𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ~ 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝟷𝟶𝟾
y/n = your name
You stand in the freezing corridor, once again able to feel the frigid stone floor beneath you. Your toes were becoming numb as your shoes were grasped tightly in your hand.
Your eyes scan the corridor looking for any sign of the blond-headed boy who had just been standing before you but he was nowhere in sight.
Deciding it’s not worth waiting since you still needed to find Hermione, you continue to walk towards the Gryffindor common room. You assume she would be there...or with Pansy somewhere else in the castle.
Where would Pansy be?
Surely she had to be in Dumbledore’s office.
Walking down the breezy corridor, you watch the light from the torches perched on the wall flicker as the wind passes through the flames.
I shouldn’t be this stressed.
I’m recovering from a bloody poisoning for Merlin’s sake.
I just want to find Hermione and sort everything out so my nerves can finally relax.
I just want to sleep.
Or just lie in bed.
All I need is to relax.
Your heart starts beating faster and faster as you pick up the pace almost jogging down the corridor, whipping your head back and forth looking for any sign of the curly-headed Gryffindor.
You start to turn a corner, speeding up your pace. Out of nowhere, you bump shoulders with a blond Ravenclaw.
“Sorry love, I didn’t see you there,” she says with a very timid, gentle voice which seems to calm your nerves.
“Oh- It’s alright,”
You start to walk away but remember that Luna was known for always knowing where everything and everyone was.
“Um- Luna,” you turn, calling down the hall.
Her head turns, a sweet smile wiped across her face.
“Do you, perhaps, know where Hermione is?”
“Hermione Granger? Well of course! I just passed her down the hall! She’s pacing the hall just outside the Slytherin common room! Although I would be wary, she looks a bit worried,” she turns and continues walking down the corridor.
You do the same, walking faster and faster as you get to another corner. Turning the corner, you see Mione pacing back and forth, head down, chewing on her thumbnail.
“Mione?” You call out.
Her head jerks up. You startled her.
To your surprise, her eyebrows narrow, as she storms up to you, fists clenched.
Is she upset?
She places her hands onto your chest, pushing you back with more force than you expected.
Your feet were completely numb that when you stumbled back, you hit your toe harder than you thought, shooting pain up your ankle.
What the fuck?
“Hermi-” she cuts you off.
“You. You foul- You’re such a foul git did you know?” her nostrils flare as she starts to walk up to you, backing you up to yet another wall.
“Mione, what are you talking about?”
She scoffs, “don’t act like you don’t know,”
Hermione is in quite rough condition. Her hair is half pulled out of the braids as if she’s been tugging at them. The bow on the front of her dress is now just two hanging strands of fabric and there’s a smudge of mascara just below her eye. She’s a mess.
But what is she talking about?
“Mione- I- I have no idea what you’re talking about,”
She grabs her hair, slightly tugging at it, looking away in frustration but she soon lets go of her hair, bringing her focus back to you.
“You blamed your overdosing on Pansy? Really? Pansy? She’s done absolutely nothing!” she exclaims as her voice echos down the hall.
“Hermione- she- she poisoned me. Malfoy told me she did. I promise. I would never-” she cuts you off again.
“Don’t lie to me, y/n. Don’t even try. We’ve been best friends for five years. You can’t fool me,” tears start to pool in her eyes.
She was hurt. But there was nothing you could do. You were telling the truth...unless Malfoy was lying...
“I’m not lying- Mione please-”
You don’t exactly know what to say. You start to doubt everything Malfoy told you, not knowing who to believe.
“Besides, Hermione, it wouldn’t be completely unlike her to do something like this,”
"You don’t know her. Not like I do,” she wipes away a tear that rolled down her cheek, “she wouldn’t do something like this. No,”
Hermione was almost in disbelief of the words coming out of your mouth but why is she protecting her?
“Okay. Okay. Fine,” you sigh, trying to get her to calm down was stressing you out more than you were before, “just please can we stop fighting?”
Her eyes bulge, mouth dropping open as if she was offended by your words.
“’Can we stop fighting?’” she scoffs, “I’m trying to make this right! You’re just accusing Pansy of almost killing you!”
With every word she says, her voice grows louder until she’s practically screaming.
This is not what you expected at all. You just want everything to go back to how it was before this all happened. You just wanted to hug her and release all your stress in her comforting arms. But she obviously didn’t want the same.
You decide it’s best to just walk away and try to avoid any more conflict between the two of you. Besides, you still needed to find Malfoy again and see where he went and why.
“I’ll see you later Mione,” you start to walk away from her, speeding down the hall.
You can hear her mumbling things under her breath as she continued to pace the floor, looking down, hands fiddling with her hair.
Continuing to walk down the chilling corridor, your eyes dart from side to side attempting to find Draco or even Cedric. You had problems to resolve with almost everybody. All you wanted right now was comfort.
