The Silk Space

"Hello, there," Draco drawled, leaning against the edge of the table where the woman sat alone. His words were slightly slurred, but his charm was still intact. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're even more stunning up close."

This, of course, was not true. Though she vaguely resembled y/n from afar, from up close he could see that her nose wasn’t the right shape, her eyes didn’t hold the same passionate chaos, her lips didn’t form into the smile that only she could possibly form.

The woman smiled coyly, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. "Well you’re quite the charmer," she replied. "What brings someone like you to a place like this?"

Draco chuckled, the sound hollow even to his own ears. "Just looking for a bit of company, something to take the edge off," he admitted, his gaze lingering on her lips before meeting her eyes once more. "How about you? What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing in a bar all alone?"

She laughed, a light, airy sound that seemed to raise the hair on Draco’s neck at its wrongness. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the right person to come along and make my night interesting.”

Draco pushed aside every instinct that screamed agains the unfamiliarity of her, and he raised an eyebrow at her playful response. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well then, consider your night officially interesting. I'm Draco, by the way."

For a split second, he imagined he saw a spark of recognition in her eyes, but it vanished just as quickly, and the woman extended a delicate hand, her fingers cool against his skin. "Nice to meet you, Draco. I'm Lila."

He took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Lila," he repeated, the relief that she hadn’t immediately recognized him as the ex-death eater disgraced Malfoy heir making the name roll easily off his tongue. "That's a beautiful name."

Draco continued to fulfill the obligatory banter between himself and Lila, listening as she spoke animatedly about her interests and passions. He nodded and hummed, but he quickly felt the familiar sting of emptiness fill him at the juxtaposition of this beautiful woman who has dreams to speak of, while he has nothing but emptiness and shame. Nothing to offer the world except generational wealth that was earned solely at the cost of others.

"Draco? You seem distant, is everything alright?"

He blinked, focusing on her face. He hadn’t even realized he’d zoned out. "Yeah, sorry. Just... a lot on my mind," he admitted, tracing the rim of his glass with a finger.

"Anything you want to talk about?" she offered gently, her hand reaching out to rest on his thigh. The contact sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the physical connection he so deeply craved.

For a brief moment, Draco considered opening up to her, sharing the burden of his past. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, he forced a smile and shook his head. "It's nothing, really."

the lights in the bar began to flicker, signaling the approaching closing time. Draco drained the last of his firewhiskey, the warmth of the drink mixed with the intense hollowness that had been brewing within him throughout the evening. He turned to Lila, his eyes searching hers in the dimming light.

"It's getting late," he began, his voice low and tinged with the remnants of his earlier confidence. "I live nearby. Would you like to continue this conversation at my place?"

Lila smirked, clearly pleased at the expected invitation. "Sure, Draco. I'd like that."

He stood, offering his hand to help her up from her seat. They made their way out of the bar, the chill of the night air sobering him slightly as they walked to the apparition point.

Draco apparated them directly into the master suite. He had stopped bothering with the formality of the sitting room or a polite nightcap 10 random women ago.

Lila seems equally unbothered. She smirks up at Draco, one hand caressing his chest, the other his thigh, and Draco forces himself to lean into her touch. A new woman touches him just like this almost every night, but it never gives him what he needs. It’s never her touch. He looks down at Lila, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that should make his heart race.

her hands and lips continue their slow exploration of him, and he mindlessly feels along her body as well, closing his eyes, trying so hard to lose himself in her.

His eyes open as her fingers move from his collarbone to trace the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light as she drags her tongue up his neck to his ear. "You don't have to do anything," she whispers, her breath warm against his ear. "Just let go, Draco.

In that moment, Draco made a decision. He would allow himself this respite, this temporary escape from the relentless torment of his memories.

With a resigned sigh, Draco closes his eyes, surrendering to the illusion that Lila could somehow fill the void left by y/n for tonight. He turned his face towards hers, their lips meeting in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and longing. Her hands roamed over his chest, pulling him closer as the intensity of their connection grew.

Draco's own hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the y/h/c strands that reminded him so much of his lost love. He deepened the kiss, seeking solace in the physical closeness, the warmth of a body against his.

They moved together, a tangle of limbs and heated whispers. Clothes were shed hastily, each piece falling to the floor like forgotten memories. In the dim light of the room, Draco caught glimpses of Lila’s form, her beauty undeniable, yet unfamiliar. his heart ached for the one woman he couldn't have.

Yet, between the dim light of the bedroom, and the haze of alcohol clouding his senses, Draco allowed himself once again to succumb to his nightly fantasy. The curves of the woman’s body beneath him, the softness of her skin, the sound of her breaths – for a fleeting moment, he could close his eyes and almost believe it was y/n.

His hands explored her eagerly, tracing the contours of her body as if memorizing every inch. He whispered her name – "y/n" – a slip of the tongue that went unnoticed in the heat of the moment.

Lila responded with a passion that matched his own, her hands running through his hair, down his back, pulling him closer. It was nothing like the tender, loving, knowing touch of y/n and still.

They moved together in a rhythm fueled by desire and the need for connection, however temporary it might be. Draco's mind swirled with emotions – guilt, longing, pleasure, and an overwhelming sense of loss. Each touch, each kiss, each shared gasp of breath was a desperate attempt to recapture her.

Draco groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her devastatingly unfamiliar perfume. He kissed and nipped at her collarbone, desperate to anchor himself in the moment, to keep the ghosts of memory at bay.

“Missed you,” he mumbled against her skin, voice rough with emotion and whiskey.

But it wasn’t her. Not really. And as much as he wanted to drown himself in this illusion, the ache behind his ribs remained. Unrelenting. Unforgiving.

His hands gripped her waist tighter than necessary, chasing something real—something he’d never had since she was ripped away from him: Love. Belonging. Safety. Comfort.

He needed her to hold him. To stroke his hair like she used to. To tell him he was safe. That she forgave him. That she still loved him, even after everything.

Instead, he had Lila. And she would have to be enough.

Because he didn’t know how to ask for what he really needed—not out loud. Not with words.

Draco pulled back slightly, his breathing uneven as he gazed down at at the ghost of y/n—at Lila—that lingered in his mind. His vision blurred, whether from the effects of the firewhiskey or unshed tears, he wasn’t sure. Everything felt hazy, dreamlike, like he was floating somewhere between past and present.

“I need…” he started, voice hoarse and uncertain, before trailing off. His fingers tightened briefly on her shoulders before softening, almost apologetically.

He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. Because he didn’t know how to say what he meant—how to explain that he needed her to stay, to hold him, to remind him he wasn’t completely broken beyond repair. He needed her to be her—to be y/n, even though she wasn’t.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the movement of his lips against hers. One hand slid up to cup the side of her face, thumb brushing lightly over her cheekbone as if mapping out a substitute for the one he truly needed beneath him.

His fingers trembled slightly as they traced the curve of her jaw, his thumb sweeping over her bottom lip. For a second, he hesitated—as if silently asking permission, silently begging whatever part of y/n still lived in his memory to forgive him for this betrayal.

Then he gave in.

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes shut tight, as if trying to block out the truth.

He needed the illusion to hold, even if just for a little longer. His hands searched for purchase on her body, grounding himself in the warmth she provided. Every touch was frantic, hungry—not just for sex, but for reassurance, for comfort, for something he hadn’t felt in years.

Draco let out a ragged moan as he continued to thrust into her, his entire body tensing at the sensation. When she whispered his name—soft, breathless, nearly drowned out by the crackling fire in the corner—it sounded wrong. Too casual. Too unfamiliar.

His jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut, and he gritted his teeth against the wave of shame that crashed over him even as desire burned hot in his blood. He should stop. Should pull away. Should apologize.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he did what he always did—he ran straight into the arms of self-destruction, chasing the ghost of a woman who once held his heart in the safest, softest place it had ever known.

He bent forward, bracing himself on either side of her head, and began to move harder, faster, chasing something he could never reach. Redemption. Forgiveness. Oblivion.

“Yes… yes…” he muttered under his breath, though it wasn’t Lila’s name that slipped free—it was hers. Always hers.

“Y/n…” he choked out, the name escaping like a prayer laced with sin, his voice raw and trembling as he drove into her with reckless abandon. The word echoed in the cold, cavernous room—the same room where he had spent countless nights imagining her, dreaming of her, cursing the day she was torn away from him.

Each thrust was punishing, desperate, as if he could force the memory of her into the spaces she had left behind. His muscles strained, heartbeat roaring in his ears.

Lila whimpered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders, but Draco barely registered it. All he could feel was the phantom weight of y/n—her laughter, her touch, the way she used to look at him like he mattered, like he hung the moon.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

“Say it again,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes still tightly shut. “Say my name again…”

He didn’t want to hear Lila’s voice. He wanted to hear her’s Even if it was a lie.

Draco’s breath hitched as he waited, straining with the effort to hold on. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, filled only by the rhythmic crackle of the fire and the pounding of his own heart.

Then, blessed relief—Lila obliged.

“Draco,” she breathed, her voice soft and yielding, laced with the heat of the moment. Not /her/ voice. Not quite. But close enough in the dark.

Something inside him fractured.

His control snapped.

He kissed her hungrily, swallowing the sound of her sigh as he moved inside her, losing himself in the rhythm once more. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping almost too tightly, anchoring himself to this illusion, this fragile, fleeting moment where he could pretend he wasn’t alone.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes—whether from grief, guilt, or sheer exhaustion, he didn’t know. Maybe all three.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely audible, as he came inside her. Not just to Lila—for using her, for pretending—but to y/n, wherever she was. For failing her. Again and again.

