𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓; DM FANFICTION

Chapter 6

-MASTURBATION & FINGERING-

SAGE WALTMORE

I WAS FORCED to listen to all of his groans and whimpers. I shouldn't have been here unattended. I should have gone to his dorm with him. I hid behind a tall bookshelf near his bed as he continued to wank off.

"Suck it like the good girl you are Sage" he groaned. Draco fucking Malfoy wanking off to me. I stood there frozen in shock, if I moved my arm would rub against the shelf. Then he'd know someone was in here. I was looking for the book he suggested. I shouldn't have come here.

"Ma bonne petite salope" [my good little slut] he slurred over his words as if he were drunk.

I shouldn't be satisfied, it's wrong. I shouldn't be getting horny either. No no. I am not getting horny. This is so wrong. I tried tuning him out but he's the only thing making noise in the room. Except for my racing heart. I heard as he reached his high. As he came, whispering my name repeatedly.

I shouldn't fucking be here. It all went quiet for a few minutes and then he stepped out of his bed. I can't make out the sound is he going through his drawer? He chuckled. Is he chuckling, why is he chuckling? "You can stop hiding, I know you're in here" he said. Harsh but soft, he can change his tone to sound like anything. I stood frozen not wanting to show myself. "If you're gonna there I'll get you myself Sage." I'd rather get out myself. I hesitantly but slowly stepped from behind the shelf. I don't want to look at him, he probably has a stare that says he's gonna kill me.

"Nosy little girl..." he slowly said. I stood in the shelf's shadow not wanting to be seen.

"Come out of the dark I'm not gonna hurt you."

I took two steps out of the dark immediately revealed by the lamp that was placed on a nightstand near his bed. "She follows directions, great." Draco said. "Are you high?" I asked.

He turned around and pressed his lower back against the dresser. I fiddled with the ends of my cardigan. He stared at me smirking. Literally stood there and acted like nothing happened. We stayed quiet as he watched me. I wrapped my left arm around my waist, and my right arm being held up so I could bite my finger nail. I stared at the floor, not wanting to look at him.

"How'd you know I was in here?" I eventually found myself asking. "Your breathing is heavy when you're nervous. It seems to be a normal thing for you, or did you forget?"

I didn't fucking forget. Maybe a little but that doesn't answer the many questions I have to ask.

"If you were to play hide and seek the seeker would find you first." He said. I looked up at him, he's still smirking. Why is he still smirking? "Do I make you nervous? You shouldn't be, I'm obviously not going to hurt you chérie." [sweetheart] I don't know what to feel. I mean it's nice...no it isn't nice, god can I stop being awkward?