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Sweet and Sour Chapter 9.

Summary: When things go sour between you and Harry after a failed attempt to tell him of your relationship with Draco, Draco proves to have more heart than the Gryffindor.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ sexual ideations, slight masochism, cursing, fighting)

Song: Forget me too - MGK feat. Halsey

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Waiting a few minutes before entering the Great Hall after Draco, your panties having gummed up uncomfortably in the remaining time, your eyes are drawn to Harry through the sea of heads, his rumpled black hair bobbing with laughter, the space beside him vacant for you.

I wonder how long it will take him to get over this you wonder, followed by a mental series of snappy to violent responses that could be expected from Harry.

Still, you felt at peace with having given yourself to Draco. Your friends were right; this had nothing to do with Harry, although you regretted how it would break his heart.

Sighing heavily, unnerved by the ache in your crotch, you move along past the tables, feeling the tingling squish between your thighs and also like a spectacle as whispers and eyes follow your figure all the way to the other end of the room at the Gryffindor table.

And there is Draco, that devil, leaning against the snack table, grinning at you slyly. With him and guaranteed release so far away, you wonder momentarily why you agreed to play this sick game.

As your reluctant footsteps clack nearer, Harry's head snaps up, his pupils dialating, cheerful expression turning mushy at the sight of you. "Y/n!" he calls, his cheeks pink and grinning.

Across the table, the greeting is followed up by Fred and George, also back from Quidditch practice, and your group of friends from earlier. From beside Neville, of course Luna is already shooting you her reassuring gaze; she had such a calming prescence that being kinky felt simply wrong around her.

Attempting to smile back at them, your heart pangs, solidly echoing through your chest cavity. Please, please don't let Harry see the look in my eyes, which you knew would be one of lust and dread.

Harry doesn't. Traveling absentmindedly over the back of his head, he runs his hand over his hair, smoothing it down; his eyes are blinded by your beauty, too engrossed to be concerned about the awkward smile you gave him - he was the one feeling more awkward right now, under the strain of flocks of butterflies twirling through his stomach.

Scooting uncomfortably beside Harry, mortified, you send up a prayer to the ghost of Dumbldore that your soaked panties would not leave a wet patch on the bench as Harry wraps his arms around you, eagerly pressing his soft head into your shoulder.

Warmth settles again in your chest, the familar friendly feel of his presence. And then there's the enticing need that rushes at your teased clit from having another warm body pressed against yours, ugring your hips to grind on his thigh - did Draco know this was going to happen?

Surpressing the instinct, guilty arousal twinges in your gut as you remeber again that you are going to touch Harry with a soaked pussy and a hand covered in its discreetly dried juices. Fuck.

Shamefully reaching for Harry, your hand clasps around his back and you pull him in close. Breathing in the applewood scent of his hair, you try to relish what may be, in the worse case scenario, the last time you share this with him.

I love you, Harry...but that love was not strong enough to keep you from doing anything to lose him...

Vibrations of Harry's laughter rumble into your shoulder; he nuzzles his head into your neck, right over the spot where Draco had kissed you minutes before.

Guilt spikes hotly through your veins, as well as the sudden funny thought that Harry is indirectly kissing his archnemesis. But god, you feel filthy; a slut for Draco, your tarnished body being clutched and lusted for by another man, without his knowledge of what was on his back and under your skirt...and you thought Draco was a voyeur!

Peering subtly around Harry's back, surveying the room, you spot the amused Slytherin Prince watching you a few feet away, munching on a green apple; a slight frown formed on his face from suppressing the urge to wrench you from Harry's arms - and probably restrain you from having male friends in general, but it wasn't odd that he wanted to parade you before his enemy, using any possible tactic. Throwing him a wilting smile, you try to signal with your eyes, How did you rope me into this, you slick motherfucker?

Hearing a pleased sigh sound from your chest, stirring out of your thoughts, you find that Harry had not let go of you, having taken advantage of holding onto you as long as he could; you figured he never would pull away on his own accord and was probably still waiting for you to push him off. You decide to do it now.

When your grip around him loosens, Harry timdily leans back into his seat revealing his crooked glasses, red face and even messier hair; sheepishly, he reaches up to smooth it down again, seeing that your eyes are focused there.

"U-um, Harry? Can I talk to you in few minutes? I actually don't have long to sit with you today - I'm sorry," you add soulfully, seeing how he looks crestfallen at your words.

"Of course," replies Harry, his voice ringing with dissipointment.

"-but let's just hangout for a few more minutes before I have to go, okay, Har?" Smiling at him softly, you are genuinely sorry that you will now have to manage your Gryffindor time even more when you barely had enough time with them to begin with.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah sure," Harry answers, sadness still looming behind his emerald eyes.

Grabbing a piece of crispy bacon off of his plate to try and lighten the mood, Harry is already grinning again at the intimacy of your action.

"I know how it feels..." Harry whispers to you after a few minutes of comfortable idle chatter with you, Ron and Hermione, who were carefully refraining mentioning the rumors.