Draco collapsed atop her, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts, his body spent but his soul still restless. The weight of what he’d done—again— settled over him like a suffocating blanket, pressing down until he could hardly breathe. His face was buried in her neck, damp with tears. bitter and hollow tears.

He didn’t move for a long time.

Inside, he was screaming. On the outside, he was silent—just the steady rise and fall of his chest, the tremble in his fingertips as they curled loosely beside her head.

He had said her name again. Had begged for it. Pretended.

Failed.

A single tear escaped, sliding down his nose and disappearing into the pillow beside her. Whether from regret or sorrow or the unbearable weight of missing her so damn much, he couldn’t say.

Eventually, he rolled off of her, lying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling, the darkness pressing in from all sides. He could hear Lila’s soft breathing beside him, the rustle of sheets as she shifted.

He didn’t look at her.

Draco stared at the ceiling, the shadows dancing from the dying fire casting ghosts across the room. His chest felt hollow, like something vital had been carved out of him and left to rot. The silence between them was deafening, louder than any scream he could muster.

He swallowed hard, throat dry, tongue heavy. The taste of firewhiskey and regret clung to his mouth.

Beside him, Lila stirred, shifting toward him, probably expecting him to pull her close, to murmur sweet nonsense into her ear, to pretend he cared beyond the physical.

He couldn’t.

Instead, he dragged a shaking hand down his face, wiping away the traces of tears, and exhaled sharply.

"You should go," he muttered, voice hoarse, barely recognizing it as his own.

There was a pause. A hesitation.

"What?" Lila asked softly, confusion lacing her tone.

Draco finally turned his head to look at her. In the dim light, her eyes were wide, her lips parted in surprise. He saw disappointment flicker there, maybe hurt, and he hated himself a little more.

"I’m sorry.” Draco muttered, turning away from her, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and resting his elbows on his knees. His fingers dug into his temples, pressing hard as if he could physically squeeze the noise out of his skull—the noise of her breathing, the noise of his own traitorous thoughts.

“Please,” he continued, voice quieter now, brittle at the edges. “You…you should go.”

Lila sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around her waist as she watched him. There was anger in her expression, and maybe something else, maybe pity. Something he hated seeing.

“Draco,” she said carefully, “do you want to talk about it?”

His nose twitched in anger. “No.”

Another beat of silence passed between them.

He stood abruptly, grabbing a discarded shirt from the floor and yanking it over his head. The room suddenly felt too small, too full of ghosts he couldn’t fight off.

“You can use my fireplace.” he said stiffly, already walking toward the door. “Or just aparate.”

She huffed, rising angrily from the bed to dress herself. “Should’ve known. Down know what I expected from a Malfoy.”

3 years ago this comment would have gutted him. Now he simply agrees with it. How could he not? Look what he has become. He sobbed once Lila was gone.

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Draco groaned as consciousness clawed its way back into his skull, sharp and unwelcome. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains like daggers, slicing into his brain and making his stomach churn. His mouth tasted like ash and old firewhiskey, and his head pounded with the kind of vengeance only a night of excessive drinking could deliver.

He opened one eye cautiously, immediately regretting it. The room spun lazily, the ornate furniture of the Manor swimming in and out of focus.

He was alone.

Of course he was.

The sheets beside him were cold, untouched by anyone but himself. No trace of Lila remained except for the faint imprint of her perfume clinging stubbornly to the pillows—and even that was fading fast.

He rolled onto his back with a grunt, dragging both hands down his face. His fingers trembled slightly.

Draco grumbles, still stubbornly hesitant to open up. A moment passes before he speaks again.

“He’s just constantly on my arse about everything.” He says, finally with some emotion in his voice. “I’m already practically doing his job on top of my own and he acts like I sit around and do nothing all day, It’s ridiculous.” He says, you try to hide your smile as the familiar passion returns to his voice, sending a wave of affection and protectiveness through your chest. You know that’s not the entire reason his boss is upsetting him, but it’s something you can work with. You scoff.

“That’s awful. You’re the hardest working person in that office. And I’m SURE the higher ups can see that too” He tries and fails to hide a smirk. He was always a complete sucker for your praise. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had his job within the next year…” you hesitate before bringing up your next point. “You know why he has it out for you don’t you?” You say, trying to scope out what he already knows. You were friends with some of the women in his office, and youve always been particularly good at worming gossip out of people. He furrows his eyebrows and looks down at you, tensing slightly, nervous that you might be referring to his past.

“What are you talking about?” He asks.

“Well…you didn’t hear this from me…” his demeanor shifts as he realizes you’re talking about something recent, new gossip. He shifts to listen to you better and can’t stop an intrigued smirk from gracing his face. You knew that one of Draco’s favorite pastimes has always been gossip.

“But according to Margret-“

“You talk to Margret?” He says cutting you off.

“Ya, she joins us for Sunday book club and brunch sometimes. Get a couple mimosas in her and you’d be shocked at the stuff that comes out of her mouth. Anyway, she says they’ve been eyeing you for that position for months now.” Draco’s eyes go wide and you try not to smile at his genuine look of shock. Truthfully, it’s always a surprise to him when someone recognizes him for more than a former death eater. It simply wasn’t something that happened very often. “It sounds like it’s really just a matter of finding a reason to…you know…make the position available.” You finish. Draco looks down at you, eyes still wide

“You’re joking” he says.

“No, he’s been on the chopping block for a while apparently.” You look up at Draco and lower your voice a bit. “Did you know he’s been PIP’d?”

Draco looked a bit shocked.

“What?? When was he PIP’d?”

“I don’t know Margret didn’t say.”

He scoffs.

“You’re useless.” He jokes still unable to keep a smile off his face. You giggle. “I…had my suspicions.” he says.

“Ya? What have you heard?” You ask, a bit of excitement creeping into your voice.

“Just that he’s been messing up a lot lately. Apparently he breached a piece of classified information to the news and the department heads had a job of covering it back up.” He says, lifting your hand and returning it to his neck, a quiet request for another massage. You smile as you continue to rub his neck and he hums contently, closing his eyes, the soft smile still visible on his face.

“Don’t tell anyone what I told you, Margret will know it came from me.” You say. He kisses your head.

“Lips are sealed.” He tells you.

You let out a relaxed sigh as you cuddle closer into him and lower your hands to rub his shoulders and upper back. He groans as you find a particularly soar spot and you focus your hands on the knot. “I’m so proud of you. Getting to that high of a position at your age is remarkable really.” He tries to hide the smile as his heart skips a beat. God how he was affected by your praise.

“It’s…it’s not that big a deal.” He says, rolling his eyes.

You scoff. “Yes it is, you know it is. I don’t know why you’re so insistent on downplaying how incredible you are all the time.” You say in an irritated tone, yet also unable to keep the smile from your face.

Draco grumbles and turns red. “Shut up.” He says, turning embarrassed, trying to hide how much he truly craves your praise.

You kiss his collarbone.

“You could make me shut up.” You feel him shiver as you work your mouth up from his collarbone to the base of his neck. His breath hitches as he stifles a groan. He scoffs, trying his best to sound unaffected.

“You know I can shut you up whenever I want.”

You smile against his skin.

“Well you’re not…does that mean you don’t want me to shut up? Or…?” You say playfully, nipping his collarbone and gliding your hands up the back of his shirt to gently scratch the skin on his back. This time he fails to hold back his groan. He swallows trying to keep some semblance of control. “Shutting you up is just more trouble than it’s worth.” He says smirking, carelessly caressing your waist. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Whatever you say pretty boy.”

He scowls at the pet name. His cheeks turning pink as tries his best to hide how much it affects him, but the tent in his pants is betraying him.

“Don’t call me that.” He says shortly. You hold back a giggle as you feel his skin heat up.

“Rich boy.” You say, fully trying to rile him up now. He grits his teeth.

“Stop it.” He says with a bit more force as his face blushes deeper. You smile at how easy it was to get him riled up. You pepper kisses all over his collarbone and caress his back lightly with your nails. He curses internally as your movements slowly chip away at his resolve. “I thought I wasn’t worth the trouble of shutting up?” You say playfully, looking up at him. He huffs, scowling again now. “You’re infuriating.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Only for you my love” you say, finally bringing your lips to his sweet spot right below his ear and sucking on it, leaving little love bites and licks. He holds back a moan as your hand runs down his chest and abs, drinking in the feeling of his perfect skin and lean muscles. You can tell he’s trying to hold back, to make you apologize for your name calling. To make you beg for him, but in truth, your touches and love bites and pet names are going straight to his cock, and he feels it twitch against his pants when you call him your love. He grips his fingers into your back and then moves his hands to caress your sides. “You’re a pain in my arse.” He says with as steady of a voice as he can manage.

You moan softly against his neck when you feel his hard cock twitch against your lower stomach. “You can stop me anytime you like.” You whisper, tickling his neck with your breath. You kiss up his jawline, and slide your hand down lower into his pants and across his hip bones and V. He shudders as you move your hand lower, nearly touching the base of his cock, then gently scratching back up to his lower abs. You hear his breath hitch and feel his jaw clench under your lips in a desperate attempt not to give into you as your hand moves lower again, stopping just above his length, and he can’t help the slight arch of his hips. you move your mouth to kiss the column of his neck. “Not gonna stop me? Then what do you want me to do Draco?” Your hand goes lower once more, nearly brushing against his dick but once again missing it to gently caress his thigh. You kiss down his chest and look up into his eyes. He curses under his breath, hating the fact that you’d barely touched him and he was already throbbing and aching for more.

“You know damn well what I want.”