You wanted to have a few hours to just relax and unwind with someone who knew you. Someone who knew how to be there for you, but at the moment, all those people are either nowhere to be found or pissed off at you.
You decide to just go back to your room, get some rest and hope everything can be resolved tomorrow. Your heart sank with every passing thought.
What if things with Cedric are never resolved?
What if this really was the end of a beautiful friendship?
Was Mione giving up on you?
Where did Malfoy run off to?
“Pure-blood,” you retort at the serpent portrait on the wall which swings open, letting you in through the tunnel.
You walk down the small corridor, as it opens up into the large staircase, leading down into the common room. You stand at the top of the stairs in awe, as you see multiple Slytherins passed out all over the furniture, including the large rug on the ground.
It reeked of firewhiskey and weed. The smell sort of burned as it passed through your lungs. You did your best not to take in deep breaths as you made it across the common room, and made your way to the dormitories.
Your head was pounding and your eyes were heavy as you continued down the corridor to your dormitory, passing the rooms.
Your blinks became longer and heavier with every close, lungs feel like they’re slowly tightening up.
Your vision started to become blurry before you rubbed your eyes with one hard blink, pulling them open. You place your hand on your chest as you feel your heart beat faster with every step.
You pass by a brown-haired Slytherin boy who seems to be looking quite curiously at you as he fixes his tie, speeding up. You look back at him, the Earth spinning around you.
You look back forward with confusion as to why there was a boy in the girls’ dormitories. You feel as though you are going to faint.
No boys were allowed in the girls’ dormitories. How did he get in here? You take a deep breath in, unable to get your breathing back to normal.
The numbers on the doors were increasing...they’re supposed to decrease. You feel your lips dry as you continue to stumble forward.
You look up, studying the large gold numbers on the door. Your heart rate begins to calm as your throat opens up, allowing you to catch your breath. Your vision becomes clearer as the effect of the horrible scent finally stops, allowing you to return back to reality.
You wish you hadn’t.
You weren’t in the girls’ dorms. You were in the boys’. You needed to leave now before anyone else saw you.
You spin yourself around, ready to sprint down the hall, but before you could take one step, the door to room 108 creaks open and a large hand grabs your wrist, pulling you into the room.
Your head is spinning, and being jolted back certainly did not help your pounding headache.
You look around and the room looked familiar. Too familiar. You were in Malfoy’s dorm.
You hear the door slam shut, and the lock click, making you turn towards the door. Your eyes study Malfoy, with his blazer thrown over his shoulder, tie running down both his collarbones. The first button on his white blouse was undone, exposing his silver chain dangling from his neck.
I much rather it be my hands wrapped around his neck.
He looked astonishing in the early sun. You weren’t sure what time it was exactly but all you were thinking about is the last time you were in here. You were exhausted but you forced yourself to be more energized and prepared for anything.
After all, you never know what could happen when your in his dorm. You’re under his control and you would let him do many things to you. Perhaps to recreate what happened the other day.
But that wouldn’t be for a while. You still needed to talk to him and figure out why he left so abruptly.
You take a step towards him, opening your mouth, about to question what was so important he had to leave, but before you could, he chuckled.
He glides his teeth over his lips as he smiles, looking to the side, lowering his blazer to his side, letting it drag to the floor. His hands grasped the blazer with more power than needed. He was clenching his fist.
He takes a few slow steps forward as the tension between you two increases until he’s an inch away from you. Your heart is palpitating out of your chest as his hand glides up your neck, grabbing ahold of your jaw.
You dare look into his eyes, worried to know what expression is plastered on his face.
His rings are pressed up against your skin as his grasp tightens. Draco lifts your chin so your eyes finally meet his. He looked angry; he was angry.
He clenches his jaw, accentuating his sharp jawline, grip still slowly tightening around your jaw. You begin to become worried; worried about what he wants.
“You never learn do you?” his voice growls lowly.
Without warning, he pushes your face to the side, the metal pressing into your skin more than it did earlier. He lets go of your face, walking towards his bed, throwing his blazer onto it.
“Wh- What?” your voice was small and weak.
You were too scared to speak up to him. You were afraid of what he would do.
Why is he even mad?
He turns towards you, glaring at you as if you were a Hufflepuff. It was a disgusted face more than anything and it sent shivers down your spine.
He grabs one end of his tie, sliding it off his shoulders, throwing it onto his bedside table where the picture of his mother lies.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘what’?” he scoffed, “You never fucking learn that I don’t like to share,”
Is he talking about Cedric?
Is that why he’s upset?
Because I went to talk to Cedric?
“For fuck’s sake Evans,” he turns, pacing the room as he runs his fingers through his already messy blond hair.
Draco stops in his tracks, rubbing his jawline as he looks you up and down. He takes a deep breath, sitting on the edge of his bed. He rests his elbows on his knees as he starts sliding his many rings on and off of his fingers.