"Uh, how what feels, Harry?" you ask with hesitance.

"People making up things about you, whispering behind your back." Eyes softening, he gives you a sympathetic gaze.

An icy chill spikes through your veins as you realize what Harry is alluding to. Trying to keep your face expressionless, you hope you have prevented the horror from seeping out of your eyes.

"How could they think you would ever date that git?" continues Harry, "Why not me, you know?" he chides, dropping that little hint and smiling at you over his pancakes.

Disgust wells up in pit of your stomach; your Slytherin crew and Gryffindor friends knew how much you loathed it when they shit talked each other around you. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, Harry was probably a little scared that the rumors were true, regardless of Hermione's earlier assumption.

"Harry," you caution him as gently as you can while his mouth is safely stuffed with raspberry syrup slathered pancakes, "please don't speak that way about my friend."

"Since when are you and Malfoy friends? Don't you just sit next to him and stuff?" comes Harry's cheeky reply.

Anger coils tighter in your stomach at the smug look on his face, and you can say with confidence that any trace of arousal left in your groin is gone; Harry really was allowing himself to shoot his mouth off.

Giving him a stern glare, your lips pursed in rage, you warn him to be quiet. That fucking wannabe Slytherin...

"Really, I think you need to lay off of that, defending him all the time. Malfoy's a terrible person, Y/n; you know that. I think I have a right to hate him," Harry reasons, a pitying, belittling look on his face as he alludes to you having bad judgement.

That's it. You are not going to sit here like a puppy and take this.

Abruptly scooting back from Harry, you bolt up from the table. Fred and George watch you with fascination, a whimsical smile playing on their lips as if urging you on; Hermione, Ron, and the others have gone silent in dread of the coming fight.

"How dare you say that to me!" you whisper harshly at Harry under your breath, "you don't care about me either, I take it!"

"Wha-well I was just sharing my opinion! " he exclaims, more in hurt than in anger at your uncharacteristic outburst.

Forget this. Leaning in close to his stunned face and wide emerald eyes that still dared to gaze at you as if you were the sun, "For your information, Potter, the rumors are true; Draco is my boyfriend," you seethe. "Why did it take us so long to get together, you ask?" tears well up in your eyes, "because I was considering your feelings! After a long time, I realized that I wasn't considering my own, or Draco's, whom I happen to love!"

Jerking back from Harry, whose own eyes have been lit by fright and are welling up, "Draco is kinder to me than you'll ever be!" you spit.

Hermione gasps and Ron stares in awe as the table around you grows quiet. You don't dare look at Luna.

Harry's face is ghastly white aside from the redness blooming on his nose and cheeks. Bottom lip quivering, clumsily he stands, lurching foward and gripping onto your arm. "P-please I-I-"

Shaking yourself from his grasp, you ignore his pleas, pointedly making a b-line toward the Slytherin table.

Right on your heels, Harry's warm hand lassoes out and grips onto your arm again, harder, this time halting you in your tracks.

Rage swelling within your chest, before you have a chance to respond,

"Get off of her, Potter!" snarles Draco, and is beside you in an instant, ripping Harry's arm off of you and scooping your shaking body into his chest. Looming between you and Harry, Draco's shields you from him, towering over the both of you.

"You get your filthy hands off of her!" Harry's eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his bottom lip quivering as his glare scorches the taller boy, yet he makes no move to reach for you again.

"She happens to be mine," spits Draco with malice, leaning closer to Harry's stunned face. "I can do whatever I want to her," his voice silky, Draco's eyes hint at more as a smirk curls on his lip.

Stepping in closer with deliberate provocation, Harry leans venomously into Draco's snarling face. "Stop calling her yours, you prat! You can keep dreaming, Malfoy. I don't trust the words of a Death Eater!"

Cowering in Draco's chest, you can feel his heart beating faster and your own sinks, unable to believe that Harry could say something so vicious, even to his enemy. And you were the one who told Harry; Draco was just reiterating it. Was Harry really ignoring what you said? A spike of anger twinges deep within your chest, spilling over your cheeks in a red flush.

By this time the whole room has slowly died down, eyes from every table turning on you and the scene unfolding in front of them.

"I'm not asking you to trust me," responds Draco after a few moments of consideration, "I'm just shocked that you claim to love this woman, and yet even on your Gryffindor honor, you won't believe in your friend and value what she says." Draco's voice is dangerously quiet, his death stare boring into Harry's skull.

Provoked to the extreme, "The rumors are lies!" shouts Harry, his eyes set on the fuming boy before him, "You're blackmailing her, Malfoy!" an evil look lights on Harry's tearstreaked face and he pauses, knowing he's got a banger on the tip of his tongue. "Or is it...the Imperius Curse?" His voice is smooth with hatred.

Draco looks livid. In one swift move he removes one of his arms from around you and has drawn his wand, which ripples with the restrained flow of green electricity, crackling omniously over the surface. "Don't try me, Potter," he cautions softly.

