𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ~ 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓮
y/n = your name
As you lie in Draco’s bed, sweaty bodies intertwined, you squint from the blazing sunlight hitting your eyes with Dracos arm coiled around your waist.
Malfoy’s warm mint breath blows up against your ear as you shudder from the shock. You turn your head only to see him staring right at you, examining your peaceful state. You catch a glimpse of his eyes which were spellbinding. His stare was profounding as you wonder what secrets and desires hid behind the rage and emptiness of his astonishing gray eyes.
The heaviness of his arm is weighing you down like an anchor weighing down a boat. But that boat is sailing alone, with no directions to go upon, having to choose which way to go, both could end in a catastrophe.
Of course, your decision wasn’t nearly as serious as that of the boat’s but it was a nice analogy.
“We have half an hour until class,” Draco warns, his coarse voice slicing through the silence.
Have we really been lying here that long?
You feel Draco wriggle and sit up at the edge of the bed, feet hanging off. You turn your head to look. He’s relaxed and calm, taking in a deep breath with his hands leaning on the bed supporting him. You just wish you could be that calm and composed, considering you can’t take your mind off of your decision.
He whips his head around and makes eye contact with you, only to look away once more.
“Are you gonna get dressed?” he questions, rather rudely.
“Uh- yea sorry,” you swing the comforter off your bare body, sitting at the edge of the bed.
Before you’re able to sit up, you hear a scoff escape Draco’s lips.
“You’re gonna need help you know. After getting fucked by me, it’s been said it’s difficult to walk,”
“Oh is that what every other girl said?”
This small remark seemed to anger him more than you expected, as he jolts up from where he’s sitting and walks around the bed to where you are. You can tell by his chiselled jaw he was clenching it.
Why is he always frustrated?
He holds out his hand, offering his help. You didn’t need it. You could surely stand, even after taking Draco. Right?
“I’m fine Malfoy, I don’t need your help,”
At this, he starts to rub his tongue on the inside of his cheeks in frustration.
“Just take my fucking hand y/n,”
“I’m fine D-”
“Take. My. Fucking. Hand.”
What the fuck is his deal?
You take his hand, as you stand up, legs starting to tremble. Once you are completely upright, your legs stop quivering and you can stand just fine.
“Okay, I’m fine now, thanks I guess,”
He lets go of your hand, and as soon as he takes a step back, a sharp pain stabs you in between your thighs, causing your legs to tremble once again, as you struggle to stand.
“Okay hurry and change so you can leave,” he spat.
“Why so rude?”
He scoffs, “I’m not being rude,”
“You are,” you start to push buttons, trying to understand why he’s always making rude remarks, “why are you always rude?”
To this, he runs his fingers through his hair, quite aggressively as he storms up to you, stopping right in front of you, not touching you, just peering down.
“I’m not fucking rude Evans. Now leave,”
“But I’m not done-”
“Fucking leave, Evans,”
You grab all your clothes and leave, walking back to your dorm as quietly as possible, half-naked.
Your head darts back and forth, making sure nobody can see you running down the corridor to your dorm.
Fuck you Malfoy.
Turning a corner, you look behind you, making sure nobody is following you or caught even a glimpse of your red laced underwear peeking out from underneath the quidditch uniform.
The quidditch uniform.
“Y/n?” you hear a soft voice say from another one of the girls’ dorms.
You pretend to ignore it, hoping they would just let you go.
Five doors away.
Five doors away.
You whip your head around only to see Hermione calling after you. You start to walk towards her, grab her wrist and before she could say anything, pull her into your dorm, closing the door behind you.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” you ask, rushed with adrenaline.
“Nevermind that. I’m here because what in the bloody hell Evans?” Hermione starts to speak louder, “you and Cedric can’t do this! You’re putting me in the middle of all of this nonsense, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,”
“Mione I- I don’t know what to do either,”
“Just apologize for Merlin’s sake!” Now, she was raising her voice.
“Apologize? hat am I supposed to apologize for?”
She takes in a deep breath, “you need to sort this out. Pick one and move on-”
You interrupt her.
“But I can’t pick-” she cuts you off with an even louder, more assertive voice.
“For the sake of our friendship, you need to pick and apologize to Cedric for being a stubborn git for the love of Merlin,”
She was right. You can’t drag this on for much longer, especially since the Yule ball was only in a week’s time.
Walking down the long and lavish corridor looking for Cedric, you can feel the breeze of the slight cool wind escaping in from the cracks of the broken windows and stone. The vibrant moon is radiating off of your skin as you go pale from nerves of what effect your apology will have on him.
As you turn a corner quickly whipping your head around, you halt trying to avoid crashing into Cedric, who was also turning the corner rapidly.
You say in unison, looking into each others’ eyes, both with the look of guilt plastered onto your face.
“Y/n, I need to talk to you,”
“So do I,”
You can see the pain in his eyes as he looks at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. It’s like he’s opened up a window in his large, barred heart.
