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*Evans*

The Next Morning

You walk to the great hall, the only thing on your mind being the coffee awaiting you at the breakfast table. Yawning as your eyes droop to the floor, you hear your name being called in a distance.

โ€œEvans! Oi! Wait up!โ€

You feel a strong arm slither around your shoulders. You flutter your eyes gazing up, trying to say awake.

Crabbe?

โ€œWhat do you want,โ€ you sigh, not even bothering to push his arm off of you.

Silence.

He just smirks.

You look over to his hand thatโ€™s currently hanging off of your shoulder.

A note?

You grab the note from his hand, pushing him off of you.

Bloody hell heโ€™s heavy.

As you open the note, fold by fold, you start to shiver as the cool air from within the castle walls blows up against your arms, causing goosebumps to form.

Opening the note, you see neat, cursive writing.

๐ธ๐“‹๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ,

๐‘€๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‡๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐Ÿช๐“…๐“‚ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“…. ๐ผ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐‘’๐’น ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐“€ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š. ๐’Ÿ๐‘œ๐“ƒโ€™๐“‰

๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š.

๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐“๐“Ž,

๐’น.๐“‚

What is Malfoy playing at?

You look up around you and see students passing by, but one person, in particular, catches your eye. The bleach-blond, messy set of hair starts walking towards you. What the fuck does he want?

Malfoy is walking aggressively towards you as his empty grey eyes burn right through you. You look at him in confusion. As he gets closer, his eyes look right past you, as if he was looking at something behind you.

You slowly turn to look at what he finds so interesting, as his hand roughly grabs your wrist and pulls you down the hall. You look down, not understanding whatโ€™s happening. You try to wriggle yourself out of his grasp but it only gets tighter as you look up at him, fear in your eyes.

What the fuck is he doing?

Where is he taking me?

We still have a class to go to!

He pulls you around the corner, and as he does, he whips his head quickly back up at you, making eye contact with you. You see some aggression in his eyes, but behind all the aggression, you sense some sort of...desire.

He looks back forward, rolling his eyes after seeing the fear in your eyes.

โ€œOh for fuckโ€™s sake Evans, donโ€™t look so scared, Iโ€™m not doing shit to you, just obey, and youโ€™ll be fine,โ€ he spat.

โ€œWhy the fuck should I obey you?โ€ You query sternly, finally ripping your hand out of his grasp. You rub your wrist with your other hand, relieving the slight stinging Malfoy caused.

โ€œHoly fuck Evans, weโ€™re almost there just come with me.โ€

He once, again grabs ahold of your wrist, dragging you behind him as you struggle to keep up. Turning one more corner, he yanks you into the abandoned boyโ€™s bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

โ€œWhat the fuck did you bring me here for?โ€

Silence.

โ€œMalfoy! Why the fuck are we here we have class?โ€

Silence.

โ€œCan you answer me? For Merlinโ€™s sake-โ€

"Speak when spoken to Evans,โ€

Youโ€™re soon interrupted by his finger, running down your bottom lip, parting the bottom from the top. He looks you up and down, biting his lip. His hand moves to your cheek, as his fingers slowly glide to your jawline, moving down to your chin.

What in Merlinโ€™s beard is he doing?

You and Malfoy have never really been alone together. You were one time in third year but it was awkward and you never even acknowledged him.

This time seemed a lot different. He seemed, hungry for your touch, just like yesterday when he used you to get rid of Pansy.

His eyes are so beautiful, his jawline sharp, his hair, accentuating all of his seemingly perfect features.

He quickly lifts his finger as your chin follows. Your head lifts as your eyes meet with his. His other hand slowly reaches behind your head, as his fingers slide through your hair. You feel him grab a chunk of your hair, and pull your head back, so you were now looking up to the ceiling.

What the fuck Evans? Why are you letting him do this to you?

You canโ€™t see what heโ€™s doing, but you can feel it. His hands were slowly rubbing against your neck as if he was examining it. What the fuck is he doing?

โ€œSo Diggory didnโ€™t mark his territory?โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ You ask, confused.