Trembling with anger, Harry draws his own wand, flickering with red sparks.

"-Don't point that at her!" screeches Draco, squeezing you tighter as he raises his wand up to Harry's throat. "You will never," he spats the words with icy venom, "touch, or speak to my girlfriend again. You monster, accusing her brilliant mind of being broken because she loves me, because she has the strength, that you lack, Potter, to do that! You wish you had the kindness that burns in her heart."

Sharp features twisted into an irate grimace, stormy eyes piercing, "You wouldn't know what to do with her if you had her," Draco concludes.

"What is the meaning of this!" exclaims Professor Mcgonagall, striding in between Draco and Harry's outstretched wands, her stern face distorted with horror.

"He-" roar Draco and Harry in unison.

"-put your wands down first, please!" bellows the exasperated Professor, promptly cutting both of them off.

Hastily lowering their wands, the boys begin growling different versions of the story at the same time.

"-that is enough!" Professor Mcgonagall cries, holding her hand up between both of them, silencing their bogus claims. "You, my dear," she reasons gently, turning her gaze down her glasses to your cowering figure enveloped in Draco's arms. "Would you please tell me what happened?"

Pulling your tear stained face out of Draco's cedar scented shirt, you take a shivering breath, embarrassed that now everyone can see you crying.

"I-," you gulp, "I was defending Draco to Harry, who kept insulting him. When Harry wouldn't stop his rude behavior, I got up; then Harry grabbed my arm and kept trying to pull me back-"

At that, Professor Mcgonagall's eyes widen.

"-Draco came over at that point and got in between us, telling Harry to leave me alone. When Harry mentioned Draco using the Imperius Curse on me-"

Professor Mcgonagall looks livid.

"-Draco drew his wand," you finish through quivering lips.

A full minute of silence must have passed, during which you noticed the sparkling droplets of tears falling from beneath Harry's bangs, speckling the floor.

"And what sparked this type of abhorrent reaction in you, Mr. Potter, that you would you suspect Mr. Malfoy of using an Unforgivable?" Professor Mcgonagall casts a glare in Harry's cowering direction.

The Hall is silent, all chatter having ceased, putting Harry's response on display for the whole school.

Gaze scorching the floor, not daring to meet the Professor's scrutinous stare, Harry's bangs fall even lower over his eyes as he bends farther and begins to play with a loose string on his jacket.

"I...Y/n told me she's," Harry's voice falters, "...dating Malfoy..." he croaks coldly, yet the whisper carries through the ambiant room. Harry's ears are almost as red as the Gryffindor banner hanging behind him.

Whispers, giggles and snickers rise around the room at once.

"Silence!" declares the Professor, and the chatter fades into hushes.

A few more moments of silence pass between the four of you. Draco, having stowed his wand away, rubs your back soothingly, quelling the last of your tears with words of comfort. Meanwhile, Professor Mcgonagall looks pointedly at Harry, her face unreadable while he continues to bore into the shining wood of the floor, wishing it would swallow him, having pulled loose the string on his jacket with which he was fiddling.

Harry confirmed it, what everyone, including you, had suspected since first year...that he loved you.

"Are you telling me, Potter," Professor Mcgonagall speaks at last, "that the reason our peaceful morning was so shrilly interrupted is because you cannot handle seeing Y/n with someone else?" The Professor's lips are barely visible. "Have some respect, and spare some for yourself as well, Potter!"

Harry nods sullenly, still not breaking his gaze with the floor as the room fills with chatter again, and this time the Professor does not shush them.

Turning again toward you as if making sure, hence Draco cuddling you may be for some other reason, "Is this true?" the Professor nods softly toward the close pair of you.

"Yes," you answer sincerely in unison, although you can hear the restrained glee in Draco's voice.

Nodding swiftly and looking back at Harry, "Mr Potter, unfortunately I am faced with no other choice than to do this: fifty points from Gryffindor, and one month of detention!"

Disgruntled sighs sound from the Gryffindors, mixed with bouts of profanity.

"May I go now, Professor?" Harry mumbles, barely audibly.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, we are done here."

With that, Harry shuffles quickly from the hall, still keeping his head down, leaking eyes boring into his trainers and leaving droplets behind him. You watch him go in numb sorrow, wounds to fresh to be able to process the whole situation yet.

"Ms. L/n, Mr. Malfoy, I am terribly sorry for the unfortunate reception of your relationship and for the outrage caused here today by Mr. Potter. I am ashamed on his behalf, as he is in my house."

Uttering awkward thanks to her, The Professor sees you off and strides back to the head table with the air of an unpleasant job well done.

"Oh darling, I knew it could go badly, but not like that...that was one of the worst case scenarios," Draco mumbles to you, guiding you gently back to your own table. "It's not your fault, none of this. I didn't think straight earlier, consider that he would truly reduce himself to his worst and hurt you; I'm so, so sorry for putting you through that. Come here, love," he whispers, eyebrows narrowing with guilt as he leads you toward the Slytherins who are rushing over with expressions of worry.

