The Double Agent { Draco Malfoy smut/love story}

9

Dinner had been a breeze. Lucius had left for the night, doing reckon for the death eaters at the ministry. Narcissa had been lovely. She had talked to Arya about school and told stories about her days at Hogwarts, even surprising Draco with some of the things she had gotten up to.

Now though, Arya laid in bed. The lush sheets of her large bed pushed down as she had her hand shoved into her pink silk pajama shorts. She felt around for a moment, but wasn't finding much satisfaction. How did Draco expect her to do this when she hadn't taken a single sexual education class in her life? It wasn't like Hogwarts exactly taught their students how to properly masturbate.

She let out a groan and pulled her hand out of her pants, moving to stand up while her hands found her hair, rubbing at her scalp underneath to elevate the headache that was building. She only had a few days left at the manor. How was she supposed to be ready to seduce and get information from Fred when she hardly knew how to seduce herself?

She stared at the door for a moment, having to fight every fiber of her being to go to Dracos room and ask him how she was expected to know any of this. She could never do that. Doing so would mean accepting defeat, and Arya was not a quitter.

She was, however, a quick learner. She remembered there had been books on anatomy in the Malfoys private study. Surely she could find some help within the pages of those books.

Arya pulled open the door of her room and made way to the study, her fingers gently stroking down the spine of the books that cling to the black oak shelves. "Female anatomy... female anat- got it!" Arya said happily as she pulled a red leather bound book from the shelf, opening it as she moved to sit on the couch in the corner of the room.

She began to read, studying the diagrams she was seeing closely, as to make sure she would know exactly where each part was and what it's purpose was.

"The Clitoris - The clitoris is extremely sensitive to being touched for sexual stimulation. In some women, the clitoris becomes slightly enlarged (or engorged) during sexual activity, and this already sensitive tissue comes even more reactive."

Arya studied the diagram and sucked in a breath as she moved to lay on the couch, her hand very gently sliding into her shorts once again. She let her fingers very delicately pull her lips apart before her middle finger located the small bulb right on top of her core.

She let out a soft gasp as her finger flicked against it, the book in her free hand falling closed along with her eyes. It felt good. Too good. A wave of something unfamiliar filled her body as she continued her movements, her hips pressing closer to her hand on instinct as she applied more pressure. A loud moan slipped from her lips, filling the room.

She couldn't help but think of him. Of Draco. His hands on her body as he had her pinned to the wall. His fingers wrapped around her throat as they had when she first got to the manor. The very thought sent her body into a tailspin. She clenched her legs together, her hips rising and falling against her hand as she punched her clit softly, letting it run in between her fingers. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning too loud, but she couldn't help letting it escape. Especially since all she could picture were his silver blue eyes on her, hair falling in his face and his voice so so close to her. It was almost as if he was here with her.

"Hm. Good job Arya. Doing as you were told. How does it feel?" She could hear him in her mind. She threw her head back and whimpered softly at the very sound of his voice.

She shouldn't have been thinking about him like this. She shouldn't have found herself thinking of him at all. She forced her eyes to open, something brewing inside of her that made every hair on her body stand on her end. She let her head fall to one side as she moaned loudly at her own movements.

That's when she saw it. A dark figure leaning up against the frame of the open study door. She pulled her hand out instantly and sat up, fixing herself up and pushing her legs together tightly as if something would escape through them if she were to relax. It hadn't been the thought of his voice she had heard. It really had been him.

"Draco!" She yelled, trying her best to cover herself up with the crossing of her arms. Embarrassment swam over her body and she tried her very best to look small. "Have you ever heard of a thing called privacy?"

Draco let out a soft chuckle and started to walk closer. "Have you ever heard of a sound cancelling spell? Or maybe a door locking one?" He smirks gently down at her. "Real wonder you weren't placed in Ravenclaw."

Arya glares up at him. "You can leave now." She all but growls at him.

Draco nods gently, picking up the book she was reading and opening it, his fingers delicately tracing the page as he read, following each word closely. "You..." he furrowed his brow gently. "You had to research so you could pleasure yourself?" He cocks a brow, his eyes moving to look her over. "Did you and your friends never talk about what felt good or.." he trails off, bewildered by her ignorance.

Arya rolls her eyes gently, snatching the book from Dracos grasp and pulling it to her chest tightly. "And who exactly was I going to talk to about it? Pansy?" She asks. Pansy had always hated her. She had no idea why but something told her that Pansy had always seen her as a threat. Especially when Pansy and Draco had dated, even if it had been rather short lived.

Draco nods at that. "Fair, but what about Granger? Surely you two.." Arya's eyes connect with his as her brow raises at him in disbelief, making him laugh gently. "You're right. I don't see Granger being open about that kind of stuff." He bites his lip gently and stares at Arya for a moment, his eyes slowly grazing down her body towards her legs. He lets out a long breath as he licks gently at his bottom lip. "Why don't you let me help you?" He asks, eyes flicking back up to Arya with a small smirk.

Arya's jaw almost drops at that. She shakes her head gently and rolls her eyes hard. "You can't expect that I'm actually going to let you-"

"No. No..." he interrupts her with a soft chuckle. "I don't... I just was thinking if you wanted to..." he lets out a soft sigh and brings his hands to his hair, running through it and brushing it out of his face slowly. "All I'm saying is Fred is highly experienced. And if you want to-"

"You think if I don't sleep with him I'll blow the mission." Arya interrupts quickly.

Draco raises his brows at that, shaking his head with a laugh. "I don't think you have to sleep with him, no. But you might need to give him just enough to keep him wanting more. To keep him wrapped around those pretty little fingers of yours." He smiles gently and moves to take Arya's hand, delicately tracing her fingers with his own. "And no offense... but you need to know certain things to be able to do that. First and foremost, you need to know what you like. Then you can worry about what a guy might like."

"And you're suggesting that you help me learn what I like?" She asks, her fingers reluctantly intertwining themselves with Dracos.

Draco nods gently, his body moving closer to Arya's. "No feelings of course. Purely just to help our mission..."

Arya thinks for a moment, her eyes studying the details of Dracos hand in her own. She shouldn't say yes. Not with everything they would be risking. If they were to catch any kind of feelings for one another it would put their entire plan in jeopardy. They wouldn't even be able to be friends publicly at Hogwarts nonetheless interested in one another. It would be too suspicious. It would only draw attention to her rather than keeping her mission a secret. Harry was far too suspicious of Draco. And her returning would already turn enough heads as it was. But there was something. Something about Draco that made her feel safe. There always had been. She looked up into Dracos eyes and saw what she had always seen. He too was a boy in a world where he had no other choice but to say yes to the most evil and heinous beings to ever live. He wasn't evil himself, no, he just had nowhere else to go.

She nodded her head gently, making Dracos smile turn brighter. "Fine." She said with a soft chuckle. "But you have to promise all it will be is for the mission." She turns her body towards him. "You can't, under any circumstances, fall in love with me."

Draco let's out a laugh at that and brings his free hand to cup her cheek, drawing her closer to him. "I can assure you, that won't be a problem."

And before she could say another word, Dracos lips pressed against hers, stealing away any breath she had left in her.