9 | birthday

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His hand, his touch, his warmth — you loved it. The sharp sensation of his teeth gently gnawing at your neck just under your jaw pulled a soft gasp free from your lips. Draco wasn't wasting any time with marking what he felt rightfully belonged to him.

His much larger and broader body loomed over your figure and cast a wide shadow that blocked you from the sun beaming through the window. Your button up was completely undone, almost as if it was ripped apart in determination and your chest was on full display to him, except your bra that provided a layer to the naked eye. The green tie around Draco's neck was loose and his own button up that every student wore religiously as part of uniform wasn't buttoned formally together as it usually was.

A few buttons were loose but it wasn't quite enough to see his torso bare, just his chest that peeked through. Like fire, his fingers touched along your skin, running down your thighs uncovered by your skirt that was now hiked up to your hips. His touch adorned your body while the sunlight emit shadows across his beautiful face. You felt beyond flustered under his blazing gaze, looking him in the eyes past strands of hair that fell past his forehead — bed head suited the boy so well.

The mattress beneath you dipped and shifted as he leaned down to pursue a kiss, stealing your breath away. His head tilted and fit his mouth so perfectly against yours, like you two were meant just for this. Draco's wandering hand lowered and lowered until it slipped beneath your underwear and you felt his hair tickle your forehead. But you didn't care, the desire that ran through your veins to feel more of him, to kiss him harder, and have all of him, it grew stronger by the second and all you could focus on was the way he made you feel.

It almost didn't feel real. Like a dream.

You jolted up from your bed with tiny beads of sweat sitting atop your eyebrows. Your eyes squinted as you went from laying down to sitting up, getting into the line of fire of a blinding stream of concentrated light through the window. Small dust particles that floated through the air only became visible when it blew past the sunlight. Looking around the still room you realized he was in fact nowhere near you. What was causing these dreams?

Your hand reached up to your face and brushed your fingers across your lips, lips that he kissed so hungrily. You swore you could still feel it his tongue moving with yours in unity, his roaming hands, and if it was possible, you could still hear the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with his. The sound of your heartbeat in your ears captured exactly how you felt about the vivid dream you had just seconds ago. You were going crazy, you had to be. He was like an itch that you just couldn't find. Draco was starting to get to you and the worst part of it was that you weren't sure if you hated it or not.

Catching your breath seemed harder than usual as you recalled every hot touch you two shared in your dream. It felt wrong. Perhaps you were targeted during the night by one of the Seven Deadly Sins — Lust. But that was diabolical, you believed there was no such thing. Doing your best to ignore the pleasurable feeling between your legs, you noticed the others that shared the dorm with you were still asleep in their own beds. Waking to another breaking your sin-filled slumber would be embarrassing enough if you happened to be sleep talking so you were thankful you were the first awake.

          A loud snap echoed in your ears and throughout the classroom, bouncing off the stone walls decorated in shelves that held full glass jars. The sudden and short ear splitting noise startled you to your core, sending your heartbeat into a frenzy. Blaise, who was sat beside you even flinched a little. Others snapped their head up from their textbooks, looking more confused than ever. Snape caught you dazing off in the middle of reading the lesson that was written on pages in front of you and wanted to catch your attention by smacking his pointer stick against your side of the desk top.

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