"Oh Draco, it's not your fault," you look into his fearful eyes, "I knew this could happen, but I still wanted to go ahead with it and try to have fun with you. At least the beginning of our plan went nicely." Just the hint of a smile flutters across your face. "It means the world to me that you protected me."

"Darling," Draco whispers, looking intently into your eyes and pushing back a strand of hair from your face. "Of course I would; now that you're mine, I'm glad you let me." A timid smile ghosts over his lips. "Let me smother you, let me always protect you..."

Those warm words ignite a little twinge in your gut.

Pausing in your tracks, you nod. "Please take care of me," you whisper into Draco's ear a few feet from the Slytherin table.

"Thank you for letting me. I can't stop wanting to watch over you." Softly, Draco presses a kiss to your damp cheek. "Let me go grab you a napkin."

Pansy, Theo and Blaise are soon gathering you in their loving arms as Draco snatches a napkin from the table to give you to dry your face on.

"You guys okay?" Placing his hands on your shoulders, Blaise looks deep into your eyes, relaxing at the dry sight of them.

"God, do you know how hard I had to restrain Theo?" cries Pansy in relief, throwing herself around you.

"I fucking hate Potter," mutters Theo hotly, cracking his knuckles, "nice of you to pull your wand on him, eh Draco?" he throws his best friend a half smile, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder.

"Certainly; I don't know if you could hear it from here, but that bloody git accused me of using the Imperius Curse on Y/n. Bloody horrible thing to say," chides Draco.

Shaking his head at the statement, Theo sits back down and Draco follows lead, pulling you down next to him after hauling Pansy off of you. Wrapping an arm around you before Theo can, he shoots the sulking girl a suspicious glance. "That one's also quite attached to you," he mutters, drawing you nearer.

Before you get a chance to respond or eat anything, Crabbe and Goyle emerge, having finally returned from the Quidditch field. Waltzing to the table, they plunk down on either side of Millicent, who had passed you a chocolate crossiant in sympathy.

"I don't know what's up his ass, but you'll never guess what we saw in the hallway," blurts Goyle, consumed with amazement.

"-Potter, Harry Potter ran crying past us!" Crabbe finishes, gulping down a full goblet of orange juice.

Turning in exasperation, everyone who had been present for the sour show beforehand stare at them, variations of stunned, and in your case, exhausted, silence on your faces.

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The next chapter will be out within a few weeks~

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18+ Your relationship with Draco through the years - non-gendered Slytherin reader (fluffy blurb with some smut~)

Song: Dandelions - Ruth B.

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♡ Draco thought you were absolutely adorable at the first sight of you entering the Hogwarts Express

♡ Crabbe and Goyle teased him about it the moment they saw his face getting red and the way he stuck out his chest and started bragging loudly when you walked past

♡ But that didn't stop Draco

♡ He had crept slowly closer to you, fascinated by your face

♡ When you met each other soon afterwards, you had accidentally stepped on Draco's foot while trying to lift your suitcase onto the luggage rack. Luckily it was that incident that made you discover your similar wild sense of humor

♡ It was actually Draco who stuck his foot out and tripped you in desperate attempt to talk to you (It took him a year to admit it)

♡ Nervously (which was rare for him) shuffling his feet, Draco invited you back to his seat and you two discovered that you had a scary amount of things in common

♡ Entering the Great Hall for The Sorting, you and Draco were already blooming a close connection and held hands, tearing up for fear of not joining the same house

♡ Called up one after the other, you were both sorted into Slytherin and hugged each other immediately

♡ Subsequently, you sat next to each other at every meal, spent all your free time together and became inseparable best friends

♡ Draco became your favorite part of Hogwarts and a home away from from home; he marveled the fact and often expressed what a coincidence it was to meet someone so similar to himself (you also shared anger issues and never failed to stick up for each other on the rare occasions when someone hurt either of you)

♡ You also became notorious jokesters, just 2nd to Fred and George. The pair of you were so fun and comfortable to be around, the closeness you exhibited drawing people strongly to you

♡ Draco gave you his Slytherin jacket as a farewell present before summer vacation, and you gave him your Slytherin ring that he has worn ever since

♡ You slept with his jacket, crying over missing him most nights and when it finally lost his scent of cherries, apples and pine

♡ Sending letters to each other almost every day during the summer, you were always excited for the next day because it would mean you were closer to seeing him again

♡ Thumping against your ribcage, your heart felt like it would explode when Draco's Eagle Owl arrived through your window with his latest letter, the parchment smelling like him

♡ At the train station for the start of 2nd year, you realized you had developed a huge crush on Draco when you ran into each other's arms and held him tightly for minutes

♡ You noticed the change in Draco's eyes when he looked at you, and you were sure he saw the same look reflected back in your own

♡ You two began hugging every day after that, and whenever you saw each other. That gradually turned into sitting beside one another with Draco's arm wrapped around you and holding hands as you walked to classes together