You never believe anyone is ever completely honest. They’re always hiding something from everyone around them. Society has made everyone believe that emotions equal weakness, especially if you’re a pureblood, you have such high expectations.
He grabs your shoulders tightly gripping onto them as he looks deeply into your eyes.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be angry with you. I just can’t,” he admits.
You sigh out of relief.
This is exactly what you needed to hear.
“Cedric I wanted to apologize-” he cuts you off.
“Please, Evans, can we just put this behind us?”
Put it behind us? Like nothing ever happened? I can’t just pretend nothing ever happened. I smelt him in Amortentia for Merlin’s sake. I can’t just forget about this and go back to being just friends. No way.
But what else were you going to say? You can’t say no.
“Yes of course Cedric,”
“For Merlin’s sake Evans, call me Ceddy,” he put on a wide smile, sliding his arm over your shoulder, leading you down the hall.
He was being unusual. He was never able to just forget.
There has to be more behind this. Maybe it was his way of dealing with the fact that you were trying to choose between Malfoy and Diggory, comparing them every second of every day. Maybe it was too much on his conscience.
Reaching the front of the Slytherin common room, you’re relieved to finally be able to sink into your mattress without having thoughts flooding your brain. But of course, your peaceful thoughts had to be interrupted.
“I was wondering something, Evans,”
You look up into Cedric’s large, gray eyes as he peers down at you.
“Since we both don’t have dates to the Yule Ball, did you maybe want to go?”
No no no no no.
This is what I was afraid of.
What am I supposed to say?
If I tell him that Draco already “asked” me, he’s gonna be broken.
But I don’t have a choice.
“I would Ceddy, but Draco already asked me,”
He doesn’t need to know he practically made me.
Well, he didn’t make me.
I want to go with Malfoy.
The hopeful expression on Diggroy’s face soon vanished. You watch as his seemingly perfect complexion is riddled with disappointment as your words hit him. He quickly smiles afterwards, covering the hurt he was feeling.
You never meant to hurt him. It was difficult seeing him like this.
“Alright,” he cooed, “have a brilliant night love,”
You watch as he walks away, back to his dorm, sulking.
Of course, I can’t have one night without thoughts infesting my mind.
Walking back to your dorm, you’re filled with rage. Rage towards no one but yourself. Your friendship with Diggory won’t go back to being the same, will it?
You feel ashamed to be doing this to your friend, yet you can’t let Draco go for the life of you. Why? What makes him so special.
You never put anybody over your friendships and family. You were always loyal to your family and friends no matter the situation. Yet this situation was different. Malfoy was different.
He’s a bloody foul git.
Out of nowhere, you feel a large, cold hand grasp onto your wrist, holding you back. You stop in your tracks and filled with rage, you whip your head around to see who dare bother you in your thoughts.
He was standing in front of you, pale. Handsome as ever. He looked amazing as the moonlight hit his skin in such a way that accentuated his beautifully smooth skin. His eyes. Holy fuck his eyes.
His lips. Too beautiful to not be pressed up against yours right this second. You wanted him. You needed him. Now.
Before anything could emit from his mouth, you dove in, hungry for affection. Anything to take off the hate you were feeling at the moment. The hate for yourself.
Your lips pressed up against his as you back him against the wall. You could tell he was not expecting this. Neither were you. You just let your thought-filled brain take over and this is what it wanted. No. This is what I wanted. Right?
You push him up against the wall, not breaking the kiss. Your tongues swirl around each other, in sync, as if they knew what they were doing. They did. It was nice. You felt all the thoughts leave your mind as all your focus was on Malfoy.
You needed him inside of you.
He pulls out of the kiss, trying to comprehend what was happening.
“Not here,” he pants, struggling to understand what you wanted.
You dumb fuck, I want you.
His hands glide down your back, past your ass and onto your thighs. You jump, as his hands support you, legs wrapped around his waist. He starts to walk you two back to his dorm.
Or at least that’s where you think he’s taking you.
You don’t care you just needed him.
He pushes open the door to his dorm, throwing you onto the bed and locking the door behind him.
“Muffliato,” he retorts, waving his wand at the door.
Oh, this is gonna be good.
He walks over to the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chiselled abs. He crawls onto the bed, leaning over your perfect body.
No, this won’t do.
You quickly put your finger onto his lips as his are about to touch yours. His face is riddled with confusion.
You get off the bed, finger still on his blood-rushed lips, as you turn around so his back is to the bed.
You push him onto the bed, as he falters back, using his hands to catch him. You crawl on top of him, straddling over his waist. You start to unbuckle his belt. Looking up, you can tell he was not expecting this at all.
It’s my turn, love.
Pulling his belt off, you step off the bed, admiring the amazing sight that was before your eyes. His beautifully chiselled abs, his messy hair, his gray eyes glimmering in the moonlight.
“Sit back,” you start to say, crawling over him once again, grabbing his wrists, tying them together with his belt. You bite your lip, looking him up and down as he lies under you, in awe, “and enjoy the ride.”