You hum against his skin and caress his inner thigh. “I think you know damn well what I want too Draco.” You whisper into his chest. His jaw clenches and his nose twitches, his breath shallow and ragged as he holds on to his very last shred of control. “You’re-you’re a needy brat.” He hisses at you, but his words are shaky and don’t sound very threatening. You giggle at the irony of him calling you a ‘needy brat’, then prop yourself up on your side and push him onto his back, resting one leg over his. You ever so gently touch the tip of his cock with one finger through his sweatpants, slowly circling the damp spot with a feather light touch. “Something tells me you don’t mind it all that much.” You whisper into his ear while you continue your torturously light circles on his clothed tip. The second your finger makes contact with him, he jolts his hips up and lets out the most pathetic little whimper, you thought you would come just from hearing the sweet sound. You continue to circle his tip while taking his hand in yours, and placing it under your shirt onto your breast. He instinctively cups it and caresses your nipple with his thumb. He released a groan that he had been holding back. He couldn’t take it anymore, you were right, he was aching, leaking, desperate for you. “God damn you.” He says, finally loosing control and grabbing your chin to pull you into a deep kiss. You feel him start to roll over to be on top of you, but you beat him to it. You climb on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down on either side of his head, then return your lips to his sweet spot. He gasps, the sudden shift in position and the feeling of being pinned down sending a jolt of arousal through him. He can feel you trembling slightly from your place on top of him, relishing the fact that you’re as desperate as he is, your kisses on his neck making his head spin.

"F-fuck..." he says.

You moan as you feel his throbbing hard length brush your heat through your clothes. Loosing your own resolve, you give into him and grind your hips down onto his, rubbing your clit on his cock. You both moan at the long-awaited friction, and you let out a shaky moan into his ear. “You feel so good Draco”

He shivers, his hands instinctively tug at the grip you have on his wrists which only makes you tighten your hold on him. He whimpers and you quiet him with a passionate kiss.

“Fuck…let me…let me touch you” he says breaking the kiss.

“What’s the magic word?” You say in a soft voice against his lips, then move your mouth to gently nip at his earlobe, and begin to grind down harder on him. Draco grunts and grits his teeth.

“Please.” He says through gritted teeth. You let out a desperate moan when you hear him beg. It’s not often that Draco Malfoy uses the word please, especially not in the bedroom, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your sex. As soon as you release his wrists, he sits up and his hands are all over you, ripping your shirt off as you do the same to him. Once you’re both topless, you push him back down with the force of your body and arch your back into him so that your breasts are pressed against his chest. He moans at the feeling and scratches down your back as you slip your tongue inside his mouth and let it dance with his. His hands feel down your sides until they get to your pants and pull them down, you lower your mouth to kiss and lick his chest down to his stomach and hips as you slide his pants down as well. You moan as his cock springs free from his pajama pants, red and throbbing and weeping, he shivers and twitches into you as you place one open mouthed kiss on his tip, tasting his pre-cum, before coming back up and rubbing your bare pussy on his cock, soaking it in your arousal as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck for a moment letting him listen to your soft moans and gasps and feel your breath on his neck. “God…you feel so good…” he says in a misty voice, his brain was shut off, there was nothing in the world except you and what you were doing to him, and he loved it. He loved when you just let him relax and pleasured him like this. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and says “I…I need you…”

You moan softly at his confession and take his cock in your hand, lining it up with your entrance while whispering in his ear, “I need you too Draco.” You cup his face in your other hand and leave a long, loving kiss on his temple as you slowly, inch by inch sink down onto him, feeling him stretch you. He lets out a strangled whimper, and his hands immediately go to your ass. You stay still for just a moment, adjusting to his size while pulling him into a slow, passionate kiss, when you’re ready to move, you gasp and let out a shaky moan against his lips, and he lets out a quiet groan into yours. You both connect your lips and swallow each other’s breaths and moans while you quicken your pace on him.

“Mmmmmh…God Draco-“ the rest of your sentence gets lost in moans as he thrusts up to meet your movements, and his hands guide you into a faster pace. You raise your head to look at his face, and you feel a jolt of arousal at the sight. Your beautiful boyfriend had his eyes scrunched shut, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips slightly parted as heavy, uneven breaths left them. He was completely lost in you and it made you moan and ride him faster, circling your hips back and forth. You hear a soft whimper and watch as Draco’s eyes shut even tighter, and his eyebrows twitch into a more desperate expression. You had teased him so much that he was already close. You smirked as you watched him trying desperately to hold off his high with all the focus he could muster. The sight and the subtle whimpers that were leaving his lips made the coil in your stomach start to tighten. You lowered yourself again to nip at his earlobe and whisper in his ear. “I’m s-so” you gasp as he twitches inside of you, “I’m so close Draco.” He hugs your body closer against his and digs his fingers into your back. “Mmmmmh….fuck…me too” he moans into your neck. Your moans become higher pitched and you grasp his hair and feel yourself begin to clench around him. “O G-god! Drac-Draco!” You manage to get out between moans as you feel his hips start to jolt into you at a fast and uneven pace.

The combination of you clenching around him, the sweet sound of your high moans, and the way you tug his hair pushes him over the edge. He groans, hips jerking upwards as he starts to come. His grip on your hips tightens impossibly.

"Fuck...mmmh...shit y/n-“ he moans., burying his face in your neck.

As soon as you feel him spilling into you, your coil snaps and you come hard, moaning shakily and clenching around his twitching cock as he emptys himself into you. His soft moans continuously spill into your neck at the feeling of you clenching him even tighter while he rides out his high.

You slow your pace and gently rock against him until he’s whimpering and shaking at the sensitivity, and you’re sure he’s given you every last drop of cum he can. His grip on your hips eases slightly, though his hold remains firm. He gasps, trying to catch his breath, his face still buried in your neck. “Fuck. Goddamnit.” He says, his voice muffled. You leave a long, loving kiss on his temple which he melts into, and rest your tired body on his. You keep him inside of you for just a moment longer while you gently stroke his shoulder and head with your thumbs. You know Draco loves staying in you for a little while afterwards. He finds the feeling of you fully against him, still so intimately connected extremely soothing, the simple caress of your thumbs relaxing him even more.

“I love you Draco.” You whisper into his soft hair.

He lifts his head from your neck, and cups your face in his hands, bringing your forehead to his and meeting your gaze. “I…I love you too.” He says softly. Your heart swells and you can’t hold back a grin at his words. You pull him into a sweet kiss. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had said it, but it was rare for Draco to tell you that he loved you. He was never taught how to be affectionate or even kind with his words, and he was constantly showing you his love in other ways, but it’s always so special when you hear him say it.

He smiles into the kiss, feeling warmth spread throughout his chest when he sees the grin on your face, and knows that he’s the one who put it there. He caresses your temples with his thumbs for a moment until you break away and reach up to the nightstand to grab your wand. He watches his cum spill out of you. A pang of possessiveness washes through him and he instinctively tightens the grip on your hips for a moment. You come back and peck his lips before casting a spell to clean up the mess the two of you made.

Draco watches you cast the spell, the part of him which still feels extremely possessive over the fact that he just came inside of you is oddly sad to see the mess gone, but he shakes it off and pulls you back into his embrace next to him. You wrap your arms around him as well and place a small kiss on his chest. “I love when you cum in me.” You say quietly against him. A smug smirk tugs at his lips and he tangles his fingers through your hair. “You do, huh?” He drawls, his voice dripping with his usual smugness that you’ve come to love.

His tone makes you blush a bit. “Mhm.”

Seeing you blush just makes his smirk grow.

“You get all flustered just talking about it.” He teases, and you blush deeper, unable to keep a smile from your lips.

“Shut up Malfoy.” You say gently flicking his chest.

His smirk grows ever wider and he quietly clicks his tongue. “aw someone’s embarrassed” he says, clearly making fun of you. You let out a silent laugh and roll your eyes. “He gives me the best orgasm of my life and then goes RIGHT back to bullying me.” You say. Draco barks out a genuine laugh and you smile.

“Well can you blame me? You’re such an easy target.” He says lightly scratching your head. You laugh and cuddle further into him, leaning into his scratches. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You tell him, grinning widely against his chest. He grins.

“You calling me cute? That’s rich.” He says.

“You’re rich.” You retort. He sits for a moment processing your comeback.

“Well…that’s true.” He says, amused. You both giggle at the dumb joke.

“You’re a menace.” He says, tugging lightly on a chunk of hair playfully. You smile and raise your lips to his.

“I’m your menace and you’re stuck with me.” You say against his lips before kissing him softly. He smiles and deepens the kiss, feeling his possessiveness flaring up inside him again. He breaks the kiss and nuzzles your nose.

“Damn right you’re mine.” You smile and giggle at his little butterfly kisses.

“And thank God for that.” You say sleepily, now pulling his body into your embrace, placing his head on your chest and cradling him tightly in your arms. Draco goes easily as you tug him into position, wrapping his own arms around you and burrowing his face into your neck. He lets out a content sigh as you lightly kiss his head.

“Sleepy?” You ask as you start to massage his back again.

You reached his door and knocked as quietly as you could. He didn’t answer the first time, so you knocked again. No answer. Maybe he was just asleep.

You very quietly opened the door and slipped in. He didn’t immediately notice you, but your eyes widened the second you saw what he was doing.

He was lying on top of the covers, his eyes closed shut, gripping his cock and pumping it fast while he panted and let a grunt escape from his lips which were pressed together, closed as tightly as his eyes in an attempt to stay quiet.

