Draco Malfoy Imagines (Requests TEMPORARILY Closed )

Strings

A/N: Quite proud of this one! Enjoy lovelies, happy late Christmas!!!!Summary: Draco and Y/N are friends with benefits but have both developed feelings for each other. Neither knows it until Draco watches Y/N hanging out with another guy.Warning(s): SMUT!!! Semi-Public sex, unprotected sex, swearing, dirty talk.Word Count: 2.2k

Draco couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was sitting on his lap. On his lap, in broad daylight. Y/N knew that he was in the classroom; he was literally two desks behind her. So the question was, why the hell was she doing it? Is she trying to frustrate me? Maybe this is just a friendly thing that she and Fred do? No, of course not Draco; friends don't sit on each other's laps. And Fred Weasley certainly does not let his female friends sit on him. No, if Fred's with a girl, he likes that girl. Draco was torn from his turbulent thoughts by the sound of Y/N's muffled laugh. She was leaning in towards Fred's neck, stifled giggles escaping her.

Quite frankly, it made Draco's blood boil. He found himself wishing he was the one making her laugh, that his was the lap she was sitting upon. But he knew better, and he knew that they weren't like that. And that's what he wanted...Well, that's what he thought anyway, or rather, what he'd been telling himself for the past few months. Months, that's how long their arrangement had been going on for. Draco wasn't a fool; he could feel his heart growing more and more attached to her after every one of their encounters. The problem was, he had no way of knowing if hers was doing the same. But based on the scene in front of him, the signs were pointing to no.

His eyes followed her as she slid off Fred's lap, bided her time, then dashed from her seat and sneaked out of class, leaving Mr. Flitwick none the wiser. Before Draco could stop himself, he too slinked away from the lesson. He shouldn't have, but where was the fun in that? Besides, he knew how to cast the bubble-head charm.

Just as he'd closed the door behind him, he caught sight of Y/N's robe flowing behind her as she hurried away. But not on his watch.

Y/N ran her hand through her hair. She felt like a bloody moron, letting herself be practically manhandled in the middle of class. And on top of that, it had all happened right in front of Draco. Oh, how she hoped he hadn't seen. She couldn't imagine how she might feel if she had seen Draco with another girl. They were only fuckbuddies, she and the Slytherin. But Y/N secretly wished they could be more. When they agreed to the arrangement, they decided to have no strings. And Y/N had done her best to cut the first ones, but the more they met up, the more they grew, wrapping themselves around his ankles, tying her to him.

The sound of footsteps made her heart increase its pace. She risked a glance behind her. Of course, it was Draco. Merlin, did he look angry. For a moment, she considered stopping, letting him get to her. But where was the fun in that? Y/N took off running, getting halfway down the corridor before taking another look. The platinum blonde was right behind her. If he wanted, he could step on her robe and stop her dead in her tracks. Y/N knew he wouldn't, though. Draco would never admit it to himself, but Y/N could see how much he loved the chase. She waved to him as she rounded the corner.

"Locomotor Mortis!" she heard him shout. Within seconds, she was on the floor, her legs bound to each other with invisible bonds. His footsteps grew louder, and before Y/N could get up, a shoe pressed on her shoulder and pushed her back to the floor.

"Hello, Y/L/N," he beamed. "Let's have a chat, yes?" He cast the counter curse and helped Y/N to her feet. She only had a moment before Draco pushed against the wall, his hand over her throat. "What was that shit?" he growled, his heaving chest touching hers, his leg wedged between her thighs.