𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ~ 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴
y/n = your name
Malfoy really is beautiful, isn’t he?
He’s a fucking jerk, but it’s... hot.
Now that you got a taste of him, you can’t get him off of your mind. The way he takes control, the way his hands grasp all around your body. The way he looks at you, biting his lip with hunger.
Just looking at him right now, eating peacefully across from you, talking to Goyle gives you butterflies.
“Hello? Earth to Evans,” Blaise waves his hand in front of your face, making the cloud of thoughts disappear.
You flutter your eyes as they focus on Blaise, who was trying to ask you something. You have never really talked to Zabini before, you only knew him as Malfoy’s bodyguard, along with Goyle.
“So you and Malfoy, huh?”
Your eyes widen in shock. How did he know? You glance over at Malfoy for a split second for his approval to tell Blaise that you two were fooling around, but when you did, he already seemed to be one step ahead and was glaring at Blaise.
“Blaise shut the fuck up,” Draco snapped.
What an asshole.
“Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. There’s no need to take your anger out on me,” he snaps back.
“Blaise, what the fuck don’t you understand about ‘shut the fuck up’?”
Draco’s eyes seemed to be tearing Blaise apart, as they were huffing, ready to rip each other to threads.
The tension is broken by a raspy voice that belonged to none other than pug face, Pansy Parkinson.
The boys’ facial expressions relaxed, as did their muscles. They unclenched their fists, continuing to shuffle food onto their plates as if nothing had previously happened. Draco’s jaw was still clenched in anger.
What the fuck is his deal?
“Um, Dracy? What the fuck is on your neck?” Pansy queries, almost as if she was offended at the sight of hickeys all along his neck.
“None of your damn business, Parkinson,” he snaps.
“You’re right, sorry,”
The awkward silence filled the air as the continuous chatters from the other house tables increased, increasing tension between Pansy and Draco.
Out of nowhere, Malfoy slams his fist on the table, causing attention to be drawn to your group. He rubs his tongue on the inside of his cheeks, clenching his jaw so hard, it would seem you could cut a rock in half on the sharp edge of his jawline.
“What the fuck do you need Pansy?” He spat.
“I- I just wanted to ask you something, Dracy,”
“Don’t fucking call me Dracy,”
“But it’s cute,” Blaise cooed, with puppy eyes.
“Fuck off Blaise; Pansy, let’s go,”
Draco stands up from the table, bringing Parkinson out of the great hall to talk.
Some sort of anger washes over you. But it wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hatred or rage. It felt like a burning sensation inside. But not the good one. The one that makes you want to punch someone in the face. Specifically Parkinson.
Am I jealous?
I could never be jealous of Pansy Parkinson.
“Someone jealous?” Goyle queries, with a devilish grin.
You don’t reply, hoping they move on from the subject.
“Seems like it. Just don’t get attached because whatever is going on, I can assure you, it won’t last long,” Goyle chuckles.
“Mhm, Draco is the type of guy that fucks a girl until he’s bored and moves onto the next without hesitation,” Blaise adds.
You look at them, not knowing if you should believe them. You never really talked to them. You were just sitting and associating with them because Draco told you to. Of course, you had to obey.
Now that you think of it, it does seem like a Malfoy thing to do. He never shows affection for anyone but himself and doesn’t seem like he ever would. What a fucking self-centered prick.
“What if that’s how I am too?” You ask, trying to hide your slight disappointment.
“Well then, by all means, go ahead. We don’t want to get caught up with another girl like you who cries over him after he dumps you on the side of the road like a piece of trash,”
“Yeah, the number of tears shed in front of us is truly disgusting,” Blaise adds, cringing.
“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, I wouldn’t even think about fucking that bitch boy,” you state, words laced with confidence when you know very well that if he tried, you would melt at his fingertips.
I would never fuck Draco Malfoy.
You watch as Pansy and Draco walk back into the great hall, now far apart, as Pansy is pouting more than she has ever before.
She plops into the seat where Malfoy was previously sitting, as he walks around to the seat beside you. He plops into the seat beside you, and without hesitations, grabs your chin with his strong, cold fingers, pulling your face towards his. He smashes his lips against yours, as you sightly gasp out of surprise at what he is doing.
He then places his hand on your cheek, pulling you in farther. You move your hands up his back and run your fingers through his bleach-blond hair. He does the same to you. He grabs onto the back of your neck and pulls your lips away from his, breaking the kiss.