You knew you shouldn’t have walked in on him, he deserves his privacy, but you couldn’t help the intense shock of arousal that came over you at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend lost in pleasure. “Draco? -oh! Sorry! Sorry!” You cry once you see him, covering your eyes. He jumped and looked at you in horrified embarrassment, covering himself with the blankets and turning bright red. “Ah! What- I’m sorry I- bloody hell! what are you-what are you doing here!?” He asks, flustered as he trips over his words.

You and Draco had been intimate several times, he had no reason to be embarrassed, but the shaming and taboo stigma around masturbation was something else that came with growing up in such a ‘proper’ family.

You turned red and couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over the parts of his body he hadn’t covered up. His hair was free from the perfect gelled style he had worn to meet your parents, his toned shoulders hunched in a bit in his embarrassment, and one of his hands hiding under the blanket, probably wet with precum.

Your eyes turned darker and you looked at him with a starving hunger that overwhelmed and disoriented Draco even more than he already was as he fought to pull himself out of the daze of pleasure he had just been in. His cock twitched under the blanket and his face turned even redder.

You couldn’t stop a grin from spreading over your blushing face. “Want some help?” You asked after you got over the initial shock and gathered your wits.

Draco shifted and swallowed, trying to pull himself together “I…ya-I would love some help” he finally says, as his shock and embarrassment turned into shy excitement. a smile crept onto his face as you crossed the room quickly and pulled him into a passionate kiss the second you climbed onto the bed.

You felt down his bare chest and stomach and pushed the blanket off of him, revealing his cock which was already rock hard and throbbing due to his actions. It twitched up when you freed it from the blanket, and Draco tangled his fingers in your hair at the base of your skull while his other hand began to rapidly feel up and down your body, squeezing and scratching at his favorite places.

His breathing was heavy and his movements were desperate, you could tell he had completely worked himself up thinking about you before you walked in.

He whimpered as you pulled away to take off your shirt, then move your body a bit farther down his as you straddled one of his legs, your arms on either side of his torso supporting you, and kissed his chest down to his abs while your breasts hung down and softly brushed against his tip, he shivered and bucked up involuntarily into the gentle touch. You couldn’t stop a moan from escaping your lips at how desperate and sensitive he was for you.

You rested your body next to his, his arm cuddling you into him as you kept one of your legs wrapped over his and kissed his jawline while caressing his stomach, slowly moving your hand lower and lower.

He used the arm that was wrapped around you to caress your sides, and he began hungrily kneading your breasts with his other hand, his breathing picking up as your teasing touch drives him crazy, his hips jolting into the air. Finally you wrap your hand around his cock and he lets out a shaky whimper as you pull him into a kiss.

He bucks into your hand at a fast pace for just a moment before pulling away from the kiss and taking your hand in his, removing it from his cock. You looked into his eyes and you could tell it took him every ounce of self control to stop you. He blushes deeply and looks down, breaking your gaze.

“I…I don’t want to disappoint you…I was…nearly finished when you came in truthfully…”

he admits shyly. You felt a wave of arousal hit you as he admitted how close he already was. You smile at the sweet, wonderful boy in your arms, and then you give him a small scoff.

“Draco you’ve never disappointed me in bed before, I doubt you’ll start now.”

You tell him with a slight edge of sass. His smirk begins to return to his blushed face and he pushes you down onto the bed, still holding your hand, now pinning it and your other hand against the covers, and hovers above you, kissing just below your ear.

“Good because I want to focus on you right now.”

He says in his normal confident drawl. He holds himself up by his knees which are straddling one of your legs, and his hands which are pinning yours down on either side of your head, snd continues to kiss and lick below your ear, gently nipping your earlobe. You gasp gently and you let your eyes roll back at the feeling of his mouth on your skin, and his erection gently poking your mound from above, leaving a wet spot of precum.

He releases one of your hands to gently caress your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple as you lift your free hand to tangle your fingers in his hair. He starts to move down your neck, gently sucking the soft skin. You shiver and let out a shaky breath, “no-no marks Draco” you say between shaky breaths. You were staying at your parents’ house after all. He lets out a small huff in slight frustration against your skin and his hot breath gives you goosebumps. “I won’t…not on your neck anyways.” He mumbles against you and continues to gently kiss and lick your neck and caress your breast.

You pull your other hand out from his grasp and wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him down against yourself.

He lets out a deep moan when his body meets yours. You feel his erection against your lower stomach and one of his legs in between yours, brushing against the place you want him the most. You moan and grind yourself against his leg.

You feel him smirk against your skin as he pushes his leg into you, and his sensitive cock twitches when you rub against it and scratch lightly at his back. His breath hitched and he moves down your body a bit more quickly now, trying to avoid the friction against his cock, clearly still feeling a bit too close to his release than he’d like.

He pauses to suck on your nipple before moving lower and toying with the waist band of your pajama shorts, hooking his fingers into the band, and simply caressing the skin there instead of pulling them down.

He looks up at you and starts to kiss the top of your pelvic bone, quickly escalating to licking and then sucking harshly at the skin, leaving the mark he promised earlier.

You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair, and bucking your hips up towards him, starting to feel desperate yourself.

Draco moves one of his hands to grip your hip, and the other he places flat on the spot just above your mound and gently pushes down so that you can feel a faint shadow of pressure on your g-spot within.

You whimper as his mouth moves slightly higher to leave another mark on your abs and the hand on your stomach moves to caress your inner thigh. “Please Draco! No more teasing!” You beg in a breathy tone.

He smirks

“Be patient darling, you’re the one who interrupted me after all.” You can hear the smirk and the cockiness in his tone. You drove him crazy, and now he’s going to do the same to you. You whimper as his lips finally place gentle kisses down your stomach and onto your clothed cunt.

You moan and buck up into his face. He places a long kiss on your clit, applying enough pressure for you to feel it through your shorts, but still not nearly enough.

You needed more of him so bad. You moan and gasp, rubbing yourself on his lips, so desperate for anything, even that little bit of friction through your shorts. Draco takes his lips off of you, and moves them over, placing sweet, soft kisses on your thigh now.

You whimper at the loss of contact, and prop yourself up on your elbows, gently taking his chin in your hand, making him look up at you.

“PLEASE Draco, you’re driving me so crazy I can’t take it anymore! Please eat me, finger me, do anything Draco I’m begging you!”

You say, trying to keep your voice down, looking at him with nothing but desperation in your eyes. He smirks as a bit of fire appears in his eyes.

“How do you think I feel? Being walked in on when I’m so fucking close.”

He says with an angry smirk on his face, then his face scrunched slightly in anger as he smacks your clit while still keeping eye contact with you. You gasp and jolt, falling back lower on your arms.

“Honestly y/n someone’s got to teach you some manners. Interrupting me and then begging for my help while I sit here on the edge.”

He says in a faux angry voice while he rips your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them to the ground behind him.

You swallow as you feel yourself throb and grow impossibly wetter at his attitude switch.

He looks down at your soaking core, still gently thrusting up towards his face involuntarily and smirks with a satisfied look on his face.

“You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all from me. You’ll stay there and be good until I’m done with you.”

He says before covering your whole cunt with his hand, and leaving harsh kisses on your inner thigh. After a moment, his thumb starts to very gently move up and down your clit, then once he hears your shaky, desperate moan, he moves his thumb in circles on it. You throw your head back against the pillow and moan while grinding yourself into his touch as he leaves more dark bruises all over your inner thigh with his mouth.

“Mmh! I know I’m lucky Draco, you’re-ah-you’re so good to me”

you whisper between moans. He smirks softly and finally places his lips right above your clit.

“That’s more like it. See I knew you had it in you to be polite. My sweet gorgeous girl.”

He says against your heat, his hot breath making you shiver. He slowly licks all the way up your slit, slowing down a bit at the clit and a shaky moan escapes your lips. He looks up at you.

“Shhhhh, you’ve got to be quiet for me love”

he says before placing gentle open mouth kisses right above your clit, keeping his eyes locked on yours until you nod and say

“I will! I’ll be quiet!”

Then he lowers his eyes back to your cunt, and finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You gasp as quietly as you can, and try your absolute best to be quiet as he releases some of the suction pressure, and starts rubbing gentle circles on your clit, now pulsing the suction pressure he’s applying to it.

You grasp his soft platinum hair with a shaky hand, and bite down on your arm in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. You’re able to stifle your moans well enough until he slides two long pale fingers into your center and thrusts up to hit your g spot, and you can’t hold back a high moan.

Draco’s eyes move to your face again as he softly warns

“shhhhhhh”

you can only nod and give a

“mhm!”

In reply before he returns his tongue to lick fast circles on your clit, keeping in time with his fingers which are thrusting up into you just a tad bit more quickly now.

He moves his hand flat against the skin right above your mound and pushes down gently once more so that your g-spot is pushing itself into his fingers as they push against it, intensifying the sensation.

He keeps his palm there and moves his fingers down to rub your clit in place of his mouth as he looks up at you.

“God y/n, this is exactly what I was thinking about. Driving you crazy, tasting you while you absolutely drench my face, and then fucking you into this bed once you’re ready to take me.”

Your breathing is fast and shaky and his words make it so much harder to keep quiet as you write and grind against him.

“Oh-oh-oh my God Draco”

you gasp

“you feel-ah! You feel so good I’m gonna-ah!”

You say as quietly as you can. As soon as he hears you say that, he climbs back up on top of you as quickly as he can, and lines himself up with you, immediately filling you up with every inch he has. He groans into your neck, finally feeling the relief he’s been aching for for so long, and bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you hard and fast.

