The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

pretty please.

"Draco, you're lucky I planned on wearing a turtle neck jumper today," she mused, sat at her vanity, viewing the marks on her neck he'd made not an hour ago.

"Which is a shame," he grinned, "I'm sure Skeeter would have lapped that up," he snickered, earning him an eye roll. She was sat in a skirt, tights, but was yet to put her top on, and was just wearing a black bra. "Will you put something on? You're distracting me," he laughed, pulling the Prophet over his face. The turtle neck in her lap was soon on and she could start on her hair.

"Pretty please can you pass me my wand?" she smiled. Her wand was still perched on her bedside.

"Only because you said pretty please," he muttered before striding across the room, her wand in hand. As he handed it to her, his other hand gripped her wrist, pulling her from the chair in front of the desk, before sitting on it himself, pulling her onto his lap so she could see herself in the mirror.

"You could've said pretty please..." she trailed off, waving her wand over a section of her hair slowly, straightening it.

"You'd know that I don't have to say 'pretty please' to get what I want from you," he mumbled, his head resting on her shoulder as he held her around the waist protectively, "And you never told me that his son was going," he tutted into her shoulder.

"I wasn't aware it was vital," she muttered, concentrating.

"What if he tries something on you? He's got quite the reputation for being dodgy like that, you know."

"Draco, he goes to Beauxbatons, we're friends," she stressed.

"I didn't know boys went to Beauxbatons," he gave her a questioning look through the mirror.

"How do you think anybody got boyfriends? Or passed any dance classes that required partners? Muggles weren't really an option, were they?" his fingers were doing small circles on her hip, and she hadn't realised he was rocking them slightly.

"Well, I don't trust it," he muttered.

"Because being in a café eating lunch with our parents is the perfect situation to make a move, isn't it?" she giggled, finishing her hair, putting her wand down, "Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't want a naughty girl, would he?"

"Don't start, cause I won't stop and your father is coming in a minute," he sighed, pulling her close for a kiss. 

"Come on, knowing him, he'll be talking to someone downstairs," she tried to get up, but his grip persisted, "Draco, I need to go,"

"Alright, but I want your undivided attention when you get back."

That made her think. He wants her undivided attention. All to himself. She smiled at the thought. So much had changed in the past twelve hours, and all she could feel was grateful. There was somebody willing to be around her, willing to know her to every extent.

"About that..." she trailed off. She'd remembered the party Harry had told her about.

"Don't tell me you're preoccupied," he whined into her neck, placing a kiss on the exposed skin under her jaw.

"Harry, Cedric and Viktor are having a party downstairs," she reasoned, pulling his face away from her neck.

"And where was my invite?" he scrunched his nose.

"Well, considering you made quite the scene in the hall last night, I think I know why."

"But I apologised. And I more than made it up to you. Just ask my thighs, they're aching!"

"But they don't know that, and I intend on keeping that secret," she giggled, finally getting up, him following behind. She walked towards her wardrobe, grabbing some shoes and one of her bags from the floor, but before she could stand up, a large hand swatted her behind playfully. "Oh, would you stop?" she laughed, turning to see him looking smug.