Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 20

Jenavieve had called into her work earlier speaking of a traumatic incident that would remove her from work for a few works. As she recovered from the two traumatic experiences, she grew to love Draco more than ever, even when she imagined impossible, as he tended to her lovingly. He wanted to return her favor of always being there for him. For allowing to feel love. At first, the two avoided sexual contact as much as possible, under Draco's advice as he felt the need to let Jenavieve ease into the relationship once more after the incidents. She appreciated him deeply for that, however, she was becoming slightly impatient. When Jenavieve began attending work once more, she questioned Draco why he hadn't been attending work just as she was. Draco only stated that he was on leave. It was the best answer rather than to explain his immense inheritance of his family as a single child. Jenavieve only shrugged it off, he seemed to be well off anyway so she hadn't given much thought to it. She was just happy to be back at her work helping others. As work began, Draco seemed to become more comfortable with allowing Jenavieve into sexual acts. They had sex a few times a week, always leaving Jenavieve breathless and excited. However, he had always been concerned, asking her multiple times for her consent, and even then holding himself back and being gentle with her. Although Jenavieve greatly appreciated the gesture, she was easily becoming tired of it. She loved it rough, and did she want him. Whenever she came home exhausted each night, Draco would always tend to her, making tea for her and cooing her to sleep against his chest at night, bewitching the ceiling of her room to imitate the night sky every night. She loved looking at the stars and faux shooting stars that appeared to shoot across the sky, pointing it out to Draco who smiled and nuzzled his nose against her in loving affection.

    Soon, a month had passed by again and the couple's relationship status had still remained unknown and complicated. Jenavieve felt the need to approach him about it, in her head, she fantasized about living the rest of her life with him. She hoped he had felt the same. One morning as she was getting ready for work, pulling on her work clothes, she approached Draco who sat on the couch cozily, reading Pride and Prejudice once more after Jenavieve had finished reading the book aloud to him. He admired her soothing voice.

"Draco," she started, Draco turned his gaze away from the book as he rested it in his lap.

"Yes, darling," he said with a smile, the nickname always made her heart flutter in excitement. She blushed slightly, still unable to take the way he lovingly gazed at her intensely.

"Um, what are we?" She concluded, cocking her head down to appear distracted as she crossed her legs, grabbing her cup of tea off the side counter of the kitchen as she finished dressing.

"Whatever you want us to be, darling," he said cockily as he emphasized the nickname seductively. He stood up and began approaching her as he set the book down noisily, not giving a second thought about losing his place in the book. He swooped her quickly in his arms by her waist to which she yelped, trying her best not to drop the mug of tea on the floor. Draco gently took it from her hands and set it on the dining table. He spun her around playfully as if they were dancing in front of a thousand people, staring into her dashing eyes as she recovered herself from the spin. As soon as she had, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, Jenavieve passionately kissing back, moving her lips to the tune of his. When she pulled back, she gasped for air, lust clouding her eyes as Draco snaked his finger down from behind her ear, to her neck, her chest...Suddenly, he swooped her body up into his arms and held her against himself by her thighs as he swiftly carried her over to Jenavieve's bedroom. She giggled in excitement, kissing Draco's forehead briefly as he kicked the door closed when the two entered the bedroom and he pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply.

    Jenavieve couldn't hold back any longer, she needed him, and she showed it by how needy she became in the kiss as she swiped her tongue against his bottom lip. Biting and tugging at it playfully once in a while. Draco groaned into the kiss as he loved it when she became excited. Jenavieve trailed her hands in Draco's hair, messing it up as Draco kissed passionately, loving the feeling of her playing with his blonde locks. He snaked his hand around her neck, gripping it lightly as she moaned into the kiss by the lovely feeling. As much as the two wanted to continue, Jenavieve knew she would be leaving for work soon, and she didn't want to be too late after having left for a few weeks.

"Draco..." she moaned as she pulled back away from the kiss, Draco's eyes fluttering open at the lack of contact between them. He looked down at her puzzlingly.

"I have to go to work, remember," Jenavieve continued, whispering slightly seductively sharing the same disappointing feeling of despair as all the two could think of was each other.

"Mmm, one more kiss" Draco irked at her, leaning in at her quickly, giving her a long passionate kiss before he let her down gently and swiped his thumb at her bottom lip, biting his own as he gazed at the beauty he held before her. Jenavieve smiled kindly as the two pulled away from the close stance they were previously in. Draco handed her her wallet, keys, and coat, as she slipped on her comfortable work shoes, thanking him, and walked out the door that Draco had opened for her. Before she continued down the porch steps, she whipped around to face Draco once more, gazing into his longing eyes.

"I love you, Malfoy," she stated, a ring of loving affection purring in her voice. She flashed him a warm smile. Draco's heart swelled at her gorgeous gesture.

"I love you too, Park," he concluded, returning a favoring smile. Jenavieve whipped back around and headed down the porch steps, Draco closing the door. He sighed happily, leaning his back against the door. She was the one, he thought to himself.