He pants and groans into the nape of your neck in an attempt to muffle the sound. You wrap your arms and legs around him as the coil in your stomach grows impossibly tighter. He reaches down and rubs harshly circles on your clit making you clench around him, sending him over the edge.

“D-Draco!”

Is the only thing you can manage to say as you take his head in your hands and pull him into a deep kiss while he spills into you, filling you up with every last drop of cum he’s got, milking himself into you as he feels your body shake and your pussy clench around him again and again.

You both moan and pant into the kiss as you come on each other, trying desperately to muffle the noises you’re making.

After a while, Draco’s thrusts slow and then stop. He swallows, still panting hard against your neck, trying to catch his breath as you do the same.

With your arms still wrapped around his body, you gently start to scratch his head and rub his back, and his body relaxes into yours, melting at your touch with a quiet, satisfied hum. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“fuck Draco”

you say in an exhausted breathy whisper. You feel him smile against your neck.

“God you’re remarkable.”

He says into your neck.

“What would I do without you here to help me y/n?”

You turn your head into him and chuckle lightly into his soft hair, taking in the luxurious smell of his shampoo.

“And what would I do without you to do the same?”

You say before kissing his head. He gives you a squeeze before nuzzling his body closer into yours and relaxing there with his eyes closed. You continue to scratch his head and back and whisper

“Don’t fall asleep yet, I don’t think my parents would be too happy if they woke up and found us asleep like this”.

He simply responds with a deep, annoyed hum and doesn’t move.

You smile and kiss him. You knew he was exhausted after a long day of impressing your parents and then a long night of impressing you so you let him stay there for a moment longer.

“You have to at least take yourself out of me”

you whispered before placing another kiss on his head.

Draco took a deep breath and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes as he finally lifted himself off of you, his cum spilling out as he leaves your body, and gives you a slow, sweet kiss.

“I love you so much y/n”

he says before reaching for his wand to clean you both up. You smile and hum.

“I love you too Draco.”

He takes a moment to watch his cum spilling out of you before saying

“I’m sorry if there was..a lot. I haven’t…I haven’t done that in a while…”

he says before casting a spell to clean it all up. You take him in your arms and pull him back down next to you and he wraps his arms and legs around you, nuzzling his head into your chest.

“Please never apologize for that Draco I fucking love when you fill me to the brim.”

He grins and blushes at your words, then shifts himself a bit and takes a relaxed deep breath.

“You’re incredible, you know that? You’re the most incredible woman in this entire world”

he says without even looking up, still grinning and blushing furiously. You blush at his affection. It isn’t often that Draco is overly complimentary or verbally affectionate with you, and you love the rare times he shows this side of him.

“You’re the most beautiful thing on this earth, Draco”

you say, caressing his bare skin with your thumbs as you hold him. He smiles and kisses your chest before dozing off. After a moment of lying there with you, he finally takes a deep breath and gets up to get his clothes and toss you your own.

“Why’d you come here in the first place anyways?”

He asks, pulling his clothes back on.

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to you about the day, see what you thought of my parents”

he smirked.

“They’re terrifying.”

He says in a half joking (but not really) tone. You laugh.

“Oh please, as if yours aren’t just as bad.”

You joke as he climbed back onto the bad, sitting next to you on it.

“You’re joking! My father wasn’t half as bad as yours, he was practically obsessed with you immediately! I think he likes you more than he likes me”

He says. With a small incredulous smile. You can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That’s not true! Your dad hated me when we first met! I don’t think I saw him smile for the first year of our relationship!”

“Well…that’s just how he is, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you…he loved you as soon as he met you, that’s just…that’s just how he acts.”

Draco says, beginning to realize your point.

“So does mine, that’s just how he acts. He loves you Draco, I can tell”

Draco looks a bit surprised.

“You think so?”

He asks, trying to sound nonchalant, and pulling you back under the covers to cuddle.

“I’m positive.”

You tell him, and he smiles as he cuddles back up into your arms, resting his head against your chest.

“Well I’m glad. I like him too. And your mum.”

You lie in comfortable silence as you both begin to doze off.

“He’s still terrifying though”

Draco says sleepily against your chest.

“Ya, so is Lucius”

you quip back. He chuckles

You smile as you feel Draco’s strong, warm arms wrap around you. Although Draco was extremely touchy and affectionate with you in private, he would barely hold your hand, let alone kiss you in public unless he had a few drinks in him. You break the kiss and snake your arms up around his neck, looking into his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. “There you are, where have you been all night?” You ask continuing to sway your hips to the music, leading him into the dance. “With the boys.” He answers simply. As he dances with you, he pulls you closer and moves his mouth to your ear. “I’m bored. Aren’t you?” He whispers as he casually tangles one of his hands in your long, soft hair. “Want to meet me in the prefects bathroom?” He whispers, gently nipping your ear. A tingle runs down your spine and you feel a shock of arousal hit your core. you smile and roll your head up so that your lips are against his. “Mhm” you hum against him. You feel his lips curl into a smirk against yours. “You go, I’ll meet you there in 10?” You say before kissing him quickly. You can feel Draco’s breath pick up in excitement. “Sounds wonderful love.” He says before releasing you and smirking before striding away. “Draco!” You call. He turns around and looks at you. “Get me a drink?” You ask. His smirk returns before he turns back around and disappears into the crowd again. One of your friends grabs your hand and pulls you back onto the dance floor as another upbeat song begins. You dance one more song with them before telling them you have to go to the bathroom and slipping away, quietly sneaking out of the common room. It was easy to avoid being seen when there was so much going on and most of the people in there were piss drunk.

You quietly sneak through the castle to the prefects bathroom and gently knock on the door. It creaks open and Draco takes your hand and pulls you in. “Took you long enough.” He says, pulling your body flush against his and kissing you slowly and deeply. You feel his erection against your lower stomach and moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss as you grasp the hair on the back of his neck. You feel him smirk against you as he slides his cold hands up the back of your shirt and digs his fingers into your shoulder with one hand and lower back with the other. He scratches across your back until his hands land on the hem of your shirt and gently tugs at it, teasing you for a moment before hooking his thumbs under it at the front, and pulling it up off of you, slowing down to palm your breasts on the way. Your fingers move to his crisp, perfectly ironed, button down shirt and begin to undo the buttons until his perfect alabaster torso is exposed, and you slide it off of his arms before feeling up and down his abs, pecs, pelvic bones, and finally grabbing him by his belt and pulling him closer to you. He moans into your mouth as you feel his erection slam against you. He backs you up into the wall of the bathroom and slowly kneels down in front of you. His eyes meet yours and you see nothing but love and hunger in them as he kisses your pelvic bone and slowly slides your skirt and panties down. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and moves his hands to your hips, gently stroking the soft skin there. Finally, his eyes move to your soaked core and he starts eating you like a starving man. You arch your back, leaning into his mouth as a soft moan escapes your lips. He sucks your clit while licking it in harsh circles with his tongue. Soon his tongue moves lower, savoring every inch of your beautiful, delicious pussy, before plunging it into your entrance. He moans at the taste as his eyes roll shut. You gasp at the sensation of his tongue lapping up your insides and his nose brushing against your clit, and his eyes snap open to watch you. He loves watching your reactions, there’s nothing more beautiful in the world to him than the sight of you lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. You tangle one hand in his hair and grip the tricep of his that’s holding your hip with your nails. His nose rubs against your clit at a faster pace as his warm breath quickens and sends shivers down your spine. You buck up into his mouth as you feel your legs grow weak and your climax approaching. You move the hand on his tricep up to his hand and he intertwined your fingers as his other hand moves to gently squeeze your ass. He hears your soft moans become shaky and more frequent, and he quickens the pace of his tongue and nose. When he feels your legs begin to shake, he moans into you, the vibrations sending you overboard. His strong arms support you, keeping you from collapsing as he laps up your juices, drinking in your taste, his favorite tase in the whole world, helping you ride out your high. Finally he moved your leg off of his shoulder and stands up as he grabs your hands and pins them against the wall on either side of your head, kissing you passionately. You taste a mix of yourself and the fire whiskey from earlier on his tongue and you feel how hard he is as he presses himself flush against you. “I drew a bath, care to join me?”

He says smirking. Your hands move to his belt, removing it and unzipping his pants as quickly as you can while you smile against his lips and say “yes please.” He helps you remove his pants and boxers, and his dick smacks against his firm stomach. He takes you by the hands and guides you to the bathtub which is filled with bubbles and lavender scented soap. You both sink into the warm water and he pulls you onto his lap and into a deep kiss. His hand comes out from under the water to tangle itself in the hair at the base of your neck, wetting it, and pulling you farther into his mouth. He bucks up desperately trying to feel some friction against your core and you feel how hard he is under you. You reach down and line him up with your overly sensitive core, jolting slightly when you feel him brush against your swollen clit. His head falls to your collar bone and kisses and nips lightly at it. He squeezes his eyes shut and moans deeply as you finally lower yourself onto him, gasping as you adjust to his size. With everything going on this year, it had been quite a while since you and Draco had gotten any alone time. When you don’t start moving immediately, his eyes meet yours, concern present as he asks “are you alright love?” You slowly begin to raise yourself up and down again, taking him even deeper this time “mhm” you moan shakily as you slowly start to set a pace, your breath quickening as you stretch to accommodate his size. “God Draco” you pant “you feel so good” he moans and captures your lips in his as his hands move to your hips and guide you up and down on him. He quickens your pace and breathy moans escape your lips as he begins to pant against your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and into your core. You arch your back and begin to circle your hips. “Aahhh!” You cry as you feel him hit the spot within you that drives you crazy. You speed your movements up even more as you dig your nails into his shoulders. He thrusts to meet your hips and whimpers as his mouth wraps around your nipple and begins to lick it, leaving soft love bites occasionally. You grind down onto him and keep him deep inside of you as grind against his lap, feeling his stomach brush your clit. You feel so full of him, so close and connected to him as soft moans spill out from his mouth and into your neck. You take his chin in your hand, and lift his face to meet yours as you capture him in a deep kiss. He is breathing heavily, and you feel his hands return to your hips and move you up and down at a rapid pace as he thrusts up harshly meeting your body with each thrust. His face starts to scrunch and you feel him twitch as his moans turn into high, continuous whimpers. He moves his head to suck on your neck right below your ear as he says in a breathy, desperate moan “I’m gonna cum” your legs grow week at his words, and he reaches down between you to rub harsh, fast circles on your clit. You gasp and cry out in pleasure as you grip his back and continue to grind down on him. “Cum in me Draco!” You gasp. “Please-ah! Fill me up with your cum!” You manage to get out between moans. This sends Draco over the edge and he grips your hips hard enough to bruise them as he pulls you down to slam deep into you over and over again, filling you with his hot cum. The feeling of him painting your walls finally throws you into your second orgasm, and you clench around his twitching cock, mixing your juices with his until they’re spilling out of you. He keeps his grip on your hips tight as you both ride out your highs until you’re collapsing into each other exhausted.