♡ Nothing in the world could have made you happier

♡ One day, the unspoken became too much to hide. Sitting with his arm wrapped around you by the lake, Draco leaned in and gently kissed your lips, testing if he was right about your feelings toward him

♡ He was. It all came out then, that you both had been badly hiding your crushes on each other for half a year; everyone had already suspected that you two were secretly dating

♡ Both of your parents were already talking about marriage

♡ This year, they arranged for you to meet up with Draco during the summer, and so you went to his house. Needless to say, it was the best summer of your life and you cherished those memories forever. Hanging out with Draco all day by the creek, you played with the fairys until dusk and practiced magic, which resulted in many hilarious failures and well-worth-it successes

♡ 3rd year was filled with a deeper closeness to each other, makeout sessions, being the best dressed couple at The Yule Ball, more makeout sessions in the hidden cobwebbed hallways between classes, and some intense cuddling which resulted in your first hickey

♡ 4th and 5th year were just as good as the 3rd and better, including many, many more makeout sessions and deep talks during the middle of the night

♡ Some nights you snuck down to the kitchen together, smuggling snacks and sweets back up to your dorms

♡ 6th year consisted of you both becoming Prefects. Since then, you took advantage of having both gained a private bedroom and started sleeping next to each other. Surprisingly, no one ever found out that you basically had sleepovers every night (at least you didn't have to preform that many Oblivations)

♡ Somewhere along the line, Draco had confessed to touching himself to thoughts of you...and you told him you couldn't deny that you did the same

♡ In fact, that really turned you on

♡ And that turned into laying next to each other and masturbating

♡ Those "cuddling" sessions got more and more intimate until you began fondling each other, and eventually Draco knelt before you on the mattress and went down on you

♡ The losses of your virginity to each other resulted shortly afterwards and so began your secret sex life with Draco in Hogwarts' shadows.

♡ You even snuck into the Prefect's bath together, filling the entire place with bubbles and moans, muffled with silencing spells

♡ Draco's dick was bigger than average, and you found out that you actually really liked giving him head

♡ Although awkward at first, your bodies became accoustomed to each other, so that by seventh year it wasn't awkward any longer but instead wonderful beyond words, the way you had mapped out each other's sensitivity spots and knew how to give each other the right touches

♡ Although your year was filled with many struggles, you had each other to turn to, and the sex became even steamier and more desperate as you took all your fears and worries out on each other

♡ Having become Death Eaters together, you kept each other comforted and encouraged, often cuddling and kissing in the Room of Requirement and in the hallways

♡ Professor Umbridge had a lot to say about that

♡ Teaming up with Harry (your idea), both you and Draco became spies for the Order of The Pheonix, helped defeat the Dark Lord, and prevented many deaths by helping prisoners escape

♡ Because you were at each other's side through everything, the nightmare that could have been was alleviated as much as it could be

♡ In 8th year after the defeat of Voldemort, one fateful day Draco took you down by the lake where you became a couple 6 years ago

♡ Pouring out his love and gratitude to you for being the best thing in his life and how it would never be the same without you, Draco proposed to you at sunset

♡ With all your heart you accepted and became engaged, still enjoying secret (not so much any more) runs to the kitchen and steamy sex during the middle of the night behind the castle's walls

♡ Your wedding is planned for after graduation, and every day you look forward more and more to becoming Draco's forever~

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ~♡

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Draco: baby, do you remember what I told you to do when you're feeling sad?

Me:... watch videos of guys accidentally cumming while getting their dicks waxed?

Draco: oh my god NO

Me: marathon videos of the cast of stranger things being memes? (even though I'm still on season one)

Draco: *shakes head in amused silence

Me: oh, oh, I remember! Write about you being horny? 😆

Draco: darling, you got it 😉

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dracomalfoysslave · 2 years

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Okay why is this picture so fucking big? Anyway, even his acne is attractive to me. This boy is so precious and beautiful. Gosh, just look at that cute nervous smile. I love imagining him staring at me like that.

I'm weird in this way, but I adore the pictures of Tom without Photoshop. The rawness of his face, the reality of it, the imperfections (pftt, I don't see any) make him even hotter.

(eeeee! I've had a crush on this angel-snake for 15 years. His face is nostalgic and is never any less beautiful than the first time I saw it. He always brings me a certain level of comfort, like birthdays and holidays and cups of hot coco ^_^)

Hahaha, excuse the gushing of my feelings.

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Sweet and Sour Chapter 8.

Summary: Snuggling Draco on the Quidditch field after practice, he nips you off to a corner of the grounds to reveal yet another kinky side of himself.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ sexual acts and conversation, slight exhibitionism, bad language, fluff)

Song: Call on Me - RAYE

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The wind swishes through your hair, bouncing and swaying behind you with each enthusiastic step on your merry way to retrive Draco. Chilling your face, the cool air zips past your ears, filling you with a zest for life.

Heart sated and stuffed with joy, a grin stretches across your cheeks; one that has crossed your face so often during the past day that your jaw muscles ache with it, but you can't seem get rid of it.

