We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

96| Self-Condemnation

Y/N POV

Last night was amazing. What started as a worthless shag turned out to be a quite sensual lovemaking act at last. It also marked the first night I went to sleep in Draco's arm after days of silence quarrel. Honestly, I missed it. Having the invisible line barrier was the most stupid idea ever to make me lose the chance to be cuddled in love.

Originally, I was going to stop the break but the stubborn side of me refused it strictly. It wanted to make sure he learned his lesson. Shagging didn't solve anything, it only gave a slight delight in our currently dry relationship.

I had thought about it, hundreds of times while having Draco's breath caressing the top of my head. I felt bad. I felt sorry. But if what happened last night would be considered as a justification of what he did to me, I was, sure enough, he would repeat the same mistake some other time. He would think that sex would fix everything he did wrongly and in the end, I would be left with hurt and possibly, some inner scars all over again.

So I was thinking about getting up, pushing him away from me and went to the wardrobe room with my weak legs, all thanks to him. I was exhausted from the fun night. The fatigue felt like it was eating me up, draining all my energy that it would unquestionably make me limp off the bed if I tried to walk on my own.

No, I think it's okay if we stay like this for a bit longer.

I rose a little from my position to examine his face – the face of someone who did me too good that his cum was overflowing, dripping out and stained the cream coloured sheet.

Draco didn't look as exhausted as I was. He was breathing at a steady pace, having an arm chaining my waist. If only things had gotten back to normal for us, maybe I wouldn't have to act like a twat and we would probably skip some classes to have some morning shag right now. Too bad, I wouldn't let it happen because we were nothing close to normal.

I stroked my fingers against his cheekbone. Without me realising, my face had moved closer on its own, crashing my lips softly on his cheek. My eyes widened when I realised what I had done. Thus I pulled away in surprise, feeling totally embarrassed.

What the hell am I doing? I shouldn't be kissing him!

Just when I was about to escape to the wardrobe room, he pulled me into his embrace in bed. Caging me with both his arms and legs' strength, he pressed on me harder to transfer his body warmth to me. I tried to break loose; I genuinely tried, but Draco's way stronger than me even if I had my strength in full power right now.

He pecked my forehead before whispering, "It's okay, I love a cheek kiss when it comes from you."

"Get off me!" I yelled. He was startled that the embrace became loose, giving me a chance to run away with my bloody sore legs.

I quickly made my way to the wardrobe room, choosing clothes to wear for today. Luckily, Draco didn't chase after me. I was pretty busy thinking whether to tie my hair up or let it fall down like usual until a reality shock hit my thoughts. I hadn't had the Three Days potion yet. The panic attack did attack me while I stormed off the wardrobe room.

"Darling," he called when I got back, fully clothed in my dressing gown, meanwhile, he was still as naked as a newborn baby.

The raspy voice crept to my ear as he got up from bed, walking towards me for a hug which I dodged shortly. He had a confused look on his face, wondering the unusual act of his girlfriend who he thought had forgiven his wrongdoings.

"Are your legs okay?" He asked, worry in his voice.

Of course not, dummy.

"Where's my potion?" I questioned in a rude manner, trying my best not to look like I cared about him and his morning bulge.