You rest your face into the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the lavender bubbles surrounding you both and he rubs gentle circles on your back, relaxing your tense muscles. He closes his eyes and smirks, leaning his head back as you kiss his neck softly in appreciation of the back massage. After a moment, he breathes in a deep and relaxed sigh and wraps you into a tight hug, leaving a long kiss on your temple. “I love you y/n” he says quietly in your ear. You lift your head and place your lips on his. “I love you too Draco.” You say before kissing him slowly and sweetly. His hands fall to relax at your mid back, floating in the bath water. “I suppose we should head back to the party.” He says, making you groan. “In a bit, I’m having more fun here” you say, pulling him into a deep kiss and feeling down his shoulders, arm, and then up his abs and pecs before running your fingernails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He lets out the softest moan at this, and you feel his member begin to harden again, still inside you. “You’ll be the death of me y/n” he says as you slowly kiss down from below his ear to the base of his neck, stopping there at the spot you know drives him crazy. He shifts a bit as his breathing picks up ever so slightly and his dick continues to twitch up to its full length again. “Just once more?” You beg softly in his ear. “For me?”

He was a beautiful sight to see. So clearly worked up to the point of absolute impatience already for you. His hair was slightly out of place, his cheeks were tinged with red, his uniform was untucked, and his pants were bulging so dramatically, you thought he might break his zipper. “What took you so long?” He asked, a hint of irritation and desperation in his voice. Instead of answering, you approached him and immediately grabbed his bulge as you pulled him into a kiss by the back of his neck. He couldn’t stop a moan as he leaned into your touch, bucking into your hand eagerly. You slowly rubbed him as you guided the two of you to the bed in the middle of the room and pushed him back onto it, landing on top and straddling him. “I’m sorry love. But I’m here now.” You said softly into his ear while grinding yourself against him. He let out a whimper as he matched your movements, grinding up into you as well. You held his head by the back of his neck right at the beginning of his skull and stroked the hair there as you pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around your back, gripped your long hair and deepened the kiss with a moan.

He sat up, keeping you straddled on his lap. “I’ve been thinking about you all day darling.” He said with a breathy whisper while unbuttoning your top. He hungrily wrapped his mouth around your left breast while kneading the other gently with his hand. You moaned and let your head fall back as his tongue flicked your hardening nipple as he lightly sucked. You ran your hands under his shirt and up his back, feeling his smooth, tight skin. You felt goosebumps form on his pale skin as you lightly scratched up to his shoulders. And dug your nails into them as he lightly nipped the bud of your nipple with his teeth. A soft moan escaped your lips and you felt his cock twitch against your heat. You brought his forehead to yours as you started to unbutton his shirt and he pulled you into a deep kiss when your hands made it to the last button, and lowered to undo his belt. Once his belt was off, his breathing grew more rapid, and he began lightly bucking up into your hand as you undid his zipper and button. You moaned softly “someone’s excited” you said into his mouth then bit his lip.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day y/n. I could hardly listen to my lectures.” He says looking into your eyes. You were taken aback by his beauty. His hair was ruffled out of its usually perfect sweep, and his eyes held nothing but pure desperation as they looked back and forth between yours. Your core throbbed as you felt an intense hunger for him at this sight. This boy was such a powerful figure on campus. Between his status and his attitude, no one dared to cross Malfoy in the school. And yet here, he was putty in your hand. He was obsessed with you, and completely at your mercy. He needed you so bad and couldn’t deny it. You couldn’t help but moan at the thought of this as he grabbed your hip and the back of your neck and flipped you over so that you lay under him. He dragged your skirt snd panties down your body and brought his hand to your core. You gasped and let out a shaky breath as he rubbed your clit with his fingers, his cock teasing your hole. He smirked as he felt how you soaked his hand and bucked your hips up towards his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you, clenching around nothing. “It looks like I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about this all day, am I?” He says smirking as he slowly and sweetly kisses your jaw. You let out a moan and grab him by the back of the head, running your fingers through his hair and moving his head to your neck. You begin to answer him, but he starts sucking on your sweet spot and grinding his cock against your clit, and your response gets swallowed in a shaky moan. You feel Draco’s smirk widen

