-𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬-
post war 7th year
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"I fucking love her. I love her. I think.
Does stalking her still count? It isn't stalking though it's love."-𝐃𝐌
A girl. A boy and a girl...
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FEBRUARY 14. 1999 SAGE WALTMORE
SEX
HE'S GONNA HAVE this grip on my waist until his hands get tired and drop, I know it. "Are you tired yet?" Draco whispered into my ear. "No" I whispered back. "Too drunk to care" I whispered again. I blinked lazily noticing the amused look that he sent. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "You don't fucking believe me" I said with irritation.
He pressed his forehead against mine as he fiddled with the zipper of my dress. "I don't, you seem pretty sober to me" He said.
The fact that those words even came out of mouth. "Don't- be cool" He said, lowering his voice.
"No." I said, pulling away from him. I looked around the common room catching eyes with the boy standing next to me. A brunette boy with blue eyes. Not Harry, this boy had babyish features.
I watched as his pupils grew.
I dropped my eyes down to the glass bottle and smirked. "You want this?" He asked. I looked back up to his eyes. Eye contact is the key.
"Very much!" I said with a full smile. I snatched the bottle from his hands with my smile dropping.
I don't care if he put his mouth on it. Although, he is pretty hot. I drank from the bottle making eye contact with him, noticing the smirk form the corners of his lips. "Alright.." He said, turning to walk away.
I pulled the bottle away from my lips swallowing the liquid feeling the burning sensation run down my throat. I held the bottle in my hand watching him disappear into the crowd.
I tilted the bottle of what smelt like liquor over my chest. Goosebumps formed over my body as the liquid ran over my skin, reaching to my stomach as some of it dripped off the ends of my dress.
Fun. That was fun.
I giggled looking back at Draco. Except his lips were pressed into a straight line and his breathing seemed heavy. I stopped giggling and stared at his face. He was staring at the crowd of people. "What's wrong?"
His eyes met mine as he stared at me. "Nothings wrong." He said with a hint of choleric in his voice. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. I wish one day he would stop acting like that. "Ok-" I was cut off by a hard kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist causing my pelvis to rub against his crotch.
He forced his tongue inside of my mouth mixing our saliva. I fluttered my eyes shut and threw my arms over his shoulders letting the bottle fall from my hands, shattering. He moved my tongue smoothly with his as his right hand rubbed on my lower waist.
He slipped his tongue out of my mouth and nibbled on my bottom lips before pulling away.
I opened my eyes. Fuck. I can walk away and he will forget that this happened by tomorrow. I began to walk away but his left hand touched my waist and firmly pressed against it. "You can walk away...and I forget this, and never kiss you again. Or you can stay, I take you up to my dorm and give you what you've always wanted." He whispered.
