ugh draco is the typa guy who’d mock ur moans after u did the deed
“did ya have fun?” he cooes poking your side, this made you roll ur eyes playfully
“nope. ew. boring. hated every second of it.” you teased back, voice cracking mid sentence (probably because of how much you begged, screamed, moan u name it for him earlier)
"oh? is that so?. guess we'll have to practise some more." he comment quietly, he copied your position on the bed, eyes darting around his ceiling like he was thinking of something. there was a 4 second silence, and you close your eyes thinking that was the end of that conversation.
“ohhh dray” he mocked in a rather high pitched voice. You shot him a glare.
“malfoy.”
“Oh my god dray! shit i think im gonna cum fuck! please!”
“ugh enough draco!” you whined with a pout, covering your face underneath the sheets.
"oh daddy!" he followed you, tickling your side as you squirmed trying to hide your mortified giggles into the pillow. "isnt that what i heard? didn't you let that slip?" he questioned, knowing damn well what he heard.
“Not funny.” You deadpanned. He only laughed, leaning in to kiss your cheek— the only thing he could reach. You tried to sound intimidating, but all he heard was the world’s cutest baby bear trying to growl.
"apologies, my sweet girl." he calmed himself, manhandling you back to lying on his chest, giving your ass a little pat as if to say 'there we go, back where you belong.' you tilt your head back, barely hiding your smile as you sent him a fake glare. he leant down and kissed your nose with a pleased smile. "you know i like your pretty noises. you're just cute when you're embarrassed."
“whatever malfoy.”
a/n ; posting pt. 4 of timeless on the weekend or so sorry for the delay 😟
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Draco cared about appearances. Naturally, that extended to the person he called his.
He made a habit of looking you over whenever you arrived. Straightening your collar. Smoothing your hair behind your ear. Tugging your skirt a little lower if it had ridden up while you walked.
Maintenance on his most precious possession.
In his mind, it was simply responsibility. You were his. He didn't want you to attract unwanted attention.
Unfortunately for him, you were careless.
The absent-mindedness of someone who didn’t spend much time worrying about how they looked.
Sometimes you forgot to wear anything under your skirt except underwear. Sometimes you had runs in your stockings. Sometimes you forgot a bra.
Today had been one of those careless days.
You’d run into Theo in the library while he was gathering a small disaster of books from the floor.
“Oh—Theo, let me help you.”
You’d dropped to your knees without thinking and started picking them up, stacking them neatly in your arms before handing them back to him. It was just about the last one when everything happened at once.
Theo stood up with his stack of books.
You looked up and reached out to give him the final one.
Neither of you noticed right away.
When you’d bent down, the fabric of your shirt had shifted—and your breast, that tender swell of flesh Draco considered his personal pacifier, had slipped free from the neckline.
Theo’s expression changed instantly. Shock flickered across his face.
You followed his gaze downward and felt your stomach drop.
Panic hit you all at once.
You quickly pulled your shirt back into place, fumbling with the buttons as heat rushed up your neck.
You stood up to face him. The silence between you was unbearable.
The first thing out of your mouth was rushed and desperate.
“Please don’t tell Draco.”
Your voice dropped to a nervous whisper.
“He’ll kill me.”
Theo just stared at you for a moment, clearly trying not to laugh.
“It’s fine,” he said lightly. “I wouldn’t worry.”
He'd left it at that.
But you did worry. Theo was Draco’s closest friend. They told each other everything.
You knew you were doomed when a paper bird landed neatly on your bed that night.
My dorm. Now.
Your heart sank.
You hurriedly grabbed the nearest bra you could find and pulled it on before heading out.
You had assumed Draco would be alone.
But when you pushed open the door to his dormitory, you stopped short.
Theo was there too.
He sat cross-legged on the carpet across from Draco, loosely hugging his knees. A bottle rested between them.
Theo looked up first, a sly smile curling across his face.
Your stomach twisted. I’m screwed.
“Come here, sweets,” Draco said, patting his lap.