His gaze moves back up to you, taking another sigh. He sits up, now placing his hands on his knees.
“I don’t want you associating with Diggory,” he says, once again clenching his jaw looking to the wall behind you.
“You can’t control who I’m friends with,” you snap back, placing your shoes on the floor at the foot of his bed.
You’re taken aback by his nerve.
There’s no way you can stay away from Cedric. He was your friend - well at least you hoped so. After everything that happened and how he stormed off, you didn’t know if your friendship was finite.
“y/n,” the sound of your name made you focus on what he was about to say next, “you will not be talking to Diggory. Don’t even look at him. Got it?”
“You can’t control me Malfoy,”
You expected some kind of snarky comment but to your surprise, he just chuckles.
He knows you melt at his touch. He knows that for some reason, you can’t seem to stay away from him. He knows that for some reason, you actually care about what he does and where he runs off to. He knows you will do anything he says because that’s the effect he has on you.
Nobody else has ever had that effect on you until a few months ago. Not like Draco did. And he knew.
Malfoy stands up, walking over to you. He places his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb up and down. His gray eyes are glistening in the sunlight.
The light from the lake reflects on his skin perfectly, accentuating his seemingly perfect facial features.
Malfoy’s teeth graze his lips as he looks you up and down with hunger in his eyes. It was clear he was hungry for your touch, as you were for his.
He leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You felt your hunger for him grow as your lips touched. You feel his hand travel to the back of your neck, running his fingers through your hair. You felt butterflies start to form in your stomach but before it could go any farther, he pulled out of the kiss, taking a step back.
There was a devilish smirk wiped across his face. His smirk fades and he stares at you, eyes burning through you. He had such an effect on you for absolutely no reason. Or at least not a reason you knew.
“Undress,” he says sternly.
“I said, undress,”
“Fucking undress Evans,” he says more sternly than before.
It was unexpected but you decided to obey him, worried about what he would say or do next if you didn’t.
To be honest, you wanted whatever punishment he would give you.
You begin by reaching your hand behind your back, unzipping the back of your dress. The dress falls to the floor, as Malfoy examines your figure, looking you up and down while gliding his tongue over his lips.
“Come here,” he gestures you to sit on the bed in front of him.
You take a seat on the edge of his bed as he walks up to you, peering down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with a soft expression.
This didn’t last very long as he immediately pushes both your shoulders back, making you topple onto the bed so you were now lying on your back, looking up at him.
Malfoy immediately wraps his fingers around either side of your waist, throwing you up onto the bed so you were now more comfortably on the bed.
You feel his hands slide on either side of you as he climbs up onto the bed as well.
He hovers over your nearly naked body, as you feel his warm breath hit your hip. He began to drag his tongue up your body, starting at the hem of your underwear. You clench onto the silk sheets, arching your back as he makes his way up your stomach and up to your chest.
Malfoy then starts to place warm and wet kisses on your chest, making his way up to your jawline. You could feel his warm breath compensating with the frigid air around you. It was different this time. His breath no longer smelt like mint and his body no longer smelt like strong cologne.
Malfoy smelt like firewhiskey and weed, just like it smelt in the common room. It was an unsettling smell, but it also was tolerable, considering where this was going.
He then pulls out, placing his hands on either side of you. His eyes are locked onto yours as the edges of his lips lift, revealing a slight grin.
He brings up one of his hands, placing his hand on his chin, using his thumb to wipe away the saliva from his lips.
“Still think I can’t control you?”
You were speechless. You had no words to reply. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
Without any warning, he places two of his fingers on your heat, lightly pushing against your underwear. This caused your back to arch as your mouth is gaped open with pleasure, letting out a small moan.
His other hand immediately covers your mouth, not letting another sound escape your lips.
“I never said you could make noise,” he grins a devilish grin, “at least not yet,”
His grin widens as he looks down at your heat and then back up into your eyes.
You were wet.
“Someone excited to see me?”
You couldn’t let out a single sound with his hand covering your mouth, whether you wanted to or not.
Draco leans in close to your face, lips brushing against your ear as he starts to whisper.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”
Without hesitation, you nod. You wanted him. Now that he’s on top of you, you wanted all of him. You wanted him to please you.
“Show me how much you want it,”
How the fuck am I supposed to show him?
He climbs off of you, once again standing at the edge of the bed. He bends down, lowering his head to your thighs as he leaves a trail of kisses, each making you grasp onto the black silk sheets tighter and tighter.
He then begins to lightly suck on the inside of your thigh, leaving a purple hickey. You arch your back and throw your head back in pleasure as he does so. He then continues to leave kisses all the way up your thighs until he gets to the hem of your underwear.
He then quickly pulls out, his warm breath hitting your thighs. He looks up at you with a smirk.
What the fuck?
What a fucking tease.
“Get on the floor,” he orders.
You sit up and look at him, confused at what he was getting at.
“Get on your fucking knees, Evans,“