Inexplicably happy, you break into a run, your feet feeling floaty instead of flattening the grass relentlessly. The vigorous movements contract your insides, igniting the delecious sting in them from having had Draco fuck the life out of you the night before. Dear god, you missed this feeling so much; it had been ages since you had been railed, and Draco took the cake for being the best you ever had.

Everything about that boy was captivating, down to the small mole on his jaw. Clutching your heart were pangs of want, lush and dreamlike whenever the thought of him arose, or from just hearing the sound of his name.

Even pictures of Draco's face haunted you. Since right before last week, you could only look at your yearbook photos of him alone, tented underneath a blanket at night, yet the memory of his eyes seemed to follow you everywhere when you looked away.

You used to pretend that you didn't gaze at him in rapture the night before when you saw Draco the next day and wore his jacket, which he routinely offered to your chronically cold figure. And now...you couldn't undo the lucky week, or having had gleefully become his; just a month ago this would have all seemed impossible.

Speaking of, distantly spotting his blonde hair and unmistakable figure as the field looms into view, you are already calling out, "Draco! Draco!" before you even have the inkling to restrain yourself.

Rushing across the field without a moment to spare, as Draco comes into reach you see your own wild grin reflected back on his sunny face. His smile was dazzling; you had never seen him so happy, causing a powerful shiver to ripple across your breasts, stiffening your nipples.

Fresh out of the shower, Draco's wet golden locks hang limp down his forehead, dripping sparkling droplets of water down his broad shoulders, making him look even more ravishing with the accented glint of his teeth in the sunlight. It was like an angel had descended.

Immediately, he is sprinting toward you and within seconds you are being pressed within his strong arms, almost wrung out his squeezing is so needy; the muscles clenched around you flex, desperate to possess you.

Pleasure rolls over you as his intoxicating scent wafts into your nostrils.

Cheers and hoots rise up around you from the Slytherin stragglers, who, pumping their fists into the air, burst into a boisterous chorus of, "Yeah, Malfoy!" and "about damn fucking time!"

Crushed up against Draco's shoulder, your insides explode in happiness. "Mmm, Dray..." you mumble into the wet skin of his neck, letting soft wave after wave of peace pour over you, sizzling in your clit just a tad.

Proceeding to effortlessly lift you off the ground and twirl you to more cries of "to our Queen and King!" from the teasing Slytherins, Draco laughs in joy, and your stomach knots up with so much excitement that your body does not know what to do with it; seeing him let go of everything, readliy accepting this newfound happiness as needfully as a child would, closed you in a safe cloud of love and acceptance. Draco deserved this; to be praised and embraced for something he enjoyed for once.

A couple minutes later when the Slytherin Prince sets you down and your arms come up to rest around his neck, you continue to stand there staring at each other under the hidden sunlight, his delicate sky eyes holding you steadfast.

"I thought about you the whole time," he says softly, "wanting to hold you against me. Mhmm baby," again he wraps his arms around you, tugging you taut against his chest.

Sparks flicker through you, always, whenever he squeezes you tighter, clenches you closer; so hard, that in his grasp you feel the pent up desperation from begging to be loved all his life.

"Hahh," a contented sigh escapes you, your hold around him delivering the same need. Safely enfolded in Draco's protective arms felt like home, an oasis in the world. The way he burrowed his blonde head into your shoulder like you were his nest...

"Mmm, angel," Draco mumbles back, his lips sending gentle vibrations across the spot on your neck that they occupy. "This is everything I've wanted for so, so long..." he reminisces.

His pleased whisper shakes loose just how badly you yearned for this type of touch too; who would have thought that Draco Malfoy would be the one to give it to you? Oh, He smelt so good, and you could actually feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest.

"Now everyone knows you're mine," breathes Draco into your neck, causing your body to jerk with a pleasant chill in his clutch.

* * *

Walking back to the castle hand in hand, "Will you sit with me today, love? Please?" Draco pleads with large, mopey crystal eyes.

Nudging your shoulder into him, "I was planning to," you answer, pulling another smile out of him. "I also don't really want to be around...uh, Harry today."

Draco snorts. "I don't know how you don't always feel that way."

Dully, you roll your eyes at him, the beginings of a jealous sneer blooming on his face.

"Dray, he's unattractive to me," you reassure him. "Really, if I wanted him, I could have had him a long time ago."

Silence settles in for a moment. Then Draco inhales sharply, drawing your attention.

"I want to be there when you tell Potter you're mine," he growls, a hungry glint flashing in his eyes.

"Do you want a fight to break out?" you ask, incredulous, though a tiny smile simmers on your lips at finding the possessive glare and his thundering gait very sexy.

"Yes. Besides that, I'd like to see Potter land himself some months in detention; I wonder how many points they'll take from him?" spats Draco snottily, his nose pointed in the air. "Twenty? Fifty?" his final words drop to a measured, omniously quiet tone.