You hesitated in the doorway.
“Draco—”
“Come.”
The quiet command left little room for argument.
You crossed the room slowly and sat down on his lap. His hands slid around your thighs, steady and warm.
You tried to let the familiarity comfort you. To wrap yourself with his frame and scent that you always felt protected you.
Tonight it only made your nerves worse.
Theo watched the two of you with open interest. Draco pressed his lips lightly against your neck as he spoke. It was a habit of his.
“Theo was just telling me about what you did in the library today.”
The room felt impossibly quiet. All you could hear was your heartbeat. The warmth of his breath against your nape made you shiver.
You shot Theo a glare.
“You swore.”
“I didn’t,” he said with an easy smirk, lifting the bottle and taking a lazy sip. “And you know where my loyalties lie, dollface.”
You shifted restlessly on Draco’s lap, suddenly feeling trapped.
Draco’s hands tightened slightly at your waist, lifting you just enough to settle you properly against him again.
“It's okay,” he murmured.
Then he took the bottle from Theo and tilted it toward you.
“Drink.” He felt uncharacteristically quiet, like he was biting his tongue.
“We have classes early tomorrow.”
“Come on. We can’t be the only ones drinking.” Theo chuckled softly, his laugh had such a raspy quality.
You stayed silent, hoping the moment might pass. But, it didn't.
Draco took a swig. Then, he gently tilted your chin toward him.
Before you could protest, his mouth met yours—warm, firm—and he pressed the wine into your mouth with a slow tender kiss. It tasted so sweet coming from him.
When he pulled back, his grey eyes studied your face.
“You worry too much,” Draco murmured.
“See?” Theo said lazily.
Your heart had settled a little, Draco didn’t seem nearly as angry as you had feared. Maybe you were off the hook.
You’d been sitting on his lap for a while now, the warmth of him steady against your back as the three of you talked. The bottle passed lazily between you. What had started as cautious sips slowly turned into more than you meant to drink.
You were always a lightweight.
The wine made everything softer around the edges.
At some point your lips had loosened into easier smiles. Draco had pulled your hair free from its braid, combing through it gently. A faint warmth spread through your limbs, and you found yourself leaning back into him more comfortably than before.
The room swayed just slightly when you moved.
Draco tilted your chin again, offering you another kiss with wine.
You accepted it easily, expecting the same brief press of lips.
But this time it lingered.
His purple-stained mouth stayed against yours, slow and deliberate. You felt his tongue slip into the kiss before you had time to react.
The taste of wine lingered between you.
When you finally pulled back, a little breathless, you frowned slightly.
“Draco, you’ve had too much.” Your voice came out softer than you intended.
Instead of answering, his hand tightened at your waist, anchoring you against him. His lips brushed along your jaw, then drifted down to the side of your neck.
“Theo's—” Your protest faded into a quiet exhale as he ran his tongue up the curve of your shoulder.
Across from you, Theo watched.
He hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, leaning back on his hands now. His dark eyes followed the two of you with amusement.
The awareness of it made heat creep up your neck.
You dropped your gaze quickly, staring down at your lap instead.
You didn’t want him to see the expressions crossing your face. Not the way your breath caught. Not the way your fingers tightened on Draco’s sleeve.
Behind you, Draco seemed entirely unconcerned with the audience.
“Draco, please,” you murmured, your cheeks warming.
“Hm?”
His voice was absentminded, distracted.
You felt his fingers slip to the buttons of your shirt while his lips brushed against the edge of your ear. He nipped lightly, knowing exactly how sensitive that spot was. You arched instinctively against him.
Between the warmth of the wine and the haze settling over your thoughts, you barely noticed what his hand was doing. One button, then another—his fingers working with effortless familiarity.
By the time you realized, your shirt had fallen open.
“Oh,” Theo’s voice cut in, amused. “Actually wearing a bra this time."
You blinked slowly, his voice seemed so hazy, so far away.
“It was an accident,” you murmured, more to yourself.
