in which lucy armstrong, smells a certain blonde slytherin in a love potion, and realizes that she is completely infatuated with him, despite the fact that falling for him could cost her everything.
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Lucy giggled as the two entered her empty dormitory. She used the side of her body to lean into the heavy door to shut it, before turning around to see Draco curiously observing the dungeon ceiling above them.
A bundle of green and white was growing ever so slowly above them, sparkling in what little light was left in the room. Shifting her gaze, Lucy noticed Draco staring at her with longing eyes, his lips slightly agape.
"Mistletoe," Lucy whispered, pointing up at the bundle of green on the ceiling.
Draco smiled softly, a sight that had become rather rare as of late. He truly was handsome, despite the bags under his eyes and permanent furrow between his brows. Locks of soft bright hair gleamed in the green rays that poured peacefully out from the alcoves in the wall. Draco closed the small gap between himself and the beautiful girl beneath him before capturing her lips with his own. Lucy kissed back tenderly, running a hand up his chest.
"Merlin, you drive me mad," he murmured, hot breath fanning against her neck before placing his lips onto hers. Immediately, a fire ignited deep inside Lucy as he feverishly snogged her. The kiss was downright insatiable, hot, and brazen.
"Draco," Lucy whispered breathlessly as he began to plant open-mouthed kisses upon her neck. He gently backed her up to the edge of the bed, and the two began to tangle helplessly together on top of the emerald sheets. He started to gently suck on her neck, leaving delicate purple bruises behind, marking his presence.
"Mine," He breathed against her skin. She knew it as well as he did. Chills ran up her spine at the sensation and pleasure his actions brought her. Before Lucy was able to react, Draco grinned devilishly at her.
"Oh, would you like me to stop?" he asked with a taunting smirk, his fingertips drawing circles on her inner thighs.
"N-no," Lucy mumbled, glancing down as she felt her cheeks flush. Heat began to pool between her legs as Draco snogged her passionately once more. Lucy could taste toffee lingering on his lips as she began to undo the little buttons on his top. She grew agonizingly closer to his growing need for her as she continued to remove the piece of clothing. She could feel the bulge in his pants brushing against her stomach and the size of it made her gasp. At last, Draco shrugged the garment off of him, revealing his thin torso. He was not particularly muscular, yet Lucy still tenderly ran her fingers across his chest. Her eyes skimmed over the Dark Mark, but she chose not to stare long.
With a gasp, she suddenly felt his hand slide down the back of her dress. His fingers tugged sloppily upon the zipper, demanding that it be removed, desperate to remove the fabric. Lucy quickly arched her spine so that the dress would slip effortlessly off of her, and onto the floor. The silvery dress pooled together on the ground just like molten metal. His eyes were wide as he gazed breathlessly at her breasts that were covered only by thin, black lace.
