𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮 ~ 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵
y/n = your name
Storming off to your dorm, you feel your heart palpitating out of your chest, unable to bring yourself to turn around, just in case Malfoy is behind you. You feel used. You feel as if you were taken advantage of.
Turning another corner, heading to the dungeons you hear a small voice calling out your name from far behind you. Thinking it was Malfoy, you didn’t feel like turning around.
“Go away,” you yell, continuing to charge down the corridor.
All you could hear were the sounds of running footsteps increasing as he got closer and closer to you. You spin around, with an angry expression, a tear still running down your cheek.
“I told you to leave- oh,” you were about to tell Malfoy off but once you saw who it was, your cheeks became pale with shock.
You are unable to find the words to say, considering you haven’t talked to Hermione in a few days, since potions class.
“You daft dimbo, I knew this would happen. You cant get involved with Malfoy and expect to walk away, happy,” you thoughts she would be upset, but no. She was worried.
Why wouldn’t she be angry when you practically ditched her for the boy she hated? You chose him over her. If you were her, you would be furious.
“Hermione, I’m so sorry, I don’t even know what to say-” she cuts you off.
“Oh shut it already and come here,”
She opens her arms wide, pulling you into a comforting hug. She rubs you back, making you feel safe and loved.
Why is she being so nice?
“Hermione, I- why are you being so nice? I was a terrible person towards you,”
She pulls out of the hug and holds your shoulders as she looks deep into your eyes, with a kind smile.
“Because I’m your friend, and I will always be here for you. We all make idiotic mistakes, it’s about how we handle them and deal with them. Now tell me, what did the git do this time?”
Tears start to fall down your face, out of regret, but also out of happiness. Hermione has always been one to stick by your side, no matter what happened between you two. She was such a kind person to everyone around her, except for Malfoy and his “clan.”
Especially with the influence of Ron and Harry, she would never talk to Draco intentionally, unless she was defending someone or just telling him off.
“Hermione, you’re honestly the best,”
Walking down the hall, back to your dorm, you tell Hermione all that happened between you, Cedric, and Draco. She was quite surprised by what you told her about Diggory, but she was also somewhat expecting it. She knew you and him were fooling around last year it was a matter of time before he became more vocal about it.
Hermione didn’t agree with the whole Malfoy part of it, but she respected your decisions, as she does. You knew your secret was safe with her. After all, the only people she would tell would be Ron and Harry, but that wouldn’t end well, especially because of their view on the whole Malfoy family, so there really wasn’t a point in her telling them.
“I suggest you stop associating yourself with Malfoy and get closer with Cedric. He seems to honestly care, whereas Draco only wants you for your body. He even made that clear to you. But again, it’s your choice, and you’ll need to deal with the consequences,” she warns, shrugging.
“Aright mother,” you joke.
“Oh shut it! I’m only telling you this for your own good,” she laughs, “Well, we still have class so I better head back to my dorm to get ready,”
She leaves you in front of the Slytherin Common room and starts walking back to her dorm. As soon as you step foot in the dimly lit room, your eyes meet with Draco’s.
You roll your eyes.
“Please, just leave me alone Malfoy,”
“No. I need to talk to you,”
Fucking hell he won’t leave me alone until I talk to him, will he?
“Fine. What do you want?”
You slowly start to walk up to him, ready for him to give you some sort of apology or show even the tiniest bit of empathy, but instead, he shows zero pity but seems to be riddled with anger.
What is he angry about?
“What the fuck is going on with you lately?” he queried, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
“Me? Me? What’s wrong with me?” you scoff, “What’s wrong with YOU? You have been nothing but a fucking ass towards me and everyone around you. And don’t even get me started on the way you disrespect me,” you walk up to him and punch him in the chest, but he doesn’t flinch, “You don’t own me Malfoy. You can’t control me,”
He scoffs, grabbing your wrist away from his chest before you could punch him once more. You wince from the pain.
“I expected an apology, but this is what I get? What the fuck am I supposed to apologize for? I was just being completely honest,”
Your heart sinks. You can’t believe he would actually say something that could hurt you as much as that did. You knew Cedric cared about you, and you knew that for a fact.
“Honestly, Malfoy, fuck off. I don’t need you telling me what I can and can’t do. If all you want from me is my body, stay away from me,”
You watch as he circles around the room, pacing while rubbing his chin in frustration. He looks at the floor but keeps eyeing you.
Is he gonna say something?
His gaze then moves up to you, as his focus is entirely on you. You watch as he runs his fingers through his messy blond hair, rubbing the inside of his cheeks with his tongue, while you stand there, waiting for a reply.
Just then, he stops pacing and storms up to you, grasping both of your wrists with one hand, thrusting you back against the wall, holding your wrists above your head, straining you up against the wall, not allowing you to move.
You look up into his eyes, scared about what’s to come next.
He takes a huff in, and speaks calmly, but assertively.
“Listen here love, I don’t just want you for your body. I need you to keep Pansy away from me,”
Did Draco Lucius Malfoy just say he needed me?
