Snatched; Draco Malfoy

nineteen

Blaise was now fully clothed in black sweatpants and a dark green t-shirt, reading, what looked like, an old book in a brown leather armchair. Taking my eyes off Blaise, I scanned my eyes round the library. It was wonderful.

Hundreds and hundreds of books were stacked in light oak shelves, all different shapes and sizes. A large patterned carpet filled the middle of the room and squashy beanbags and chairs were in every spare inch of the room.

"Draco. It's amazing. How come you never took me here before?"

He shrugged and said, "I forgot about it. Didn't think it was really your thing. I guess it's quite cool."

Blaise, only just then, noticed us walk in and greeted us with a smile- though more directed at Draco.

"How did you know I'd be here?" Blaise queried.

"You spend half of your time here in the holidays so I figured you'd be here." Draco said matter-of-factly. "When did you get here?"

"Around three in the morning I think? I couldn't go with Crabbe and Goyle on my tail every second of the day. I went through the cabinet into borgins and used floo powder."

Blaise's face immediately sunk and paled.

"Shit. Does she know about... about the cabinet? And the... task."

Draco and I laughed loudly as Blaise relaxed a little.

"Yeah she does. Don't worry man. I tell her everything. Shes 'my left tit' as the muggles say!" Draco beamed.

I don't think he quite understood what that's any but I decided not to tell him. Blaise looked at me sideways and smirked- he obviously understood.

"Well. I'm going to grab a bit of brekkie and then i'll meet you for a game of exploding snap? Or not if you're still busy with you're task." Blaise inquired.

"I'd love to. I'll see ya then." Draco divulged.

With that, Blaise strolled out of the library (the book still clutched in his arm) and shut the big oak doors.

"How do you like Blaise, Pops? Do you think he's nice? I can make him leave if he's bothering you." Draco fretted.

"Shhh. It's okay, Draco. He's lovely. You've finally chosen a decent friend." I joked.

He playfully ticked my side and wrestled me onto one of the beanbags, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"Draco! Draco stop!" I squealed in between laughs.

He stopped and my heart fluttered at the position we ended up in. His arms were pinning my arms down and his face was close to mine, his body dominating me.

Draco swooped down for a kiss and, gladly, I kissed him back. I sat up, my plump lips still battling his thin ones, and climbed onto his lap. We simultaneously drew away and I brushed a loose strand of hair from my face.

"You're beautiful. You know that, Pops?" Draco gushed.

"And to you the same." I leant back in for another kiss, his hands trailing down to my hips, tugging at my sweatpants.

I smiled mischievously and let him dominate me.

Days like this is when life is at its best.

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Blaise had already set up his and Draco's game of exploding snap and was pigging out on Cheerios and pastries.

"Tell Cissy these are brilliant! Gosh she's wonderful that woman." Blaise bubbled.

I saw Draco's mouth split into a proud smile as he promised to tell his mum that Blaise loved them.

"Do you want me to leave? I'll busy myself upstairs if you two want to catch up and play a few rounds." I offered.

"Don't be silly. We'll do winner stays on. But here's your warning, I'm very good at this game. And Draco is very competitive. Did he tell you he hexed me once because he lost to me in a quidditch game?" Blaise said, biting his lower lip to stop himself laughing.

I giggled loudly at the thought of this and sat down to watch them play until Draco lost one round. His clenched his knuckles until they were white to stop himself lashing out.

"Do you need to take a shit, Draco?" Blaise joked, referring to the strained expression on Draco's face.

"Piss of," He replied, moving over to let me sit opposite Blaise in order for me to play a round with him.

After an ongoing game of exploding snap, it finally ended with me ruthlessly beating Blaise.

"Fuck." Blaise groaned, burying his head in his hands and congratulating me. "You should have warned me you were this good. Merlin, no one has ever beat me at Exploding snap. Well done, Pops."

I couldn't help but notice that Draco gave Blaise a death stare as he referred to me by my nickname. Could Draco be... jealous?

"Oh and, Draco," Blaise turned to him, "Next time you shag Pops, put on the right sweatpants. You're wearing Poppy's."

Draco looked down at his hips and checked the sizing. 'Women's size 8' it read.

I lifted my hand to my mouth to stop myself burying into a fit of laughter which only made it even funnier.

"How can you even tell they're mine?" I mused.

"Yours have one of those things that adjust the waistband. Draco's doesn't. Just something I saw when you two came into the library. I'm very observant." Blaise laughed.

Although I find it hilarious, I couldn't help but this k to deep into the situation. Why was Blaise looking at my hips? Surely I was just overthinking. Right? As he said, he's just observant.

As much as I tried to convince myself that Blaise wasn't looking at me inappropriately, the thought still lingered in the back of my mind.

I wonder what Blaise would do if he saw my bare hips.

"Pops? You alright? You're blushing." Blaise queried.

I snapped out of my daydreaming and stared at both Draco and Blaise.

"She's just flustered. Blaise, you can go unpack. You can have one of the guest rooms. I don't even want to think what my parents have done in that room with the rose petals." Draco instructed.

"What do you mean?" Blaise asked.

"They call it the 'love room". The rose petals were kind of a giveaway no? Take you're pick of the guestroom. Pops and I are going to get some air."

Blaise made a face when Draco explained what the room was and stared walking up the stairs to find a room.

"Let's go for a stroll," Draco suggested, interlocking his hand with mine.

And so, we walked in the bright sunshine, not realising how much of a dangerous mess Draco had go himself into.
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