lifetime | draco malfoy

7 | control

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Brandee was the only thing able to distract Draco from the burden that was you. Knowing that you were in the same room as him and yet he couldn't have you the way he wanted you. It made him feel at a loss. Draco is fairly used to getting his way, never once not getting what he wanted and so when you came along and stopped that streak; he felt determined.

He felt like he had to have you at some point just to prove something to his ego. The alcohol running through his system didn't have a strong effect on him as it did on other students at the party. Being a heavy weight drinker had its perks – no frequent hangovers or puzzle pieces missing from his memory.

Even though it seemed like Draco wasn't interested in you all night, that was far from the truth. He always made sure that you were in his peripheral vision. Seeing you babysit your disoriented friend, Caroline, struggling even, he admired it. You never once left her side and Draco envied Caroline.

Seeing how much you cared for her through your actions, big and small, made him wish someone cared for him like that. But envying someone wasn't a feeling Draco was particularly fond of because it made him feel lesser than. So, he did whatever he could to shake that feeling off.

That included getting Brandee alone in the boy's bathroom connected to the Slytherin dormitory. It was fairly quiet, the music had been muffled, it was completely empty and the single large mirror in front of the sinks was perfectly clean of any smears.

Draco figured he could make it quick without getting caught as he slid Brandee's jeans down, allowing it to pool around her ankles before facing her toward him. He noticed she had worn 'one of her best' underwear as she called it and he knew she was expecting this to happen. She was all too familiar with Draco's ways after they had a breakup and they always ended up back together after the same situation they were in now.

But, Draco didn't care. He was filled with lust and she was the only person who gave herself to him so easily. As much as he felt guilty for taking advantage of her, he didn't feel sorry. He knew that made him a shitty person and he decided that he'd live with that himself. No one was perfect, not even him. Brandee was independent and extroverted, if she didn't want him, she would speak up. But she did want him.

Draco grew ashamed as he lifted and fucked her against the sink with her chest against his and caught his reflection in the mirror behind her, his arm snaked behind to grab her short, dirty-blonde hair. Locks of his hair stuck to his forehead as beads of sweat began forming along his skin. What would he do once this was over? Would he have to repeat this cycle just to keep her by his side? He didn't want to be alone.

Her head tilted back as he made her spill noises out of her lips from the feeling between her legs. The buttons on Draco's white button up popped open as Brandee's fingers clawed them free, desperate to feel more skin contact. She was too far in, too infatuated with Draco that she didn't see how unhealthy he was for her. All she wanted was for him to love her just as she loved him.

Draco was losing his motivation, losing his erection as he thought about being with Brandee for the long-run; though he shouldn't be thinking of that right now. He wasn't ready for that, he didn't want to be. Living in the moment and having it all was what he really wanted. But, he contradicted himself every second of every day that he spent with her. How could he ask her to stay with him, to never leave him, if he wasn't planning to give her what she wanted in return?

"What's wrong?" She asked panting. Brandee could tell he wasn't in the right headspace for what they were doing and it all felt off. "Just shut up." Draco didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to tell her that while he was busy fucking her, he was thinking of you.