As he moves his cock to tease your hole with his tip. “Oh” you moan softly as you buck up into his cock, trying desperately to get more of him inside of you. “Shhh sh sh” he hushes softly against your lips. “I’ve got you love.” His body lowers as he kisses down your neck, your collar bone, lingers at your breasts, and down your stomach until he gets to your core. His arms wrap under and around your thighs, and his hands come to rest on your mid stomach, just below your ribcage, forcing your thighs to raise a bit and rest on his arms. His thumbs stroke your skin lovingly as he places slow, deep, open mouth kisses on your inner thigh, inching closer to your glistening pussy at an agonizingly slow rate. Finally he reaches your pussy, inhaling your scent before moaning and attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking. You gasp and grab his hair, feeling the soft blond strands bob up and back as he continues to make out with your clit, and rub it with his tongue. You could feel his smirk against you as a moan escaped your lips and you bucked up against his mouth. One of his hands snaked out from under your thigh, and moved to circle the entrance of your hole. He repeatedly pressed an inch of his finger into you slowly, teasing you while his mouth continued to pleasure your clit. You raised your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, gently squeezing up into his mouth and finger, trying to feel more of him. “Come on love. What’s the magic word?” He said against you, his hot breath tickling your cunt. “Please!” You cried softly, and finally, his finger plunged into you as he once again wrapped his mouth against your clit and licked it at a fast pace. As his long finger repeatedly hit the perfect spot within you, and he sucked and licked at your clit, you grabbed his head and thrusted your hips towards his face. Your breath became shaky as moans escaped your lips “o my God…Draco!” You cried as you felt your release approaching “I…mmh…I-I’m gonna-“ and suddenly he pulled away, leaving you on the edge. “Hey!” You cried in a breathy voice before he grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you down closer to him so that his mouth was level with yours. He moaned as he crashed his soft lips into yours, and grinded his throbbing erection into your sensitive core. He kisses down your jaw until he reaches your ear. He reached down to align himself as he whispers “You drive me crazy y/n.” He takes His cock, rock hard, angry red and shinning with precum, and rubs himself up and down your slit. You moan as you feel him rub against your clit, insert his tip, and then come back up to rub your clit again. You grab the hair on the back of his neck and grip his mid back. “Please Draco!” You cry, looking desperately into his stormy eyes. He couldn’t resist you when you looked so pretty begging for him. He plunged himself into you as deep as he could as you gasped and gripped his body with your nails. He groans and lowers his head to your neck as he thrusts into you at a slow but steady pace. “Fuck y/n” he says as his breath grows heavy against your neck. You moan and scratch lightly at his back and his thrusts start to speed up. You know he wants to tease you by keeping a slower pace, but he simply can’t help himself. He lifts his head from your neck and places his forehead against yours. You lift your legs and wrap them around him, pushing him further into you. His face scrunched as he moans, and kisses you deeply, you feel so completely surrounded by him. His scent completely overwhelming you, his arms on either side of you, resting his body on his elbows while he cradles the base of your head with one hand and brushes some hair out of your face with the other, his breath filling your mouth and lungs as he breathes quickly, his firm and pale body pressed flush against yours, and his cock filling you up so that you could feel him in your stomach. You arch your back as his hips thrust into yours at an even quicker pace. “Draco!” You cry between moans.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Draco always thought he had nice hands. His fingers are long and boney, and one of his favorite things to do is to hover above you and pleasure you with his fingers while watching you moan and writhe under him. He could do this for hours, watching your face as you come so so close to your release, and then removing his fingers from you just so he can watch you get so worked up and close again and again. He loves watching the things he does to you. His favorite body part of yours was your waist and hips. He loves the feeling of your toned abs connecting to your breasts. He especially loved feeling your pelvic bones and would always stop to give them open mouthed kisses on his way down to your cunt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Draco’s favorite thing in the world was to cum inside you. It made him feel like he was marking his territory, making you completely his. Since being with you, Draco’s orgasms have become more intense than anything he’s experienced with any other girl. When he came, it was a LOT of cum, so it lasted quite a while. He loved to cum deep inside of you, and when he’s nearly done, pull out and rub himself on your clit while the last of it spills out onto your clit, and drips down while you both ride out your highs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Draco is a private person. He doesn’t like to have sex anywhere someone might see. HOWEVER… we all know how jealous he is of Potter. He’s jealous of Harry’s popularity, his social life, his quidditch talent, everything. And he would do anything to make Harry jealous of him for once, to show Potter that he was the better man. Sometimes, during his 6th year when Harry was so insistent on following him around everywhere, Draco would purposefully let Harry follow him into the room of requirement where you were waiting for him, and eat you out until you were screaming his name, then he would push you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, and he would fuck you into the wall while you pulled on his hair and scratched down his back. he would kiss and suck your neck so when Potter saw the marks later on, he’d be reminded of the time he was stuck watching Malfoy make the most beautiful girl in school scream his name. He knew no matter how many quidditch matched Harry won, he would always know in the back of his mind that Draco could do things in the bedroom that Harry could never do.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Draco had had sex with Pansy before dating you, but that was it. And even then, he didn’t really pay much attention to how he was making her feel. He wasn’t the most experienced, but (though he would never admit it), he was intimidated by you. You were way too beautiful, way too perfect for him to fuck something up with you, in or out of the bedroom. He knew he couldn’t just focus on his own pleasure with you the way he had with Pansy, and he also found that he really REALLY wanted to make you feel good. So Draco did his research, he quietly found books and dirty magazines that had tips on what girls liked, and read them when nobody was around. He even charmed Pansy into hooking up with him a couple of times just so he could get some practice (she was easy to convince, she was practically still obsessed with Draco). Finally when you two started being intimate, he was always hyper aware of your body language and reactions. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you in the throes of pleasure and knowing he was the only one who could do this to you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Draco LOVES shower sex. He LOVES pushing you up against the shower wall, your back to his chest, one of your legs raised with your foot resting on the rim of the shower and pushing himself in and out of you while playing with your breasts and feeling up and down your torso and playing with your clit and leaving love bites on your neck. Not to mention, he was obsessed with how you looked with wet hair.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As much as he loves to make you laugh, Draco is completely serious in the moment. Though he’s confident and cocky on the outside, Draco has always had a fragile ego. Yes, a very big ego, but a fragile one nonetheless. He loves watching you giggle and become giddy at his teasings at the very beginning, but other than that, he likes to be serious with you during sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Draco doesn’t completely shave, but he keeps himself well groomed. His pubic hair is slightly darker than the platinum blond of his hair, but it’s still light enough to look neat without having to completely shave.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Draco is not a romantic person outside of the bedroom, but he is very touch-starved. He didn’t grow up in a very outwardly loving environment at all, and he’s not very good at communicating his feelings, which is why physical touch is his love language. He is extremely touchy all of the time when you two are alone together, but especially during intimacy, he really really wants to be close to you. He loves tenderly feeling every inch of your body with his fingertips and exploring you with his slow loving kisses. That’s how he shows his romantic side. He especially LOVES when you give him that same attention. He feels so loved when you hold him tight and rub his skin with your thumb, or give him light back/head scratches, or just hold him while kissing him slowly and deeply. He gets entranced when you show him this love. No one else has ever been able to bring out this side of him, but Draco is a HUGE cuddle bug. Sometimes, (especially when he’s got some fire whiskey in him), he’ll get so caught up in the passion of the moment, he’ll start spilling out how obsessed with you he is and how much he loves you when he’s close. You always reciprocate which just eggs him on and brings out more of that side of him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Between when Draco met you and when you two started dating, Draco jacked off a LOT. He simply couldn’t get you out of his mind and his body’s reaction to you just wasn’t something he could control. He started having to sneak to the prefect’s bathroom between classes just to relieve the pressure that had been building up in his pants all day from thinking about you. (See my fic Pathetic for more of this headcannon linked below this paragraph ) once he finally started dating you and being intimate with you, he was so pleasantly surprised at how well you take care of him. You could always tell when he needed you and he was thrilled to find out that you needed him just as much. Something you LOVED doing was spending the day teasing him. Touching his thigh under the desk during classes, bending over to pick something up so he could get a little peak under your skirt, unbuttoning your top few buttons and showing your cleavage while having a casual conversation with him, giving him a quick but sensual hug and kissing the start of his jawline right under his ear when no one was looking, sometimes even lightly palming his bulge under the desk during class for a split second. Just watching him get completely worked up, and then being too busy at the end of the day to spend any time with him. You loved seeing the desperate frustration on his face at the end of the day when you tell him you’re busy and then just knowing he’s touching himself to the thought of you, wishing more than anything you could be there with him. He’s EXTRA touchy and needy for the next few days after you do that. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was putty in your hands.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Draco loves to tie you up and edge you. He LOVES watching your beautiful figure lying out completely helpless in front of him, writhing and squirming, trying to feel some relief while he teases you nonstop. He’ll spend hours bringing you so so close to your high with just his fingers and mouth, and refuse to give you his cock until the very last moment when he can’t take it anymore either. He loves watching you buck your hips up and clench around nothing while begging him to keep touching you. When he finally does let you come, he finally fills you up with his cock and feels your sensitive pussy clenching him extra hard from all of the teasing he’s been doing to you. Then he keeps on pushing into you after you’ve come to reach his own high, making you jolt with sensitivity until the feeling of him twitching and filling you up makes you come on his dick for a second time. He loves those rare nights when you have enough time for that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

LITERALLY anything you do. Seeing you first thing in the morning at breakfast, watching the concentration on your face when taking notes in class, watching the way your jaw clenches snd you tap your fingers while listening to the teacher, waking up and seeing your small figure under the covers with your long shiny hair flowing out behind you, anything at all really. When you’re alone with him, you’ll drive him crazy by lying next to him and just absentmindedly gently caressing him. Any part of him, his chest, his abdomen, his arms, his hair, he LOVES your touch. Sometimes when you two are alone in the dorms, you’ll come up to him and grab him by the belt with both of your hands and pull him into you crashing his lips against yours. He loves that too.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s hard to find something Draco won’t do for you, but one of those things is share. He does NOT want to share you with ANYONE else, he doesn’t want ANYONE seeing you in the throes of passion with him, he does not want anyone seeing your body the way he can. He loves the fact that only he can do what he does to you, and only he can know how you react and what you look like when you’re coming. He loves that only he can see every inch of your perfect body. As I mentioned before, the ONLY exception to this is when he’s showing you off to Potter who he secretly knows is watching, and even then, he makes sure your perfect body is only partially on view. Just enough to make him jealous, and wish he could see more. But he can’t. Only Draco can.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Draco is proud of his oral skills. He loves pleasing you and being eaten out is something he knows he can do to make you feel incredible. He’s also OBSESSED with your blowjobs, oml. He loves nothing more than hiding in a locked broom closet and feeling your lips wrapped around his cock while he tries to keep quiet. He lets you take control at first, slowly taking him as deep as you can a couple of times before sucking on his tip and licking around his head and against his frenulum until you taste precum. Then, when he’s close and he can’t take your teasing anymore, he’ll grip your hair and push himself into you at a faster and faster pace until he cums down your throat, grunting as quietly as he can.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Draco wouldn’t get too rough with you at the beginning of your relationship, partially for fear of hurting you, and partially in an attempt to stop himself from cumming immediately. Once you two got more comfortable though, he wasn’t afraid to fuck into you as hard and fast as he could when you wanted him to. On those nights, his breathing would be erratic and soft moans would escape him mouth often. On other nights, he loved going slow and deep, pushing every inch into you and keeping it there for a moment before pulling back and slowly pushing into you again and again, rolling his hips so you can feel his body rub against your clit as he slowly thrusts. No matter the pace, however, he always wants to be as close to you as possible, he wants as much of your skin to be connecting to his as possible. He loves feeling you against him while he fucks you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Unpopular opinion, I think Draco LOVES a quickly. Of course he loves a long and proper session more, but he loves the fact that he can have you at any point in the day that he wants. It’s a comforting thought for him. If he needs to feel you and be with you quickly between classes or in the showers after quidditch practice or in a quick moment when everyone else is out of the dorms, he’s glad he has that option. Sometimes he just gets overwhelmed with everything going on in his life, and he loves the fact that he can have that little moment of connection and love with you to reset him throughout the day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Draco has an open mind to things that you suggest, he loves nothing more than hearing what turns you on and doing it for you, but I don’t think he’s that risky on his own. He likes to feel comfortable while being intimate with you for the most part. The only time that changes is when he’s drunk. Every time there’s a party in the Slytherin common room he can’t keep his hands off you, it doesn’t matter who’s looking. Like he won’t fuck you in the middle of the common room, but the PDA dial goes from 0 to 10 real quick. He just can’t help himself.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One flaw of Draco’s is that sometimes he cums a little too soon with you, but he makes up for it by getting hard again very quickly afterwards. When he’s with you, he does not need much recharge time. Sometimes all it takes is seeing his cum spill out of you and he’ll practically be hard again before he even leaves your body. When he does need some recharge time, he’s more than happy to pleasure you in other ways until he’s hard again. Draco loves going multiple rounds with you, especially making you come over and over again and continuing to pleasure you through your overstimulation, but those nights tire him out, he wants to cuddle up and go to sleep immediately after you’re done.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Draco found a spell that makes his wand vibrate, and he like to use that on you when you’re tied up and he’s edging you, but other than that, I don’t think Draco is super into toys, I think he prefers to be the only thing making you feel good.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh, he LOVES to tease you. He’ll get you completely worked up but wait as long as he can before touching your cunt at all. He’ll get you completely naked for him before he even takes his shirt off. He’ll let you rub against his clothed bulge and loves feeling your wetness soak through his pants. He’ll touch and caress you allllllll over except for where you need him most before finally grazing over your core as lightly as he possibly can. When you whine and buck your hips up into his touch, he removes his hand and holds your hips down before bringing his lips to yours and saying “shhhhhh. Don’t make me start all over” before kissing you deeply and caressing your inner thigh. Sometimes you can get him to give into touching you by gently grasping his bulge and palming him through his pants before pushing him down onto his back and placing soft, slow kisses on it through his pants before finally unbuttoning them and taking his rock hard member into your mouth.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Draco isn’t super loud. His ego is just a little bit too big to let himself moan, so he does try to hold his sounds in, but sometimes they escape. Especially when he’s cumming, you’ll hear him hold his breath for a moment before grunting and then biting the nape of your neck to help keep himself quiet. Although he doesn’t like to hear himself moan, he does like to tell you what a good job you’re doing, how tight you feel, how much he loves you, and how much he LOVES hearing the sounds that you make for him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One time Draco found a spell that makes someone orgasm instantaneously in one of the magazines that gets passed around the Slytherin boys dorm. Sometimes on days where you won’t stop teasing him throughout classes, he’ll quietly whip out his wand and cast it on you with no warning in the middle of class or while you’re walking in the hallways, just to show you who’s really in charge. The smirk on his face when he sees you get hit with the spell and try to conceal your pleasure and embarrassment is pure evil.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Draco’s size is average, but he knows how to use it. Also when he gets hard, he gets HARD. Like STONE hard and throbbing. His shaft is vainy and thick and his tip is the most gorgeous shade of pink. His left ball hangs just a TAD bit lower than his right, and they’re normally decently smooth and well groomed. You love watching them clench up towards his twitching cock when he cums.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Draco’s sex drive has gotten higher since he met you. You drive him crazy, and he’s almost always fantasizing about you. He won’t admit it, he likes to think he has better control over himself, but he has a pretty high sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It had been a long day. Classes, quidditch, homework, projects, and it was about to be an even longer night. It was the last day before winter break, and most of the students had left to go home already. You were looking forward to having the girl’s dorm all to yourself this holiday, but first you had to meet with a 3rd year student whom you’d been tutoring in potions at Snape’s request all semester. You knew it wasn’t going to be a quick study session either, this student was overwhelmingly behind on his assignments. You stood under the hot water of the shower wishing more than anything you could just crawl into bed after this. It was the middle of winter and the castle was freezing. It just made you want to close the curtains of your dorm’s bed, cuddle up with a good book and a hot tea, and stay there for days.