You knew you were a lost cause the moment you felt Draco grow firm beneath you—his familiar hardness pressing up through the fabric.
You could feel it clearly where you sat, the shape of him nudging against the sensitive spot of your clit. A soft, helpless mewl slipped from your throat as your body reacted before your mind could catch up.
You rocked instinctively, it always made you so weak.
Grinding against the bulge in his trousers, the rough drag of his zipper through the fabric sent sparks through you. The friction alone felt like it could push you over the edge. You were so drunk, so wrapped up in the sensation, that you’d completely forgotten Theo was even there.
Your head fell back against Draco’s shoulder, breath hitching as you mewled, “Oh, Draco…”
“You've such a good girl" Theo drawled quietly, that you couldn't hear him through the haze. Couldn't see he'd been palming the plump cock under his pants.
Draco's hands guided your hips, rocking you slowly back and forth, grinding you harder on top of him. He knew exactly how this could undo you, how easily the motion could push you right to the edge. You could hear your slick.
Your legs parted wide when Draco shifted beneath you, his thighs spreading yours further. Heat rushed to your face when you felt his hand slide up your skirt, lifting the fabric.
A moment later, your underwear was tugged aside. You were so sensitive, you shivered when air hit your cunt.
“What do you think, Theo?” Draco asked softly.
“Fuck… it’s so wet and puffy.” Theo leaned closer, brushing his fingers against your folds, voice low with astonishment.
“No, please…” you protested weakly, cheeks burning, grabbing at Draco's hand spreading you apart.
Draco’s breath brushed your ear as he held you steady. “Why don't you let him see, my coquine,” he coaxed. “Since you don't seem particularly concerned about modesty."
Draco’s hands began to tug your underwear down.
"Have a taste, Theo. She's so eager to please you."
Theo stepped closer, dropping to his knees between your legs. His eyes flicked up to yours, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth.
“Gods, I'll ruin you,” he murmured, voice low with amusement. You’d never been attracted to Theo, but seeing him like this—face flushed under you, he’d reminded you of Draco.
He pressed his tongue flat onto your cunt, glancing up through his long lashes to watch your reaction. Your breath caught, and you reached down to push away his head.
But then his tongue slipped inside you. His pert nose perfectly angled to bump against your clit. He’d always thought his nose could be the most perfect toy.
He kept fucking you with his tongue.
"Fuck," You breathed.
Behind you, Draco had already moved on to the next distraction. His fingers slipped behind your back, deftly unclasping your bra and easing it away. The moment the fabric loosened, his hand came down sharply against your right breast.
“Ow!”
“That,” Draco said coolly, “is for your insolence.”
Theo stuffed his thick fingers inside your cunt, pushing them deep inside you as his tongue focussed on your bud. He felt your walls compress impossibly around his fingers.
"You're really fucking tight." Swirl.
"I can barely put two in." Suck.
"How are you going to take me, baby?" Bite.
You whimpered softly, a sting of embarrassment. You’d always been on the smaller side. When you first started sleeping with Draco, he’d had to take his time with you—slowly easing you open, adding more fingers one by one until your body learned to take him.
He didn’t slow down—didn’t even seem to consider stopping. He wanted you to come.
"Just like that. Let go for me."
And you did.
"Oh—!" You whined as your back arched against Draco, your body tightening before the pleasure finally broke over you. You came with a soft cry, your fingers gripping Draco's as Theo held you there, determined to see you through every second of it.
"I always love that little noise she makes when she comes."
Only when the tension faded did he pull back slightly. He dragged his tongue in one slow, broad stripe, tasting what he’d drawn from you before finally lifting his head.
You rested your head against Draco’s chest, your body heavy with the lingering warmth of it all.
“We’re not done, my dear.”
His fingers lifted your chin slightly before he tapped your cheek with a light slap, brushing the damp strands of hair that clung to your skin away from your face. As if keeping you from passing out.
Theo pushed himself to his feet, unzipping his pants.
Everything felt hazy, like you were drifting through a dream. Nothing quite made sense anymore. Your thoughts were slow, all you could really feel was pleasure.