Looking into his eyes, he seems empty; emotionless. Like what he just did meant nothing. Of course, it didn’t. You knew this. He didn’t care about your feelings. He only cared about himself.
You turn to sit back facing the table, wiping your mouth dry from the mixture of your saliva dripping down your bottom lip.
You quickly scan the room, trying to scope out if anyone caught a glimpse of you and Malfoy snogging. And they did. Cedric had a hurt expression on his face as if you betrayed him.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, “I gotta go, I’ll see you later I guess,”
You get up from your table and start jogging down the aisle, trying to catch up with Cedric, who was now storming out of the great hall.
What did I do?
“Diggory!” You start to yell after him, picking up your pace.
“Go away,” he answers, with a trembling voice.
“No! Ceddy please-”
“WHAT?” He spins around to face you, yelling, “What do you want? To snog me just so you can turn around and get fucked up by Malfoy?”
“No. I’m done playing your stupid games, y/n,” he looks down at you, sternly, “You don’t get to play around with my feelings like that,”
His concerned look soon turns into a disappointed frown once he notices the hickeys all over your neck. He lifts up his hand, examining every bruise Malfoy left on you yesterday. You wince as he passes over them.
“So this is what you want? Hickeys?”
“No. Don’t speak. If this is what you want, this is what you shall receive,”
Without hesitation, Cedric grabs you by the shoulders and spins you, slamming you against the wall. He places his hand above your head against the wall and one under your chin.
“Is this what you want?”
Your heart is palpitating out of your chest, as you are unable to answer. His sliver eyes are reflecting the light from the dimly lit torches around you. You could see his lick his lips, looking down at you, awaiting an answer.
Say something y/n!
Fucking say something!
You opened your mouth, about to speak, but nothing came out. Not even a small noise. You just nod.
He moves his hand up your skirt, moving his fingers up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer to your heat. He meets it, and slowly starts moving his fingers in circular motions over your underwear, causing you to squirm from the pleasure.
He slowly leans into your ear, brushing his lips up to your cheeks.
“And how about this?” He whispers.
Diggory has never been this bold with you before. Last year, he wouldn’t dare to do anything out of the dorms, nevermind in the hallway.
He slowly starts kissing your neck, as he moves your underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers between your lips, and over your clitoris.
Fuck this feels so good.
He then inserts his fingers in your opening as you let out a quiet moan, unable to control your reflexes from the overload of pleasure. He continues to pump his index and middle finger in and out of you, causing you to squirm.
He starts to kiss you down your jawline, moving down to your neck. You wince from the stinging of the other bruises previously left by Draco. He starts to lightly suckle on your skin, leaving yet another hickey.
All of a sudden, he pulls out from your neck and pulls his fingers out of you. He grins at you, as he sticks his fingers into his mouth, licking them off.
What the fuck?
What a tease.
Lifting his hand, he tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling down at you.
“Don’t play with my feelings alright darling?”
“Cedric you didn’t even let me explain-”
“There’s no explaining to do. I know you’re going to pick him, but I will always be here, waiting for you to make the right decision.”
Without giving you the chance to talk, Diggory storms off down the corridor and back into the great hall to reunite with his friends.
As he walks out of the corridor, Malfoy walks in and immediately lays his eyes on you.
Please, not now.
“What the fuck y/n? Diggory? Right now?” Draco queried, his words laced with aggression.
“None of your damn business,” you spat.
“It is my damn business when it comes to what’s in between your legs,”
“Wow. What a bloody git you are, Malfoy,”
“Oh please, I’m not the one who can’t choose between two people, one being the obvious choice,”
“The obvious choice is Diggory, yet you can’t seem to get your bloody hands off of me,”
“The difference between me and the stupid Hufflepuff Diggory is that I know what I’m doing, and he has no bloody clue,”
You scoff at his statement, unable to put together the words to reply.
“No, Malfoy. The difference between you and Diggory is he actually cares about me. All you want is sex and pleasure,”
“Oh please, if any guy tells you he wants you for anything other than your body, he’s lying,”
What the fuck?
You feel as though you have been stabbed in the heart. You have always been self-conscious in the past and just as you were gaining it, Malfoy has to break it down.
You look up at him with teary eyes, unable to compose a sentence after that insult. You just storm off, around the corner, and away. Away from Malfoy and his nasty remarks. Away from Malfoy and his perfect skin, perfect eyes, and perfect taste.
He was a fucking jerk and there was no changing that.
Even if you wish you could.