The Double Agent { Draco Malfoy smut/love story}

7

Arya sucked in a deep breath as she walked to the lounge the next morning. She wasn't quite sure what had happened last night, but she was able to sleep. Except now instead of scenes of that night, her dreams were flooded with Draco's face. She could feel the same electricity in her body when she woke up that she had felt when Draco's lips pressed against her ear that night. There was something about him. Something she hadn't seen before. She wasn't able to stop thinking about it.

She had made sure to wear an outfit she was sure any guy in their right mind would think was sexy. After all, she had something to prove. She had on a white button up shirt which she had tied just at her waist, a couple buttons left undone that showed off a hint of her cleavage. Along with it she wore a black leather skirt that was almost on the edge of being too short, fishnet stockings and leather boots covered her legs enough to make up for it though. She had left her hair down, even teased it a bit to make sure it looked extra tousled, like she had just gotten out of bed. And at the center of it all she had cherry red lips and a winged liner that made even her feel as though she could break anyone's heart.

She walked into the lounge slowly, the heels of her boots clicking on the floor as she did and smirked as she saw Draco. When he spotted her his face when paler than it usually did. His eyes roamed her body, mostly hovering at the line where her skirt hit her thighs. She cleared her throat gently and chuckled as his eyes moved to meet hers. "Well I can see I nailed the first part of the lesson. Look sexy. Check." She bit at her lip and sauntered over to Draco, who gulped hard.

"Well done." He let out after a moment, his fingers started to move towards her but his hands suddenly pulled back, remaining at his sides.

Arya leaned into him gently, her palms flush with his chest. "You didn't think I would show up to a lesson like this wearing a sweater did you?" She all but whispered, trying her best to put on her most sultry voice. Her finger moved to draw small circles against Draco's chest as she giggled playfully. She looked back up at him and watched as his eyes flicked down to her lip and then back up to meet her own.

Draco shook his head slightly and grabbed her wrists, peeling her hands off of him. "Good start, but we have a lot of work to do." He smiled gently. "Though I do imagine if you wear that around Fred he would love it, it doesn't exactly scream 'make me your girlfriend'" he chuckled, moving to sit on the love seat in the corner of the room.

"What does it say then?" Arya asks, putting her hands on her hips. She was sure this would be the perfect outfit, and yet Draco didn't seem to think so.

"It says you're a slut. A slut who will let any guy with a heartbeat fuck you." Draco answered flatly.

Arya gasped at that and pursed her lips. "I'm just being honest Arya. If I saw you in that in Hogwarts I would assume I could take you into the bathroom and have you on your knees in seconds. And then I'd walk away and probably only ever talk to you if I wanted a quick fuck."

Arya walked closer to him and stood right in between his legs. "So fix me." She said hesitantly. "Tell me what I need to change."

Draco stood up at that, near millimeters from her face and let his hand find her blouse. The skin where his fingers touched lit up upon impact. What the hell was this boy doing to her?

He buttoned the blouse where her cleavage had show and slowly moved to untie her blouse, so that it fell to her waist as it would normally. He smiled gently and moved his fingers to the hem of her skirt, pulling it down slightly, just enough so that she was fully covered. When he stood back up straight he looked her in the eyes and sighed contently. "Now lose the tights and boot, and tuck in your shirt."

Arya did as he said, kicking off the boots and pulling her tights off slowly, tossing them to the side. Draco nodded at her, his fingers cupping his own chin as he  furrowed his brows in thought. Arya felt practically naked as his eyes grazed her body. "Give me your wrist." He all but demanded.

Arya was hesitant but held out her wrist. Draco let out a soft chuckle. "Good girl." He smirked mischeviously and slowly pulled the elastic she wore in her wrist off of it before reaching to her hair, and pulling it up into a high ponytail for her, soft curls falling around her face as he did. "Perfect." He said as he tightened her ponytail.