It felt like you'd just blinked, and suddenly you were lying on the bed, your head near the footboard. The boys had taken their clothes off.
You were faced with Theo's cock, unsheathed from his pants.
It was thick and flushed pink, veins tracing along the length of it. So hard it almost looked fragile in its tension, as if the slightest flick might snap it. Theo nudged the tip against your lips, smearing the bead of pre-cum slowly across them.
“Be rough with her, Theo. She ought to learn."
You knew the rumors. Theodore Nott wasn’t known for restraint. Of the boys, he'd had a tendency to be rougher, to leave lasting bruises and bites. He had a darker appetite, wanted sex to hurt.
You lolled your head to the side to look at Draco with a tinge of fear in your eyes. You were so used to Draco's—longer, slightly skinnier. The kind that deliciously bullied that spot. The one you'd sometimes see bulging through your belly. Your cunt quivered and pulsed at the thought of stretching around Theo.
Theo laughed softly, "You'll be good for me, won't you? Open up, pretty."
You tilted your head back and wrapped your hands around him. The weight and heat of him alone confirmed every rumour you’d heard. He felt heavy in your grip—daunting, he’d been made to overwhelm. You traced your tongue over the soft head in slow, testing strokes, letting the taste linger as you explored him.
In front of you, Draco had been sliding himself against your swollen lips, dragging his length through the slick warmth there. His thumb had gone pale from how firmly he pressed it against you as he rolled his hips forward. The wet sounds your body made and the heat of the friction drew a sharp hiss from him.
“You’re so slippery,” he muttered, breath uneven. “I can’t even get inside you. You love having us both at once, don’t you?”
Before you could react, he shifted you, lifting your ankle and settling it over his shoulder so he could angle you exactly the way he wanted. The movement was practiced, deliberate.
He drove into you in one deep, sudden thrust. No matter how many times you’d taken him, the length still managed to steal the breath from your lungs. He gave your clit an instinctive press with his thumb, as though he hadn’t meant to be quite so punishing.
The sound that escaped you was muffled as it vibrated around Theo, and he let out a quiet, pleased hum at the sensation. Taking the opportunity, he eased a few inches deeper, guiding you with a gentle hand as your lips stretched around him.
His fingers brushed along the line of your throat in quiet appreciation, feeling the subtle movement there. "Fuck, your mouth is squeezing me."
He began thrusting into your mouth with growing urgency, the pace turning almost feverish. You lifted your hands to his thighs, pushing lightly in an attempt to slow him, your eyes beginning to water from the intensity.
Theo barely seemed to notice, lost in the sensation, using your mouth with careless indulgence.
“Perfect little toy,” he murmured.
They moved together, settling into a rapid, punishing rhythm. The bedframe shuddered beneath you, creaking loudly with every movement.
They seemed lost in their own haze—breaths turning heavy, low groans slipping past their lips.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck."
It was too much in the best possible way—the kind of intensity that melted thought and turned every nerve into a live wire, leaving you suspended in a haze of bright, consuming pleasure.
You could almost picture it as some decadent Renaissance scene—two divinities, one nymph, tangled in appetite and excess. A bacchanal in miniature, where restraint had quietly disappeared.
All because of something so small—an accidental slip, a glance that lasted a beat too long.
You felt Draco thrusting steadily inside you, again and again. A pale, creamy ring had formed at the base where your bodies met, slick and warm. Every deep stroke hit that sensitive place that made your body seize around him.
You wished you could see his face. You always loved watching him when he fucked you—seeing the way he looked when he took you apart.
Above you, Theo was using your mouth freely, his thrusts pushing the head of his cock against the back of your throat. But it still wasn’t quite enough for him.
There was restraint in the way he held back. He didn’t want to finish like this.
Your hand slipped down between your legs, pressing at your clit in desperation, eager to push yourself over the edge.
Draco swatted your hand away.
“She’s enjoying herself too much,” Theo panted teasingly.
