The Slytherin Common Room - D.M. ✔️

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So the entire me updating on certain days has been entirely thrown out the window. From now on, I'll be updating whenever I can as soon as I can. And this is because I was reviewing the whole thing in my head and realized that it's been around four months since I started writing this bitch, and she's not even halfway. And I figured that we all want this story to end as soon as possible. You guys probably want to know how the story ends in four months rather than like, I don't know, two years.

The middle point should be Part 44 (or at least that's when the sixth year ends and summer begins.) However, don't @ me on that. It could be shorter, hopefully not longer. If things go according to plan, Part 45 will be an important author's note, and then we can move onto the summer and the final year of the story.

I apologize for the long A.N., but I figured you guys wanted to know what's happening timeline-wise. So, now that that's done; enjoy and don't forget to vote :)

Disclaimer: Mention of Suicide

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Y/N Y/L/N

"Draco, where are you going?" You repeat yourself. Draco remains facing the door.

"Out," he replies dryly.

"That's not a real answer," you scoot yourself up closer to the edge of the bed with your legs swung over. Your feet hover over the ground. You were too afraid to stand up.

"I don't owe you an explanation Y/N," he retorts, his hand grips the door handle tightly.

"Draco, turn around," you demand, grabbing his duvet and using it to cover yourself. "At least look at me."

"I won't."

"Turn around, Draco," you repeat, growing impatient at his immaturity.

It takes a moment for him to respond, "If I turn around, I'll see how stunning you are, and everything will come out," he takes a pause to breathe. "And I can't have that."

"Why can't you just tell me, Draco?" You ask, huffing as you speak.

"Because I have to keep you safe," he snaps, whirling around, sighing angrily. "Fuck."

"What?" You blink, crossing your arms over your chest.

You watch nervously as Draco presses his lips together while rubbing his chin. He checks you up and down, approaching you with urgency. He sits next to you on his bed, raising his hand to your chin and grazing your skin lightly. You shiver under his touch as he trails his finger from your lips to each mark he made on your body.

You lose all sense of control when he pushes aside the cover you held, exposing you completely. He moves his hand from your collarbone to your breasts, stroking them with the tiniest amount of pressure, all while keeping his lips locked with yours.

When he pushes you against the headboard, a whimper escapes your lips. With your back against the wooden panel, you are completely submerged under Draco's bewitchment. You bite your cheek as his fingers trail from your breasts down to your waist, gripping your waist.

But as he brings his hands down to your heat, you blink and reluctantly breakaway, "Draco, we can't just fuck when you don't feel like explaining something to me."

He lets go of you and steps away from his bed. You grab the blankets and recover your body. When you look down at your chest, sprawled all over your skin are his marks.

"I don't get it," you protest, angry at his attempt to fuck you just to get you to be quiet. "You told me about the mark. Why can't you tell me what you're doing?"