focusing on anything. But as his mother she knows exactly what has caught his attention.

A bit further down on the platform, you’re standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who also are here to drop you off. This is the first time Narcissa sees you. She doesn't know who you are, but she has a feeling that she will later get to know that through her son.

“Draco, pay attention to your mother!” Lucius has a firm voice, making Draco turn back his attention to his family. “Sorry, mother! What were you saying?”

Narcissa gives her son a smile. “I just hope that you have everything with you and that you don’t forget to surround yourself with things and people that make you happy.” She says before hugging him, the last part was indirect about you.

Draco nods and starts getting up on the train. Narcissa turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same. Before you get on the train, you flash a big smile to Draco. Narcissa can’t help but smile as she notices how her son blush at your warm smile. This is maybe the beginning of a young love, she thinks.

——

“Here love, another letter from our son.” Lucius says and handles Narcissa the letter that just arrived with the owl.

The front of the envelope is written with a familiar handwriting addressed to her. There is no doubt that it’s Draco who sent the letter. During the semester, Narcissa regularly sends letters and Draco’s favourite cookies. And her son always replies as well with a letter.

“Why do I never get a letter from him?” Lucius jokingly says as he turns to another page of his book. Narcissa chuckles, “If you also start sending cookies, maybe he will mention you in the letter to me at least.” Lucius sighs, but can’t hold back a smile as he still has his eyes on the book.

‘Dear mother, thank you so much for your latest cookie delivery. They are, as usual , delicious.’

Narcissa starts to read Draco’s letter. He always makes sure to thank her for the cookies.

‘The semester is going well. Nothing special has happened since the last time I wrote the letter. But I have found a new assignment partner. Her name is y/n and she is brilliant. I really enjoy working with her as we come along very well, and I really do enjoy her company. She also has a very beautiful smile.

Sincerely,

Your son Draco’

Y/n, maybe that’s the name of the girl at platform 9 ¾, Narcissa can’t help to think about. It doesn’t take many more letters for Narcissa to figure that out. Soon she is sure that it’s the same girl as Draco starts to mention you more and more in his letter to his mother. It makes Narcissa even more excited to receive the letter from her son, as she sees that it is a sign of the beginning of a young love.

——

The next time Narcissa sees her son is during Christmas break. Draco is back at the Malfoy Manor to celebrate Christmas. There is something about Draco that radiates something light and happy. He’s in a very good mood.

“Mother, I can accompany you to the shops if you want.” Draco suggests. Something his mother is not too familiar to hear about. Draco never liked to join when Narcissa went to shops, as according to Draco it takes too long before they get home.

“Of course dear. What’s the occasion?” She knows very well that there must be a reason for her son to want to join.

“Does it have to be a reason?” Narcissa gives Draco a questioning look, which just ensures Draco to realise that his mother knows him too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly says.

“And for whom is this present for?”

Draco flusters, “For y/n.”

Narcissa smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about. Ever since he got home for this break, he has mentioned your name a numerous times. So many times that it feels like Narcissa and Lucius already know you.

Draco and Narcissa walk around the shops to find the perfect present for you. “I want it to be special.” Draco sighs as he walks out from another store.

“Y/n must be special, the way you put so much effort in finding something special for her.”

“She is. She makes my heart feel something.”

Narcissa smiles at the thought of you making Draco feel something special in his heart. This is indeed how it feels because of young love.

——

The next time Narcissa sees you is when she and Lucius visit Dumbledore at Hogwarts. You and Draco are sitting on a bench. The way you two are laughing together at something that one of you just said, Narcissa can’t help but stop and just look at the two of you.

That’s until Draco turns his head towards where Narcissa and Lucius are standing. Draco’s eyes widen as he’s in shock seeing his parents on the school ground.

Swiftly he makes his way towards them. “Father! Mother! What are you doing at Hogwarts?”

“Draco.” Lucius greets his son. “Meeting with Dumbledore.”

“And you must be y/n.” Narcissa says as you have caught up with Draco now and are standing beside him.

“Yes. Pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Malfoy.”

Narcissa notices the necklace around your neck. The same necklace she and Draco went to look for as a Christmas present for you. It makes Narcissa smile that you’re wearing it.

She’s also happy that she finally has had a chance to meet you and talk to you. Just then, she knew why her son liked you so much.

——

Another day when Narcissa had just been visiting Hogwarts, she went to Hogsmeade before heading home.

That’s when you accidentally bump into her. “I’m so sorry, Mrs Malfoy!”

“Y/n, so happy to see you here.” Narcissa shines up into a smile right away, happy to see you.

“Likewise!” You give a warm smile back.

“You should visit the Malfoy Manor someday. I’m so happy that Draco finally has someone who he likes so much. That boy hasn’t stopped talking about you for even a second this school year.” Narcissa chuckles but stops talking as soon as she sees the expression on your face.

“Draco likes me?”

Narcissa by reflex slaps her hand over her mouth. She really thought that Draco had already confessed to you. Something he wrote in his letter weeks ago that he was going to do.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Malfoy, but I really have to go.” You stutter your words and start to run back to Hogwarts. Narcissa really hopes that she hadn’t done anything bad.

That evening when she came home she felt a headache over how she could help her son fix this mess she created.

“What’s wrong, love?” Lucius sits down beside her on the sofa.

“I made a mistake. I ran into y/n today and thought Draco had already confessed liking her, but he hadn’t. So, I accidentally said too much.” Narcissa sigh.

“That may be why your son wrote you a letter today.” Lucius says and takes out a white envelope addressed to Narcissa. “Maybe it’s not so bad.” Lucius tries to assure Narcissa.

‘Mother!

Apparently you told y/n that I like her before I even had the chance to confess. After your meeting with her at Hogsmeade she looked for me. I can assure you that this was not the way I had planned to confess to her. But I want to thank you, because of you she knew this earlier than when I would have found the courage to tell her. So now I’m wondering, can she stay with us during Easter break?

Sincerely,

Your son Draco’

“I guess the letter was good news?” Lucius asks Narcissa since he sees how she’s smiling at the letter.

“Very good.” Narcissa replies.

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When the Easter break comes, you’re staying at the Malfoy Manor. Narcissa is in her bedroom to open the window. That’s when she sees you and Draco outside in the garden.

“C’mon Draco.” You say and drag Draco up from the chair. By holding his hands you start to dance with him.

Narcissa sees how her son shines up into a smile. Not even the sun on this beautiful spring weather is shining more than the smile on Draco’s face.

This might be young love, but this is something that was going to last. Narcissa can’t help just standing there and smiling.

“Thank you, y/n.” She whispers for herself.

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