Reluctantly, you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel, and walked into the empty dorm room. As you approached your bed, you jumped a bit in surprise. “Draco?” He jolted awake and sat up yawning.

“Finally, you’re out. You take longer showers than the whole of Slytherin house combined.” You smirked and rolled your eyes. He had come into your dorm, yet of course the first thing out of his mouth when he wakes up is a complaint about you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, glad to see you made yourself comfortable.” You joked. He snorted.

“What are you doing here?”

“You have my transfigurations notebook. I need it back.”

Draco was always making excuses like this to come and see you. He was too proud to just say ‘I missed you, and I needed your company’. In fact, he’s pulled this trick once or twice before today, purposefully lending you a book or something just to come into your dorm later claiming to need it back, only to end up spending hours with you and forgetting to take the book with him when he eventually left. He was a stubborn and proud asshole, but you loved him for it. The truth was, he did need your company. More than you knew. and you were happy to spare his pride and play along with his stupid excuses to spend time with him. He might not be good at communicating it, but these times with you made him the happiest person in the world. It reset him after long and dark days.

“It’s in my backpack in the common room. I’m about to leave to help Reid with his potions homework, you can walk out with me and get it then.” You told him. He looked disappointed.

“You’re joking, it’s the last day before break, he can’t expect you to help him now!” He said sitting up and looking angry. You shrugged and rolled your eyes. “I know. But he needs the help. And Professor Snape is holding me to these tutoring lessons.” You said, lying your head and body on the edge of your bed, letting your legs hang over. The minute your body hit the sheets, you felt like collapsing. “I’m so tired.” You said.

“You look exhausted.” Draco said, brushing some hair from your face, then scratching your scalp lightly with his fingertips. You hummed at the little head scratch, allowing your eyes to close for just a moment. “Tell him you’re not going. Tell him you’re sick, or you hit your head during quidditch practice and can’t think straight.” He said, now pulling you up fully onto the bed and lying you in between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and melted into him as he continued to massage your head.

“I can’t do that, he’s probably on his way to the library now.”

“So? That little git can figure out his damn homework on his own. Anyway we both know you could use the rest, y/n”. He dragged his fingers gently down your shoulders and arms, and slowly began placing lazy kisses on your jawline. He was right. You did need the rest. His tone softened. “Come on, stay in bed, I’ll go tell him you’re sick and bring you up some tea from the kitchen.” He said softly in your ear. You knew it wasn’t a good idea, that Draco probably wouldn’t be overly polite to a third year Gryffindor who had been taking up a lot of your time recently, but you couldn’t resist anymore. Not when Draco was offering to pamper you like this. You loved when he was in a clingy mood. It wasn’t common, but sometimes he just needed to be with you, and in those times, all he wants to do is spoil you rotten. Maybe you needed his company as much as he needed yours right now.

“You’re the best” you say, finally giving in. He gives you a kiss on the cheek then gets up and quickly fixes his hair.

“I’ll be quick. Don’t move.” And with that he was gone. You sprawled out on the soft bed and began to doze off. You woke up to the soft sound of a teacup clinking against the nightside table, and Draco quietly shuffling back into his place behind you, lifting your body and pulling your back into his chest once again. You hummed when he once again began massaging your head and lightly scratching your scalp. He placed a long and loving kiss on your cheek, then began kissing down your neck as he lightly scratched down your arms. A soft moan left your lips and he slipped his arms under yours and pulled you into a tight hug against him. He disconnected his lips from your neck to say “I love you y/n”. Then placed another long, sweet kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too Draco” you said as you reached up to your chest and began unraveling your towel. Draco’s eyes widened as he looked down at your freshly cleaned naked body and you felt him hardening underneath you. “Please keep touching me?” You begged softly.

“I’ll keep touching you as long as you let me y/n.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder at his warm breath against your skin as one of his hand gently cups your breast, and the other feels down your toned stomach, onto your thigh, and slowly feels back up, just barely grazing your core before slowly feeling up your abs, past your other breast, grazing its nipple, then landing on your chin and gently turning your head to face him. You let out a small whine when your lips connect, and you feel him smirk against you. Cheeky bastard. With his other hand, he lazily circles your nipple with his fingers before finally cupping your breast and dragging his thumb over the nipple. You let out a breathy moan as you start to buck your hips into the air, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Please?” you whispered to him.

“Please what?” He asks, continuing to gently play with your nipple with one hand and caress your inner thigh with the other. He was so so close to where you needed him.

“Please touch me Draco” you said bucking your hips, trying and failing to feel his hand on your core.

“I am touching you.” You could hear his smirk. You whined

“Please Draco, PLEASE touch my cunt, I’ve been thinking about you all day, I want you to feel how wet I am for you” you say. Draco moans and you feel his erection twitch against you.

“Since you asked so nicely” he said and finally slid his hand onto your core.

“Oh” you whined as he collected your wetness in his fingers and started rubbing torturously slow circles on your clit. You whine and start bucking your hips up into his hand, desperate for more friction. He grasps your thigh to still you and says “relax love. I always take care of you, don’t I?”

“Mhm” you moan out as his hand begins circling faster on your clit.

“Don’t I?” He says moving faster but decreasing the pressure. You whine and once again buck into his hand, unable to stop yourself.

The first time he had seen her in the great hall had been a shocking experience. She came in with a group of 30 or so exchange students from a foreign magic school who were sorted alongside the first years. Draco couldn’t believe his luck when she was one of the few sorted into slytherin. That night, after the rest of his house had given into their post-feast exhaustion and gone up to their dorms, Draco sat alone in the dark common room, unable to sleep, thinking about the hectic year to come, and vaguely wondering why he couldn’t quite get his mind off of the girl. He was deep into his thoughts when, around midnight, the door to the common room creaked opened, and she walked in. She was dressed in sweats instead of her uniform now, but it was definitely her. She locked eyes with the only other person left in the common room at this late hour, and let out a loaded sigh.

“Any luck??” Her friend asked her. She crossed the room, dropped her bags with a heavy thump and threw herself onto the couch next to her friend.

“No. I searched everywhere I could but I kept almost running into professors so I gave up.”

“Damn. I heard the kitchens were in the dungeons, I thought they’d be easier to find.”

The kitchens. They were looking for the kitchens. Draco considered butting in and giving them directions, after all, he had snuck into the kitchens loads of times, this could be the perfect opportunity to talk to her. But something was stopping him…he was never nervous to talk to girls, he was never nervous to talk to anyone really. People knew who he was, his reputation and his last name normally gave him all the confidence he needed, but not this time. She was American, what if she didn’t know who he was? Would his charm alone be able to catch her attention? Draco hadn’t been in a situation like this is a very long time. As he continued to work up the courage to join their conversation however, he realized there was another problem keeping him from leaving his seat. He turned completely red and silently thanked Merlin that it was so dark in the common room as he realized that he was getting hard. He sat there frozen and confused, and hard. No one had ever had this effect on him, but the sheer thought of speaking to this woman was working him up to a point he could hardly control.

So instead, he sat listening to their conversation for a little while longer, sure they were unaware of his presence, until they both left for bed.