Surrender (Draco Malfoy smut) 18+

Chapter 4

It's like the more time we spent together he changed into this different person, a person I might actually be able to tolerate being engaged to. Then it's like something snaps inside him and he falls back into this horrible reputation he's built for himself, almost like he's proud of this monster he's painted to be. Maybe I've got him all wrong, maybe I'm trying to see something in him that just isn't there and he truly is just this heartless person. Mr Parkinson wonders in and apologising profusely to Lucius it brings me back to reality and away from my thoughts of Draco. Cassius took his seat next to me, I avoided all eye contact I really couldn't hand smiling and making small talk with him after speaking with Pansy.

After some light conversation everyone started digging into the meal. My plate was very much vegetable based with a small cut of pork on the side, glancing over at Cassius's plate I notice the pile of meat on his plate. Just the sight of that much rich food on one plate made my stomach turn as the smell wafted up my nose, I gently and discreetly slid my plate forwards away from me and grabbed hold of my champagne. I watch Draco's eyes as he observed my movements, I gently whisper to him "im too exhausted to eat and if you even think about nagging me about it I will leave" he raises an eyebrow at me examining how serious I'm being, he gently leans forwards gripping my thigh with his hand digging in his rings "you'll do as I say" his voice flows through my body stinging my blood.

"And why would I do that" I grab hold of his wrist trying to subtly take his hand off me but I just end up clawing at his wrist and hand "because if you don't I'll have to tell someone from the ministry about your little dark spell you put on your room" I gasp slightly as I swallow deeply holding onto his wrist trying to stabilise myself, he shouldn't be able to tell there's a spell on my room he's never been refused entry and even if it did it wipes their memory of it. I open my mouth about to speak but he cuts in before me "don't even try lying to me, I saw you casting it on your room before the gathering on your first day. I look up into his eyes slightly worried "I don't even know how you had the power to cast it, that's an adaptation of an ancient spell and it's illegal. If your feelings are strong enough you could kill someone who tried to enter" obviously I already knew that I just hoped it wouldn't come to that "well don't piss me off then" I say as I swipe away his hand and return to my glass staring deep into the silky liquid.

I'm not exactly sure what to do. I don't know wether he's being serious or if I should call his bluff about telling on me. Pfft telling on me how childish "grow up. What are you gonna do tell mummy and daddy too" I spit at him making a sarcastic pouty face at the end before he suddenly stands dragging me up with him by my arm "I'm sorry father but miss Blackly has suddenly fallen ill. Excuse us while I help her to her room" Draco politely announces to his father as Lucius nods Draco quickly escorts me out the room. Once we are out of sight he starts roughly dragging me up the stairs "let go of me" I tug at his arm with my one free hand, he doesn't listen as he continues down the hall way to my room with me pleading behind him to whole way. As we reach my room he roughly grabs both my wrists and slams my back against my door. He's breathing becomes deep, his face centre meaters from mine as he keeps his eyes down. I tilt my head to the side unable to look at him, I feel his chest move as he inhales and exhales against my chest leaving little to no room between us.

Unable to take it any longer I push against him slightly starting to lift my back from the door to try and escape his touch. He then swiftly pushes me back slamming my wrists roughly against the door as he slides his knee in between my legs making my knees weak. I turn my head back to him as I notice his eyes looking deep into mine, his eyes were dark like storm clouds clouding his mind. I notice his lips part as he hesitates to speak, his eyes return to the floor in defeat. I feel his grip on my wrists loosen as I gently slip a hand down he keeps hold of my other, gently I rest my hand on his chest, the contact brings his eyes back to me "you don't know what you're doing I can't promise I'll be able to stop" as he speaks my eyes roam his lips, softly I flick my eyes up to meet his. Delicately I stand on my toes hovering my mouth over his as we breath into each other I watch his lips hesitate once again as he fights with taking what he wants and doing the right thing "what if I don't want you to" I slip my hand up onto his face angling his head down towards me meeting our lips in the process.