𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

F O U R

~DETENTION~
Smut warning

I made my way down the corridors to Snape's class. Mentally preparing myself for detention with Malfoy. This can go two ways.

I reached Snape's classroom and right as I was reaching my hand for the door, it flung open.

"Well well. Cyprus, Malfoy". Snape slurred as he stepped back, leaving way for me to walk through.

I hadn't even realized that Malfoy was right behind me. I stepped into the classroom. It's dullness washing over me. It was never light in this classroom. Snape hated the light. Almost as if he were a vampire.

"You two will be writing two whole parchment roles of why you're in here. If failed to succeed you will be granted an extra week of detention".

My mouth was hung open as I sat down in my original class seat. No way In hell I'm writing two parchments. Malfoy soon sat down next to me of course, considering it's his seat anyways.

"You have an hour and 30 minutes. Goodluck". There was a loud slam that followed right after Snape's quick verbalization.

I quickly got to work but Malfoy didn't even pick up his quill.

"You got us in here. So you do my work". Malfoy called out. I traced my eyes from my parchment to Malfoy's eyes. Disgusted by what he just said.

"Excuse me". I snapped at Malfoy. Who the fuck does he think he is. He got us in here not me.

"You heard me, slut". He had a great big smile plastered right on that pale beautiful face of his.

I stood up from my chair, him doing the same. Then did the unthinkable.

I punched him.

Not just once, three times and soon enough his nose was dripping blood.

"What the hell Nova". His smile was gone. He was angry. His jaw was tightened and eyes as cold as a 20° December morning. He was furious. Stone cold.

"I told you not to call me a slut". I was so pissed off. I don't care how gorgeous he is. No one calls me a slut.

He walked closer to me. His hands in fist. He wasn't radiating any good energy. Only a terrifying one.

"I do what I want". Our faces an inch away. Blood slowly stopped trickling down his face.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. I would've fell if his arm wasn't around my waist.

I saw his eyes tense up one last time.

Then suddenly. They softened. He stared into my eyes as I felt his body relax. His energy now giving me a comforting feeling.

This was nice.

Being held like this by him. In his presence. We both needed this.

He wiped blood from his upper lip. The blood now vanishing

Then something in him snapped.

He looked at my lips then back at my eyes.

I nodded.

With that he bent down as I went on my tippy toes.

Then. Our lips collided.

It was perfect. One hand was around my waist and his other hand made its way to my cheek. My hands were around his neck. Rummaging around through his hair.

I felt his tongue on my bottom lip. Needing an entrance. So I obliged. Our tongues danced with one another as our lips searched each-others. Hands in more places I'd ever expect.

He tasted of mint, and the left over blood. Except I didn't mind.

Then. He pulled away.

"We need to work on our parchment".

He sat back down and got to work.

Interesting. What the hell just happened.

I sat back down as well and continued working. I occasionally would glance up and Draco and caught him doing the same. There was one point where there was a small smile on his face and I couldn't tell if it was from our kiss or what.

The hour passed and I had just put my quill down as I heard the doors open. Snape had come in.

I immediately stood up and walked to him handing him my parchment. He snatched it from my hand and didn't say anything. Draco followed behind handing in his parchment a few seconds after I did. I left the classroom headed to the common room.

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"Hey Nova". Adrian stood up from the couch headed towards me.

"Hey Adrian, how are you". He had his quidditch uniform on once again so I'm guessing they had practice.

"I'm pretty good. Quidditch practice in a few. Where's Malfoy".

"I don't know we just had detention so he should be here in a few-".

I was interrupted by a cold hand grabbing my wrist. I saw Malfoy. He was leading me to the corridor of the boys dormitories. Then soon we were in his room.

He was a prefect so he had his own room of course. It was big though considering he had it to himself. Perks of being a prefect I guess.

Malfoy slammed the door right after we had walked in his room and pushed me against the door. His hands on either side of me trapping me.

"What the hell were you doing with Pucey". Draco seemed pissed. For no reason.

"He was just saying hey telling me about how he had quidditch practice". I don't know what was going through Malfoy's head but he was out of his mind.

"Doesn't seem like it". His nose flared and his hands on the door slowly dropped to his sides.

"Well it's not like i'm gonna shag him. I'm not Pansy pug face over here". I recalled. I shouldn't have called Pansy out like that but honestly, did I lie?

"Don't talk about her like that". Malfoy sticking up for Pansy?

"Why do you care about her? Isn't she just another one of your sluts".

"Slut's?" Draco's face stooped down closer to mine. We were practically breathing the same air.

Next thing I know he put his hand around my throat.

"Fix your attitude Nova. Before i fix it for you". With that Draco let go of me.

"Stay here. I'll be back after quidditch".

Then he left the room.

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