I want you to keep it (DracoXreader) 18+ smut

Chapter 2

"Slytherin!" The hat boomed, shaking the blood from my heart. I hadn't even really considered Slytherin because they were known for being so powerful and I didn't think I was that strong. The table proudly beaming green from their robes stood and cheered as if they had just won the quidditch cup. I stood straight up smiling making my way down to my houses table everyone from it still cheering. I was greeted by a beautiful raven haired girl, with a head girl badge proudly presented on her robe. She greeted me with a sly smile then insisted I sit with her.

I do so and sit with her as the table quietens down too listen to Dumbledores ending speech, it's just as boring as I imagined it would be my eyes wonder down to the plate In front of me, it's delicate silver etchings carved with precision. My finger brushes the side as I get lost in though, then my eyes slowly wonder up to the student sitting opposite me on the table.

He's watching Dumbledore but obviously doesn't care for what he's saying. His light blond hair
Sits perfectly and immaculate, grey deep eyes fixated on anything around the room while he's lost In though. His sharp jaw clenches as he swallows and then slowly wipes his top lip with his tongue. The blond locks still look perfect as he swishes his head towards me. "Can I help you?" He spits

"I'm sorry?" I whisper as to not draw attention. "Didn't your Ravenclaw mummy ever teach you staring is rude" he whisper shouts. I sit mesmerised, basically stupefied and speechless. "Ha and I thought the hat said you were intelligent" he says with a cheeky grin wanting me to fight back. I tried so hard to ignore him but I couldn't.

"And who the fuck do you think you are?" I spit at him, he sits confused as if I'm supposed to know who he is, as if he's famous or something. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he reaches his hand out impressed with how I refuse to be intimidated by him. "Are you a mud blood or something I've never heard of you" I lied I had heard of the Malfoys they married into the black family, they were pure bloods and rumoured to be close with Voldemort through Bellatrix, Dracos Aunt.
Nobody messed with them but I wasn't about to back down. I look at his hand as he drops it with out me shaking it. "Oh you like to play rough do you y/n?" He smirks but his eyes filled with rage. "You wouldn't know the half of it Malfoy" I look away from him try to concentrate on anything other then his big veiny hands or his broad muscly shoulders, you can still see how fine they are even under his robes. I'm forced to squeeze my thighs together at the thought of him.

What is wrong with me? He's rude, arrogant and he seems to be a player I don't even want to be his acquaintance let alone his friend. Or anything else for that matter so why am I feeling in between my thighs heat up. As I try to distract myself with the end of Dumbledores speech his knee brushes mine and it's sends my breathing out of sync. Our eyes meet and his eyes bore into mine as if he's starving.
"Enjoy the first feast of the year" Dumbledore happily cheers ending his speech snapping me and Draco out of our stare.

Food appears as if well by magic, there's everything from roast pig all the way down too sweetheart dragon pie. "So y/n how do you feel about being a Slytherin" the raven haired girl next to me questions. "I'm not too surprised to be honest with you" I giggle lying to her face, she smiles back at me with pure confidence beaming from her face. "I'm Pansy by the way Pansy Parkinson" she stretches out a hand I shake her hand smiling back while side eyeing Draco and watching him fill with rage.

Once we finished the feast Pansy lead me and a few other year 4 Slytherins, who I assumed where her friends, to the dungeons. This is where the common room, the boys and the girls dorms were for the Slytherin house. Once we were in Pansy sat me and her friends down on the black velvet couches. "Don't worry y/n I've had all your belongings including your new Slytherin Robes and Ties collected and places in your private dorm room. Of corse you can decorate your room as you'd like Snape doesn't care" she explains relaxing in her seat "thank you" I smile back at her.