Arya spun around and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so innocent, like she was just a demure and shy school girl who had nothing to gain from the affection of men. "This is ridiculous." She groaned. "I look like I'm a perfect little angel, why would Fred Weasley find this attractive?" She watched as Draco came behind her, his head right above her own.

"As sexy as that other outfit was, this one is so much better." He starts. His hands lift to hold her waist, his eyes locked in her body in the mirror. "Tucked in, you get the perfect sense of how small your waist is, without looking like you belong in a slutty music video." His hands move down to her hips. "The skirt is just short enough to have any man imaging what's under it, and walking behind you to hope to catch a glimpse. Doesn't hurt that your long legs are perfectly exposed, just begging to be spread and- OW!" Arya had turned slightly, hitting Draco hard on the chest to stop him from saying the rest of what he had in mind. He chuckles to himself as they turn back to the mirror. His hands move again, grabbing her ponytail softly. "And with your hair up, he will be dying to pepper your neck with kisses... plus it's perfect for pulling."

Arya raises a brow at him in the mirror. "Why would he want to pull my hair?" She asks innocently, making Draco choke back a laugh.

"I could show you.. if you want." He breaths, leaning in so his lips hovered gently against her ear just like they had the night before. Arya felt the electricity shoot through her body again, wondering if maybe, just maybe, Draco could feel it too. Arya nodded softly at his suggestion and before she knew it he had tugged hard on her ponytail, pulling her neck to the side. He leaned down and Arya let out a soft gasp as his lips brushed against her neck, dragging softly from her collar bone to the base of her ear. She closed her eyes for a second, just in time for Draco to pull away from her completely. "He would've been kissing your neck there though, obviously." He chuckled, Arya could swear she heard a bit of nervousness in his laugh though.

Her eyes fluttered open and she fixed her neck before turning around to look up at Draco. "What if I've never...." she starts, biting her lip hesitantly.

Draco smirks and rolls his eyes at her. "I know Arya, you've never had sex. Honestly, that'll probably just make him want you more. Guys love when—"

"No." She interrupts him, clearing her throat and looking down at her hands nervously. "What if I've never even kissed anyone before...." she says it in a whisper, a blanket of shame washing over her. For some reason, she had become so shy in front of Draco. Usually she was confident, able to assert herself in any situation, but in front of him, revealing herself to him for the first time, she had felt as if she could melt into the floor.

Draco stayed silent for a moment, and Arya refused to look up at him. She was too afraid to see him laughing or smiling, or even smirking at her. He would probably be using this as leverage against her, making her feel even smaller than she already had. All of a sudden though she felt his hand on her chin, pulling her head up to look at him. His face was that of pure confusion. His lips pursed slightly and his eyebrows furrowed together. "You're kidding right?"

Arya shook her head softly and he let out a breath. "We have a lot of work to do then.. I have a lot to teach you." He paused for a moment. "But we can start with this.." he leaned down all at once and pressed his lips to hers gently. Arya's eyes widened. Her entire body felt warm as his lips stayed against hers. His hand found her cheek, his other met her waist, pulling her body closer as the kiss deepened. Arya kissed him back slowly and let her eyes flutter closed. She wasn't quite sure where her hands should go so she wrapped them around his neck, her fingers locked in the back of his hair, playing with it softly. His tongue flicked lightly against her bottom lip and Arya heard a soft moan escape her lips. For a moment his grip on her waist tightened but he pulled away just after it did, his eyes locked on hers.

Arya let out a soft breath and pulled away from his grip, her fingers finding her lips as she looked back at him. She could feel them tingling from the aftershock of the kiss. "Wow..." she sighed.

Draco nodded gently and a soft smile pulled at his lips. "Yeah... wow. You're definitely good at that." He shook his head and his lips dropped. "But we still have a lot of work to do. Let's get to the lessons." He said dismissively, before turning and walking back to the couch and grabbing his journal and quill, as if nothing spectacular had even happened between them.