“Hold her still.”
Draco shifted back onto the bed as Theo stepped forward and caught your arms. You didn’t quite understand what they were planning until they began moving you.
Before you knew it, you had been guided between them.
Your cunt throbbed at the feeling of both of their tips brushing against you. Seeing them side by side made your thoughts blur into a dizzy haze. You knew you shouldn’t be this eager—but the sight alone made you wetter.
Theo’s hand slid between your thighs from behind, spreading your slick slowly. His body pressed firm against your back, one arm circling your waist.
You leaned forward, bracing yourself above Draco, your arms caging him beneath you.
“So wet,” Theo murmured behind you. “Good girl. You’re ready to take both.”
“Mmm…” you moaned softly.
Draco watched you with quiet indulgence. You knew it would be a strain, but the emptiness inside you felt unbearable—you just needed something there. You wanted to please them, to give them the reaction they were looking for.
Your cheeks flushed at yourself. Only minutes ago you’d been hesitant.
Draco lined himself up first. You arched into him instinctively as he slid inside you.
“Mmm… Draco. Love you.” You whispered.
You bit your lip as you looked down at him.
You weren’t sure why you said it then. Maybe it was your quiet way of reminding him—you still belonged to him. Even while you took another man's cock.
I’m filthy, but I’m all yours.
Draco answered by pulling you down into a deep kiss.
Behind you, Theo slid a finger inside you, testing how much room he had. He hissed quietly at the tightness.
“I’ll try to take it slow, doll.”
You felt the head of him press carefully at your entrance before beginning to ease inside. You groaned into Draco’s mouth.
The stretch was blinding—sharp and intense, that same mixture of pain and pleasure you remembered from the first time you’d ever been taken. Your body trembled as you felt yourself trying desperately to accommodate him.
“Just a little deeper, love,” Theo whispered, the pet name added gently to soothe you.
You pressed your forehead against Draco’s, panting as he pulled your waist closer. When he looked up at you, he saw the strain in your expression—and groaned softly at the new tightness surrounding him.
They both stilled for a moment once Theo was fully seated inside you, bodies pressed close as they caught their breath. You could feel the heat of them, the subtle pulse of their bodies where they were joined with yours. That living warmth made you shiver—you had always loved that feeling.
The pause was brief, just long enough for you to adjust. But it was clear neither of them could last much longer. Soon they began to move.
Theo was rougher than Draco, his thrusts sharper, pushing you forward each time so your body rocked above Draco. The movement quickly became overwhelming.
“Oh gods—it’s too much—!” you gasped.
Your thoughts scattered under the sensation. The pressure of them moving inside you in different rhythms, the deep stretch, the sound of skin against skin—it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Each motion felt impossibly deep, sending waves of sensation through you.
Your hands found Draco’s instinctively, fingers threading together as if you needed something solid to hold onto.
“Look at you,” Draco murmured. “Taking us so well.”
You glanced down and noticed the faint rise of your stomach as they moved, the subtle shift beneath your skin with every thrust. Draco’s hand came to rest there, his touch almost gentle as he traced the curve.
Draco looked up at you, and your face told him everything. You were teetering on the edge of it all, barely holding yourself together. Your soft moans had faded into ragged breathing, your body trembling with the strain of it.
His hand slid down between your legs, thumb finding your clit in a steady, soothing motion, trying to ground you. My poor baby… let me help you, the gesture seemed to say, a quiet attempt to steady you.
But neither of them slowed.
Their rhythm grew messier, urgency creeping into every movement as they pushed closer to the edge. They were losing their careful coordination now, chasing the same overwhelming high. Theo leaned into you from behind, his hands around your hips bruising, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down.
“Oh—it’s too good,” he groaned against your skin. “You’re too good.”
You felt Draco come first. His body tensed beneath you, the subtle pulsing inside you giving him away before he even groaned. He spilled inside you, then softened and slowly pulled out, breath heavy.
