Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

laughter

Draco pov:

Of course I had to lie, right? She won't ask any questions if I lie.

Pain shudders through my arm and up my veins. I grunt as the pain comes and goes for thirty seconds in a crescendo. The acid running in my body falls, leaving the fucking pain to hide away under my skin. Only to appear in the morning reminding me, I'm not any better than my father, that I'm just as worse.

"Are you okay?" The soft voice of Y/n whispers against my skin suddenly, leaving her sweet voice trailing across my arms, replacing the venom of my mark.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm sore that's all."

She giggles.

"No, No. I'm not sore because of..." I look down at her now clothed body, sending the flying images of not even fifteen minutes ago through my head again.

Moaning my name, and all. A complete mess for me.

She giggles again at my flustered face that turns redder by the second.

I pick her up, throwing her on my bed like she's a toddler. She flops onto the mess of green sheets and pillows, laughing harder.

I pull my jumper over me, finally covering my arm. Even if nothing is there, I still almost feel it. I feel the screams, terrors; the fucking nightmares it causes. I feel the pain of them all, only it's worse.

It doesn't hurt unless I'm with her; it feeds it.

The fucking pain of others makes it feel better after I fuck the living daylights of Y/n on my bed. The mark almost punishes me after her. Reminding me who I am, and as soon as the surges of pain leave my body.

She needs to leave. She needs this break, even if it's with Potter and the bloody Weasleys. Even Blaise is siding with Theo. They want me to calm down with her.

That it will make, whatever happens, hurt less. For both of us.

Maybe.

I only tell both of them that they are one to talk. They are almost as attached as I am.

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The common room is warm, and my jumper sticks to my skin. An uneasy feeling sits in my stomach.

Y/n sits with Blaise, doubling over with homework.

Pansy continuously rubs her hand on my arm. With a sudden movement her lips brush against the skin of my neck and her leg swings' over mine.

"What the fuck, Pans?" I say impatiently, making heads turn to us. I almost throw her to the ground, but catch her and lean her onto the couch.

"Dracooo. Please," she whines in my ear, with shortened moans adding on, "I need you."

Red spots appear on my face, and I push her away from me again.

"We are literally in the fucking common room-"

"Come on, please? Let me do this for you." She whines again.

'Let me do this for you.' Y/n begs while on her knees, her eyes leveled with mine but continues to lead her hand to-

"Get off of him, Pans. You should at least have the decency to take him where no one else can see it, it's embarrassing." Theodore says, ending with a softer look. He takes her off of the couch, leading her away, with her eyes filled with realization on me.

Theodore's eyes stay on her.

I brush my hands against my legs, pulling my jumper away from my skin. Theo and Pansy lead out of the common room, even past curfew I know exactly where they are going. To a corner in the library, where they read in silence until both of them calm down.