𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓥𝓾𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮
y/n = your name
The sunlight peering through the window hit your eyes, causing you to wake. Your eyes are heavy, as you rub them, attempting to focus on the scenery around you. Once your eyes focus, you look around, not being able to point out where you are.
The room looks familiar, only because it has relatively the same setup. You were in a dorm, but not yours. You were in Draco’s dorm.
Oh no, what happened?
You sit up in bed, pulling the comforter off of your warm body, the cool air hitting your bare skin. The sun’s warm rays of light compensated for the chilling air around you. You look down realizing you are only in underwear and a top.
It was a green top that read “Slytherin Quidditch,” in the middle in large, silver writing. Right below your shoulder, it read “Malfoy,”
Wait if I’m in his shirt-
Did he undress me?
Your face goes pale as you turn your head to examine the room. It had a minimalist look, with everything neatly organized. You take a breath in, and as the air fills your lungs, you can smell the scent of strong cologne. It was Draco’s cologne.
The sheets on the bed were black velvet, as well as the pillowcases. There were little plates on the dresser with rings in them. Multiple of them.
You can see quidditch posters lining the walls, as well as lit candles on his bedside table. There was a picture of his mother beside one of the candles in a thick black frame. She was smiling wide, looking happy as ever. It was unexpected that he would keep a picture of his mom. You would have thought it would be of his dad, who he seems so proud to have. But his mum?
All of a sudden, you hear the tap turn on in the washroom.
Is he in here?
You slowly walk towards the doorway of the washroom, peering in. You felt as if you melted to the ground as you watched Malfoy stand up near the sink, brushing his teeth, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Of course, he would be a morning person.
“Enjoying the view?” he queries, looking at you through the fogged mirror.
You immediately turn away, embarrassed he caught you staring.
But it was mesmerizing. He was mesmerizing. From the short glimpse you got, his back was riddled with muscles, still dripping with water. His hair was still soaking wet, dripping at the ends.
He chuckles, “It’s fine, you can come in,”
I can what?
Uh yes, please.
You slowly start to inch back into the washroom, eyeing him up and down, taking in the beautiful sight that was standing before you. He turned towards you, toothbrush in his mouth. You thought it couldn’t get better, yet it did. He had abs. And many of them. His skin was smooth and radiated off your face, as you bit your lip in awe.
“Finally you got up,”
His coarse voice croaked at you, in such a way that made you want to melt to the floor. Morning voices always had that effect on you.
You gulp, unable to put together words to reply. You were speechless after taking in the sight of him.
“W- what time is it?” you question, stuttering as you regain yourself.
“We have an hour and a half till breakfast,”
You look down in realization that you were still wearing his shirt, and still without pants. You pull the shirt down over your panties, trying to hide them.
He chuckles at the sight of you struggling.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, y/n,”
You shoot him a slight glare, giving in. You gave up on trying to cover yourself, now more focused on where your clothes were. You take a step out of the washroom, looking around the room, unable to find them.
“I put them in the laundry,” you hear his voice increasing in volume as he too, walks out of the washroom and into his room.
You watch him, as he walks up to the bed, pulling the comforter back to the head of the bed, fixing the pillows. Once he’s done, he starts to unravel his towel, but quickly stops, as he remembers you were also in the room.
“Do you mind?” he turns to look at you, gesturing you to turn around.
You turn yourself, so you are now facing the door, unable to see his beautiful complexion.
“So what happened? Why am I here?” you query.
“You fell asleep. I wasn’t gonna leave you on the common room couch, so I brought you here,”
“You could have just woken me up,”
“No, I couldn’t,”
You stop talking, thinking about what happened last night. The memories come flooding back. The kissing, the risk and then passing out on the common room couch.
“Why not?” you tease.
You hear his footsteps become increasingly louder, as he walks towards you. You feel his cold hands touch your shoulders, gliding down your arms, sending shivers up your spine. You feel his warm mint breath meet your neck, causing you to shiver.
“Do I need a reason?” he whispers, the warm breath now hitting your ear.
Your heart is palpitating out of your chest. It’s too early for this. You gulp.
“Mhm,” you nod.
“because we never finished what we started,” he breathes.
You’re taken aback by his words so much, you turn around, now to see him wearing gray sweatpants, but still no shirt on. His hair was still wet, but no longer dripping water.
He places his finger under your chin, lifting your chin so you meet eyes.
“You know, you look beautiful in the morning,” he croaked.
You start to feel your cheeks heat up.
His other hand slowly ventures from your shoulder, moving down your arm, meeting your waist. He pulls your body closer to his, so you are now touching. The tension increases.
He slowly moves in for a kiss, leaning in, every inch you feel more and more butterflies. As his lips touch yours, you knew you needed more.