The added thick creaminess only seemed to push Theo closer to the edge. Draco’s cum made it feel so divine, he always came so much you could feel it running down your thighs. Theo drew you upright against him, arms wrapping around yours to keep you steady as he thrusted upwards.
His pounding grew desperate, the slickness between your bodies making every movement easier, louder. Schlick, schlick, schlick.
It was all so filthy—your boyfriend's best friend shamelessly fucking his seed into you.
“Look at me,” Draco panted from below you.
His thumb found your clit again, rubbing carefully, helping you chase the last edge of your pleasure.
Behind you, Theo kept moving, his voice strained against your ear. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered, almost helplessly.
Your vision blurred, the room tilting as sensation overwhelmed you. Through the haze, you could just make out Draco’s lips forming the words again.
Just look at me. As if he needed you to remember that this had all begun with him, even while his best friend moved inside you. I’m the one making you come.
The release hit you all at once—bright and overwhelming, the kind of pleasure that left your body trembling as if you'd had some part of you die.
You slumped forward into Draco, your body trembling with the lingering aftershocks. Behind you, Theo pressed soft kisses along the curve of your back.
“Savour it, pretty,” he murmured. “Most perfect girl.”
He glanced down between you as he slowly pulled out. The cum pooled between your bodies.
With a quiet, almost absent motion, Theo pressed some of it back into you, as if claiming his own place inside.
That was the last sensation you'd felt before you passed out. You knew then this would not be the last time.
EARLIER
“Draco, you’ve really got to control your girl,” Theo said lightly, dropping into the seat across from him in the Great Hall.
Draco barely looked up from his plate. “What are you on about?”
Theo tilted his head, the faintest smirk pulling at his mouth. “She just showed me her tits in the library.”
Draco’s fork paused mid-air.
“I’m telling you,” Theo continued lazily, leaning back in his chair, “if it hadn’t been me, she probably wouldn’t have made it out of that library so easily.” His tone carried a sort of concern. “You really ought to keep her on a tighter leash.”
Draco finally looked up at him. “She thinks she can have the both of us?”
Theo’s smile widened slightly as he finished the thought for him.
“Greedy girls like her need to be taught a lesson.”
summary: draco couldn’t hide his feelings for you anymore, not when you’re dancing with his worst enemy.
The silk of her garment knocked him out of his consciousness. Maybe it’s a silly phase he’s going through, but he can’t make any promises, though. For her presence ignited something far worse inside him, if you could believe it could get any worse, that is. He liked looking at her; it was that simple.
“Malfoy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Parkinson exclaimed, tapping his shoulder, all he could manage was a grunt. “Don’t touch me.” He straightened his posture, finally looking at the black-haired girl beside him. Another eye roll, and he moved forward, leaving her standing.
The violet glowed beneath the brown of her skin, and the gold shone its way through everyone's vision. “Looking for something, rather, someone?” he quietly approached you.
“Malfoy! Finally, someone I know.” You held onto his arm, “Where are the others? I thought I saw Theo for a second!” You looked up at him, baby blues clashing with your curiosity.
“Late. As always. Theodore’s with Parkinson, who’s been hollering about you for the past thirty minutes, I’ve been stuck with her.” he rolled his eyes, with the antics Pansy had pulled with him in the past years at Hogwarts, he never ought to understand her aim.
“Hush! She’s my friend, she’s only worried.” You let out a laugh, and his knees almost buckled. Clearing his throat, he let out a bit of truth.
“You look good, tonight.” he couldn’t meet your eyes, looking ahead in the crowd, masking his interest — but you knew him too well.
“Thank you, Draco.” With his name slipping out of your tongue, his knees could’ve given out, and he wouldn’t even notice. He was already too busy reminiscing about the sound of his name from your voice. Sweet, melodic, disguising the cruelty the name came with.
“You look nice as well, really nice.” The last part came out in a whisper, for only him to hear, for only his heart to feel. His head turned, gracing you with a small nod, accompanied by a smile. It didn’t last as long as you’d like, as he turned to the crowd again,
“If only Potter didn’t beat me to it,” he traced your palm with his fingers, “He better dance well, treat you the best.” he let out a self-effacing chuckle and let you go, “Draco, wait–”
“There you are! Up, come on!” McGonagall took you by your shoulders and faced you beside Harry.