"Draco," you eye him amused, silently agreeing. Harry really should not be given more leniency and let off the hook again for continually indulging his anger issues. Draco was right about that; people being easy on Harry was not teaching the Chosen One anything.

"Well, I can't have you tagging along with me when I tell him though," you answer, careful in chosing your words. "I was planning on pulling Harry aside today and telling him myself; I don't want to torment the poor guy..."

Draco's eyes shift toward you, their gray looking a little cold and murky. "I will come as close as I can to keep an eye on you; we all know how violent Saint Potter becomes when he doesn't get something he wants." His eyes narrow, "I'm never leaving him alone with you again."

"Draco, he's my friend-" you groan, a little exasperated, nevertheless not finding this remotely a deal breaker.

"-and he is a disgusting, kniving dog. I will not tolerate him getting the joy of your presence in solitude."

Stopping right outside the doors of the castle, Draco pauses, peering around subtly. Upon seeing that the coast is clear, he pulls you off to the side under the shade of jutting windows from a line of abandoned classrooms.

Huddling down to you in the privacy of the shadows, Draco's eyes blaze, a smirk flitting across his lips. "I want to see the look on Potter's face when he finds out that I've been fucking you."

Your breath catches; cloying, tingly warmth flooding your face and neck on command.

"I want to see him lose it when he hears that I've seen everything he's been jerking off to for years," continues Draco, his voice lowered in temptation.

"God, Draco; you're turning me on." Your own voice has turned sultry, the look on your face giving away your blooming need for him.

"I want you to want me when you tell Potter," he murmers coarsely, "I want to claim you in that way when you break him," Draco finishes, his eyes low-lidded and locked on yours.

Pulsing against your panties, your clit throbs to be wound up and released.

"Good job. You've got me pretty worked up," you whisper breathily, leaning in and letting your mouth caress over Draco's cheek before Filch could smell the lust in the air and emerge. "You're going to fuck me later," you tell him under your breath.

"You bet," Draco answers thickly, flicking his hips against you, allowing you to feel his burning arousal scraping your hip. "I already want to be inside of you again," he hisses, giving a particularly hard thrust to punctuate his words.

You want to take him right here, drag his haughty blonde-ass off to the bath, where you had no idea was, and sit on his thick cock submerged in the boiling water; plug yourself with him for hours in there.

Telling Harry the bad news was absolutely not the first thing on your list right now. In fact you dreaded it, wishing more and more that you could sneak away. Fuck Draco, that wanker.

Rosy lips quivering as his head nears yours, Draco's eyes have become black. "Just a word," he breathes, "and you're already making my prick respond. From you, that's all it takes..."

Prickles of sweat drip down your back, shaking as you feel his languid thrusts; you could tell from his restrained movements that if he wanted to, Draco could make himself come on you right now. Holy fuck.

Gulping, your throat seems to stick together, tightening in arousal. If you only grip onto his shirt like you want to, it will be the end of you...getting expelled for public sex - and on school grounds no less! Your usage of magic would be revoked as well.

I need to keep my hands off of him, got to, I've got to...

"Can't even touch me, hmm?" Grinning secretively, Draco already seems to know, sense in your body language your slim to irrepressible urge.

"Yeah," you barely whisper, clenching you teeth as another wave of lust lurches in your stomach.

"Good girl; now you'll be all mine when you go tell Potter." Dropping his voice, Draco whispers against your ear, "with that little pussy throbbing for me under your skirt. Do you want me to touch you?"

"U-uhuh," a small moan squeaks past your bitten lip, rolling your neck to the side to feel more of his steamy breath hitting your skin.

"I bet you're soaking right now, darling," Draco murmers just above your neck, only his sweet breath grazing your skin, slicing through your nerves and putting them all on edge.

"W-wanna feel me? You're right; I'm utterly soaked," you taunt in melodic low tones, "are we safe here?" your desperate whisper falls.

"Mmhm. We could just Oblivate Filch if he comes around," Draco mumbles into your throat, his lips finally making contact with your neck, creeping up until they flit over your waiting lips. "I just want to feel how wet you are for me right now..."

Snaking up your leg, his fingertips dip underneath your skirt, tracing up your thigh, quivering at his warm touch.

Drawing a lithe finger across your panties, you gasp as it glides smoothly over the slippery, glistening patch above your clit. Pleasure sprawls deep inside of you, pinching delectably in your groin and ricocheting off your walls.

"Mhmm, perfect," he purrs as you clench your thighs around his hand, swirling his fingers a few more times and spreading the sticky wetness that seeps out.

The sun blinds you in stinging flashes as you roll your head in pleasure, eyes fluttering and accidentally staring straight into the bright golden ball. Mewling at Draco's prodding touch with colored dots floating before your eyes, you are almost lost in the world of growing pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it darling. Lean into it, press," coos Draco, steadily working his fingers across your panties while grinding his erection into your hip. Every touch hits your swollen nub just right, concentrating all the sensation in your body to that one tender spot.

"Oh, Draco, Draco!" you mutter, subconsciously revolving your pelvis around his fingertips.