โ€œThereโ€™s not a single hickey or love bite on your neck, but now there will be.โ€

You can tell by the tone of his voice heโ€™s grinning.

What the fuck is he gonna do?

โ€œMalfoy, what are you d-โ€

He cuts you off, wrapping his large and strong fingers around your neck, backing you up against the wall.

โ€œDonโ€™t. Speak. Unless. Spoken. To.โ€

You look at him with fear and surprise as he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheeks with frustration.

โ€œLook what you did. Now you need to be punished. You should have obeyed me.โ€

Fuck what did I just do?

He looks at you, gray orbs burning through you. He licks his lips, eyeing you up and down, desire in his eyes.

He quickly smashes his hungry lips onto yours. He then pulls out and looks at you with a smirk.

โ€œM- Malfoy-โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t fucking learn your lesson, do you, Evans?โ€

You gulp.

โ€œOh for fucks sake,โ€

He once again smashes his wet lips onto yours, more aggressively this time. His hand is still wrapped around your throat, as your lips start to part, and your tongues dance with each other. You wince as he bites your bottom lip, pulling it away from you.

He then grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back so once again, youโ€™re looking up to the ceiling. You feel him dive towards your neck, his warm breath against your soft skin. You feel him slowly suck on your neck, leaving a purple blemish.

What the fuck Malfoy?

He didnโ€™t hesitate to stop. He continued to leave three more marks, mercilessly. He then slowly kissed you, moving down to your breasts. His wet, warm touch shot shivers down your spine, as you part your lips, letting out a slight moan with pleasure.

He quickly shoves his thumb into your mouth, silencing your quiet moans.

โ€œYou donโ€™t make noise unless I tell you to,โ€

He continues to leave marks on your breasts as you continue to moan into his hand. He then pulls his finger out of your mouth, finishing to leave marks all over you.

How in Merlinโ€™s beard am I going to cover all this?

He comes back up, while both of you are breathing roughly, struggling to regain your normal breathing patterns. He looks into your eyes, breathing heavily, fixing his robes.

โ€œMalfoy- We have- class,โ€ you say, your heart palpitating out of your chest.

โ€œNo shit Evans. Why do you think I stopped?โ€

โ€œJeez, sorry Malfoy. No need to be so fucking rude,โ€

He shoots a nasty glare at you as you continue to fix your robes, buttoning up the top three buttons he had previously undone.

โ€œAnd what about that note? Could you not wait until tonight?โ€

โ€œFor fucks sake, stop asking questions,โ€ he spat, โ€œand forget I ever gave you that note, it was nothing.โ€

Then why in Merlin did he give me the note? Heโ€™s so fucking confusing.

But why did he do this? We hate each other, what the fuck is he doing this for? Heโ€™s so confusing. I feel like itโ€™s the wrong time to ask but if I donโ€™t itโ€™ll always bother me.

โ€œWhy did you do this Malfoy? Weโ€™re supposed to hate each other?โ€

Silence.

Not this again.

โ€œCan you just fucking answer me?โ€

He then turns around and shoots a nasty glare at you, pacing the room, rubbing his forehead with his fingers in frustration. He looks back up to you, and storms over to you, with an angry expression.

He reaches you and grabs your neck, slamming you against the wall. You gasp out of fear, looking at him in a way asking for him to let you go.

โ€œWhat the fuck donโ€™t you understand Evans? Donโ€™t fucking speak unless spoken to. Obviously, you donโ€™t have any common sense,โ€ he spat.

You scoff.

"I donโ€™t have common sense? You walk around the halls saying you hate me and then you do this shit?โ€

His grip around your neck quickly tightens, so you can only take in small breaths, not being able to swallow saliva. You look into his eyes as if you were asking him to stop but he showed you no mercy.

โ€œI tell you when you can speak y/n. You obviously didnโ€™t understand that, so Iโ€™ll have to deal with you later.โ€

He lets go of your throat, letting you gasp for air. You look at him as he walks out of the room and back into the halls. You rub your neck trying to ease the stinging he caused in your throat as you take deep breaths in.

Holy shit what just happened?

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