“Hi. You look beautiful! Thanks for agreeing to come with me,” he sighed and grinned, looking at you, “Of course, Harry.” You smiled tightly, returning his gaze. But a certain blonde controlled it, and so you returned to the path of where he left, standing there alone — this didn’t feel right.
But the music played, and you waltzed. Waltzed to the sound of murmurs, Harry, with his two left feet, let out, and plagued an apologetic smile. At the end of the dance, you parted your ways — you knew Harry would come and find you later. You just needed air.
Carefully looking around yourself, you made sure to be invisible to the room before stepping out. If Snape saw you sneak out, he’d surely deduct points from his own house.
With the wind lapping around you, it felt bearable, the confusion. Tip-toeing around your own feelings, you’d never think of the night to go this way. After all, you’d been the most excited for the ball, only reading about it on your own — you thought it’d feel magical, and you’d feel loved with a dress of your own in the hands of the one.
“You’ll catch a cold,” his voice came out surprised, as if he’d never expect to see you out, especially now. “So could you, yet you’re out here as well.” You finally turn around to look at him, properly.
His blonde hair was a mess compared to the beginning of the night, as if he’d run his hands through it. He looked like an exquisite mess.
He had taken off his blazer, only in his waistcoat, a white shirt, and his carefully ironed pants. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in your presence like you were his. “You and Potter have fun?” he scoffed.
You rolled your eyes, “You know, I have no problem with him. Only you do.” This made him scowl. “A problem? He is a problem, a major one. You should know this.”,
“You’re just mad I said yes to being his date, you know, it was either him or one of those creeps — from our own house, might I add!” You were getting mad now. What choice did you have? Harry was one of your friends; it wasn’t anything romantic. He made that clear, and so did you.
“You did have another choice, Y/N.” Hearing Draco call you by your name, you felt time stop. “Yeah, who?” You pressed the issue.
He just looked at you. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat. “Go inside before you get cold, Pansy’s waiting for you”
“No! Stop steering away from the topic; you started this argument! Tell me who else I would have gone with? It’s not like-”, before you could finish your point, he interrupted you.
“Me!” he said loudly, frustrated. He laughed manically, “Has it ever occurred to you in the past five fucking days in the midst of these ‘creeps’ asking you out, I could be a choice?” you gasped.
“Draco, what are you saying?” you whispered. “I’m saying,” he crept closer, “you could’ve gone with me.”
“But that’s never been a choice for you, has it?” he snarled. “Don’t get wild on me. For Merlin’s sake! You could’ve asked, Draco. I would’ve said yes, you know, I wished on nothing else but for exactly that!”
“You never could pluck up the courage and just ask me, so before you get frustrated and mad that I didn’t choose you — I never knew I could!” you were almost screaming, he looked straight at you, a feeble expression visible.
“Wished?” he repeated, “You wished for me to ask you?” We were both breathing heavily, words exchanged — all we could do was remind ourselves about boundaries, while trepidatiously stepping around them.
“Is that all you could get from what I said? You really are daft as a balloon, I-” your words were muffled, and your frustration sank. With a quiet lean, he pressed himself against you and touched your lips with his own.
“Shut up,” he mumbled into the kiss, his hands moving up to grip your waist, while you stood surprised, unable to move.
“What are you doing?” You murmured feverishly as he gave space to the gap between both of you, again, already missing his lips on yours. You felt drunk, your eyes were heavy and his gaze toxic.
“What I’ve wanted to do for the past five years,” he breathed out, while you could only look at him and process this. My gaze shifted to his lips, “What do you want, love?” he whispered, “I’ll stop, I’ll do anything you want me to.”, It was your turn to say something.
“I don’t want to ruin this,” You said, finally taking my eyes off him and gazing into the distance behind him, “Ruin what?”, he asked, taking a step back.