"Good girl, reach for it, reach for it love."

"D-Dray," you moan a little too loudly, bucking your hips into his gentle hand, "I'm already super close."

"Oh?" With one last languishing swipe over your swelled clit, Draco abruptly pulls away his sticky hand, leaving you aching violently.

Your walls pulsate around nothing, longing for just a few more caresses to be pushed over the edge.

Hastily shutting your thighs and squeezing them together at the sudden lack of friction, you watch in shock as Draco lifts his fingers up to his mouth, and proceeding to lick them, rubs the clear string across his lips, massaging your arousal into his skin; like chapstick, you realize in a slightly disgusted, yet incredibly hot notion.

"Delecious," he licks his lips with a smirk. "Do you know how bloody hot this is for me, to have your juices all over my lips? If I have to get mouthy with Potter, I'll be telling him off through your want for me." Draco's fair face is flushed, and his gaze maintains a glazed euphoria.

Staring sat him with large, pleading eyes, "I- but I'm aching right now! I-I'm so close!" you whine, at a loss for words, wanting to beg him to finish rubbing you off, unsure if you should just quickly rub yourself out right now.

"Darling" Draco's voice is coy, "but you want to be aroused for me when you tell Potter, isn't that right? You want to be a sticky mess for me when you do that, don't you, my little slut?"

Your cheeks burn. Yes, you were his little slut. Oh god, he had you wrapped around his finger, completely at his disposal because there was no way you were going to resist him.

As much as you want to be angry with him for denying you, something different stirs within you; a desire to listen to his sick torment, submit to his control.

"I-I do, yes...Daddy," you add timidly, unsure if you he will belt out a laugh or be disgusted. The pained throbbing in your clit has become slightly more tolerable, a pleasant sting there now, caressing you all on its own.

Carefully, you watch as Draco's eyes widen, thrill contorting his features into a barely reduced mad grin. Nodding slowly, he lets you know that it's okay, and more so.

"That's right kitten," he answers thickly, his face lit with a dangerous lust, "I'm your Daddy."

Biting your lips over one another, eyes crossing a bit, your vision wavers in the burning want that tears through your stomach.

"God yes," you whisper.

He looked like a villian, towering over you with that dark look shimmering in his eyes, the lines around his mouth protruding with his his crazed smile. He was absolutely beautiful.

"But I advise you, never say that to me unless you want to drop to your knees," he growls softly.

"Noted....Daddy," you groan, wanting to give him a taste of the throbbing agony his edging has left with you, loving to wind him in the same way he loved to do it to you.

"Fuck," he exhales sharply, shakily, before drawing a deep breath through flared nostrils and reaching out to grab your hand in his damp fingers. "I'm so fucking hard right now. It feels great, fantastic," he groans, diving a quick hand down to palm himself, just once, as if proving how good it felt.

You watch the clearly well-practiced touch he gives himself; the crinkles forming around his eyes, the way his face relaxed for just a second at the soothing and familiar caress of his hand. One day you wanted to watch him jerk off; that was a secret fantasy of yours that you had kept locked in your heart forever.

"Let's go right now; want to?" his eyes are ravenous, like a beast of prey when he removes his hand from his crotch, the need to return it consuming him. "Now we're both in this together," he adds smugly.

"Yes, yes Daddy," you whimper, "go make a fool of me."

Reluctantly, you allow yourself to be tugged away from the enticing shade, relinquishing any last hope for the orgasm your body reels for.

Straight through the ornate doors of the castle Draco leads you, arousal mixed with dread guiding each brisk step and making both of you walk faster than usual. You had to admit that you loved the kinky game he had worked in. Draco was a sadist; you let that one sink in.

After the tense walk, during which Draco had to duck into a corner with you and shift his erection - not without giving himself a quick squeeze and a hard swipe across your clit - you stand before the Great Hall, shivering, sweating. A mess.

Letting his death grip on your small fingers go, Draco's sticky hand leaves a small crust of residue on the back of your hand. Shit. It made you feel incredibly filthy, disgusting, guilty to acknowledge that you were going to hug your friends with your own arousal on your hand, and get it on their clothes. Even just the thought of eating around people with your own juice on your hand felt horrific.

You really were a little slut.

"I'll be right over there, love, and I'll come straight over if anything happens," struggling for composure, Draco points to the far end of the room behind the large Gryffindor table, where a smaller table rests against the wall, arayed with assorted drinks and snacks in case students became hungry within meals times - as well as stole into their pockets and brought up to their rooms.

Pressing his warm mouth to yours, yet not quickly enough to spare you the electricity shooting into your clit, Draco leaves the burning of his lips behind on your flesh and strides off to go keep watch in the Hall.

Turning back a few steps later as you watch his swaggering footsteps falter, he flashes you a devious half-smirk and throws you a little nod, mouthing, "I love you, you incredibly sexy, kinky girl."

And the hunger in his stare was enough to momentarily silence the roar of the room in your ears.

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Chapter 9 will be out in a few weeks ~

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