“But it’s not fucking working, so what we’re doing is useless. So no, you don’t need me,”
He looks at you with a strong expression, as he clenches his jaw, accentuating his seemingly perfect jawline. His hands tighten around your wrists, causing you to wince from the pain.
“Oh for fuck’s sake y/n, don’t be so sensitive,”
You shoot him a dirty glare, making his grin even more than he already was.
“It is working, trust me. Especially after that show, we put on in the great hall,” he winks.
“I didn’t think there was any kissing? Isn’t that what you said?”
“I said no kissing until I initiate it,”
You raise an eyebrow, barely believing what he’s saying.
“Say something y/n, don’t just fucking stand there,” he yells.
You squirm from fear, as his words seem to hit you in the face. His hands just squeeze tighter, causing you to let out a screech from the sharp pain he’s causing.
“Oh for fuck’s-” he pushes off the wall, continuing to pace around the room, “what the fuck am I gonna do with you now?”
“What do you mean what are you gonna do with me?” You retort, rubbing your wrist, soothing the pain.
“I mean how the fuck do I make you stay? I can’t just leave you now, I’m not done with you,”
“I’m not a fucking toy Malfoy. You don’t just use me until you’re bored and then throw me out like the other whores you messed around with,”
“I swear to fucking god, say another word or-” you cut him off.
“Or what? What the fuck are you gonna do about it Malfoy? Tell your father?” You take a short breath in, walking up to him, feet planted on the ground, “What the fuck is he gonna do about it? Get me expelled? If I get expelled, I’ll be away from you and your money and fucking privilege,”
“No Draco. No, you don’t get to fucking control me anymore. I’m done with your shit. Make up your fucking mind because you’re playing with my feel-” he cuts you off, as he grasps his large hands around your waist, pushing you towards the couch of the common room.
He pushes you down so you fall onto the couch, mouth gaped open out of shock.
What in the bloody hell is he doing?
Out of utter shock, you sit up, and stare up at him, waiting to see what’s to come next. To your surprise, he starts unbuckling his belt.
“Shut the fuck up y/n, and come here,”
You don’t move, trying to stay strong to prove your point.
But you just can’t. He’s too overpowering. Too compelling.
“Here? In the common-” he cuts you off.
You listen to him and scooch up to the edge of the couch so that you are an inch away from his waist.
He continues to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down, revealing his growing erection.
No more words were shared between the two of you. Just looks of desire and lust.
You grab onto his dick, with both hands and slowly meet your lips with his tip. You start to move your lips over his tip, as he lightly groans from pleasure.
You spit on the end of his shaft and start to move your lips up and down, taking more and more of his lengthy cock. You gag a few times, considering his dick is above average, and you have never given head to a guy with his length before.
He throws his head back and lets out a groan from pleasure.
“F- fuck- Evans-”
You continue to thrust his length into your mouth, looking up at him.
What the fuck am I doing?
This is so hot.
You continue to give him head, worried about when breakfast will be over. You definitely don’t want to be caught by any fellow Slytherins, especially Pansy.
He begins to lightly thrust his hips, pumping in and out of your mouth. You slowly pull away to stop his dick pounding from into the back of your throat, but he takes his hand and holds the back of your head, slowly pushing it towards him.
What the fuck?
“I’m- I’m gonna-” he starts to say.
He then holds your head in place while he pushes into your mouth one last time as he climaxes. His warm liquid shoots at the back of your throat, as you gag once more, swallowing his cum.
He pulls his shaft out of your mouth, pulling his pants back u from his knees, as you continue to sit on the couch, looking up at him in utter shock.
How did I let this happen?
He walks back up to you, placing himself in between your legs, looking down at you with a grin. He then places his hand on your cheek, whipping off the saliva from your lips.
“D- Draco,” you coo, swallowing saliva, trying to relieve the slight tingling in the back of your throat from previous events, “I wasn’t done talking-” he cuts you off.
“Breakfast is over, people will be here any second. Pull yourself together y/n,”
Just as he finished talking, a swarm of people came filing into the room, talking about breakfast and something about the quidditch match this Saturday, but one person, in particular, caught your eye. Pansy fucking Parkinson.
“Dracy- I mean Draco, what are you doing here?” she then shot you a nasty look. You did too.
Draco huffs, “none of your fucking business, Pansy,”
Blaise and Goyle continue to eye you and Malfoy. Somehow they knew. Shit.
“Well, I have class,” you break the awkward silence.
“Okay love, I’ll see you later,” Draco remarks, flirtatiously.
Before you walk off, you catch a glimpse of him winking at you, continuing conversation with the group.
Walking to your first-period class, you replay the events in your head, over and over. Pleasing him made you horny.
But what about Ceddy?
Who do I choose?
Cedric is truly caring, but would he be the safe choice?
Malfoy is an asshole but he knows what he’s doing and somewhere deep down, he cares right?
Not to mention he’s risky and you like taking risks.
Out of nowhere, you feel a tap on your shoulder, making you stop in your tracks. You spin around to see who it was.
What will I even say to him?