“This- our friendship. I can’t lose you, Draco.” Your voice sounded apologetic, and you regretted those words as soon as they came out. Damn it, rationality was never your strong suit. Why now!
“Okay,” he nodded and turned his heel, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then.” You stayed quiet as he walked a few steps ahead, your back turned against him. It was only when he’d walked considerably far that you acted out.
You couldn’t let go of him, of what you and he had. You’d been wishing on every shooting star, on every fallen petal, on every fallen eyelash — for him. To run to him, back home. To scream at him, to heal him, to talk to him, to be whoever you wanted to be — with no one but him.
To love him. As you had done, since you met him, since you saw him being kind, a hidden part he refused to acknowledge. To carry the wicked of his name, and to love it. You were only fooling yourself when you spoke about friendship. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the stupid smirk off his face and fall asleep in his arms. You wanted Draco Malfoy wholly to yourself.
Your feet started moving before you could think, and suddenly, you were running. Your heels clacked against the stony pathways of this school, against the same corridor you walked with him, hand in hand. A simple intertwining of both your hands, the normality of it all.
You knew where to find him.
The turns and the stairs, your feet ached in desperation, and your heart cried out from the breath you refused to take. Not without him, not today, cupid.
You found yourself hurriedly climbing the spiral staircase of the all too familiar tower, where your constellations lay together, and you both could lie down and talk about your and his defeats. His quiet sighs, the smoke from his lungs, and the silent companionship.
Up and above, you found the room to be empty and stepped out onto the balcony. On a random day, he would’ve been with you. Sharing a cigarette, sharing a look, and sharing his secrets. “Draco,” you gasped. Merlin knew you had no air inside your lungs.
He turned around almost immediately, surprised at your voice, “Of course you knew where to find me,” he shook his head, and looked above in desist. “I’m sorry, love. I can’t hear more about our friendship,” he laughed, still not looking at you, “Or, as a matter of fact, I can’t even look at you right now.”
“Why?”, “Because when I look at you, I see something you don’t.” You wait for him to continue,
“I don’t want to be your friend, I can’t take a single minute of being your fucking friend and not being able to touch you, to kiss you, and to admire you. Pretence was never my strong suit, and never will be.”
“Frankly, I’m done pretending,” he finally said, looking at you, eyes dropping to your lips.
“We can’t be friends anymore,” he pursed his lips together, “I want you, and I can’t hide it. I don’t want to hide it.”
“Kiss me, again,” you spoke up, finally. “Kiss me until you’re tired of it,” “What?” he looked up again, bleary eyes full of hope.
“I don’t want to be your friend, Draco Malfoy. No, I was wrong.” “Are you playing a joke?” You laughed aloud and shook your head ‘no’.
You stepped closer towards him and ironed out his shirt with your hands, grabbing a hold of his collar with one, and his face with the other. “I want you, only you, Malfoy. I was so very wrong.”, with his signature smirk returning,
“I know,” he muttered and took you by your lips again.
Laughing into the kiss, it felt more intense than ever. It was pure need and devotion. His tongue battled yours until he controlled the movement, his hands wandering all over your body, as yours travelled towards his chest, trying to feel his heart.
Mumbling sweet nothings into the kiss, it felt true to be alive with him. It felt normal, natural, like it should’ve been so ages ago. Parting slowly, he took your hands in his, “You feel it?” “Your heart's hammering,” You giggled, feeling the not-so-steady beat of his heart. The cold and gleaming Draco Malfoy, and you could feel him in the palm of your hand.
“All because of you.”
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James: yeah, me too! I'm definitely not annoyed by the fact that you fell in love with a Slytherin seeker boy who's the heir to the Black house and had an enemies to lovers with him until he got the mark and broke up with you so then you married a redhead and had a son that fell in love with another Slytherin boy, heir to the house of black!
James: I'm not mad, it's just constructive criticism. Like. You're not very original bro but okay, don't worry, I'm not upset!