Short pecks started to become mouth gaping kisses, as your tongue danced with his. You could taste the mint toothpaste that he brushed his teeth with. You were just worried about what you tasted like.
You inch towards the bed, as he turns, so your back is now facing the bed. He slowly lowers you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss.
This kiss felt different. It didn’t feel like it was out of lust as much as it felt like it was out of desire. It was more passionate than other kisses you have shared in the past.
You were hungry for each other, every second wanting more. You wanted all of him, as did he.
You were now laying on the bed, with Draco on top of you, hands on either side of you, holding himself up. He used one of his hands to trace down your body, caressing your breasts, as he slowly started to slide your shirt up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.
His lips then left yours as they traced down your jawline, and onto your collarbone. His wet lips grazing your body made you arch your back with pleasure. He then continued to move lower as his blood-rushed lips met with your breasts.
You look down to observe what he’s doing, as he starts to suckle on your nipples, twirling his tongue around them. A soft moan escapes your lips as your eyes roll back with pleasure.
This feels amazing.
He starts to move lower, leaving wet kisses along your stomach, as you feel his teeth graze the hem of your underwear. He started to kiss around the area, and out of nowhere, he started to suck on your skin. He was leaving a hickey.
As he left a purple bruise, you arched your back. Mostly because of how good it felt, but also because it tickled. It was at a ticklish part of your hip, causing you to squirm.
He then looked up at you with a devilish grin.
Fucking hurry up Malfoy.
His teeth met with your red, laced underwear, as he bit onto it, slowly sliding it down your thighs, his lips grazing your skin.
This sent shivers down your spine, causing you to let out a louder moan than before.
To this, he quickly ripped them off of your legs, throwing them onto the floor of his room.
As he moved back up, he left a trail of moist kisses along your thighs. You start to squirm from the pleasure.
He leans over to his bedside table, grabbing his tie from the top drawer.
He came back up to you, continuing to leave kisses on your lips, slowly tuning you around so you were positioned more comfortably on the bed.
As he continues to kiss you, he takes the tie and starts tying it to your wrists, one knot at a time. The first knot he pulled taught, but it was the second that made you wince from the slight pain. Taking the ends of the tie, he tied it to the post of the bed, causing you to be stuck, your hands above your head, vulnerable.
You hated being vulnerable, yet your desire for him overpowered that by quite a bit. You wanted him more and more every second you were close to him.
He then broke your kiss, as he stepped off the bed, pulling you so you were at easy access for him.
He began to tug the hem of his pants, making them fall, revealing his growing erection. You watch as he takes his fingers, and without warning sticks them into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. You wish you didn’t.
He immediately stuck two of his fingers into your mouth, silencing your moans.
“You don’t make noise unless I tell you to,” he sneered.
You nodded, yet he still kept his fingers lodged in your mouth. With the other hand, he was still pumping them in and out of you, making your eyes roll back as you started to suck on his fingers.
He took his fingers out of your entrance, starting to jerk himself off. Meanwhile, you were preparing for his large cock to be pumped inside of you.
He aligns your hips with his, as he spits on your entrance, using it as lube. He rubs his tip against your entrance. He slowly pushes his length into you, letting you get used to his size.
You wince from both pain and pleasure. He’s much bigger than Cedric, so you’re not used to it.
After about two slow pumps, he starts to pump in you, longer and harder, making you moan louder and louder into his fingers.
“F- Fuck- Evans, you’re so- you’re so tight,” he struggles to say, panting hard.
He pumps in and out of you, faster and faster, pounding into you, mercilessly.
The only sounds were those of your bodies pattering against each other, and the moans escaping both your lips.
He continued to pound harder and harder into you, while you scream from the pleasure. Your eyes rolled back far into your head, panting as you feel him in your stomach.
“F- fuck- y/n-”
“Draco I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum,” you struggle to say, as he doesn’t hesitate to continue dicking you down.
“Evans I’m- I’m coming- I’m coming-”
At the same time, Malfoy thrusts one last time into you, as you both let out a loud moan.
He pulls out of you and plops down on the bed beside you. Your sticky bodies intertwined.
I feel gross.
You pant as your heart is palpitating out of your chest.
“D- Draco untie me,” you struggle to say, still breathing heavily.
“Oh, fuck I forgot,”
What a jerk.
He begins untieing you from the bed. Once he releases your wrists, you immediately rub them, trying to ease the stinging.
Draco pulls the comforter over you and grabs his wand.
He then gets into bed with you, under the covers as your warm and sweating bodies touch. You feel comfortable and safe as he plays with your hair, twirling it around his fingers.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, y/n,”
Is this really coming out of his mouth right now?
“Oh so now you know how to be nice,” you tease.
“Oh shut up, you’re never gonna hear it again” he replies, somewhat playfully.
As your bodies press up against one another, you regain your normal breathing pattern, feeling at ease in his arms.
I love it here.